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serenity-bitty · 2 years
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Soooo.....
I’m bi now. Huh.
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knizuu · 1 month
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Doodles I thought was funny because I needed to figure out my story somewhere-🫧
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threeawfulfruits · 7 months
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Dear diary,
Misinterpreted the master of the lamp’s wish for his enemy to be “hung like a witch.”
Now his rival is swanging that thang. Their sexual tension has ratcheted to stifling levels. Help.
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sciderman · 11 months
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Does she do a *good* British accent?
is there truly such a thing as a good british accent? this is still up for philosophical debate
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jackdawgrins · 12 days
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Some sketches of my fire genasi Aberrant Mind Sorcerer, Abraxas son of Magnus, inspired by TMA.
Abra's a cranky, power thirsty diva with some homicidal tendencies, who turned his back on his previous adventuring party in pursuit of powerful artifacts. Some bullshit occurs, and he crosses the gith and ends up stuffed in a stasis flask and flung to the far reaches of the Astral sea. Nearly 300 years later, a rift in reality brings his flask hurtling to the ground at the feet of his current companions.
My DM homebrewed an eldritch amulet for me, connected to The Beholding. (He's also a TMA fan, so we had a lot of fun)
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changeling-rin · 6 months
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What to expect if Lore is your genie? (Make a wish, Servo+)
He grants all your wishes, in almost the way you meant them, but definitely in the most ridiculous way possible. He's not out to cause harm, or to be malicious, but he's absolutely going to be chaotic about it. Wishing for a million bucks inevitably spawns a herd of a million male deer, but each with a single dollar stuck to their antlers. They're all tame enough to let you take the dollar off but like. That's a lot of deer that you own now. Where are you going to keep them???
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lpbear · 1 month
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@megisunemployed on tiktok
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ratguy-nico · 3 months
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i decide to start working in the BLT scketch from Valentine and realize I drew them purely from memory I dont have a single reference in the canvas XD WTF
And now that I have reference, I actually made pretty decent job. Didn't know I have them so fresh in my mind XD
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batri-jopa · 5 months
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Why are all the shapeshifters so fucking cool?
Nimona
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T1000
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Genie
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Could it be that being a shapeshifter usually have those aro / ace / nonbinary vibes
of never fitting to only one definition? as if not touching the Earth? and pining to belong somewhere?
but also
of no rule applying directly to you? as if you were free from being judged? and thus free to be whoever you choose?
But this kind of freedom is both a blessing and a curse. Because being one of a kind means you're all alone in the whole world.
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disneyllect · 1 year
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browneyesandhair · 5 months
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I did a thing …
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greenmoons · 2 months
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How to explain what an air gensai is: Imagine Avatar Aang with the skin color of the other avatar as a Genie.
That's what I said when I needed to explain my D&D character. 😂
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onlinehorseproblems · 6 months
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Me: Oh Genie that you have to choose-your-words-really-carefully with... I'm going to Nyc for a trip, all I ask for is guidance.
Genie: Okay
*these guys show up*
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sophfandoms53 · 2 years
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Secret Rings is underrated tbh
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sylphscope · 2 years
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Every night you dream that you talk to a genie, when you wake up you can't remember what you wished for. One morning you wake up with a giant crab pincer replacing your right arm. What do you do?
First, I'd probably stare at it and do several double-takes. Also, several double-clicks.
Second, if we're being realistic, I'd probably figure it was still a dream, and then roll over to go back to sleep.
Then, upon awakening again, I might panic. All manner of panic, as you do.
Then, as I'm continuing to panic, but eventually remembering I haven't had breakfast yet, I'd go make breakfast. It would be trickier than I'm used to, what with the claw, but I'd manage eventually. Maybe I'd even crack open some fancy pistachios, because hey, that's MUCH easier now.
