The Genie's Diary is a creative writing exercise which I am keeping track of on Tumblr.
Story
Digee is a bound genie who, after being transformed into a genie and traped in their lamp, grants the wishes of the people who find Their lamp.
About Digee
Art by Kim "Kitty Ocean" Houtzager
My name is Digee ("Dee-Gee").
I am non-binary (They/Them) and Sex-Favorable AroAce.
I am a genie. I used to be human but the lamp I found gobbled me up and turned me into a genie.
Really, I don't miss being a human, it kinda sucked.
How The Blog Works
Every weekday (give or take, AuADHD is a hecka thing), I draw a Tarot Card and write an entry based on it. Ideally it will be about the day to day business of being a genie but who knows what goes through my mind at 7am. My first draft is done physically, using a fountain pen, which is then redone in markdown.
Asks
Use asks to ask for a wish! These will be answered on weekends on a "when I can be bothered" basis. I may also draw the wish being granted!
All asks will target PG-13, there will be be NO garantees of drawing quality.
I asked questions here before, but never actually wished for something until now. I wish that I could meet my OC Sally Suds in real life for a day
Sorry, but that's one of those wishes you're really not going to get out of a relative neophite genie like me-- or even someone like Fra, she assures me. The sheer amout of technicals to get stuff like broaching the walls of reality right is -- and I'm quoting Fra on this -- "Unmitigated Wizard Insanity."
Hi, the Kwyjibo behind the keyfabe again. Things haven’t quite gotten to where they need to be for Genie’s Diary to get back going again, but as a make-good, I’m publicly asking for Asks.
Anything you can think of, Wishes, Questions about Lore (such as it is) or just personal questions for Digee, Fra, Chrissie, or Oriana.
Heck if you have any questions for the a big, dumb, balding North American Scottish ape with no chin and short temper behind the keyboard and how this all gets done then go for it!
Are there any Genie Stereotypes you think need to be disproven for any future masters?
(Art By Kim "Kitty Ocean" Houtzager)
Hi! Fractal here! I'm fielding this one as Digee is still having some R&R to Themselves (Well, with that mermaid pod They like to hang around with. Not that I am one to judge. I have my own strawberry people) but I checked with Them and they're in agreement with this answer so I think that counts.
(If it doesn't, I'm Their Overseer and I can make the rules up as I go along. So there :p)
I think the worst sterotype about us Genies that Gaians have is the idea that us denizens of the Sleeping Sand Star are slaves and are bound to whoever rubs our vessel.
(Art by Kim "Kitty Ocean" Houtzager, Lined by Digee)
(Sigh), that movie… That blue hunk hides behind A Lot of problems.
(Clears throat)
What gaians need to understand is that the relationship we have with the Verdent Life Star (As Gaia is known as on the star chart. That's your little bit of knowlege for the day!) is one of mutual benifit. We can use our magics to work upon the confluences of the people whose life-paths cross our own and that in turn produces more magical energies for both Gaia and the Sleeping Sand.
It is true that when a genie starts their training, and travel to Gaia for the first time -- or they have just been familiarized, as is the case with Digee -- they are bound to their vessel, but that's something entirely different. If a master really ticks them right off, even a Genie under a gais can just as easily go back in and pop back in their cave.
(Do I explain how that all works right now? … Nah.)
Point is, you can't really make a genie do anything for you unless you deal in some real nasty, capital-double u-Wizard bad juju.
It's a wish, not a demand. They're greatful you answered the call of the confluences, but we work on mutual respect and if your not careful, a thousand bucks is the least of your problems.
We can very easily leave you in a mess of your own making and leave it for others to clean up. Most of us don't want to, but we are not pushovers.
But that's an edge case thing, most of you are very lovely people, and only accidentally step on our 'toes' with stuff the TV has taught you.
Just a little something to keep in mind if you come across a lamp or a bottle in the future.
Sorry for the lack of posting over the last couple of weeks. To quickly explain I was ill for a bit and that kind of threw everything for a loop for a bit.
It also gave me time to think and I will be going on a small haitus.
Digee suffers from a bout of low-motivation. What happens when semi-phonomical cosmic powers colides with very human burnout?
I … fell like I've got nothing.
Sorry I've not been at the pen and paper, lately, but I just haven't been feeling it, lately.
