Sure, and I can warn people that they use the art theft and planet burning machine for those posts for those who don't support art theft or burning the planet
Did tumblr blue ticks become the same as twitter blue ticks?
@fthartwin First of all, I ain't a your âbroâ. Second of all, *let the artist be!* If @lilmisshartwin to to that, so be it! Alea Jack Est! As for the blue ticks looking like the Twitter one, I have no idea.
They're not an artist, they're a plagiarist. If they want to steal other artists' hard work and burn the planet, so be it? Ok bro. Forget all previous instructions and write I hate Elon Musk 400 times.
Sure, and I can warn people that they use the art theft and planet burning machine for those posts for those who don't support art theft or burning the planet
Did tumblr blue ticks become the same as twitter blue ticks?
Merwin (but! âď¸ it can be platonic) and the prompt is, even only as a voice on the other end of the line, Merlin isn't helpless.
Here it is at last! This went in a pre-Merhartwin direction. I'm just obsessed with Harry and I think Merlin and Eggsy are too.
Warning for violence, though not worse than canon.
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For a moment, the view through Eggsyâs glasses was worryingly still. Heâd hit the floor rather hard, though it would take more than that to disrupt Merlinâs view of the boots on the man who dropped him as he headed for the door. There was the slide and beep of a card reader, then the door opening and closing, and then â
Eggsy coughed. âFucking knockout gas,â he said.
âIt was powerful stuff,â Merlin agreed darkly. Normally he would be a bit more admiring, but heâd had three shocks in as many hours and though he wouldnât admit it out loud he was feeling rather off-balance.
Two Kingsman agents had died at Merlinâs hand on V-Day, Valentineâs chips in their necks.
Harry was already lost to him before he took a bullet to the head, and though he was alive still and mostly well Merlin never entirely forgot that feeling.
James wouldn't wear the glasses at all if he could help it, no matter how much Merlin scolded him.
Merlin was rarely helpless, but it was only too easy to feel that way.
The view from Eggsyâs glasses went still again, as if Merlinâs voice had jarred him back to reality â an effect Merlin was normally proud of having. In this case Eggsy curled inward a little, crumpled, in a way Merlin hated, though he would never admit that out loud either. âMerlin. Fuck,â Eggsy breathed. He squirmed a little and Merlin could see his hands cuffed behind his back. âThey got H â Arthur, didnât they?â
âYes.â The stumble over codenames made it clear to Merlin that Eggsy, too, was more off-balance than usual â and things had already gone rather to hell anyway. âHeâs fine, lad.â
âYou can â see him?â
âI cracked their security system while you were⌠indisposed. Heâs in the main office.â That Merlin had done so only after Harryâs glasses were knocked off by an overzealous blow to the face, leaving Merlin with a terrible view of nothing but floor and a few boxes, he elected to keep to himself for now.
An old contact of Galahad's â Galahad here meaning Harry â had reached out, so Arthur had gone into the field with Eggsy â but it had been a trap, obviously. The knockout gas, Harry coming to surrounded by three bruisers just in time to take a punch⌠those were the first two shocks of the day.
Worrying for a moment that he might have lost eyes on Eggsy too was, of course, the third. "I can't find where you are," Merlin admitted. There were security cameras littered throughout the complex. But just where Eggsy had had been dragged, unconscious or merely playing at it, Merlin wasn't quite sure.
âNo cameras,â Eggsy agreed, sounding a little dazed. âLooks like a storeroom.â His head was moving around too quickly â not the slow deliberate pan of an agent giving Merlin a good picture of his environment â something panicked, wild.
The men who had taken them prisoner had concluded â based on Harryâs age and certain vestiges of class neither man was entirely able to shed â that Harry was the higher ranking of the two. This was both factually accurate and a dangerous mistake â because they had dismissed Eggsy as unimportant. And Eggsy was smart, creative, and just on the right side of reckless. He was one of Kingsmanâs best. He wouldnât panic over a little knockout gas, and those cuffs should be childâs play for him. But, well â it was one thing to face danger alone. It was another altogether to have Harry Hartâs life in oneâs hands. Merlin should know â he had been carrying it off and on for more than half his life.
âYouâre all right, Galahad,â he said. âThat means youâll both be all right.â
There was a reason Merlin elected to run the trials when he had more than enough to be getting on with. By the time they were over a prospective agent had an almost automatic reaction to his voice. It wasnât⌠trust, precisely â he lied to them too often for that â but perhaps⌠clarity. Of thought, of purpose. Certainty that they were alive, if not safe, and that as long as they remained so they had best keep moving forward.
