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All hail our tech overlords. May they forever grant us their favor and their mercy.
October 24, 2025 at 10:02 PM
All hail our tech overlords. May they forever grant us their favor and their mercy.
October 7, 2025 at 5:14 PM
Aight, we back on our feet and back soon, folks.
Episode Four: Make Holy What Already Was, Part One (of five) is out on October 3.
Keep an eye out for episode two of Worldsbuilder publishing this Friday. It's my brutally honest post mortem for Broken Sky. #BlueskyCoven
Episode Four: Make Holy What Already Was, Part One (of five) is out on October 3.
Keep an eye out for episode two of Worldsbuilder publishing this Friday. It's my brutally honest post mortem for Broken Sky. #BlueskyCoven
September 18, 2025 at 3:25 AM
Aight, we back on our feet and back soon, folks.
Episode Four: Make Holy What Already Was, Part One (of five) is out on October 3.
Keep an eye out for episode two of Worldsbuilder publishing this Friday. It's my brutally honest post mortem for Broken Sky. #BlueskyCoven
Episode Four: Make Holy What Already Was, Part One (of five) is out on October 3.
Keep an eye out for episode two of Worldsbuilder publishing this Friday. It's my brutally honest post mortem for Broken Sky. #BlueskyCoven
🧿 #BlueskyCoven
:: When the Dreamer awakes, they find a razor-sharp shard. It glitters with an internal light, diamond-like, refractions of refractions. Twisting it, changing the angles, they almost see her eye reflected back. ::
I see you -- call upon me through this and I'll try to guide you.
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:: When the Dreamer awakes, they find a razor-sharp shard. It glitters with an internal light, diamond-like, refractions of refractions. Twisting it, changing the angles, they almost see her eye reflected back. ::
I see you -- call upon me through this and I'll try to guide you.
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July 15, 2025 at 12:31 AM
🧿 #BlueskyCoven
:: When the Dreamer awakes, they find a razor-sharp shard. It glitters with an internal light, diamond-like, refractions of refractions. Twisting it, changing the angles, they almost see her eye reflected back. ::
I see you -- call upon me through this and I'll try to guide you.
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:: When the Dreamer awakes, they find a razor-sharp shard. It glitters with an internal light, diamond-like, refractions of refractions. Twisting it, changing the angles, they almost see her eye reflected back. ::
I see you -- call upon me through this and I'll try to guide you.
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Because the clock is counting down. It is Kairos, divine timing, the only time this could ever have happened. The time horizon narrows. The curse spirals in. Now or never. Tick tock, tick tock.
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July 11, 2025 at 10:25 PM
Because the clock is counting down. It is Kairos, divine timing, the only time this could ever have happened. The time horizon narrows. The curse spirals in. Now or never. Tick tock, tick tock.
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Ah, of course. The quest is the Vision, which I seek to create. To make real. Of course the quest would lead me through the Underworld. It is only through trial that the Vision can be pursued. And it wouldn’t be a trial without risk. Of death. Of ending. Not with a bang, but a whimper.
3/
3/
July 11, 2025 at 10:21 PM
Ah, of course. The quest is the Vision, which I seek to create. To make real. Of course the quest would lead me through the Underworld. It is only through trial that the Vision can be pursued. And it wouldn’t be a trial without risk. Of death. Of ending. Not with a bang, but a whimper.
3/
3/
Is this the creation I meant to make? What a strange place to voyage through, if this is what I’ve dreamed up. Did I mean to create a world so dark, cold, and haunted? What kind of Creator am I, if these are the forms I shape?
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2/
July 11, 2025 at 10:21 PM
Is this the creation I meant to make? What a strange place to voyage through, if this is what I’ve dreamed up. Did I mean to create a world so dark, cold, and haunted? What kind of Creator am I, if these are the forms I shape?
2/
2/
🧿 #BlueskyCoven #Discovery
I dream.
I see only the place I’ve been held this whole time. Deep below dark waters, below shipwrecks and whalefall and broken, spewing pipelines, down in miles-deep trenches where the creatures who reside take monstrous forms.
1/
I dream.
I see only the place I’ve been held this whole time. Deep below dark waters, below shipwrecks and whalefall and broken, spewing pipelines, down in miles-deep trenches where the creatures who reside take monstrous forms.
1/
July 11, 2025 at 10:21 PM
🧿 #BlueskyCoven #Discovery
I dream.