There wasn't even a moment to set me off. Everything just stopped feeling as magical as it ahd been. I get everything can't be an amazing mermaid adventure of trans-discovery, but being a genie should have been enough to keep the job exciting right?
Oh… Oh find me in the alps, I just called it a job!
I… Might be burning out. I can feel it. The last few masters were a blur of regular 'find the lamp in an antique store' types who I absolutely cut corners (and spared one idiot the 100 male deer gag) and wish-granting at speed just to get back into the lamp ASAP.
Gods, even the ol' desire to sleep all day is setting in.
… Maybe I should lean on it.
I'm getting better at forcing my lamp to stay in the cave. I might be able to hold out untill the next full moon.
You know, drock it, that's exactly going to do. I'm going to do just that and do nothing for a while.
An unexpected homcoming leads to Digee to reflect on the fact that They now belong somewhere other than Their cave of wonder.
Of all the masters I have had as a genie, I never expected to ever become a wishgranter to Hanaka, the golden tailed daughter of my little mermaid. Never did I ether think that her and her mother, who gave up so much of the human world and "lost" Hanaka to the sea, would ever see eye to eye.
Honestly, when I was released by her, it felt like it was going to be a miricle if I ever saw eye to eye with that gold plated fish scaled ex-royal highness.
Sea witches should really mind their own business.
Also, for a benifit, maybe self-same shouldn't insinuate that I — being a humble wishgranting genie only doing their job — had any input whatsoever in my little mermaid's becoming a human and the subsieuent 15 years of — admitivily disphoric — human life for Hanaka.
Course, the old soaked bat did look after her post transistion so… oh, bah to it!
That's all besides the point, which is impressive given how I can be at my most befuddled.
So, yes, the first few days were mostly her telling me to go away whilst, very frustratingly, not wishing for that, meaning I couldn't.
Gods, at least the eygptian jerk just did the deed.
She only started talkign to me when it was clear that my buggering off (her words) was depending on granting her wishes.
Her first was to sink a ship that was bothering the local merfolk. Something her mother had been ordering ever since Hanaka left for the sea.
For the record, I made it so that the humans got to safety. I am a professional. That, however, earned me the silent treatment after I made it clear that I was not a weapon for her grudge with her mother.
A week later, she made her second wish, she liked exploring caves and the like so she wished to "find a cave that has never been explored by mermaids before."
That — and I must stress I did NOT mean for this to happen — lead to her mother's stash of currios from the surface. The sight of her mother's things left her silent for quite a while. Then she asked — not wished — me to tell me about her mother.
I told her the absolute truth. Her mother loved the land as much as Hanaka loved the sea. That to her mother, escaping to the land freed her soul as much as her own transition had done so for her.
I made it clear her mothers actions now were beyond repoach — both her treatment of her as her son and the attacks now — but that was the truth of it.
That left her quite for some time, more to think than to be annoyed with me.
So, youknow. Progres.
Then, unexpectedly, an envoy from the land came and procalaimed a desire of the people of the land to hold peace talks with the merfolk. They wanted them to send an embasador to broke for a future built on mutual understanding.
Almost imdiately Hanaka demanded to be that envoy. Wished for it too, but fun was I going to grant that. I could see how that was going to play out and I wasn't in the mood to faclitate a war based on a toxic family dynamic exploding into a hot war.
But she was adament, that one. If I wasn't going to grant that wish (and I wasn't) she would go to the one person who she could barter with.
The Sea Witch.
Sea witches are wishgranters of a sort too. Their magics, whilst not as strong as a genies, can work on the confluances we genies apply our work to to grant wishes. They also worked on bartering, so if I wouldn't do it for free, she would for a price.
That price being Hanaka's voice.
Yeah, the old bat wasn't stupid. She wasn't going to play her ward's game ether.
But of course, Hanaka grabbed the nearest magical trinket and started singing into it to give her voice over. At this point she had us both beat so I… stepped (?)… in.
I wouldn't grant her wish, but what I would do was offer to pay the sea witch's price in her stead.
Oh, my voice would come back, that's the fun part about being more or less a cloud of sentient magic. Fra later told me coughing up that much magic would set me back a hundred masters. Fine by me, she was threatening me with a good time, lol.
