#madusa

[rybkart]

Doodled this at school today:3

Medusa Crowley, my beloved . And also Athena.

Gotta write that fic one day.

[joearlikelikeswrestling]

[maxgripd]

[wrathchvld]

heavyweight champion sting receiving his “prize” from madusa at clash of champions XVII

(moments before disaster)

[driedposies]

My Head of Pythons

Summary: A forgotten court of women.

Content warning: Forced marriages, implied sexual violence.

Word count: 1k

Notes: A small writing experiment.

The sun descends into its grave; Night Court is again at the height of its power. Where the rest of the world goes to sleep, those within the metropolis of Nightmares rouse. Like shadows, they tethered themselves to cobblestone walls and slink through downtown streets. 

Hewn City came to life at night. A haunted house of phantoms—bleak, hungry, vengeful.

Connected to the arteries and veins of this place was the castle heart. It was carved into the mountain itself. Gargoyles coiled at the gates, stone beasts nestled in fangs and claws as they devoured each other. Between them grew the only natural flora: flowing vines of jasmine and moonflowers and poisoned ivy.

If one were lucky enough, or ambitious enough, to make it inside, they’d be welcomed with spirals of polished ebony and tapestries of hideous figures—begging, revelling, fornicating. 

To receive an invitation to enter was a blessing, all would be made to believe. It would show status, that you had climbed above the desperate. 

But she knew better. 

She was fourteen when she first entered the Hewn City castle walls. A new gallery was opened for viewing the same month her father made an advantageous trade. His business in wines fermented with mirthroot made your family wealthy enough to brush shoulders with those of noble blood. 

Her mother silently stood by her father as he whispered in ears and sweetened his pockets. She was left to enjoy the art alone. 

There was a painting larger than she hung as a centrepiece. A woman with a head of pythons, her mouth hung open in a curdling scream, silenced by the man who tears his sword through her neck. Her body was depicted naked, back arched, splayed over a rock below her raised head. Erotic—males would mumble under their heavy breaths. Their female counterparts would press their lips together and bow their heads.   

She didn’t stop staring into the eyes of the angered, crying woman, even as her father laid a heavy hand on her shoulder. “You once asked me how you can help me,” her father would murmur into her ear, cold and unforgiving as the warrior who raised the female’s head. “You can help me now, daughter.”

The woman with the head of pythons became her mirror, while her father sharpened the sword later given to the male who promised to become her new keeper. 

In the opulent drawing room, the flickering faelights cast a warm glow over the unfolding precession. The man she was to marry was called Abernathy—an Earl with coffers made of gold. Her dowry was wine and pure flesh. 

The body of present witnesses were all family members and close council, as well as the officiant himself. She was adorned in a gown of ivory silk and lace, a garland of baby’s breath weaved into a crown atop her head. She held a taper candle, dripping white wax into her fingers, the burn a comfort against her new husband’s cold leer. 

She had once dreamt of flying so she could touch the clouds. As a child, she imagined them to be more plush than a feather-filled pillow, malleable yet dense to create small, safe creatures. 

She imagined she was flying on her wedding night. High above those clouds, far from her marital chambers. Far from her physical body.  

The High Lady of The Night Court. The title that was gifted to the mate of The High Lord. An equal in power and body—the first ever made. 

Talk within the streets of Hewn City ignited—hesitancy, anger, hope. Those in the castle walls spoke fervently of this change. Males scoffed and begrudgingly bowed their heads in submission to the new instatement. It was the females who excitedly gossiped and grinned behind palms over afternoon teas and gatherings. 

“I believe this will change everything,” one of her closer confidants affirms, smiling into the rim of her china cup. She toasts in agreement despite the uncertainty within her second friend. 

“Do not be excited over the slim possibilities,” her second friend warns. 

She shook her head, hopeful for what the figure of the High Lady could represent, what she does represent—equality, freedom, and progress. The weight of the diamond on her left hand was a chain she vowed to remove one day. She believed The High Lord’s mate would be the one to set her free. To set all of them free. 

