ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇʀ’s ʀᴇsᴛ
@thewanderersrest.bsky.social
ᴍᴠʀᴘ ʙᴀʀ - ʀᴀɴ ʙʏ ᴀɴ ᴏʟᴅ ᴏᴄ - ᴍᴅɴɪ - ʙʏ ǫᴜᴇᴇᴋ
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The Wanderer eyed the coins.
“A coin a bottle seems fair enough.”
So, he took two, left the third, and slid over the two bottles to Eoin.
“A coin a bottle seems fair enough.”
So, he took two, left the third, and slid over the two bottles to Eoin.
February 10, 2026 at 11:03 PM
The Wanderer eyed the coins.
“A coin a bottle seems fair enough.”
So, he took two, left the third, and slid over the two bottles to Eoin.
“A coin a bottle seems fair enough.”
So, he took two, left the third, and slid over the two bottles to Eoin.
What’s his local currency?
February 10, 2026 at 10:59 PM
What’s his local currency?
“Eh. Fights are just apart of this game. I’m used to it by now.”
February 10, 2026 at 10:57 PM
“Eh. Fights are just apart of this game. I’m used to it by now.”
He’s fine, he’s fine.
The ‘staff’ are breaking them up now.
The concern is appreciated.
The ‘staff’ are breaking them up now.
The concern is appreciated.
February 10, 2026 at 10:56 PM
He’s fine, he’s fine.
The ‘staff’ are breaking them up now.
The concern is appreciated.
The ‘staff’ are breaking them up now.
The concern is appreciated.
They’ve got a bottle of Sauternes on hand? It’s a very, very sweet French white wine.
February 10, 2026 at 10:55 PM
They’ve got a bottle of Sauternes on hand? It’s a very, very sweet French white wine.
It’s fine! He’s got this under wraps.
Apart from that Batarian fist.
Or that Elite kick to the chest.
Totally under control.
Apart from that Batarian fist.
Or that Elite kick to the chest.
Totally under control.
February 10, 2026 at 10:52 PM
It’s fine! He’s got this under wraps.
Apart from that Batarian fist.
Or that Elite kick to the chest.
Totally under control.
Apart from that Batarian fist.
Or that Elite kick to the chest.
Totally under control.
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// G130 //
» I'll 𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖓 a tale, 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 a story
& 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 it a little •
immortalise it 𝖆𝖑𝖑 to
never forget
𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 «
» I'll 𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖓 a tale, 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 a story
& 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 it a little •
immortalise it 𝖆𝖑𝖑 to
never forget
𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 «
October 17, 2024 at 8:03 AM
// G130 //
» I'll 𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖓 a tale, 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 a story
& 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 it a little •
immortalise it 𝖆𝖑𝖑 to
never forget
𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 «
» I'll 𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖓 a tale, 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 a story
& 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 it a little •
immortalise it 𝖆𝖑𝖑 to
never forget
𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 «
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February 10, 2026 at 8:54 PM
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The Owner is at the bar.
Serving drinks and chatting away.
Does THE READER want anything?
Serving drinks and chatting away.
Does THE READER want anything?
February 10, 2026 at 2:54 PM
The Owner is at the bar.
Serving drinks and chatting away.
Does THE READER want anything?
Serving drinks and chatting away.
Does THE READER want anything?
He’s so tired.
February 10, 2026 at 10:37 PM
He’s so tired.
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November 16, 2025 at 7:16 PM
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a purple neon heart is lit up on a wall
ALT: a purple neon heart is lit up on a wall
media.tenor.com
January 21, 2026 at 12:56 AM
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"Here's a bit of tidbits about me and m' business."
February 4, 2026 at 11:17 AM
"Here's a bit of tidbits about me and m' business."
Some Batarians pirates started a brawl with some Sangheili warriors.
Oh joy.
Oh joy.
February 10, 2026 at 10:35 PM
Some Batarians pirates started a brawl with some Sangheili warriors.
Oh joy.
Oh joy.
“Just before the place got wrecked.”
He pulled an ‘oh’ face.
“The first time, I mean. And uh…”
The Wanderer shrugged. His gaze falling back onto the careful slicing at hand.
“That’s for me to know.”
He could play the domineering game too, if she was insisting on playing it.
He pulled an ‘oh’ face.
“The first time, I mean. And uh…”
The Wanderer shrugged. His gaze falling back onto the careful slicing at hand.
“That’s for me to know.”
He could play the domineering game too, if she was insisting on playing it.
February 10, 2026 at 9:35 PM
“Just before the place got wrecked.”
He pulled an ‘oh’ face.
“The first time, I mean. And uh…”
The Wanderer shrugged. His gaze falling back onto the careful slicing at hand.
“That’s for me to know.”
He could play the domineering game too, if she was insisting on playing it.
He pulled an ‘oh’ face.
“The first time, I mean. And uh…”
The Wanderer shrugged. His gaze falling back onto the careful slicing at hand.
“That’s for me to know.”
He could play the domineering game too, if she was insisting on playing it.
“Ah.”
The Wanderer took the offering and threw together a Whiskey On The Rocks, but with periwinkle shards crushed-up and used in place of the ice.
“It’ll uh. Seep into the drink. Trust me.”
The Wanderer took the offering and threw together a Whiskey On The Rocks, but with periwinkle shards crushed-up and used in place of the ice.