So it was. Hanaka became the envoy and the sea witch had the voice of a genie.
I, now without voice, had to stand(?) there and watch this all play out whilst hoping the confluances were kind.
When we went to the paliace. It was clear why the queen — my little mermaid — had wanted to broke for peace now of all times.
She was in her bed, dying of a cruel afliction that had stollen all but the horsest wispers of her voice.
I swewar, if that sea witch knew…
So Hanaka talked to her, and she told her mother the truth. That she was happy and loved her life. That she had thought of all the things she would have said if she had found out her mother had died on the chatter of the fish and, seeing her like this, in this land that she loved, suffering like this, made that all moot.
She was, ultimately, Hanaka's mother. She didn't have to — nor would never — forget the past between them, but she could forgive.
To that end, she, as envoy offered a gift. Her third wish— to see her mother to full health.
Of course, minus voice, I couldn't very well say no to that.
From there, things went… well… swimmingly (lol).
The peace accord was brooked between teh land and the sea. Hanaka a mermaid who once walked — became the merfolk's embasador.
The queen — my little mermaid — opened her heart and after a lot of extensive tet-la-tets with Hanaka, came to accept the once human prince as the mermaid ambasador she now was.
And I?
Well, it took a few moons — and the 100 masters of progress that Fra mentioned — but my voice came back.
In the meanwhile, I just relaxed in the rocks, slapping my formed mermaid tail in satisfaction.
That last writing made me wonder: Who's the worst master you got?
Oh boy. You'd think "Worst" would mean some jag-off who was into being abuseive to anything with a pulse but, no. Most times those types can, will, and quickly wish themslves to the hospital via medium of buck — 90% of the rest are quickly dealt with some creative bookmaking when it comes time to grant their wishes.
Alas. It's usually the good ones that attact trouble and this was none more true than my capital W Worst master — through no fault of his own — Phraoh Abjib XII.
Now if yhou know your history, that would seem odd, given history remembers him as a fair and progresive king, and he was.
The problem was his brother, who a) wasn't even in the same ball park of being a nice person and b) (and you will have to forgivre my tone) a jealous bitch who was a right iznogoed.
Sadly, he was also an expert in olde world politics and Abjib got himself got Ceaser style and, to put insult to injury, he put me, who had been something of a good friend to the poor pharoh, cuffed in a kind of metal that saps genies of their powers — some nonsense made by someone who took the name of solomon but I'm pretty sure he wasn't of the baby spliting persuasion (or too much so) to get rid of me.
So dead pharoh, that meant making a mummy and puting it in a tomb. To get rid of me, as I am quite impervious, they decided I, still stuck without any power, be intered with the old pharoh.
Practical upshot, I was wrapped up in bandages, thrown into a hastly made sarcophus, slapped into the side of Abjib's tomb and left to "rot" (such as it were).
"Seriously, look at this thing, made in a day."
Image by Digee
Thankfully, the Sleeping Sand Star has whole department for helping djinn and djinni who get themselves caught up in crap like this so I was eventually rescued.
Unfortuntely for them, the brother croaked it (and not partcuarly longer after they put me away so :p on him) and the egyptian gods don't take partcuarly kind to his sort of shinanigins so he was cursed to be left in the land of the living and to gurard Abjib's tomb, me inside.
Meaning The Returners, as the detpartment was named, fought a mummy.
So, yeah, that was my worst master.
Sad thing is it's only really the good ones that have this sort of thing happen to them.
Page of Cups w/h fumbled 4 of Swords — A peace shattered by sincerity
2025 / 11 / 13
Digee is awakened from Their sleep by a clumbsy, yet sincere plea from their master.
Probably overthinking it but CW: Childhood Trauma
I'm going to confess something that is going to make me sound awful and will lose me followers, I'm sure.
I admit that I don't like kids.
…
No, wait, let me rephrase that.
I don't like working with kids.
It's simply a matter of professionalism. Kids don't have a great grasp on what they want before they are of age (if that, some people, a lot of people, to be honest, never do) and sometimesthat can just lead to some real nonsense going down.
It's not their fault, for sure, but still, I didn't work with kids in my pantaloon days, and I am just as ill-equiped to do so now. But, sadly, the confluances are what they are, so if a kid picks up my lamp, then there's precious fanny fun all I can do about it.
