sʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ

[strszyga]

a STRZYGA is a demon in slavic folklore similar to a vampire. born with two hearts, two souls, and two sets of teeth, it is said that after their death, only one of their two souls would pass to the afterlife. the other was believed to come back to life and prey upon other living beings.

a horror-fantasy oc || low activity & mutuals only // by cían

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[memelleity]

muppets christmas carol sentence starters

i am here to tell the story.

i am here for the food.

wait a second, you’re not charles dickens!

you’re too kind.

why should i believe you?

is it getting colder out here?

there’s nothing in nature that freezes your heart like years of being alone.

if they gave a prize for being mean, the winner would be him.

every day in every way, ____ is getting worse.

thank you for making me a part of this.

please don’t shout at me.

one might say that december is the foreclosure season… harvest time for moneylenders.

merry christmas? bah, humbug.

what right have you to be merry?

you’re rich enough.

why did you ever get married?

the world is at her best, you know, when people love and care.

there’s no such thing as strangers when a stranger says hello.

we’re having so much fun!

you big klutz!

there’s something in the wind today…

why are you whispering?

it’s for dramatic emphasis.

are you hurt?

storytellers are omniscient. i know everything.

how does he do that?

it looks like you… but i don’t believe it.

why do you doubt your senses?

what a terrible pun.

you always criticize me!

we took advantage of the poor, just ignored the needy.

we should’ve known our evil deeds would put us both in shackles.

as freedom comes from giving love, so prison comes with hate.

your future is a horror story.

this is culture.

you are such an idiot.

you want to see what’s going on, don’t you?

you’re just a child.

that was the worst trip of my life!

it’s my old school! i was a boy here.

who cares about stupid old christmas?

i was often alone.

you were never a lonely child?

nothing ever changed.

you changed.

remember, don’t tip the driver.

it’s time for the party to begin!

i suppose i should be grateful.

i’m bored with speeches. let’s dance!

mother always taught me, never eat singing food.

stop working, enjoy yourself! go meet some people!

i’m glad you two finally met.

remember…? yes… i remember.

how could we marry now?

this is for you.

we came so close to being close.

we’re not meant to be.

some dreams come true, some dreams fall through.

is it too early for breakfast?

did i already say that?

you’re a little absentminded.

i don’t believe i’ve ever met anybody like you before.

have you ever noticed that everything seems wonderful at christmas?

i love games!

how do you know that?

well, i’m usually trustworthy.

i knew you weren’t suited for literature.

i wasn’t eating them. i was merely checking them to see if they were burnt.

i’d give him a piece of my mind to feast upon… and i bet he would choke on it!

life is full of sweet surprises.

no place on earth compares with home.

i have learned so much from you.

this is too scary. i don’t think i want to see any more.

will you not speak to me?

why is it so quiet?

you’re crying again.

how can they endure it?

life is made up of meetings and partings.

i know what i must ask, but i fear to.

answer me one question.

i’m not the man i was.

i don’t know what to say.

what is mine is yours.

if you need to know the measure of a man, you simply count his friends.

even if we part, i will hold you close in a thankful heart.

would i do a thing like that?

we carry love with us, so we’re never quite alone.

nice story.

if you like this, you should read the book.

merry christmas!

[strszyga]

open 🜃🜇

"The old world is dead." V dobrom aj v zlom.

[daweyt]

— Frank Bidart, from “Half-light: Collected Poems 1965-2016; ‘The Third Hour of the Night’", published c. 2017.

[strszyga]

@latebite @hungryyheart said 🜃 ❛ i smelled you, and you probably smell me now. ❞

... "I see still no one has taught you good manners, then, ah."

[miidnighters-a]

Wild.

Callisto had seen the other's eyes cloud over - fallen silent while the other experienced whatever she was experiencing.

"No." Which isn't to say Callisto doesn't believe her - she very much does. It's just that her own abilities don't extend to anything like that. She makes things happen - she isn't afforded the opportunity to see what could be before it is. "What can you feel?"

[strszyga]

"Nešťastie," Klava answers in an almost reflexive absent murmur. Bad luck. Or, perhaps misfortune would be a more apt translation.

