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Going over Merlin’s ‘resume’
Arthur: so it says right here that you’re creative Merlin: yes Arthur: okay… may I know what you create Merlin: problems
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“I’m not a soldier,” Merlin chokes out between sobs.
Gaius rubs his back, letting the boy bury his face in his shoulder and cry it out.
“I’ve never-“ The words get stuck because he can’t chose between killed and murdered. A hiccup precedes another wave of sobs.
“You saved the Prince’s life,” Gaius reminds him. “You did a good thing.”
Over time killing becomes easier. There are times when Merlin thinks himself capable of outright murder. He wearily eyes Mordred as he becomes closer to Arthur and knows himself capable of horrific things.
He wouldn’t wish this upon anyone; to love someone so much you lose yourself to it. He wishes he didn’t know how far he’d go, how far life, destiny, circumstance would push him, but he does know and for Arthur he’d bloody his hands a million times, carry the burden of death and murder as long as he keeps Arthur by his side.
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Merlin is literally a power source of magic. He is magic in human form. We don’t talk about this enough.
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What else did the knights do to entertain themselves around the campfire?
Imagine Arthur forcing Merlin to play the ukulele and sing.
Imagine Gwaine throwing people's socks into the fire and amusing himself by watching them burn.
Imagine Percival and Elyan spying and eavesdropping on Merlin and Arthur, their coin pouches passing to and fro.
Imagine Lancelot rolling himself into his blankets until he became a sushi.
Imagine Leon internally crying about why life threw these idiots into the world.
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kassasnek · 2 years
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A creature of magic, and what that means for merlin: a little short analysis on Merlin's magic I had after watching the witchfinder
I just rewatched "the witchfinder" with my friend (we're doing a season 2 speedrun) and we discussed somethings about Merlins magic that I found interesting
So, We all know that Merlin is a so called "creature of magic". It's a bit hard to understand what they mean by this, but we think that the absolut best way to describe it is by seeing it as a reflex. Merlin isn't fully human, because his reflexes work in a fundamentaly different way than our.
When we see an arrow flying towards someone, our instinct is to push them away from harm.
Merlin instinct is to shield with magic
Now, this would all be completely fine and dandy if it wasn't for the magic ban. But because of it, Merlin is constantly fighting his own natural reflexes.
When Merlin is sent to the dungeons because he's accused of being a sorcerer, he knows that he could break free at any moment. When Gauis is sent to the dungeons to be tortured, Merlin knows that he could take down the whole castle, and damn the consequences. When Arthur drags him down to the dungeons, he knows that he could take him out with "less than one blow". But instead he is binding himself stuck, fighting against his own self, identity and soul, not using magic because of the repercussions.
When we see a ball flying towards our face, we catch it with our hands. That's our instinct.
Merlin has to see the ball coming towards his face, but still not use his hands by complete self restrain, and force himself to get hit with the ball repeatedly. (all the while being told that he's such an idiot for not catching it with his hands)
When Merlin conjures the horse from the smoke in the witchfinder episode, it's because holding your own hands behind your back aches, and sometimes you just have to shake them lose. It's not because he wants to have a bit of fun, it's because holding it back must pulse in the back of his head, until he must let go, if just for a little bit.
Of course all of this is kind of obvious. But it really stood out to me tonight while talking to my friend about it. It's so easy to forget how much Merlin truly has to force himself to be human in everyone else's way. It's something that's there in every episode.
Merlin had to hold his own hands behind his back, constantly. And I think we forget what that means for him as a creature of magic.
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pants-rants · 6 months
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ANOTHER MERLIN RANT. ok i have to admit there are a few plot holes in merlin, the cgi would give you nightmare and they have never heard of historical accuracy and somethimes that characters act in ways whih i think are out of character. However, i love it.
There was one example os such a thing where is season 5 merlin was ledt alone in these tunnels, unconsious and hurt. Arthur was wounded and unconsicous also so he isnt to blame. In fact before he got hurt he was looking for merlin but what about the other knights?? Gwaine especially who said in the past merlin is his one true/only friend. He has protected merlin even when he got banished for it. The other knights are also his friends, why would they leave him? After dedicating everything to his Kingdom? Granted they dont know that but he lived there for 10 years!