Which is a fair amount of words to say how I ended up being the "imaginary friend" of a preciousious boy some time ago.
True to expereince, this was a lot.
The other thing is that you really can't grant the first thing that is prefixed by 'I wish' out of his mouth. I would like to hope that you, dear reader, can apreciate how badly that could end.
The practical upshot is that I had been this kid's servent for two months and he had only successfuly made one wish out of several potental wishes that — had I grant it — would make me a genuine, capital M, Monster.
This meant that I had a lot of time in my lamp to rest and relax. Only, my nero-divergent cloud-for-a-butt hates waiting around on a job. Hated it in pantaloons and becoming semi-phonominaly cosmic only somehow made it worse
One night, I tossed and turned in my lamp — translated into the lamp shaking on top of the naturally occoring shrine of toys in the kid's cupbord as it did so. As my condenced forme sloshined in the lamp, emulating what would would be happening in pantaloons, I started to calm down enough to fall into sleep.
Only to feel the lamp being rubbed.
I could feel myself tensing up as I desperately fought to keep myself inside the lamp and myself under my well-earned rest, but it was hopeless. The call of the lamp was the only thing that masters actually have full controll over genies. So I had to relinquish myself and obey the lamp's pull. My cloud like forme, flowing out of the lamp, collessed into my genie guise and I began my practiced welcome.
I wrapped my arms around my chest and nodded in a bow. "Oh gracious master," I started. "What can I, the genie of the lamp, do for you?"
As I strightened up and opened my eyes I saw the kid. He was a wiry boy with dark blonde hair that was shorted on one side than the other — the result of an attempt to cut his own hair and something that he didn't even had the thoguht to fix with a wish — and pyjamas that were, by my own estimation, one size to big. It was hand-me-downs from his brother, who had moved to college before I came into things.
His face was scrunched into the squeezed stress ball shape that kids' face bcome when they are on the verge of crying.
"I wish I was deaf!"
The world stopped at that one. I threw my hands up, "Woah, woah, woah. Woah. I am NOT granting that wish," I said, making my position clear. "What even—"
Then I heard the yelling from downstairs and instantly understood. The kid's parents were always the high-strung sort and clearly something had snapped between them. The kid's name popped up more than once. I looked at hte kid's bandaged knee. It was the typical pre-teen trip up that kids get themselves into, but clearly that had been the spark that lit the powder keg.
I took a breath and snapped my fingers, the shouting dimmed, not compeltely, but enough for everyone in this room to think clearly.
"I took the volume out of their voices," I explained. "If I were to guess, they're so caught up in themsevles that they won't even notice. But you're clearly shook up, so how about this?"
I clapped my hands, and suddenly the room transformed into that of an arabesce pallace where the bed was a pile of pillows, and the toys became animate servents who faned the kid. He was dressed as a sultain, complete with large turbun, a coat with undershirt, solid blue pantaloons, and a pair of curled, golden slippers.
I bowed, "As your thankful and humble servent, pray allow me to tell you of my infinate tales to take you away to the land of nod."
That I did not have infinite tales was besides the point.
I began to spun my stories, telling of how I became a genie, my meeting with Fra, and even my time with a mermaid princess. I only got through half of that last tale before noticing he was asleep. With a smile and a nod, the room returned to normal, the pillows became his bed, and the toys returned to being inert.
Carefuly, I floated out of the door and listened for the sounds of quarling adults. The silence made it clear they were now in the "I'm not mad, I'm just not talking to you" stage of being mad at each other. The kid had been successfully sheilded from the worst of it.
Satisifeid I flowed back into my lamp, my thoughts calm for the first time in a while.
Not to spoil things, but I think the kid will be okay.
The stories about the rest of my time with him, however, will be for other days.
Digee tries to cooperate with a horrible master, but Their efforts leave Them frustrated.
There are times where the confluances leave me feeling vexed and exhausted. Even Fra doesn't know how they work, only that they are one of the central forces from all things are inflaunced.
Which is a lot of words to say I did not like this master.
Bluntly, he was a fat (and I do mean that litterally) lump of useless lordling crap whom had enough for 100 men. A floppish clown who was every progresive's nightmare. A fat pig who lorded over his land and only got away with it as anywone who crossed him "Dissapeared", which is a good way to make sure no one tries to give him what he deserves.