She blinks languorously, and her eyes don't clear but her free hand seems more aware of the table underneath her palm. Her fingers stretch and circle but don't quite touch the symbols surrounding them.

"Hmm."

[lietulietas]

[strszyga]

open 🜃🜇

"What I know is not as important as what the world sees."

[strszyga]

@latebite @hungryyheart said 🜃 ❛ i think we should stick together. ❞

"Naozaj?" What, since it turned out so well the last time? She doesn't say as much out loud, but it is brutally evident in the tilt of her eyebrows, eyes black like the bottoms of deep wells.

There's something —maybe the memory of a teacher she often keeps guarded at only the back of her mind, maybe being this close to him, perhaps having so recently seen her brother, or something trickling out of her alongside the sluggish watery blood slipping through the fingers pressed tight against the juncture of her shoulder,— Something that makes her seem less human than she normally appears; air harsh and stale around her skin, fragile pale bones almost more visible than the flesh of her. Maybe she can't notice it.

Her mouth opens, cruel, and takes a moment to settle into just a thin grimace. In her mind she pictures bundles of twigs. And snaps them. "To what end."

[strszyga]

which fairytale archetype are you?

tagged by myself ig // tagging @miidnighters @skymade @hungryyheart

the witch

The witch needn't be wicked, though she can be; cannibalism is never out of the question. She meddles only if asked, and the unwise often ask her. The very wise do as well. Those in-between prefer to give her distance, something she appreciates.

the fool

The fool is a distorted reflection of the witch. He is as intelligent as her, but while she chooses seclusion, he functions close to power. Some love him, some despise him, all see him as harmless— perhaps wrongly. More than any other character, he knows he is in a story.

[latebite]

"She--!"

Oily and pallid flesh furrows. He backs away, shaking his head, feeling with his full chest that this is all wrong but helpless to voice exactly why that is.

A breeze picks up, prying the last remnants of autumn from the frosted trees. It lifts and musses the copper hair splayed haphazardly over his head, briefly revealing even more freckles dotted along his forehead. A sillier-looking fellow there's never been.

"The one you..."

Monster is struck by the taste of something other than stale lifeblood lingering on his tongue.

"... listen to. Work for. What would she..."

[strszyga]

@hungryyheart

"What she cares what I do outside of her employ?" The sentence begins in a sharp scoff, tongue rattling behind her teeth; to her mistress Klava has never been more interesting than a tool in hand so long as her duties are done. But the cold dry air brushes like a rebuke across her face, and a razor fine dread twitches at the edge of her mouth. What, after all, her mistress will allow under her roof—

She has seen enough of the hag's ire raised against the intrepid and tragically pious or kind or soft in any thin, foul onion-layer of their overfearless hearts. Disdained many enough of their downfall.

Time clicks, eyes fixed peevishly on the mottled glints of sunlight against his hairline. Her jaw sets, bearish. "Hlúpe."

[thatonedeadboy]

I'm bloodied, and I'm cursed

[miidnighters-a]

By her own standards, Hartley is having a quiet night. Sure, she's out in public, sipping on the kind of cocktail designed to go down quick and often, but she's simply sitting. Not trying to invite attention.

It's only after she moves seats to avoid a man that she notices the woman. Or rather, it's only when she sees the woman poorly hide a flinch when she gets close that Hartley pays attention.

Gently, she sets her drink down - careful not to make any more sudden moves.

"Are you okay, sugar?" Hartley asks, voice low in case there's someone trying to overhear their conversation. "Do you need me to get you out of here?"

[strszyga]

"Ah--? Čože?" Small blessings, perhaps: she doesn't choke on the word. Her eyes widen and narrow, like they can't quite decide what instinct to follow, but her mouth sets promptly into a gruff frown.

Klava takes a heavy swallow of her own drink, ignoring the slow queasy ache that chafes her nostrils and the nausea taking root in the pit of her stomach.

"Áno, áno, yeah, yeah yeah." She lets her accent come out thicker than it really has been in years, something like a shield against having to speak too much. "I am— Thank you, no, I am well."