I see only the place I’ve been held this whole time. Deep below dark waters, below shipwrecks and whalefall and broken, spewing pipelines, down in miles-deep trenches where the creatures who reside take monstrous forms.
1/
I dream.
I see only the place I’ve been held this whole time. Deep below dark waters, below shipwrecks and whalefall and broken, spewing pipelines, down in miles-deep trenches where the creatures who reside take monstrous forms.
1/
🧿 #BlueskyCoven #Expression
:: Realizing she'd been followed by a minion of that damned Eye, she curses.
:: It's not a curse that would burn away this tick, though. It's the spell of protection. ::
I place upon my altar this painting and poem, a warning against the puppets of spiteful gods.
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:: Realizing she'd been followed by a minion of that damned Eye, she curses.
:: It's not a curse that would burn away this tick, though. It's the spell of protection. ::
I place upon my altar this painting and poem, a warning against the puppets of spiteful gods.
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July 3, 2025 at 1:18 PM
🧿 #BlueskyCoven #Expression
:: Realizing she'd been followed by a minion of that damned Eye, she curses.
:: It's not a curse that would burn away this tick, though. It's the spell of protection. ::
I place upon my altar this painting and poem, a warning against the puppets of spiteful gods.
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:: Realizing she'd been followed by a minion of that damned Eye, she curses.
:: It's not a curse that would burn away this tick, though. It's the spell of protection. ::
I place upon my altar this painting and poem, a warning against the puppets of spiteful gods.
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I place upon this altar a window for Ofelia, witch of the Green. Precise, sharp, and willing to end things to maintain balance.
#BlueskyCoven #OopsAllWitches
#BlueskyCoven #OopsAllWitches
June 28, 2025 at 1:31 AM
I place upon this altar a window for Ofelia, witch of the Green. Precise, sharp, and willing to end things to maintain balance.
#BlueskyCoven #OopsAllWitches
#BlueskyCoven #OopsAllWitches
I place upon this altar a mural for Emmett, witch of the Heart. Youngest and softest of feeling among her sisters, though most of her short life spent hiding as prey in the wilds of her City.
#Expression #BlueskyCoven #OopsAllWitches
#Expression #BlueskyCoven #OopsAllWitches
June 28, 2025 at 1:29 AM
I place upon this altar a mural for Emmett, witch of the Heart. Youngest and softest of feeling among her sisters, though most of her short life spent hiding as prey in the wilds of her City.
#Expression #BlueskyCoven #OopsAllWitches
#Expression #BlueskyCoven #OopsAllWitches
I place upon this altar a mural for Nia, witch of the Claw. As she did in the Material, so she does in the Aether - fierce protector and defender of her sisters, people, and community.
#Expression #BlueskyCoven #OopsAllWitches
#Expression #BlueskyCoven #OopsAllWitches
June 28, 2025 at 1:28 AM
I place upon this altar a mural for Nia, witch of the Claw. As she did in the Material, so she does in the Aether - fierce protector and defender of her sisters, people, and community.
#Expression #BlueskyCoven #OopsAllWitches
#Expression #BlueskyCoven #OopsAllWitches
Lookout Point, Oakland
June 22, 2025 at 3:33 AM
Lookout Point, Oakland
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:: It is the Solstice. The longest day of the year. The sun makes her squint. She retreats inside.
:: She casts about for guidance, for inspiration. She sees only the moon and the darkness behind it. ::
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:: It is the Solstice. The longest day of the year. The sun makes her squint. She retreats inside.
:: She casts about for guidance, for inspiration. She sees only the moon and the darkness behind it. ::
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June 21, 2025 at 3:59 PM
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:: It is the Solstice. The longest day of the year. The sun makes her squint. She retreats inside.
:: She casts about for guidance, for inspiration. She sees only the moon and the darkness behind it. ::
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:: It is the Solstice. The longest day of the year. The sun makes her squint. She retreats inside.
:: She casts about for guidance, for inspiration. She sees only the moon and the darkness behind it. ::
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:: How different it can seem, looking at this modest place from a different perspective. ::
Is this how it's looked the whole time? I sit in beauty and treasure and purpose, and all my observers see is a cage.
I'll have to leave a little bit of me behind that speaks of safety.
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:: How different it can seem, looking at this modest place from a different perspective. ::
Is this how it's looked the whole time? I sit in beauty and treasure and purpose, and all my observers see is a cage.
I'll have to leave a little bit of me behind that speaks of safety.
