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The Witch's Labyrinth Meme

(by nature, this meme will contain spoilers for Puella Magi Madoka Magica)

THE WITCH'S LABYRINTH MEME

Your character has a reaching a breaking point of personal anguish. Their very soul has turned inside out, into a monster representing sorrowful exaggerations of themselves, that dwells in a realm of surreal space twisted to reflect them. The people tagging in? They're trapped in that space, populated by lesser minions, the innately hostile labyrinth.. and, of course, the evil Witch your character has become.

Witches, to give more information are basically eldritch abominations that are based off of aspects of the person they're created from. Things like their wants, the people that they care for, whatever has highly emotional value - it's all perverted into aspects of the Witch and its Labyrinth.

How does this work?
Just because they're called 'Witches' doesn't mean you can only tag with girls. For the purpose of this meme, this works regardless of gender.
Post with your character with name & fandom in the header, AND:
Preferably, at least provide a small blurb of information about the witch that character has turned into, and what the labyrinth around them is like.
Go tag into other people who have done the same, and--
Have fun!

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[the labyrinth is a strange combination of a high Renaissance castle and an underwater torture chamber. high vaulted chambers house massive aquariums and the shadowy figures writhing in pain inside them. there's complete silence aside from an unsettling and unintelligible whispering that pervades every inch of the maze.

at the center lies the Witch that was formerly Rozia, a writhing screeching mass of impossible tentacles and eyes and beaks that hurt the eyes to look at for more than a few moments. it undulates atop a massive throne splattered in various hues of blood, although the crown it seems to covet is nowhere to be seen.]

[ Redglare might be new to this whole 'magical girl' thing, but she's certainly not planning to hold back. Now that she's finally found the Witch - and it wasn't easy, there's a reason that landdwellers stay on land - she's tucked into an alcove, quietly observing and wondering to herself if this counts as regicide.

Although given the circumstances, she's sure that no court would convict her. ]

Any last words? [ She calls out from somewhere in the shadows. Hey, she has a passion for drama.]

Edited 2012-07-30 01:47 (UTC)

[the Witch screeches at the intrusion, a high-pitched keening sound that cracks the glass on one of the aquariums nearby. it's not pleased to have company, it seems.

almost as if called by their master, the familiars materialize from the darkness. shadowy figures still writhing and splitting in pain, occasionally sprouting tentacles of their own, they slide along the walls and ceiling searching out the magi in their midst.]

[this labyrinth looks like a small child drew its rendition of a jungle in watercolor - the shapes of the trees and background are simplistic and lacking in realism as well as occasionally bleeding into whiteness at the edges. even the noises seem like something taken out of a movie, all stock lion roars and monkey screeches.

the Witch at the center doesn't seem to be particularly interested in any intruders - it's busy scrawling hearts all over the white spots in her world, humanoid form falling onto all forms more often than not and moving in an animalistic fashion. its face is completely covered by a white mask with cat ears, completely blank save for a :33 face scrawled on it in green paint]

[Her labyrinth? One odd mixture of shadows and light, in the image of a beautiful woman carrying a torch in the middle of a space in black and white. The "walls" look frail and crystal-like, as if it'd break in any moment; in contrast, the torch looks ruby-red and is surrounding by lines or runes floating in the air, forming names and words that are almost impossible to read unless you know how to decode the runes. (And are you sure you want to adquire that knowledge, anyway...?)

The witch in in the middle, on her knees, praying silently and nonstop. She seems to be listless, not aknowledging any change in her church-like surroundings... save for the shadow beings surrounding her like loyal hounds around a hunter, waiting for anyone to approach their mistress.

What will you do now, huh? There's almost no way out once you get into a witch's labyrinth, but you can try. No whether it will work or not, nobody knows.]

Edited 2012-07-26 16:05 (UTC)

[Could this be a memory, some dream...? Sayaka's bewildered by the familiar sight of this Labyrinth, and her guard is much lower than it should be as she takes a step toward the Witch.

She'd won this fight before, so how - had a familiar escaped?!]

[Whether this is the original Elsa or one of the Sebastians who managed to get away and grow into a witch, it doesn't matter. And whether she has noticed or not the familiar intruder, it's hard to tell at first. She's completely immobile as always, her prayer going steady as if this was just a breeze...

But considering how the Sebastians are raising at the intruder, it seems this isn't the case. They're most cautious than the last time, however; instead of attacking directly they start sliding towards her, like vipers scouting their surroundings to catch the first mouse on sight, ready to start attacking Sayaka whenever it's needed.]

