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INTRO POST.

Welcome. I am tarn of the D.J.D.

I made this blog so we could answer you Organics questions about the D.J.D. not only that the reason we are… revived for unknown reason is thanks to unicorn.

Me, Nickel, Tesarus, Helex, and Kaon will answer your questions. Vos… will not. Nickel will speak on behalf of Vos,and the pet.

More bots you can ask

Moth (TFP oc, has a TFE version)

Deepside (IDW mtmte oc)

Batwing (admin insert, tfa and Tfe)

Stereo (IDW)

Pharma

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my first foray into music be nice

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*lights the candles on my summoning ritual and starts chanting your name*

So what more ya got about The Damsel & The Damned?

*rolls over my corkboard that's full of paper and red sting* A LOT MORE

But we'll start with some simple triva!

-The world that they're in is called Nexus, which is a world that I'm actually creating for a future D&D campaign---it's mostly steampunk-meets-art-nouveau levels of tech, with some notable exceptions. There's a few civilizations who have less advanced tech or rely more on magic, but Deepside (Nexus's version of the Underdark) is fully living in a 1930's-40's film-noir, art-deco, Golden-Age-of-Hollywood era, complete with a thriving film industry. And yes, my weird elves are in full swing in this world.

-Everyone's sexualities are as follows: Adelina is biromantic ace, Romi is an ace lesbian, Hilda is pansexual, Kassius is gay, and Tilly is bisexual. (Julio is achillean and demisexual, and Lorelai is the campiest goth lesbian you'll ever fucking meet.)

-The Damsel & The Damned is a fairy-tale-with-D&D-elements-adventure, but it is, at its core, a love story between Adelina and Romi. I've read a lot of allosexual love stories, and don't get me wrong, some of them are really good, but I kind of wanted to write a fairy tale that I could see myself represented in---with sapphic characters, genderqueer characters, and ace characters. It's a slow-burn, it's about being each other's anchor, it's about becoming devoted friends first and partners second... I dunno, man, I just love these guys.

-Kassius and Julio have a "classroom-rivals-to-frenemies-to-casually-dating-to-exes-to-enemies-to-friends-to-lovers" dynamic. It is fun, it is fraught, it has a lot of angst on both sides, it shows how both of them are absolutely insane in different ways... and yes, they're both undead, because I love spooky romance. Just a mad scientist vampire and a huntsman Frankenstein's monster being dudes.

-Hilda's "not my ex-wife, we're just separated" is named Madeline Bane (who was an NPC in the first campaign I ever DMed, and seeing as I literally designed her to be as appealing to my sapphic heart as possible I needed to bring her back), and she's a drow in charge of a smuggling ring in Deepside that's focused on bringing upper-world resources to the underground and vice versa, since there's some hostility between the two realms and Madeline wholeheartedly believes that they'd both benefit if they worked together. Basically, she's a crime lord for a good cause. (And, yeah, she and Hilda are gonna get back together eventually, but they've both got growth to go through.)

-Initially, I had a completely different villain in mind for Damsel & the Damned---a cold, quiet, almost regal man who sought to bring about a reign of permanent undeath and viewed himself as a savior who would be removing the world of pain. However, in the end, my desire for a campy, IDGAF, evil-because-it's-fun female villain won out, and I made my previous villain Lorelai's now-deceased father---who she's attempting to one-up as a fuck-you to his memory. Even though she's well over a century old, she still very much acts like a spoiled, egotistical teen... and, well, that's partially why she's so dangerous. (Also, yes, her full name really is de Crypt. Like, "the crypt," as in a place to bury your dead, and the word "decrepit." Yes, I'm aware it's an awful pun. Let me be a little bit silly.)

