Every Night You Dream That You Talk To A Genie, When You Wake Up You Can't Remember What You Wished For.

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?

Release the crab. It's crab time

I'm listening 👀

Not to be a whore but I need to hold a girl's waist and call her pretty right NOW or I may simply die.

Ruth sat down on the large beat up wall to think for a while. Lost in his thoughts; the sound of thunder caught his attention and He looked up to see the clouds were a heavy grey color. It was oddly comforting to him to hear the sounds of magic fire beating and fighting against the cold, soft, rain while he sat. He listened for the wind to howl before whistling along with. The rustling trees adding to the symphony of sounds during the storm. Thinking of his family and the crew only made him smile as countless memories rushed through his head. Many people considered him odd for letting the blue fire magic he uses to keep himself noticeable waste away in the rain, but to him it was somewhat calming. They'll understand someday...right?

Enjoying the rain. -A.s.c.21

Just some more lore :D

When do I hit the point of not introducing any more characters and just start making them all look like little scrunkly scrimblos

Did some sketches and slight redesigns of ocs!