—— there are other worlds than these.

go now, traveler.

[astralwalker]

—— #ASTRALWALKER.  by rowan ( 30+, he/they) . MULTIFANDOM MULTIMUSE. independent  and  selective. medium activity. ft. muses from final fantasy 14, dungeon crawler carl, the expanse, expedition 33, red rising, && OTHERS. —— CARRD. MEMES. (links coming soon)

:: extremely ANTI-AI. DNI if you use generative AI in any capacity. ( graphics, writing, art, etc. )

CARRD CURRENTLY A WIP. Rules can be presently viewed from my other blog's carrd.

blogroll: @etoilesfantome ; @crosaidi ; @simioso

temp muse list under cut:

FF14, beginning Endwalker: G'raha Tia - primary - pre-game/exarch/scion verses, multiverse flexible Thancred Waters - primary Sid V'kovain (Warrior of Light - miqo'te, machinist/gunbreaker) - primary - friendly to other WoL, will often just slot him in as a scion when writing with another WoL.

FF16: Cidolfus Telamon - secondary

Dungeon Crawler Carl: Princess Donut Mordecai Mongo

The Expanse: James Holden - primary

Red Rising (current up through Morning Star): Sevro au Barca - on request/testing Roque au Fabii (canon divergent) - on request/testing

Baldur's Gate 3: Gale Dekarios - primary

[astralwalker]

@phaenonsmoons / cont.

James Holden has never really considered himself to be a leader of men, but he's never really been a follower, either. Hell, that's why he's out here, isn't it? Discharged from the Earth Navy for refusing orders that went against his moral code, for assaulting his ranking officer. So many years tossed to the side in that moment, so many years of military prep to end up out there on an ice hauler.

It was honest work. Good work. Dull, dangerous work, and for the first years his bones and muscle ached from the light thrust gravity, but he settled into it. It's easy to keep your head down when the only orders are where to go, what piece to carve, where to take it.

But then their world turned upside down, and is still turning upside down, and their little bare-bones crew is only barely holding together.

The Roci doesn't feel like theirs, not really. It's too sleek, too new, feels like a warhorse in a plowman's hands. Alex loves it. Holden does too, but god, she stands out like a star going nova.

To Amos, though, his mouth presses together, and he doubts. He doesn't know Amos as well as Naomi does — ah, Naomi, who he butts heads with as often as not in current days — and he knows Amos trusts her far more than he. He doesn't mind it; Naomi gets Amos in ways that Holden can't wrap his head around (yet), but this is his crew and what else is there to do but worry? ( A lot; his implant itches, and he resists the urge to rub at it. It's bothersome, bit it keeps him alive. )

" If that's what you really want, I'll have to grow my hair out first, " he says with a sigh, getting his —— god knows which bulb of coffee today. Underfoot, the Roci's engines thrum, carrying them at a steady half-G; he reclines back against the little narrow counter, sleek and new. " Fine, " he says, less in defeat and more in acknowledgment, even though the notion of you can't fix everything tweaks a bothersome, sour note somewhere deep. " We just haven't had much of a chance to decompress. And won't, for awhile. Sort of my job to make sure everyone's holding it together. " Especially after Eros.

[astralwalker]

the thing that always impresses me the most about the scions is that each and every one of them is so terribly good at what they do, and sometimes during the downtime and the between-quests and the silly things it's so easy to forget, and then they each do something incredibly badass and you're just like 'oh right, the WoL is a beast but let's be real they'd be nothing without this team'.

[kisaragisecret]

Yuffie also should have been looking where she was going, not realising she was seconds away from bumping into someone. She staggered backwards, throwing her arms out to make sure she didn't fall over. This was a terrible day to wear new boots.

She looked at the man and found herself equally blushing - embarrassed that she got lost in her senses as she walked around. "I'm sorry, too. I got too distracted. I can smell something yummy, and I can't figure out where it's coming from!"

[astralwalker]

There's such a flash of relief — or something akin — in those brilliantly sharp red-hued eyes; he looks like he's relieved someone gets it, mostly. " Doesn't it just ! " The miqo'te looks over the sprawl of stands with not quite indecision, but more restraining the boyish urge to not just go try everything.

" I think that could be any one of these places. Pastries, and sweets, and curries, and —— oh. " One stand has a tall man working a great big pan, which belches up a small gout of fire as he tosses whatever it is he's making. He blinks, and he looks fascinated. " —— are you new here, as well? "

[astralwalker]

;; open

" —— excuse me, " and the voice is calm, warm, polite; a hooded cloak is pulled up over the top of his head, concealing his ears but not the spill of red hair over his forehead. Sandaled feet step lightly, quietly, bearing like one knowing he's intruding but unapologetic of it all the same. " Might I bother you? "

[astralwalker]

[astralwalker]

;; open

" —— excuse me, " and the voice is calm, warm, polite; a hooded cloak is pulled up over the top of his head, concealing his ears but not the spill of red hair over his forehead. Sandaled feet step lightly, quietly, bearing like one knowing he's intruding but unapologetic of it all the same. " Might I bother you? "

[astralwalker]

Mintaka -> G'raha Tia ( Mintaka  —  Sender  bumps  shoulders  with  Receiver,  grinning. ) @kisaragisecret

At the nudge to his shoulder, the Archon flushes faintly, echoing a flash of a grin as he clutches a bag closer to his chest; it has a heft to it. " Oh! Hello. My apologies, " says he, furred ears turning back with an almost sheepish cast. The merchant's strip is busy, bustling, and the current aroma of all kinds of food, heady and especially inviting to one largely raised on Sharlayan staple. " I'm afraid I got —— terribly distracted. "

[astralwalker]

i have thought of a way to toss g'raha tia into expedition 33 and inflicting a soft catboy on the canvas is making me both cackle and have an URGE

[astralwalker]

"Oh, you drink like someone who has something to forget." @phaenonsmoons

A rare moment of respite in these days of chasing down primals and unrooting corruption —— they aren't strangers as they were in those earliest days when Minfillia bid him to keep an eye on this promising pugilist but not to intervene much unless necessary, but they're all still learning each other, and all has gone to plan thus far.