-This story is inspired by the following: Slay the Princess (the inherent horror that comes with actually being a damsel in distress, maybe the trapped princess is actually incredibly dangerous and she doesn't even know it); Dimension 20: Neverafter (see my first reasoning for StP, as well as the very unique take on fairy tales and curses) and Dimension 20: Fantasy High (the incredibly rich and unique world perfectly suited for adventuring, the interpretation of devils as not truly being evil but instead just serving to punish evil souls, the impeccable friendship dynamics); Adventure Time (see my first reasoning for Fantasy High, Kassius's character and conflict with vampirism, engaging fantasy stories don't need to take themselves too seriously); and The Owl House (Hilda and Madeline's relationship, Romi's unstable magic, magic as an intrinsic, natural force)

-I do have D&D classifications for pretty much everyone (Adelina: College of Spirits bard/Fiend warlock, Hilda: Swashbuckler rogue/Battlemaster fighter, Kassius: Chirurgeon artificer, Tilly: Oath of the Ancients paladin), but Romi's power set required me to create an entire homebrew sorcerer subclass for them... and honestly, I might make a homebrew artificer subclass for Kassius, since we still don't have an official necromancy-themed artificer subclass. (Julio is a Gloomstalker ranger, and Lorelai is... well, either a really OP Necromancer wizard/Shadow Magic sorcerer, or just a straight-up lich.)

-Adelina has an undead cat named Paczki, who looks like a very fluffy, glowing purple cat... except for the fact that she is completely translucent, and you can see her bones. And those bones are black. Paczki is meant to be a combination of a princess's animal companion and a witch's familiar.

-All of the main cast (thoroughly unintentionally, but that's the way it shook out) are in some way based off of established fairy-tale tropes: Adelina is the damsel in distress (obviously), Romi is the cursed royal (think Sleeping Beauty, the Frog Prince, Prince Lindworm, etc), Hilda is the heroic knight (without, y'know, the knight aesthetic), Kassius is the wise old wizard (who is also, again, a mad scientist vampire), Tilly is the fairy godmother, Julio is the huntsman, and Lorelai is the evil queen.

-Even though Adelina's prison is very Rapunzel-esque (fitting, as it's my favorite fairy tale), her overall tale ended up being largely inspired by Snow White. Honestly, once I made Julio a badass hunter-assassin-type, there was no going back. It's actually kinda ironic, since Lorelai does, in fact, have pale white skin, pitch-black hair, and... lips that would likely be red if she wasn't always wearing black lipstick.

I will talk more about character dynamics and personalities later... if I get more asks :p

[lynxgriffin]

(different anon)

Oceanbox thoughts... Leviathan, merside (mermaid), pentside (sea serpent), krakside (kraken), hipside (hippocampus), deepside (???), nesside (loch ness?) :P

LOL, that could potentially work! Although isn't Nessie supposed to be in a freshwater lake? I guess it depends on if there's any other specifically ocean-based mythical animals...which, I'm sure there are, but they're escaping my mind right now!

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DeepSID, a modern online SID player - June Updates

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Her gentle heart.

Plot: The castle of the kingdom is hosting a ball tonight in order to celebrate the sixteenth birthday of the princess but it doesn’t go as the king and the queen would have liked it.

Warnings: none.

Everything is fine. You can do this. I mean … it’s not like you haven’t done it before, that’s what I told to myself when I was waiting behind the main door of the entrance in the ballroom, trying to make myself ready for my entrance, but I wasn’t ready for this. Now the door is open and their eyes are all on me, all the confidence I had gathered from those few words that I mentally told myself vanished all of the sudden, leaving at their place the anxiety and the nervousness that the weight of their eyes on my shoulders.

Stop looking at me like that, you’re making me feel worse but those words didn’t come out of my mouth deepside my heart screaming them. I’m not doing this. I can’t do this and pretend that everything is right, pretend that I’m alright and that this feeling isn’t crushing my heart right now, I whispered to myself while advancing in the ballroom, still careful not to ruin my favorite dress with my heels. At twenty three steps from the door I stop when I realized that advancing more was out of question, my trumbling body wouldn’t allow it and before I knew it I found myself scanning the room looking for a way out and soon realized that the only way out was the door standing a few meters behind me, so I back away a little from the crowd surrounding me, I look towards my parents waiting for me, sited on their thrones, looking worriedly at me especially my mother sending them an apology look then I took three steps back, turned myself and just run out of the room without a care in the world and run away, as far as possible from the castle.

