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Hello. The name is Pauleen and this is a personal blog. This blogger spams whatever tickles her fancy. Which may not tickle your fancy. Proceed with caution.
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Hello. The name is Pauleen and this is a personal blog. This blogger spams whatever tickles her fancy. Which may not tickle your fancy. Proceed with caution.
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A Twaine (Juliet/Gwaine) drabble.
She tugged her hair back behind her ears and dramatically crossed her arms. It just wasn’t fair.
LOL OMG NILI
First thing first, the child would be a…girl.
AND SHE WOULD ACTUALLY BE PSYCHIC. Like she just knows things. She would have the psychic vibes Shawn claims to have.
Also to the chagrin to everyone, her favorite uncle is Gwaine.
and. yep.
AND THE CHILD SHALL BE NAMED AFTER YOU.
A World Without Pineapples ‘Verse
“I see that Uncle Creepy still doesn’t trust me.”
“He has every reason to be cautious. He trusts no one.”
“Do you?”
“Do I what?”
“Trust me.”
“…I do.”
“You should just tell her, man.” Shawn insisted, nodding his head toward Gwen.
“Tell her what?” Gus demanded. “That you were the one who convinced me to sneak out Morgana’s dresses for her and that I wasn’t planning on cross-dressing like she thinks I was?”
Shawn tilted his head guiltily. “Well, that too. Sorry about that, buddy. But I meant that you like her.”
“You must be out of your damn mind, Shawn. We’re just friends.” Gus scoffed and flicked his thumb at his nose slyly after he noticed Gwen looking over.
“See, I know you’re lying, because you’re doing that trying-to-act-suave thing that you always do.”
Gus shook his head. “You don’t even know what you’re talking about.” He walked away from Shawn, reaching Gwen in record time. “Hello,” he muttered in a voice much lower than his regular one.
Gwen looked up and smiled wickedly. “Come to borrow some make-up this time?”
Gus scowled as Shawn let out a bark of laughter from somewhere behind him.
Gus/Gwen, requested by: awesomemccoolname
A Twaine (Juliet/Gwaine) drabble.
Really, there was a lot more to being a knight than she originally thought.
Sure, she had the sword fighting down, thanks to a few half-credit college courses, and she was picking up horse riding fairly quickly, thankfully. Leon was even teaching her bits of knife throwing, and Arthur, having gained more respect for her through the word of his knights, had even begun discussing battle tactics with her. To be completely honest there was just one aspect of being a knight that she couldn’t quite figure out. Archery.
and this is Gus saving Gwen and Merlin from the evil snake hybrid thing with the power of tap dancing.
A Juliet and Twaine (Juliet/Gwaine) drabble.
If she was going to have stay in this place for a while, she was going to be a knight.
OMG OMG OMG
SHANNON. I CAN’T.
A Mawn (Shawn/Morgana) drabble.
“So how do you become a witch?”
Shawn grins, holding out the flower wreath he had made out of dandelions. “I made you a crown!” He looks ridiculously childish, with his bright eyes and his own crown worn askew on his head. Morgana stares at him, lips pursed to keep from laughing out loud.
It’s been like this for a while now: Shawn would do something ridiculously idiotic, but instead of finding it irritating beyond belief like she normally would, Morgana instead thinks it strangely endearing. She wants to tell herself that she’s making herself vulnerable, that giving Shawn this much leverage over her is dangerous, weak, and pathetic.
“I made sure there weren’t any bugs in it,” Shawn says, face falling a little. Morgana allows herself to smile as she reaches out to take it.
“It’s lovely.”
It’s past midnight when Morgana finally comes back, tired and haggard and smug. Shawn sees her figure crossing the clearing and he walks out to meet her, half-relieved and half-irritated. “You said you’d be back before sun down,” he says without greeting. It’s not like him to worry this much— or worry at all really— but these past few days, Morgana has seemed especially secretive. It’s ironic, considering his entire job back in California is a lie, but he hates being kept in the dark.
She raises an eyebrow, the dark circles under her eyes even more prominent in the moonlight. “I said nothing of the sort.” She chuckles derisively, and begins to turn away. “You seem to be forgetting your place. You’re only here because you’re useful to me at the moment, and nothing more.” Shawn reaches out to grab her arm.
“Were you meeting with Agravaine?” he asks, ignoring the sharp pang in his chest at her dismissive words. “He can’t be trusted, you know?” Morgana narrows her eyes very slightly, but she humors him anyway.
“And why not?”
“He’s…” Shawn stares at her, unsure of what to say. Honestly, Agravaine hasn’t actually done anything particularly evil— besides betraying Arthur, which in and of itself should already make him untrustworthy, but Shawn doesn’t think bringing up that point will do him any favors. “He’s just. He’s creepy, okay? Really creepy. And I—” He stops himself, brain to mouth filter kicking in for once. No use in letting Morgana know how much he hates it whenever Agravaine’s gaze lingers on her for a little too long. “He just gives me really bad vibes. Like the Ultimate Creeper of Creeping vibes.”
This startles a laugh out of Morgana, sharp but genuine. They’re silent for a few moments, Morgana looking just as shocked as Shawn feels. He has to keep himself from smiling, knowing that it will only make things worse. She pulls away abruptly, expression something akin to embarrassment, and brushes past Shawn, walking swiftly to the cabin without a glance back.
He watches her go, his mouth tugging up into a knowing smile.