She wore violet blue to the Winter Solstice. It was a statement in of itself, a calling, a dream. Her head was bowed, and her lips were tight as she followed close beside her husband. She did not speak until dismissed, so she resigned herself to listening. Trades, relationships, machinations. The hall was another business deal disguised as a celebration. 

Dark magic rumbled the core of the mountain, warning the approach of the High Lord and the High Lady. Faeries turned and gathered as the Throne Room doors yawned open. Gasps and sighs echoed at their court leaders—their Lady, garbed and crowned. And pregnant.  

She followed the crowd and dropped into a deep curtsy as they made for their throne. The hairs on her neck stood on end as she felt them fly closer. Despite knowing better, her gaze raised to peer through her lashes. Her heart sang with hope as she looked upon her High Lady. 

Look at me, her eyes pleaded, look at us. Do you see the invisible chains that keep us shackled? The rings we did not accept around our fingers?

The High Lady only looked where she was going, climbing the dias to her throne. Untouchable and unreachable. 

She rose, yet her stomach sank. The fae around her drank and toasted with her father’s wine. Her husband dismissed her early in the night, and she joined her circle of friends. 

The painting of the woman with a head of pythons still hung in the gallery—marvelled by males, empathised by females. She did not have a head of pythons, but she silently screamed into the abyss. 

She had hoped, and she was wrong. The High Lady was not their saving figure of change. Girls will still be given manacles while the Lady is here. 

This is a cycle that will never end. 

[shoezillaunderscore]

🦢 Megoosa 🦢

Minecraft 1.21! based on the work of lfoxdesign on insta!

[rasslegram]

1-1-25 Wrestling Update

MADUSA honored by Thesz/Tragos HOF!

TRIPLE H for WWE HOF!

ROYAL RUMBLE TONIGHT!

MARIA KANELLIS and SARAYA leaving AEW.

AEW Dynamite numbers down to 604,000.

WWE NXT's CORA JADE appears on TNA Impact!

[rebelkelley0219]

The first and last woman's matches on raw on USA network

[words-and-coffee]

They made a monster of Madusa as well. Hated how loud her trauma was. Couldn't believe she had the audacity not to take it lying down. They made a war-ground of her body so she made one of theirs

Trista Mateer,  Aphrodite Made Me Do It

[machobusta]

Alundra Blayze cuts a promo on her SummerSlam opponent, Bull Nakano. WWF Superstars August 20, 1994

[joearlikelikeswrestling]

[maxgripd]

[notlikethechampagne]

[cosmoseinfeld]

i just remembered how punk accepted the cac award two days after getting fired from aew for the backstage brawl.

[rawsmackdownnxtdivas]

Madusa 💞

[blowflyfag]

WRESTLING SUPERSTARS: Winter 1988

SUPERSTAR QUOTEBOOK

Kerry Von Erich: “You know, the best part about being World Class champ has been getting the opportunity to wrestle Jerry Lawler. They’ve been some of the toughest matches of my entire career, and a few things have bothered me. Mainly, it’s confusing wrestling under another federation’s rules. For example, we recently wrestled in Louisville and I was disqualified for piledriving Jerry. To me, that’s just not fair. Where I come from, the piledriver is legal.”

Brian Pillman: “Johnny Smith hasn’t heard the last from Bad Company. He might have helped The Cuban Comandos win our belts, but now he’s gonna have to help himself to a good butt-kicking. Smith had no business interfering in that match, and it’s only because of him that we don’t have those belts anymore. But don’t you worry. Before long, the Stampede International tag team belts will be back around our waists, and me or Bruce Hart are gonna have Smith’s title, too.”

Curt Hennig: “I’ve had enough of Jerry Lawler’s garbage. That fraud has been running away from me ever since he stole the AWA title, but now I'm doing something about it. From now on, you’ll find me in the WWF, and before long you’re gonna find me right on top of the heap there, too. You know, there’s really only so much a man can take, but by me leaving, Lawler’s gonna know that his belt is worthless, because he won’t be defending it against a real champ.”

