liar, liar!

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( masochisticsadist. )

❝Dogs are better than cats. Not starting an argument, simply stating facts.❞

❛ That’s a fact? Because I’m pretty sure that a chihuahua will never best a lion, ❜ The witch jests; daringly like a snake as she always had whilst keeping her distance, bold but never a fool as she speaks out against ‘ the God-Killer ’ as Medusa twists the woman’s words to get under skin. ❛ Certainly, that’s a fact too, or would I happen to be wrong? ❜

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❛ You should know it’s dangerous to cross a witch, ❜ Detectives—such loathsome, pitiful creatures. They were like a modern day breed of inquisitors... they were just too inquisitive for their own good, always prying to create their conclusions ( whether they were good or bad didn’t matter ) and interfere with what they believed was their business. It was a nuisance that Medusa, the Snake Witch, had already lived & dealt with once which had clearly and rather unfortunately survived to bother her so many centuries later. A detective’s existence was no more than a symptom of the hypocritical reign of the concept known as Order... and the newest of their ilk was no exception.

She was young; nowhere near as young as the youth she had to deal with, but the way she carried herself had fittingly contradicted the girl’s appearance—she was, as they were called, a child-woman. A creature wiser beyond her years as she walked around like an adult, already certain that she’d known nothing but she could know everything inevitably, even the witch’s own sins. It was neither ignorance nor arrogance which she embodied, but deference. It was the definition of an incorruptible intellect, the very antithesis to the poison she secretes.

It was this contrary nature to her that she despised.

❛ Pray tell, are you that eager to die perhaps? ❜

@kyoukokiwigiri​

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❛ My, my—— ❜ The witch arcs back as these words slip out; she is not unlike a snake as she stands there, belying her true, venomous nature under a ( obviously ) feint concern whilst growing keen & keener for the moment to strike. She does this and more as she waits, driving this poison called hatred deeper as the witch stood and held her tongue and her words. Her reason? As shallow and vain as could be. Medusa had no ulterior motive nor an aim in mind as she played this out, goading this evil of hers out with the simplest of vexes to conjure... all to rile up this girl who did not have a patient bone in her body.

This young, rebellious girl who’s very existence only just became interesting.

❛ Agitated, aren’t we? Does someone have anger issues, maybe? Or perhaps I touched a nerve? Heh. Well, whatever the case, did nobody tell you that you shouldn’t raise your hand against your elders—especially when they offer to ‘ lend ’ their hand and ‘ help out ’ such a troubled soul as yourself. After all, it’s like I said, we can both see that ‘ outfit ’ is nothing but bad for you. ❜

@vcgabcnd​

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slithers back in here.

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❛ Ah, Spirit! Heavens, you startled me...! ❜

Oh, look who it is! If there had ever been a man that could make Medusa shudder, perhaps even dread seeing—that honor would have to go to Spirit. Even Death would be preferable than a second mingling with this lecher more concerned with eyeing the way the witch’s body curves beneath this dress than buy her lies and leave like a responsible adult... and to think he of all people would be a Death Scythe too? Medusa was this close to forsaking out of this skin of hers and killing the man where he stood.

But that all depends on whether he tries to reach up her legs again...

❛ Please, tell me you actually have something wrong   with you this time besides a ‘crippling emptiness   deep inside your heart’ because I’m a nurse, not   a psychiatrist.  ❜

@scythiing

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❛ Get up. ❜

Crona—that was the name of a thing that didn’t deserve the pleasure of having one. The mere regard of It soured every note, poisoning every syllable before Medusa even spoke let alone giving a command. Just looking at It had almost made the witch lurch forward and puke as disappointment turned to a clear, crippling disdain. Medusa couldn’t stand It, how It looked, how It breathed as It slept...  absolutely disgusting. The fact It had the gall to dream ( probably of a life without her, who sacrificed for It more than anyone would ) was positively sickening. It didn’t deserve happiness, not after how unhappy It made her. The witch couldn’t even hide the want to kill It, as even her breath turned as venomous as the glare that hung over It, rattling all kinds of curses that would never be muttered nor could—her poison stayed by one simple fact.

The simple nature of being a mother.

Medusa hated that she had to sacrifice for It constantly. She had given up time best spent researching to give birth to It, she relinquished all other plans to temper It into the perfect child, she even renounced her body twice to give It the opportunity to strike on It’s own. But, time and again she was met with only more disappointment. It was so damn needy—constantly wanting more from her, demanding her like any other brat to give that which she could not give. It wanted pathetic things, like friends, normalcy... even love. It didn’t appreciate what she did as It’s mother, It did not want to be strong, It did not desire the power she gave It by turning It’s blood black! It even went as far as shun the gratitude that the witch placed in her child when she hoped for It to become like the Kishin... denying the opportunity to change this demanding world by plunging it into madness and It instead freed it from fear.