[This labyrinth is plastered with pages from comic books, all depicting super heroes or heroes of sorts. The walls are high and a twisted, humanoid figure stands on top of a tall pillar. It wears a theater mask with a grin on it.

Around the pedestal are cut outs of people dancing around the pillar, appearing to worship it. Currently the witch appears to be very passive. As long as his servants continue to worship him he's fine. None of the familiars will attack, so long as someone doesn't draw their attention to them. But the longer the person stays in the barrier the more they may feel they need to worship this witch and stay forever.]

Edited 2012-07-26 19:23 (UTC)

[ 'Notice me.'

'Please notice me.'

'Let me be enough.'

The strange runes only get more twisted in their pleading, so maybe it's better if they're left unread. Corridors like cramped, cramped slum alleys, decorated with one-time Turtle's Paradise flyers defaced into 'AM I YOUR HERO NOW?', lead to an unassuming yellow truck at an otherwise dead end. Get in the back, or climb in to try to use it, and it whisks away to a child's crayon scribbling of a starry night, the dotted stars vibrating violently against the patchy black. Unlike the rest of the labyrinth, the space for the witch is rather expansive. A water tower looms far overhead with a toy soldier and his toy sword sitting on the ledge, precariously leaned forward as if it could pitch off at any moment...

...Actually, that sword looks kind of real. And far out of scale to the doll. ]

[Her Labyrinth looks like an observatory at first glance. The roof is made of stars, lighting up the night sky. Too many stars to count, but one stands out in particular.It's a large dance hall, with doric columns and reflective floors. A large number of people are dancing, but they're all wearing masks. If you look hard enough, it's possible to spot a rag-tag bunch among the crowd, along with a dog, but these are the monsters that will attack any strangers the most-viciously. The witch can be found dancing among the people, in the center. She's wearing the biggest, most ornate mask of all.]

[ She's still new to this game of Witch-hunting, having little idea what she's gotten herself into beyond that there are witches hurting people and someone needs to stop them and she's doing good and gotten herself a nice little bonus for agreeing to do so.

But mostly, that someone needs to stop these Witches hurting people. She edges out on the dance floor cautiously, trying not to draw attention to herself... but though her puella magi uniform is very nice-looking, if she says so herself, she's unmasked. ]

[Please...]

[The dancers don't stop, but they do turn to look at the magi. The first opponent appears; a mannequin, dressed in red. The mannequin's outfit is a little lopsided as she wheels forward, attacking with a red ribbon.]

[ There is no sky here, just a framework of flowers intertwining to form hallways. Their sheer beauty could make this labyrinth paradisical... if it wasn't for the thorny vines reaching out for unsuspecting passers-by to trip up, catch, and cut.

Fight up and through them enough and you'll burst through the broken floor of a church. But then there are the ribbons winding their own way around limbs, attempting to catch and snare for their mother-witch's distorted pleas:

'Don't leave me all alone again.

Stay a while!

I'll cherish you always... and never let you go...'

And the laughter that follows sounds like broken chimes. ]

Edited 2012-07-27 02:29 (UTC)

[It's her third week as this, but the moves are all too familiar. How many Hedge-begotten years had she spent as a Fae's play soldier? How many were wasted as something good only to march and clash? And then came the creature. Bargains are bargains, and in the end, Ildi damned herself again for the chance to taste freedom.]

[So this... This is familiarity to her. Parry and cross, block and riposte. The thorns don't bother her. (Kyubey told her that she could block the pain. And so Ildi does.) Ribbons are sliced to bits.]

[And a woman in dark green armor cuts her way through the labyrinth.]

Oi! Show yourself, you Witch!

[It's like a mad scientist's lair, fun for the whole family! The steel walls are sparsely decorated, and all the doors open automatically when the Puelle Magi approaches.]

[Nobody will take you seriously looking like that!]

[Don't you want the adults to respect you!]

[Come! Let's let the operation begin!]

[The witch in the center looks like it's wearing some sort of oversized labcoat, laughing malevolently.]

Edited 2012-07-27 02:32 (UTC)

[ Minatsuki hates hospitals. This one is especially bad, not least because it's oppressively welcoming.

When she reaches the centre, she's already prepared to attack - but suddenly, she hesitates. The Witch is talking to her. She - it - was waiting for her. No, wait, that can't be -

Operation? What operation? Her mind flashes to the scar running across her chest, and she freezes.

She's not scared of Witches. But this particular Witch might yet be able to finish her off. ]

Edited 2012-07-30 01:19 (UTC)

[Everything is made out of stained glass, the walls, the familiars, even part of the witch herself. For the most part, the labyrinth shows ugly, distorted drawings of religious imagery, but filled with demons and blood. The witch's chamber looks like the interior of a cathedral, crosses and candles filling the space. There's so many candles around that you'd think the place would be all lit up with bright lights but no... the light is dull and gray, darkening the holy place.

