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The Witch's Curse


A fantasy AU meme where witches are real, and they are vengeful. Specify your character's role: the witch (or sorcerer), the subject of the curse, or the curse breaker. Tag around and pick or RNG a curse.

1: Change of Form: human turned animal, mythical beast turned human, human turned inanimate object, human made older/younger, the possibilities are endless

2: Obeisance: you are now cursed to follow the witch's every command and it's useless to resist, or perhaps you simply have to obey every command given you no matter who gives it

3: Curse of Sleep: like princesses before you, you are cursed to sleep for all eternity, or at least until your one true love finds you

4: Possession: be it a demon or any other kind of spirit, your body is no longer your own

5: Isolation: some witches use towers, others use forests of thorns, but either way the message is clear-- you are never seeing the outside world again

6: Resurrection: even death is not an escape from the witch's power, for some can raise the dead

7: Bad Luck: some curses are more minor, only causing you to stub your toe or drop your books, but they're still annoying

8: Defects: you weren't turned to an inhuman shape, but were somehow made hideous, clumsy, or repellent in some way-- maybe you smell terrible, or maybe people who get near you just feel uneasy and want to leave

9: Wounds: you have a wound that simply won't heal-- maybe it's slowly killing you, maybe it's just annoying, but it's not going away

10: Monster Magnet: wherever you go you're always being attacked by creatures, demons or monsters or ghosts, etc, that want to kill you

11: Never to Meet: you become an animal during the day while your true love is human, then you switch forms at night, so you can never both be human at the same time again

12: Death: your death is approaching and you need to find a way to avert it or remove the curse entirely

13: Objectification: you didn't avoid the death curse, and now your soul is bound to an inanimate object, perhaps to provide more power for the witch, to bind a spell to the object and give it power, or maybe just so you can't move on to your next life

14: Cursed Object: maybe it wasn't the witch themselves, but something that used to belong to a witch that put the curse on you, and now you must find a witch who can remove the curse

15: Cursed Ground: your house is built somewhere it really should not have been, and now you have to deal with ghosts or demons or the undead, which will really ruin your property value

16: Wildcard: choose your own adventure!

[adapted from original found here]

Comments

[projecthydra]

You're not dressed for tea!

[The girl pipes up suddenly, pointing an accusatory finger in Natasha's direction.]

[outstandingbalance]

Because we're not having tea.

[Natasha grits her teeth.]

None of us are.

[projecthydra]

Yes. We. Are.

[The tone is nearly a shriek, a shade short of a tantrum. If her feet could reach the floor, she'd be stomping. But as she balls up her fists and scrunches her face, a flash envelops the space. When Natasha blinks next, her gear and weapons will all be scattered on the floor, while she's been dressed in a simple mint dress with a floral print.]

[outstandingbalance]

Steve...?

[Natasha looks at Steve, questioning and looking for support. Surely he can see how dangerous this is.]

[elcapitan]

Natasha, you shouldn't bring so many guns into a child's home. What could've happen if she'd gotten her hands on them?

[That's the primary danger he spots here.]

[outstandingbalance]

That's what you notice? Steve, my clothes...?

[The fact that she just disarmed the Black Widow with nothing more than a tantrum.]

1/2

[elcapitan]

It's fine. They can go up out of reach where she can't get to them.

[He sets the girl down and moves to collect the scattered weapons.]

2/2

[projecthydra]

[And she'll watch him for a moment before raising her eyes back to Natasha.]

I'm gonna get hurt around all this sharp stuff. You should come play tea party with me and make sure I'm safe.

[She raises up one hand for Natasha to hold.]

[outstandingbalance]

[Natasha finds herself taking the child's hand despite all her misgivings.]

It wouldn't have been dangerous if you'd left them where they were.

[projecthydra]

It was an accident.

[She pouts innocently as they move through a hall longer than the cottage looked wide from the outside.]

I'm just a little girl.

[outstandingbalance]

[There is absolutely no way that was an accident.]

That's not all you are. [Natasha frown, not taken in.] I was a little girl once to.

[projecthydra]

[She glances over her shoulder back at Steve, measuring the distance between them before hissing in a lower tone.]

Then you should know better than to mess with me. The garden was supposed to stop you.

[outstandingbalance]

That was abundantly clear.

[That's why Natasha had to reach Steve. At least the girl is showing her real face now, though. She doesn't have to entertain the possibility the witch is somehow innocent in this.]

We're not staying here.

[projecthydra]

Funny that you'd say that.

[She pauses in a bright pink room with a round table circled by stuffed animals. There are at least fifteen doorways spiraling around them suddenly.]

Because you're never leaving.

[outstandingbalance]

[This is impossible. She looks around them, on guard. Steve is taking a long time coming back.]

Never say never.

[projecthydra]

Sit down and have some tea.

[She gestures to an empty chair, and then settles down on the opposite side of it.]

It's a party.

[outstandingbalance]

You don't really want me to stay here.

[Natasha takes a seat, slowly, cautious.]

You can just let both of us go.

[projecthydra]

[She pours tea into two dainty plastic cups and sets one in front of Natasha.]

Don't forget to put your pinky out. That's the most important part.

[Much more important than entertaining the idea that any of them are going anywhere.]

[outstandingbalance]

[Her pinky goes out automatically, though she frowns.]

Is this what you have planned for forever? Tea parties and extorting hugs from Captain America.

[projecthydra]

Forever's a really long time. Go on, drink up. Take little, ladylike sips.

[She provides an example, but models the action with an empty cup.]

[outstandingbalance]

[She tries to fight it, but the longer she's here, the more it becomes fighting an automatic reaction rather than choosing not to do something.

She sips.]

[projecthydra]

[The tea is a strong, pungent brew. It tastes like cinnamon and pears blended together with lemongrass. None of it goes together. But as the disconnecting flavors occur to her, it occupies the part of her brain that notices things. Everything else seems softer and fuzzier, easily left languid as the brew coaxes her to be more pliant and receptive.

The girl will continue the gestures with her empty cup, making sure Natasha sips regularly.]

I feel so sorry for that little girl, stuck out here in the woods all by herself. She seems lonely.

[outstandingbalance]

What girl?

[Natasha's gaze settles on the tea. She doesn't trust it, bu she can't seem to stop drinking it at intervals, and every dip makes her head just a little fuzzier.]

Where's Steve?

[projecthydra]

That girl sitting in front of me. She looks so small and innocent.

[She doesn't feed Natasha anything about the Steve issue. She'll ignore it until those questions stop coming.]

[outstandingbalance]

That doesn't make any sense. You're the only girl here.

[Natasha grimaces, trying to stop sipping the tea. If she could just put it down.]