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Uhm…..
Sexy James Spencer the fencer redraw?
My break sketches of the day:
I have to fill my "James was an Olympic-level, épée fencer before he joined Kingsman" - headcanon with some content
One of them is an older sketch of mine from a previous post (yes, this headcanon is the reason I drew the little fencing guys "for fun" in the first place)
I have to colour this later
Brush: Allrounder by Esben Lash
Update on my little James little voodoo doll
IT IS DONE
MY SUFFERING HAS ENDED
It is worth my back pain after all😭 This is my biggest project I've ever done. My first doll and it's my lovely James. He's so cute. So petite.🥺
Since it turned out well I think I'll crochet another doll to accompany him, so my little blorbo boi won't be so lonely.
Yes, I'll crochet Percival next🥰
thank god Percy isn't such a fancy ass like James so his outfit would be much easier to make
trying to seductively get on my knees for you but my knees crack so loud it echoes and i’m stuck there for five minutes
I was doing some studies and @eveningearlgrey told me this lil guy looks like Perci's and James' son and now I can't unsee it 😫
Brush: Procreate HB Pencil
Perci wants his money back
Though Lovers Be Lost - Part 4
Alistair looked around numbly, unsure what to do with himself now he was home. Usually he'd come through the front door, strip off his coat and jacket, then he'd text his partner to get a rough idea when he'd be home, before saddling into the kitchen to start dinner. He would usually be in the process of washing up when he'd hear the front door. Usually James would walk in, whistling some tune or other, dump his coat and jacket on the bannister, then come in and snake his arms around Alistair's waist and press a kiss to his neck.
He wouldn't be doing that tonight. Or ever again.
The front door fell closed behind him and Alistair just stood there, staring at the small dark hallway, tears burning his eyes. It was almost like walking through a dream, except it was actually a nightmare.
Dropping his keys into the small dish James had picked up from a car boot sale ten years ago while visiting his brother in Yorkshire, Alistair let out a shaky breath and shuffled along in the direction of the living room.
He'd have to tell James's family he realised as he dragged himself through the dark. He'd have to sit in their living room and feed them whatever bullshit cover story Merlin had come up with, and pretend everything was fine. That his world wasn't falling apart alongside theirs.
He'd only met them a couple of times, and it was always in the guise of being James' friend. His brother knew the truth, Alistair thought, but James had always said his parents wouldn't understand. That they were old fashioned. Alistair hadn't really minded, because they had their life in London.
He minded now through, as he conjured the future conversation in his mind. Part of him was tempted to send Merlin or someone else to deliver the news, but he knew deep down he'd never forgive himself if he did that. James had always said he wanted him to do it, when the day came.
A lump formed in Alistair's throat and he crumpled onto the couch, proud that his legs held him up long enough to get there. Once seated, he dropped his head into his hands and let the pain rip through him. Tearing out of him in agonising sobs.
When he finally raised his head, it was to find a set of brown eyes looking up at him, and he swallowed frantically against the lump. The old German Shepherd took a step forward and set her head in his lap, obviously sensing something was wrong.
Reaching out, Alistair combed his fingers through the dog's coarse fur, sighing. “He's gone, Cher.” He whispered, voice breaking. “It's just us now.” The tears started again, the
dog whining out her own heartbreak.
They remained like that for a while, wallowing in their grief until the doorbell echoed loud and sharp through the flat. Cher leapt to her feet and hurried to the door, clearly hoping for a miracle, while Alistair remained where he was, intent on ignoring whoever it was.
The bell rang again, and again. By the third time, Alistair knew whoever it was wasn't going to leave. So, with a weary sigh, he got to his feet and dragged himself out to the door.
He didn't bother checking the security camera, or palming his weapon. If someone was there to murder him, they could fucking have at it.
Yanking the door open, he groaned, a wave of frustrated anger rising up inside him. “Fuck off.” He spat and attempted to slam the door closed. Only Harry was having none of it, and pushed back against the door.
“I brought scotch, care of Merlin.”
Alistair reached for the bottle, snatching it from Harry's grip. “Tell him thank you.”
“Al, come on. You shouldn't be alone right now.”
Alistair sighed. He knew he was being unfair. It wasn't Harry's fault James had fucked off and gotten himself killed, but he couldn't douse the anger. “Please Harry, just…”
“No.” He said firmly, “You know the rule.”
Alistair stared at the other man, the anger slowly seeping away. That damn rule. The stupid agreement they’d made almost two decades ago. With a resigned sigh, Harry turned on his heels and headed back into the living room. Leaving Harry to close the door.
