They should have dwelled more into Merlin’s skills (and I’m not talking about just magic)
As I rewatched Merlin, I realised this man has so many skills?!
We often talk about how surely Arthur must have thought him how to use a sword (I agree 100%) but Merlin also knows how to hunt?
He dislikes it, yet years and years of going hunting with Arthur proves to be fruitful. Merlin founds the deer in season four before the entire Camelot patrol. He knows how to recognise tracks on trees and traces of feet in the mud (he knows how to build them in the right way with magic, too). And I have proof that Arthur teaches Merlin, because in season five, Arthur makes Merlin see what was wrong with the branch. when they went out and Arthur noticed that someone (Mordred) had walked past the woods.
Also, season four, episode two? Merlin wakes up before Lancelot and HE IS HUNTING FISH LIKE A MASTER?!
Have we talked about this? Who taught him? I believe most things he already knew how to do, since he grew up in a village with a single mother where everyone had to fetch up for themselves.
He also knows how to cook. And he gets compliments (even if they are jokes) from the Knights and Arthur himself too.
HE IS A PHYSICIAN, and I wished we could have seen so much more of that, because he is hot, because it proves that is so good at learning, listening and also teaching. He tells Daegal how to get rid of the poison, poison, in his body and HE IS STILL SO HUMBLE ABOUT IT?! He spent more than ten years being an apprentice and when Daegal tells him he is a good physician, Merlin denies it?! Bro has low self esteem.
Merlin also has all the skills required from a servant, like sewing, cleaning specific fabric in a certain way, polishing armour and so many other things, adjusting swords and weapons ecc.
I guess it pisses me off when Merlin is described (heavily in fanfictions too) like an incapable manservant, unable to do things for himself or defend himself without magic, when he spent ten years in Camelot doing new work after new work. Just because he was scared at the end of season five without his powers (because he had never lost them before) it doesn’t mean Merlin isn’t capable of using a sword, or help himself, since he does and challenges Morgana too, even without powers.
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Do you have a headcannon of P?
I have quite a few actually haha! I'll give you just a couple of 'em tho <3
(Disclaimer: most of these are in regards to High Humanity P unless stated otherwise)
He could always feel pain since he woke up. Pain is a sensation after all, not an emotion, and it's important for him to know what might be internally broken while fighting (even if it's...unpleasant)
Becoming FRUSTRATED by that pain, however, came later after he gained some more humanity:
Just because he's quiet and stoic doesn't mean he isn't mischievous in his own way ("Looks like you inherited Carlo's mischievous personality instead of his memories"). This is the character of PINOCCHIO we're talking about after all, a puppet who's infamous for being tricksy. He's just...less boisterous and loud about it like Carlo probably was
On occasion, P enjoys using the perceptions people have of him to his advantage, sometimes pretending he's still that wide eyed, aloof puppet who walked into the Hotel for the first time just to mess with people/pull one over on them (or maybe to get away with flustering them because oops it looks like he "forgot" he needs to wear a shirt around the hotel again!)
Following that train of thought, he likes to flex his ability to lie at times with his friends, it helps him feel a little more human sometimes. Usually his fibs are about harmless things to pull little pranks on them, not usually about anything important (unless he feels it's necessary):
He doesn't normally talk unless he has to, preferring to converse with body language/signals if he can get away with it. He may indulge in the occasional ramble though if you're someone he really trusts/knows, i.e. Gemini
He may have just been "born" very recently, but he's always had the mental capacity of a fully grown adult, even as he stumbled his way through discovering his newfound humanity (i.e. he's more-so inexperienced, rather than innocent). The concept of a "childhood" fascinates him, having never really experienced one himself
I have some more headcanons I def plan to make into comics at some point haha, but if y'all want more lil posts like this, lemmie know! ^v^
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Wise behaviour, I decide, is sleeping it off. I pass out in the tent for hours, oblivious to the festival chaos, and wake disoriented and in no better spirits once the sun has dipped beneath the hills. Half awake, I trudge towards the showers and wash my hair and teeth under cold water before wandering off to find someone to hang out with for the night.
