i fiddle here for a few hours and always get reminded that most of the stuff i liked about this rpc are gone and most of the stuff i loath about it are rampantly present, and fumblr is barely even functional right now like mmm
it is just another day that Eggsy waits for the other shoe to drop. for something to happen between them that Harry considers to be crossing the line; he’ll want him out soon, Eggsy knows. he will want his house – his space – back to himself. back to the days before the sounds of J.B’s snoring filled the entire house almost always. when Eggsy would stop leaving his shoes by the door for Harry to have to move out of the way, when things wouldn’t be covered in pug hair, or when he wouldn’t have to wait for someone else to be done with his own shower before being able to use it. he must get tired of it all—— surely? Eggsy wouldn’t blame him, couldn’t blame him… but Harry hasn’t reached that point yet. even in the days where his head hurts more than he can explain, he hasn’t snapped at Eggsy beyond when he talks to try and fill the silence, felt the need to. understands now that silence doesn’t automatically mean that someone’s pissed off with him.
he can only blink at the words in response, unable to stop the twitch at the corners of his mouth. head shaking, Eggsy makes no work of picking up the plate that is closest to him, snagging a fork along the way. it may not be the polite thing to do, but this is hardly a formal setting as far as he’s concerned. already twirling the tines within the middle. now that definitely isn’t the gentleman-ly thing to do. “i’m not prone to carnage, Harry,” he answers, as though everything up until this point doesn’t paint him as a hypocrite loud and clear. as though their conversation hadn’t started with Harry telling him that he had seen and heard the sounds of Eggsy both poisoning a man and then stabbing him behind the ear with his own pen. a thought ignored, his expression amused, brighter than it had been before. tension gone from his shoulders. “and, even if that wasn’t you fishing for a compliment,” Eggsy knows it wasn’t. doesn’t stop him from grinning that bit wider anyway. “you are.”
FUNNY, WHAT’D BEEN BURIED . protectively coated in armour all Eggsy’s own making. it’d been hardly an hour passed since scathing words coupled with some lesser - familiar drop of dread for the potentially irreparable , for the permanent return of whoever that’d been wandering dazedly down the police station’s steps only to whip back with poison at the ready. trust drained dry, understandably . ( funny, to forget in the dead months. how Eggsy’d bloomed under just a moment of kindness, conversation, affirmation . ) and that’d stayed enough the same. costs NOTHING to provoke it, either, nothing that struck as momentarily important as a glimpse of teeth, some greater saturation of optimism in Eggsy’s words. against however many months Harry could presently admit to having shifted weight into believing otherwise —— for rather personal convenience, a surprising inability to separate the chambers & purposes of his own heart, maybe. ( emotional laziness? if ever there were such a thing . )
he clears his throat . MUCH TOO LONG OF SILENCE, of folding his fingers against his mouth & veiling all hint for nothing but the tiny quirk of his brow / and for all his expectation, compliments, niceties, sweetnesses were always a touch too thick to properly swallow . “ —– good ? ” holding his fork a bit too tragically like a pen, Harry’d gestured the blunt end towards Eggsy’s dish .
EVER MEANT TO BE A KIND MAN ? drawn lines between words in a pocket thesaurus, how you’re THIS but NOT THIS , where compassion extends into & dries up at the ink - splotched notes along the edges of last week’s meager paycheck ( where compassion onlybeginsonce Harry’d rinsed the blood, the ash, the grime off his hands & dabbed a bit of cream there instead. ) the intentions of initial reputation had never outright been so sunken into this glare of apparent PHILANTHROPY ——- it isn’t like that, mental justifications would always fight a bit harder than the stillness of his own unfailingly silver tongue, it isn’t like he’d ever gone out of his way ( these more broken people just . . .magnetized, maybe. )
plenty’s been let die over the centuries / over the past months . gladly let die the intangible content of their own substance hand - in - hand with what scorched rubble had been scraped off the street corner, hold whatever unconventional air reaffirmed that he’d have his former chair won by the working class, that Lancelot had and would remain prestigious ‘round a young woman’s name. let the weightof that content burn up with the building & gladly bend a knee to sink ironed pinstripes into the dirt ; help her back to her feet. ( let her help in return. ) “ a promise? then try again. ”
not meant to be a kind man. but, well : cold custom might’ve died with him .
