#brys

Geshtinanna | Simir - Ges is the oldest dragon in my lair. She’s 4 digits and I got her relatively early on from a giveaway. I scattered her, breed changed her, gened her, and then I got a custom accent for her (Summer Dream by AriNemera). Simir I bought out of a lair clean-out not really realizing he was an unbred 6 digit. So then I also scattered and gened him, then got him some art. Now they’re the spirits of Life and Death in my lair.

Already hit 3 wineries today. Life is good on this Friday. ☺️🍇☔️🌧🍷🍷🍷

saymyname - Slow Trap Dark Hip Hop Destiny´s Child Sample Beat (Tory Lanez, Bryson Tiller Type Beat) (Trela Soundz)

I have absolutely never been happier to be wegged. it’s all I ever wanted.

After a long moment, Brys returned his attention to the canal waters below. ‘This all flows out to the river, and the river into the sea, and out in the sea, the silts collected back here end up raining down to the bottom, down on to the valleys and plains that know no light. Sometimes,’ he added, ‘souls take the same journey, and they rain down, silent, blind. Lost.’ ‘You two keep this up,’ Cuttle said in a growl, ‘and I’ll do the jumping.’ Fiddler snorted. ‘Sapper, listen to me. It’s easy to listen and even easier to hear wrongly, so pay attention. I’m no wise man, but in my life I’ve learned that knowing something—seeing it clearly— offers no real excuse for giving up on it. And when you put what you see into words, give ’em to somebody else, that ain’t no invitation neither. Being optimistic’s worthless if it means ignoring the suffering of this world. Worse than worthless. It’s bloody evil. And being pessimistic, well, that’s just the first step on the path, and it’s a path that might take you down Hood’s road, or it takes you to a place where you can settle into doing what you can, hold fast in your fight against that suffering. And that’s an honest place, Cuttle.’ ‘It’s the place, Fiddler,’ said Brys, ‘where heroes are found.’ But the sergeant shook his head. ‘That don’t matter one way or the other. It might end up being as dark as the deepest valley at the bottom of your ocean, Commander Beddict. You do what you do, because seeing true doesn’t always arrive in a burst of light. Sometimes what you see is black as a pit, and it just fools you into thinking that you’re blind. You’re not. You’re the opposite of blind.’ And he stopped then, as he saw that he’d made both hands into fists, the knuckles pale blooms in the gathering night. Brys Beddict stirred. ‘I will see the crews sent out to the imperial well tonight, and I will roust my healers at once.’ He paused, and then added, ‘Sergeant Fiddler. Thank you.’ But Fiddler could find nothing to be thanked for. Not in his memories, not in the words he had spoken to these two men. When Brys had left, he swung round to Cuttle. ‘There you have it, soldier. Now maybe you’ll stop worshipping the Hood-damned ground I walk on.’ And then he marched off. Cuttle stared after him, and then, with a faint shake of his head, followed his sergeant.

Just a relaxing day with the OTP