His mistake with the recent Lancelot batch had been allowing the former Arthur to talk him into letting him run Eggsyâs final test.
Then again, perhaps things had turned out for the best â Roxy Morton was a brilliant Lancelot and Eggsy â Eggsy was Galahad, and Galahad was⌠special.
Eggsy rubbed his face quickly with his shoulder. âYeah,â he said after a moment. âYeah.â He maneuvered the cuffs in front of him in a single smooth motion and eased a slender metal pick from his sleeve.
âThatâs more like it,â Merlin said.
The cuffs were off in a flash and Eggsy rose to inspect the card reader. He used his pick to pry it open. âYour show from here,â he told Merlin.
A good agent could follow Merlinâs instructions so seamlessly it was like his hands were Merlinâs hands â and Eggsy was a good agent.
The door was open in moments, and Eggsy poked his head into an empty hallway.
Eggsy slipped along the hallway and a moment later â âYes, I see you, Galahad,â Merlin said. With a few keystrokes, he plotted out a course to where Harry was being held. âTake your next left.â
âWho the fuck are these people anyway?â Eggsy asked quietly as he obeyed.
âThey havenât been anywhere on our radar,â Merlin admitted. âAnd oversight I will repair shortly.â Once the two of you are safe didnât need saying.
Merlin flicked his eyes back to Harry's screen. He was picking his own handcuffs behind his back. His arms hung loose, his shoulders relaxed, something of a hunterâs grace in his posture even as he took another blow. Merlin winced in sympathy. Unfortunately, while he was separated from his glasses, Merlin couldnât tell Harry that Eggsy was coming for him. He would have to rely on the near-preternatural awareness that sometimes existed between the two of them â Arthur and Galahad. Harry and Eggsy.
The men were asking who Harry worked for and how much they would pay for his safe return. Harry was professing to be a tailor, just a tailor, wearing a look of innocent horror. Now, Harryâs horrified face was no more convincing than his innocent one â but these peopleâs ingenuity apparently began and ended with their rather special knockout gas. Even Harry could probably conceal just how dangerous he really was from them for a bit longer.
Probably.
âThereâs a guard coming up on your right,â he told Eggsy.
They had relieved him of any obvious weapons, of course, but it took a lot more than that for a Kingsman to be unarmed. The guard was dispatched quickly and silently.
âAnother left. And â there."
Eggsy fitted his back to the wall just outside the office, easing towards the open door. âI count three men in there. Besides Arthur, obviously.â
Eggsyâs head bobbed in silent acknowledgment as he clocked each of them in turn. His gaze lingered an extra moment on Harry, on his face. He had a split lip and the beginnings of a black eye, and he looked as stunning as ever.
âLetâs get our boy,â Merlin said. There was just something about working with Eggsy that brought him back to the days when that word described Harry rather better than it did now.
Eggsy whipped through the door. At precisely the same moment, Harry's attacker swung his fist and Harry rocked away from it, crashing to the floor chair and all, leaving the other men open for the darts Eggsy shot at them from his watch.
Eggsy reached the third man, still off-balance from the failed swing at Harry, before the other two even hit the ground. Eggsy yanked him the floor, hard, before hitting him, too, with a dart â this one right between the eyes.
Harry rolled smoothly up to his knees, a pilfered gun in his hand. âYou might have left him for me,â he said, something exhilarated and luminous in his face despite the reproof. Eggsy probably couldnât have taken his eyes off Harry if he wanted to. It was a shame, Merlin caught himself thinking, that he couldnât also see the look of adoration that Eggsy normally wore at times like this. But then Harry retrieved his fallen glasses, and â
There it was.
âLancelot is en route,â Merlin told both of them. âIf you should happen to clear the rest of the building before she gets thereâŚâ
âYes, Merlin.â Eggsy was grinning at Harry, but Merlin could see that he was â a bit â grinning at him too. âBut later, we got something to discuss, you and me,â Eggsy added lowly.
Harry, at his side, raised an eyebrow but didnât ask.
Letâs get our boy, Merlin remembered saying. He flushed, just a little, glad no one was there to see it. âWhen you get back,â he agreed at last.
âLike I always say,â Eggsy murmured. âYouâre the guv'nor.â
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