Charlie survived the events of the first film due to Eggsy’s jolt frying his Explosive Leash, which led to him surviving at the cost of his arm and vocal cords.
Eggsy’s driver dies because in his frantic fight against Charlie on the backseat, Eggsy’s poisoned shoe blade gets snapped off and ends up in the driver’s neck by accident.
Roxy and the rest of the Kingsmen die because Eggsy Failed a Spot Check and forgot Charlie’s cybernetic arm had detached from him and was still in the taxi.
Not related to his own side this time, but there was absolutely no reason to rub in Charlie’s face that Eggsy slept with his girlfriend aside from a personal desire to rile Charlie up. Eggsy must’ve known that Charlie isn’t what one might call “reasonable”, which means Clara’s subsequent death by explosives is entirely on Eggsy.
During the lead-up to the finale, Eggsy’s failure to find a safe path through Poppy’s minefield results in Merlin’s death.
eggsy: i don’t really wanna propose right now ? on the toilet ? because being married to royalty would definitely directly sabotage this job that i really love and busted my arse to get, like seriously i’d probably have to quit. and i. y’know don’t really feel like you should be strong-arming or pressuring me like this, we literally met while i was on a mission so it’s not like you’re not aware of how nuts this job can get, and i don’t really think that spy intrigue is that much harder to grasp than mass heads exploding to the tune of Pomp and Circumstance. and uh my friends and my dog all died in a fire like three days ago and my other friend just came back from the dead with amnesia i’m still kind of having a difficult time dealing with —–
“ pay attention to the story. ” “ there are certain things about myself that i romanticize. ” “ this isn’t me being a dreamer. ” “ it’s just me trying to turn this husk of muscle and dirty fingernails into something more. ” “ for so many years i’ve held words beneath my tongue. ” “ my taste buds are revolting against me. ” “ everything leaves before it hurts us too bad. ” “ the body knows all that language cannot say. ” “ my skin was a million tiny mouths yelling ‘ listen ’. ” “ the body is a premonition. ” “ your sadness delivers itself into your organs. ” “ worry drops pebbles into your stomach. ” “ love evaporates and condensates onto the roof of your mouth. ” “ do you think it’s okay to fall apart ? ” “ we live in a ‘ break it , you pay ’ kind of culture. ” “ there’s no room for mistakes. ” “ we give up so easily. ” “ we are stronger than what these fragile bones can take. ” “ we’re so ashamed of that which fumbles and falls through our fingers. ” “ we walk around carrying ‘ closed ’ signs around our necks. ” “ i love you for how human you are. ” “ tectonic plates are shifting beneath my skin. ” “ there’s a new continent in my chest that i want to call by your name. ” “ kill me by giving me a grenade and telling me it’s your heart. ” “ i don’t want to know what your favorite color is. ” “ i do want to know what color you bleed. ” “ this is what it must feel like to be the sea. ” “ what else can this heart do but break or fall in love ? ” “ my palms are mines , and you’re just a finger’s length away from leaving me splattered across your chest. ” “ you are just a handful of billions of cells. ” “ you walk like you’re trying to hold the sky up with your palms. ” “ no one ever talks about what came before the flood. ” “ at first , they thought it was a miracle. ” “ i can hear how a heartbeat echoes. ” “ i no longer feel anything. ” “ my fingers are hollow shells , this skin is a shroud. ” “ we are uncharted mine fields. ” “ i shouldn’t ask questions that only i know the answers to , should i ? ” “ have you counted the freckles on your cheeks ? ” “ screw falling in love. ” “ i don’t want your sentimentality. ” “ what i’m trying to say is that you’re not allowed in. ” “ i don’t want to think of all the suns that will rise without you. ” “ i want so bad to forget. ” “ there are certain people who leave scars when they go. ” “ history repeats itself , sometimes in ways you wouldn’t imagine. ” “ there’s redemption in the night sky tonight. ” “ all i’m left with are paper cuts where your hands used to be. ” “ sometimes touches me and i bleed for days. ” “ what the hell do i do now? ” “ we measure catastrophes by how close they hit to home. ”
"Hey are you a cop? You don't seem familiar. Just curious cause I am one too. Well, an undercover one. Don't tell anybody." (vincent.)
