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[showandtelltime]

Caption This!

Caption this! Without context, how would you caption this painting? Reblog to reply.

[reaperlight]

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?

[staffs-secret-blog]

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?

Join the crabs in raving of course

[therealraewest]

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?

Celebrate the death of the queen

[velvetmidnight]

Humanity has finally found a way to communicate with crabs, we realize they're smarter than us. Now that they know we know, what are they going to do?

[otro-daniel]

Esta bien que desees recibir lo mismo que das, pero cada uno da lo que tiene para ofrecer, no puedes esperar flores de alguien que no florece.

~Otro 𝐷𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑒𝑙.

[quma0]

人類はついにカニとコミュニケーションする方法を発見した。我々は彼らが我々よりも頭が良いことに気づいた。私たちが知っていることを知ってしまった今、彼らは何をするつもりなのだろうか?

[scoundrel-garden]

Crab Story

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. “That damn genie,” you say. Where a familiar limb used to be, there is now a glimpse of the unknown — how quickly things can change between consciousness. The next morning, you feel yet another unfamiliarity: “Gasp!…Three legs on my right side. They’re crab legs. But there was no dream.” At that moment, you come to the gross realization that you are no longer human. So quick to dictate — are you not still human? At the very least, you are still humanoid. What isn’t up for debate is this: You’re cursed. “That damn genie,” you utter yet again.

As each day greets you with more appendages, you begin to lose sight of what once was. You reflect: “I can’t believe I’m going to die.” Surely, similar to your previous state, the shell body is but a vessel; the sensitive recluse still remains. “What about my family? What will they think?” It has yet to be seen. “Will I remember?” There is no use worrying. It is out of your control. “That damn genie,” you reply. It’s a shame what it takes for you to finally modify your ways. It is only when you are met with a horrible incident that affects you directly that you enact change. You’ve seen similar events happen to others, yet this is what it takes. Ignorant fool. Willing ignorance. Truly you are the worst of them. Perhaps the genie was right to curse you.

Finally, in the aching hours of a new day, the inevitable arrives. It only took a few days for you to completely morph anew; you are reborn from brown fleshy human to blue king crab. “I have accepted it,” your crab body vocalizes. “How have I not seen it before? My entire life has been a silent cry for something more: a new beginning. Anything is better than that dull existence. The genie did not curse me, he offered me salvation. What a gift!” Your elation of crab self-actualization is short-lived, however, as you are met with a thunderous intrusion. It is your family with a boiling pot at the ready. You are boiled and eaten.