#Pertcha

[robster2016]

Frau Pertcha

Frau Perchta, also known as Perchta or Berchta, is a figure rooted in the folklore of Germanic and Alpine traditions, particularly in Austria, Bavaria, and parts of Switzerland. She is often associated with the pre-Christian pagan traditions of the region, and her legend has evolved over centuries, blending elements of mythology, religion, and local customs. Frau Pertcha Origins and…

[zal-cryptid]

You're getting three questions bc you're a good friend. Pick any Tales of the Otherfolk character and tell us something neat about them

Let's talk my interpretation of Mrs. Claus and La Befana - the Italian Christmas Witch.

When I was a kid, my grandma told me that while Santa was out delivering gifts, Mrs. Claus was out on her broomstick doing the same in Italy as "La Befana".

In Tales of the Otherfolk, Mrs. Claus is a witch, once an apprentice of the alpine goddess Pertcha before meeting St. Nicholas. She was the daughter of the goddess Strenua, born and raised in the region of Sabina.

Befana first met Nick when she was searching for a rogue pertchen named Krampus. She found the two in heated battle - Nick trying to protect a village from being attacked by the creature. She and Nick joined forces, managing to bind Krampus to Nick's shadow.

The two would fall in love, with their relationship becoming a polycule later on when a tamed and reformed Krampus joined in.

[calliepeepers]

I wanted to create a design for Arktos that was like a drag persona/femme disguise that you'd often see with these type of cartoon villains, and thus Pertcha was born

[waves-against-a-cliff]

First Encounters - Cor x Pertcha

Content Warnings - Cor is a serial killer, mentions of murder, description of a corpse, mentions of blood, violence, drinking alcohol, mentions of alcohol. This does take place in the CoD universe but Cor has no connection to them

A/N - ITS HERE! @thelaisydazy is the one who created Pertcha and neither of us can stop smashing these two barbies together; so here is their meet ugly.

Cor did not consider the likelihood of coming across anyone else here. It was the middle of winter, late at night and frankly her nose was frozen. She couldn’t even reach up and rub it to make it warm because she was currently lugging this body. Cor grunted with effort as she tugged the man’s dead body closer to the river bank. Her normally well kept black hair was a mess. Her bangs stuck to her forehead that was sticky with sweat and her hair was ruffled from the struggle the man had given her. 

“Fucking Christ.” She cursed as she finally got his body to the bank. She leaned against a wooden pole as she caught her breath and thought about renewing her membership to the gym; she didn’t nearly have this much trouble a few years ago. Or maybe the man was just fat. Cor glanced at the man with a sneer on her face, the stab wounds in his chest were definitely overkill; she knew that. Once she had gutted him like a fish the fight was over, oh but the rage she had felt. 

Rage was not an uncommon emotion for Cor to feel. It was one of the few feelings that came at her full force or maybe even stronger. Although she wouldn’t say it was easy to make her angry, this man had certainly pushed the few buttons she had in the perfect order. He just would not leave her alone at that bar, constantly hitting on her and being far, far too close for any kind of comfort. So she did what she did best, lured him out into the alley with the promise of a quick fuck then stabbed her switchblade into his gut and kept a hand over his mouth to muffle the screams. Cor glanced down at her outfit which was thoroughly ruined. She grumbled and scrounged around for the emergency pack of clothes she kept hidden in some of her preferred dumping spots. 

Cor nearly snapped her neck when she turned her head after she heard someone approach. She turned around completely and her hand found her switchblade within her blood soaked jacket. From within the darkness by the river bank, she could hardly make out who it was that was approaching. No, two people? Fuck. Cor glanced around but there was nowhere she could both hide this body and herself. As the two people drew closer she realized that one of them was dead. Cor doubted anyone would stay asleep while being dragged against the rocks. 

