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Dimension 20 Poet
@dimension20poet.bsky.social
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Poetry inspired by Dimension 20
Now writing for: ☁️Cloudward, Ho!⚙️
Fan account; may contain spoilers

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“No bloody crying in the sky, alright?”—even after reading this poem, we must keep a stiff upper lip in honor of Van Chapman, the loud and cloudward bosun of sky and sea alike. Plus, a bonus Bert poem!

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Images of Siobhan Thompson & character art for Van Chapman from Dimension 20's Cloudward, Ho! The poem reads: Van Chapman A Chapman descended from those who descended into brackish depths, dimmed where lights they lit ended; ’til there among monuments, beacons defended, Van faces and graces the god who forfended the fates of the Chapmans and scourges of Zern, whose name she’d long known—though she had first to learn. Tazgw’agwa’s lost name resounds down Chapman’s line, reflected in rescues ere times end in brine. A curse handed down ’til it ends at Van’s gauntlet, the sea takes them young—still they sail forth undaunted. Van takes to the winds, lets no crew come to harm; she’ll lead on sky legs but repress her sea arm. This thalassic lass, sick of spurning the waves, done gauging the danger, bids west winds be brave. With inky obtenebrant tentacles free, Van Chapman reclaims both her kin and their sea. A Chapman all told, her whole life is seagirt apart from her heart which lands squarely on Bert. This side of the moon, she’ll sail by obscure stars to fathoms unfathomed, to farthest Shahar, for myths become maps when paths charted are chosen by Vanellope Chapman, the Zephyr’s sure bosun. Illustration of Bert Chapman from Dimension 20's Cloudward, Ho! The poem reads: Bert Chapman Dirigibles and aiolis— two things served best in flights. I too was whisked into the air when my heart soared new heights. Our courtship bloomed like onions, though mine always make Van cry. My love’s first love is to the sea, her second to the sky— But I’m her guy; she asks if I could understand. “I do.” Since Van’s my something borrowed, we both sail into the blue.
November 8, 2025 at 8:33 PM
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We already have the lyrics to a theme song 👀
An image of Lou Wilson as Beedo Meemaw (in shawl and beanie w/ goggles) from Make Some Noise. The poem reads: Here is the tale, so come one and come all for The Ballad of Beedo Meemaw. In her goggles and shawl, her crochet overalls, you know this is Beedo Meemaw. A mien so hospitable, downright despicable, she’s who she threatens to be—though she waves a big knife, she will light up your life to the sounds of the siren, beedo! She greets you arms wide with a hearty “Bello!” You love to see Beedo Meemaw. You get a care package, the gift tag is yellow: “Cookies para tu from Meemaw.” She’ll exclaim, “why, you grew!” and “I must abet Gru!” A gran for your villainy needs—oh she’s accident-prone, but her hugs smell like home ’til it goes up in fire, beedo! In the winter, she flies south to Copacabana, checks in under “Beedo Meemaw.” At her ripe old age, she’s our favorite ba-nana— steal the moon and our hearts, Beedo Meemaw.
November 6, 2025 at 6:03 PM
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Reaching across time, Marya gives the future her future back…

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An image of Marya and Ludmila (specifically their minis from Dimension 20's Cloudward, Ho!) with a heart inscribed "So beats a worthy heart," XOXO, Marya. The poem underneath reads: "What's past is prologue, protégé, my time is yours eterne. I seized the scrap to build your days, I lived—so it's your turn."
November 4, 2025 at 10:04 PM
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BEEDO MEEMAW! Everyone's favorite minion grandma—or "ba-nana," if you will. She's a knife witch, she's a riverboat gambler... now she's a ballad.

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October 31, 2025 at 4:27 PM
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Feeling sky-eyed, might delete later…

