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Merlin Picspam -- The Mark of Nimueh
It's Picspam time again!
As usual, all caps by me and are free to anyone who wants to take them. Snag away, my pretties.
As you can see, bodies are turning up in a rather shocking state all over Camelot. This can only be the work of ... an EVOL MAKE-UP ARTIST! This must be kept a secret or Camelot shall be lost to panic and foundation!
Gauis and Merlin sneak the body away for further investigation and Gwen gives Merlin a little flower. Then, Arthur comes for a visit. Merlin hasn't turned up for work, but that's okay because Arthur's used to it. Auw. Sweet. And absolute proof that they're shagging. I don't know why. I've just decided.
But Arthur spots something ...
The flower! Oh noes!
What, this old thing?
Arthur stomps off and Merlin watches his arse, because it's nice and round.
Oh look, he's back and about to break into song. No, seriously, Uther is aware that rampant make-up artists are to blame for the growing body-count so he sends Arthur to search all of Camelot.
I love this shot. What a handsome prince. Did you just hear a happy sigh? That was me, in love. I've named my new laptop Arthur and it's attached to Merlin the Mouse. There's a chance I'm obsessed.
So, back to the plot. Merlin suddenly remembers he left his Bumper Book of Make-Up Artistry in his bedroom. Uh-oh.
There it is! And Arthur's voice carries from the room. He's found something! The tension cranks up a notch, Merlin's breath catches in his throat and his bladder wibbles. He makes his way into the bedroom.
No, it's fine, Arthur's found the 32" HD Widescreen. 'It's a Toshiba,' Says Arthur. 'You idiot. I told you to get the Sony!'
'Told you to go to PC World, but do you ever listen to me? No.'
'But it's got built-in freeview. Argos rocks.'
Bong! Bong! Bells sound in the distance and Uther sets a curfew. No one must roam the streets of Camelot after the ten o'clock news.
Meanwhile, Merlin is consulting his Bumper Book of Make-Up Artistry.
Blend base into jaw or one will look like a baked bean, when baked beans are invented. Too much powder will cause you to resemble a clown, when clowns are invented.
Things are getting serious and no one has an answer. The brave Prince Arthur has a feeling something is amiss. He tries to work out what it is:
Nope. Fail.
But when he does finally work it out, he's not a happy bunny.
Gwen is the make-up artist! I know I should be worried about her at this point, but I'm terribly distracted by Arthur's strutting and his sexy coat.
I'm still distracted. Where am I? What's my name? Arthur is wondering the same thing.
'No! Release Gwen at once, for I am the make-up artist you seek! I've even worked on Doctor Who!'
I get a slight hint of disbelief at this point.
And now we have huggles. Was I the only one who made noises like an excited seal? I did the clapping thing too. I just wish I'd had a big red ball. Oh the slash. They're so doing it!
If I insert this picture right here as a reaction shot, it becomes a little disturbing, yes? Oh good, I'll leave it, then.
Kissy kissy? Smoochy smoochy?
Don't they make a lovely couple? Seriously, they fit.
I feel a bit sorry for Merlin here. It looks like there's a gang-bang about to occur. I fear smiley-guy on the left.
The dragon is absolutely a slasher. And a bit cross-eyed. This is where we get the, 'You are but one side of the coin. Arthur is the other,' speech. Thank you, Mr Merlin Writer. We love you.
They work out the evol make-up artist is hiding deep below the city, possibly in the tunnels connecting Torchwood One and Three, by the looks of it.
Arthur waves his torch around and Merlin makes him ejaculate an all-consuming fire. Yay!
Haha, foiled! It turns out to be an evil sorceress who has infected the water supply with a big fugly clay monster, and not an EVOL MAKE-UP ARTIST! Who would have thunk it?! Not so much as an Avon Representative in sight, which is just as well as they're forbidden in Camelot, along with Magic, KFC and farting.
And they saved the best line until last: 'This fish didn't come from the water, did it?' Oh, Merlin, my love for you grows by the second. You are my sunshine.
