#medea / interactions

[nioumin-draw]

Okay let’s be clear on some point guys ….

I’m not sorry at all for that and I love ocs interaction you can’t change my mind !!!

Here my Hogwart legacy Slytherin oc and mc Medea Pharmak (friend of Sebastian and Anne Sallow )

meeting @traceyc-uk mc the fifth year student

Sorry about her behavior she is very harsh and mean toward people …she cherish pureblood supremacy like her father and Professor Black ( who are long dated friends btw )

[actual-haise]

You have no idea how much I was waiting for this interlude to be translated I could take them

[medeaodair]

"It's only been a day and everything's a mess," she muttered, plastering herself to Miller's back and throwing her arms over his shoulders. "Everything's so messy."

@millerbrick

[thesovereignsring-if]

If I can't have what I want... I don't want it at all.

Medea

Loving is such a sweet sorrow.

[mvndrvke]

@whinedarksea gets a starter! ft. medea

The groves of her aunt's island are her home now. Medea spends little time with the nymphs on Circe's island, choosing instead to wander in solitude. The presence of Odysseus' men is not a welcome one, and the once elusive witch becomes even more so as they remain.

Medea finds her usual spot occupied, Odysseus leaning against the tree she'd planted years ago for her sons. She knew he would wander here eventually. It's the best place for solitude; the grief hangs heavy in the air in this place.

"I planted that tree with these very hands for my sons," she says, walking closer to Odysseus with her hands clasped behind her. "Not a single plant within this grove receives more devout attention, and yet its fruit remains bitter with guilt." She touches the bark, feeling it rough beneath her fingertips. "I have felt the guilt you carry. You will not find the peace you search for on the shores of Ithaca."

[libraryleopard]

kaos having a somewhat mad libs approach to character relationships means i am now forming an agenda for some exceptionally random wlw romances. circe/medusa and medea/atalanta are on the docket right now.

[bidokja]

HELENA I LOVE YOUUUUU

[mizuki-nikki]

u gotta be kidding me 🥹 they frickin turned this webtoon into a game!!

[nicisversion]

↷   ✧   𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙾𝙼 𝙳𝙸𝙰𝙻𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂,   @everdawn​​: ( cade & medea )   “ you look better in my clothes than i do. ”

a grin escaped the raven haired girls lips while she put on the jacket cade just threw her way. “ well considering i look good in anything that's not that hard. ” medea wasn't usually that vain but she knew it would annoy cade so she couldn't hold back the comment. to be fair it was a nice jean jacket and she felt really comfortable in it, so obviously she made plans in her mind already on how to steal it from him without him ever noticing it missing. “ i guess i have to take a look into you closet now to make sure the only things inside are the ones that fit you better than me. ”

[lumiinousbeingsold]

tag drop - comics pt. 3

[medeaodair]

Fool's Gold - she was aware of the concept. Vaguely, but still. One shot glass with alcohol, one with ether, one with something harmless. Perhaps this did serve as the something stronger she'd just asked for. "You know what, yeah. Let's play Fool's Gold."

Everett polished off his own drink as Medea polished off hers, thinking that their sorrows tonight were similar -- regrets for the tributes from their districts. When she suggested something stronger, he said, "Nano showed me a game, Fool's Gold. We could play it, you up for that?"

[medeaodair]

He'd shown up late.

There was nothing fashional about it, and there was no pretense needed when it was so obvious what was going on. Smith was dead. Gone. Nothing to be salvaged now. Mason was still alive, and he would have to stay alive for anything at all to be alright.

For the entire hour, Medea had anxiously waited. Gnawed on the skin around her nails, had a few more drinks than she maybe should've had. As a whole, by the time he did show up, her heart was in her throat and her stomach a bottomless pit.

Miller walked into the ballroom and Medea's gaze found his form downright instantaneously. The alcohol had significantly lowered her inhibitions, and this time, she didn't hesitate to approach him. She'd already left him alone after Smith had died. Until he told her to get lost, she would try to distract him as best as she could.

"A drink or a dance, what's it gonna be?"

@millerbrick

[mvndrvke]

tag drop; please ignore

[nicisversion]

“ i pictured you with other girls in love then threw up on the street. ”

@everdawn sent 🎁 ( cade & medea )

[medeaodair]

Despite the situation, despite herself, a small grin appeared on her lips as the image materialized in her mind. "Oh, to shove a stupid Capitolite off a dock," she sighed, the comment made under her breath, for Merielle's ears only. Her gaze softened immediately after, lips pressing to a tight line. Medea let out another breath, more sorrowful this time. Even setting aside the fact that looking at the Arena wasn't easy for Merielle, it was no less hard to have lost both tributes. Medea stepped forward, moving to pull the woman into a hug. "My evening is going. Period," she snorted, cheek smushed against Merielle's shoulder and words a little muffled. "Could be better. Could be worse."

Her phone had been turned off and stashed in her bag when she saw the announcement, the flood of notifications wasn't necessary or helpful, and it being on wouldn't change anything. She was content in sipping at her drink and smiling, playing the part still, but her jaw clenched as Medea ordered her own drink. She turned to smile at her at the mention of the dock parties, though the smile didn't quite reach her eyes, "Oh, the dock parties are unrivaled, I don't think the Capitolites would have any idea what to do there. They'd end up in the water for sure." She nodded at the question, taking another sip of her drink, "I've directed any interested sponsors towards mentors with tributes that are still," she took a deep breath to steady herself, "still in the running. How is your evening going? Enjoying it?"

[medeaodair]

"Link Cache," Medea conjured up a smile. "I have a favor to ask of you." They had discussed this at the ball, but Medea wanted to start this off differently. Not on the note that Link had been an afterthought, which she had not, but that she was just like any other victor she had asked this of before. She pulled out a card from behind her back, littered in signatures.

@linkcache