#medu rambles

[solaetis-moved-blog]

CASTER (MEDEA) HEADCANON AND PORTRAYAL SUMMARY DUMP

Just a rundown of all the myth & canon interpretations I follow! I do not stick with one version alone. I mix them and take what for me makes the most sense for the character of Medea that I know of.

For Fate/Stay Night roleplayers, I can write her in any route. I will go along the with the route of your muse 'cause I'm flexible like that. I can play her at any canon point in Fate/Hollow Ataraxia as well.

For Fate/Grand Order roleplayers, all routes in Fate/Stay Night are sort of canon for my Medea. This doesn't mean all of it happened to this specific incarnation, just that she has recollections of all the events that transpired during the fifth war including the bad endings.

More info below!

She learned Magecraft through the Moon Goddess Hecate and from her aunt the Goddess Circe, who was also a disciple of Hecate.

She was very close to Circe and respects and admires her in great amounts and was always her ideal vision of a true witch.

Medea, in truth, is not really a witch. She is skilled in Magecraft, but it did not make her one. Her title as a witch is only granted to her as an attempt to berate and demean her for having magic powers.

She was cursed by Aphrodite to fall in love with Jason under Hera’s orders.

She was very to devoted to the Greek Gods despite not being Greek herself which earned her a place in Elysium where she was said to have eventually married Achilles. She has no memories of her life in Elysium as a Servant.

Medea is Colchian and not Greek. This makes her an Asian woman. 

She has utmost respect towards Heracles for the time she spent with him and the Argonauts. He also gave her a place to stay when she had nowhere else to go in exchange of healing Hera's curse upon him.

Because Medea was not Greek, she was often shunned, if not envied, by those around her. After Jason, there was nowhere she could return to. There was no place left that will accept her.

Theseus was with the Argonauts, but he was young at that time and Medea did not recognize him when they met once again, this time in Athens and she became Aegeus' wife.

Aegeus didn't know that Theseus was his son and wanted him dead for his powers were a threat to Aegeus' position as a King. For Medea, who bore him a son, Aegeus learning Theseus' birth right was a threat to her son Medus.

Medea tried to poison Theseus after he returned successful in his quest to capture the Marathonian Bull. But Aegeus' realized that Theseus was his son due to his sword and sandals and knocked back the cup of poisoned wine. Medea fled afterwards with Medus.

There is no consistent depiction of how Medea's life has ended, so I have mixed some interpretations I've read.

When Medea fled Athens, her son Medus was exiled and he returned to Colchis only to find out that King Aeetes was murdered by his brother.

Medus was then captured by King Perses so that there was no one who could challenge his claim to the throne. Medea, having heard this, returned to Colchis to free her son. She deceived Perses and made Medus the King. She died of old age, grieving still.

My Medea did not kill her children. The Corinthians killed her children, but because she found the bodies first and have been caught by Jason holding them, she was accused of their murder.

Her Fate incarnation knows that she killed them to hurt Jason as a result of her lore being bastardized, but she has no recollections of doing so. She simply believes this because it's what's installed in her Spirit Origin.

Her hatred is not restricted to Jason alone, but towards the world who had betrayed her without an end. Still, majority of her agony is a product of his actions.

My interpretation of Medea is heavily focused on this. It plays a huge role in how I write her, so she's not as chill as she is in canon.

Medea's hatred towards Aphrodite and Jason is clear.

Being told that she was coerced to fall in love with Jason mocks her for it was the only thing she had left of value. She also believes it takes away the responsibility behind the cruel acts she made because of her love for him.

If Medea has to acknowledge that she fell in love with Jason because of Aphrodite, that would mean that she cannot take responsibility for her crimes. So she does not, for she knows to herself that she committed vile acts of her own volition.

Her acknowledging her crimes and knowing it is wrong is her only proof that her love for Jason was real and not manipulated through celestial means. She did them because she wanted to be useful and she truthfully loved him.

My Medea despises Berserker!Heracles because his existence disrespects the hero that he used to be. She thinks he is nothing but a pile of muscle with a face and wants nothing to do with him.

She doesn't acknowledge Jason, Achilles & Perseus as heroes.

She dislikes socializing with men in general, especially the handsome, cunning and eloquent ones. She has learned first hand that sophisticated men aren't to be trusted.

I'm a slut for Medea/Kuzuki, Medea/Women & Medea/Respectful Master. 

She helped Jason steal the Golden Fleece in exchange of him agreeing to marry her and he did.

