Bryan Thomas
@broken-disciple.bsky.social
Fantasy author, playwright, improv performer/instructor, poet, attempted human
November 1, 2025 at 1:21 PM
October 24, 2025 at 12:55 AM
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October 23, 2025 at 5:51 PM
October 23, 2025 at 1:14 PM
October 17, 2025 at 8:27 PM
#moonlit #vssfantasy #unearthly #vss365
Sauntering through the moonlit glade, ‘neath the silvery, unearthly glow, a coven mutters an incantation. Veiled from praying eyes, hands clasped, the siblinghood of sorcerers harbours refuge for their own, prepares ruthless retribution for vexing intruders…
Sauntering through the moonlit glade, ‘neath the silvery, unearthly glow, a coven mutters an incantation. Veiled from praying eyes, hands clasped, the siblinghood of sorcerers harbours refuge for their own, prepares ruthless retribution for vexing intruders…
October 16, 2025 at 2:04 PM
#moonlit #vssfantasy #unearthly #vss365
Sauntering through the moonlit glade, ‘neath the silvery, unearthly glow, a coven mutters an incantation. Veiled from praying eyes, hands clasped, the siblinghood of sorcerers harbours refuge for their own, prepares ruthless retribution for vexing intruders…
Sauntering through the moonlit glade, ‘neath the silvery, unearthly glow, a coven mutters an incantation. Veiled from praying eyes, hands clasped, the siblinghood of sorcerers harbours refuge for their own, prepares ruthless retribution for vexing intruders…
October 16, 2025 at 1:48 PM
October 14, 2025 at 4:48 PM
October 14, 2025 at 4:47 PM
As they wandered through the #feywild
Stepping over spores
Tasting the fruits of temptation
Wondering, was it real?
The Half-Elf and the Druid
Neither knew nor cared
For if the fey realm was a dream
It was a dream they shared
#vssfantasy #poetry
Stepping over spores
Tasting the fruits of temptation
Wondering, was it real?
The Half-Elf and the Druid
Neither knew nor cared
For if the fey realm was a dream
It was a dream they shared
#vssfantasy #poetry
October 14, 2025 at 10:17 AM
As they wandered through the #feywild
Stepping over spores
Tasting the fruits of temptation
Wondering, was it real?
The Half-Elf and the Druid
Neither knew nor cared
For if the fey realm was a dream
It was a dream they shared
#vssfantasy #poetry
Stepping over spores
Tasting the fruits of temptation
Wondering, was it real?
The Half-Elf and the Druid
Neither knew nor cared
For if the fey realm was a dream
It was a dream they shared
#vssfantasy #poetry
Reposted by Bryan Thomas
Seems always ready
Why is it so hard to get
Candid moon photo
#Emoetry #prompt #Candid #Haiku #Senryu #Haiga #Humor #Poetry #BlueskyPhotography #Astrophotography #Nature #Moon #Moonscape #Nightsky #ImageAndVerse
Why is it so hard to get
Candid moon photo
#Emoetry #prompt #Candid #Haiku #Senryu #Haiga #Humor #Poetry #BlueskyPhotography #Astrophotography #Nature #Moon #Moonscape #Nightsky #ImageAndVerse
October 8, 2025 at 1:59 PM
Seems always ready
Why is it so hard to get
Candid moon photo
#Emoetry #prompt #Candid #Haiku #Senryu #Haiga #Humor #Poetry #BlueskyPhotography #Astrophotography #Nature #Moon #Moonscape #Nightsky #ImageAndVerse
Why is it so hard to get
Candid moon photo
#Emoetry #prompt #Candid #Haiku #Senryu #Haiga #Humor #Poetry #BlueskyPhotography #Astrophotography #Nature #Moon #Moonscape #Nightsky #ImageAndVerse
Reposted by Bryan Thomas
Reposted by Bryan Thomas
Reposted by Bryan Thomas
Last whisper of a dream,
light as a feather
floating through my mind
as I awake—
I reach for it
but it tumbles
back
d
o
w
n
into the depths
of #gloom
to float there
until I call it forth
once more
when the dreamer
returns.
#RetroArtPrompt
light as a feather
floating through my mind
as I awake—
I reach for it
but it tumbles
back
d
o
w
n
into the depths
of #gloom
to float there
until I call it forth
once more
when the dreamer
returns.
#RetroArtPrompt
October 8, 2025 at 11:40 AM
Last whisper of a dream,
light as a feather
floating through my mind
as I awake—
I reach for it
but it tumbles
back
d
o
w
n
into the depths
of #gloom
to float there
until I call it forth
once more
when the dreamer
returns.
#RetroArtPrompt
light as a feather
floating through my mind
as I awake—
I reach for it
but it tumbles
back
d
o
w
n
into the depths
of #gloom
to float there
until I call it forth
once more
when the dreamer
returns.
#RetroArtPrompt
October 8, 2025 at 2:45 PM
#vssfantasy #lanternlight
By the faint glowing light of a burning lantern, the adventurer spies a glint of gold. Treasure to be sought, or a trap to lure him in? Only one way to find out. A hand clad in a steel gauntlet reaches out to grasp an ancient artifact, clutches riches, succumbs to a curse.
By the faint glowing light of a burning lantern, the adventurer spies a glint of gold. Treasure to be sought, or a trap to lure him in? Only one way to find out. A hand clad in a steel gauntlet reaches out to grasp an ancient artifact, clutches riches, succumbs to a curse.
October 5, 2025 at 2:59 PM
#vssfantasy #lanternlight
By the faint glowing light of a burning lantern, the adventurer spies a glint of gold. Treasure to be sought, or a trap to lure him in? Only one way to find out. A hand clad in a steel gauntlet reaches out to grasp an ancient artifact, clutches riches, succumbs to a curse.
By the faint glowing light of a burning lantern, the adventurer spies a glint of gold. Treasure to be sought, or a trap to lure him in? Only one way to find out. A hand clad in a steel gauntlet reaches out to grasp an ancient artifact, clutches riches, succumbs to a curse.
#vssfantasy #wraith
A white and rotting hand rips through the last layer of moss as it ascends. Free from the box in which it was buried, the wretched wraith emerges. Shuffling through the moors, bathed in moonlight and dripping with ichor, the wraith rides on, in search of belonging, until dawn.
A white and rotting hand rips through the last layer of moss as it ascends. Free from the box in which it was buried, the wretched wraith emerges. Shuffling through the moors, bathed in moonlight and dripping with ichor, the wraith rides on, in search of belonging, until dawn.
October 3, 2025 at 7:39 PM
#vssfantasy #wraith
A white and rotting hand rips through the last layer of moss as it ascends. Free from the box in which it was buried, the wretched wraith emerges. Shuffling through the moors, bathed in moonlight and dripping with ichor, the wraith rides on, in search of belonging, until dawn.
A white and rotting hand rips through the last layer of moss as it ascends. Free from the box in which it was buried, the wretched wraith emerges. Shuffling through the moors, bathed in moonlight and dripping with ichor, the wraith rides on, in search of belonging, until dawn.
October 3, 2025 at 7:03 PM
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September 23, 2025 at 6:09 PM