𝘾𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙈𝙀 𝙒𝙄𝘾𝙆𝙀𝘿.
@defiling-gravity.bsky.social
❝ Just try to get out of my way, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙮.ᐟ I'll get you, my pretty! 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑳𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑳𝑬 𝑫𝑶𝑮 𝑻𝑶𝑶.ᐟ ❞
An independent portrayal of The Wicked Witch of the West. Penned by http://ᴅᴇᴇᴛᴢɪᴇ/.
An independent portrayal of The Wicked Witch of the West. Penned by http://ᴅᴇᴇᴛᴢɪᴇ/.
Pinned
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𝘎𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯? 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵
𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵. 𝘔𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘴
𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜.
[ #MVRP ]
TᕼE ᗯIᑕKEᗪ ᗯITᑕᕼ
Oᖴ TᕼE ᗯEᔕT.
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𝘎𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯? 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵
𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵. 𝘔𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘴
𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜.
[ #MVRP ]
TᕼE ᗯIᑕKEᗪ ᗯITᑕᕼ
Oᖴ TᕼE ᗯEᔕT.
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Reposted by 𝘾𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙈𝙀 𝙒𝙄𝘾𝙆𝙀𝘿.
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𝕴 𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖋 𝕳𝖞𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖊. 𝕬𝖘 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖆𝖓𝖞 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗, 𝖎𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖒𝖞 𝖉𝖚𝖙𝖞 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖆𝖋𝖊𝖌𝖚𝖆𝖗𝖉 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖙 𝖒𝖞 𝖕𝖊𝖔𝖕𝖑𝖊. 𝕰𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖎𝖋 𝕴 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖐 𝖒𝖞 𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖊.
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#ZeldaRP #MVRP
𝕴 𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖋 𝕳𝖞𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖊. 𝕬𝖘 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖆𝖓𝖞 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗, 𝖎𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖒𝖞 𝖉𝖚𝖙𝖞 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖆𝖋𝖊𝖌𝖚𝖆𝖗𝖉 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖙 𝖒𝖞 𝖕𝖊𝖔𝖕𝖑𝖊. 𝕰𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖎𝖋 𝕴 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖐 𝖒𝖞 𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖊.
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#ZeldaRP #MVRP
Totk Tears Of The Kingdom
ALT: Totk Tears Of The Kingdom
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July 28, 2026 at 10:10 PM
Reposted by 𝘾𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙈𝙀 𝙒𝙄𝘾𝙆𝙀𝘿.
Reposted by 𝘾𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙈𝙀 𝙒𝙄𝘾𝙆𝙀𝘿.
Reposted by 𝘾𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙈𝙀 𝙒𝙄𝘾𝙆𝙀𝘿.
April 18, 2026 at 3:44 PM
❝ What a fowl evening… ❞
April 13, 2026 at 4:59 AM
❝ What a fowl evening… ❞
Reposted by 𝘾𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙈𝙀 𝙒𝙄𝘾𝙆𝙀𝘿.
❝ Aaaahahahahaha! ❞
Smoke swerves like a snake across the western sky. They travel in serpentine maneuvers, spelling out letters, then words.
Plunging upwards from the plumes is a single broomstick, its rider cackling madly above the message she’s made in the blue.
【 I ‘ M B A C K ! 】
Smoke swerves like a snake across the western sky. They travel in serpentine maneuvers, spelling out letters, then words.
Plunging upwards from the plumes is a single broomstick, its rider cackling madly above the message she’s made in the blue.
【 I ‘ M B A C K ! 】
April 10, 2026 at 11:04 PM
❝ Aaaahahahahaha! ❞
Smoke swerves like a snake across the western sky. They travel in serpentine maneuvers, spelling out letters, then words.
Plunging upwards from the plumes is a single broomstick, its rider cackling madly above the message she’s made in the blue.
【 I ‘ M B A C K ! 】
Smoke swerves like a snake across the western sky. They travel in serpentine maneuvers, spelling out letters, then words.
Plunging upwards from the plumes is a single broomstick, its rider cackling madly above the message she’s made in the blue.
【 I ‘ M B A C K ! 】
❝ True enough. People fear what they don't understand. But the spells they fear the most -- are the ones that can hurt them. Poison. Petrification. Storms. ❞
She snaps her fingers as if to demonstrate how easily she could conjure up any one of those spells as easily as a gesture. No one could -
She snaps her fingers as if to demonstrate how easily she could conjure up any one of those spells as easily as a gesture. No one could -
"There is nothing in this world that cannot inspire fear. With enough imagination, surely any spell could be considered 'dark magic.'"
