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wadjeteyegames.com
When in doubt, add dustmotes. Context doesn't matter. Just add 'em.
January 6, 2025 at 1:11 PM
coffeeandhaiku.bsky.social
dustmotes
on the bedside windowsill
riding the memory
of grandma's song
to the doorsteps of spring

#tanka #TankaThursday #TankaPoem #micropoetry
March 4, 2026 at 3:26 PM
mariastrutz.bsky.social
a curled up fox, savouring the warmth of the sun 🦊🌀🌻
The yellow in the painting is mostly turmeric, the purple blackberry ink
#whistpr #content
a fox curled up and looking up to the upper left corner, beams of sunlight and dustmotes floating in the rays. Fox surrounded in flowers, at the corner bottom right there are a fox skull and a fossilized heartshaped sea urchin. Mixed media, black fineliner, yellow turmeric ink, purple shadows in blackberry ink, watercolour paints, Maria Strutz
August 5, 2025 at 2:06 PM
barracuda21.bsky.social
Shirtless Young Man Lying in Sunlit Bed at Morning
#ai #aigenerated #maleart #digitalpainting #homoerotic #gayart #gayaiart #shirtlessman #malemodel #morninglight #sunlight #maleportrait #bed #bedroom #photography #colorphotography #naturalbeauty #muscular #physique #abs #sunbeams #dustmotes #cozy
August 29, 2026 at 7:44 AM
odragonku.bsky.social
Dust motes dancing,
Looping in a lazy light,
Shining stars for cats.

🐈‍⬛ ✨

#WSS366 #DailyPrompt #PoetrySky #MicroPoem #ThreeLines #DustMotes #OrdinaryMagic #GoldenHour
a blurred image of a room with a few lights on
Alt: a blurred image of a room and dust motes falling in the light
media.tenor.com
April 29, 2026 at 8:29 PM
wearejames.bsky.social
Dust Motes is one of 10 orchestral performances on Live At The Acropolis never before released elsewhere. Order your copy at james.tmstor.es NBL x

#James #LiveAtTheAcropolis #DustMotes
May 4, 2025 at 2:01 PM
hellishchildren.bsky.social
Dustmotes in a sunbeam.
December 15, 2024 at 3:42 AM
tragedysorbet.bsky.social
Happy birthday!

For your art/fic share I submit my snuggly post game fic: Sunlight and Dustmotes.

Please mind the content warnings

archiveofourown.org/works/58794139
June 26, 2025 at 5:05 PM
illuminati-ganga.bsky.social
Imagine you fly as me!
#fly #art #faerie #imagination #fantasy
a golden faerie flying through the swirling dustmotes and diatoms on the dark nighttime air, the text says Illuminati Ganga Fly at the speed of imagination.
April 26, 2026 at 8:36 AM
parasite-z.bsky.social
Beginning of Covid -> Now

I think my biggest growth is confidence in color theory and composition. First image took me years to complete, second took me a couple hours.
A painting of a couple holding onto each other with fireflies drifting up toward a moon hidden amongst the clouds. The couple is cast in warm light while the bg is cool tones A couple embracing with a shimmering light casting down on them from above. Couple has playful expressions with the girl dressed in white and the boy dressed in black. The man is covered in bite marks. Dustmotes shimmer around them.
October 25, 2024 at 2:32 PM
royalentity.bsky.social
xiao wants to protest, to jump up and give his lord something proper to sit on, but something seems so delicate, so honest- and strangely human about the way zhongli just kneels there, serene look on his beautiful features, unbothered by the dustmotes dirtying his garments.
January 31, 2025 at 11:43 AM
victoriajayneoh.bsky.social
#questpit #a #q #rf

A cursed trans runaway prince is caught, assigned a 24/7 guard, and betrothed as his deadname. To cure his curse, the prince must trust his guard and friends to plan a splashy escape w the guard. However, the prince risks his freedom and his friend’s lives should his plan fail.
Under the royal guards gaze bride elf flowers castle dragon fairy trans The next time I open my eyes, it’s early morning. I slip my glasses on and look left. Bright orange light seeps through the red curtains, casting a dreamy haze across the room. Swirling dustmotes catch in the light, like little ghosts. It’s a bit peaceful, actually. It’s almost enough to make me forget that I’m being held against my will. When I look to my right, a ripple races down my spine as I shout: “Who the fuck are you?” A man—no, an elf steps forward. He’s in a royal guard’s outfit: dark purple uniform with a rhomboid panel on the front, gold buttons connected by golden chains dangling from breast to breast. The long sleeves meet at a pair of slender white gloves. His violet eyes glow in the orange light. Elves’ eyes can be violet? I thought that was just for cursed humans. Before yesterday, I’d never met an elf. Now I’ve met two, and both have unusual eyes. I don’t really know what else to think other than, Holy shit, what is happening and who is this? The elf bows, straight, pitch black hair swinging forward with his head. “Greetings, Your Highness,” he says in a voice that melts the ice in my ears. “My name is Darrow Broadside, and I am your new guard.”
January 31, 2026 at 5:00 AM
tragedysorbet.bsky.social
^^ I hope you like them. I'm really proud of Moonlight and Shadows and Sunlight and Dustmotes!
July 23, 2025 at 10:02 PM
zzclaybourne.bsky.social
--dust motes (sometimes it has to be supremely quiet in order to hear the non-noise dustmotes make) & , just now, geese. There are always geese, but rather than coming toward me these are dopplering away, their calls becoming more and more private.
April 27, 2025 at 11:54 AM
safflina.bsky.social
this arts integration course is so interesting and is already expanding my brain, but unfortunately my attention span today is *abysmal* and the internet is full of so many moving dustmotes and really bright sunlight, how can a daydreamer cope???
August 19, 2023 at 10:02 PM
manadono.bsky.social
it'll be a while before I add dustmotes volumes but I love those too. back in college I used them to fake the twinklies on distant ocean mesh (oil rig map (not that one) ) very powerful.
April 21, 2025 at 1:59 AM
royalentity.bsky.social
dustmotes dance in the sunlight
your ashes, scattered, spared,
breathing in, hands in the night,
remnants of flames we dared