[memelleity]

hansel & gretel: witch hunters sentence starters

how do you best kill a witch?

i don't have time for this.

whatever happens, i want you to stay cool. follow my lead.

i don't swim well.

did you have to land on me?

they'll kill you.

take his fucking head off!

never walk into a house made of candy.

what are you looking at?

you can't be serious.

not at night. it's too dangerous. we'll leave in the morning.

i am really quite a fan of your work.

we don't talk about that.

what the hell do you think you're doing?

humans have such ghastly taste.

i'm scared! i'm alone in the woods!

i was wondering about that story about your parents leaving you. is all that true?

wow. where did you get all this stuff?

wish me luck.

hasn't enough blood been shed?

who did this to you?

evil is upon you, whether you like it or not.

i found something here. something very powerful.

time is up.

i think you're gonna want to come see this.

let me tell you a little story.

don't worry, i didn't come empty-handed.

locals won't go near the place. a good place to start the investigation.

i'm getting way off the subject, aren't i?

i go by many names, none of which you're worthy of pronouncing.

you know, you look like shit.

the only good witch is a dead witch.

don't worry. i'm not gonna let her hurt you.

can you tell me which way is back to town?

listen, if it's not too much trouble, would you please sign…

i did win the county fair three times.

she was accused of witchcraft, but she never confessed. we just burned her anyway.

so, any place we can get a drink in this hellhole?

i think this place could use a bit of color.

are you a good shot?

this isn't the life we chose.

you know a witch when you see one! they ride at night and they make pacts with the devil!

can you hold this?

now we feast!

i want you to do something for me.

so, how goes the witch hunting?

why did you save me?

here there's only death.

i like your toys.

find a place to hide. shoot anything that moves. good luck.

they died to save you.

have you ever come across a witch that you didn't want to kill?

you know, you talk too much.

she gave me a message. for you.

i thought it would be fitting for us to end up here, where it all began.

the witch hunting is going well, i see.

hey. i just had this really weird dream.

i think the real damage was to my dignity, which i left somewhere in that tree back there.

we made a promise, you know that.

you talk too much.

i'm telling you, we should put the fire out.

that's a lot of witches.

tell me what i want and this might not end up being the most painful night of your life.

what happened to your face?

revenge doesn't change the past. it won't bring ____ back.

why have you come here? to the dark of the forest?

where have you been?

we're wasting our time.

you have something i need.

kind of lost its charm a little, huh?

i actually know a thing or two about it, if you ever need any help…

let's get the hell out of here.

it was good seeing you.

let the girl go or i'm gonna blow your brains all over these fucking hillbillies.

you're safe. you'll be safe.

bad move.

i wish i could say it would be painless, but that would be a lie.

would you shut up?

i see you finally found your way home after all these years. how very sweet.

any man with half a brain could see that she wasn't a witch.

where are we?

there's no use in praying, my friend. even your god knows better than to come here.

your plan's working.

i see you got my invitation.

you've really taken a beating, haven't you?

don't worry. i'm not going to kill you. not now. and not like this.

you're pathetic.

this is the book of protection against black magic. where did you find it?

it's a beautiful story, don't you think?

stay here. i'll be back soon.

this time, i do the talking. you do the bleeding.

i hate to break it to you, but it's not gonna be an open casket.

[heslistening]

he smiles disarmingly. "you think that, do you? or at least, that's what you say."

[strszyga]

A string of the sort of imaginative profanities that come out of the backwater countryside and somewhat-sincere hexes on him and his show and everyone else involved in it run through her head like genuinely 'alluring' indulgences.

She drags a hand over her face. "What I have done to deserve ... preboha, čo. Whatever you want to call this. Visit."

[nightrot]

"that it's forever," he answers impulsively. there's a whine -- hard to tell if it's coming from his throat or his roiling stomach. he doesn't reciprocate the smile. his mouth feels gluey, gums coated generously with staling life essence.

"that hunger is the only thing that's forever."

[strszyga]

"Forever!" The word comes out in a sharp laugh, eyes slipping shut. Dobrá správa, in that case, miláčik. Only one thing is forever.

She rubs over the side of her neck, pressing out and stretching a line of muscle before her hand slips and her fingers catch in the soft nest of glands and arteries under her chin, a sting that echoes along the side of her nose and spiderwebs out from behind the back of her eye. Do piče.

"What, and you expect to be around so long as that?"

[strszyga]

horror-fantasy ocs by cían. slow activity.