I struggle to believe why he was last seen in the caves with everyone leaving and then there was a cut scene to Camelot! Ok it could be a filming error where they didnt realise they made it appear as if they left him but it rly doesn't seem that way! Imagen you risked ur life to save ur friends. You have traveled days in snowy mountains with barley any food and water, u were captured by bandits, escaped, broke into a castle of a dangerous enemy (morgana and her men) fought ppl and went back as a distraction, then u saw ur friend (arthur) threatened so u run to help him and u get throw into a rocky cave wall. Ur now fading into unconsiousness and the last thing u see is ur friend being threaten with a knife.
This is what must of happened after. You wake up. There is no light and bodies all around you. It is deathly quiet. U have a possibly bleeding head and are all alone. All the ppl u risked ur life for have left u. In enemy territory. Imagen the betrayal and sadness. Except merlin doesnt do anything. He is back in Camelot in the same episode. NO ONE, remarks on his being left. Did they not notice or just not care? What would feel worse. He travelled all the way back, days, all alone. How loyal he is, how sad he must be. I don't think his closest inner circle will have left him. No matter how they sleem slightly to have drifted apart in the last season or two.
Its horrible, not even mentioning one of the next episodes where Gwen, one of his closest friends previously (again drifted apart) accused him of Murdering Arthur and everyone just .... went along with it? Belived it? The pain that no one belives u, trusts u. He served arthur for 10 years, he has publicly risked his life on numerous occasios. he is the only one to speak plainly to arthur without a filter and trys to get him to show emotions (except gwen his wife, but even she is more respectful and timid in this way). How could his closest friends belive he would hurt arthur and condem him to death. If Arthur hadn't woken, merlin would have been executed by his friends. Gwen, who he has saved and risked his life for on multiple occasions.
Fair enough, shes possessed but why wouldnt the others refuse, stop her?? Its too out of character or, merlins friends rly dont trust him enough or are gullible. I lean more towards gullible/oblivious cause no one in merlin seems to see his obviously golden eyes and accept Merlin's or Gaius's excuses. Thats a horrible feeling for merlin, actually for anyone. That the ppl u would die for wouldnt do the same for u, they would infact do the opposite. Again arthur is in a coma cause of the poison he could do nowt.
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oatusily · 10 months
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I know people talk about this all the time but the fact that Merlin’s magic has the natural instinct to protect Arthur is just AHHHH. Call it fate or destiny but I call it love.
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Incorrect Merlin Quotes
Merlin: Like, I know we're friends, but I've always seen us as something more...
Gwaine: Finally! I'm glad you brought it up.
Gwaine: Sometimes I imagine us as dragons. I thought I was the only one!
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procrastinatorrex · 1 year
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IX.
It was raining, of course. It had started just after he left the inn, but he didn’t mind. It was cleansing, as though the water could wash away the mundane identity the sorcerer wore when he needed to walk amongst the world. There was no need for Dr. Ambrose where he was going.
Behind him, the shades of all the people he loved most in the world drank beer and laughed together. He’d done better than he expected; being the eccentric archaeologist was safe, a shield that he could hold between himself and the memories. They talked about science, excavation techniques, interesting finds, and theories about the burials in the clearing. It was almost enough, just talking to them again.
The forest was dark. The trees rustled gently in the wind and rain. In the middle of the clearing there was nothing to hold off the icy drizzle.
The dark-haired sorcerer hardly felt it as he stood, staring at the carefully excavated grave. “Leon,” he said softly, talking to less than no one, since the bones of his dear friend had been taken away, driven off to a lab by his own reincarnated spirit.
“You’re all together now.” He told no one, thinking of the old king's face, the last time they had spoken during Leon’s first life… the last time Leon had looked at him and known him. He’d been very old for the time, but just over middle age by the standards of the people who’d excavated his bones. “I’ve seen all of you, this time. I thought it must mean something, all of you being here. You work together in this life, though it’s not the same, of course.”
The night was still, only the soft sound of rain in the trees answered him.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, “I wasn't looking for you. Maybe I should have been-- I owed you that much, didn't I?" His shoulder bowed under the weight of yet another failure.