September 7, 2025 at 11:30 PM
❝ True enough. People fear what they don't understand. But the spells they fear the most -- are the ones that can hurt them. Poison. Petrification. Storms. ❞
She snaps her fingers as if to demonstrate how easily she could conjure up any one of those spells as easily as a gesture. No one could -
She snaps her fingers as if to demonstrate how easily she could conjure up any one of those spells as easily as a gesture. No one could -
❝ The more fear it strikes into people's souls, dearie. The less you understand of it, the better. ❞
A force like electricity travels between her fingertips. She manages to catch it each time; control it as easily as breathing, but not once do her eyes break gaze with her own.
❝ It's not for the -
A force like electricity travels between her fingertips. She manages to catch it each time; control it as easily as breathing, but not once do her eyes break gaze with her own.
❝ It's not for the -
"There's a first time for everything."
She keeps hearing of magic lately. Magic this, spells that. Now she's to believe they have scales of varying darkness? The alien scoffs.
"The more I hear about 'magic,' the less sense it makes. 'Darkest caliber.' And what decides what magic is 'dark?'"
She keeps hearing of magic lately. Magic this, spells that. Now she's to believe they have scales of varying darkness? The alien scoffs.
"The more I hear about 'magic,' the less sense it makes. 'Darkest caliber.' And what decides what magic is 'dark?'"
❝ Hmph. Haven't heard one morsel who hasn't had their ears blasted out by the word, had their hearts shaken to bits by the sheer fear it entails...
Suppose its up to me to catch you up to speed then, dearie. A witch is a wielder of magic. Magic of the darkest caliber. ❞
Suppose its up to me to catch you up to speed then, dearie. A witch is a wielder of magic. Magic of the darkest caliber. ❞
September 7, 2025 at 9:03 PM
❝ The more fear it strikes into people's souls, dearie. The less you understand of it, the better. ❞
A force like electricity travels between her fingertips. She manages to catch it each time; control it as easily as breathing, but not once do her eyes break gaze with her own.
❝ It's not for the -
A force like electricity travels between her fingertips. She manages to catch it each time; control it as easily as breathing, but not once do her eyes break gaze with her own.
❝ It's not for the -
She simply lowers her head and extends her hand towards the back of its neck, caressing it gently, as she did her winged monkeys.
The ones that weren't capable of talking back to her, anyways...
The ones that weren't capable of talking back to her, anyways...
September 7, 2025 at 8:29 PM
She simply lowers her head and extends her hand towards the back of its neck, caressing it gently, as she did her winged monkeys.
The ones that weren't capable of talking back to her, anyways...
The ones that weren't capable of talking back to her, anyways...
❝ Hngh... ❞
She reels her head away, but not after animal slobber stings and burns her face. A slight adverse reaction to water, but it wasn't too bad; not as bad as a splash.
Stumbling backward, she uses a black cloth to wipe the saliva off her skin quickly and huffs and disgruntlement.
She reels her head away, but not after animal slobber stings and burns her face. A slight adverse reaction to water, but it wasn't too bad; not as bad as a splash.
Stumbling backward, she uses a black cloth to wipe the saliva off her skin quickly and huffs and disgruntlement.
September 7, 2025 at 8:26 PM
❝ Hngh... ❞
She reels her head away, but not after animal slobber stings and burns her face. A slight adverse reaction to water, but it wasn't too bad; not as bad as a splash.
Stumbling backward, she uses a black cloth to wipe the saliva off her skin quickly and huffs and disgruntlement.
She reels her head away, but not after animal slobber stings and burns her face. A slight adverse reaction to water, but it wasn't too bad; not as bad as a splash.
Stumbling backward, she uses a black cloth to wipe the saliva off her skin quickly and huffs and disgruntlement.
A thin red mist erupts silently a distance away, then, is dispersed with the wave of a green-skinned hand.
Eerie, hollow eyes peer from the darkness and observe the crying child. How similar it was from that brat from Kanses; an experience like... hopelessness.
Eerie, hollow eyes peer from the darkness and observe the crying child. How similar it was from that brat from Kanses; an experience like... hopelessness.
September 7, 2025 at 8:23 PM
A thin red mist erupts silently a distance away, then, is dispersed with the wave of a green-skinned hand.
Eerie, hollow eyes peer from the darkness and observe the crying child. How similar it was from that brat from Kanses; an experience like... hopelessness.
Eerie, hollow eyes peer from the darkness and observe the crying child. How similar it was from that brat from Kanses; an experience like... hopelessness.
She walks into a set of doors left to ruin by the scars of time. Surrounded by nothing but shadow, she advances into the gloom and the memories.