From the darkness emerged another woman who dragged a body much more efficiently than Cor does. Cor made a face at that realization, she definitely needed to go back to the gym. The woman was wearing all black, including a mask that covered the lower half of her face. She might have brown hair but the darkness made it difficult to be sure but she most definitely had a body. Cor did not expect the woman to speak German. Or what Cor suspected was german; she couldn’t be sure since she took Spanish in school. 

“Dibs.” Cor said. “I call dibs on the river.” 

“What is ‘dibs’?” The woman spoke and that confirmed what Cor suspected, definitely german. That was one thick accent.

“Dibs is basically calling ownership or rights over a place.” Cor explained, unable to stop herself even when she tried to bite her tongue. 

The woman's stare did not waver, her eyes remained on Cor with a weight that made Cor feel closer to an animal than a human. Although according to the papers, she was an animal, a scourge on this city as if it hadn’t been a shithole before she had begun her little hobby here. “It is a river. You cannot claim rights on it.” Cor glanced at the river and then the woman before she shrugged and conceded. She pushed the body into the river with the hopes that it wouldn’t be found until morning and miles away from the spot she was now. She didn’t give the woman a goodbye or even acknowledge her after she had pointed out that Cor could not call dibs on a river.

It was a big city after all. What were the odds Cor would run into this mysterious woman again?

Cor’s new year resolution certainly helped with disposing of bodies. Renewing her gym membership had been the best idea she had in a while, she dragged bodies easier at least. Cor glanced at the corpse she dragged again, this kill had been more clean. Not that killing was ever clean. Cor still had blood on her sweater and jacket, she could feel it sticking to her skin in a way that made her skeleton want to claw out of her skin. Still, she persevered despite the sensation being a nightmare. This dumpsite was an unbought and undeveloped piece of land, it had been this way since before Cor was even born and likely had been this way when her grandparents were teenagers. 

Unchecked and uncared for, Cor had made this a spot where she would hide bodies for who knows how long. The cops certainly weren’t looking because if they were, they would have combined their three brain cells to realize this was the perfect spot. Cor used a gap in the fence to get in, yet another failure on the city’s part, and dragged the corpse with her. Once far enough into the area, she dropped the leg, leaned against a tree and fished out a cigarette. She lit the cancer stick and let the smell waft through the air. She breathed it in deep like someone might incense and let the familiar smell relax her just a little. 

Cor turned her head when she heard the unmistakable sound of another body being dragged and couldn’t help the words that spilled out of her mother next, “You have got to be fucking kiddin’ me.” Despite the cigarette being the only light source, it still did a better job then the weak streetlights did a few months ago when winter was at its strongest. Now Cor could make out a few more details of this mysterious woman. She still wore a black mask that covered half her face but now Cor could see she had gray eyes and her hair was in fact brown and in twin braids. And of course the woman with gray eyes and braided brown hair dragged a body with her again. 

And just like before, that gaze of hers made Cor feel like an animal. Cor had to fight back the urge to avert her gaze. She watched as the woman did not waste any more time, she dumped the body where she stood and went back the way she came. Although, notably, she did not turn her back to Cor. Cor didn’t understand why this detail remained in her head once she had returned to her apartment, but it did. Cor pulled off her shoes and tossed them to the corner where she kept all of her shoes as she thought about it. 

What was the likelihood that they would have run into each other again? And last that Cor had checked, there was still no news of another serial killer stalking the streets. So that meant the woman was a mystery in more than just appearance and personality but also just existence. Cor bit the inside of her cheek as she mulled that thought in the shower, the water warming her cold body. The longer Cor thought about it, the more it didn’t make sense. The more it didn’t make sense the more her natural curiosity wanted to find out and Cor knew that her curiosity was a dangerous thing to indulge in. Cor pushed those thoughts to the side with a quiet chuckle and a shake of her head. She was being paranoid, she surmised, no need to keep thinking about it.