She left Colchis with the Argonauts alongside her brother Apsyrtus, which she cut to pieces and scattered his flesh into the seas to delay the pursuit of her father King Aeetes.

Medea's room in Chaldea is dark and brooding with no signs of modern technology. Even her door can only be opened by dispelling the field that surrounds it. She has various skeleton pets inside of her room that she uses to help her in certain activities such as Myrmekes as cleaners, Alectryon as an alarm clock, Crows for water fetching etc.

Medea named her skeleton creatures after her family members from Colchis as a way to help her cope with the fact that she can never return to them anymore. So when she returns to her room, it signifies "coming home". This is why she considers her room sacred. Should one be given the permission to enter her room in Chaldea, know that it is a heightened level of intimacy for her. Invading it, however, is a high grade insult and thoroughly offensive. She will hate you for it.

Medea makes tea brews that she only shares to a few people. Each are named after certain ties she had in life such as Golden Fleece, Argonautica etc. They range in hundreds that she displays on a large cabinet.

In Fate verse, Atalante was indeed with the Argonauts, making Medea and Atalante the only women to ride the Argo Ship. They've had a very genuine friendship, but parted ways afterwards, Whether or not Atalante retained her respect to Medea when things went downhill is unknown.

SOME RANDOM RAMBLINGS

since erika and i are talking about it... remember when i said that medea's wish is to go home? and her idea of going home is simply not returning to specifically to colchis but to possibly revert the life she had when she decided to leave so medea's idea of "going home" is returning to the time wherein she was still princess of colchis and she never left. if she never left, her relationship with her family will not be compromised. she would have avoided a large scale of tragedy. medea dies as an ambitionless old woman in my interpretation. she had spent her remaining dies waking up, sleeping, monotonously doing her everyday routine. in her every revenge completed, a part of her dies, and she has died completely when everything was over and done with. she wants to use the grail for that. to return to the time where she was most content with herself. as a servant she's incarnated with her hatred of the world being her only pillar to keep on going. medea wants to be a normal person so she's desperate for the grail.

if i have to explain medea's feelings towards aphrodite, eros and hera it's really all too simple? she lamented that they have had a hand in her suffering but medea knows the workings of the gods and there's no law which states that they have to be fair in the first place. one man would wish something from the gods, and another would wish for something which opposes the other. it's always a matter of having to choose who deserves their assistance more and medea accepted that the three favored jason more because he prayed to them the same way hecate, circe and zeus favored her because her prayers for them were stronger and they were medea's revered gods. so yes, medea hates being a tool for gods' entertainment, but not to the point wherein she'd kill one because she still respects them to some degree

#h: caster (medea)

[kendrene]

Medusa

I saw this tumblr post a couple days ago, where someone theorized Athena didn’t give Medusa her famous stone-turning stare out of envy, but rather female solidarity. 

There are several myths surrounding this figure, depending on what greek author you decide to read - one states that Athena punished Medusa because she dared to fornicate within one of her temples - another pretty famous version says Athena was jealous of Medusa’s beauty. 

But the most interesting version is the one in which it is stated that Medusa was raped. I am sure that because the Olympian mythology is recounted by men (like so much of our history) they wrote it in that Athena punished Medusa on the temple desecration. But I believe Athena to be far more cunning than that - possibly because she could not go against Poseidon who was Zeus’ brother (ah nepotism) she found a way to protect Medusa, and make sure no man would ever touch her without consent again. But what if her gaze had only effect on those who had hurt her? Namely men? 

Because I cannot shake this headcanon now, of Medusa’s soft girlfriend (perhaps a girl the Gorgon saved from the same horrible fate that had befallen her) 

And anyway, what gives with this representation of anything snake being the epitome of evil? In anything older than the Bible, they represent fertility, or guardianship but then BOOM, shit went down. So what if the myths of Medus we know today is a distorted one, corrupted by the association of snakes with the devil? 

I don’t know - this is just me rambling about nothing. I hope an anthropologist reads this and sends help.

#medusa #greek mythology #dren rambles #snakes

[liljaspie]

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Mentions of mental illness

Language

Murder, Grief, Death

" Who Are You ? "

÷ S T A R T ÷

Like every other sad story this one starts in the middle of a rainstorm. Tear filled eyes and people with lumps in their throats. All dressed in black with heads bowed and eyes shielded from the sight of the coffin. Amidst all of that grief and sorrow, a song was heard.

The song was light and calming with a bubbly tune. It made the mourners look up and around one by one to see who could be playing something so joyous on such a sad, sad day.

