what if medusa was a real woman. i mean: what if the woman with snakes in her hair was once a tiny girl with beautiful braids in her black hair.
what if the stories came from her smooth hands. when she was six she could make pottery that looked like flowers blooming in your palms. could carefully create replicas of any plant she saw.
and medusa was smart. ran from home, tucked up her hair so it looked short, made herself into a little boy. besides, they liked pretty boys. medusa at school with top grades, sending her unknowable stares at the other men. because the whole time she’s learning the planes of their faces, the way they look while they’re thinking, the slight twist of their hand that meant they were lying.
medusa going home to sketch every little figure. comes to school in the morning with her hands caked in pottery clay. medusa learns. scrubs dirt on her face to mimic their planes. tilts her head the right way when she’s thinking. doesn’t twist her hand when she’s lying.
in her back yard, a little garden grows. statues of ceramic boys only three feet tall. at first, she can’t quite get the faces right. men are not the same as plants. there is something weird about the proportions she uses. medusa frowns.
she starts making animals instead for a bit, annoyed and disheartened. she’d always just been naturally good at it, and the fact she couldn’t just make something felt as if she’d lost her gift.
she makes cats and dogs and her neighbor’s birds and keeps going.
the snake wasn’t her favorite. he just wouldn’t leave her alone, so she gave up and let him sleep on her in the cold nights. besides, he was a small garden snake, couldn’t even bite her hard, just wanted a place of warmth. she let him rest on the angles of her shoulders, right near her neck, even if he sometimes forgot and held her too hard. that was okay. when she was little, she forgot too, sometimes, and shattered the slim walls of her pottery. the snake had a lot of growing up to do.
she loved no one. not because she was cold-hearted. just because it wasn’t something she wanted. she was busy with her artwork.
she chose an apprenticeship under a master craftsman. his sculptures made her breath stop. she was careful in the workshop, kept her things simple, kept her mouth shut. he called her stupid often. she would duck her head. sometimes she would make mistakes on purpose. all the while he only made sculptures of men. said there was no beauty in women. often made savage remarks about those they saw in the market.
and all the while, she watched him. she watched him and she went home and sketched. this is how his hands were when he made a vine. this is how they were when shaping a nose.
and her back yard garden would grow. little boys became her master, over and over and over, until she could get his jaw right. ceramic became sculpture.
he was who took her to athena’s temple. who shouted at her about how beautiful the statues were against her own. every week he’d come back and shame her. asked how the women there were smarter than the man she was supposed to be. medusa ducked her head and grit her teeth.
in her back yard, she made them. she made every god and goddess she’d seen in the city. her favorite was athena. she ached over her features. had spent so long in the world of men, was blinded by the beauty of women.
it was a black night. and medusa thought her master had left the temple before her. she loosened all the bindings that kept her from breathing. took her hair out. worshiped in peace. placed on athena’s alter a small and beautiful thing. the goddess, head tilted, thinking.
when he found medusa, what made him angry was not her small frame. it was the statute. a delicate thing. much better than the ones he had ever made.
he took it and snapped it in half. threw it deep in the temple’s well to rot. pulled her by her hair. demanded to know where it had come from.
medusa, angry, tired of hiding, tired of late nights and being a boy and pretending: medusa, athena-mad, spat on him. “I did it,” her voice is strong and full of hatred, “A woman made something better than a man could.”
He meant to kill her. To bash her head into the temple steps, claim it was an accident - or better yet, the spite of a god made flesh.
when he grabs her hair, the goddess bites back. athena, patron of creators, patron of the arts, patron of girls and those who are smart - she turns medusa’s hair into snakes.
it is a quick little thing, darts out and draws blood, almost falls from her hair as a result. she catches the creature and runs, runs until she feels numb.
and what if - while her master is making up a story about poseidon and athena’s rage, explaining medusa’s back yard full of frozen men as being evidence of her evilness - what if medusa finds friends in blind women. and they teach her how to feel what she is seeing. how to use her hands with her eyes closed to make maps of whatever she holds. she starts with plants again. her snake is big now, and has babies. she moves on to their little wiggling forms, amused when they make tiny rings around her fingers. she does not live in a cave. she dresses as a man again, goes to market, sells her roses and vines and beautiful (simple) things. buys herself and the women a nice house out beyond all the noise of it. fills their garden with frozen men.
when the men come to kill her - because now her name is known, it is whispered, sticks in the throat - they don’t find her. they find a tall man who tells them: look in the mountains. when they don’t come back, it’s no fault of medusa’s. frankly, she thinks they should have brought more supplies than their swords into the deep woods. she’s not cruel. when they leave, she makes a statue of them, as her version of a memorial.
but one man is not like the others. he finds her with her hair down, humming, dancing around a marble stone. her snakes are warming in the sun.
medusa? he asks her. it’s a name she hasn’t heard in a long while.
she is tired of being hunted. she just wants to make art. she waits for the sword point. but he hesitates. looks at her full in her face.
strikes a bargain. if she makes him a head for his shield, he will tell the others that she is good and dead. and he will sell her art to better patrons when he could - although he suggests at least hiding the signature she has with maybe a little less snake-like scrawl - he would make her name known.
but medusa knows men. knows they will chomp down on a horror story faster than that of the artist. she is already permanent. she says: no, here’s what happens.
after many months, he has his shield. she wouldn’t let him leave with the first nine hundred versions, always found something wrong with them. he grows fond of her in this time, agrees to her terms. even he can’t really look at the shield head-on. she has captured a scream, a rage, too much. it is so utterly human and at once not that it makes his skin crawl.
where medusa’s blood drops, serpents sprawl. or at least, that’s the code she uses. when he finds little girls who can make art, he sends them to her.
medusa does not expect to be known for the school that she starts. she is a women artist in a time of men, and her name is already dead to them. but i know medusa. i know her. she is known for her work.
after all, who can speak about medusa without mentioning how she froze the world?