Precious: “When that scumbucket Kevin Sullivan pushed Jimmy [Garvin] out of the cage and locked the door, I didn’t know what I was going to do, but I knew one thing: I was gonna die before I let him lay his hands on me I should’ve known that Jimmy would find a way to save me, because he’s never turned his back on me, even with all that’s happened over the past few months. I was crying when Jimmy finally got me, but those were tears of joy.”

Terry Taylor: “Now that I’ll be in the WWF, I plan to take things slowly, maybe ambush a few people, before I let them know what Terry Taylor’s really about. You know, I’ve made a reputation for myself all over the wrestling world, but I’m ready to start at the bottom if i have to. But before long, everybody’s gonna know about Terry Taylor. I may not be the biggest man in the world, but I’m the best wrestler. Size isn’t everything in this game.”

Eddie Gilbert: “Windy City, Continental, AWA… the great part of wrestling these days is that wherever you go, there’s a good chance you’re gonna see my face. Me and Missy and Paul E Dangerously have established a wrestling empire that makes Hot Stuff Inc and Hyatt International look like small change. You just ask Willie B. Hert. He’s had his butt kicked by me a bunch of times and it ain’t over. With ‘Hot Stuff,’ it ain’t ever over.”

Jim Cornette: “Beautiful Bobby and Sweet Stan want a shot at those NWA World tag team belts, and I’m not gonna give up until I get them one. I can’t believe that Tully and Arn would duck anyone, but you can be sure as heck they’re ducking us.  If you ask me, it’s all J.J. Dillon’s fault. He’s the one that’s scared of us. He saw our victory over The Fanatics and he knows that The Midnight Express can’t be beaten. He also knows I'm the best manager ever!”

Bam Bam Bigelow: “My career isn’t going to end simply because I left the WWF. I’m going to try to work in the Memphis, Continental, and Windy City areas, and I’ve set up a tour of Japan. I’d like to do what Bruiser Brody used to do, and become a ‘freelance’ wrestling star. I’m hungry again, and I’m looking forward to some new challenges and titles. As far as I’m concerned, the WWF was not ready for me. Now I’m ready to take on the world!”

Stan Hansen: “Let me tell ya something, and I’ve never meant anything more: Bruiser Brody was the toughest man to ever step foot into a wrestling ring, and that includes me. You know, I’m glad he was always on my side, because that’s one sucker you didn’t want to get angry. By me leading a chant of ‘Brody! Brody!’ every time I wrestle, I’m keeping the spirit of Bruiser alive. He was a great man and I’m gonna miss him a lot.”

Dusty Rhodes: “You know, ‘The Dream’s’ been doing a lot of thinkin’ these days, daddy, thinkin’ about the past and thinkin’ about the present, thinkin’ about what I’ve done for Ronnie Garvin and Barry Windham have turned around and done to me. I ain’t gonna say it doesn’t hurt, brother, cause it hurts real bad. Real bad.

Medusa Miceli: “It really makes me laugh when little daddy’s girls like Brandi Mae just come onto the scene and think they’ve got what it takes to be AWA World Women’s champion. But I’ve kicked her little butt so many times, I think she’s learned a lesson. Now magnificent Mimi thinks she’s gonna come around with her dresses and her high-heeled shoes and take this belt from me, but it’s not gonna happen. I’m the only real woman in the AWA.”

Terry Gordy: “Don’t ask me what’s goin’ on with P.S. and Buddy Jack. I’m happy right here in Japan. Me and Stan Hansen just lost the PWF tag belts to Jumbo Tsuruta and Yoshiaki Yatsu, but we don’t plan on gettin’ out of here until they’re back around our waists. You know, I don’t have time for all this crap with Buddy Jack. If he wants to waste his time fighting me and P.S., let him. But he wants to come to Japan, he’ll be coming a long way for a whuppin’.”