Honestly Im A Little Sad I Didnt Think To Boop You So Take My Boop From The Askbox

honestly i’m a little sad i didn’t think to boop you so take my boop from the askbox

I didn't think to boop you either 😔

Take this boop in return:

Good things about Percival Morton 

Percival is beautiful.

Percival Morton is a man in his late 30s with a tall and slender frame. His well-trimmed raven hair was always neatly gelled and combed.

His lips usually pursed shut into a thin line. If the circumstances were right, they offered polite smiles from time to time, which was rare to see. Peter had seen that a few times. But the most memorable one was that one time when he played a piece Percival liked.

His eyes were deep in color, dark and quite hard to read. Most of the time they appeared to be indifferent, barely showing any emotions. However, when taking a closer look, Peter could notice a little flicker of sorrow reflected in those beautiful walnut eyes.

What was the cause of that, Peter hadn't figured it out yet. He wasn't sure if he could.

Percival is a mystery.

Not much is known about him, aside from being an Englishman, and that he came to meet his business partners in Rome.

Percival wasn't a talkative person and always kept to himself. Peter never heard him mention anything related to his personal life; never knew if he was single or already had someone waiting at home, never knew if he had any children or pets. No matter how Peter tried to engage him into the conversation, his attempts proved to be fruitless when Percival managed to dodge the question every time. 

So Peter decided to not prying anything further and let him be. 

Percival has a secret he doesn't want to tell.

Despite not being the most interesting person ever, Peter always looked for ways to get to know Percival more.

He would invite the man to his favorite cafe for a cup of coffee, and took this opportunity to exchange some chitchats.

Until a week after they first met, Percival started to visit him at his studio. He would sit next to the piano, observing Peter while he practiced. In return he would play anything Percival would like to listen to; from classical pieces to his version of new arrangement nursery rhymes.

It almost seemed like Percival started to warm up to him.

And yet Peter felt like there was something between them; like an invisible wall keeping him from reaching any deeper.

He was so close, physically close, as they sat next to each other while enjoying the view of the city in the late afternoon.

When he decided to take Percival's hand, keeping him in the lightest grip, he expected Percival to pull away.

He didn't.

Combined with the way his fingers curled back towards his hand, Peter knew he probably needed this more than he wanted to admit.

So close, and yet so far.

Percilot Gothic Horror AU

This AU is inspired by the song below.

It all started in a modern day. Percy was invited to his friend's countryside manor for a summer vacation. Despite being there for the first time ever, the place gave Percy a nostalgic feeling the moment he stepped in. It felt like coming back home, as if he used to be there before.

On the first night, Percy had a dream of dancing in a fancy ballroom with another man. He had no idea who he was dancing with since he couldn't see the other man's face properly(it could be a masquerade ball or Percy just couldn't remember after waking up). However, he felt attracted to that man, the dancing partner in his dream. Percy was happy to be with him, at some point he almost wished that they could dance forever.

As Percy continued to stay in the manor, dreams also occurred more frequently, more vivid in details as if it actually happened. He dreamt about going to a picnic, reading a book in a study room, and taking a stroll near the manor with this mysterious man staying next to his side in every dream. But the strangest thing happened during late night when maids in the manor found Percy, still in sleepwalking state, dancing alone in the corridor.

Percy, with help from his friend, started to do some research about the place and its previous owner. Until they found an old painting collecting dust in the corner of the attic. It was a painting of a man, probably in the Victorian era.

"James…"

Somehow, this name popped up in Percy's mind when he saw the painting. And when they turned it around, there was a name written on the other side of the canvas. 

It's James. James Spencer.

At this point, everyone was very much concerned about Percy's condition and decided to send him to stay at the nearest hotel. Then, on the night that was supposed to be his last night, Percy had a dream again. But this time James was also there, pleading, begging him to stay, saying that he couldn't bear the thought of losing him again.

From now on, the story continued. As Percy dug through the history of the previous owner's tragic past, unraveled secrets hiding in the manor until he discovered the truth about himself.

Or rather, the truth about his past.

(Summary : It's ghost James and human Percival. They were lovers in their past life, but for some reason James's soul was still bound to the manor, while Percival was reincarnated into the persent-day Percy.)

When you give him a face and realise, that my guy suddenly looks like he escaped from a webcomic.

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Send help.

All my art posts consist of sketches and unfinished art anyway, so why not throw another random af sketch from one of my studies at you guys?

*throws sketch*

Nice catch

Never trust a random man in a fancy suit, telling you that you can be the next James Bond, children.

“Be a kingsman they said. It’ll be fun they said.”

— - Percival