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@medusx
#MEDUSX — Tash presents Marvel’s MEDUSALITH AMAQUELIN / QUEEN OF THE INHUMANS. Friends focussed & plot-driven. est 2013 rebooted 2026
exploring the universe & your place within it / duty vs desire / found family / sacrificing yourself for others / a higher purpose / misplaced motherhood / self - condemnation
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Medusa by Matteo Scalera
A brow rises, slight, yet in a sense seemingly exaggerated for a conqueror as iron as he, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. In the grand scheme of things, it was an empty gesture. History would show that the Inhumans, despite everything, despite the intervention of the Gods Themselves, would endure. Always starving, always striving, but always being.
But she did not know that. And it was the thought that counted. The sacrifice. The desperation.
"You would do this? Sacrifice your people's future just to save your son's soul?" Strength of a mother. Bonds of love. No greater prison.
"Tell me, beloved queen, is it only love that motivates you so-- Or is there something else? Something more?" He stays put, letting the queen come as close as she wished, if she ever posed any danger he had multitudes of safeguards in place. Time, as ever, was on his side.
"After all, your husband has betrayed you, acted behind your back, against your wishes. You sit on a throne-- was it ever made for you? Do your people see you for you, or as the mouth of a Silent King?" His smile grows, head tilted in genuine inquisitiveness. They were all in prisons of titles. King, queen, mother, father, ruler, conqueror. Was there ever room for I in such things? Could someone selfless, be selfish?
"To betray someone who has seldom cared for you is hardly betrayal at all, no? Keep talking, you have my attention."
Such insinuations bore offence, his words cutting her through like ice. How could he know such intimate details of her marriage, of her life -- was he simply bluffing? Or did his reach truly know no bounds?
Worse yet, had Ahura shared these secrets with his new master?
It took all her will to focus her hair to its relaxed & natural state of movement, a calm ocean wave, rolling behind her, as she stopped over an arms' length before him. Far enough out of his reach, but not completely out of hers. She had no intention of fighting today, no intention of revealing her true anger but his words made it increasingly difficult. Medusa listened with clenched jaw, using all of her energy to keep her hair from revealing to extent of her emotions.
"My people are resilient. We shall yet find other means of prolonging our way of life. There are not enough Crystals left to sustain us for much longer, besides."
Perhaps she should not be telling him all of this. Perhaps Karnak would have spun a better tale of deceit. Perhaps Gorgon would have fought his way through to Ahura. Perhaps Maximus would have schemed up some grand treachery. But there was only Medusa: reluctant Queen, submissive wife, selfless woman. Well no longer -- she would have her son, finally, after all these years being obedient. Begging Blackagar for the one thing he never gave her, the only thing she ever wanted.
"In this instance, I cannot speak for my people's opinions of me. Some speak of admiration, others speak of disappointment... most are loyal. But I do know this, Kang: they would rather have me sat upon the throne than Black Bolt."
New Attilan was flourishing, despite it all. Despite the absence of its King (in spite of it). Despite the fighting & prejudice & heartaches. They were safe, because of her actions. She would see her son safe, now, too.
"You think this an act of betrayal?" she asks, emerald eyes staring back in disbelief. Perhaps men like him only saw things this way -- an eye for an eye, so to speak. What did Kang the Conqueror know about love & heartbreak? Of putting your entire people before yourself & your needs? What did he know of sacrifice? "This is justice, Conqueror. The life my boy is owed, the life I am owed. This is not some petty marriage squabble, this is my son's life. & you will not have it."
Giulia Farnese + looking down.
Giulia Farnese (Season 1)
Giulia Farnese → [¼] Outfits
@medusx // "don't apologize."
"Why not?!" Though his demeanor is still, collected, there's a haunted, almost wild look in his eyes as he looks up at the regal woman. Most people would be cowed in the presence of the Inhuman matriarch, but not Julian Keller. Not after the things they'd been through together, not after the way she'd softened after thrusting the onerous task of cleaning up his own mess. Seeming to notice the sharp tone of his voice, Julian lowered his gaze, down to his hands where they rested on his knees as he sat across from her. "Why not?" he asked again, his voice softer. "I hurt so many people. I know it wasn't my fault but… I can't help feeling responsible anyway."
He was half right. Getting infected by the M-Pox had not been his fault - it was Black Bolt, the insane plan to expose the entire human genome to the Terrigen Mists, creating a new generation and save the Inhuman race. What happened instead is deaths innumerable, some from the outcome of Terrigenesis itself and others, so many others, from the plague which mutated to be deadly specifically to the mutant population. He'd wanted someone to take responsibility, he'd wanted someone to care -- he'd been dying, half-mad, losing control of phenomenally powerful telekinesis which he'd only recently had unlocked from its natural boundaries… he'd leveled part of a city before they'd managed to get him under control.
