“Queen of the Wasteland”

It seems that the radiation has certain effects for some people~
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Mmmmmmm

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"HELLoween Darkness" is out now!
Happy Halloween from @adelinathernstrom.bsky.social and myself.
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"Tempest of Love"
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Featuring my lovely wife @adelinathernstrom.bsky.social , and I being spooky and playful~

“Sun Bathing”
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Witch Pirate Delia - pinup
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🎃Happy Spooky Month~🎃
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“Midnight Serenade”
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Adelina loves to bring back some toys for home when she visits your town 💜

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a woman in a blue dress is standing in front of a table with candles . ALT: a woman in a blue dress is standing in front of a table with candles .

Hexes and chill~

The velvet beneath me was cool, but inside I burned with hunger. The smoke that curled from my lips wasn’t smoke at all—it was *him*. His scream tore from his essence as I pulled it out, strand by strand, savoring every shiver of resistance. I felt him clawing at me, begging, promising—anything for release. But his words were just a flutter against the walls of my mind, powerless, delicious. His soul was sweet, sharp like wine laced with blood, and as I drew him deeper into myself, I let my blackened lips curl into a smile. The pendant at my throat throbbed, and with a gentle touch I guided the remnants of him downward, into the waiting crystal. I heard him *slam* against its walls, howling, trapped. His light flickered inside the gem, a frantic, suffocated thing, beating against glass that would never break. I whispered to him, low and cruel, my voice honey over poison. *“You belong to me now. Every breath you ever took, every memory, every hope… all of it will wither inside me until you’re nothing but silence.”* His glow dimmed, swallowed by the crystal’s endless black heart, and I reclined deeper into the velvet couch, already craving my next victim. The shadows clung to me like worshippers, and the room seemed to pulse with my power. One soul devoured. Another imprisoned. And eternity stretched before me—hungry, waiting.

“She Who Devours”
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Let play a game of tag…I’ll even be it first!

Ready? Go!

*THOOM*
*THOOM*

*squish*

Oh…well. Tag…you’re it~

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The Witcher’s medallion buzzed furiously as Geralt stepped into the crimson-lit chamber. The air reeked of incense and power. Upon the throne of stone and gold chains lounged Delia, the Witch Goddess, her violet hair glowing like twilight flame, her skin marked with sacred tattoos that pulsed faintly with life. Geralt drew steel—yet the blade felt suddenly heavy, impossibly so. With a playful curl of her lips, Delia lifted her hand, jeweled rings glinting in the firelight. “You’ve hunted monsters all your life, White Wolf,” she purred, her voice rich as velvet. “But tell me… what will you do as one so very small?” Before he could answer, she snapped her fingers. The world convulsed. Geralt gasped as the chamber stretched around him into a cathedral of stone, her massive bracelets gleaming above like golden towers. When his vision cleared, he stood no taller than the chain links adorning her chest. Delia leaned forward, eyes glittering with wicked delight, and dangled him between her fingers like a trinket. “You’ll hang here now,” she whispered, fastening him to one of her golden rings as if he were nothing more than an ornament. “A wolf reduced to a charm for his Goddess.” Her laughter echoed, filling the chamber, as Geralt struggled against her hold—tiny, defiant, and forever trapped as hers.

“The Witch’s Witcher”
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[Pebble]

“Geralt?! How long have you been there? How did you even get there? What’s your explanation this time…”

#SizeSky

I chose him for silence. He had a loud mouth in life, every word a thorn in my ear, so I desired to still him. The ritual began with grave soil mixed into the ashes, dark and damp. The circle closed around him as I whispered his name. He mocked the process, even as the mirror splintered in my hand—until the first crack of his skin. It spread from his throat, a thin gray line crawling across his chest, then branching into his limbs like veins of marble. His laughter turned to stuttering gasps as his flesh stiffened. I watched his fingers claw upward, desperate to move, but they froze mid-grasp, locked like brittle branches in winter. When his mouth opened to scream, the stone overtook his tongue. He is now forever captured in that moment—eyes wide, jaw agape, horror preserved as art. I placed him in the garden, where moss already curls at his feet. Rain streaks his stone cheeks as though he still weeps. Sometimes, when the wind shifts, I swear I hear the faintest echo of his voice beneath the earth. He has become more beautiful in silence than he ever was in life.

Journal of the Witch Goddess: Subject #2 “The Man of Stone”

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#witches #spells #goddess

**Journal of the Witch Goddess: Subject #1 “The Chocolate”** Tonight, the spell took hold sweeter than poison. His name was whispered into the ashes, his breath sealed in glass, and with one knot of moonlight thread, his form unraveled. He screamed—oh, how small a scream becomes when the body folds inward, when bone and flesh compress into sugared shell. In my palm he lay: a single piece of chocolate, no larger than a coin. Still warm. Still alive. Still aware. His eyes—gone. His voice—gone. Yet the pulse of his terror lingered in the sweetness, as though each grain of sugar carried his panic. I turned him over in my hand, again and again, debating. To consume him would be to finish the spell utterly. To let him remain would be to keep a soul forever trapped in confection. At last, temptation won. I placed him on my tongue. He melted quickly, terror dissolving into bittersweet silence. And with that swallow, he was gone

Journal of the Witch Goddess:

Subject #1 “The Chocolate”

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Submission looks good on you~
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I don’t need permission to end cities…only the mood~
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This was a fun render to make. I’m glad that it suits the story well! 💜

"Swallowed By Desire" a commissioned project I just finished
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Another throwback render scene!
When @adelinathernstrom.bsky.social is the ultimate DM...anything can happen!
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I was heavily influenced by the game Grounded when I created this. Some of you will know the exact reference~

"The Witching Hour"

This is a throwback render scene of the time when @jennythewitch.bsky.social and I had a most entertaining time of terrorizing this city. In fact, I believe this city is now part of the collection under Jenny's dome. If you know, you know~
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You can start running now. Or not. Makes no difference to me. Either way, I’ll still get ya~ #sizesky #giantess

Wishing you all a happy New Year 2025! Maybe you'll be lucky enough to be around me at midnight for a giant kiss 😚💋
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Myself and @adelinathernstrom.bsky.social enjoying a nice holiday stroll through the city. 😏
Wishing you all a lovely Christmas, or whatever day you celebrate today! Witchy kisses 💜💜💜
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I’m quite confident that I can make any tree that much prettier~ #sizesky
Happy holidays to you all 💜💜💜!!

“Holiday Sweets”
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Hold the tiny

I wanna hold a tiny like this.......... #sizesky #giantess

This world might seem vast to you, but it’s nothing but a plaything in the palm of my hand. Mine to keep…or to crush~🌍✋💥 #sizesky #giantess

Awwww 💜