Cor glared at the woman. Her patience thinned to a fine strand. There was no way on this earth that she kept running into her. Especially at such an obscure dumpsite as this. A river? Classic, everyone knows you can dumb a body into a river and leave the cops trying to figure out where it first entered. An unbought and undeveloped piece of land that has no prospects of becoming any of those things? A little bit of research would tell anyone that. But at a dumpster behind a bar who’s lights flickered, where the smell of cigarette and cigar smoke filled the air? So very, very unlikely. “Why are you followin’ me?” Cor asked and was barely able to keep her voice cool instead of snarling like the animal she was.

At least she didn’t have a body to hide this time and she had just been scoping the place out. The last thing she had been expecting, although she should have been, was to end up pinned against a wall with an arm pressed against her windpipe. Up close, Cor could see just how gray her eyes were and the little strands of brown hair that were loose from the braids. “No.” The woman said, the German accent still as strong as the day they had run into one another. “Who are you working for?”

Cor scoffed but it sounded more like a cough, “Workin’ for? I’m workin’ for nobody.” She snapped but the woman apparently did not believe her as she pressed her arm against Cor’s windpipe harder.

“I ask again, who do you work for?”

“No one!” Cor hissed and with the strength of someone who was trying not to be choked into unconsciousness (she really did not want to find out what would happen after that), she pushed her away. Cor went to grab her pepper spray and cursed her lack of some kind of weapon. But the other woman was quick, she moved quicker then Cor had ever seen someone move before and she did not have time to protect her face when she swung her fist at Cor.

Cor landed on the ground and groaned, she held her nose which throbbed. Definitely broken, Cor thought but did not remain in her thoughts or on the ground for long. She quickly got up and scrambled away from the german woman with steel gray eyes and mousy brown hair. When she sat at home, frozen bags of peas on her nose and a smaller bag of frozen strawberries on her busted lip, she realized that if the woman hadn’t wanted her to get away she wouldn’t have.

A thought that would have normal people shuddering from terror sent a thrill down her spine. She let me go, Cor thought, which didn’t make much sense if the woman truly believed Cor was working for someone. These thoughts would continue to plague her until a few weeks later.

Normally, Cor enjoyed a challenge within her respective career. She liked taking on unusual cases or files thicker than her arm but this week had really taken its toll. She didn’t even have the energy or desire to participate in her hobby. All she wanted was exactly two fruity cocktails from the bar near her apartment building and to watch terrible romcoms until her brain melted or she forgot about how much work she would have waiting for her once the weekend was over. But instead of the peace she wanted, not quiet because nothing is ever quiet at a bar, she was being bothered by a man who was one, far below her and two, fucking drunk. Cor had not even finished with her second cocktail so she was not sufficiently buzzed to be dealing with this.

She had started to think about punching the dick in the face when a woman, with familiar gray eyes and mousy brown hair approached. “I would leave her alone. You do not want trouble, ja?” Maybe it was the way she spoke or the way she looked at the man but he scrambled off but not without him muttering about the woman being a bitch. Cor didn’t get to say thank you as the woman turned and took a seat far from her. Cor watched as she ordered and Cor made her decision. She waved down the bartender and paid for the woman’s next drink (a whiskey made neat). When the bartender put the second drink of whiskey in front of her, the woman looked confused until the bartender gestured to Cor. Cor smiled at the woman, slightly tipped her head in thanks and down the rest of her cocktail. She ignored the burn in her throat from the vodka and left before the buzz could completely set in.

[dalemjohnson]

The Schnabelpertchen, the Tidy, Homicidal Bird Omas of Austria

In the Rauris Valley of Austria, on January 5th, the eve of the Epiphany, large bird-like creatures known as the Schnabelpertchen (Schnabelpertcha in the singular) walk the streets. They quietly call, "Ga ga ga," as they go from house to house, making sure that the houses are clean and in order. If your house isn't clean and in order, they'll slit open your stomach with the scissors they carry, rip out your guts and stuff you full of the rubbish you've accumulated. They might also cut off the legs of your children, if they've been naughty, and put them in the baskets they carry on their backs. Or maybe they'll just take the kids, period.

