#genie lamp

[siremasterlawrence]

Wishing Upon A Lamp

I am in a deep coma sleep when a giantrock hits the ground running leaving a way too gigantic ole massive hole in the middle of the yard leaving a chasm in my home as I leap from my bed on to my feet racing to my window. I look out to the see comet hitthe ground on impact as I climb out of my window on to the middle tier of my house as I climb down, sliding down to my back yard and walk to the comet opening up as the light shines.My body is shining as I touch it the light hit me up hitting my nervous system reacting like lightning, thunder clapping and my eyes began to shift my body goes insane shaking throughout it’s own existence and it totally transforms it to a lamp landing in my hand.

“Yes Master!”

“What the fuck?”

“I am a Genie”

“I noticed”

“How may I serve you ?”

“One wish I guess “

“As many as you like “

“Excellent! Take my hand “

“Interesting “

“I wish to have my ideal life “

“Close your eyes and breath “

“What on earth?”

“Who the hell are you ?”

“Look in to the mirror “

“Is that me? He is sexy”

“Shit! You look fine Master”

“Who is this anyway?”

“A random hot head “

“It’s my body now”

“Damn right it is”

“I am so rock hard and about to cum”

“I am so beautiful “

“Apparently godly”

“The body of work”

“ A spartan”

“A Greek God”

“Motherfucking”

“And vain”

“My right! I am perfection”

“You are indeed perfect “

“Watch me remove my clothes “

“I’ll do to slow”

“Stop teasing me”

“I’ll give my show a strip show”

“Privacy?”

“No! I have a better idea”

“Shake that ass”

“Oh Master”

“My pecs are strong “

“Can I hug you?”

“What timeless shadow I have?”

“Ok Vain”

“My ass is filled up”

“Let me spin about “

“I am taking a shower “

“The water rises”

“The steam flows”

“My body transform “

“My life is everything “

“We are deeply connected “

“This body and I are one”

“Swirling, spinning and I am in heaven”

“No ecstasy”

“Diving deep”

“Into the void “

“Rolling in dirt”

“Making a mess”

“A pig sty! I am rumbling through the mud”

“I want to pound you Genie”

“I wish you would or could”

The end

[shilohsylvanian]

What are your three wishes? 🧞‍♂️

[loofandtimmy]

[aut2imagineart]

Here's the demon version of genie Emberlynn Pinkle. I don't usually draw things resembling furries but they did such a good job on her demon form IMO.

Helluva Boss belongs to Vivienne Medrano (Vivziepop).

As always, comments and critiques are welcome.

[emaadsidiki]

The Magic Carpets of Aladdin at Magic Kingdom Park

[ninebaalart]

Captain Syrup (Wario Land 1)

She never actually looked like this but I feel like she did. In a way. The sprites kind of were never the right colors in that era and some designs didn't fully translate. In my mind's eye, this is the original Captain Syrup.

[c--91]

Veridae The Magick Genie!

Don't go around rubbing magick genie lamps like Veridae! You may end up granting wishes!

Posted using PostyBirb

[wizardbusinesscomic]

[inthemiddleofthecabbins]

Ryan Ross letting his curiosity get the best of him over this genie lamp

[i-am-trans-gwender]

Caution: This post is utterly deranged

Hey! Mr Aladdin! I just rubbed your lamp and, let me tell you, your genie makes for a better fleshlight than a wish granter. I spent the last 20 minutes fucking the shit out of the lamp, and it felt great. My cock is so happy! Thank you, Mr Aladdin!

This is a reference to something Iago's actor Gilbert Gottfried said about Mr Beast and his Beast Burger

[sasa-chan]

[mothmanperson]

dead dove: do not eat, dark content be warned

Many many years ago, in the far, far lands of the scalding sands there lived a wealthy family. they appeared to be a normal family with many children to carry on the legacy of fame and wealth.

though many secrets were hidden behind a magic curtain of lies and deception. the father was a rather powerful sorcerer, and thus reigned over his family with an iron fist.

married to a woman he didn't love and having children all for the sake of having a fitting heir to his prowess, he truly hated his family.

his children had been cursed to keep their mouth shut about his abilities, a curse mark branded to the back of their throat, they shall never drop a word about anything that happened behind the closed curtains of their mansion.

all the children where raised to utmost obedience, and disobedience was treated harshly. it was more of a prison than a home.

the children had curse marks around their wrist like a beautiful looking bracelet tattoo, keeping them locked in the dull house of horrors as some liked to call.

the mother spent her days locked away in the shared bedroom, she was sick.