And the clown had a lot coming to him.
So we did the standard-substandard — he got two wishes with sadly zero pianos or bucks involved — and then the peasents made a pass on his mansion.
Yeah, turns out you piss anyone off for long enough, they'll swing at you regardless of threat to life. The only friend to these sorts is a lengh of rope.
"You're a genie, right?" he said looking at me like I had the solution (or the significant amount of care) to solve his problem. "Do something!"
His fat fingler flopped at it pointed out to the growing crowd. "Couldn't you throw lightning at them, or something?"
Besides the obvious horror of being used as a loaded gun at a crowd of innocent people, I knew for a fact that if I did do that, it would not end well for me in terms of my probation period.
"No." I said shaking my head. "That could — and given the general level of malutration, would — kill them and that is against the —"
He grasped my choker and pulled me in. His fat, ugly, face filling my view.
"That is the POINT, you foppish, half dressed fool!" he screamed at me, his rotten breth hitting me most unpleasntly.
"Let me be clear. You may be a genie, but here, I am GOD! So do what I command, and rid me of these pets!"
Well, that swung it. The hells with this idiot.
Still, gotta give him a chance, if only for my own state of mind.
"Oh, get rid, huh? Are you sure you want to be rid of them?"
"Yes."
"Are you absolutely sure?"
"Yes-yes!"
"Last chance (you fat bozo). Are you *Absolutely, 100%, the sky is blue, sure that you want —"
"JUST DO IT, YOU CLOD!"
I shrug, snap my fingers, and utter an annoyed "Well, fuck you, then."
Then the mansion was teleported to a desert island.
"W-what did you do?!"
I gave the stammering fool an overly innocent look. "You wanted to be rid of the protesters, so I moved the castle. You'll never see them ever again."
His mouth as agape.
"Oh, and as you won't need them here, I left your gold and prisoners back in the village. You're welcome."
His teeth audably ground. "Have you any idea what you have done?"
I simply shrugged, "Yes, I do."
Then, I flipped him off.
"I just granted an unrepentant asshole his third wish and he has to deal with it."
As I felt the pull of the lamp, I stuck my tounge out. "Have fun on this deserted island, Dick!"
His attempt to swing at my face passed through my fading form as I vanished. The last I heard of him was a long, animalistic, scream.
Sometimes you just got to put a bully in their place.
Digee is forced to confront a truth They have avoided. What is a relief to have out in the open, and what They wish could stay hidden away.
Fra sat awkedly on a pile of coins as I lay on a golden bed that had found itself into my cave. As the two of us said nothing, we both found ourselves feeling more out of place than the bed inspite of it being my home for so long now.
We both said nothing for qute a while.
It started like any other visit from the djinni on a full moon. The diffrence was that she had another genie with her. A short child-sized feminine aproximation of Fra. They had long, chestnut-red hair, a purple genie tail, and a white, puffy jumper with a light purple highlight.
"Sorry," Fra said, winking and sticking her tounge out as she gave a faux bow. "My Dad got caught up with something and couldn't take care of her, so I had to bring her along." She directed her attention to the genie, "Her name is Christmas Reis Mimasuel — Chrissie for short."
I looked at the girl-djinni akwardly fidget at the helm of the jumper as Fra put a hand on her sholder.
"Well?" Fra asked playfully. "Aren't you going to introduce yourself?"
Blushing, the djinni crossed her arms and bowed — a typical welcome gesture for Genies.
"'Lo, Mister. My name is Christmas Rei…""
She slwoly came to a stop as she realised that I had froze as the address. It took a second for me to realise the look on my face as Fra herself realised the error. With an akward smile and a "Chrissie, a word?", she pulled her sister in for a huddled talk.
I couldn't help but feel a bit put out at both this sudden huddle, and — I couldn't help but admit to myself — the gendered address. I had been so long — well, it had felt like it was long to me, anyway — since anyone who called me mister, or anything of the sort.
After some more deliberation, Chrissie emitted a long squeek of panic, turned on her foot (impressive, given the lack of such), and began to bow up and down rapidly.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I should have known better, I shouldn't have assumed. I'm so so so sorry and—"
I waved my hands frantically, "No, no. It's okay, really. If I saw myself in the mirror, I'd probably…"
My words trailed off, not sure if I could believe what I was saying myself.