The Schnabelpertchen ("beaked Pertchen") are a unique manifestation of the Pertchen - the gang of demons who accompany Pertcha, a Germanic pagan crone goddess. The Schnabelpertchen are the quieter cousins of the much noisier Schiachpertchen, "ugly Pertchen," a.k.a. the Krampusses.

By the way, Frau Pertcha is none too pleasant herself, as you may have surmised. She's the original belly slitter and child stealer. For a perversely homey touch, she also oversees the spinning of thread and yarn. In folklore and fairy tales, Pertcha is known by many names: Berchte, Pehrta, Berta, Bertha, Butzen-Bercht ("Boogeyman Bercht"), etc. Pertcha is most active in the twelve days after Christmas and very likely derives her name from "Berchtentag," the Epiphany, in German.

The Schnabelpertchen are welcome guests in homes these days, but it certainly wouldn't hurt to tidy up your place a bit, or a whole lot, before Twelfth Night just the same.

[4tarosho]

at this point in the book, i could imagine the erlking having a redemption arc (although idk if it would actually be an arc considering theres like 150 pages left)

so far, the closest i've seen is those scenes were the erlking is trying to talk to serilda about things like love and his "parents", which i assume is MM adding character showing readers that we shouldnt assume hes pure evil just because hes not human

if he actually does have a redemption arc, i feel like it would be more against pertcha than supporting serilda. this is also because i dont like the idea of the erlking actually being interested in serilda

but also all my predictions so far have been wrong so i could just be pulling out of my ass again

[lovelyinblack77]

Merry Christmas! Been desperate to make some work for myself so I made a spicy thing of Krampus and Pertcha which is pretty unusual for me but it was a blast to work on! In my head these two are happily married and have a pretty healthy sex life 😉 #illustration #artistsoninstagram #krampus #krampusnacht #pertcha #christmas #holiday #fantasy #fantasyart #romance #spicy https://www.instagram.com/p/BrzWS2Fh7Zz/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1m4yi107ct41u

[moneteres]

Yuleoween Day 15: Perchta Festival-Worm

Of course its a mask child,

Would you prefer my other face?

[jodiwarphotography]

Perchta The Cherub 2 by Legolasgurl1785

[hostess-of-horror]

To Lift One's Spirits

Boy, it’s been a while since my last Phantom x Peach story, hasn’t it? Well, this time it’s going to be Christmas themed! What better way to celebrate such a wonderful holiday by writing a story about a ghost and his lovely little girlfriend?

Fun Facts about Christmas: 

- One of the biggest Christmas traditions that was celebrated during the Victorian Era was telling ghost stories. Unlike the American depictions of Christmas, Victorian Era Christmases were more spookier due to many European influences on superstition and magic. People would huddle around a warm fireplace and recite stories about haunted houses and ghastly ghouls. This tradition became widely spread once the Industrial Revolution came around and revitalized such tales. Charles Dicken’s "A Christmas Carol" is a great example of this tradition.

- While many are more familiar with benevolent figures like Santa Claus (or St. Nicholas), there are about a dozen of creepy monsters and unsettling beings connected to the holidays. These monsters are often depicted as punishers, seeking out naughty children while good children are gifted with presents. Such characters include: Krampus (Austria/Central Europe), Frau Pertcha (Austria/Germany/Italy), the Yule Lads (Iceland), Gryla (Iceland), Jolakotturinn or the Christmas Cat (Iceland), Hans Trapp (France), and Père Fouettard (France).

- Before the holiday became known as Christmas, Christmas was once called Yuletide. Yuletide was a Pagan seasonal holiday celebrated by pre-Christian Germanics, and was often referred to an old Norse tradition during the month of December. This Pagan tradition is a 12 day long celebration starting with the eve of Winter Solstice (December 21st)!

To @salamifuposey, @strawbunniiee, and to everyone else who wants to read it! Have yourselves a wonderful Christmas, Happy Holidays, Yuletide Greetings, and a happy Winter Solstice!

