#magic poll

Time pauses when you get in the writing flow for as long as you’re in the flow

You always have a good pen full of ink on hand

You always have solid enough WiFi access to use your writing software

You get paid 5 cents for every sincere word of creative writing you do

You never get writer’s block ever again

Your chores magically do themselves whenever you’re making real writing progress

Writing sessions of 30+ minutes slowly cure you of any physical pain or illness

I would contrarily refuse all of these

See results / I don’t write (sorry the magic tree only likes writers)

Speaking in tongues

Interpreting the guy speaking tongues

Infinite sparkling water

Turning water into wines

Makes all your fingers except for your right ring finger double jointed

*Vague Prophetic Visions*

The ability to sink any billionaires vehicle if it touches water

The ability to sing in a note never heard before

Extra fingers and toes

The ability to see infrared light

Tentacles, like as a concept

The Ability to spit literal venom

Yes, but something that only affects my writing not the rest of the world

Yes, something that could affect the rest of the world

No, I don’t want magic affecting my writing, I want it to be solely mine

No, because that would too complicated or risky to handle

Other answer / not sure

See results / not a writer

Mindless servant

Mindless pet

Mindless friend

Animal / similar intelligence servant

Animal / similar intelligence pet

Animal / similar intelligence friend

Humanoid intelligence servant

Humanoid intelligence pet

Humanoid intelligence friend

Superior intelligence servant

Superior intelligence pet

Superior intelligence friend

A shelf of books that tempt with mysterious knowledge.

A lantern that flickers with a flame that changes colour each time you look back

A fountain pen freshly dipped in ink like liquid sapphire.

A bag of strewn gems sitting on an oak table, legs like a serpent's body.

A doorknob that appears to be floating, a glow like a distant star at its core.

A portrait abstract in nature leaving a lingering feeling of melancholy.