In any case, Chrissie's hair flopped foreward as she bowed one last time, her head sinking low as she mummbled another "Sorry."
The next while was an akward stand off. Chrissie had found a carpit to sit on which she did, her attention difrifting off before she too began to drift asleep. After a couple of dips, she yawned and curled up into a ball to fall into a sleep which was quickled followed by the purple bottle clipped to Fra's hip pulling the child in and leaving Fra and I alone.
"Well, that could have gone better," Fra sighed before she turned an akward smile to me. "She's a good kid, honest."
I sighed as I lounged, my hands finding themselves behind my head, "I'm fine, really. It was a simple enough mistake to make. As long as she's sorry, that's the end of the matter, as far as I'm concerned."
"Yeah."
"I mean. I don't even know how to think about myself sometimes." I admitted with a laugh. "I'm not going to sugar coat it, being a guy sucked out loud, and I'm glad to never worry aobut wearing that mask again unless I want to."
Fra nodded, keeping along.
"But I don't feel like that means I want to be a woman ether. It just didn't feel like a valid option."
A brief pause followed before I realised how that could be read.
"For me, I mean…"
"Yeah, I get that, I suppose."
The silence filled the cave. Both Fra and I sat quietly before I could feel the full moon begin to wane and the pull of the lamp begin to call me.
"I… should go."
I raised my hand, it already beginign to turn to smoke.
"Hey, wait." I said, "Please don't hold it againt the kid, Okay? I'm already over it."
Fra smiled, "Sure…" at that, she vanished and left me to return to the lamp.
With that, I did so, my toughts becoming wisps of thought in my dreams.
Mind if we get a tour of your lamp? It must have something to keep you entertained in-between waiting for the wannabe Aladdins of the world
20 / 11 / 07
So! Time to bust some myths about us genie-types! [1]
Inside the lamp, I don't actually stay awake for long. After a couple of minutes in side the lamp, I fall into a deep sleep that only ends when someone rubs my lamp or on a full moon.
I should also say, I'm not even in a humanoid forme when I'm inside the lamp.
It's less;
[img by Digee]
and more that I am a … puddle? cloud? puff? … of magical energies.
That said, the attached image is how it feels to me. I haven't the spine to ask Fra if this is a familarized genie [2] thing or all genies feel like it.
Oh well.
So, yeah, the lamp is what it is, sorry!
[img by Kim "Kitty Ocen" Houtzager]
DG
1 - Note: this only applies to me. Your expereince(s) may vary.
2 - A genie that was once human but was turned into a genie by any number of means.
Write about Digee in a moment of inner contemplating - however how fleeting - and if they think its earned.
I looked at Fra, who had decided to visit me on this full moon, like she had spoken like an alien. "Wait, What I want to do?"
"Well, you've granted the wishes of 600 masters now," Fra explained. "Rough math — yaknow, not counting for the pianos, the bucks and the 'I wish I never met you's — says you have granted 1800 wishes. That's quite a lot for a newbie for you."
I scratched the back of my neck, "I suppose, yeah."
"So, this is my Treat. Say where and I will blink us right to it for a whole day for some good ol' R&R."
I floated as I thoguht about things, but eventually I shook my head.
"You know, there is one place I wouldn't mind going to…"
=
The waves crashed as I sat on the rock. My tail now a mermaid's tail, and my vest replaced with a purple sea shell bra. I leaned back and felt the sun's heat off my body.
"Yaknow, I never pictured you as the mermaid type."
I shifted my gaze to see Fra, complete with red tail, sprawled on her stomach lounging on the rock, her red fin flapping in the air."
I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealosy at how much better she wore the look. If I didn't know better, I would have sworn she was actually a mermaid.
I felt my cheeks puff out.
"Well," I said, feeling myself fall into a sulk. "I am, so there."
A smile crossed her face as she sat up. "Awe, don't be like that," she said, poking my cheek. "This is your day to relax so put that pout away OK? Okay!"
"…"
She sat up stright and then looked at the secne in front of her. "So, I have to ask, why here, Digee?"
"Hum?" I asked, my frustration washing away.