He grabbed two glasses from the drinks cabinet and dropped back down on the sofa while Harry made himself comfortable on the armchair. He poured them both triples and shoved the glass at Harry. Lifting his own, he slumped back into the cushions and took a large gulp.
They sat in silence for almost ten minutes before Alistair’s rough voice cut through. “It's all your fault, you know.” He said with a thick layer of anger.
“Excuse me?”
“That he's dead. It's your fault.”
Harry frowned, “How do you figure that?”
“You know he's been trying to outdo you for years.”
Harry's sigh proved he was very aware of James's jealousy. “That's hardly my fault.” Harry muttered dismissively.
Alistair huffed, “You could fuck up once in a while.”
Harry stared at him, brow arched. “Merlin would say I've fucked up plenty of times over the years.”
With another huff, Alistair dropped his gaze to Cher, who'd climbed up next to him on the sofa. Usually, he'd order her off, but he couldn't care less about the state of his furniture tonight.
“Do you have an idea for his replacement?” Alistair asked, eyes fixed on the dog.
“Not really.” Harry replied quietly, “Merlin gave me a pile of suitable candidates, but…”
“But none of them meet your high standards.” Alistair scoffed with a hint of irrational bitterness.
Harry frowned at the tone, “Exactly.” he took a long sip of his drink, eyes never leaving Alistair. “What about you?”
Alistair let out a long slow sigh, “I promised to put Roxy forward if ever there was an opening, but…” He swallowed the lump building in his throat, “I'm not sure I can.”
“I understand.” Harry muttered, “But putting her forward doesn't mean she'll get through.”
Alistair raised a brow, “She'll make it.” He said with conviction. “She’s been training for this since she was a teenager.”
Harry raised a brow, “How much does she know, exactly?”
“Just that I work special operations. She thinks it's a branch of Military Intelligence.”
“Does she know about James yet?” Harry asked gently.
Shaking his head, Alistair stared at his glass. “She's going to be heartbroken. I think she loved him more than I did.” His voice broke on the last few words.
“So, there's a chance she won't want the job,”
Sighing, Alistair shook his head, “I wish that were true. - God sake, can we stop talking about work and just get drunk. Please.”
Harry smiled, leaning forward with his glass outstretched, “By all means.”
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☝️ i continue to spoil the fandom
James Spencer has fully crawled into my brain and taken it over,,,, which is so fun bc there’s next to no content for him
AHHHHH Im sorry @brogues-b4-hoes I deleted your ask because I sent out the unfinished answer instead of saving the draft.
Luckily I took a screen 😭
Thank you!
I'm doing pretty well now and I even got released! 🥳
Anyway...
Percilot Dogs
Perci:
I believe Perci would own a very well-trained and well-behaved German Shepherd, listening to all his commands like he is a trained K9.
Perci's dog is trained in his mother tongue. 🇨🇿(Yes, my Perci isn't a Brit)
His name would either be Sputnik or Apollo, with a tendency to Sputnik. (Yes, after the satellite/spacecraft; what a nerd)
James:
You can tell by just looking at the man...
Golden Retriever
Jamie's dog would be the sort of dog that jumps right at you in excitement, licking across your whole face and giving you bruises with his wagging tail, the second you open the front door.
We all know James would spoil his dog rotten and be probably very lax in terms of training. He prioritises fun.
I don't have a name for him/her yet but I bet it would be something extremely cheesy.
For other headcanons...
I have a few...
However, I want to make an extra post for them.
But for now, I can give you two smol ones for each of my idiots 😊
Perci
-Name: Ilija (pronounced Ee-lee-ya)
-Height: 1.77m
James
- half Italian (mother's side)
- has an (for him) embarrassing secret middle name, that Merlin uses as leverage occasionally... (not even Perci knows)
Enjoy the weekend guys! 👋🏻🥰
Hear me out
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Blue suit James would slay so hard
Curious George Random on the Internet
Okay, I'm curious once again.
Are there people on this blog that have never heard of Percilot before, but got introduced to it and maybe even started shipping it, after somehow stumbling over this mess of a blog?
And if you don't ship it....
WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?!?!
No seriously... what are you doing here? I wanna know.
Percilot Headcanon/Theorie
Regarding James and him not noticing Gazelle till it's too late.
Why didn't he notice?
Why didn't a trained and well-experienced agent hear a lady with fryckn metal legs walking/jumping up at him!?
Easy.
He is hard at hearing ._.
The job as an agent is loud.
There is a reason you wear earprotection on a shooting range!