I knew I loved you , for you made simple things beautiful. Anything I did with you felt like a masterpiece. Every love song was now crystal clear. And merely looking at you feels like staring into a galaxy. From gentle kisses to grocery shopping; loving you is art. Each conversation is another grasp of poetry. It is indeed true. Simplicity is life’s best ; ever since I loved you.
Yes cats. There is a reason you see practitioners throughout the ages paired with cats. Firstly they are good soft affectionate pets. Secondly they are quite possibly the most powerful race of beings you will likely encounter.
There are some beings so old, so ancient, that they predate things like men and magic. Beings of such age and power that they are completely immune to the arcane. Beings like Felis Domesticus, the common house cat.
House cats are a powerful eldritch sink. Scholars have pointed out that they are aware of the arcane, but consider it completely mundane like a human considering a strong wind or beautiful cloud. This goes beyond simple things like spellwork. Cats are completely unburdened by thing like birth and death. Most house cats barely even notice that they die, and continue going about their normal cat business from beyond the veil. They have also been known to tire of this, and manifest completely new bodies through manipulation of a force unknown to modern practitioners.
This, incidentally, makes them the ideal companion for a practitioner. Cats cannot be damaged by dangerous spells, pass completely through volatile wards, and are incapable of interrupting delicate ritual magics (aside from physically batting candles over and things like that).
You never know how old a cat might be. The oldest ones know things. Good luck getting them to tell you though.
honestly life is so beautiful and i feel like so often we take advantage of it and just go through the day never noticing the most simple, beautiful things that surround us. we are surrounded by people who are so flawed and yet so beautifully human. we are surrounded by oceans and forests and rivers and mountains and volcanoes and places so filled with life that it seems endless. we are all under a sky that is filled with changing colors and stars and planets and the sun and the moon. we are constantly surrounded by beauty and yet we constantly ignore it. look around you. there is still good. there is good in laughter and smiles and kindness and sunsets and rain and oceans. so don’t give up, there is so much good for you to take in. there is so much that is still left for you.
so like anyway park jinwoo is the most beautiful man i’ve ever seen in my life and i mean in it in multiple ways and levels like ok he doesn’t exactly suit popular beauty standards but he has the most beautiful and comforting smile i’ve ever seen and his teeth aren’t perfectly straight but they suit him so well and when he smiles really really big and it’s Real he gets those super cute like dimple wrinkles all around and they’re SO cute and make me smile so big!!!!!!!! then his EYES !!! he doesn’t have double eyelids or anything but they’re so beautiful i love them so much the shape is so pretty and they’re small and cute and when he smiles they turn into the cUTEST crescent moons!!!!!!!!!!!! then he has this Big Nose that i LOVE DEARLY and he has cute lil ears and freaking don’t even get me STARTED on all of his GORGEOUS FRECKLES especially the one on his chin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it’s so freakin pretty like all of his “imperfections” just make him 1000000x more beautiful to me!!!!! then his bod oh bOY u put him in a sweatshirt (which he LOVES!!) and lose jeans and his gargantuan sneaks that he’s obsessed with and he looks like a MOUSE!!!!!! he looks so freaking precious !!!!!!!! but he also looks so freaking boyfriend i want to wrap him up in a pancake and eat him up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and then throw in a SNAPBACK ?!!!??! HE A FULL COURSE MEAL + SNACKS !!!!!!!!!!!!!! but thEN u throw him in a tank top and holy frick!!!!!!!! he’s like macho man!!! he’s SO broad and built!! but then has the slimmest waist like holy frick when will i ever!!!! the best part is is he is H E A L T H Y!!!!! u can tell he’s eating and treating his body SO well. he is constantly telling the other members and aroha to eat well, and to not go on bad diets!!! transitioning to how freaking stunning he is on the inside ………man …where do i even begin…………he has the heart of gold. his heart is GINORMOUS too. he would do absolutely anything for his members and fans and family. he’s an incredible leader, he lets the members do whatever embarrassing crap saying “aight i’ll just take the blame” like ???) KING !!!!!!!!!! he’s so passionate abt his work, u can see it in his eyes that he loves 100% what he’s doing. everything makes him cry; he’s so freaking soft !!!!!! he’s so touched by aroha and astro and everything beautiful. he has a passion for photography and the beauty in simple things. he sees the beauty in all of the sky, the earth, his members, himself. he’s not super confident in his looks but he pushes himself TO be. he tells himself every day that’s he’s handsome!! and he’s RIGHT!!! hes so kindhearted and warm. he probably gives the BEST hugs and cuddles. and he’s not boring either!!!!! it’s rly hard to find someone so sweet and kind but FUNNy and entertaining!! he’s such a dork and isn’t afraid to show it ,,holy frick frack pally wack dally dack ding dong do i love park freaking jinwoo