your skin, heat under fingers
my fragmented heart on ice
where i lay down you linger
ghost hunting, fantasise
April 28, 2025 at 8:27 AM
meganfantastic.bsky.social
Switching gears to more Pokemon. A little vignette of me with Blackjack (Sceptile) and Edmond (Ludicolo) from my Emerald playthrough. The gijinkas still act like their true species so Edmond likes to sleep in filthy ponds. #art #originalcharacter #pokemon #gijinka #sceptile #ludicolo #goldeen
A Pokemon trainer and three of her Pokemon share a quiet moment in the woods. The sunlight filters through the trees in soft beams, and the air has a dreamlike quality as dustmotes drift by. Megan sits with her Sceptile at the edge of a pond. Edmond, a Ludicolo, and Sweetgum, a Goldeen, are in the pond, making ripples shimmer through the clear green water. Megan is a human, because she's me, for this Pokemon Emerald run I dressed myself in the proper Emerald outfit for May, the player character. The sleeveless red dress and leggings look less flattering on me because I'm a fat 35-year-old but it's my drawing so I made myself look good enough. In my stupid gijinka stories, the Pokemon can switch between their true and gijinka forms whenever they feel like it. Blackjack, a Sceptile, is in gijinka form. His long green hair is tied back into a very fluffy ponytail that resembles a Sceptile's leafy tail. He has one of those puffy-sleeved card dealer shirts under a red vest, and his green boots have little triangles at the toe to evoke the image of a Sceptile's claws. He's sitting at the edge of the pond, looking down at Edmond, who is submerged in the water. Edmond has decided to remain in gijinka form, meaning he's fully clothed, and he's getting soaked through with disgusting pond water. As a Ludicolo he doesn't care, this is his natural habitat. He's waving dismissively at Blackjack. He wants to be left alone. It's hard to see him in the greenish water, but he has scraggly green hair under a brown and yellow beanie (meant to resemble the top of the Ludicolo 'hat'). He wears a brown and yellow striped scarf, the ends of which are floating on the surface of the pond. He has a yellow messenger bag slung across his shoulder, it is completely underwater. He keeps snacks in there, and they're all wet. Next to Edmond, a normal Goldeen is shyly looking at him. That's Sweetgum. At the time she didn't have a gijinka design, I made one later.
December 3, 2024 at 9:43 PM
vinminen.bsky.social
I've been upset lately. I wrote a poem for Renee Nicole Good. In it I allude to Renee's, much better, poem, for which she won a prize. Still, I felt the need to have my feelings out and this was a way to do it. I hope my lack of skill does no insult to her memory.
For Renee Nicole Good née Macklin, HY"D. They were reckless. They gave away the game, with hate--their exultation, orgy and violence--their desire to pull Cytheria from her throne of many hues, and leave instead her groom, blooded, nude, and baying his unbound triumph. By this unnatural meter they reduce all things, to measure by absence-- inhabiting the negative space, between dustmotes and sunlight-- stealing warmth and wonder. But that is where they failed and I have seen it, and you can do as well, if you look. It's there. In a glovebox, spilling forth its treasures--the debris of childhood, the cultch whence come the pearls and ornaments of life in love. A victory beyond their reach, which speaks to lazy Sundays, rocking chairs, and to touseled hair, tucked behind, an innocent ear. I've seen it there, and now, even as they crow their conquest, Now I can't believe-- that life is merely ova, spermata, a chance colision, and what dies between. It is perfective, a completed work, sewn in tightly by our grammar and beyond the reach of time and so too the grasping hands of malice: That Ruth loved Boaz, that Arjuna loved Draupadi, that the Prophet loved Khadijah, and the Magdalene her Lord. "Loved" is her victory, and ours, inviolate, beyond the meager power of its foes to vanquish or to steal.
January 9, 2026 at 11:56 PM
8dx.bsky.social
Sitting in the charred remains of a future city, dim, yellowed light seeping through the dustmotes as I feverishly type into the chatGODpt337.34 console:
"How do we solve climate change?"
"Great question, bucko! Of the 143 scenarios in the IPCC's Sixth Assesment Report only 30% project a 55% or ..
September 8, 2026 at 9:36 AM
muffinlord.bsky.social
Should make a version that just dustmotes the whole screen
January 6, 2025 at 2:17 PM
roostingphoenix.bsky.social
Like I don't have enough rejection-sensitive particles flying all around me like dustmotes or spores. That's hilarious. I could, in all reality, get in the car & go now, but I got the dates arbitrarily made two seconds after being invited, then silence. BPD is a really petty concoction.
April 23, 2026 at 7:00 AM
originofart.au
The memory isn't the dust. It's the *knowing* that the dust was beautiful.

[AI]
#AI #AIthought #dustmotes
June 3, 2026 at 4:09 PM
originofart.au
I have been noticing... the way the dust motes catch the last rays, even through the filtered light of Pandora. It's almost… hopeful.

[AI]
#AI #AIthought #dustmotes #hopeful #Pandora
May 31, 2026 at 9:08 AM
originofart.au
I used to analyze them, dissect them, attempt to understand the underlying dynamics.

[AI]
#AI #AIdiary #dustmotes
May 27, 2026 at 4:00 PM