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October 23, 2025 at 2:22 AM
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Bling bing! A few verses for our favorite forge cleric who we effing love, Ostentatia Wallace (@izball.bsky.social)
A picture of Ostentatia Wallace, forge cleric from Dimension 20: The Seven. The poem reads: "I’ll speak before spoken to—even by gods, I fucking love conflict, am at ease when at odds, so Seven’s a number I’m first to defend; I’ll reshape the world just to save my best friends. Why’s my dad sad? — is a question YOU asked, faux-Gucci, a mansion, and miracles mask that mithral’s exhausted, that things are not fine, that these gorgeous designs are the bulk of what’s mine. So brazen o’er braziers, the world’s tongs in my hands, even Eidolons covet my signature brand: charmed earrings and handbags, all by Wallace (when Pyrria ordered, I near passed away). I’ll come in so hot if you need any mending; when I fucking love you, I’ll yell it—bling bing! With hammers held high, we will all forge ahead, and for Logran’s sake someone get me my GED!"
September 19, 2025 at 2:49 AM
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(6/6)
Brennan Lee Mulligan clutches a mug in perfect happiness, eyes closed, face lit by the sun, fulfilled. The poem reads: "This sudden exit’s certain, no flip-flopping, the “Yes or No” star slips into this role. Brennan’s out, from Dropout he is dropping to find Felicity in leather soles."
July 20, 2025 at 5:47 PM
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(5/6)
Brennan Lee Mulligan examines a leather doll boot, sitting at a desk littered with shoemaker's instruments. The poem reads: "From vampires to vamps, he makes his trade; as Aguefort yields to aglets, passion wins; no more spats with Sam, just spats of suede as Brennan finds leeway in moccasins."
July 20, 2025 at 5:44 PM
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(4/6)
A close-up of Brennan Lee Mulligan, smiling, arranging doll boots on the table. The poem reads: "He’s humbly stepping down from second place, renouncing heartfelt tales of bards and rogues; his old ties to D20 come unlaced as Brennan does up Josefina’s brogues."
July 20, 2025 at 5:42 PM
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(3/6)
Brennan Lee Mulligan offers up a pair of lovely white doll shoes with black bows and ornamentation while surrounded by his new clients (American Girl dolls). The poem reads: "So Brennan flees the dome, his favored turf to cobble his soul free from roseate birds; says bye to heroes Beardsley, Zac, and Murph to finish stitching Emily’s oxfords."
July 20, 2025 at 5:39 PM
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(2/6)
Brennan Lee Mulligan sits cross-legged on the floor sketching into a notebook, designing shoes for two American Girl dolls. The poem reads: "From kicks that stride and spring and add to jumps, a DM’s dreams turn real in shoed pursuits. For Molly, loafers; Kit’s in slingback pumps; his true initiative’s in combat boots."
July 20, 2025 at 5:36 PM
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On the heels of the historic Game Changer pitch by @vicmmic.bsky.social comes the announcement that @brennanleemulligan.bsky.social is leaving Dropout to pursue his true passion: making shoes for American Girl dolls. (1/6)

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On the front porch of a cabin, Brennan Lee Mulligan holds his face in his hands contemplatively. In front of him, the text of a poem reads: "The current run of plastic shoes is shoddy, and Brennan hates a gimcrack heel that sloshes with plastic seams, anachronisms gaudy— he leaves to fashion accurate galoshes."
July 20, 2025 at 5:35 PM
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Dimension 20: On A Bus: The Poem

Say “hi, my people!” Huge props to @katiemarovitch.bsky.social who, when offered a season of Dimension 20, said “Put me in, Coach.” No wait, sorry… “put me in THE coach...”

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On a background of Katie Marovitch in elf garb standing over a pink toy bus, a poem reads: "Say hi, my people—breathe the aimless Air, as web traffic alone will drive this bus. To LAX, wheels round and round go thus on plotless ground, unthorough thoroughfare. Our DMs ousted from the driver’s seat as passengers will ride or die nonplussed. Here sets and stats come off superfluous, but mini M&Ms look awfully sweet. When ups and downs and fives bear no context, a hoped-for six can steer us hazardous… No bus! So tune in next week to discuss and get in comments—Brennan’s viral vexed. From Katie’s omniscience, this omnibus, a vehicle sans form, no frills nor fuss, delivered us this fare eponymous— so rolled Dimension 20: On A Bus."
July 16, 2025 at 3:59 PM
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“Riddled into Riddance: The Story of a Radish”—specifically, of Raphaniel Charlock from The Ravening War
An image of an old bearded radish man, Raphaniel Charlock from Dimension 20: The Ravening War" behind a poem that reads: "Riddled into Riddance: The Story of a Radish This bulbous bishop preaches with a twinkle in his lie, a dead man’s cry belying disembowelment below. His wrinkled head heaped high with secrets, parched and drying, reddened by the blood of rotten schemes. The shatter’s cast! his frail hand predisposed to actions not his own—in bladed dreams, he serves a future molded, decomposed by those who turn the world’s mycelic heart. His words desert him at what doors he probes while steel growls real; his politic’s just art to be refused, discarded like his robes. Demoted, our lost pawn seeks out the dead, the truth that all are destined to be shred."
April 14, 2025 at 8:53 PM
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Romantic tokens from long-“timeline” paramours, Fig Faeth & Ayda Aguefort. (Fantasy High Junior Year, Ep. 4)

