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hannahhook7744 · 2 years
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Merlin in the modern day Moodboards Part 1;
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Character: George the servant.
Modern name: George Brass.
Age: 37 years old.
Modern job: Butler who doubles as a body guard.
Short rundown of their modern life: George lives with his wife, Sefa, in a cheap apartment along with his brother, Tyr.
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Character: Sir Gwaine.
Modern name: Gwaine Jones.
Age: 39 years old.
Modern job: Fleamarkert sales person and boxer/wrestler.
Short rundown of their modern life: He is a vagabond who boxs and wrestles people for money while living out of his Rv, he's in a relatively new relationship with Percival, and has a couple of kids. Just for the chaos of it.
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Character: Sir Leon.
Modern name: Leonard 'Leon' Grant.
Age: 43 years old.
Modern job: Detective.
Short rundown of their modern life: He is a detective who shares an apartment with his coworker, Lancelot, and his wife, Vivian. He volunteers at the community youth center with the others. He's not reincarnated. He's just immortal and has helped Merlin find the others.
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Character: Sir Elyan.
Modern name: Elyan Smith.
Age: 40 years old.
Modern job: Photographer and travel blogger.
Short rundown of their modern life: He is a traveling photographer and blogger who promotes not only his sister's business but his childhood friend's business as well. He also makes swords and knifes for fun and has adopted a child named 'Salem Shrine' who eventually took on his last name. He volunteers at the community youth center with the others, which is actually how he found Salem to begin with. He is also married to Mithian.
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Character: Shrine/druid boy.
Modern name: Salem Smith.
Age: 11 years old.
Modern job: None. He's a student.
Short rundown of their modern life: Born Salem Shrine, he grew up an orphan and met Elyan Smith (his future Adoptive father) at the community youth center when he saved him from drowning. He was adopted not long later and changed his last name to Smith.
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Character: Merlin.
Modern name: Merlin Everstone.
Age: 36 years old (physically at least).
Modern job: Physician/doctor.
Short rundown of their modern life: Merlin has slowly been finding the reincarnations of people he knew and had become a doctor. He is married to Freya and owns a strawberry farm near some mountains and a lake with a couple of farm animals. He is trying to take care and make peace with the reincarnations of his friends and one off allies. Including some that had become his enemies in his old life.
And he's still trying to keep them alive while hoping that Arthur rises before more of their enemies do and before the world gets worse. And he really hopes that there is a way for his friends to remember the old days and for his old enemies who have good in them to forgive him.
He is tried of all the fighting and really hopes that he doesn't outlive all of them again because waiting for one of them to pop up sucked. You know, since being immortal and trying not to grow attached to other people is not easy.
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Character: Kara.
Modern name: Kara Galdur.
Age: 28 years old.
Modern job: Waitress.
Short rundown of their modern life: She is a waitress at a dual club-restaurant called 'Morgana's' and she is engaged to her live in boyfriend, Mordred.
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Character: Sir Lancelot Du Lac.
Modern name: Lancelot 'Lance' Griffin.
Age: 39 years old.
Modern job: Detective.
Short rundown of their modern life: Lance is a single detective who lives with his coworker/partner, Leon, in an apartment with Leon's wife and volunteers at the community youth center with the others.
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Character: Sir Mordred the druid boy.
Modern name: Mordred Barlow Le Fay.
Age: 28 years old.
Modern job: Med Student.
Short rundown of their modern life: Mordred lives with his fiancée, Kara Galdu, in a flat above Morgana's restaurant & gay bar/club. He is Morgana's adoptive brother and changed his last name, Barrow, to his middle name so he could change his last name to Le Fay.
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Character: Lady Morgana Pendragon.
Modern name: Morgana 'Morgan' Le Fay.
Age: 41 years old.
Modern job: Owner of Morgana's restaurant and gay club/bar.
Short rundown of their modern life: Morgan Le Fay is the daughter of a stay at home mom socialite—who had an affair with a now deceased business man (who is her real father)—and a soldier. Her mom went missing and her father died, leaving her and her older (by two years) sister, Morgause, orphans.
Eventually she found a young orphan named Mordred not long after his father died and took him in, treating him like a brother.
She is estranged from her older sister and is helping put Mordred through school and her restaurant/club is located right next to her childhood friend, Gwen Smith's, Boutique.
She is also a former lawyer.
(What would you guys call Gwen's Boutique/flower shop).