The witch stands in the back, hovering over the altar. Familiars abound in the room, but they seem frightened. If one of them dares to approach the witch, they would immediately get killed by her.

The witch... she doesn't even realize she's lost herself in despair yet. She still think she's human, still thinks she's doing the right thing...]

Edited 2012-07-27 03:57 (UTC)

[Valvatorez had somehow gotten caught in the Labyrinth's pull, being dragged in from the normal world. Though he possessed no soul gem and was no Madoka, he still possessed his demon powers, which let him progress through this... strange dungeon.

The decor was pure stained glass... dark, difficult to navigate, but oddly breathtaking. Valvatorez navigated the dungeon, slaying the familiars who threatened him in any way, using excessive force when necessary. Now, he finally came upon two very large glass doors, with some of the most ornate, and frankly disturbing imagery of all: humans being shredded alive by demons; demons more horrific than many the Netherworld possessed, shapeless, formless Lovecraftian creatures mixed with the common demons in religious texts.

...It was just downright tacky.

Valvatorez threw open the doors with a dramatic flourish, stepping into the cathedral of glass boldly and without hesitation.]

Ah ha! You there! You must be the final boss of this secret bonus level!

[The witch simply raised her head, oddly not moving. Was she not seeing Valvatorez as a threat? Or was she oddly mistaking him for an ally in slaying witches? In any case, she wasn't moving.

Her familiars however...

Bizarre, child-like familiars shot up from behind the pews, immediately rushing towards the intruder. Crosses also start coming out of the ground, ominously looming over the vampire.]

[The stained glass familiars and crosses do nothing to frighten Valvatorez. In fact, the crosses attempting to intimidate him just bring a smug smile to his face.

As the stained glass familiars rush in close, Valvatorez releases a quick burst of energy around him, which acts like a black hole, sucking in all the foes who dared to get close.]

Let darkness reign...

[With a bunch of the familiars, and probably some of the crosses too, sucked into the dark vortex, spears of red energy lance into them one at a time in rapid succession. After dozens of these lances pierce through the enemy, he releases them and reappears in the cathedral, staring down any others who remain. The look in his red eyes dared them to attack.]

[Using darkness against beings born from said darkness and despair... cute. Oh it does kill off plenty of familiars, but it could be so much more efficient.

And while the regular familiars look somewhat terrified of Valvatorez, the witch looks extremely pleased. More cross familiars come out but this time they begin to attack. The regular familiars simply rush to Valvatorez again, but the crosses use this distraction to shoot out... something. It looks like string but it is a million times stronger.

The witch loves strong people Valvatorez... they are the only people worthwhile to keep around...]

[Valvatorez simply scoffs when the ground-bound familiars recklessly charge at him again. This time he draws his sword and Blade Rushes through the group, shattering many of them in a single slice.

However, Valvatorez hadn't anticipated an attack quite like the ones the crosses threw at him. He more initially thought that they were simply there in a vain attempt to turn him. But the string that gets launched proves difficult for him to dodge, with one of the crosses sucessfully wrapping a shot around one of his arms.]

[Turning? Well, that's not completely wrong... He may not have noticed due to the sheer amount of familiars and more pressing matters, but there are plenty of other crosses, half melted into the stained glass walls. On these crosses you can see tied up corpses, some more skeletal than others, but all mostly women. The stained glass above them, it's not random imagery, they all tell the tales of those brave magical girls and humans who fought back against the witch.

The weak she eats, the strong remain forever in her cathedral, honored as heroes and martyrs in this great fight against witches.

Won't you join her, Valvatorez?

... though the crosses think you have no choice. The cross that managed to connect with it's string immediately began to pull the vampire at great speed, already shooting more strings to tie up it's victim to itself. The only good side to all of this is that the rest of the cross familiars back off.]

[Suddenly all of it comes together. Oh, this is bad. Very bad. Val barely has time to think before those other strings are nearly upon him. So what does he do?]

[What any Vampire worth their cape does. Turn into a swarm of goddamn bats to escape the cross's grip. The swarm of bats flits around the room before swooping in to barrage some cross familiars... and then coming together to form a giant fanged maw that crushes them.

The bats then quickly dive back to the ground and form back into the demon vampire.]

Do not think your "prize" will be as easy to claim as the others.