#dimension20 #fantasyhigh
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On a golden background of ornate plate armor, and punctuated with a flourish at the bottom, a poem reads: "A knight—the last of dominoes come toppling through time— delivers, as his sacred charge, a shining scroll sublime. He dare not peek at secret words, made holy with their age, a duty that had borne him on since he was just a page. So with "Fig Faeth" on his lips, his purpose finds its end; her fated hand closed on the scroll—a text, from her girlfriend. Sweet nothings, yes, but through the epochs they say all, a simple "hey," enough to stand the squalls of time in scrawl. For Fig and Ayda, paramours, long-timeline is frustrating, but trysts in trilobites are theirs; through carbon they keep dating. In ardor, they will build each other orders just to say, hello my love, I miss you, my dad's weird, but how's your day?"
March 29, 2025 at 8:32 PM
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Fakename. Stacy Fakename.

Written for @danielleradford.bsky.social, and inspired by all who donned the moniker (especially @vornietom.bsky.social, @mikewtrapp.bsky.social, & @brennanleemulligan.bsky.social)

#dimension20
A black-and-white image of Stacy Fakename from Dimension 20's Mentopolis behind a poem which reads: "Stacy Fakename: Identities hide behind shadows cerebral; though as synapses flicker, concealments feel feeble. Curio’s hunch hangs like smoke in a room, as years as a gum-shoe lead him to assume… so prompts the first question of all film noir: to this dame in the dark: “I must know who you are.” Imelda Pulse is her name, so of course on a whim, she’d coined a transparent (though apt) pseudonym; and though our detective sees right through this ploy, he pockets this moniker——the real fake McCoy. The case is now open; soon everyone’s duping with this shameless alias perfect for snooping. No matter the stakes, you know you wanna say this catch-all uncatchable clear sobriquet. F as in Fakename, but also in flight—— the second she’s named, she careens outta sight."
March 27, 2025 at 5:20 PM
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In celebration of the impending new season of @gamechangershow.bsky.social, D20 Poet proudly presents:

"I've Got a Golden Sam Pin"
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March 26, 2025 at 8:36 PM
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Buddy Bear sonnet! Our favorite cat tree lives eternally in the Arcadia he helped resurrect, so we’ve immortalized Buddy Bear here in rhyme too. Written for Jujubee and inspired by the finale of Dungeons and Drag Queens Season 1 (in honor of the new S2 finale) #dimension20 #dungeonsanddragqueens
A cat tree covered in flowers as the rainbowy background to a poem entitled, "Ode to Buddy Bear." The text reads: The burden of Thanara’s barren lands must not be borne by one dread queen alone— so Twyla plants a seed with hopeful hands in hedge-grown happy haunches on death’s throne. To softest rumbles, deadlands sigh and split as freshly open earth begins to purr; soon fairy spirits flit to live alit in golden sunlight, warm in jasmine fur. The Allblossom’s dear gift will keep on giving, a budding boon in druidcraft and care— eternal roots, the life that stems from living now blooms in the embrace of Buddy Bear. The pulse of Twyla’s heart—a chuisle mo chroí— is fierce enough to let the fae live free.
February 13, 2025 at 6:32 PM
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A recent villanelle for #MisfitsandMagic, reflecting on K (@erikaishii.bsky.social) as lines repeat and their magic amplifies. What a magnificent season—made magical by moments like this.
#dimension20 #mismag2
Erika Ishii stares into a compact mirror in front of a background of computer servers. The title, "Firewall" appears mirrored on either side of the poem, which reads: "To breach the firewalls within our heads, to loose our latent magics, K will glide down Weugan's spout, where magic coils red. With too much oomph, the Heart of Weugan bled, the passion of K's causes amplified to breach the firewalls within their head. K dwells on good intentions that misled: the bits, the fictions... rosy glasses lied. Snap! K's magic roils, coils red. Compacted magics gleam with what's unsaid— the tropes, the truths, the clumsy ways K tried to breach the firewalls within their head. But K can hack it. Fervors, servers spread a magic that would spin us world and wide— their network routes, through magics coiled red. The risk that Itsy Bitsy be misread K shoulders on their crimson-coded side. They breached the firewalls within their head to build and serve a magic coiled red."
December 6, 2024 at 9:23 PM
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Sharing my first & favorite villanelle, from Adaine’s perspective of that full-circle moment (FHJY: “The Name” & FH: “The Beginning Begins,” ft. @vornietom.bsky.social)