Wheelers cackle madly as they zoom from every which way behind her, using this old forgotten place as a skating rink of sorts. She doesn't mind them. -
Wheelers cackle madly as they zoom from every which way behind her, using this old forgotten place as a skating rink of sorts. She doesn't mind them. -
September 7, 2025 at 10:30 AM
She walks into a set of doors left to ruin by the scars of time. Surrounded by nothing but shadow, she advances into the gloom and the memories.
Wheelers cackle madly as they zoom from every which way behind her, using this old forgotten place as a skating rink of sorts. She doesn't mind them. -
Wheelers cackle madly as they zoom from every which way behind her, using this old forgotten place as a skating rink of sorts. She doesn't mind them. -
It's not easy being green, is it?
September 7, 2025 at 10:22 AM
It's not easy being green, is it?
Lock your doors, and hide your children. Gloom will devour Oz this night. And the witching hour is at hand.
September 7, 2025 at 9:27 AM
Lock your doors, and hide your children. Gloom will devour Oz this night. And the witching hour is at hand.
❝ That's it, boy. Let out all that anger! Let it blind you until you're as sightless as a bat! Then, all your other senses will suffer all the worse! Kahahaha! ❞
She doubles over in laughter. The witch much enjoyed when others collapsed into fear, but nothing was more satisfying than seeing one -
She doubles over in laughter. The witch much enjoyed when others collapsed into fear, but nothing was more satisfying than seeing one -
❝ WHO ARE YOU CALLING SMALL? I'LL SHOW YOU WHO'S A SMALL PUNY SHRIMP !! I'LL TAKE THAT MAGIC OF YOURS. AND TURN YOU INTO FAIRY DUST. YOU'LL BE SORRY. WHEN YOU HAVE, NOTHING BACK TO SAY. I'LL LEAVE YOU LIKE A DECREPIT OLD HAG. WHO'S SKIN IS MOLDING BEFORE THE SUNRISE !! 💢💢❞
September 7, 2025 at 9:23 AM
❝ That's it, boy. Let out all that anger! Let it blind you until you're as sightless as a bat! Then, all your other senses will suffer all the worse! Kahahaha! ❞
She doubles over in laughter. The witch much enjoyed when others collapsed into fear, but nothing was more satisfying than seeing one -
She doubles over in laughter. The witch much enjoyed when others collapsed into fear, but nothing was more satisfying than seeing one -
❝ A pleasure, eh? Now, I / know / they've done a fowl job of capturing my wickedness... Not a sliver of fear on you... ❞
“ oh not at all! it’s such a pleasure to meet you. ”
❝ Hm? You're speaking nonsense, dearie. Perhaps what you meant to say was... stage play. But I doubt any mere performer could capture my essence anyway... ❞
September 7, 2025 at 9:18 AM
❝ A pleasure, eh? Now, I / know / they've done a fowl job of capturing my wickedness... Not a sliver of fear on you... ❞
❝ Oh, that was cancelled ages ago! If they're still fighting, then that means they still think the party's going... And I'll admit, the thought is amusing! ❞
“I do... But if I know them, they’re probably busy wrecking havoc down at the studio lot. If not, then the fighting tournament they’re in is another option.”
❝ You! You know that infernal cat and mouse, don't you?! Where are they!? I should give them a piece of my mind for interfering with my plans! ❞
September 7, 2025 at 9:16 AM
❝ Oh, that was cancelled ages ago! If they're still fighting, then that means they still think the party's going... And I'll admit, the thought is amusing! ❞
❝ Hmph. Haven't heard one morsel who hasn't had their ears blasted out by the word, had their hearts shaken to bits by the sheer fear it entails...
Suppose its up to me to catch you up to speed then, dearie. A witch is a wielder of magic. Magic of the darkest caliber. ❞
Suppose its up to me to catch you up to speed then, dearie. A witch is a wielder of magic. Magic of the darkest caliber. ❞
》 @defiling-gravity.bsky.social
"I have heard the others refer to you as a 'witch.' I possess no direct translation for this word. Would you be kind enough to provide a definition?"
"I have heard the others refer to you as a 'witch.' I possess no direct translation for this word. Would you be kind enough to provide a definition?"
September 7, 2025 at 9:16 AM
❝ Hmph. Haven't heard one morsel who hasn't had their ears blasted out by the word, had their hearts shaken to bits by the sheer fear it entails...
Suppose its up to me to catch you up to speed then, dearie. A witch is a wielder of magic. Magic of the darkest caliber. ❞
Suppose its up to me to catch you up to speed then, dearie. A witch is a wielder of magic. Magic of the darkest caliber. ❞
Reposted by 𝘾𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙈𝙀 𝙒𝙄𝘾𝙆𝙀𝘿.
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