Poof! You're now _______

Ruffles now has a sweetass pair of feathery wings!

Yoana woke up with a strong pressure on her chest, and found herself short of breath. She pounded on her chest a few times, gasping for air, and quickly found herself incapable of speaking! The realization struck her with dizzyness, and she sat right back down on her bedroll.

While waking up, Yoana thought about the cause. She'd heard of it before, Forest-dwelling Spirits that would steal people's voices, and use them to lure humans in as prey. She must have been a victim of one. Now, she would be voiceless... possibly forever. And... she was okay with it. Ever since she was young, she was told to respect the forest. And that was important. Without that rule, her own powers would weaken. If a Forest spirit stole her voice, then she would have to live with it. There were ways of getting her voice back, but she didn't want to risk falling out of the forest's favor.

Yoana took a deep breath, then an exhale, then went on Amazon on her satellite phone to try and find a good deal for a portable whiteboard and markers. Despite what she said, she would still find and destroy this Forest spirit, to prevent it from using her voice to ambush people.

Poof! Yoana can no longer verbally speak.

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In his many, many, many years, Strange had never been sick. Until today. He woke up with such a sharp pain in his stomach that he didn't even recognize as pain. He didn't know pain until now. It took multiple prompts by Goblin, his partner, to see a doctor. The idea of seeing an Earthen doctor was almost laughable, if not for the unbearable pain. The doctor informed him he was dying, but before Strange could be whisked away to a hospital he managed to get Goblin to carry him away. What would happen when he died? Would he return to Hell, bound to the place as he had been before? The thought terrified him more than the thought of dying. His gaze went to Goblin, and the demon looked so entirely distraught. Well, Strange thought to himself. If I am to die, then so shall Goblin. He won't escape me so easily.

Poof! Strange is no longer immortal and only has a few hours left to live!

Hukiolukio "Sold your body?" Wyrm started "Well may i ask Have you ever messed with my kind? Known to be tricksters, manipulators and rather good at getting what they want." he continued "anyway onto a mild hex, you will be bound to a human body for 48 hours, Have a problem take it up with my boss" He dismissed himself. (Occ : i hope this ok! he's a bit annoying) 

Response :

"Legs?" Wyrm Felt a shiver run through his body and newly gained legs, it was strange. Wyrm looked down, a pair of cleanly shaven legs, He would look amazing in high heels. Wyrm felt a smile at the thought of stilettos what happen to make surprisingly good improv weapons. he could use them to lure or just wait till they go. "Who ever did this will have hell to pay" His boss would be annoyed to say the least " i am so gonna lose pay " exhausted by the contradicting emotions Wyrm felt it right to take a nap.

(Ah what a lovely prompt! thank you.) 

(Wyrm now has legs!)

Leo looks like he just watched something die. Probably because he just did.
He has no idea how he's going to deal with this. Oliv will be devastated, he realized with a jolt. He can't talk to them, or anyone else. He feels like passing out, but he can't.
He screams profanities in a rage, feeling like it's the only way he can vent his feelings at the moment.

@TeenTornado Leo is now a GHOST (ooowooo)

"Look, buddy, I'm on the clock. Maybe ease back on those 'service worker' pornos."

Rezi got generous tips, and it made working as a Pizza Deliveryman more rewarding than he thought it'd be, but still... several times a week some sad and lonely person tried to flirt or seduce him. From what he heard from his coworkers, it wasn't actually that unusual, but this was still a time for him to be conflicted about his good genes.

For some reason it's not letting me edit my original post so I'm uploading my answer to the prompt here

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Momo sat up, stretching her arms and... legs?

She attempted to jerk away from the strange new limbs, which ended with her landing on the floor. Why did she have legs now?? And.. why is her skin so human now?

"That damn dragon thing!" she realized. It was a faint memory, but it didn't feel long ago at all. He said something about getting what he wanted and 48 something???

"I bet he made me become a human again! But 48... Will it be for 48 hours? Days? Months? Oh please, for the love of the demon who took my real body, please be it only for 48 hours."

Momo sighed. She'd have to deal with it. It can't be that bad. She doubts he'd make her into a human for more than 48 hours, since this body has to belong to someone and it'd be chaotic if it went for longer than that time.

"Ok... So, how do I work these things?"

She spent all 48 hours dragging herself around the stranger's house doing basic daily tasks.

~*~

Remember, next poster, you're making a prompt for Rezi, not Momo <3

varkarrus (thank you, that was the response i was looking for HAHA)

Poof! Rezi is now a pizza deliverer!

