#ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ 🝠 physicality

[strszyga]

re: stryzga lore and how klava is different after her death

As a proper strzyga, Klava’s chronic pain doesn’t go away. Sometimes, if she’s very recently eaten, she is physically haler and heartier, but at her best she’s still relatively frail, as she was in life.

She can no longer stomach food that isn’t raw meat, and she does need to eat human flesh, specifically, to survive.

Physically, there are noticeable changes in her— Her nails grow too quickly and are always ragged, and there’s always a thin layer of blood caked under them. She doesn’t move quite right, like a film playing at just ever-so-slightly the wrong frame rate. There’s something in her eyes that looks... empty.

Her teeth are only a little sharper than when she was alive, and often fall out and regrow for reasons she can’t place.

She’s unpleasant to be around, not only because she’s a mean little bitch but on an energetic, aura-based level. People around her have worse luck. When she comes into a town, calamity follows.

The only way to kill her, now, would be to cut off her head and bury it. Other injuries she will recover from, but not pleasantly — before her body regenerates itself, it first decays around the area that was hurt, rotting away like a corpse. It’s disgusting, inconvenient, and very painful for her.

[qingxin-s]

*✧･ﾟᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ : ᴅᴀʙɪ x ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ.ꜰ.ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ [ full ]

note: so this mini series is one of my fave things i’ve ever written, so i wanted to splice it together and repost it on my new blog :) 

word count: 1,134

warning(s): cussing, spoilers for chapter 290/291, slight mentions of abuse. please do not tag this as incest,,,,it is not a romantic relationship

taglist: @sakura-nyah​ @proceeds-to-stare​ @zmieciony​ @stormlights​

“Shoto, get behind me” The hero whispered as she stuck her arm out, shuffling to block her little brother from view. She was already busted beyond belief- bruises and cuts littering her body. There was no way in hell she was gonna let the same thing happen to him. His friends were already hurt, and so was their father. She had to protect him, just like a good older sister would. The figure was fast approaching them, his arms wide and his upper lip turned up in a grin.

“You sick fuck!” She hissed as she clenched her jaw, feeling her little brother cling to her. He was never one for physicalities like this, so she knew he was scared. The figure tutted, ticking his index finger backwards and forwards.

“Always one for foul language, (N/N)” He teased, and she had to bite her lip to stop herself from throwing herself at him. She had to play it safe, she was injured and if anything else happened to her- she would be rendered useless.

“Don’t you dare talk to me like you know me, you scumbag!” (Y/N) yelped, feeling her blood temperature drop as her quirk began to activate. Whilst Shoto inherited both their mothers ice powers and their fathers fire powers, she only inherited her mothers- but that didn’t matter, she was still skilled when using it. The onyx haired man cocked his head to the side ever so slightly, a look of mock hurt painting his face.

“Wow, you tugged at a heartstring a little. Although my face has become like this, I thought at least my own family would recognize me” He grinned as he flung his arms out, balancing on his foot as he turned his body around in a sick dance, and her heart stopped. Family…his own family? And that’s when it hit her.

»»————-　　————-««

“Ow!” The little girl winced as she fell onto the carpeted floor, her e/c eyes welling with tears. One minute she was sprawled out comfortably on the large couch, the next she had found herself on the living room floor. A sob shuddered through her body as she looked down at her knees, fresh scrapes beginning to burn.

“(N/N)!” A voice yelled as they entered the room she was in, and she turned towards them. It was her big brother, her amazing big brother. He was only older by her than a year, but to her- that was still a huge difference. He quickly dropped to the floor beside her and scooped her into his arms as she cried.

“Big bro! I fell! It really hurts!” She continued to cry, and he gently rubbed her back as he carried her into the bathroom. He remembered that their mother always kept bandages there, so he’d have her patched up in no time. After minutes of rummaging around, he had finally stuck a pink Band-Aid to her knee, and he smiled.

“All better!” He exclaimed as he pulled her into a hug, and she let out a giggle. Her big brother was always there for her, always.

»»————-　　————-««

“When I have such a respectable name, which is-” He began as he crouched down to her level, and she quickly shook her head.

“Touya” She choked, and he beamed at her reaction. Gently, he reached a hand towards her, causing her to flinch. She had let her feelings get the best of her, she had been weak. But instead of turning her to dust, he placed his burnt hand on her cheek.

“I’m sorry you had to find out this way” Touya murmured, his sick smile faltering ever so slightly, and she wanted nothing more than to wrap him in an embrace- just like the old days. But she knew that couldn’t happen. Her big brother was gone, and there was nothing that would ever bring him back.

He hummed once more as he removed his scarred hand from her face, jumping to his feet and the sickening grin painting his expression once more.

