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RPers, please reblog this if you’re okay with ICONLESS threads!

#YES.

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qq from ooc

#quick question: would it be weird to respond back to really old threads #like even if the rper isnt active #just to get some samples of my writing out there? #bc finding rpers to rp with is hard

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+ @museinfusion || Sean 

These types of jobs were ones that Vesper usually steered clear of. Though she was an independent contractor due to...reasons that should remain unnamed, it’s not as if she’d need to pick up jobs; it just keeps her hand at the trade solid. Prior to walking into the building, the british-frenchwoman took a beat to eye over her CV and her portfolio. Fortune 500s and the British government filled the pages of references and projects she’d worked on. Upon making it to the company’s floor she opened the glass door to the office.

“Hello, I’m here to see Mr. Roswall” a smile curved upon rouged lips “I’ve an appointment.”

#au #(ah this is a little lame but w/e lol) #museinfusion

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James Bond idled through the pretty approaches to Royale, through the young beeches and the heavy-scented pines, looking forward to the evening and remembering his other annual pilgrimages to this place and, particularly, the great battle across the baize he had had with Le Chiffre so many years ago. ”

-  Ian Fleming, On Her Majesty’s Secret Service.

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updated Guidelines page here

Please take the time to read them. xx

#;ooc

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Vesper Lynd (Eva Green) Appreciation

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i surprisingly remembered my password to this account and all is well.

it’s been a while you guys, wow. i hope you’ve all been well. let’s see if i can start this back up again shall we?

xo

EDIT;//

a) im stuck on mobile for the time being so please forgive me

b) i haven’t rped in a while so let me loosen the hinges and shake the rust off

c) i’m excited bc vesper’s back

#;ooc

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I’ve drowned and dreamt this moment

#vanity

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#;vanity

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You don’t have to like me. But you’re going to respect me.

A Day to Remember (via dylan-my-vodka)

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❛ -                                                                          there’s a good book about GOODNESS and how to be good and so forth, but there’s no evil book about how to be evil and how to be bad. The devil had no prophets to write his ten commandments, and no team of authors to write his biography. his case has gone completely by default. we know NOTHING about him but a lot of fairy stories from our parents & schoolmasters. he has no book from which we can learn the nature of evil in all its forms, with parables about evil people, proverbs about evil people, folklore about evil people. ALL WE HAVE IS THE LIVING EXAMPLE OF PEOPLE WHO ARE LEAST GOOD, OR OUR OWN INTUITION. ❜ 

                             ( ind. & private james bond. est. 03/25/14. from cas, with love. )

#;you can have me anywhere #;007 #viewtokill #(such a great bond)

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“Feeling oddly affectionate aren’t you, Q?”  Only he could pick up the faintest hints that she’d left him. After having been affiliated with criminal organizations and MI6, one learns how to hide in plain sight only for certain people, a select few, to know your whereabouts and the fact that you’re not actually deceased.  “Oh what’s a matter darling boy? Are the dead not allowed to rest?” A poor joke, however, the accountant chuckled as she settled back in her own chair whilst gesturing toward the empty chair sitting in front of her.  She rests her cheek against her palm, leaning forward a bit before humming a bit, “hmm, is that so? There could be multiple Vesper Lynd’s my sweet boy. Why change it if there’s no problems in getting past customs? That just makes more of a hassle for me.” The British-Frenchwoman huffs a laugh past rouged lips before taking a sip of tea.  

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quartermaestro

Such a clever boy he was to find her in a place like this. Though, why would she be so surprised? She knew that only he – besides another operative – would be the one to pin point her exact location. It was always this game of cat and mouse with the pair, the role ever changing between them. This time, she was the one that was caught and the Frenchwoman couldn’t help but have a soft smile on her face. 

“I doubt that it’s pure coincidence that you’d find me here,” she chirped as she glanced up from the book she had been reading. “However did you find me my dear sweet boy?” 

The romantic answer: I know you, darling girl. That’s never been their nature.

The first one to his lips: You left me clues. That would ruin the game. Because it is a game, like all the rest. 

So instead, he pushes his hair back, echoing her smile politely. “The hotel in Amsterdam was partnered with a third-party booking company. You really should change passports more often.”  

To anyone else, the sentence would be condescending admonishment. But the one thing Q never hesitated to admit was that Vesper was special. For her, it was affection, thanks, and ever-present challenge. 

“What are you doing so far from home, V?” 

#ugh i don't know how to cut threads down. #i don't like this new tumblr... #anyway i hope this is okay #;prickly pair #quartermaestro #;code operated boy

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@viewtokill

“You seem rather smug for a man who just barely escaped death                                                              ...again.”