And when he awoke, sore and terrified in a New Attilan hospital, it was to the Queen herself tending to him, dabbing his brow with a cool cloth. Everybody knew the Queen of the Inhumans had a bug in her animated hair over mutants, but other than a certain haughtiness (that eerily reminded him of a certain white Queen…) she was… kind. Stern, yes, but there was a deep sorrow in the green eyes that spoke to him. Kept the arguments to a minimum when she demanded, once he was hale, that he assist in the recovery of those he'd hurt in his rampage. If it weren't for her, he'd be a totally different man, on a totally different path.
The blue of his eyes is illuminated beneath the harsh fluorescent hospital lights, twinkling with anguish & guilt & pain that she easily recognises. They are mirrored in her own, every night, when she dresses herself for bed. When she lays sleepless upon in, lamenting the lives lost, the paths forward blockaded by unimaginable wreckage, disasters, enemies that wore the faces of friends. Of loved ones.
The Terrans were right about the eyes: they are the windows to the soul.
She had come to bid her farewells. Before her abdication speech, her pilgrimage home to the Moon, her last hope of returning to her full health. This planet that bore them, gave them refuge, friends & family. This planet that should have been their future had been her death sentence. With its pollution born of greed & need & power. She would no longer be a part of it. She no longer could be. Paled by the endless fighting, barrage after barrage of assaults against her dwindling people. Heart as heavy with loss as her lungs now were of pollution. Everything she had done & rebuilt in the shadow of her husbands’ wreckage… seemingly for naught.
“I understand.” is all she can say. & she does. Her husband’s actions & decisions had caused countless others’ harm. Families torn apart, lives forever changed, allies turned enemies.
But in the ashes of this wreckage they were all born anew. Those that survived came together, formed unbreakable bonds — lives had changed. His & hers. Perhaps, not for the worst. He had done such incredible work, saved countless others, aided those in need. People like Julian… they made the weight a little more bearable.
“You were not in your right mind. Infected with the M-Pox virus, on the brink of death — you wanted it all to mean something, I understand.” Ulysses, poor Ulysses… he had only wanted to help, to do the right thing, & he had paid the ultimate price for the Avengers’ greed.
“You have paid your dues, Julian Keller, tenfold. The damage you dealt, the lives you endangered — you have aided double, triple, those numbers now.”
Medusa moved closer, placing a delicate, gloved hand upon the young boy’s shoulder. “I am so very proud of you.”
Lotte Verbeek as Giulia Farnese.
Giulia Farnese + Close up (season 1)
When one had lived as long as he had, things often grew...dull. Human minds were not meant to endure so long, after all. There came a point where the cyclical nature became all too apparent.
Alexander, after all, had wept once there were no more words to conquer.
What was Kang? An idea? A force? A student's thesis taken to its most extreme? A weapon made, sharpened, by itself, for itself, against itself. Time's very own jester, made to dance for its amusement. How many times could he find himself, shed himself, make himself anew?
Exhaustion clung so deep to his bones.
"Enslavement." He hums at that, hands clasped together, slow and steady steps taken back and forth as he pondered the queen's words. "What do you get the man who has everything? Who has done everything?" Theoretical question, of course, but he lets it hang in the air all the same.
"Your husband, the great king, Blackagar Boltagon, came to me with something rarer than any treasure-- The element of surprise. For him to offer his child so, the desperation and helplessness that must have lead him to my feet. There aren't many things that pique my curiosity in such a way."
"Your son is fine, by the way. Perhaps, in time, he will grow up to be a great general, maybe even a king. Perhaps he will try to usurp me and take on my mantle. Perhaps he will become a healer. Ah, the unbound potential of one so young." That, he smiles at. He smiles at the potential timelines, the avenues; He smiles at the king's foolishness, his shortsightedness; He smiles at the complication at the heart of the royal family. A house build on weak foundations...
"I appreciate your candor, and as such I will return it with honesty of mine own. What would the great Queen of the Inhumans offer in return for her son? Show me your imagination. Interest me."
The great conquerer’s words frighten & insult her both. Desperation & helplessness had lead their people to this moment in time — backed into a corner by the Mad Titan, urged into the dirt upon hands & knees by their King, with only her left to help the fallen back to their feet. This was never meant to be her role. She was never meant to decide anything, only decipher.
All her choice had been taken away the moment when her parents told her she would one day marry Blackagar. Now she was burdened by choice, by questions without answers & no one to look upon for them.
