Why Am I Always Sad For Christmas

In your Authurian legends post you said you think Merlin has a lovely singing voice, do you have any headcanons about that? It’s my favorite headcanon that he can sing too (especially since Colin Morgan can also sing) :)

Oh for sure! I didn’t know Colin could sing too! That would have been cool to see in the show 😌😌😌

- Hunith sang often. Especially when Merlin was upset or sad. As he got older, that was mostly when he figured you were supposed to sing.

- So more often or not when someone was sad baby Merlin would just appear and start singing in an attempt to make people feel better. Will was the one who would occasionally start requesting Merlin sing while nobody was upset.

Will: hey, sing one of your songs!

Merlin: why?

Will: I’m bored

Merlin: ...but... nobody is sad?

Will: I’m going to be sad if I dont hear a song

Merlin: ....fair enough.

- Eventually Merlin would rope Will into singing with him and they made it into something of a game. Merlin would start the song and Will had to make up the lyrics for the next part and so forth.

- Singing. Magic. Like that Rapunzel type shit. Merlin discovers he can do this by accident (like he discovers most of his magic) but a good chunk of his spells seem to get more powerful when he sings. This generally only works with nature oriented magic tho.

- He can also do the thing Lady Helena (I think that was her name) aka Mary did in the first episode. Where you sing people and enchant them? Yeah - he has to be careful because sometimes that happens depending on the song.

- Like, depending on the tone/mood of the song will affect the audience. So if he sings a happy song then people end up getting really zazzed without knowing why exactly. Or a sad song might make them unbearably sad. A lullaby sends them to sleep. An angry song can cause a war.

- Also, sometimes if you closely enough, his magic makes it so you can see sound vibrations.

- Merlin doesn’t sing too much in Camelot because he’s trying his best to fit in and nobody else is really out there singing. Still, he hums under his breath a lot and whistles along with the birds.

- He also sings when he’s stressed out. This is kinda hilarious because you’ll have Merlin sprinting after a sorcerer like ‘la la la trying not to die... la la la...everything is fine...’

- However, he went back to his roots after Gwen’s dad died. Not really knowing how best to comfort her he just sang a bit until she felt better. After that she often went to Merlin when she needed cheering up and asked him to sing.

- Naturally, if Gwen knows then Elyan knew after he came to Camelot. This uhhhhhh caused some problems for Merlin lol

Elyan: ....this patrol is boring. Merlin can you sing something?

Arthur: ha! Merlin can’t sing, Elyan

Elyan: But Gwen says he sings for her all the time?

Gwaine: W H A T?! Merlin, you’ve never sang for me? What the Hell?

Merlin: um, well-

Leon: don’t be mean. maybe he’s shy

Percival: idk, Lancelot said Merlin usually sings to himself when he’s stressed

Merlin: He told you about that? Snake.

Gwaine: if anyone is a snake it’s you for holding out on us

- Thus began the months of tormenting Merlin to sing to them. They cracked him one by one. Gwaine first. Elyan second. Percival third. Then Leon.... Arthur he remained pretty stubborn with for a long time.

- In the end, Arthur catches him by accident while Merlin is brushing out the horses.

- He snuck by the stables everyday for a week afterwards to listen.

- Merlin is often one of those people who can sing along with birds like a disney princess. Sometimes he’ll chill by the window while some birds sing with him and they entire castle is entranced.

- Leon asked Merlin if he wanted to be a bard at any point and Merlin was just... so offended. So affronted. So upset. Sing for NOBLES?! What? Was he supposed to prance around and tell tales of Arthur’s victories? He thinks not. Ha! As if. If he was a bard then he would sing of how much a prat Arthur was.

- ....you can see where I’m going with this lol. Gwaine obviously jumps on this opportunity and every so often they come up with a song about how much of a prat Arthur is. Eventually they teach it to all of the knights and when it is a patrol with just the round table they’ll all sing it together while Arthur steams in the corner.

- Merlin also sings at all of their graves... Every year.

Things cats were right about all along:

Fuck staying hydrated by drinking enough water - eat! more! wet! food! (watermelon, cucumbers, SOUP!)

Feels great to be really high up in your house where you can see the whole place (loft bed loft bed loft bed loft bed!)

Express yourself as clearly as possible when people are touching you and you don't want them to.

Optional, but you can also express yourself clearly when your people are not touching you and you want them to.

Sometimes it's important to just go "hmm. actually, I don't care" and wander off.

You don't have to be the strongest or toughest to defend yourself, it's enough to just be difficult enough to not be worth the trouble.

Ghosts will eventually leave if you stare at them for long enough.

There’s a reason these people are fucking stupid and proud of it.

I genuinely wonder what Merlin would b like if watched through strictly heterosexual eyes, not reading any gay subtext, loving Arwen, and thinking Arthur and Merlin were just Good Bros™️

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