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|I DO NOT SUPPORT AI CONTENT| The public BlueSky for Twitch Streamer, Papadjinn. Artist and Writer, currently querying my novel as well as drafting it's sequel. My sugar-bomb @psprincess.bsky.social ~
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Number | Finally have some time after the holiday to post up Tok and he's got some new info. Missed you all and hope you've been great~
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“There’s another party to worry about as well. You wouldn’t know them, but the group has a moderate level of fame – sometimes boarding on notorious rather than illustrious.” Othelia paused and moved to uncover a sheet of paper for him. Drawn on the page was a picture of a red arms crest with two thick capitalized Bs within the center. The pair of letters intersected as if one laid atop the other in the two-dimensional space. “They are known as the Burgundy Boys, and they are sell-swords.” “They are... sell-swords,” Tokonus pressed, his face scrunching up in confusion at the strange phrase. “Mercenaries – ah, that is to say, they do violent jobs for coin," Russel managed to state, seeming to realize that he had nearly not elaborated properly. “Mm, like murder, kidnapping, and torture,” Tokonus said more to himself than to his companions. Another disgusting side of the currency that flowed in and out of Acosta, but Tokonus had long since abandoned the idea of decency and currency intermingling. “I cannot deny that those are within the bounds of their services, but if they were simply criminals then they wouldn’t be able to act with impunity,” the chancellor added. “Mercenaries can be hired to protect villages and bolster militaries; they aren’t all bad.” “And that is the part that you should be worried about. It appears that the Burgundy Boys have a working relationship with the other lords of Dawnleaf.” Othelia pressed her fingertips together in front of her as if preparing herself. “That means that, with a large enough portion of coin or the right incentive, they may join against us. Additional soldiers would already be stress enough, but what’s more, we do not know the number of men they have on their side or where they may be held up.”
November 30, 2025 at 1:54 PM
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Impede → disrupt | Not sure if I posted this before, but, Tok and Othelia have a conversation about the future of Dawnleaf.
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“You’ve learned me well,” Othelia began, pulling away from Tokonus’ embrace. “The particulars may just go over your head, as little as you know of Dawnleaf, but I will give you what insight that I can. At present the people of the Lumberlans, the Doklans and Portlight are under the control of the Frostborne. I want to disrupt that command, to make the totality of Dawnleaf independent.” Removing a scroll from its perch within a bookshelf, she unrolled it to reveal a map. For each point on the map, she placed a carved wooden piece; a ship for Portlight, a hound for the Lumberlans, and a fish for the Doklans. The totems were in place; she turned back to Tokonus. “These are the lands divided and if we only provide freedom without authority to head our territories, there will be a power vacuum. However quiet things may seem at first, there is bound to be a struggle later.” The Lady of Acosta pointed to the hound and raised her chin. “We need a seat of power, a stable voice for the masses to follow and that will be the Lumberlans – that will be Acosta. If we are to obtain the throne for those two, we will need to have their full cooperation.” “You mean their submission,” Tokonus corrected with a frown. “I am not a child, whether or not I can understand Hemsen politics or commerce, I can understand that much. There is no reason to hide your hand.” “Don’t be petty, Tok,” Othelia retorted, rolling her eyes. “Yes, we will vassalize them, but I don’t plan for us to treat them like cattle. Whatever word we use, hierarchy is the only language that these people understand. That is their culture, it is the one way they will know peace... with their tails pinned down neatly under a thumb.”
November 26, 2025 at 2:38 PM
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System → series | Tok finds himself in a temple under the eyes of different Gods than his own True Mother and he doesn't feel comfortable.
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The stone temple was smaller than the wooden one that was built within the Uesn village, but it was still big enough to fit many series of people. Yet Tokonus could not help but feel a sense of claustrophobia under the gaze of the stained-glass windows. The young lord was not beholden to any other divine than the True Mother, but that did not quell the anxieties that bubbled up inside him. Tokonus was uncertain the length of the ceremony, but he only hoped that it would not last. This space with its pews, statues, and holy servants in their sacred garb did not feel safe – not for the Lukshen; not for the stranger.
November 25, 2025 at 2:36 PM
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That is correct. She does not have super strength, but she's strong enough. I'll leave this snip here to expand.
