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Hello there, Fediverse!

I'm Phorm. I'm a vixen, and a chemist, and most importantly: I'm a genie. I spend a little too much time puttering about the internet, and a non-zero amount of time being shamelessly horny on main (Though admittedly a lot of it can be crypto-horny).

As I sometimes discuss sensitive topics, I'm a bit wary about followers. If you'd like to follow me, please note:

1.) Please be over 18 (I lean NSFW)

2.) Please send me a DM first, particularly if we have a previous connection

3.) Please note that I am BEYOND genie obsessed and if you follow me you will be getting a face full of GENIE.

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Hello Mastodon. Hello Dragon.Style.

Some of you here know me, but most likely do not. I'm Phorm. I'm a rather mundane thing, work in chemistry, and spend too much time puttering about the internet. I'm not a dragon, but I think dragons are keen.

I fancy myself a genie. I am obsessed with genies. Like VERY obsessed with genies. I spend way too much time talking about genies. In fact, I'll likely be rambling about genie research in this space often.

Non-sequitur reference of the day 

You find yourself inside a late 90s RPG/FPS computer game, with futuristic/cyber theming.

In front of you is a keypad locked door, with a three digit code.

What code do you enter?

Jet Set Genius 

The very nature of computers is to make perfect copies of things held in their memory, effectively free.

NFTs are the dumbest fucking thing I can think of in that light.

Trying to reintroduce scarcity to a post scarcity environment is wasted effort for an undesirable goal.

Birdsite idiocy 

Today was not much fun at all, and now I'm feeling nauseous. Not totally sick, but nauseous enough that it's even less fun than it was.

It's days like today that I would rather be made of magic smoke.

I'd rather be made of magic smoke every other day, but today too.

I am a professional scientist. 

What did the 19th century French assassin say after being contracted to kill a popular composer? 

Honestly, I might be wrong, but I'm pretty sure that's what magic is on some level.

One day I hope to be a genie in reality, and I've come to realize what that's going to entail:

Never break kayfabe, even to myself.

Anxiety, Oblique virus mention (-) 

Filk I had to get out of my head, Silly 

Generational Confusion 

Concerning A Particular Radio Host 

Game idea: You are a chef at a five star restaurant. Due to a weird mixup of delivery disasters, power failures, and local weather problems, your kitchen and pantry are only stocked with off-kilter, weird, utterly not-on-brand foods and food precursors. A can of chunk chicken. A Durian. Twinkies. A box of organic beef stock. A singular red potato.

The items available are limited, randomized, and completely ill-fitting to a five-star menu.

You must devise an amazing new dish by combining them in some way that looks and tastes avant-garde, rather than desperate.

Fetish musings, Illuminati Tropes, Absurdity and Reflections thereon, Con't 

Fetish musings, Illuminati Tropes, Absurdity and Reflections thereon 

One of those mornings (Colored gift art update, NSFW) 

Frictionless Wishes (Semi-NSFW for Generous Boobage and Shapeliness) 

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