“I don’t want to get you involved, sis. You did nothing to me, so I want you to leave” Touya smiled as he glared towards their father and younger brother, and she coughed- clutching her side.

“No! What did they ever do to you?!” She exclaimed as she pulled herself up, wobbling slightly due to how dizzy she was feeling. His eyebrows furrowed slightly and he cocked his head, as if to say ‘Oh? You don’t know?’.

“Well, once upon a time, Endeavour only wanted power. He cared for nothing else, not even his own family. He married our mother, and created me. When I failed him, he tossed me aside- as if I was a piece of shit on his shoe” Touya began, hopping down from a large stone he had found himself on, booping her on the nose as he passed her.

“I couldn’t even figure out why I existed, why I was even here. I’d go crawling to Natsu and (Y/N), crying my eyes out. You did the same to her too, once you realized she didn’t inherit your oh-so-great fire abilities, you kicked her away too” He seethed as his ice eyes shot daggers through their father, and she felt herself shiver. He was so angry, so full of hatred. But she understood why.

»»————-　　————-««

“(N/N)! I got burnt again!” Touya sobbed as he crawled towards his little sister, acidic tears rolling down his face. She was only a year younger than him, still so young, but she understood all too well.

“Hey, please don’t cry big bro! Please don’t cry!” She whined as she wrapped her small arms around him, and he continued to cry into her shoulder. From a very young age, they learnt that their father had no love for them. All they were to him was a source of power, something to manipulate.

»»————-　　————-««

“That can’t be. Touya is dead, take back those lies” Their father muttered as he stared towards her brother with blank, soulless eyes. He still didn’t care, even to this day. All he cared about was power, stupid fucking power. The h/c haired girls blood ran cold as she steadied herself, still looking down.

“No…he’s right” (Y/N) whispered as she felt rage bubble up inside her, and she began to walk towards her older brother. All those years she thought he was dead, all those years she felt so alone- he was the only sibling she felt as if she could talk to. She was only a few centimeters away and without thinking twice, she threw herself at him- wrapping her arms around him.

“(Y/N)! Get away from him!” She heard Shoto yelled, and she just shook her head. She didn’t care if he was now a villain- it wasn’t his fault. All those years of being abused, being used, being hurt. She understood.

“No, I’m joining Touya. It’s always been about Touya”

[strawberrystarcake]

ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ꜱᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ!

ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ

↳ TWs: n/a ↳ SUMMARY: It’s a small world, isn’t it?

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ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴏɴꜱᴛᴇʀꜱ ʟᴜʀᴋ

↳ A MILLION POSSIBLE OUTCOMES (DECEMBER 1-15) ↳ TWs: death, drowning ↳ SUMMARY: A tale of forgotten towns, lakes of ice, and the kinship between monster and man.

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ᴄᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪᴠɪɴᴇ?

↳ TWs: n/a ↳ SUMMARY: On a summer night, years and years ago, two strangers fell in love.

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ʜᴜᴍᴍɪɴɢʙɪʀᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ

↳ TWs: death ↳ SUMMARY: The girl with the hummingbird heart had always loved too much.

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ɪɴꜰɪɴɪᴛʏ

↳ TWs: n/a ↳ SUMMARY: The universe begins, the universe ends, and the universe begins again.

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ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ

↳ TWs: slight drowning mention ↳ SUMMARY: We are human. And here’s the funny thing about humans: just surviving will never be enough.

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ᴅᴇꜱᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ; ᴀ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ

↳ TWs: intrusive thoughts ↳ SUMMARY: You wish for things that starlight cannot grant you.

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ꜱɪʟᴠᴇʀ ɴɪɢʜᴛꜱ

↳ TWs: romance, i guess ↳ SUMMARY: And we were new gods- eternal and youthful and full of love, and so I created beauty. You created clarity. We created each other and we loved until the end of time.

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ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ᴍᴀʏ ᴄᴀʀᴇ

↳ A MILLION POSSIBLE OUTCOMES (FEBRUARY 1-15) ↳ TWs: blood, death, war, kidnapping, slight poison mention ↳ SUMMARY: It was a special kind of irony, Maria thought. Her lack of love had once been her downfall. Now, an abundance of love will lead her to death.

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ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʟɪʟʏ ɴɪɢʜᴛ

↳ TWs: n/a ↳ SUMMARY: What do you wish for, child of the moon?

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ᴍɪ ᴇꜱᴛʀᴇʟʟᴀ;

↳ WRITEBLR CAFE POP-UP PROMPT #1 ↳ TWs: romance ↳ SUMMARY: I treasured everything you were, hoarding your starry smiles until I could draw a constellation of you in my heart.