“What brings you out this way Woodli?” Vashad did not need to look back to confirm; he’d have recognized her voice anywhere. Rising to full height, he turned to her with a small smile, his way of showing that she was not unwelcome. “Still with the name, Vash,” she replied thrusting a handbasket into his chest. “From yah mum, she ain’t want you to go hungry.” Vashad rubbed his sternum with one hand and held the basket with the other. The jab was deserved; Laudi hated the nickname that the boys had given her growing up. Where other young ladies were compared to delicate flowers, she was treated as an immovable tree. Despite her feelings on the matter, it was a fairly honest reading of her. When they were small and all was fair, it took nothing for Laudi to put a boy on his narrow end had they tested her. As time progressed and boys grew into men, she failed to be outpaced and could still send anyone running to their mothers. Vashad respected her, she put in twice the work and produced thrice the results. In a just world she would have been born with the same physical attributes as he had, but that wasn’t how life turned out. He lived by the code; she called it into question – but Vashad wasn’t foolish enough to throw it away because of one exception.
November 23, 2025 at 3:09 AM
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Pro tip, Laudi does not actually like the nickname Woodli. Vashad thinks that he can skip over that little detail - he is reminded otherwise.
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“It’s a sign of respect you know,” Vashad replied, placing the basket onto the ground gingerly. “There was some insecurity when it was created, but men are in awe of you and that is why you can’t rid yourself of it. They all think that you’re an indomitable woman, nothing can uproot their Woodli.” “And what of you,” Laudi inquired, casting her gaze at him from the corner of her eye. “Hmm... what do I think, what do I think,” Vashad spoke, feigning thoughtfulness as he closed in on her. Even before he touched her, he could feel the nervous tension along the length of her body. That did not stop his arms from wrapping around her waist from behind, did not stop him from pulling her close – and it certainly did not stop him from caressing the dips along her abs. “I think that you have your vulnerabilities, like anyone else. That if a person, like me, knew where to tickle and prod that you would shudder under the breeze.” And as if under a verbal spell, she did quiver against his body. Vashad did not hesitate to capitalize on her moment of weakness. His lips brushed against her neck; his breath rushed across her skin. A sharp breath audibly pulled into Laudi’s lungs, leaving a smile on Vashad’s – A groan escaped his lips as he realized that he was the one to let his guard down. “Everyone’s got a weakness, right,” Laudi cooed a fist full of his groin in her hand. Of course, she hadn’t gripped him with enough force to hurt him – it would have been easy enough to do so had she wanted – but her point was proven. “Certainly... mmm... certainly you’re right,” Vashad chuckled out through clenched teeth. That dangerous part of her, against his better judgment, found a way to excite and amuse him. “Perhaps we should eat instead.” “Yeah, perhaps we should...
November 23, 2025 at 2:20 AM
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Crystal | While working the errands given by his Nannan, Vashad is approached by a friend~
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Vashad, crouching near a riverbed, held his trowel near the compact soil that held a patch of riverspine. Carefully he loosened the stoney dirt around the roots, encouraging it to relinquish the green herbs to him. Humming to himself, he took his time dancing the hand shovel back and forth along the plants removing them one by one. Even when taking his time, it did not take long before he had the bundle cleaned of dirt and placed in his satchel. “Mhm...,” Vashad huffed out as he reviewed his list. Having checked off the riverspine with his writing coal, he realized he was about halfway through with his task. Raising a hand to shield his eyes, he took a peek at the position of the sun. “I’m moving far too quickly. Break time it is then.” Dusting off his hands against his thighs, he looked out over the creek. Underneath the surface of the crystal blue waters fish darted back in forth busily surviving within their aquatic civilization. They were no different from the people in his village, hurriedly moving between their shelters and their hunting grounds to meet their quotas. Eating and being eaten, keeping the balance of nature just as it was meant to be. Vashad did not envy them. Their destinies were set before they were ever hatched while he could swim against the currents at his leisure. “There you are Vash,” called a feminine voice from behind him, striking him from his thoughts. “What brings you out this way Woodli?” Vashad did not need to look back to confirm;he’d have recognized her voice anywhere. Rising to full height, he turned to her with a small smile, his way of showing that she was not unwelcome.
November 22, 2025 at 8:00 PM
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Direction | Vashad is, uncharacteristically, looking for chores. His grandmother Alura ain't buying his sudden sense of responsibility.