“ NO . NOT SUCH. ” you’d worry on such subjects of the intangible irreversible, the weights forcing shoulders down & offering any sort of creased expression worn down by the morning light, the tired eyes, the sighs pressed between ceramic & hot ( burnt ) coffee / whatever paints you with all the evidence of someonebetterliterallybeaten about by the life & times of simple existence and whoever dots the t’s on next week’s paycheck . “ former military, rather ” with words curved ‘round the sugary - sweetened timbres of things Harrycouldtake hold of, control, steer safely off the edges of some carefully cultivated smile ——— this happy - go - lucky yawn & prodding a fork through a platter of cold eggs. “ i suppose old dispositions die hard ! ”
WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE CARRY IN THEIR POCKETS/WALLET/PURSE?
in his wallet: spare notes off the chance he happens on someone who needs it, a meticulously manicured identification card ( may or may not be entirely factual ), a banking card, a chemist’s shop rewards card, a business card redirecting to Kingsman Tailors, a photo of a cairn terrier puppy cradled by a younger Harry Hart.
always in his pockets / purse: a golden cigarette lighter ( hand grenade ), a thin black comb for . . . purely cosmetic reasons, a wound - seal powder and a light sewing compact for both skin & fabric maintenance, a well - loved fountain pen ( poison distribution & makeshift shiv if one is desperate ).
sometimes in his pockets / purse: a silver cigarette case ( housing spare bullets ), a sampler sized bottle of Kingsman - branded aftershave ( freeze - based gel grenade ), a butterfly knife when he’s feeling blatantly spicy, a baggie of dog treats.
I'll try to make this as painless a read as possible, because more or less - if you've read other people's rules, you'll somewhat have the general gist of what I'll be asking for here.
about the mun : Call me Nat, I'm 22, (sometimes) full time worker and full time procrastinator, she/her pronouns, and who even knows what sexuality is these days. Replies can sometimes drag, premature apologies for that, but know that I'm just about always keeping very close tabs on what I owe.
CREDITS
Having absolutely zero affiliation with any of the creators and rightful owners, I do not own the screencaptures taken from the films and I definitely don't own Colin Firth or his character - but that being said, I'd very strongly appreciate that the icons I've edited for my own personal use not be saved and re-used elsewhere, considering the time & effort invested in personal style. Code credit can be found at the bottom right of the page.
SELECTIVITY & COURTESY
This is an independent and mutually selective blog. I'm not necessarily excruciatingly picky about who I follow and choose to write with, it's just a preference of being very keen on keeping interactions at a mutual-to-mutual basis for the sake of those helpful social cues and the universally understood culture that comes with being in these types of indie neighborhoods. But by rule of thumb, if we’re two kindred indie rp blogs that are on similar wavelengths as far as writing and subject matter goes, I'll typically be thrilled to talk shop. Needless to say, I reserve the right to preserve my own comfort at all times just as much as I'll do everything in my power to do the same for you. NOTE: if you're a "collector", or someone who might have a tendency to let your personal attraction towards specific muses lead you towards pursuing blatantly sexual & shippy interactions, please swerve. Duplicates are fine, writing with tons of different players with the same muse is absolutely cool and I have no problem with it considering I'll do the same within my own fandom for the sake of all the different interpretations, styles, friendships, mun dynamics -- but what i'm not okay with is using people interchangably purely just for some sort of hard-on for the muse, with no regard towards the writer. Be a little more classy than that.
I'm comfortable with writing within canon timestamps, alternate verses, crossovers, duplicates, original characters, and multimuse blogs. Some fandoms and characters may be beyond my knowledge, but as a courtesy, I'll always chip in the necessary research to better smooth that gap.
Any mature/nsfw material and potentially triggering content will be tagged accordingly and to the best of my ability, but if there's something I've missed, feel free to let me know so I can fix it. For knowledge's sake, there's personally nothing that really triggers me to the extent of needing it tagged and blacklisted - assuming we're all decent human beings with decent interests, that is.