[The Mushroom Kingdom became much colder than everyone thought it would be. Winter blanketed the houses and streets with thick sheets of glistening snow. What was once the scenic landscapes of autumn is now a world of ice. The winds grew strong as temperatures dropped, chilling the brisk air. Large snowflakes soared and flew, riding the winds before landing delicately on snowy hills and frosted windows. Huddled inside their homes, the citizens of the Mushroom Kingdom wasted no time in welcoming the new season. To the young ones, snow meant holiday fun - and they were right! Fireplaces were lit, warm cups of cocoa filled their bellies, children played games, and families gathered close to warm up for the night. The same can be said for the Mushroom Castle. Inside the castle, the servants and staff all came together, enjoying the weather from out the windows while keeping the place from freezing. Soon, the clouds parted as night approached, revealing a illuminous crescent moon way up in the black sky. One of the maids looks out through the window.]

Stella (Maid #1): *sighs* “It looks so beautiful...”

Gertrude (Maid #2): *dusting a vase* “Oh, it is quiet lovely, innit?”

Stella: “I don’t believe we were expecting this much snow.”

Gertrude: “We weren’t! Earlier ago was perhaps the biggest snowstorm I’ve ever seen.”

Stella: “Mine too.”

Gertrude: “Times like these remind me of my days as a little girl. My family and I would sit around near the fireplace and each one of us would tell ghost stories while the winds blew on.”

Stella: “Ghost stories? During this time of the year?”

Gertrude: “Yes! We still do to this day. You see, older holiday traditions were deeply rooted in the existence of spirits and other creepy creatures. When winter comes, the trees, the grass, every plant life dies, and so the world becomes a place fit for ghosts and goblins. It is the only time when the barrier between our world and the next becomes thinner than before.”

Stella: “Wow... I didn’t know that.”

Gertrude: “The old ways have become a thing in the past nowadays, but they are not forgotten. With each generation, more families would rather be merry than scare others with such frightful tales. Not that I’m complaining, of course."

Stella: “Heh, nights like this would be the perfect setting for a ghost story...”

Gertrude: “Indeed.”

[The winds whistle, blowing bits of snow up into the brisk, chill air. Stella watches as snowflakes dance as soft flurries. She can now see why the old tales of spirits were so prevalent during the winter. As she admires the weather, Stella hears a strange sound. It was not a whistle... but it was harmonizing with the winds.]

Stella: “Did you hear that?”

Gertrude: “I did.”

Stella: “What was that?”

Gertrude: *amused* “It must be the spirits, love. They do like hearing us talking about them.” 

[Meanwhile, in her chamber, Princess Peach sits comfortably in her armchair, cozy by the fire. A soft, furry shawl wraps around her shoulders and arms and in her hands is a hot cup of tea. She looks up at her window; the sound of the whistling wind caught her attention. Soon, she hears a distant, harmonizing melody along with the wind. Peach gets up from her seat and walks towards the window. She listens closely. She smiles... she knows whose voice that is. Her finger traces the cold window pane, drawing a small heart. A few seconds later, a larger heart is drawn from the outside by something invisible. The blizzard outside then reveals a mitten-like paw reaching out and placing itself where Peach's hand is at.]

Peach: *smiling warmly* "I love you too, Phantom..."

[Out from the darkness, a familiar face appears. His sapphire eyes glow, shimmering like the snowflakes falling from the sky. Slowly, Phantom's paw phases through the window and softly - gracefully - caresses Peach's cheek. Her face grows warmer by his touch, blushing immensely, as she slightly tugs his hand.]

Peach: "Why don't you come in? It's much warmer inside."

[Phantom phases through, accepting her invitation.]

Phantom: *grins* "Gladly..."

[He then pulls Peach in with a gentle kiss, his arms wrapped around her in a cozy embrace. Her shawl drops to the floor as she surrenders to her ghostly lover.]