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“Alright, out with it. Why are you here,” Alura inquired, wandering out of sight. Even with the distance, her voice easily traveled to his ears. “This is certainly not the center of town, but there is no use hiding here and I’m sure you know that.” “Yes, I had considered as much myself,” Vashad replied massaging the nervous tension from his neck. “And that is why I’m not planning to stay here either. I won’t bore you as it appears that you know why I’m here, but I will request a list of stock I could get for you.” “Well, I can’t say you – take a cookie – I can’t say you lack for brains,” Alura offered returning with a plate of the dessert. “Mmm... thank you,” Vashad responded, forcing a smile that could not mask his discomfort. The treat that he was forced to take in hand was his Nannan’s world notorious knotty sap cookies. The taste was horrendous, but Alura insisted that they were good for keeping illnesses at bay, so Vashad showed his respect by choking them down. “So, how about it. Does the brewmother have a task for me, or will I have to wander aimlessly through the thick of the woods? Lost, adrift, directionless – hoping that I can find my way back.” “It’s certainly a shame that no traveling performers come out this way. I’m certain you would have fit right in.” “Riding rough in a cramped carriage, sleeping in dusty bedrolls and fighting off the ticks during a leak between towns? I could never,” Vashad replied with a shiver for emphasis. “Besides, who would provide my little old Nannan her entertainment were I to leave?"
November 21, 2025 at 1:14 PM
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Special | How about an introduction to Vashad with this snip~ From my rewrite of Vanity and the Brass Crowns.
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Vashad himself knew this quite well and lived by that code. Twenty-five, in the prime of his life with a stature that might just make a giant jealous. No fruit was out of the reach of his arms, no stream too deep for his legs. Nature had gifted him strength, enough to be the envy of all in the hamlet he called home. Knowledge was at his disposal as well – quite a gift when an education was reserved for those of wealth in the cities. By all accounts, Vashad was a prized bull among whither goats, and he was all too aware of it. Not a single thing more could he, nor would he ask for. Another of his more unique attributes, one that made him stand out nearly as much as his height, was his red toned, brown skin. It was as if his parents sculpted him from clay – a perfect golem of a man. Of the roughly dozen families that filled the homes and worked the land in which he was born, only a handful shared his complexion and only his father was darker. A fact that made him a target of being othered by his fairer skinned peers as a child. A struggle he would endure until his body began the metamorphosis into an adult. A calf on weak legs waseasy to topple, but as the bull grew his horns, the goats learned their place. Apprenticing for his father was no great chore either. Jakari was patient, kind, and forgiving – and arguably the most valuable man in the whole of Tanninide. Although the village was small – so small in fact that a temple hadn’t even been erected there – his father’s work as a metalsmith was invaluable. Tools were needed for every part of life and Jakari was the only one who could forge them properly. There wasn’t a metal in all of Inuju that the man couldn’t coax into shape and by studying under him, Vashad was made more special still.
November 20, 2025 at 1:25 PM
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Third → Three | Duggy is praying to receive some good news now that power is on. He could use a win!
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With a content sigh, I rose off of the couch trying to shrug off the laziness I felt after a good meal. With great effort, I was able to successfully drag my feet over to where my phone was stationed. It was officially powered on and charged to fifty-three percent. As wonderful as that was, I knew better than to take it off of the cord before it was full. Instead, swiping up on the screen, I allowed the handheld device to vibrate in my hands aggressively. Notification after notification came through. Emails, text messages, and an ungodly number of apps notes flooded my status bar. As much as I wanted to begin flicking them away immediately, I didn’t rush the phone. It had been days since the last time that it had been powered on, it was better not to stress the poor thing out and end up breaking it. Once the last alert came across the screen, I went to work clearing out all the spam and notifications that seemed irrelevant. I also made sure to turn off the vibration feature, I had heard somewhere that it used more of the charge if it was on. With everything tidy, I checked to see if I could get online.
November 19, 2025 at 8:45 PM
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Othelia journaling after a long day of dealing with nobles she can't stand:
Shown is a screenshot of a Twitter post by Gennette Cordova that reads: "It's interesting growing up and learning that most adults are not smart. I had my suspicions as a kid, but I didn't think the situation was this dire."
November 18, 2025 at 5:18 PM
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I really love world building my little fictional city. Moments like these scratch the same itch as when I build Tok's world up.