PORTRAYAL
Immediate spoiler warnings for both films, please bear in mind when following that there'll occasionally be posts dissecting and discussing certain aspects of the movies. This blog is wholly dependent on the Kingsman filmography and the character as presented through film canon with the addition of my own thoughts and independent ideas. The specifics of this interpretation will be entirely my own and I'd appreciate above all if duplicate accounts could swerve away from letting my writing influence theirs.
There's plenty that I dislike about some fanon interpretations, namely that of an overly romantic or overly sexual nature -- boiling him down to a "dirty old man" archetype or a goopy hopeless lover, basically. I'm vehemently rejecting those specific tropes, but certainly not shying away from fleshing out the nuances that I do support and believe.
With Harry's emotions not being the focal point of the films as much as his percieved actions and motives, there'll be a few liberties taken with where I choose to mold his character along different timelines and different relationships, but know that nothing's more important to me than always trying to keep him as true to his film counterpart as possible.
INTERACTION
Sometimes I can fall prone to being lazy or unmotivated, so preemptive warning on that! With memes being a pretty helpful & shyness-free remedy to this, I'm always up for sending some out whenever I catch them on the dash just as much as I like reblogging them for my own uses. I always make a new post when continuing a thread from an answered meme, and I very much ask that you do the same just for the fact that it makes things infinitely less cluttered for everyone's dashboard (and please, be my guest to continue any meme that gives you inspo.)
I'm most comfortable using icons and formatting in my replies, but I wouldn't ask that this be any kind of requirement -- using a visual aid and certain enunciation just helps me paint a complete picture, despite how /lol tumblr aesthetic/ it really is. If it sucks too much to properly read, give me a smack on the nose and I'll write it like a normal person.
SHIPPING & ADULT THEMES
Beyond just the general cut & dry romance novel aspect, there's really nothing that gets me more in love with writing than when I've managed to forge some kind of unique relationship with other characters, whether or not it's romantic or platonic. I'm very much a Yes-Man in this sense, just throw a fun idea at my face and my answer will almost always be a very hearty yes (Provided that it's not too insanely in the realm of ooc-ness, and provided that all involved are rightfully of age depending on the context.) Whether it's bromance or romance or awesome coworker mentor-ness, all Kingsman-centric ships are absolutely incredible in my book, and yes, I would absolutely love to write them all.
There's a very large chance that this blog will tinker around with darker themes -- blood, death, darker personalities, things of that nature. When the mood of a thread dips into those uncomfortable terrorities with characters who might not reject the idea of committing moral wrongs, don't interpret this as the muns condoning such behavior. Everything written in character on this blog is one hundred percent exactly so.
BLOCKING & UNFOLLOWING
I'm not of the habit of being the one to put negativity on my dashboard or on my blog. If there's a problem for any reason at all, I'd very much prefer to be taken aside and spoken to in private so that such matters can be resolved peacefully and quietly. I'm a pretty chill & forgiving person, but things like being overly negative about specific things on the site tend to be a few surefire ways to get me to block or unfollow. Whatever happens, all I'd ask is that you remember not to take anything to heart - chances are that the entire ordeal actually matters very little.
Harry / Galahad / Arthur
ABOUT.
VERSES.
MAINS.
LEGAL NAME: harold hart ALIAS: galahad (formerly), arthur (verse dependent) AGE: mid to late fifties; 56 default SEX & GENDER: male / male ETHNICITY: caucasian NATIONALITY: british RELIGION: non practicing ASTROLOGY SIGN: taurus OCCUPATION: claimed tailor, Kingsman agent (verse dependent), a detail to regularly lie about ORIENTATION: pansexual, (lithromantic) panromantic
ANATOMY.
HAIR: brown / greying EYES: brown / loss of left eye after point blank gunshot HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 6' 2" / 11.9 stone BUILD: tall, broad shoulders, tapering waist, fit, strong HANDS: long-fingered & broad, gun calloused, rough to the touch, typically of a warm temperature SCENT: black coffee, liquor, worn leather, mild aftershave, gunpowder/metal, soap, sweat, blood, lavender shampoo, shoe polish SCARS: scarred left eye with visible cloudy iris, various faded gunshot / knife wounds
EQUIPMENT.