I ran until my lungs were on fire and I had trouble breathing and until my legs couldn’t move anymore, but eventually I was out of the castle and far away from all those people and their praying eyes and at last I felt free. And now all that surrounds me are the color of the wildest nature and the silence of the night.

It’s not the first time it has happened. I’ve done it before and yet this time the feeling fluttering inside my body is different. I catch my breath enough to get of the ground and get up and reach the swing,

I sat down on it and started swinging softly with my legs still sore from all that running in high heels and looked all around me: the field was green, alternating between the yellow of the colors of the flowers. The wind is hot and yet I feel like I’m freezing. I look up at the sky and I see the moon, white and imposing, her form dominating the sky flanked by the stars. Sometimes, I talk and she listens. They are right people who says that the moon knows all our secrets because the things I confide to her,

I wouldn’t tell a soul alive. I know they'll find me and it’s only a matter of time, maybe even less than that, but it’s enough time to talk and to listen, so instead of wondering what will happen when they find me, I live in the moment surrounded by silence, such a precious and fragile thing even without moving my lips I am talking and she listens to me, waiting for her turn to give me advice exactly like relationship between a mother and her daughter.

It’s just me and her and that’s enough. I closed my eyes and let myself be rocked by the swing just a bit longer until I heard a voice coming from behind me that I know all too well:” I knew I would find you here.” I open my eyes and smiled when I realized that my heart has slowed down its beat, I stopped the swing and I turned halfway and greeted her: “Hi mum”, I expected to be greeted by a stern gaze, I expected that at some point even the Earth itself would also feel her anger and start to tremble but instead I was meet by a sweet and serene gaze a smile on her lips as she approached me and sited on the ground near the swing and I set down with her on the ground, my back facing the moon and the field so that we could see and talk to each other face to face.

“Are you angry with me because of what happened tonight?” I asked her right away to ease my fears once and for all, she answered right after me “No, it’s all right my dear. We were just worried when we saw you running away, I was worried so I came to look for you,” I nodded simply. “What happened in that pretty little head of yours tonight I wonder, what made you run away from us tonight?” She asked

I got off the ground answering: “ I’m not quite sure either, I would blame it on the eyes of the people in the ballroom but I guess I just felt uneasy and got scared, you know I get too caught up in my own head sometimes and you know how I feel when that happens. That’s what made me run away” I approached her and offered my hand to her as a support to help her get up, she got up and dusted away the dirt from her dress and I continued:” But now I feel a lot better. I’m ready to go back now and celebrate my birthday; father will be relieved to know that we’re both okay.” I said smiling to her “ So shall we go back?” She asked to give me her hand, and I took it, interviewed our fingers in the process and together we went through the door of the castle and went home.

Happy birthday to me!

[ynneleac]

Can you recommend some veggies and ways to prep them, I want to get better at diet

Brussels sprouts: cut in half, toss in a bowl with olive oil, salt, pepper, and optionally some parmesan cheese, and then roast in the oven at 375°F until slightly burnt

Asparagus: cut off the white, bottom parts, and then prepare as above, though do not cook as long

Potatoes, several options: 1.) basically do the same as the above. 2.) boil in water (peeling optional, but clean well) with salt until a fork stuck in comes out easily, move to a mixing bowl and and thoroughly mash (or use a stick blender) pepper, cream cheese or sour cream, half a stick of butter, and finally some milk in with the potatoes until you reach a desired consistency. You can spice mashed potatoes up in many, many ways; I like to add celery seeds and dill weed and a little smoked paprika

Onions, several options: 1.) remove the paper on the outside, and cut in half, then cut into rings and put in a pot with butter and oil and cook on medium heat until caramelised (this takes a while) before adding some red wine, brandy, salt, pepper, and finally a ton of beef broth, and simmer for a short time, serving with croutons and swiss or gruyere cheese. 2.) this covers a few veggies; chop the onion into somewhat large pieces, but smaller than the previous, along with some bell peppers and mushrooms, and cover in olive oil, pepper, and garlic salt, and roast on the grill until cooked to your desired doneness.