As usual, all caps by me and are free to anyone who wants to take them. Snag away, my pretties.
As you can see, bodies are turning up in a rather shocking state all over Camelot. This can only be the work of ... an EVOL MAKE-UP ARTIST! This must be kept a secret or Camelot shall be lost to panic and foundation!
Gauis and Merlin sneak the body away for further investigation and Gwen gives Merlin a little flower. Then, Arthur comes for a visit. Merlin hasn't turned up for work, but that's okay because Arthur's used to it. Auw. Sweet. And absolute proof that they're shagging. I don't know why. I've just decided.
But Arthur spots something ...
The flower! Oh noes!
What, this old thing?
Arthur stomps off and Merlin watches his arse, because it's nice and round.
Oh look, he's back and about to break into song. No, seriously, Uther is aware that rampant make-up artists are to blame for the growing body-count so he sends Arthur to search all of Camelot.
I love this shot. What a handsome prince. Did you just hear a happy sigh? That was me, in love. I've named my new laptop Arthur and it's attached to Merlin the Mouse. There's a chance I'm obsessed.
So, back to the plot. Merlin suddenly remembers he left his Bumper Book of Make-Up Artistry in his bedroom. Uh-oh.
There it is! And Arthur's voice carries from the room. He's found something! The tension cranks up a notch, Merlin's breath catches in his throat and his bladder wibbles. He makes his way into the bedroom.
No, it's fine, Arthur's found the 32" HD Widescreen. 'It's a Toshiba,' Says Arthur. 'You idiot. I told you to get the Sony!'
'Told you to go to PC World, but do you ever listen to me? No.'
'But it's got built-in freeview. Argos rocks.'
Bong! Bong! Bells sound in the distance and Uther sets a curfew. No one must roam the streets of Camelot after the ten o'clock news.
Meanwhile, Merlin is consulting his Bumper Book of Make-Up Artistry.
Blend base into jaw or one will look like a baked bean, when baked beans are invented. Too much powder will cause you to resemble a clown, when clowns are invented.
Things are getting serious and no one has an answer. The brave Prince Arthur has a feeling something is amiss. He tries to work out what it is:
Nope. Fail.
But when he does finally work it out, he's not a happy bunny.
Gwen is the make-up artist! I know I should be worried about her at this point, but I'm terribly distracted by Arthur's strutting and his sexy coat.
I'm still distracted. Where am I? What's my name? Arthur is wondering the same thing.
'No! Release Gwen at once, for I am the make-up artist you seek! I've even worked on Doctor Who!'
I get a slight hint of disbelief at this point.
And now we have huggles. Was I the only one who made noises like an excited seal? I did the clapping thing too. I just wish I'd had a big red ball. Oh the slash. They're so doing it!
If I insert this picture right here as a reaction shot, it becomes a little disturbing, yes? Oh good, I'll leave it, then.
Kissy kissy? Smoochy smoochy?
Don't they make a lovely couple? Seriously, they fit.
I feel a bit sorry for Merlin here. It looks like there's a gang-bang about to occur. I fear smiley-guy on the left.
The dragon is absolutely a slasher. And a bit cross-eyed. This is where we get the, 'You are but one side of the coin. Arthur is the other,' speech. Thank you, Mr Merlin Writer. We love you.
They work out the evol make-up artist is hiding deep below the city, possibly in the tunnels connecting Torchwood One and Three, by the looks of it.
Arthur waves his torch around and Merlin makes him ejaculate an all-consuming fire. Yay!
Haha, foiled! It turns out to be an evil sorceress who has infected the water supply with a big fugly clay monster, and not an EVOL MAKE-UP ARTIST! Who would have thunk it?! Not so much as an Avon Representative in sight, which is just as well as they're forbidden in Camelot, along with Magic, KFC and farting.
And they saved the best line until last: 'This fish didn't come from the water, did it?' Oh, Merlin, my love for you grows by the second. You are my sunshine.