UNIFORM: a suit bespoke to perfectly fit from the renown Kingsman tailors - bulletproof, sturdy, capable of rough wear with minimal damage to the fabric or the body underneath. a pair of simple black oxford shoes - older models once bore hidden telephones, nowadays it simply houses a blunt blade protruding from the tip, coated in a fast-acting neurotoxin. on his right pinkie finger he wears a small gold signet ring, with a switch for electrifying one's opponent in close combat, and a pair of modified glasses - both in the interest of shielding his missing eye, and in bearing an endless line of communication through the lens and in his ears. WEAPONRY: Harry's primary choice is a well-loved umbrella with the coined name "Rainmaker" - extremely sturdy, durable, boasts a bullet-resistent tent and the ability to fire a small collection of different projectiles including shotgun shells, an electrified grapple, a stunning bullet, etc. other weapons include a hand pistol uniquely modified with a shotgun barrel, a fountain pen topped with a remote activated poison, and a wristwatch among whose many feats include an array of darts, with purposes ranging from stunning to wiping one's recent memories.
PERSONA.
TRAITS: diplomatic, moral, protective, tolerant, progressive, volatile, hard-headed, hypocritical, strange HABITS/HOBBIES/VICES: casual & constant drinker, tendency to bury oneself in work, grand passion for lepidoptery, holds great tenderness for the stuffed corpse of his former terrier dog, a bit of a peacock when it comes to public displays of skill (namely combat) PHOBIAS: fear of a loss of control, fear of a loss of memory MENTALITY: temporarily amnesiac following recovery from a gunshot to the left eye, suffered from occasional halluinations and depressive moods regarding deterioration of physical aptitude, suffers from occasional nightmares reliving his single-handed forced slaughter of the mission glade church congregation, spent a near twenty years in ceaseless guilt concerning the loss of Lee Unwin. EDUCATION: private college educated, military trained, respected Kingsman veteran SPOKEN LANGUAGES: english, italian, arabic, russian, spanish, french MORAL ALLIGNMENT: lawful good / chaotic good (verse dependent)
VERSE 000. DEATHLESS VERSE : semi-canon. any thread belonging to a universe alternate to the canon events, in which characters such as Roxy and Merlin survive. will vary from thread to thread depending.
VERSE 001. PRE VERSE : any thread pertaining to any period of time before the film's central setting in 2014-2015.
VERSE 002. SECRET SERVICE VERSE : threads that take place at any point within the timeline of the first film, from Harry's recruitment of Eggsy up to his apparent death.
VERSE 003. SURVIVAL VERSE : threads following a timeline in which Harry survives his encounter with Valentine and is returned to Kingsman, becoming the next Arthur. This verse is partially compliant with The Golden Circle, specific to threads written with pueroimmersi's Eggsy.
VERSE 004. GOLDEN CIRCLE VERSE : threads that take place at any point within the timeline of the second film. can be assumed that all canon events are taken as such.
VERSE 005. CIVILIAN VERSE : threads in which Harry is not an agent and knows nothing of Kingsman.
VERSE 006. FREEFORM VERSE : threads that take place in any universe that does not fit under any other category; The Miscellaneous Category.
VERSE 007. CROOKED VERSE : threads in which Harry holds a more criminal career, including that of a hitman and that of a heist accomplice.
VERSE 008. DARK VERSE : threads following a timeline in which Harry survives, but is pinpointed by Kingsman's new Arthur as an unstable threat to be eliminated on sight. Includes a more violent spin on Harry's personality & some moral injustice on his part.
VERSE 009. GOLDEN DEVIATION : threads that include major deviation in plot from The Golden Circle, including verses were either Merlin or Roxy are recruited by opposing agencies/Poppy.
VERSE 010. MARRIAGE VERSE : threads in which Harry became romantically involved with Merlin as younger men and married when it was legal. specific to threads written with singlemaltscott's Merlin.
"Too often have I heard of duty," she cried. "But am I not of the House of Eorl, a SHIELDMAIDEN and not a dry-nurse. I have waited on faltering feet long enough. Since they falter no longer, it seems, may I not now spend my life as I will?"
ABOUT SECTION
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