Adulthood had left me complacent, had softened me up, but there was a time when Duggy had to fight on the streets of Cook Berry Ave. Right off the bus, it was knuckle up or be treated like a punk. Like most students, those enrolled in South Sol High loved to watch – and instigate – an unnecessary fight between peers. More than a couple of times I had been subjected to a hot head who thought he had something to prove to his friends or some girls watching from the sidelines. Fortunately, getting jumped wasn’t a common affair so it was much easier to defend myself. That memory though, that time of adolescent headhunters, reminded me there was still a survivor buried under years of instant ramen and gamer thumbs.
November 18, 2025 at 3:14 PM
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What perfect album came out the year you turned 16?

I prefer St. Elsewhere, but damn The Odd Couple doesn't get enough love.
Shown is the album cover for the hip-hop collaboration 'Gnarls Barkley' titled 'The Odd Couple'. The artists involved are hip-hop producer Danger Mouse and Rapper/Singer Ceelo Green.
November 17, 2025 at 2:10 PM
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Spend | On an already tough day, Duggy is an ominous message on his phone.
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With a shake of my head, I tucked my phone and earbuds in my pocket. Since I was gonna have to walk anyway, I decided to duck into the minimart. Might as well snatch up a couple munchies before I took the ten-minute walk to the crib. The convenience store was the same as every other convenience store you could find in a city like mine. Shelves of marked up snacks and pantry items near the front, a pastry station with expensive doughnuts right near the register and fridges filled with cold drinks lining the walls. There was also an old microwave near a hotdog roller, but I never used it. I wasn’t trying to spend any longer than I had to in a place like that and I was certainly not the type to eat a cup of noodles on the way home or something. As I walked past the register, I paid the clerk no mind. Normally, I would peruse the aisles as if I wasn’t going to grab the same thing I always did, but I was in no mood for the charade. Snatching up a Sweet Butter candy bar and a canned CaliPop’s fruit tea – orange flavor of course – I stomped my way up to the counter and placed my treats down. As I waited for the ring up, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I quickly pulled it out and was greeted by another service alert message. ‘Emergency Alert; seek shelter and lock your doors.’
November 17, 2025 at 1:18 PM
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Since Tok was a nobody who rose to greatness so he can protect his people with no desire for power.

The opposite would be a King who fights for power no matter who he must betray or hurt.
Shown is the character Ganondorf from the Nintendo videogame series, "The Legends of Zelda".
November 16, 2025 at 6:28 PM
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Run | Perfect snip to share after what we discussed about Tok yesterday~
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“I do not know what to think of you right now,” Othelia huffed out, taking Tokonus completely by surprise. “After everything that has happened to you... to those you hold dear. Do you suddenly find yourself growing fond of these people?” “No... Otalia this isn’t about anyone else. I’m worried because I’ve grown fond of you.” Tokonus clenched his fist, his eyebrows wrinkled together, and he let the breath escape his lungs. “I have seen what power does to people. What and who they are willing to sacrifice to obtain it. I don’t want that for you – and more, I don’t want to lose you to it.” Otalia visibly bit her lip, barely concealing the small smile that struggled to grow on her face. Looking back up to him, she fluttered within arm's reach and hit him in the chest. The gesture could not have been anything other than a playful act of frustration. “How do you do that, Tok? Every time I think I have you figured out, you run circles around me.” “Maybe it's not me you need to figure out.” “I am not doing this to rule,” Othelia stated firmly ignoring Tokonus’ message. “Left to their own devices, left unchecked, the people of Dawnleaf will cannibalize one another. That is why I must stand in their way. All I ask from you... is to be there when I do. Accept this deal, Tok. Believe in me and I won’t disappoint you.” Tokonus knew that there were words left unsaid, that she had not told him everything – but he wanted so desperately to believe that his lady would do the right thing. There could only be one conclusion. This woman, she was his responsibility and if she did not make the correct choice, he would do what he must. “If that is your wish."
November 16, 2025 at 2:28 PM
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Tok doesn't inherently care about honor. To him it's just a pretty word. Actions and results matter more to him. Below is a snip about that exact thing:
...loose, and there was a bit of jagged tearing making for a rough looking scar. Tokonus did not worry, as Kesup had concluded, the lord had found himself becoming used to the blemishes. If nothing else, they served as a reminder of his deeds and how far he would go to keep his word. Tokonus might have complained about the futility of honor, but that was only in death. In life, that same honor that he scoffed at was just another form of currency. With it he purchased warriors, supporters... and lovers.