Heart seized at the mention of Ahura, jaw clenched, navel tightened. She would see for herself, set her own eyes upon him after all this time. To remove the last image of him that burned behind her eyelids & haunted her dreams. The fright upon his face, their last embrace, watching him as she sent him through the door Eldrac had summoned for him: thinking she was sending him to safety.
She had sent him to his doom.
The thought of her own precious son taking Kang’s place sent a chill down her spine, his strange & maniacal smile causing the ends of her living hair to recoil inward. How could Black Bolt leave their son to this mad man? She knew her King held little love for the boy, but she had hoped his love for her would have kept Ahura safe.
Such games he plays for his own amusement. Medusa can only imagine what sort of trials Kang has put her boy through. What can she offer him in return? She cannot give him the throne. She would give him Maximus if only she knew where to find him… There is only one thing she can think of that would interest him, one thing that their people have kept secret, hidden & safe since the beginning of their time in the universe. The source of their incredible & unique powers — their sacred Terrigen.
But Blackagar had destroyed it all…
There were whispers & rumours of a hidden cache within the palace walls. So far their searches had been fruitless, but what else could she do? What else could she offer? There was nothing to offer except herself in her son’s place — she would not sacrifice another, she would not become a ruler like her husband, with no regard for the wants of others.
“I would offer the equivalent of what Ahura’s life is worth.” she told him, finding courage to speak sternly, taking a few, careful strides toward him. “Each of us is unique, our gifts bestowed upon us by the Terrigen Mists. The caste system was abolished in Attilan because you cannot put a value on the gifts of any individual.”
The Council had made a mistake when they decreed her son too dangerous to live. Her husband had been mistaken in agreeing with them. She had been wrong in allowing it all to happen. It was not the circumstances of his lineage that defined Ahura, it was the circumstances of his upbringing. They were mistaken in treating him like any other denizen.
“I, however, can.”
They were mistaken in forgetting the strength of a mother’s love.
“I will give you what is as precious & rare as my son — I will give you the last remnants of our sacred Terrigen Crystals.”
Medusa would doom the future of their people for a chance to spent the rest of hers with her boy.
unfortunately if you are a young man with blue eyes & black hair you are being forgiven immediately no trial
Giulia Farnese » season 1; episode 1
❛ i do hope you know how loved you are. ❜
FLUFFY STARTERS // accepting
Love was an odd topic for Medusa. Treated more as a commodity than a concept. Something to bargain with, to exchange, to take advantage of. Love was a great many things, & this Queen has felt every single iteration of it.
She had felt it blossom between two shy children, promised to one another by their parents. Felt it grow into a bright & beautiful flower. Felt that flower turn to thorn & thistle.
The blind, loyal love of the people for the Queen they do not truly know. The instantaneous & unconditional love of the life she brought into this world. Not knowing where to put it when the source was ripped from her arms.
Love. Love is a weakness. Love is a blight. Love drives others to wage wars against the people they love. To love something is to fear its loss — to love something is to doom yourself. But when you do have it… it makes all the suffering worth it.
Though Medusa can hardly remember when all this love had stopped bringing her solace. She longed to feel it again, instead of all this pain. Of course dear Alison needn’t worry herself with all this.
“Sometimes the love does feel a little… hollow. Given too freely, because the people believe they must love me because I lead them…”
Medusa cannot fathom that the people love her because of all she sacrifices for them.
@medusx 𝗔𝗦𝗞𝗘𝗗: "Being gentle doesn't come easy to you, does it?"
ᡕᠵデᡁ᠊╾━ ┈⌯⁍𖦏 He stills, eyes sliding to her direction as a cigarette hangs limply in scarred mouth. The city is as quiet as it dares to be while he's off leash. He is slinking around like an escaped PITDOG. Pupils focus on her, both predator and prey, though unsure of his ROLE in the conversation.
❝ I'm not in the mood to be psychoanalyzed by a stranger. ❞ He gruff at her. Gaze narrowing as he's too struck to move from his spot. He was not a GENTLE creature. He possessed no SOFTNESS in his form. It was a language he couldn't speak.
Medusa cannot say what struck her into engaging with this stranger, but she seemed compelled to reach out, to try. His posture not dissimilar to a wounded dog. It is not in her nature to turn a blind eye to the suffering of others…
“I apologise — a bad habit of mine.”
…though of course if the young man preferred his solitude, she would oblige him. But she has been in his position, her own suffering being turned away from. Without others to lean upon, you learn to take solace within the confines of the darkness.
“I only meant to ask if you needed aid. If it was my mistake I shall take my leave — I did not mean to offend.”
as a closet yearner, it’s nice being back here