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ᴀᴛᴀʀᴀxɪᴀ

↳ A MILLION POSSIBLE OUTCOMES (MARCH 1-20) ↳ WRITEBLR CAFE POP-UP PROMPT #2 ↳ TWs: food ↳ SUMMARY: Once upon a time, on a mundane day, there was a girl. There was a dog. There was a wonderful friend. There was an unfinished essay and a coffee machine that refused to go, and all the struggles that they bring.

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ꜱᴜɴꜱʜɪɴᴇ.

↳ A MILLION POSSIBLE OUTCOMES (APRIL 1-20) ↳ TWs: n/a (i think!) ↳ SUMMARY: They say that when the heart breaks, you feel it as if it were something physical, something more than a metaphor. I never gave it much thought myself. I’ve only fallen in love once, and I’ve always believed that one’s heart can only break on the pavement if it flies high enough to fall.

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ᴠᴇɴᴏʀᴇxɪᴀ

↳ TWs: n/a ↳ SUMMARY: Venorexia is a romantic mood inspired by spring. [A collection of poetic tidbits spanning spring and summer of 2022.]

[ao3feed-jily]

Cordolium

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/31t8l8L

by slvttyblck

❞Cordolium is a Latin word that literally translates to heartfelt grief, or sorrow of the heart-heartbreak.❞

❞Why did I need to know that?❞

❞Because it's a pretty word, Black.❞

❞Pretty word? Really, Dawson?❞

❞Fuck you, Sirius.❞

❞Actually -❞

❞Don't finish that sentence.❞

  ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴀ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ʟɪғᴇ ɪs ғᴀʀ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛᴏ ᴀsᴋ

ᴏʀ

ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴘʀᴏᴘʜᴇᴄɪᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴢᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ

Words: 10593, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Survivors Guilt

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Major Character Death

Characters: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Marlene McKinnon, Dorcas Meadowes, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Regulus Black, Andromeda Black Tonks, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Original Gaunt Family Characters (Harry Potter)

Relationships: Sirius Black/Original Female Character(s), Remus Lupin/Original Male Character(s), James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Peter Pettigrew/Original Female Character(s), Marlene McKinnon/Dorcas Meadowes, Original Female Character/Original Male Character, Regulus Black/Original Character(s)

Additional Tags: Angst, Child Abuse, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Past Sexual Abuse, Physical Abuse, Prophecy, Dark Magic Rituals (Harry Potter)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/31t8l8L

[caatalyst]

‘ i’m. not. sleepy. ’

> sleep starters || [accepting](http://caatalyst.tumblr.com/post/175368643336/sleep-starters)!     ❝ okay, listen, ❞ the redhead began, leaning back in her seat as she sipped her coffee and looked over the woman critically. ❝ i know sleepy. i’ve been sleepy. and you’re sleepy, major. ❞     ❝ there’s no shame in being tired. i’m sure you had an incredibly long trip here, and you don’t particularly seem the type to take breaks without it being unavoidable. i can only conclude based on that assumption and the fact that your eyes are closing intermittently that you haven’t slept since arriving. there’s only so much that coffee can do to aid that. ❞ her words were spoken flatly but with some distant yet discernible degree of sympathy, the redhead sincerely relating to the lack of rest.     ❝ do you have a place to stay during your time in central city? if so, i’d much rather escort you there than have you collapse in the staff kitchen, ❞ was isobel’s pragmatic ultimatum, finishing her drink and setting the empty mug down on the table between them. her green eyes observed the white-haired woman with both scrutiny and consideration, allowing a small sigh to leave her lips before adding:     ❝ if you don’t, i suppose you could nap in my quarters. they’re quite nearby, and so long as you’re respectful, i don’t mind letting you catch up on your rest there. ❞ which was, effectively, her way of saying ‘don’t touch my stuff’.

[strszyga]

re: klava’s death (aka headcanons that should already be in her bio page 😅)

At the end of Klava’s extended cat-and-mouse with Fedya, he kills her before she kills him. They both die in a shitty back alley; Klava just wakes up a few hours later, knife still buried to the hilt in her left eye, the now-cold body of her brother in a heap next to her.

Every, every instinct in her wants to eat it.

She manages to haul herself to her feet and run. It’s only once she gets back to her shop that she pulls the knife out of her face, and after that she doesn’t know how long she spends vomiting blood and viscera.

In the end, the first person she eats as a true strzyga isn’t Fedya— an unlucky customer comes through her door at the wrong time, and she devours him down to the bone.

( She never does see her brother’s body again, after leaving it behind in that alley. )

When she wakes up the next morning, the left side of her face has rotted almost all away, stretches of her skull visible through sloughing flesh and teeth dropping from their sockets. She finds that she does have a pulse, is breathing. The agonizing hunger from the previous night has faded. The bone-creaking pain she’s known her whole life remains.