[robster2016]

Frau Pertcha

[kickingitwithkirk]

J3 Bingo Card

*Smooth- Two Guys and the Girl from the Institution

* “Can I Kiss You?”- La Princesse Vierge

*Jewelry/Piercings- Winchester’s Folly IV

*Foreplay -Paschal Moon 2.0 1/2

*Dirty Talk- Destroying Angels

* “I can’t even look at you now” -HunterCorp!Winchesters🛑

*Chopsticks- An Unexpected Love

*Jensen Photo

*Camping- Paschal Moon

*Dungeon- Frau Pertcha or Krampus’s Gal-Pal is a Bitch

*Cock Worship- Always with the Scissors

*Seduction- A Timeless Obsession

*BFF- Blame the Pot Pie II

*Sexting Anne Marie

* “Did you just tell the person I was gonna ask out that we’re dating?” - Mascara & Masquerade

*Free Space- Eyes on Me II

-wip🛑

[shadysadie]

Ladies, don’t forget to finish all your spinning and weaving before twelfth night so Frau Pertcha doesn’t come disembowel you

[samianneart]

A little Krampusnacht gift: Tea and Krampus card for #atcitupwithfriends #teaandcoffee theme. This one is going to be a bigger painting I think eventually. In the meantime, enjoy my bad pun as #krampus and Pertcha have a little cafe break before their busy night. #ottawaart #ottawaartist #tea https://www.instagram.com/p/B5s1uL_ARAe/?igshid=r7kof0zdook3

[quase-bruxa]

Celebração do Dia 25 DE DEZEMBRO Os festejos de Natal originaram-se nas antigas celebrações universais do solstício de inverno. Apenas no século IV foi escolhida esta data, que coincide com o nascimento de vários deuses solares e da vegetação, como Tammuz, Osíris, Attis, Dionísio e Mithra. Por ser basicamente um festival da luz e do Sol, era dedicado aos deuses solares nascidos de suas Mães Virgens – Spenta Armaiti, Mirrha, Ísis, Maria, Rhiannon e Coatlicue. À meia noite deste dia, os sacerdotes emergiam dos altares subterrâneos anunciando “A Virgem deu à luz, a escuridão diminuiu”. As civilizações mexicanas, peruanas e dos nativos americanos, também celebravam o nascimento da Criança Divina. Em Roma, celebrava-se o “Dies Natalis Invicto”, o nascimento do Sol Invicto e o fim dos festejos libertinos da Saturnália. Sacaea, comemoração do nascimento do deus solar de sua Divina Mãe na Babilônia. Celebração da deusa Astarte, na Mesopotânia, conhecida como Athar Samayin pelos aramaicos, Astoreth pelos caanitas e Aisha Qandisha pelos marroquinos. Ela era a Grande Mãe, regente do céu e do planeta Vênus. No folclore alemão, há uma lenda sobre uma bruxa chamada Lutzelfrau, que voava montada em uma vassoura levando infortúnios para aqueles que não a presenteavam. De acordo com um antigo costume dos camponeses, neste dia as crianças usavam máscaras e iam de casa em casa pedindo dinheiro e doces em nome de Lutzelfrau. A origem desta lenda é a antiga celebração da deusa Pertcha, a Mãe Terra, que era homenageada com oferendas para que proporcionasse um ano abundante e feliz. Continuação de Juvenália, a festa romana das crianças, que recebiam presentes e se divertiam com jogos, teatro de marionetes e danças com fantasias e máscaras. Antigo festival Jolnir, na Escandinávia, honrando o deus Odin com oferendas de cervejas especialmente preparadas para a ocasião, homenageando também as almas dos heróis mortos em combate. *informações extraídas do livro “ O Anuário da Grande Mãe”, de Mirella Faur.

[4tarosho]

i honestly miss how predictable gilded was bc im reading cursed rn and i feel like ive been hit with a million plot twists

why is the metaphorical goalpost being shifted every few chapters? why are so many things happening at once? who thought the whole princess-leads-an-army-of-monsters thing was a good idea? who thought pertcha taking serildas pregnant body while serildas ghost watches was a good idea? why am i still so emotionally invested in this? the children are gone??? gild didnt even get to see his parents??