Having had a good meal, and perhaps with some panicked and weirded-out advice from friends or family, I might go to urgent care to see a doctor. I'd wear, like, some kind of blanket or loose jacket to shield myself from staring strangers. I'd probably freak out the doctor, but they might at least give me some recommendations. (Although I might not be likely to go visit the practical effects expert, or the marine biologist, or the exorcist.)
But, after some deliberation, I'd finally remember my dreams with the genie. Vaguely.
It'd maybe be enough to make me start looking into stuff like lucid dreaming. I'd do research, take lessons, look up carcinization, read lots of fantasy and isekai.
Anyway, by this point, I'd imagine that quite a few days and nights would have gone by, each with me not fully remembering my exchanges with the dream genie. No one else would have spontaneously grown crab pincers, but several other strange things might have happened. For instance, I might not have recalled before that my neighbor had fiery breath and guarded her house on the hill from intruders, but it's a very efficient deterrent, so, good for her.
In any case, after much trial and error and various shenanigans and several fantastic selfies and in-jokes, I'd finally start to get the hang of this lucid dreaming business. At long last, I'd approach the genie in my dreamscape.
"Why can't I remember what I've been wishing for from you?" I'd ask breathlessly, clacking my crab pincer in agitation.
The genie would smile pleasantly and laugh. "Me, taking wish requests from you?" they'd chortle. "Certainly not. I've simply enjoyed chatting with you each night for some nice company. Even if I did grant your wishes, I'd only give you three. It would be ridiculous to grant anyone so many as all the times I've visited you."
"Huh??" I'd bluster. "But--but what about--what about this?" I'd gesture, perhaps unnecessarily, at my right arm.
Again, the genie would laugh. "Oh, that?" they'd say with an amiable shrug. "You told me once how you hurt your thumb when trying to open pistachios. I just thought I'd help you out some."
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silent-scribbs · 2 years
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Every night you dream that you talk to a genie, when you wake up you can't remember what you wished for. One morning you wake up with a giant crab pincer replacing your right arm. What do you do?
You find yourself in Princess Zelda's castle. Getting up, you notice that it's not just your arm that's a giant crab pincer - your body is slowly morphing and transforming into a crab entirely! You check yourself in the mirror, but are distracted momentarily by a painting of the royal family, and feel a strange but intense attraction to the king. You've never felt this way before! You find yourself lost in the painting, obsessively thinking about this new infatuation, unaware of the transformation your body is still undergoing. You hear a voice that isn't your own speak.
You feel you do not have control anymore. Your mind is no longer your own. Your body is no longer your own, for it is now that of a crab. You feel like you are observing the events that take place, yet experiencing it first-hand. Weightless, like a kite being strung along, as the crab that took over you follows princess Zelda. Outside, dark clouds surround the kingdom of Hyrule, the forest nearby ablaze. The voice speaks again, muttering to itself: "Gonna fuck your father. Fuck your father."
The sun rises, scaring away the dark clouds, as a small figure of green accompanied by a palm-sized source of light appears before Zelda outside. You bow before the King, for you greatly respect him, and he you. You repeat the only thing you've been able to say since transforming, for it is the only thing that the crab seems capable of saying.
Through the castle walls you can faintly hear the conversation between the princess and the unknown figure. You swear you've heard this play out before, right? There is laughter. Not from Zelda, but two oddly familiar voices. Two men. Surely that isn't the stranger, right? From the window, they seem fairly young, or perhaps they are merely short? You hear a loud SLURMP.
It becomes clear. You remember everything. You remember exactly what happened. The scene rushes to your mind vividly. Afterall, it was the same. Exact. Scene. Every night.
You were in bed, sitting up to stretch. Next to you, interrupting your stretch, would be a genie. Not just any genie, either, for you were ever the pop culture reference enjoyer. It was the Genie, the blue childhood funnyman that many adore. He would speak to you in silly mannerisms, constant improv and references, but it was always the same thing: "If you could wish for anything, within the rules of wishmaking, what would it be?" And you would always answer the same way, more confident in your answer as the dreams continued.
And then it hits you like a truck.
You wished you could be in an episode of Game Grumps
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