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Out beloved Teeth Monster right here is not technology's best friend at all. She's been around before lightbulbs and screens, and she definitely cannot use a smartphone (it doesn't detect teeth as fingers). She barely knows how to use a pen and has never really sat in front of a computer. Yet, she has been granted one (naturally, you need the equipment necessary) and she knows that these bring great entertainment to humans She's very skeptical at first, but it's very intuitive and while she's incredibly wonky, she ends up having fun.

Now, she understands that she has to put some fictional thingies on her page. She doesn't have artistic prowess and much less any human money (or human credit card) to bribe the little people on the site to draw for her. She's not very social either, but she can write. So she does.

She only fills 3 or 4 profiles of little critters that aren't exactly fictional- they were her companions, criatures summoned by their loser demon. She doesn't set them to private, she forgets that anyone can see them, but it doesn't matter. She doesn't care, but she does like to see them, almost as if they were alive again. Now what do humans do with computers also? Oh, she could definitely go look for funny teeth pictures...

reinapepiada

Poof! Teeth Monster has a toyhou.se account!

It was a pretty sudden cut. From May's perspective, Ray ceased to exist, and from Ray's perspective, May ceased to exist. Their magic was gone, and they were now two seperate people.

May turned towards Ray with utter shock. "So wait," they both said simultaneously, their thoughts still completely in sync, "We're seperate now."

This had plenty of negative connotations. Back as May & Ray, they didn't mind Ray being called a "strapping young man" or May being called a "beauiful young woman" because they identified as both male and female at the same time. But now, each one knew that being treated as only one gender would wear itself thin. Plus, the biggest fear of all, that neither said out loud because they already knew the other was thinking it, would be that as time passed they'd differ from each other more and more.

They each went their seperate ways, tears in their eyes. They'd talk again soon, and this time they wouldn't be thinking the exact same thing at the same time as the other, and they'd have more to talk about.

varkarrus

poof! Now you're completely seperate people!

@Celestiyale

Poof~
Lorelei is now an actual sentient red velvet cake.

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Dietrich wakes up and yawns. As he stretches out his hands, he notices...he doesn't have any. There are paws insteads. 
He blinks and looks again. Still there. Maybe he had smoked too much last night after all.

He lays back down and pulls the covers over his head. No way he's going to work like this.

aska-ray
(Dietrich is now a completely normal, feral wolf with no magic!)

Mal stares blankly at the ceiling. What am I even supposed to do about this? He thinks to himself.
With nothing he can do, he just falls asleep.

@operia
Jett has suddenly assumed human form! And now he has to board a plane??

"Arara...?"

For the first time, Charity felt she understood what was so often said about the bouyancy of salt water. Though her skirt now clung to her legs and the wool of her sweater was quickly knotting up, making it difficult for her to move, she floated easily. In the distance, the boat she had just shortly before been on board of was now shrinking swiftly into the horizon.

Surprisingly, it wasn't despair that she felt. Not that it was an emotion she had ever truly felt; rather, a curiosity about what she was meant to do in such a situation, as she surely had never calculated for it. Before she could think on this too long, she noticed another shape bobbing beside her. It looked to be a crate of some kind, with a hinged lid.

Flailing a bit, she managed to swim to the crate and pry open the lid. Inside, where she expected or hoped that there might be a raft or other supplies, there was instead a single thing: a bottle.

She picked up the bottle, and swept her bangs from her face to read.

"'Mermaid Pills'?"

Well, that could only mean one thing, she supposed, even if it was a tad nonsensical. But at this point, why not try her luck? She popped open the top.

Surely, there would be some lovely girls down below, who would love to be her friend...

Waltz - Charity has been cast into the sea, blessed only with the means of adaptation and survival for her newfound environment!

 Everything felt so... dry. Dry, heavy, and most of all... wrong. The moment he opened his eyes he knew something was wrong- bleary vision aside, he could not feel the ever so slight pressure of the water against them, nor against his fins. The currents were absent, and replaced by unforgiving stone beneath his claws.

Claws...?

Aerodonis pulled in a hasty breath, as though he were suffocating; his mouth opened far wider than he remembered it could- and exhaled just as harshly. To his dismay, a blossoming of brightly coloured flame came forth, illuiminating the cavern that housed his new forme. Startled, the dragon scurried backwards; colliding into a hoard of gold and jewels bigger than most could even dream of.

Well, this wasn't so bad.

He caught a chance-glance at his reflection in a a floor length mirror, adorned with gold and some unregonizeable family of jewel- shimmering copper and pink scales covered him from head to toe, his horns twisting violently upwards towards the heavens. Quite fearsome, if he did say so himself- and though this visage was obviously far inferior to that of his normal forme, he did not hate it immediately. Straightening up, he sought to explore the rest of this cavern- was that a ship...? A playful smirk played across his maw; oh, this would be entertaining indeed.