(she was not)

the father has not been as harsh as other times the last few days, he had received some joyful news from servant who were sent out looking for something.

and they came back with results.

(they better, or there'd be less servants the next day)

one day, the children had all been called forth, kneeling, pristine and without flaw, before the father, in his hand a simple oil lamp. a common household thing for richer people like them.

(him)

without another word he called your name, you shall step forth.

with little to no hesitation you did, sweat running down the side of your face.

you had no idea if he was pleased or if he wasn't. you had no idea if you were about to be punished or praised. you had no idea what was going on in his head and you couldn't read his face.

and that bothered you.

you wanted him to be proud of you, to rub it into your siblings faces that you did something right for once in your life.

you wanted to fulfil his every wish so that he only had you to praise.

(how selfish)

oh how fate took your plea the wrong way.

speaking with words you did not understand the lamp began to glow on one side, a rune or sigil. you didn't regonize it.

he pressed his long, boney

(disgusting, hurtful, scratchy, rough-)

fingers against the round mark and it copied in a strange orange light onto his fingers as he beckoned you forward.

when you were at his side he spoke of more unknown things and abruptly took both of your hands in his.

with sudden force, something seemed to be forced into your hands, you could not see what it was.

(you later learned it was the responsibility of a life imprisoned in eternity)

blood pooled in your hands, running down the length of your arms and dripping down to the floor, the sweet addicting stench of rotting flesh filling the air, as your once vermillion colored blood turned a sickly greenish black.

soon enough the same color replaced your tears and came flooding out of your nose, mouth and ears.

it burned away at your flesh and muscle and you could feel the strangely familiar feeling of something being scratched into your bones.

heavy silver bracelets, covering the black curse marks, courtesy of your father, encased your wrist and ankles, thick blackish chains connection them to the tiny hole of the lamp neck.

during the whole ordeal you felt as if on fire, yet so cold you could see your fingers blackening by second.

(black magic cursing through your veins is what you saw, staining your fingertips in a cruel fate)

yet you did not scream.

(your father hated that noise)

your siblings watched in horror as a sudden force, one of endless powerful magic, began to drag you into the lamp, the cracks of your bones causing some to cringe or even throw up.

the more the lamp sucked you in, the more delicate lines grew out of the sigil.

but your father seemed to have underestimated the impact of creating a powerful being such as a genie, and just as the lid closed shut, a massive amount excess energy shot out from the lamp and eradicated the small town with everything that its worth, killing more than 2000 people in under a second, with them the father, the mother and the chilren.

nothing was left but sand dunes and stone, nothing the tell the story of the once wealthy family. nothing but an inconspicuous lamp with strange sigils.

the father wanted power and wealth, the child wanted nothing more to be seen. and for a second both had what they wanted.

now the father had nothing and the child was forgotten, as with time less and less grave robbers and adventurers visited the ruines of the village, everything robbed and no stone left atop one another.

but none seemed to find the lamp.

and over time more sand covered the tragedy, and nobody shall no what happened.

(the father's curse seemed to be still working)

until many thousands of years later two friends stumbled upon a strange place, they shall find an old rusted oil lamp.

they took it with them, spending some time trying to uncover its secrets and the meaning behind the lines and engravings only to forget about it again and move one.

as a new section of their life started, both moves into a school that sorted out the gifted from the ones that are not.

and one of the boys seemed to have packed a lamp he had forgotten about.

(backstory yay, also plus boy by gigaP started playing when i wrote this so hope you enjoyed)

[helloliriels]

Love when there's almost as many comments as kudos ... 💕👌 😭

Lately had a bit more in mind for this fic ... would it be of interest?

[rubbish78]

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[aut2imagineart]

This is just a silly idea that popped into my head and compelled me to draw; Emberlynn Pinkle from Helluva Shorts episode 3 as a genie with Blitz as her unwilling master (she even calls him master a couple times in the short). IMO, there are few characters that can pull off being cringe and endearingly cute at the same time like Emberlynn. Her design especially as a both a human and a demon (which I'll post very soon) is very well done. I personally hope they include her in more Helluva Boss content even if it's in brief cameos.

Helluva Boss belongs to Vivienne Medrano (Vivziepop).

As always, comments and critiques are welcome.

[salem-house-press]

Now what would you wish for?