November 15, 2025 at 12:11 AM
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Week → time | A bit of context to Tok and Othelia's previous conversation
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For a time, they walked in silence. The lord could only assume that she was leading him to a place where they could speak uninterrupted. After a safe distance, she turned off into a room that Tokonus remembered far too well – Rodderick's old study. The room had long since been cleaned and organized, and yet the smell of blood haunted Tokonus, although he knew it wasn’t truly there. “I assume your mind has been churning or you wouldn’t have brought me in here, so what have you figured out,” Tokonus asked as cooly as he could. “I do not think that [redacted] is lying... and as much as I hate to say it, I think that we should take up his offer.” Othelia shuffled in place; it was hard to tell if she was on board with her own idea. When her eyes locked with his, it was almost as if she could read his thoughts and had prepared a suitable defense. “I haven’t gone soft; I don’t think that we should accept unconditionally, but [redacted] is an asset and as long as [redacted] doesn’t prove to be a liability then taking them on is worth the risk.” “That’s not good enough,” Tokonus countered, shaking his head. “There is a reason you believe him and I would like to know why. You have to be one of the most distrusting and calculating people that I know, for you to take the Abysmal’s words at face value does not add up.”
November 14, 2025 at 5:07 PM
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The gangs all here~
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November 14, 2025 at 3:25 AM
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Tok wouldn't understand this meme at all, but Duggy would find it funny. Although not a nihilist, he would find the inevitability of adversity portrayed in such a silly/cute way at least chuckle worthy.
Shown is a small chubby four legged creature, looking at the screen with a frown and tears in its eyes. There are five tomatoes that have been thrown at it, three hitting their mark; head, back and stomach. Two have landed on the ground harmlessly. Above the creature is a tag line that reads, "What WILL happen." The word 'will' is in all capitalized letters, emphasizing the inevitability of the outlined scenario.
November 13, 2025 at 6:24 PM
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Build | Tok is still learning how to navigate romance and his budding desires. Like a child with a new toy he's more interested in it than his responsibilities. Still he has self control no matter how much he wants to play~
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A promise to share her thoughts unfiltered was not what he wanted, but Tokonus had to admit that it was progress. That did not mean that she was off the hook. Moving in on her, he placed his hands on her waist and pulled his lady close. “I trust you, I’ll let you have your way – but don’t make me ask later. I wouldn’t want any static to build up between us now.” Tok moved to deliver a kiss to Othelia’s forehead but was impeded by a row of her fingers. “Now Lord Tokonus, just because we are alone does not mean you can perform in just any fashion. I promise I will tell you what you want to know, but we must have decorum when we are together.” Othelia gave him a gentle smile as if to show that she was not rejecting him entirely, but the lady did not give in either. “Besides, we’re not done. I said before that we could not accept the offered terms without conditions and I meant that.” The Lukshen lord accepted the rejection on the outside gracefully but was not as well put together inside. The comfort that came from their new physical relationship wasn’t something that he had ever experienced and now he wanted more. Othelia was correct to say that they had other business, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to ignore it. There would always be another problem, another task. Silently, he threw his tantrum, but verbally he agreed. “That you did, which can only mean that you have already come up with what you would ask for in return.”
November 13, 2025 at 9:06 AM
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Without downloading any new pics, describe your gender:
Shown is an extreme close up of the character Marina from the popular Nintendo video game series Splatoon. She is looking off to the side with squinting eyes and a smirk on her face. At the bottom of the image is text that reads: [Morally incorrect boner]
November 13, 2025 at 4:05 AM
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Little late for the shirt party, but here goes | While examining their visitor a poor revelation is uncovered.