Big thanks to @hufflepuffpirate20 , @gwaine-lover , @genderfunky-lesbian , @everything-but-the-not-natural , @witchmd13 , @sautedonions , and @purpleblobfrompluto for the help.
(I don't care much for Kara but thought I'd include her anyway because I care about Mordred. Plus she could maybe change in the future after realizing she done fucked up).
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sevinite · 3 months
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a modern witch and their familiar
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amariram · 4 months
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Sir Leon, Sir Elyan, Sir Percival and Sir Lancelot simply horrified because in the middle of a banquet and out of the blue Lord Derrick of Essetir just asked Arthur’s bless to officially court Merlin.
Bonus: The Knights of the Round Table had just spit all the red wine they were sipping on a traumatized George who was just passing by.
Bonus + 1: Sir Gwaine laughing is ass out cause he was the one who suggested to Lord Derrick to propose in front of everyone just because he wanted to see Arthur’s reaction.
Read the fanfic here.
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hellerscape · 5 months
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The image I used for Merlin’s face is from here [x]
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stressed-and-queer · 8 months
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Shout out to George. He was in like, one episode of Merlin and here he is. In every single merlin fic ever.
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ratfreecog · 2 years
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My favorite thing about merthur is how utterly little Arthur knows about Merlin. Like he doesn’t know he has magic, he doesn’t know what he does when he disappears for days on end-hell, he thinks he spends it all in the tavern. He watches merlin sleep on the floor, make him rat soup, pretty obviously lie about many, many things, and still he’s just like “yeah that one. I want that one. Give him to me”
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oswinsdolma · 1 year
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one of my fav things about the merlin fandom is how, despite appearing for literally one episode, george the manservant appears in so much fanfiction set in camelot. like we really took one look at this guy and just collectively decided that he should be There. a Part Of The Narrative. excellent work everybody.
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georgies-ftts · 8 months
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Light haired ‘Royalty’ vs Dark haired ‘companion’
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Tumblr and their 10 image limit 😔
Use the Alt button if you’re not sure who they are :)
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hannahhook7744 · 1 month
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Official Merlin Ask Game!;
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Favorite canon ship.
Favorite non canon ship.
Villain you think deserved another chance.
Villain you think should be burned at the pyre.
Worst thing you think Uther ever did.
Worst thing you think Arthur ever did.
Worst thing you think Merlin ever did.
One off character you wish had a bigger part.
Least favorite character.
Favorite character.
Random Knights Headcanon.
Random Merlin Headcanon.
Random Servant Headcanon.
Favorite oc of yours?
Favorite Merlin fic you've written.
Angsty thought you've had about something in canon that you wanted to share.
Unpublished Merlin Fic Idea you have that you'd like to share.
Favorite dragon.
Things about canon you ignore.
Favorite knight.
Fics you wish you could find more of?
Favorite line you've written from your Merlin fic.
What’s your fav battle scene?
Everyone knows that fandom doesn’t like uther but what are your feelings about gaius?
Pre Merlin headcanons?
Post Merlin Headcanons?
Modern Merlin headcanons, if any?
Knight death that makes you the maddest?
Knight death that makes you the saddest?
Side character death that makes you the maddest?
Side character death that makes you the saddest?
Favorite Merlin fic you've read in recent memory?
Favorite Magical creature?
Myth you wished had been adapted in Merlin?
Myth you're glad hadn't been adapted in Merlin?
Underrated friendship?
Random plot idea you think would have been funny for an episode?
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chaos-has-theories · 1 month
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Of all the substacks I've subscribed to since Dracula Daily, none have kept me reading as much as Letters regarding Jeeves. What a guy. What a vocabulary. How incredibly, bafflingly gay.
Just recently my good friend Bertie had to stay without his man for a couple of days, and it he just spent the time sad and depressed in his hotel room. You think I'm kidding?
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Anyway. Can recommend.
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hopelessromantic5 · 3 months
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Love in All Its Forms
Merlin liked to think he knew quite a bit. He's all of twenty and four, now. He's learned so much information in the last three years, his head feels it might explode. Only the magic of the Earth itself still holding him together.
But there were always reasons to keep going. Camelot, her people, that needed protection. His family, his friends, Hunith, Gwen, Lance, Gwaine, Leon, Elyan. They've all become a part of him now.
Merlin also liked to think he knew a lot about love. He was easily capable of feeling a love that passes between two people. Each different than the last.
