bigdamndestiny: (reading)
Someone gave those brownies to the Magic Reserve. Someone who was probably a certain fish named man. And that meant someone needed to get his just desserts.

Somehow this meant sitting around in Merlin's room and trying out a brand new spell on him.

"Okay, so are we ready?" Merlin asked, clinging to his book tightly. Because it seemed like a good idea.

Karla had her supplies with her, too, including a whole skein of untouched spidersilk. She was going to weave so many tangled webs around Chuck Bass's brain that he'd be lucky to only believe himself a female. She'd been giving some serious thought to changing him into a beetle, a fish, and a particularly vile species of lizard.

Tony had his laptop open and in front of him. "I think so. I mean, I haven't done something like this before, but if something goes wrong, it should go wrong to Chuck, right? So win-win."

Merlin smiled far too cheerfully at that idea. Perhaps because he was just a bit evil under all that cheer.

"All at once?"

"Let's do this," Karla agreed, tying off the last knot in her web. "If he thinks practical jokes are funny, he should love this one."

There wasn't anything flashy or obvious when the spell was cast, unlike how it looked on those television shows. Nothing glittered even though glitter would have been a bit nice considering the group involved.

"Did it work?" Merlin asked very slowly.

"I guess we'd have to find Chuck to know," Tony said.


[[Establishy! Co-written with the fabu leaders of the Magic Reserve!]]
bigdamndestiny: (in a tree)
Having handwavily changed plans with Karla to meet in the preserve, Merlin was looking at a few of the more local plants to try and figure out if he actually knew them.

Okay, so he was trying to see if there was a place to try and plant a few without raising suspicion for their uses. It might even be useful for people later on!

...just keep telling yourself that, Merlin.

[[Expecting one but open for those with cause to be around!]]
bigdamndestiny: (ready for battle)
Tonight, Merlin was going to try the meditations that Lady Ghanima had been working on with him. Maybe he could figure out how to stop the whole... furniture moving business without asking her. Because, good god, you did NOT ask a lady about that.

He'd just never recover.

The door was open a crack, however, for any visitors who wanted to save him from thinking too hard about curtains instead of actually clearing his mind.

[[Open post is open!]]

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