Well, it finally happened. Drank the wrong (right?) potion and now I've ended up a squeaky (and much more puffy proportioned) green pooltoy. I mean, I know I should be used to being more air than lizard by now, but this feels a bit different, you know? ...Though uh, those handles seem like they'd make it harder to get away should someone want to use me as a flotation device or other things... Not that I could put up much of a fight when a light breeze could carry me off, I guess. Hope this effect wears off before those other scaly nerds figure that out. or maybe I'll go hang around the pool and hope someone comes by wait what

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So I've danced around the concept of whether or not I cared for pooltoy/living inflatable stuff myself (since I've certainly drawn it before) for quite a while, always thinking it was too diametrically opposed to the concepts I was usually looking for in all my weird interests. Well, I think you can probably guess I finally made my decision here because ho boy 👀💦. Basically just still shaking off ages old ideals I set for myself in the reclusive period and proceeded to never question again, until I realized I had no reason to abide by them anymore (nor did I ever really in the first place usually), and realizing I can like many seemingly opposing things for their own reasons :V. Also it's fun trying new things sometimes, and this certainly qualifies.

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