For example, the love between Gwen and her brother Elyan was that of a comrade, a brother in arms. They teased and poked and worried feircly. As opposed to the love that Merlin can see slowly growing between Gwen and Lancelot. Theirs is a quiet feeling. But no less intense. They communicate with silent looks and soft touches. When they are together, their eyes never dim.
In his mind, Merlin considers this oddity as just another power in his arsenal. He can see love before the lover's even notice. Like Gwaine and Percival, for instance.
Gwaine is…a complicated person. That may be the understatement of the century, but there are many things that Gwaine never lets see the light of day. A brave knight in the face of his own memories, out of neccesity. Merlin would try his damndest at the beginning to get any information out of him at all, about his past, or his hurt. But Gwaine insisted he was fine, and Merlin wouldn't want to hear it. That was, until Percival came along with Lancelot, and Gwaine bloomed like a flower in spring.
Percival was shy, something that Gwaine latched onto immidiately. He always had a thing for the quiet ones. The gentle giant favored hanging around the stables or the royal kennels, looking after dogs and brushing down the horses in his down time. Merlin has caught Gwaine watching Percival on more than one occasion, but said nothing. Never bringing attention to the unspoken connection they seem to have. After all, Merlin couldn't judge either of them a bit.
In a group setting, Gwaine was still his boistorous, frankly blunt self, and in turn, he pulled Percival out of his shell. They would huddle together in council meeting, or close in the tavern, whipsering about training, or gambling, or just their days. Merlin does try not to eavesdrop, but its nearly impossible when he can feel the waves of affection rolling off of them and out into the room, making everyone around them, unknowingly, softer.
Even Arthur.
Oh, god.
Arthur. King Arthur. The Once and Future King of Albion.
A royal, supercillois prat with a heart of gold and hair to match.
Anywhere he went, he arrived like the sun each morning. Beautiful and regal and breathtaking. Merlin nearly choked on it.
Morgana would call him a hypocrite, if she were here. She went to stay with the druids shortly following the death of Uther. After Arthur was settled into Kingship, she said her tearful goodbyes and promised to return in the winter for Yule.
Before leaving, she hugged Merlin fiercly and whispered into his shoulder "Take care of yourself. And him." He did not need to ask who 'he' was. "You're the only person in the world that makes him truly happy."
With that, she took her leave. Stepping away from a sad, shell-shocked Merlin.
"She will return soon, Merlin." The King's voice pulled him out of his thoughts and back into the royal chambers. How had he known what Merlin was thinking of?
"I know, sire." He nodded, resolute to not look at the King in his private, sleepy state. "I just miss her, is all."
"As do I." Came a quiet response. "She was always better at this part." He shuffled parchments on the desk. "The paperwork and the delegating."
"She would vehemenately disagree." Merlin chuckled lowly, still staring at the pile of clean clothes he has yet to sort.
"That she would." Arthur's voice sounds far away, which caused Merlin to look up at him, only to find the King watching him do absolutely nothing. He almost couldn’t breathe. His magic rising up in his throat any time Arthur looks his way, these days.
"Are you…" the golden King began, unsure. Merlin's eyebrows pinched slightly. "Do you and Morgana-"
"No!" He practically shouted into a very quiet room, causing him to flinch at his own blunder. "I mean… no." He tried again, calmer. "She is very beautiful and kind, but it's not like that. It's just that…" he sighed, looking down at that same pile of clothes, trying to find the right words.
"She's a high preistess. Extremely, naturally, powerful. While there are other magical users now in residence here, it's not quite the same. The druids and everyone, they all look to me as some kind of…" He trailed off.
"God." Arthur finished for him. "They see you as a god."
"Well, yes." To busy his hands, he finally began sorting different piles. "Morgana was someone with magic who understood that I am not, completely, the immortal of legend. She's been to Ealdor, she's seen where I used to put my hands into the Earth and grow vegetables in the winter so that we would not starve." He shrugged. "She was a nice collaborator to have, a friend."
"I'm sorry." Merlin snapped his neck to look over at Arthur, still behind his desk, but work long abandoned.
"Whatever for?"
"That you must seperate peices of yourself in order to exist in a certain place. That there are those who make you feel as if you aren't human, but some savior sent to magically fix every problem we have." Arthur shook his head slightly. "You are more than that."
This. This is what Merlin can never find the words for.
