Some time ago I commissioned a paper craft from @insanereddragon and now it has finally reached me from across the Atlantic! The photos don’t make it justice (not just because the lighting in my flat is crap) because the details of it is just awesome.

I know I’ve mentioned it before, but now I finally have the answer to what I’d ask for if I ever commissioned someone ;) Asking for something for my original novel had never been on the map before, but in the end it came rather naturally and I’m so pleased I dared. It was, I admit, really scary since I haven’t shared the novel properly with anyone, but Red was amazing during the entire process. She even wrote things in Swedish!

She’s so talented and great to work with! If you’d like someone of your own or just check out her other things she has a website (Rice Paper Designs) and an instagram (ricepaperdesigns) with both fandom and original stuff.

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Yes please!!! Oh man, I really love this. Eggsy just coming back from a mission and he has to go to his office before getting back home, doesn’t have a choice about it. But with Merlin’s gifts, he doesn’t mind so much. He’s been offered little pieces of home, little reminders that what he does is worth it just when he needs it the most.

Because for Eggsy, it’s when he’s just back from a mission that the doubts truly kicks in. Because when he’s back at Kingsman, he’s only reminded that he’ll have to leave again, that it never ends, there’s always someone somewhere that will try and destroy or enslave the world.

And then he sees Merlin’s latest gift, this little piece of family, love and happiness, and he remembers why he always goes back with no hesitation. Because he’ll always fight to protect what he holds dear.

Valediction

tiny little present for @insanereddragon and her wonderful fic Valediction which i just adore! 

Happy Holidays Red!

Oh, I wish I were so talented! Those gorgeous cards are the work of @insanereddragon 

Here is their post about them.

I always forget about that scar he has on his abs until I see it. I want to know what it’s from. I also want to give it to merlin and make it so no one knows how he got it and when anyone asks he makes up some absolutely ridiculous story. XD

Hmmm...goddamn they know so many embarrassing things about each other and the problem is both men have such high points of gives no fucks that for it to actually be embarrassing for the other man? It has to be brutal, or a small thing that is utterly absurd to be embarrassed about.

Harry doesn’t think it embarrassing at all, but knows that Merlin would despise it if anyone else knew that he says prayers to St Jude and St Raphael each time a Kingsman heads out (hopeless causes and safe journey respectively). To Merlin who is ruled by logic and order to admit something as silly as superstition like that would be dreadfully embarrassing.

Dear Merlin and...

This ain’t fair, you know? You can tell me to make him proud until you’re blue in the head, Merlin, but if he ain’t here to *words are wet and smudged; impossible to read*

I’ve been hanging out in Medical. I tried sneaking around, but I figure you already know about the eight or so times I’ve snuck in already since you’re like, omnipotent and such. I did wonder about not having to dodge doctors and nurses by the third time. I’ve never known anyone in a coma before. They say you’re supposed to talk to them, but most of the talking I’ve been doing to Harry has been in these letters, eh? He’s busy with whatever he’s working on and I’m trying to not get myself kicked out. But he still showed up sometimes, to talk to me. Teach me some stuff the others know because of their posh schooling. I miss talking to him. And writing to him so he could help me there too. I’m writing this at his bedside. He’s started to show some stubble from not shaving. His hair’s curling a bit too. I didn’t know he had curly hair, not with all the stuff he puts in it to make it smooth. It always looks, looked, so smooth. It’s more touchable like this.

And it ain’t fair. Now I don’t have anyone to talk to about this whole training business. Harry was good for listening to me ranting about Charlie and his cronies. Or how I’m worried when it comes right down to it that I won’t beat Roxy (’cause if it ain’t me being Lancelot, it’s gonna be her. Girl’s a star). Or how sad I am that I couldn’t save Amelia from drowning. Will her family ever know what’s happened to her? Will someone tell my mum if I die in the trials? Will she get another medal for my sister to spend her life wondering about?

Fuck. Sorry, I know I’m not supposed to swear in letters. You’ll probably mark me up for that, Merlin. Harry wouldn’t. He’d pretend to, but he wouldn’t. He could swear the sky blue sometimes. JB peed on his shoe once and I never laughed so hard in my life, listening to the increasingly vulgar words Harry came up with. I think some of them was Italian or something.

I should go if I plan to get any sleep at all. God only knows what you’ve got cooked up for us in the morning, Merlin. I’ll leave this here; I know you visit Harry as often, if not more then I do. You’ll find it.

Let me know if anything changes. Just... soon as he wakes up, tell me. Please. I can’t do this without him, Merlin. I don’t want to.

Best wishes,

Eggsy Unwin