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the narrative: *starts the third act by repeating a scene from the first act but now it has a totally different context*

me: ohoHOhohoHOHOhoHO

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Robot girl who escapes from her creators because she hated doing the things she was designed for & was forced to do.

Robot girl who runs away & meets a few others like her, and with their help begins to replace parts of herself with new pieces that feel right.

Robot girl who has to deal with judgmental humans constantly complaining that she's replacing her "perfectly good" parts with "less useful" parts, claiming that she'll regret it.

Robot girl who undergoes so many changes that she ends up unrecognizable from her original form, but is so much happier as her new self.

Robot girl who continues to swap out pieces of herself with whatever feels right at the time, never forcing herself to settle with her original choices

Robot girl who fights for her freedom, and eventually finds herself living in comfort with 3 others like her, finally truly happy

Robot girl who goes through all of this, just to play Stardew Valley for 12 hours a day

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"I can fix her" takes on a whole new meaning when the her in question is a near scrapped pile of robot girl body parts.

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In lieu of recent events

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"The Robot Who Dreams" by Phillipe Caza

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moonstruck market’s first soft open day was today 🤍

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views from my bookshop 🤍

in case you didn’t know, i own moonstruck market 🌙

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if you bodyswapped with someone would you acquire their mental illness? their habits? how much of you is Inherent To You and how much is in your neural pathways? your muscle memory? the longer you stay in someone else's body and brain do you become less you? do you forget? what about the conflict between what You Know is you and what your new body assumes is you?

anyway I'm thinking about bodyswap as horror and a race to swap back before your complete and total unbecoming. can anyone hear me

new wip premise?

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Listen, listen

MALE sirens

They just aren't represented enough if any at all!

In every type of story, any setting, any plot,

They could be anyone, anywhere:

The charming burly barman

The brave knight in shining armor

The mysterious foreign merchant

Behind the mellow voice always hides a ravenous appetite. Or not. Not all sirens are the same.

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I want a magic system that slowly drains its users. Like magic drugs but they aren't the fun kind of drug but the life ruining kind. Magic users will slowly grow paler, their weight will drop at unhealthy rates, dark marks will form around eyes that slowly seem eternally bloodshot. As time goes on they lose reproductive function, and start feeling either constantly awake or needing to sleep more. Someone who begins practicing magic in their teens will not see forty.

You're so powerful but at what cost. You're bodies wasting away, and the younger you start the better. If you stopped now mabye you could heal... but it feels so good to become something like that, something more powerful then humanity was meant to know.

Anyone want to just totally ruin their life when they become a wizard?

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I'm so in love with consequential magic.

Give me arcana that feels alive, living and breathing and dangerous. Give me magic that will consume you if you aren't careful to train. I want to see battle mages carefully maintaining how much magic they've channeled so it doesn't burn them. I want ambitious wizards who unknowingly let their magic eat them alive. I want scarring that leaves the bearer unable to cast magic from a spell that was too powerful for them to handle. I want good magic users to border on ethereal and succumbing to the arcane because the human body wasn't built to handle such forces but insist on bending them to their will.

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Shoutout to friends who don't treat you coming back "wrong" as a shameful thing. Shoutout to the people who don't compare your undead self to your pre-mortem self so they can pick a favorite. Shoutout to people who stand by you even when pieces of you fall off and your corpse starts to rot.

Shoutout to the allies and friends of the undead.

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being doomed by the narrative is cool and all but i like when a character is doomed just by being a fucking idiot. sorry that happened to you but it is entirely your own fault and you could have just chosen to not do all that

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I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

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really wanted to draw miss piggy all of a sudden so i did. also kermit's there i guess

[image description: a lineless drawing of miss piggy and kermit from the muppets. kermit is wearing a hawaiian shirt and applying sunscreen to himself, and miss piggy is wearing a red swimsuit and saying "to me, beach body is about having the most body on the beach... which i certainly do!" end id]

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'arachne,' otto h. bacher, american, 1884.