To think her own flesh and blood could be any more disappointing...

❛ ——wake up, Crona. ❜

@witheringecho

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looks like xkit breaks again. which means i’m not doing replies til it’s fixed. gonna work on the starters i need to get to instead while i wait.

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epiivoulos:

Ah thou ungrateful wretch! says he, is that venomous, ill nature of yours to be satisfied with nothing less but the ruin of thy preserver!                                   (art credit)

independent, selective medusa gorgon. written by niko.

[bewitchingcat-deactivated201907]

      “Ruuude. See, this is why everybody hates you.” She’s pouting now, “If you don’t care, then why are you here talking to me?”

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❛ You are loud and annoying, that’s why. ❜

       Clearly, an award-winning personality right here.

❛ Tch. I wonder, how can anyone put up with such   obnoxious creatures like you? ❜

[bewitchingcat-deactivated201907]

       “This is so boring.” siiiiigh.

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❛ Do you want me to kill you then? Because I could   care less about how you feel, cat. ❜

       Really winning points with people.

[reblogthings]

Introduce your muse!

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name:   Medusa Gorgon. age:   way older than 800. height:  5′ 7″. eye color:   Gold. hair color:    Copper Blonde. sexual orientation:   Really doesn’t give a fuck. species:   Witch. nationality:   Greek. positive weaknesses:   Enjoys some good ol’ Philosophy & Science. Also, trolling Maka. allergies:   People being happy. People being content. People who are goody two-shoes. fears:   Failure. how sickly they are:   Physically and mentally in perfect health, totally fucked morally. how often do they hurt themselves:  She has willingly died twice, you tell me. relationship status:   Married. To science! (and completely crazy)

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A dream—indeed, that’s what this was... or rather, what it seemed to be. Rarely, would fantasy surprise the witch, but as is all things that deal within the realm of dreams, it was evident much more was going on. It was dreamlike, but not quite... a surreal image in every corner that just screamed make-believe, but with far too much personality and touch in it’s design? No one would ever mistake it for a real dream. A low hiss came out of the woman’s mouth. The witch turned and she was truly intrigued, but now with the puppeteer that lay somewhere rather than this puppet world before her, wanting to know it’s purpose.

❛ ——what is this? ❜

@dreamair

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❛ If I didn’t know any better, I’d have bought the look. ❜

The snake witch played the liar many times before. Throughout the ages, she snaked about like a devil disguised among men whispering the sweet nothings that threw them from paradise and into this cruel, unforgiving world to begin with. The kind of nothings that made men kill each other for the lies they bought so eagerly. Medusa had done this many times—many, many times, and she had gotten good at playing the fool, the lover, the mother, the believer... all of these roles and more the witch has played. So, from the outside looking in, it was amusing nonetheless to see another liar try the same trickery she had done time and again in fooling one who has already mastered the art of deception.

❛ It’s an impressive, if rather basic deception—pretending   to be meek when in truth you are but a wolf in sheep’s   clothing. It would fool even a clever man, but we aren’t   like men now are we? ❜

@engorege

[psythe]

     “Don’t pull it off–I need it. To do stuff.”

     –like walking, running, and fighting. Maka stretched out her leg without complaint, the shocks of pain nothing in comparison to the gentle & relentless throbbing that came from her wound. Was her leg really going to be okay? The bruise didn’t look that bad in the light. It was as though there wasn’t even blood in the first place. It was as though she could be sent off with gauze over some antibiotics. Maka’s figure glowed in crimson-orange light–if only someone could see her, now, how lovely the light bounced off plastic hospital curtains onto her warm back.

     “Can you see it where it’s all bruised & black? It’s pretty dark where you are.”

     Ms. Medusa was a little more than a Blanche–she needn’t a streetcar to bring her to her goal. Maka liked that. Ms. Medusa wasn’t the kind of person who needed to hide from the light for fear of imperfections and facades of sweetness. There was not a wrinkle on her face, actually. Maybe it’s makeup, the meister wouldn’t know. Papa seemed to like her a lot–it’s because she’s pretty and smart. Inhale, exhale. Her bruise pulsed off beat to her heart, slow & even–like the molecules of tempered chocolate snapping together, bit by bit, solidifying its hard husk. Like chocolate, agonizingly crisp in its sheen and obvious in its newness. Even Maka thought that a chocolate analogy was weird.

     Her stomach growled, lowly. Chocolate sounds awfully nice about now. “Hehe–it’s been a day.”

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❛ I doubt I need to do anything that drastic. Just ease up   and I’ll be done before you know it! ❜

Warm to the touch—Medusa’s hand softly caressed the meister’s leg, trailing along the bruise with such scrutiny. It felt like a touch that only a mother would know if you were to describe the feeling. Simply put, it invited the mind to ease back and relax. Shame it was all a lie though. Beneath that falsehood of warmth was a cold-blooded creature, only toying with her prey as she eagerly awaited the time to strike. And with Maka? It was easy game leading this girl along with the fantasy she made. 