"I should have stayed, that last time." It had been a thousand years since he had talked about the last days of Camelot, but the guilt was just as fresh, a small point of pain in his side that would probably never fade. "You asked me to stay, and I should have done it. I could have given you that much, at least. I just… I didn’t want to know you'd gone. I couldn’t stop it, of course, but if I didn’t know… at least for a while, I could pretend. After Gaius, then Gwaine and Gwen…” The confession choked off, shame and sorrow clogging his throat. “I just… I couldn’t do it again. I was a coward, and I left you alone. I’m sorry.”
No one responded. Of course not. There was nobody left to respond.. The very skin of the world had changed a hundred times-- more. It had been carved up, churned up, and paved over by machines. Slowly but surely, nature was giving up her secrets; the heavens had been breached, the deepest oceans were being mapped, the tiniest germs were being observed. Mankind hardly needed magic anymore, they had conquered nature with steel and fire and the unending power of curiosity… and yet he remained, the last mystery of nature, the last creature of the Old Magic— golden light wearing a human shape. Pointless, but unending, unchanging. Just this side of alive.
No matter what happened to the shape of the world, the last scion of the Old Religion seemed to always find himself in the same place; alone on the Isle of the Blessed, mourning.
He hated himself for the fact that despite all he had witnessed, all he had failed to stop or correct, he still couldn't make himself mourn for the things he should mourn. The Emrys didn’t mourn for the millions of his kin who had been slaughtered, nor for the loss of the old Groves, where magic had been born… nor even for the tidal wave of innocent blood that had splashed across his homeland, leeching away the magic like vital nutrients from soil that had been over-farmed until it was cold and dead.
No. Emrys mourned for a man.
The laugh was bitter. “I am human, I suppose,” he told no one. “I should be raging. I should call the deep magics of the earth until my ears bleed and the land cracks open and swallows up every last grimy piece of this mess… but I won’t, because this is still Arthur’s kingdom. Because when he comes back--” His voice cracked on the last word and he crumpled into a heap beside the cold hole where one of his dearest friends had rotted away to nothing.
"He has to come back. He has to-- I… I don’t remember what he looked like, anymore.” The sorcerer gave his confession to the empty grave. “He can't just be gone. He's supposed to come back. I’m the only one left to remember, the only one—and— and I – don’t– remember.”
The night was cold and still, the sobs of the last sorcerer barely audible above the rain. A lonesome eternity yawned empty and endless all around the quietly weeping figure. The last sorcerer, the Emrys, the Mage of Camelot wept alone, as he had for a thousand years.
Then, in the shadowy depths of the final resting place of the last king of Camelot, the dirt moved.
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bibuck-saved-me · 2 years
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“how about you”
“me? 😧😧😧😧😧😧😧”
HIS FACE
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Merthur shenanigans after Arthur returned pt.2
*at the zoo* Arthur: What are they in for?
Merlin: Arthur, this isn't a prison
Arthur: so they can leave?
Merlin: No, but-
Arthur: *points at a Meerkat* I bet that one murdered someone
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amariram · 3 months
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“I failed?”
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I just realized something.
If Kilgharrah never spoke in that stupid mysterious way to Merlin, maybe Arthur wouldn't have died.
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arthur, to me, is the most tragic merlin character. he is betrayed by everyone he is close to. his whole family. uther was such a bad father to him, morgana went against him, agravaine was never with him. even merlin lied to him. all he tried to do was his best, yet he constantly felt like he was failing. he felt like he had to push people away, that he couldnt let them in. his life was cut short before he could show people who he was.
yes, merlin lost everyone, but he knew the whole time. he knew what was happening, he was able to try and stop it. arthur didnt know. he wasnt told a lot of things. people kept him out of their decisions.
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ink-through-her-veins · 6 months
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The phrase ignorance is bliss is coined by King Arthur Pendragon after finding out his manservant and only friend has magic and has been using it to accomplish increasingly dangerous feats in order to protect Camelot and his King. Where before, Arthur could mock Merlin’s laziness, clumsiness and cowardice, afterward Arthur is in a constant state of anxious worry.
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lochlot-moved · 1 month
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this man is fun to draw
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