Bell peppers: in a mixing bowl, combine ground beef with salt, pepper, garlic and onion powders, smoked paprika, cayenne pepper powder, ground cumin, and a very small amount of ground cloves, and some olive oil or butter, and cut off the tops of some large bell peppers, stuffing them with the meat mixture, before roasting in the oven until the meat is cooked through to 160°F

Broccoli: begin by cutting 2 to 4 chicken breasts into chunks and then cooking in oil in a large, deepsided pan, along with a chopped onion and minced garlic, seasoning with some oregano, basil, marjoram, salt, pepper, paprika, and any other spices you might wish to add, cooking all until the meat and onions are done, before adding in enough uncooked rice to mostly coat the chicken, and then adding in chicken broth, enough so that everything in the pan is about half an inch from the surface, and then cover with a lid to cook until the rice is done, adding more liquid if necessary, at which point you will add a can of cream of mushroom soup, 2 cups of grated cheddar cheese, and 2 moderately sized heads of broccoli cut into smaller pieces, and cook until the broccoli is ready, which will only take about 10 minutes, and you're ready to serve.

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Increíble como siempre 🔥🙈💋💋

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Deepside Deejays Never Be Alone Lyrics

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Jessica Lakay — Interview

In the world of poetry, few voices resonate as deeply as that of Jessica Lakay. A poet whose work transcends mere words, Jessica captures the essence of the human experience with profound honesty and vivid imagination. Growing up in "Deepside," a community often overshadowed by its challenges, Jessica found solace and inspiration in the realms of literature, thanks to the encouragement of a dedicated English teacher.

Her journey into poetry is a testament to the power of creativity to transform and uplift, even in the most unlikely circumstances. Jessica's poetry delves into the intricacies of the Black experience, intimacy, and the trials of navigating life’s many lessons. Her unique perspective as a neurodivergent Black woman adds layers of depth and nuance to her work, making her a standout voice in contemporary poetry.

In this interview, Jessica shares insights into her creative process, the themes that drive her work, and the rewards and challenges of being a poet. She also offers valuable advice for aspiring poets and gives us a glimpse into her upcoming projects. Join us as we explore the mind and heart of Jessica Lakay, a poet whose words are as impactful as they are beautiful.

Question — Can you tell us a bit about your journey into poetry? When did you start writing, and what inspired you to begin?

Jessica — My journey with poetry started in my early school days. An English teacher I had in second grade introduced me to the art of writing. God bless her. She exposed me to different facets of literature and sparked my interest in the inner workings of imagination. I grew up in an area named "Deepside." With it being labeled a relatively bad area, there wasn’t much to imagine outside of the dysfunction in the community. The worlds presented to me in fantasy literature inspired me to begin writing my own stories.

Your poetry touches on many deep and powerful themes. What subjects are you most passionate about, and where do you draw your inspiration from?

Thank you. I’d say I’m most passionate about the Black experience, intimacy, and the woes of being a student of life. Centering pleasure in my daily routine has allowed me to experience new ways of bonding with my loved ones, along with attempting to see a deeper meaning within the chaos that happens around me. Living in the world as a neurodivergent Black woman allows me to write about my experiences in a more nuanced fashion, which creates the uniqueness of my poetry.

Can you describe your creative process? How do you go from an initial idea to a finished poem?

This is quite a difficult question to answer as most of my ideas come to me intuitively. If I could describe my creative process, it would be letting God or whatever energies are around me speak through me. My interpretation of these messages is what gets the job done. Thank you for asking; this should give me new material to meditate on.

What are some challenges you face as a poet, and how do you overcome them? Conversely, what do you find most rewarding about writing poetry?

Writer’s block is probably the hardest challenge I face. At times, I simply don’t have the words to explain what I’m feeling or seeing, which is a sign that I should take a break. Overcoming writer’s block starts with accepting the ebbs of creation. Sometimes it’ll flow, and sometimes it doesn’t. It’s all in the game. I don’t take myself too seriously during this period of rest to preserve my humanity. On the contrary, the most rewarding thing about poetry is being an observer of my mind. Often, I don’t read my poetry for long periods so I can come back to them and be in awe of my creativity.