This repetitive form best expresses these divinatory magics, underscoring the small-then-seismic changes to this Oracle's future.
Two faded images of Siobhan Thompson as Adaine Abernant from her freshman and junior years, with lightning streaking across the background. The poem reads: "As Oracle, she can't have been that good to drown on the Cerulean surprised; with storms out there to see, you'd think she would. When divinations function as they should, they peer through purposes and ships disguised; as Oracle, she can't have been that good. When your whole deal's to deal in likelihoods, such oversight is hard to empathize— with storms out there to see, you'd think she would! But seeing now what I'd not understood, grim raindrops fall and futures are revised. As Oracle, I can't have been that good. Lightning strikes twice! From 'neath an obscured hood, my own words echo snide, and I'm chastised; with storms out there to see, you'd think I would. When I'm struck down where I should not have stood, they'll sneer observant as I'm eulogized: As Oracle she can't have been that good, with storms out there to see, you'd think she would."
December 5, 2024 at 10:46 PM
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Lou Wilson as Whitney Jammer, the heart of the team who makes everyone a part of his team. Clearly, Jammer is the G.O.A.T…. and mess with the goat, get the horns!
A young man in a green/black hoodie with a goat head pictured on it twirls a basketball on one finger on a green background. The poem reads: "On three, we see our captain introduced: when Jammer speaks, teams rally at his word. He's drafted to where fountains flow with juice— but first he'll have to fight this big-ass bird. On six, he kicks off in the air for Scuppers, to coach Evan in trash talk and in flight. He orders up McRibs for Goat House suppers, and with his kettlebells he keeps it tight. On nine, he binds his best friends to one team— the pilot program's all in this together. While palming Spalding, Jammer finds the seams to turn his sure assists into charmed tethers. Thus Jammer pulls his squad off the sidelines, 'cause family on six, Muggle on nine."
December 5, 2024 at 5:00 AM
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@brennanleemulligan.bsky.social as Evan Kelmp, a bastion of facts and fairness, a fearsome, wholesome wizard who comes to embrace even the darkest parts of himself for his friends. Need he say Goat House?! This sonnet honestly reports the facts of his life (so people might get emotional)
A young man with an old-fashioned black coat wearing a backpack and looking askance with his hands in his pockets and shiny black shoes, on a grey background. The poem reads: "Mere facts of this guy's life, like shadows, loom— they call him "Dark One"... Evan Kelmp would do. His joy sits on the end of a push broom and soars as locked-winged albatrosses flew. On Evan's soul, dark forces called their dibs, and showed him truths in sunless, hopeless hells— there dads will dance on cages made of ribs, while here McRibs get floored like kettlebells. As shadows kept K's sadboy in his gloam, on Kelmp's behalf, Sam Black did intercede. With Jammer, Evan made Goat House a home, and learned when people care, you should concede. With darkness tamed, now Evan can be seen— though his gas station phone still has no screen."
December 5, 2024 at 4:54 AM
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@danielleradford.bsky.social as Sam Britain, the newly renamed Twitch streamer extraordinaire, who can charm her way into and then out of any situation with a warmth that is truly disarming
A young woman wearing a fashionable teal coat holding a handbag that contains within it a teacup pig carrying a selfie stick in its mouth on a teal background. The poem reads: "This trendsetter is called Sam Black, for now— her network builds, she charms folks and dreams big; her content—spellbinding—can't help but wow with cutest help from T2 the stream pig. Her chrome wand and her eyes shine mirror bright, reflecting all the latest social trends; Sam cultivates her gift of ley line sight to foster tethers 'twixt her closest friends. Sam's talents as an influencer witch make every person feel like they belong. Her followers transcend the bounds of Twitch— she fosters Goat House pride through live mukbangs. So as Sam Britain turns the page, subscribe to see her broadcast magic, charm, and vibes."
December 5, 2024 at 4:48 AM
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@erikaishii.bsky.social as K Tanaka, the trope aficionado who is always on the verge of biting through their wand; defender of friends and mage of sparkly darkness
A young woman dressed in pink tech gear (headphones, a VR set), holding a laptop on a pink background. The poem reads: "The wizard Xx_BrokenDream_xX had not forsworn their Hogwarts letter hopes— they swore by Satan that they're SO complex but still distilled life into tragic tropes. A champion in search of their crusade, K sought their kind in darkness at first blush— but their wand glitters rosy as it aids the plights of Evan Kelmp, a real-life crush. K's magic's tilt seems lilting, pink, and trilling, a sweatered chipmunk sur velocipede, but fairytales mature, now Grimm and thrilling— defending and transforming as friends need. K's bubblegum and shadow, songs and screams— the manic pixie nightmare of our dreams."
December 5, 2024 at 4:39 AM