[But this makes the prize even sweeter! Strangely, the witch finally started moving closer to the vampire but still isn't attacking... in fact she seems very pleased that you are killing the familiars. And speaking of familiars, congrats, you've managed to defeat most of them. Oh, there will be more, but they need to be recreated/get here from the rest of the barrier first. The few child familiars left are cowering in a corner, while the rest of the crosses are eerily silent.

They are used to magical girl which have limited magical powers... not crazy overpowered demons. They don't understand why you aren't dead right now... and considering their limited intelligence, they probably will never get it.]

[Valvatorez's gaze travels between the remaining crosses, all strangely inert. Preparing an ambush? Perhaps.

Nevertheless, he then focuses on the witch heading his way... partially made of stained glass as well, its strange, unnatural form did not betray aggression. Yet. In fact, she seemed almost welcoming of him in some horrific fashion. No doubt she was the one behind this world. He did not move from his spot... but kept a firm grip on his blade.]

...You seem a little too happy with my actions. Most bosses would be furious at the trouncing I gave your little minions.

[The witch lost most of it's human resonning, thought processes and intelligence. Valvatorez's words fell of deaf ears. You'll have to settle with watching a child familiar running towards the witch, almost pleading, only for her squash it with what can be assumed to be her foot. Minions? They are witch familiars?! Why would they be her minions?

And yet, when the crosses decide to all toss their strings at the vampire from all angles in an attempt to block all escape, she doesn't seem to step up to defend him either.

At least you seem to be a true hero, most of those who have gotten this far end up showing their true colors by attacking her.

Perhaps the runes written on the wall would help to understand, but no one can read the magical language. More and more words are appearing though, as if she was trying to communicate her feelings.]

I promised to be strong for him.

I'll be the strongest.

So I'll kill all of my enemies.

That will not work again!

[Valvatorez is prepared for the crosses this time. When he sees them shoot, he spins around, his sword aglow with green light. With a single swing of his blade, a massive green swath of energy cuts through the incoming strings, and no doubt catching some of the crosses in its path too.

The sweeping, impressive attack leaves Valvatorez unscathed, giving him time to read the runes.]

[He studies the runes in the glass wall nearby, keeping an eye on any of the crosses he may have missed, though. Those things were persistent.]

A promise? To be strong... I see.

And just who are your enemies?

[ This labyrinth is a mess. It's made up of long, green corridors, with plants growing out of the walls. Don't get too close - they're hungry. From time to time the walls shake violently, scattering debris around the place, sometimes even blocking off corridors. Hummingbirds serve as minions, flitting to and fro and constantly chattering amongst themselves in hushed tones.

The centre of the labyrinth is a circular dome, surrounded by glass on all sides. A bell jar? Inside, as might be expected, is a single, gigantic flower. Blood drips down through the closed petals and onto the floor. The applause rises into a crescendo as the glass lifts and the flower's petals drop off, one by one. Inside the flower, the Witch that used to be Minatsuki is waiting, a seething mass of bloody, whip-like hair.]

"Y-you wouldn't hit a girl, right?" [ She cackles, taking the offense.]

Edited 2012-07-30 01:20 (UTC)

[ The labyrinth is burning. Thick clouds of smoke obscure any signs of a path. In places, there is no path at all, only great pits filled with flame.

If the Puella Magi is lucky enough to make it through all of that, they might notice that the air smells of chlorine. Scraps of paper - newsprint, faded photographs, medical reports - are falling from the ceiling, already half-burned to ash.

The Witch himself lies suspended in the air, some 40 feet up. He's covered in white feathers, so he looks almost bird-like. He's maulting in his sleep - feathers drift down from above, turning from white to black as they near the ground, finally dissolving into sticky pools of what looks like blood.

If you want to fight this guy, you'll have to wake him up first. ]

Edited 2012-07-30 01:36 (UTC)

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The Witch's Labyrinth Meme

Rozia Lalonde | Homestuck AU

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Nepeta Leijon | Homestuck

Elsa Maria | Puella Magi Madoka Magica

wow i can't not reply to this with sayaka

oh, mai. let's do this, then.

Cross Blanchard/Original character

Cloud Strife ☄ Final Fantasy VII

Estelle/Tales of Vesperia/OTA

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Aerith Gainsborough ✿ Final Fantasy VII

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Prier: La Pucelle|Disgaea

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You did not just call my barrier TACKY!

I DID, MADAM. WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO BOUT IT.

I'M GONNA TURN YOU INTO STAINED GLASS YOU LITTLE PUNK!

YOUR PLAN SHALL FAIL. THROUGH THE POWER OF SARDINES.

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Minatsuki Takami ☓ Deadman Wonderland

Kazuaki Nanaki | Hatoful Boyfriend