No one could find the source, but the song quieted, didn't silence, but it quieted against the heavy sound of the rain. As hours passed people began to walk away, the music had still yet to fade. No, the music didn't stop until there was only one person left standing. A woman with dark skin, dark clothes, and dark eyes.

The song came to an abrupt stop as a dark figure walked into view. A person dressed in black with their hood up and a bundle of flowers in their pale hands. It was, of all people, the person responsible for the mans death. They had wanted to wait until everyone had left. The lingering shadow of one last mourner went unnoticed until it was too late.

"Who are you?" The invisible woman had choked out. Lost her brother and she felt she was soon to be with him.

"Damon," The reaper of the dead mans fate spoke like there was a bundle of rocks tumbling in their voice box.

"DeSantis?" A hesitant question, the masked gunman. The getaway driver, the cop, the thief, and the dealer.

"Yes."

"What are you doing here?"

"You know what. You've heard him say my name a thousand times. You were there, you saw what happened."

"What, have you come to take me from them too?" The woman spoke almost begging for it to be true.

"No." Damon spoke in an even more broken tone. "I'm here to lay my brother to rest." They squatted down and leaned forward just enough for their head to thud against the casket. They were waiting to bury it, they'd arranged for the gravekeeper to bury it once they'd all left.

"He was my brother."

"He was mine too, I've ran from cops, gotten high, even overdosed with him." The tired murder looked back up at the girl. "He was my everything. This fucked up world took him away."

"You shot him."

Pupils dilated and eyes filled with tears. The memory flashed like the lightning overhead. The screams echoed in Damons ears with the gunshot, the thud, and the thunder that brought them back down to earth. "He wasn't supposed to die."

The girls brow furrowed and her eyes narrowed onto the criminal in front of her. "Is that your excuse?!" She roared her words, angry, unforgiving, cruel for the first time in her life.

"No. I don't have an excuse. I killed him, I killed him and it's all my fucking fault, because it was my gun, it was my car, my drugs, and my fucking fear that put him in this casket." Damon wiped their tears. "I couldn't let him shoot the cop. It would've ruined his life.. I didn't.. I didn't know the safety wasn't on.." Anxious ramblings of someone needing something to blame other than themself.

"Stand up." The girl spoke with a firm tone commanding the other to their feet.

"What?" A shaking question with shaking hands and a failing voice.

"Stand up." Restated with half the steel of the last.

Damon stood on shaking legs and weak limbs as they looked at the other. They expected the onslaught of hits and slaps that came but didn't count on the other to stop so soon. The mourner had leaned into the theifs chest and dampened their shirt with her tears. The need to comfort was instant, but the guilt dragged an anchor through their heart.

"I'm sorry." They sighed. "But I know sorry isn't enough."

The womans shoulders shook as she wept. They quaked and churned like a rising tide that gave way to the storm that was her grief.

Jasper sat on the wooden mahogany table in their livingroom and stared at Medu. They watched the girl walk around, lighter, happier, it was hard to believe they were the same girl.

It was harder to believe Medu never recognized them. Although they'd changed a lot in the past two years, since that day at least. They wear less leather and more cotton, their hair is no longer platinum blonde, it's black. New tattoos, new deodorants and colognes, new piercings. Less confidence.

Medu had changed too, less skin tight clothes and makeup. Less kind eyes and naive thoughts. More taekwondo and jiu jitsu classes, more mace, more pocket knives and lighters. She used to be carefree, optimistic, at the death of her brother she hardened. She learned to protect herself because there was no longer a big strong brother to hide behind.

Jasper knew that the new Medu wouldn't have let them leave the cemetery. They knew their friend and roommate would've left only with them in cuffs and black bruises.. If at all.

"Coffee?" Medu asked looking over at Jasper with a light in her eyes that Jasper just didn't deserve.

"Sure," A kind dimpled smile in return.

"Do you want to stop by that new korean place after class?"

"Yeah, I heard it's pretty good."

The conversation went on as it always did. Smoothly, the two could talk for hours about nothing. It made a chain tug at Jaspers neck, they didn't deserve this, or her, at all. They deserved a prison cell in place of freedom and love from one of their victims.

To Medu Jasper had been a godsend in a time of need. Desperation, or depression had lead them right to eachother. A want ad for a roommate. Medu wasn't working as much.. She spent all her time sleeping, or moping.

At first the other seemed to be a cruel person. Dressed in black with scars and scowls in place of a heart but that changed. It changed with the flecks of recognition and the unspoken debt the thief owed. To Medu, a new protector. To Jasper, someone they owed a life, a loved one.

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