Have you published any collections or performed your poetry publicly? If so, can you share some details about those experiences?

I’ve been published in small literary magazines. Prism Ink Magazine was my biggest publication. Oddly enough, I didn’t even recognize how big of an accomplishment it was until I told a friend, and they became shocked. At the time of submitting my work, I didn’t do much research on the publications. I just wanted to see my work somewhere other than my notes.

What advice would you give to aspiring poets who are just starting out?

The advice I would give to aspiring poets is to keep writing. Think less about visibility and formality. The most successful poets are a bit wonky. Also, it’s okay to write short poems. They’re very impactful when executed properly.

Are there any upcoming projects or collaborations you’re excited about and would like to share with our readers?

Currently, I’m working on building my content on my poetry blog, Rehab Artistry. I’m also getting into making music. Hopefully, by the end of the year, I’ll have a new project out and a bunch of poems for my supporters to enjoy.

How has poetry impacted your personal life and growth as an individual?

Poetry has impacted my personal life in many ways. It’s made my love life great with guys and terrible with women. The ladies think it’s a bit intense. I’m not sure why that is. Outside of that, poetry has made me appreciate the slowness of life, the hardships of faith, and the joy of being alive. I am a better human because of poetry.

How important is the role of community and networking with other poets and creatives to you?

Community is very important to me. It’s the heart of what we all seek in creative spaces. It takes a village to preserve the beauty of art. Without community, art would be like a shadow lurking behind society.

Is there anything else you would like to share with the readers of Three Times Magazine?

Well, I’d like to thank the readers for allowing me to take up space and be seen by them. It’s a joy to be vulnerable and share who I am with the world. May you all find joy in poetry just as much I do. Lastly, thank you all for allowing me this opportunity to come out of my shell. I think I needed it. ‎‎

For those who wish to delve deeper into Jessica’s work, you can follow her poetry blog, Rehab Artistry, where she regularly shares her latest pieces. Additionally, Jessica is active on social media, providing updates on her projects and glimpses into her creative life. Follow her on Instagram to stay connected and experience the full breadth of her poetic talent. And as always, thank you so much for reading!

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Kodak's Black Artist Lil Crix: Hailing from Deepside Florida

Lil Crix, the talented black artist from Deepside Florida, has just dropped a new video that is creating waves in the music world. Titled “Power Freestyle,” this latest release is a remix of Kanye West’s iconic track “Power.” In the music video, Lil Crix can be seen posted up at a gas station with his crew, delivering a high-energy performance that showcases his rapping skills. Despite being a…

[wetviolets]

The pain burns

Coiled up in my gut like a wounded snake

The gashes in its body leeks poison into my blood

It hurts, I cry to the walls of my room

It's not fair it's not fair it's not fair

I didn't ask to be filled to the brim with a writhing mass of enraged tentacles

They reach out and twist and pull until I choke on my own tongue

I don't want to talk about it anymore, but it sits there, doesn't it?

If it's not wrapped around my gut, it's slipping its slimy feelers into my brain until its pus dribbles out of my eyes like fetid tears

I'm rotting from the inside out

Take this from me please I'll do anything

I can see myseld reaching for the silver scissors in my sewing basket, purchased for the purpose of crafting, creating. But scissors can destroy, too, can't they.

They sever.

I hold the warm metal to my neck and beads of sweat drip down my back, and for a second, it feels like the things that live inside me have figured out how to escape from my flesh. They've figured out how to taunt me from the outside, and now it's stroking the flesh of my back like a seasick lover.

I swallow hard. It's playing tricks. Well, I have a few tricks of my own. I make eye contact with myself in the mirror as I change my cut point at the last second, fooling even the credtures for once.

The shrieking

They don't like being bested, tricked, and I will pay dearly. My palm seeps blood like icing from a toaster strudel. It oozes everywhere and spreads so thin across my skin that I almost can't tell it's there.

The claws are back and I feel welts form under my skin, on the deepside of my tender body

My womanhood has been shattered, but by me or the oozing devils, I don't know

I don't know.

I sit down, exhausted. Am I crying? I can't tell.

My alarm clock goes off.