It’s Joe and Kasper I find first, laying into hamburgers that I cannot understand how they can stomach. After what I saw spew out of me today, I’m not sure I’ll ever enjoy solid food again, but I sit with them while they polish them off, finding that I can handle the eating and the finger licking if I completely dissociate and think about the way my palms feel until my mind is free from all thought, and every emotion is vacuumed right out of my being.
I maintain it for a while, that blank feeling, and when we finally meet with the others to see Foo Fighters at the main stage, I stand there like a ghost on the outskirts of the group while Jen throws me the occasional withering stare.
“What’s wrong with you?” she whispers, as we try to find a decent place to stand.
I shrug. “Dunno, really.”
“Why are you acting so weird?”
“Am I?”
“Yes.”
“Not trying to.”
“And where were you all day? I texted you like, ten times, probably. It was like getting a grim insight into what it’s like to go out with you.”
“What’s that mean?”
She scoffs, “Please, how you’d disappear for hours when Michelle was trying to get in touch, and reappear with no explanation, like, a day later? No wonder she was paranoid.”
I frown. “Thought you refused to talk to her about our relationship, the same way you did with me.”
And she rolls her eyes, “oh, come on. You really think she didn’t bring it up with me? Endlessly? And you know what? She was right. Not texting her back for a whole day was a really shit thing to do.”
“It was because my phone died. Half the time I couldn’t remember where my charger was.”
“You just didn’t want to talk to her.”
“Sometimes I don’t want to talk, Jen. In fact sometimes it's better for everyone when I don't have to.”
Her face reddens. “Well then, you should say that, instead of just going mute on people. It’s not nice.”
“I said it this morning!” As my voice rises a few decibels, Evie turns to look at me, and I only meet her eyes for a split second before returning my glare to Jen. “I told you I’m not up for talking.”
“Well, fine, but tell me what you were doing today. You look awful.” her hand comes to my face and I knock it away.
“Stop. Don’t touch me.”
She rears back like I’ve spit at her. “Jude.”
“I just don’t want your hands right in my face.”
She stares at me in outrage. “You're treating me like a criminal for being concerned. I just wanted to spend time with you today, that’s all.”
“Well, look. I’m not always going to be here. You’re going to have to find someone else to hang out with eventually, so you’ll need to stop depending on me for company all the time.”
Tears spring to her eyes. “Oh, my God. You’re being rotten. When you’re like this-”
“Don’t talk to me then.”
“I’m allowed to talk to you. You’re my friend.”
I roll my eyes. “Fine, talk then. Chat away. I'm listening.”
Her chin wobbles, but her eyes harden. “You should be ashamed of yourself, by the way.”
I raise my eyebrows with mock enlightenment. “Oh yeah? Why’s that?”
“Because, whatever about how I feel today, but you’ve confused that sweet girl, okay? I’ve been with her since morning, and she’s devastated that you’ve kissed her and then essentially run away and hid from her like a scared child.”
“Did she say that, Jen, or did you just make it up so I’d feel guilty?”
“That’s the fucking subtext.”
“The subtext, is it? Oh, excuse me. The fucking subtext.”
“You can’t speak to me like that.”
“Christ, I can't say anything, can I?”
“It’s not even about me, by the way. What about Evie? Huh? What about-”
“Oh, my God.” I make a sound, this hollow, frustrated hack like the imitation of a laugh. “Stop hounding me about her, right? I’m sick of it, all day, all the time, begging for details. It’s nothing. It’s meaningless, so just leave me alone.”
“It’s not nothing. I know you well enough to tell when it’s-”
“Jen!”
“Fine.” She marches to join Evie, who, after one more anxious glance in my direction, murmurs something to Jen that I cannot hear.
“Yeah. I think he’s just in one of his moods.” She snips at volume, flashing evil eyes over her shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. He woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I had to see him like this all the time at school. Just ignore him.”
I scowl at her, and she scowls back even harder before whirling around and pulling Evie into the crowd, and as far away from me as they can possibly get.
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