An independent portrayal of The Wicked Witch of the West. Penned by http://ᴅᴇᴇᴛᴢɪᴇ/.
𝘎𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯? 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵
𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵. 𝘔𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘴
𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜.
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TᕼE ᗯIᑕKEᗪ ᗯITᑕᕼ
Oᖴ TᕼE ᗯEᔕT.
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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 -
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 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?'"
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. ❞
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 -
The ones that weren't capable of talking back to her, anyways...
The ones that weren't capable of talking back to her, anyways...
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.
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.
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. -
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 -
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. ❞
"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?"
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. ❞
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂
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I like giving off the impression that Elphaba is both actually really twisted and evil, but also a massive cornball, and doofus.
Like, those are just the vibes I get from her in all the media I've consumed with this version of the character.
I like giving off the impression that Elphaba is both actually really twisted and evil, but also a massive cornball, and doofus.
Like, those are just the vibes I get from her in all the media I've consumed with this version of the character.
She grips her broom and looks around, frustrated with the unfamiliarity of it all. Where has she landed? Not in Oz anymore, she'd guess.
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She grips her broom and looks around, frustrated with the unfamiliarity of it all. Where has she landed? Not in Oz anymore, she'd guess.
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Her voice growled into a roar, her fingertips glistening with magical power. She didn't care to know who insulted her; but whoever did wasn't about -
Her voice growled into a roar, her fingertips glistening with magical power. She didn't care to know who insulted her; but whoever did wasn't about -
“This isn’t Oz, or whatever place this is. Or did Tom & Jerry decided to drag you in their frenemy nonsense to here?”
- Solid Snake -
- Experienced writer!
- Temp Pinned!
- Solid Snake -
- Experienced writer!
- Temp Pinned!
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• The one and only Pink Ranger
• Adult themes
• 21 + / MDNI
• Friendly writer
• DMs open for plot
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• The one and only Pink Ranger
• Adult themes
• 21 + / MDNI
• Friendly writer
• DMs open for plot
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