#(slowly picking up the pieces) #;you can have me anywhere #(cas i hope you've been well x)

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Minutes seemed to move at a glacial pace as she sat in the dimly lit room where she was held. Ocean blue eyes stared blankly at a fixed point on the wall in order to try and focus. However, as she did there was a dull thrumming pain in the back of her head. All she could remember was the sound of glass shattering and then darkness. It was only recently that she had come to. Who had done this? How did she even end up in this situation? The accountant furrowed her brows as she attempted to free herself from her restraints; only to have her struggles bring her more pain in rubbing the skin of her wrists wrong.  The sound of a door opening and closing caught her attention, causing her to look up at her captor. Vesper looked up at him with an intense stare. His tone annoyed her and the way that he’d graze his knuckles against her cheekbone made her flinch back. At the mention of her current lover’s name her eyes fell and her gaze focused on the hardwood floor underneath them. Where was he? Did he have anything to do with this?  These questions of doubt reeled through her mind, but her love for him always trumped any doubts she had. Vesper would still retreat in her seat as his fingers would brush her jawline before forcing her chin up. A muffled groan escaped her lips and the brows furrowed into a pained look. As he went on, she struggled in her seat and attempted to get away from his grasps to no avail.  Her intense gaze stayed on him as he went on with his instructions of what he needed of her for. All of this went through one ear and went out the other as she tried to piece together why she would have been targeted. What could they have on Yusef that would have made him go to such drastic measures? Anyway, she just sat there, she really didn’t have any other choice.  A small nod would have to suffice for an answer with her given condition, but she’d need more than the little preface he had given her. Who exactly was she working for, why did it have to be her, and why was he targeting a double-0 agent?

Ties That Bind | +i-amthemoney

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“I’m sorry— business meeting— have I kept you waiting?” I greeted her as I walked through the door, though, I didn’t expect much of an answer.

She was gagged and tied to a chair.

I stepped closer, tsking softly as I examined the bruise forming just above her temple, “It’s a pity we had to meet under such circumstances but,” I shrugged, “C’est la vie.”

“Now,” crouching down to one knee, we were suddenly at eye-level, “am I correct in assuming that you are oblivious as to the nature of this visit?” I paused, waiting for some kind of reaction, and then pressed on.

“Well, my dear, it seems we have a mutual acquaintance: a Mr. Kabira.” I offered a toothy smile at the name, “And I confess: it’s no wonder that my search has lead me to someone as beautiful as you, Ms. Lynd.” Briefly, I glanced to the knotted pendant settled below her collarbone. “He is handsome lad, after all, our French-Algerian.”

Resting a hand under the woman’s chin in the next second, I forced her head to remain still. “Look at me now. It’s rude not to look at a man when he is speaking to you.” I waited until I saw her eyes and then explained, calmly, “You are going to get me information on the inner workings of MI-6— specifically, one of their golden boys. Lucky for you and me… 007 has a weakness for the fairer sex.”

The smile turned to a sneer, “You are going to do what I ask, and that way, neither you nor your lover end up at the bottom of the ocean.” My grip tightened against her jaw, gaze unflinching, “Do you understand what it is that I’m saying to you, Ms. Lynd? Have I made myself absolutely clear?”

#too lazy to format tbh #my xkit isn't working #and i hope this is okay #;he who pulled the strings #voyeuriism

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Eva Green being cute af in the L’Oréal Professionnel Spot.

#;vanity

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In Depth Headcanon Prompts;

☠ : Are there any recent/daily thoughts they have about death or dying? ☯ : Do they believe for every darkness there is a lightness? If not, why? ♥ : Name one thing about the way their emotions work that they despise. ☆ : Would they ever wish upon a falling star? If so, what would they wish? ☁ : Describe how they would spend a stormy, overcast/rainy day. ☂ : Storms or clear skies? εжз : What about nature do they find calming? What about nature do they find disagreeable? ☎ : List three or more people they would call out for during an emergency. ☛ : What is their typical response to being given orders? ☢ : Describe a thought or dream that would cause them to have a mental meltdown. ✄ : Are there any reasons why they would ever think of self-harm? If so, what are they? ❤ : Describe a physical action that shows complete trust. ❥ : Describe a verbal way they would express complete trust. ✗ : Explain how they portray feelings of hostility or dislike. ⊗ : What is something that causes them to question themself? ☾ : On a sleepless night, what would they be found doing? ☤ : Is there anything about their health they are continuously on edge about? Something they disregard? ✓ : Name at least two people who can trust them with their life. ❣: Describe a way that will earn affection (whether platonic or romantic) from them. ✖ : Describe a way to make them uneasy or apprehensive. ♆ : Are they prone to violent outbursts or thoughts? ✏ : What are their creative outlets? ✉ : Do they tend to rely on words or actions more? ♡ : Is there a certain scent that brings about nostalgia? If so, describe a memory this scent brings back. ۞: Are there any inner demons they can never seem to get rid of? What are they?

#;meme #(;ooc- you guys send me some stuff so that I can get back into it)