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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!
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!
Taken from here
63!Bruce Banner | Marvel Cinematic Universe | OTA
Labrynth will be sorted on an individual basis, but likely Bryce's inner demons are gonna be focusing around the Hulk and childhood abuse trauma]
Kyouraku Shunsui | Bleach
The bone garden witch with a longing nature. His barrier attracts those with unfulfilled desires. He longs to possess life, but anything that comes within his barrier turns to bone. His minions' duties are to constantly plant seeds, but nothing ever grows.
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[His labyrinth would be entirely black and white, with a ground made of a fine white ash. Gigantic skeletons (think whale skeletons or dinosaur rib-cages) would be everywhere, and his minions probably take the form of garden implements.
There is occasional chanting in the background, in an odd double voice, one high pitched and girlish and one low and androgynous. The words are hard to make out, but might be "Ich sehe meine geschiedenen Freunde, sie sammeln sich auf Lora, wie in den Tagen, die vorüber sind."]
Rikku | Final Fantasy X/X-2 |
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Her barrier attracts those who long for more than what they have and those who feel abandoned. Her labyrinth is a castle of large, iron stair cases that rotate via large cogs and gears suspended in the air within a desert. The stairs seem to go everywhere and nowhere, sometimes leading out to empty air and other times to rooms made of sand.
Her familiars take the form of tiny yellow birds and cacti that belch chains from their mouths, which they use to attempt to haul unsuspecting victims down beneath the sands to a subterranean room where the witch resides. Although she only means to keep them (forever and ever) to stave her own loneliness, inevitably her guests expire, needs unmet. For those actively seeking the witch, she can only be found once one gives up their search; only then will the proper set of stairs leading to the door to her inner lair appear.
Her form is that of a large, mechanical doll that possesses an exaggerated female figure. Her face appears to be a nightmarish melding of a girl's face to goggles and a scuba apparatus, and where her arms should be her body terminates to golden feathery wings. Her inner lair, or the center of her barrier, appears to be a large, glass cock pit, through which the sparkling blue ocean of a world that isn't earth can be seen. Her weapons manifest in the form of large knives, but she is a peaceful witch unconcerned/unaggressive unless one should try to steal one of her victims.
Mao | Disgaea 3 | OTA
He sits in the center of the labyrinth, guiding his realm from the controller in his hand. With it, he can change the world to a level that suits him, and turn it against any threats. While it normally exists to look like an echo of his old home, this is a form he will discard without a thought if threatened. His servants exist to love him and listen to him. If they are destroyed, he knows they never did, and does not mourn them. The only one he cares for is the giant black ogre that is always at his side, its yellow eyes seeing all threats to him.
Two aspects of the witch wander the domain. One will speak only lies, and lead intruders to their deaths. The other will speak the truth, and has pity for the intruders. If he finds them, he will try to lead them out, banishing them from the scientist's domain forevermore.
Zed | Wild Arms
His servants are blind, so that they cannot behold his true hideousness. They love him anyway, and fill the seats of the theater and applaud him as he performs for them. While his performances are undisturbed and his servants untouched, he is a peaceful witch. However, he cannot abide mirrors, as they show him for the hopeless wreck that he is. And he will not allow any who enter to leave before his endless act is done. His servants will try to tempt newcomers to a seat so that they can enjoy the show. Any who do sit down will never get up again - the servants will hold them down for as long as it takes for them to be still. And the witch, if looked directly on, is mesmerizing for how ugly he is. His true form is that of a metal monstrosity that can change to any form at will except a human one.
Mirrors will cut through the facade and show the way out.
Axel χ Kingdom Hearts χ OTA
The memory witch, wishing to reach all. He seeks to make sure that those who enter will see nothing again, think of nothing again, but that he existed.
His form is that of a barely human figure woven out of chains and locks, which bear eyes instead of keyholes.
The labyrinth itself is a factory, running with molten metal which defies the laws of physics in how it moves. Those caught here will likely have trouble navigating the maze of pipework and girders that makes up what constitutes its solid ground. It's incredibly hot, incredibly bright.
