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Emilia
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A corporate character designer, a gardener, a writer of sci-fi and spec fic and somehow an optimist. Free Palestine!
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I went to Japan for the first time this past May and I snapped this pic at the top of the Tokyo Sky tree. I'm honestly floored at how perfect it is. #tokyo #photography
Tokyo at sunset in late spring where the sun blocked by the clouds paints a city street with a glimmer of light
November 7, 2025 at 4:55 PM
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Weekly Doodle during work down time.
A sketch of three surrealist pillars topped with different scenes of nature and humans amidst a field of fire.
May 30, 2025 at 5:56 PM
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Reflections in Rapture
Hook: When chatGPT aliens invade earth in 1862 to harvest creativity

In Heaven there is no sound. No wind. No voices. No music. Only you standing upon the bridge between the Stasis Spire and the Infinite Garden, between your rest and duty.

#1stLinePit #WIP #SF #A
In Heaven there is no sound. No wind. No voices. No music. Only you standing upon the bridge between the Stasis Spire and the Infinite Garden, between your rest and duty. They cast umbral shadow to carpet the clouds below but with your synthetic eyes you can zoom in to pick out your shadow, a thin stitch of black in the midst of white cloth clouds and behemoth monoliths of stone. Above the fabric is a deep unreal blue and black of space, stars appearing in the gradient between. This bridge is an omen. As this place—this five kilometer long bridge—is the only place you know freedom, or rather the possibility of it. The plate teetering on the edge of the table, the space between each artist’s stroke, the hand on a door pushing, if you didn’t open the door, draw the stroke or still the plate you’d die. Your purpose can’t be ignored. The bridge is split down the middle by a canal snaking through it to feed the endless waterfall that mark the entrance from the City thousands of meters below. You’re alone. The bridge at other times filled with shepherds and attendants but this late in the rotation so few humans remain in the Infinite Garden. Sometimes, a feeling you can’t identify blows through you like the gentle caress of hair from a lover. It defies explanation yet you pause at it and find yourself looking at the glassy water, unable to continue to move, trapped in the moment of transition.
April 5, 2025 at 3:54 PM
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The Midwest has some nice skies and sunsets
A reflection of the sunset above a pond A sunset in Iowa A tree standing against a stark sunset 🌇
March 19, 2025 at 4:02 PM
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When lawmakers are playing bingo during hearings it gives credence to the idea of a collapsing society.

When policies are written, voted upon and executed it should be a serious discussion not a game.

"Great" Is a word with mountain of baggage but all I can say is this is not it.
From @IowaStartingLine on facebook: Republican Lawmakers literally playing games with peoples' rights. A clerk at the state capitol found a 'debate bingo' card on a republican legislator's desk the day a bill to strip transgender Iowans' of civil protections was debated. Photo includes a 5x5 grid of different bingo options in reference to common debate proceedings. Labeled as Debate Bingo - Week 16
March 4, 2025 at 12:00 AM
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Crew Dynamics of The Expanse X deep PoV of the Luminous Dead X Stargate Vibes

Theme: What are we when we have no where left to call home?

Motifs: Loss, grief, coping

🚀 Retro Sci-fi Vibes
🌌 Galactic Empire
👑 Runaway Noble deurantagoinist 🛸 Alien Secrets
❤️ Found Family

#BluePit📖 #A #W #LGBT #SF
Nightblossom Blurb. The Ascendance has conquered the galaxy and eradicated all alien life, leaving humanity alone for the first time since history began. Maya is a xeno-archeologist on the dying planet Arthura far from civilization. The orange sky and failing biosphere, along with a life marred by tragedy has made her wish to be among the stars, somewhere she could call home and maybe have children one day. However, she can’t leave until she finds a uncensored record of history that will buy her way off the planet and maybe convince enough people that the Royals deserved to be ones forgotten. Bethari, a Royal, is looking for a weapon. A weapon to take the ship that has been chasing her for five years. The hunt takes her all over the Vela Cluster and ends with her on Arthura, where she has no alternative but to ask for help. Once they meet, Maya’s stable life crumbles in days. Freshly branded a terrorist, she is thrust into the galaxy unsure of what she should do or where she should go. Only one thing is certain, going back isn’t an option. When the ancient people of Earth looked to the stars they saw gods. When Maya looked to the stars all she saw was death. New gods born from quixotic ideals and hatred have taken up residence in the black, filling it with fusion bombs, biological weapons and nightmares born of flesh. The Royal’s war had scorched all the wonder from that vault of jewels. Still they shimmered. Still they touched some primordial part of her mind that responded to beauty. Even upon the dying world Arthura, midst the ruins of that long ago conflict, she found comfort in their vast expanse. It was dangerous. Naïve. But she couldn’t stop herself from wishing to be among them. The once Orvanan city was inhabited by nothing more than a few xeno-archeologists now, or more aptly put: battlefield scavengers. Sure the Royals dressed it up in the finery of a scientific discipline filled with insights from a thousand years of tradition and process, but it was as hollow as the bombed-out shells of homes, buildings of learning and inter-species cooperation. In the desecrated and forgotten remains of their fabled civilization, the founders of a hundred star-system alliance, Maya watched her wife take a drink of water from her backpack. She wished there was more to do than think. Thinking made her poetic.
January 13, 2025 at 11:55 PM
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It feels very appropriate to post a blue butterfly on Blue sky 😂. Caught this in a live photo at a butterfly garden #nature #butterfly
A blue winged butterfly hopping.
December 13, 2024 at 11:26 PM
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Another cat to make the world 🌍 a slightly fuzzier place 🐱. At some point I'll post other things! Like #design and maybe some #writing ?

#cats !!!
November 19, 2024 at 5:30 AM
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New to this whole thing called posting. Here's a #cat spiral 😊 as tribute
November 11, 2024 at 6:28 PM