He knew what he felt for Arthur was love. But it seemed so above and beyond any love he's ever felt, he hesitated to label it such.
Yes, he would die for Arthur without ever thinking, he would throw himself down at Arthur's mercy should he ever fail him. But that was only one peice of it. That was the love he feels for his King, that was the loyalty attatched to his affection.
Another part of him, the part that sits quietly with Arthur in his chambers, the one that wakes a sleepy man every morning with much more fondness than is appropriate. It was just Merlin, that fell in love with just Arthur. His heart, his kindness.
That part of Merlin would destroy anything and everything to see Arthur happy. He would burn down the world.
This was what scared him.
"Am I?" Is all he can manage to get out, in a cottonmouth whisper.
"Of course, Merlin. You are what keeps this kingdom afloat. Not just because you defend Camelot from grave dangers, or keep the grain stores stocked for winter. But because your light seems to bleed onto others and make us all unbearably happy. We would all be miserable without you."
"We?" Merlin can't help but point out with a small, shying smile. "Including you, sire?"
Merlin saw, in the candlelight, as the King's cheeks turned a bright pink and he tore his eyes back down to his scattered desk. "Well I would certainly be miserable with George all the time."
The well put-together man only did half of the usual tasks given to a manservant of the King. Merlin woke Arthur, dressed him, served him breakfast. He attended him at feasts and every night, he readied the King for bed. No one was taking that from him, as far as he was concerned. Unless Arthur told him to go, he would be here, always by his side.
"Have no fear, your highness, I will always be here to save you from manservants with no personality."
"Thank the gods for that." Arthur said, all too serious.
Merlin tried to lighten the mood, with a small chuckle he asked "Did you honestly think that Morgana and I-"
The King cut him off, scrunching his eyes closed in embarasment. "Gods, I didn't know, okay? I knew you cared for her but I didn't know if it was more than-"
"It's not. I care for her as a sister. I care for her as you do."
Arthur smiled at him. "That is good to know." He tapped on the wooden surface of his desk with a finger, staring at the motion in thought. Merlin just watched him.
"So, you don't have your eye on anyone, at present?"
Merlin's brain froze still. How was he supposed to answer that? "I…wouldn't say that." He responded quietly, not looking away from Arthur's stark blue eyes.
Arthur seemed almost disappointed, but not surprised. "I thought as much." he said with smile that did not reach his eyes.
At Merlin's questioning look he said, "You're often daydreaming when I find you alone. With some dopey looking smile on your face." He tried to sound offhand when he asked, "Who's the lucky lady?"
Merlin decided, for once in his life, to be honest when asked a question. Looking at his feet once more, he responded. "Not a lady at all, actually." the man sighed, bereft. "A complete idiot that they somehow allowed to be King though he can't even dress himself most days. I don't know how the kingdom hasn't-"
His rambling was cut off once again by the King. But this time a completely different tactic was used.
The kiss was hungry, while Arthur's hold on him was gentle. As if he were afraid to break something precious.
They come up for air some minutes later, now grasping onto each other for dear life. "We should've done that ages ago." Arthur whispers into the air between them, causing a giddy laugh to ride up out of both of them.
Their love is like flowers growing up out of the frozen solid ground. Or a gust of cold air in the dessert.
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nextstopparis · 1 year
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HAPPY MERLIN THURSDAY FOR THE NEXT THREE MINUTES THAT IT IS STILL THURSDAY-
Anyways you know the drill, go check it out on TikTok!
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theroundbartable · 4 months
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Arthur: I met a Merlin today, father. I want a Merlin.
Uther: we have Merlin at home
Merlin at home:
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Okay, the post was to end there, but while searching for George in the gif, I found this?
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You guys do realize I'm the coinventor of the Leon/George dynamic, right?
Well, fine, I'm the inventor of the BroTP/ coworker, secretly helping Merlin from the shadows version. While the other person (forgive me, I forgot which blog that was) invented the ship version.
Do you understand how I feel when I see this???? I feel pretty damn awesome!!!!!
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resu-w-ana · 5 months
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Writing long and detailed reports together✨
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sneakyboymerlin · 1 year
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“average death rate in Camelot is 5,000 people per year" factoid actualy just statistical error. average death rate in Camelot is 1,000 people per year. Merlin Emrys, who lives in the physician’s quarters and dies 10,000 times per year, is an outlier adn should not have been counted
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