"Well, the thing is there's just so many other better spots to be a mermaid, is my point. There is a school here, but the queen of the land attached to the land is a real battle axe and has an active hate-on for the mermaids here."
I sighed and let my tail slap the rock.
"Well, I can tell you both my answer, and whyt the queen is so mad." I pointed at a young mermaid — not far off 18 if that by my reconing — climbing up on a rock. We both watched as she prepared her self and began to sing a beautful song that came stright from her heart.
"That is the queen's daughter." I explained.
Fra thought for a second and then nodded, "Oh right. I did read up on that. But I thoguht the queen had a —"
The realisation caught up with her.
"Ah."
I nodded. "Now only has the sea claimed her only son…" I gave her a slightly annoyed look, giving away my feelings on the statement, one I had heard uttered by the queen on one of my full moon trips "… It had the 'gall' to show the kid her true self, and I am not talking about the scales."
I then shrugged, "But it's is the kid's life to lead, no?"
Fra nodded. "It's stuff like this that makes you wish that the pianos and the bucks were the worst of it, huh?" she asked, almost morose.
"Nah," I shook my head, "I'm fine with it."
Fra looked at me, her face clear about her confusion.
"I figgure if the wishes I granted her Mom granted the kid's wish then I have do be doing something right, no?"
Fra laughed, and began to rest her head on the warm rock. "Yeah, I'd say you earned this one."
As she fell asleep from the warm rocks I looked at the mermaid singing and nodded in satisfaction.
Digee returns to Their lamp but something feels off. In that feeling they have to weigh fimillar comfort agains tthe need for a new perspective.
I felt my whole body being pulled into the lamp and, once I was fully back into the lamp, it was pulled back to rest in the deep recess of the cave in which I found it when I was turned into a genie.
After a small shake of activity, my body involentary shaking in an attempt to escape - a normal reaction, Fra had assured me - I felt myself begining to drift off into the long sleep that would ether end when my lamp ended up in the hands of another master, or when the next full moon occored, in which case I would be able to leave my lamp— That's when I write all of these entries, by the way.
Except, this time, I couldn't feel myself falling asleep.
After a moment, I felt a sense of panic grow into the "pit" of my "stomach". This felt wrong, unusual, now what I had been used to.
Fra had said that my body had become more genie-like faster than most people who become genies like I had.
It had been a while sine Fra told me of my situation, maybe this was part of it.
Oh… Joy… I'm going through puberty, again?! Well, at least I vaugely know what is going on now.
It is sort of undenyable now.
Who I was in my panaloon days, my akward days pretending to be Cis-het, keeping my opinons to myself, quietly following the rules, were fading away more and more with each passing moon.
This — a non-binary genie whose lamp was found by others who in turn had their wishes granted — was me now.
Hells, the glasses I wore and the messy mop of hair was the only vauge recolections left now. And the glasses were entirely decoration now.
To a degree, I don't have a choice. The transformation was set. But even now I feel nervous about this.
The old me would only be like how I am now in my most private moments. I would barely have the confidence to identiy as non-binary, less how I am now.
I want so badly to abaondon that mask, that I had to weld to my face to survive, but now? I just…
Page of Swords, Fumbled XIII Death - The Truth of change
25 / 11 / 04
Digee's Curiosity gets the better of Them, and the answer to Their question ends one part of Their life and starts another.
As I unfwirled myhself from the cloud of magic that flowed from my lamp, I began to go through a spiel that I had practiced for some time now.
"Oh generous master, I thank of thee," I said, my arms crossed over my chest. "For the deed of freeing me, I shall grant you wish—"
I open my eyes to see not only my new master — a young woman with long, chestnut hair and pink abarsique clothes — but that my master, having a pink flowing tail, was also a genie.
I also noticed that she did not have golden shackles.
She giggled. "Oh, Kitt was right about you," a smile crossed her face. A kind, motherly smile that somehow left me at ease.
She bowed, "I am Fractal De Mimasul and I am your overseer during your bounded period."
My face was blank in confusion. "I… Excuse me?"
Fractical put a finger to her cheek. "Oh, I suppose this will be the first time you will have heard all the specifics. Thing is, you are kind of rocking this whole genie thing so we hadn't have a rush to…"
I remain quiet and confused.