Around it, the witch's minions stoke furnaces, which belch steam and smoke. They forge chains that bind the witch himself to those he wishes to remember him.
(Young Lea wished to never be forgotten.)
Altalita Bastion | Immortal Seer OC | OTA
The barrier of her maze draws those who have been Touched By Fate. Those who have the ability to alter fate, and those who fight against their specific fate.
Her labyrinth is ridiculously simple in concept. It's a foggy storm. Hell, you can even see her in a cloak with a web of lighting arcing around her in patterns too precise to be random. She's still obviously female, and floating off of the ground.
However, go too far in the wrong direction, and she decides your Fate for you, by blocking your path with a wall of lightning, until you start to head in the right direction. There are no straight paths. There isn't an easy one. All winding, twisted, and shattered like cracks in glass, with the drifting soul in the center.
The lesser minions in the maze are shades of her previous lives, drifting throughout the maze and untouched by the lightning walls that form. While they're ghosts, they still have remains of their original personalities, though corrupted to the new purpose. Some of them drift in specific areas, acting as guardians with their own ability to fling lightning and elemental forces at their foes.
Others are more proactive. The most dangerous and distinct of them being a female Knight with a distinct sword of Ice and Flame.
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And her maze is cold. It draws those who deal with Death itself near. Either by being undead, or fighting the undead.
It's a tremendous cave system within a crater in what used to be a great, grassy plain. Now only death remains. Ice and cold chill any and all who enter this hell to their very bones. The caves wind, twist, arc, lead to frequent caved in dead-ends, and sharp drop offs that have little warning before they're actually seen.
Water rushes beneath all of this in ice cold rapids, diving down into them would be a terrible idea, as is obvious from the chunks of ice slamming into each other, anyone would be crushed.
The Lesser Minions of this maze are undead monsters ranging from simple Ghouls, to greater forms of unlife, such as various infected beasts, and even a skeletal dragon of ice if one takes the wrong turn down a particularly harsh tunnel.
The Knight herself is clad in black armor, with a very distinct helm, with holes seemingly cut out for her curving horns. And she kneels, with a similarly distinct blade in her hands, with the pointed end down into the ground. Almost in reverence. She is found once the tunnels look less like caves, and more like a fortress carved out of ice and metal.
Neither, of course, are the real artifacts. But they are the physical representations of the corruption that weighs heavily on the soul of the Draenei known as Adorazuran the Fallen.
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She loves everything, but nothing she loves can last. Her husbands lasted one night each, and her boots are made from the leather of their bodies come morning. Her dress is woven from the hair of her children, whom she embraced with her long, poisonous talons. She wears a crown of roses- dead, of course. Once they were red as blood, but even her blood has turned dark and dirty by now.
Some have mistaken her for Persephone, a beauty trapped in a realm of darkness. Indeed, her labyrinth looks much like the classical underworld, with none but the dead to share her company. They serve her and she loves them for it, even if her every caress causes more and more skin and bones to crumble.
Her realm attracts those who feel themselves losing control of their lives, losing everything, even control. The sickly, the brokenhearted, the destitute- she accepts and loves them all. She offers sweet release to them if they will accept it, and if not? Well then, they will simply fall apart anyway, though she may shed a tear.
Mary | Ib
there don't seem to be any familiars, but there is a pink toy box sitting in the house at the very center of the maze. it seems to need a key. there must be one here.
somewhere. ]
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Her first order of business was to examine the toy box and figure out that it required a key to unlock.]
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a few butterflies fly into the window of the house, knocking against the pane helplessly as if trying to get Ib's attention. ]
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a mannequin head
wide-eyed and staring even as it shatters on the floor. wrong move. ]
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Now to try a different room of the house, one that has a hiding spot.]
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possible exits are north, where the butterflies await. ]
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With her business finished there she heads where the butterflies are, curious about them.]
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the butterflies start to circle around Ib's head again, then head off in an entirely new direction. ]
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But if it's normal she will continue to follow the insects, having nowhere else to go.]
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