You see, the black blood was doing it’s job, and so much more than that—because really, there was nothing wrong with Maka’s leg ( well, besides what you see of-course ) as the witch’s fingers felt around. Not a single broken bone nor a wound shy of the surface existed. The black blood had formed a shield around everything that was in danger of being hurt and simply hardened to absorb all the kinetic energy to the point of shrugging it off completely. It was absolutely no surprise that the impact did more damage to the car than it did to Maka. Pain in truth was no more than an illusion, a lingering thought that poisoned the stability of a sound mind & body... and the black blood resonated with that thinking. It wouldn’t subside because she believed that pain existed where it hadn’t in the first place. A truly fascinating development to say the least.

And it was an opportunity that the witch could sink her teeth into.

❛ Hmm. This isn’t good. The patella—your kneecap,   seems to have taken quite a bit of the impact!   While the bone isn’t broken and doesn’t require   serious treatment right now, it will change if you put   any unnecessary pressure on it for the next few days. ❜

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gonna do a starter call!

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        ❛ Why are you so cruel, Nurse-sama ? Please don’t make me do P.E. What if I get hurt ?! Then I’d have another reason to stay here ! ❜

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❛ Those are the rules I’m afraid. I apologize for not being   able to help but my hands are tied in this matter. I can’t   just admit everyone who wants to skip class otherwise   I’d be in trouble. ❜

  Pathetic! This girl’s really going to cry over a stupid class of all things?!   You really do deserve to die... die, die die, die, die!

[psythe]

     “Ehe–maybe–a little bit.”

     She pushed the door a little more, letting it creak loudly as she stepped inside. Ah, the scent of cleanliness–and… the fragrant fruits left on the stool. “Let me guess–Papa? It’s definitely Papa. Only he can look at that ribbon and thinks it looks nice with those colors,” but it was charming and cute in it’s own gaudy way, Maka supposed.

     “… The lights don’t turn on in here until after 6:30, ever,”–and even if the lights were on, the sun’s sleepy rays would force their way through the large windows at the left anyways. Her bruise didn’t look that bad in this sort of lighting–she was tempted to leave & call it a day. If only it didn’t sting so bad. “My knee’s in better shape than the car I bashed earlier. Hehe. Can you fix it up for me, pretty please? And can you convince Lord Death to not be so mad at me?”–it was the car’s fault for swerving. She could have dodged, but, like, it was over before it even started. She sighed before limping over to pull out one of the comfy rolly-chairs.

     …Honestly, it seemed like regular routine at this point. Over & over again, injury to accident. It was as though she got in trouble on purpose to come in here–it’s definitely something that people do. She kicked her legs in the air gently, balancing herself on the unsteady, wheeled seat. Peridot eyes blinked, bright & blank, waiting for the Doctor to do her medical magic.

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❛ Yeah, your dad snuck in earlier while I was out of the   office real quick to fetch something that I left at my house.   He frightened me when he jumped out from behind the   curtains and tried his usual charm on me... but I sorta   accidentally cocked him in the chin when he did. Heh. ❜

A weak, unassuming laugh hides the utter contempt she has for that man. Spirit, if the witch had her way, she would punish that scoundrel a thousandfold until there was nothing left but his bones and her snakes gnawing at them—and she wasn’t really lying either. Medusa really didn’t appreciate his advances nor did she find the womanizing trash really to be all that attractive. To think he even managed to have a daughter with how frequently he shuffles from woman to woman...

But that’s something to deal with fully some other time, now it’s back to the matter at hand.

❛ Oh my, that really does sound serious! I can’t promise   anything if it requires any extensive treatment, but I’m   sure Lord Death will understand, even if it might mean   that you’ll skip a few days—a nurse can do only so   much! ❜

What a stupid girl, if only she knew. The black blood that now contaminated the meister ( and her weapon too ) was made of much sterner stuff than steel. The first tests that Medusa performed was to ensure the blood could withstand even the sheer limitlessness of human stupidity. There was nothing in this world that could match it’s potential nor it’s capacity for growth. It was the perfect offense, the perfect defense, the perfect everything when it is in the right hands. It needed to be after all if it was going to be the key to releasing the Kishin back into the world once more and plunge it all into the perfect chaos.

It is interesting, however, to see the blood flow strongly through a human instead of through a child of a Witch’s seed. Perhaps, through this little side project, the witch will finally achieve the perfection needed to topple the law decreed by Death and allow for the real experiment to begin!

❛ Alright, I’m going to need for you to pull out your leg so   I can feel for any internal damage. Okay? ❜