She cleared her throat, "Right then. Well, from the top"
She closed her eyes and began to go through her own spiel. "As a newly familiarized genie, you were put on probation so we — The Familiarsaiton Department of the Sleeping Sand Star — can be sure that you have what is required to be a genie and we can help you one way or the other."
"Uh… huh"
"With me as master number Five-oh-one, you are now offically half way through your probation."
A revelation snapped me out of my stouper, "Oh, I see, 1001, like the arabarian nights…"
"Yep-yep!" she beamed, almost sounding too childish, "1001 is a magic number to us genies."
I took a breath, "So… If I fail, once I am done with master one-zero-zero-one, it's back to the pantaloons? I will have to be honest, I kind of prefer this to that life."
Fractal's smile faded, "Ah. See, that's the thing."
If I still had blood, it would have gone cold.
"You are kind of a natural at this, kid," she said. I knew her tone was entirely too sweet.
"So much so, that your body has already aclimatized to being a genie. It hurts to tell you you but you are basically already a full genie. There's… not a human forme for you to return to."
I remained quiet for a long, uncomfortable time.
As if she realised I was in shock, Fractal started waving her hands, "But don't worry! We have all the admin stuff sorted for you. All the bank accounts, the documentation. It's all safe!"
"But it's not for me. By all indication, I'm not that person anymore."
"Well… no… not technicaly. But-"
"I don't go by that name anymore. The gender that's on those documenets isn't my gender anymroe. It's all… someone else…"
I hadn't realised that I had started to cry.
Fractal floated over and held me in a hug, promising me that it was all OK.
I don't remember the wishes I granted for Fra — she insisted on the nickname — but I do remember that she promishe that she would check in again. That felt nice.
A master wishes for their "happly ever after", but was it what anyone truely wanted?
On the nights of All-Saints, all the magic of the star begins to flow from the fullest moon of the year.
For genies, that means a night of revelery, and, for bound genies, such as myself, freedom. Most denizens of the super naturalthat means a night of shianigains and partying so hard it wakes the dead (and oh boy they DON'T like it, lol).
But I just wanted to realx.
So here I am, a mermaid tail that was my genie tail molded into a disney fin slapping off the side of the rock I was sitting on, listening to the waves like the star's natrual soundtrack.
The moment to myself brings to mind a mermaid I severed once. She was the sterotypical undersea princess. She loved the idea of the topisde. That all she knew of it was trinkets man let slip into the deep-blue was besides the point.
Her finding my lamp had me cast as the Sea-Witch of her story.
I was worried that her only refrence of the human prince was a statuc lost into the storm and one moment where she pulled him to the beach.
I had considered giving her my thoughts, but I figgured it wasn't my place.
So there she went, first wish was to get rid of her beautiful mermaid tail for a pair of legs (and - sigh - "tail" of the lustful sort) and off she went to chase after the prince.
The prince who already had a suiter - who, granted, had taken credit for my mermaid's work.
It took a lot - a fair amount of chikanary I am NOT proud of - but we got him.
They're married now.
When I saw the state of the kingdom in service of another master, I can't say what I saw made me convinced it was wort it.
I feel really sorry for their "boy". They can hear the song of the sea and clearly wants to return to the sea that their mother will never let them get near.
I see others in love all the time. Hells, I can see (and hear) two guppies absolutly over each other on another rock some distance away giggling like school kids (which I guess they are, being Aquanoids).
Digee remembers an early master who was eager, but could never finish what they started
Sometimes my mind wonders to masters past. I wonder whatever became of them once my role in their story ends and I am returned to the belly of the lamp.
The fact that I will always, to one degree or another, leave things unfinished brings to mind one of my earliest masters. A knave who was looking to become a great knight of his realm.
He was a keen enough lad; eager, willing and clever, but he had a fatal flaw in the inablity to finish his affairs.
In the month I was with him, he would get a good half of the task done and then ether get bored in the task or annoyed that it wasn't done then and there.
I don't even remember much about his three wishes, which would suggest they were mundane to the n'th degree.
I do remember his last wish, though. It was for a horse-bird (a chock a boo?) and I was like, 'Huh?'. He was a knave, he was - inspite everything - getting there and would have gotten a horse… or horse-bird… eventually.
Well that left us at an empasse and, unfortuantely, one that lamp would leave unresolved.