And don't even get me started on the explosions! (And James must cause a ton of them)
So I think, it isn't farfetched when I say: "This guy, suffered some serious hearing loss during his 17-year-long career."
"But Merlin would-"
No.
For whatever reason, James doesn't even wear his glasses!
Maybe he is too vain to ruin his good looks and style, or he is just too prideful to get caught dead with an item that indicates his body is "flawed" in any way.
He doesn't want to look "weak".
If he isn't even putting on his damn glasses, do you really think he would wear something like hearing aids?
Yeah, no.
And let's be honest here...
HE WOULDN'T EVEN ADMIT THAT HE NEEDS THEM IN THE FIRST PLACE!
So yes, either Gazelle can put her legs into silent mode or we experience the part in James' pov.
We can't see her.
We cant HEAR her.
We only notice her when it happens.
Like James did.
And come on, if it wouldn't be so downright stupid of him, a hard-at-hearing James, that doesn't want to admit it, would be the funniest thing ever.
No wonder he never listens to Merlin...
Or his husband.....
Or to anyone....
I hate you
But lucky for you, I still love you enough to reblog this nonsense
Life seems too peaceful for me, so here's my stance.
✨Tall Percy all the way✨
Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.😌✌
Since my successful attempt at making my first doll, I tried to make another one.
And this is my second doll
HE SMALL 😭😭😭😭😭
WHY HE SO SMALL I'M WHEEZING
When I made his limbs I thought this one might come out a bit smaller than Jamie the 1st.
This is not a bit. 😭
I'm not sure if it was because I used a different hook, or I did use the same hook but increased the tension. I don't know anymore🫠
Also, now that I think James's crochet suit kinda looks clunky(and quite hard to put on, especially his pants), I might opt for a different material.
Or I could stick to crocheting, and make this entire suit again.😩
Also, I corrected his eye color
It's green now💚
It's embarrassing, but I must admit that I didn't know that Jack's eyes are green. I used to describe his eye color as greyish something.
I couldn't see the green in his eyes before until this girl @thefiddlingdeath educated me. I got it right now okay?😭
Lastly, since Percy is canonically taller, I might add a few more rows to his limbs to make him a bit taller than James. As he should be.
Another Percilot wip which I have no idea if I could finish it or not
This stemmed from a random thought of James and Percy spending their cute little moment after their...intimate encounter👀 You know, snuggling, whispering sweet nothing, nuzzling at each other. You get the idea. I know you do.
But then I thought, what if they weren't in a relationship yet?
So, this is how it looks like.
James is more of a booty call in this draft, and Percy would call him whenever he has a certain itch and in need of a scratch(and he's awfully good at it so much that Percy hates to admit)
He wants to explore their relationship further. However, Percy always turns him down because he's a complete idiot when it comes to emotions(even though he wants the same thing. That's how dense this mf is.)
Percy views James as someone who's fickle and unreliable; not secured enough, not trustworthy enough to settle down with. But then again, he is also the one who uses James for his occasional pleasure, even unknowingly hurt James's feelings sometimes.
What a hypocrite, don't you think? That's what I love about him🥰 My emotionally unavailable lamppost man.
This is so accurate, I don't even know what to say-
I'm currently not at home, so take whatever this is and eat it but please spare me
Ok I had to send you a message cause I am SO EXCITED to find your blog. I watched both Kingsman movies when they came out and was in the fandom for a bit, but i don't remember percilot back then. I randomly got back into the kingsman fandom in the last couple months and became re-obsessed, then discovered percilot and became even MORE obsessed, but was despairing at the fact that the overall fandom was so quiet. I was just scrolling through the percilot tag for some small morsel that I missed and found your blog and I freaked out when I realized you're still active in percilot. HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE SO EXCITED to have found you. (and I agree shorter than James percival is best percival <3)
AHHH! And I'm so excited to see that someone new joined us on our trip through this black hole!
Welcome aboard 🫡
We aren't many, but we won't let this ship sink so soon.
Also
Ha ha @eveningearlgrey 🫵🏻 smol Perci for the win
OK and now i'm very pleasantly freaked out, I think you crawled right into my brain recently. I've been fucking around with a genderbent kingsman world and my fem James was a 2 time Olympic fencer before she joined kingsman and I just saw your post and drawings about fencer James and OMG?!?!!?!?
FENCER JAMIE FOR THE WIN
He just gives me massive fencer vibes.
Maybe it's the fact that he is Lancelot, so I automatically associate him with a guy jabbing pointy things at other guys...
Anyway
You 🫵🏻 have to tell us about this gender-bent kingsman world now!
(only if you want to ofc)