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Tokonus’ eyes drifted over to Othelia while lowering his shirt. She did not see him, not with her head turned away as if she was lost in thought. It was very likely that the lady was recounting what she witnessed. There was no doubt that Othelia had been a bit shaken up by the altercation, but it took no time for her to return to her normal calculating self. To an unflattering degree, Tokonus wished that the moment of uncertainty had lasted longer. It would have given him an excuse – “There is nothing that I can do for him.” Tokonus hadn’t even registered who had spoken until he turned to the sound. Of course, his mother had been looking over [redacted] as requested. “I did not think that I had killed him, he was breathing to be sure,” Tokonus replied with a hint of concern in his voice. “No, it had nothing to do with what happened between you.” Sepera rubbed at the bridge of her nose, frustration so loud that you might have thought she had announced it to the world. “This young man, I can heal his body, but that is not where his problem lies. It is as you suspected, he is not sick... not in the traditional sense. His body is a host and what he is entertaining... is an Abysmal.”
November 12, 2025 at 7:29 PM
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Bored so I'm posting inspo for my characters' appearances.

Esthan II - Dev Patel
Othelia - Idara Victor
Allette - Caterina Murino
Douglas “Duggy” Marlowe - Winston Duke
Shown is actor and filmmaker Dev Patel. Shown is actress Idara Victor, best known for her lead roles in Rizzoli & Isles and Turn: Washington's Spies Shown is Italian actress Caterina Murino. Shown is Tobagonian actor Winston Duke, best known for his role as M'baku in the Marvel Cinematic Universe.
November 11, 2025 at 6:48 PM
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Picture → Imagine | Duggy was excited to connect to the Internet... Now he's not so sure it was a good thing.
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I paused and put my phone down, closing my eyes to calm down. There was a reason that the electricity came on, there was a reason that there was an access point. Shit, there had to be a reason that the shit was unlocked in the first place. If I kept calm, if I just went back and checked the places I had not looked, I would find something. ‘blah-ding,’ my phone cried. I nearly jumped from my skin when the notification chime came through. It didn’t seem possible, but as I pulled down the system tab, there was no doubt about it; ‘new message request’. It was an alert from GenNow. I didn’t hesitate, I didn’t ask questions, I accepted the message request to get to the bottom of this. G0ald_ieL0x: (You accepted, hit 1 if you’re not a bot) DuggyTron3030: (What? You n my dms? Prov you not a bot) G0ald_ieL0x: (Good nuff – I don’t have a lot of time) (This network won’t be active for long, just know I amz a scientist and a friend. I have info, the outbreak – it is man made. Add me) There were countless thoughts running through my mind. Why in the hell was this person reaching out to me? If they were really a scientist there had to be at least a hundred different people, they could have contacted. I couldn’t imagine what was going through this person's mind. This was the part of the movie where I would hit accept, find out some shit I wasn’t ever supposed to know and then wind up the sacrifice for some white savior. The good news? I was alone and there weren’t any particular living white people around for me to make such a mistake. The bad news, however, was that I was a big dumb idiot that accepted anyway. DuggyTron3030: (Fine, you added) (Now what’s goin on? Wh you contact me and when will the net drop?) G0ald_ieL0x: (I contacted at least a dozen people you’re 1 of 7 that actually answered) (Can’t talk longer, when the lights are on keep your phone ready)
November 9, 2025 at 6:26 PM
papadjinn.bsky.social
FUCK AI.

Show me something you made without the use of AI.
(I'm mid, but I've worked hard)
Shown is a picture of my original character, Lamar Filton. He is modeled after the Disney characters from the cartoon "Goof Troop". There are three images of him. In the upper left he is looking off to the side with a raised eyebrow and a smirk as if amused. To the right he is training with a sandbag, that he's wrestling with. It is marked with a couple of tags. The first in front and on the top states "450lbs | 205kg" and the back one at the bottom reads "Big Lyft 1992". In the final image he is preparing to eat a large meaty rib. Shown is a split image of my sona Papa Djinn. On the left shows him crouching in black and red underwear and a black and red tie. On his head are red bunny ears. On the right he is leaning on his elbow like an RnB singer with the same boxer, tie, and rabbit ear combo. Shown is an image of my and my friend's sonas. On the left is Captain Seckatai and on the right is Papa Djinn. The picture is a tribute to a two page spread from the manga "Sun-Ken Rock" by the South Korean mangaka Mu-Jik Park, aka Boichi. Seckatai and Djinn's dominant feet are touching as they square off. Seckatai is preparing to quick draw his katana and Djinn has his dominant arm raised near Seckatai's face in an offensive stance. They are both injured but they look determined to win in the struggle they are having.
November 5, 2025 at 6:09 PM