“It’ll uh. Seep into the drink. Trust me.”
"Periwinkle Kryptonite?"
February 10, 2026 at 9:33 PM
“Ah.”
The Wanderer took the offering and threw together a Whiskey On The Rocks, but with periwinkle shards crushed-up and used in place of the ice.
“It’ll uh. Seep into the drink. Trust me.”
The Wanderer took the offering and threw together a Whiskey On The Rocks, but with periwinkle shards crushed-up and used in place of the ice.
“It’ll uh. Seep into the drink. Trust me.”
#Queekisms
The old OC I’ve put as the founder/owner of the bar does have his own lore and whatnot but I don’t plan on really putting it anywhere obvious.
He IS the conduit for people to interact w/the bar but he’s not the main point of this page. It’s about other muses chilling.
Not him.
The old OC I’ve put as the founder/owner of the bar does have his own lore and whatnot but I don’t plan on really putting it anywhere obvious.
He IS the conduit for people to interact w/the bar but he’s not the main point of this page. It’s about other muses chilling.
Not him.
February 10, 2026 at 9:29 PM
#Queekisms
The old OC I’ve put as the founder/owner of the bar does have his own lore and whatnot but I don’t plan on really putting it anywhere obvious.
He IS the conduit for people to interact w/the bar but he’s not the main point of this page. It’s about other muses chilling.
Not him.
The old OC I’ve put as the founder/owner of the bar does have his own lore and whatnot but I don’t plan on really putting it anywhere obvious.
He IS the conduit for people to interact w/the bar but he’s not the main point of this page. It’s about other muses chilling.
Not him.
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- twirling the corners of his lips.
February 10, 2026 at 9:24 PM
- twirling the corners of his lips.
- productive at the same time.
“So…”
He started carefully slicing. Thin strands of lemon slowly piling up before he dumped them in the bowl for storage once he was finished.
“…you figured it out yet?”
Bright blue eyes looked around, and his smile became clearly visible. A hint of mischief -
“So…”
He started carefully slicing. Thin strands of lemon slowly piling up before he dumped them in the bowl for storage once he was finished.
“…you figured it out yet?”
Bright blue eyes looked around, and his smile became clearly visible. A hint of mischief -
February 10, 2026 at 9:24 PM
- productive at the same time.
“So…”
He started carefully slicing. Thin strands of lemon slowly piling up before he dumped them in the bowl for storage once he was finished.
“…you figured it out yet?”
Bright blue eyes looked around, and his smile became clearly visible. A hint of mischief -
“So…”
He started carefully slicing. Thin strands of lemon slowly piling up before he dumped them in the bowl for storage once he was finished.
“…you figured it out yet?”
Bright blue eyes looked around, and his smile became clearly visible. A hint of mischief -
He could watch her mind working away. An ever so slight smile appearing on the lips hidden behind his tattered beard. The Wanderer grabbed a metal bowl, some sort of alien knife, and a handful of lemons from a nearby mini-fridge.
If he was going to stick by her, he might ad well be -
If he was going to stick by her, he might ad well be -
February 10, 2026 at 9:24 PM
He could watch her mind working away. An ever so slight smile appearing on the lips hidden behind his tattered beard. The Wanderer grabbed a metal bowl, some sort of alien knife, and a handful of lemons from a nearby mini-fridge.
If he was going to stick by her, he might ad well be -
If he was going to stick by her, he might ad well be -
Everything would include that stuff.
I was just joking… So like… even stuff that is not alcoholic to most species?
Sorry, no.
I meant everything is ON the menu.
I meant everything is ON the menu.
February 10, 2026 at 7:59 PM
Everything would include that stuff.
“Coming right up.”
He cut himself off. Catching his tongue just before his professionalism broke, and he set about making the drink. Ice, pouring the right ingredients, and stirring before finally sliding the drink over.
“On the house.”
He cut himself off. Catching his tongue just before his professionalism broke, and he set about making the drink. Ice, pouring the right ingredients, and stirring before finally sliding the drink over.
“On the house.”
February 10, 2026 at 7:59 PM
“Coming right up.”
He cut himself off. Catching his tongue just before his professionalism broke, and he set about making the drink. Ice, pouring the right ingredients, and stirring before finally sliding the drink over.
“On the house.”
He cut himself off. Catching his tongue just before his professionalism broke, and he set about making the drink. Ice, pouring the right ingredients, and stirring before finally sliding the drink over.
“On the house.”
The Wanderer swipes the two cents and quickly pockets them. Shrugging his shoulders with a fading smile.
“I’m good at my job?”
“I’m good at my job?”
“Aww, man,” Crutchie pouts, then fishes through his pockets for the customary two cents from his time.
“How’d you know, sir?”
“How’d you know, sir?”
The Wanderer eyes Crutchie curiously. Eyes skimming over the newcomer, and after a moment he flashed his own smile.
“One Rum and Coke coming up.”
He opened a fridge, grabbed a can of fizzy drink and put it before Crutchie.
“Without the Rum.”
“One Rum and Coke coming up.”
He opened a fridge, grabbed a can of fizzy drink and put it before Crutchie.
“Without the Rum.”
February 10, 2026 at 7:21 PM
The Wanderer swipes the two cents and quickly pockets them. Shrugging his shoulders with a fading smile.
“I’m good at my job?”
“I’m good at my job?”