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June 20, 2025 at 5:21 PM
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:: How different it can seem, looking at this modest place from a different perspective. ::
Is this how it's looked the whole time? I sit in beauty and treasure and purpose, and all my observers see is a cage.
I'll have to leave a little bit of me behind that speaks of safety.
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:: How different it can seem, looking at this modest place from a different perspective. ::
Is this how it's looked the whole time? I sit in beauty and treasure and purpose, and all my observers see is a cage.
I'll have to leave a little bit of me behind that speaks of safety.
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:: She stands inside, the light spilling across a line of salt onto her feet, splashing up into her face. She stands in a cluttered room, while the observer sees only her, wreathed in shadow. ::
What have you learned by opening them? What do you see on the other side?
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:: She stands inside, the light spilling across a line of salt onto her feet, splashing up into her face. She stands in a cluttered room, while the observer sees only her, wreathed in shadow. ::
What have you learned by opening them? What do you see on the other side?
1/
June 20, 2025 at 2:48 PM
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:: She stands inside, the light spilling across a line of salt onto her feet, splashing up into her face. She stands in a cluttered room, while the observer sees only her, wreathed in shadow. ::
What have you learned by opening them? What do you see on the other side?
1/
:: She stands inside, the light spilling across a line of salt onto her feet, splashing up into her face. She stands in a cluttered room, while the observer sees only her, wreathed in shadow. ::
What have you learned by opening them? What do you see on the other side?
1/
When you realize the headboard mural you’re working on for the guest bedroom has “Get ready for a Gamechanger!” vibes
“Tonight’s guest: she rests her head here-est when she stays nearest, it’s mommy dearest!”
“Tonight’s guest: she rests her head here-est when she stays nearest, it’s mommy dearest!”
June 20, 2025 at 1:04 AM
When you realize the headboard mural you’re working on for the guest bedroom has “Get ready for a Gamechanger!” vibes
“Tonight’s guest: she rests her head here-est when she stays nearest, it’s mommy dearest!”
“Tonight’s guest: she rests her head here-est when she stays nearest, it’s mommy dearest!”
2001 vibes.
We reap what we sow.
We reap what we sow.
June 12, 2025 at 8:11 PM
2001 vibes.
We reap what we sow.
We reap what we sow.
I absolutely adore the @dimension20.bsky.social editors.
June 12, 2025 at 4:44 AM
I absolutely adore the @dimension20.bsky.social editors.
:: Daytime is upon her and the windows of an older building reaching out to the sky have caught her attention. To have a sanctuary with no roof as a cage sounds freeing. ::
I think I could find myself at home here. Just imagine it at night - wide open skies above.
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I think I could find myself at home here. Just imagine it at night - wide open skies above.
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June 10, 2025 at 12:38 PM
:: Daytime is upon her and the windows of an older building reaching out to the sky have caught her attention. To have a sanctuary with no roof as a cage sounds freeing. ::
I think I could find myself at home here. Just imagine it at night - wide open skies above.
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I think I could find myself at home here. Just imagine it at night - wide open skies above.
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The most gut-wrenching, infuriating part of the linked story is the last line.
June 9, 2025 at 2:35 AM
The most gut-wrenching, infuriating part of the linked story is the last line.
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:: She stands at the passage, watching.
:: They’ve grown so bold. With nothing to check them, with no restraints, they’ve come to believe that this unnatural state is their right.
:: A cold breeze blows past from the ocean behind her and she speaks aloud. ::
Exile is too good for them.
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:: She stands at the passage, watching.
:: They’ve grown so bold. With nothing to check them, with no restraints, they’ve come to believe that this unnatural state is their right.
:: A cold breeze blows past from the ocean behind her and she speaks aloud. ::
Exile is too good for them.
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June 8, 2025 at 4:07 AM
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:: She stands at the passage, watching.
:: They’ve grown so bold. With nothing to check them, with no restraints, they’ve come to believe that this unnatural state is their right.
:: A cold breeze blows past from the ocean behind her and she speaks aloud. ::
Exile is too good for them.
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:: She stands at the passage, watching.
:: They’ve grown so bold. With nothing to check them, with no restraints, they’ve come to believe that this unnatural state is their right.
:: A cold breeze blows past from the ocean behind her and she speaks aloud. ::
Exile is too good for them.
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Leaving this here for no particular reason
June 7, 2025 at 3:50 AM
Leaving this here for no particular reason