( Even if he can't shake the unease settled deep in his gut that he can't quite shake; the Archon has long learned to listen to those feelings. It's part of why he's still alive. )

" Like someone who has something to forget, or mayhap just like someone who has had too much to remember of late and would perhaps like a moment of respite. " A smile tugs, and the words are a bit roguishly careless but not dismissive; the pale hazel of his eyes sober enough to be studious, and he rolls his weight forward and sets the pitcher between them on the table. " Come on, join me. We all could use a few minutes off our feet. "

[astralwalker]

also: my WoL is a miqo'te, small of stature, dark-haired, frequently dyes the ends. scruffy, freckles, pale green eyes. raised in gridania by an older pair of hyur (and, since he was a handful, largely by their neighbors and the whole of the city) after being orphaned, and while he cut his teeth in adventuring as an archer, he's primarily a gunbreaker these days.

when writing with another WoL I'm happy just to slide him in as an Adventurer or another Scion.

[astralwalker]

for ff14 muses, i'm currently starting endwalker so any threads will be set before then!! But muse is wildly high for those muses and verses so bring it :D

[gloomglimmer-deactivated2026080]

✧       ›       𝐫𝐩  𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬  .   .   .   (   a  study  of  stars   )    rp  prompts  inspired  by  unique  stars  in  our  galaxy.   ✧   ˚₊   Themes:   tension,  romance,  action. 

Betelgeuse  —  Sender  rests  their  forehead  against  Receiver's.

Sirius  —  Sender  traces  lazy  circles  on  Receiver’s  wrist.

Rigel  —  Sender  steps  between  Receiver  and  the  danger.

Altair  —  Sender  lifts  Receiver’s  chin,  locking  eyes.

Deneb  —  Sender  wraps  their  coat  around  Receiver’s  shoulders,  fingers  lingering  longer  than  necessary.

Procyon  —  Sender  grabs  Receiver’s  hand  before  they  can  leave.

Spica  —  Sender  brushes  a  leaf  from  Receiver’s  shoulder.

Pollux  —  Sender  pulls  Receiver  into  a  half-laughing,  half-panicked  hug.

Castor  —  Sender  offers  the  Receiver  a  cigarette

Fomalhaut  —  Sender  leans  against  Receiver’s  back.

Bellatrix  —  Sender  wipes  blood  from  Receiver’s  lip  with  their  sleeve.

Alnitak  —  Sender  lifts  the  hem  of  Receiver’s  shirt,  tending  to  the  wound  in  silence.

Alnilam  —  Sender  places  Receiver’s  hand  over  their  heart.

Mintaka  —  Sender  bumps  shoulders  with  Receiver,  grinning.

Dubhe  —  Sender  wraps  a  scarf  around  Receiver’s  neck,  adjusting  it  carefully.

Merak  —  Sender  places  a  blade  into  Receiver’s  palm.

Phecda  —  Sender  reaches  for  Receiver’s  hand  under  the  table,  hidden  from  everyone.

Alphard  —  Sender  kisses  the  inside  of  Receiver’s  wrist.

Nunki  —  Sender  holds  Receiver’s  gaze  across  the  battlefield.

Scheat  —  Sender  grabs  Receiver’s  collar,  pulling  them  close.

Markab  —  Sender  holds  out  a  map,  finger  tapping  on  a  place  only  they  understand.

Kaus  Australis  —  Sender  rests  their  hand  on  Receiver’s  shoulder.

Almach  —  Sender  runs  a  thumb  across  Receiver’s  knuckles.

Alpheratz  —  Sender  tucks  a  folded  letter  into  Receiver’s  coat  pocket.

[memesbycate]

PROMPTS FROM THE MUSKETEERS: D'ARTAGNAN (2023) (adjust as needed)

We should prepare for war, not a wedding.

It’s not a war you’re aiming for, but a crusade.

The king has no friends. Only subjects and enemies.

Learn to hold your tongue. Perhaps you’ll be heard.

The queen prefers dishonor to war.

Be brief. My time is not my own.

I have traveled from afar but I need no lesson in manners.

I can’t teach you how to live so I’ll teach you how to die.

You can’t make your own justice. That right belongs to me and me alone.

I don’t judge statues, I judge men.

He who is born noble must lead a worthy life.

You are here but I feel your mind is elsewhere.

I read the fear of losing me in your eyes

If your love for me means your death, I do not want to live another day!

You must forget me and you must forget this love.

From now on, we are all linked by a secret.

To combat one’s enemy, one must know him well.

Have courage, but please be careful.

The wind changes every day, I change every second.

Oh, you drink like someone who has something to forget.

Is the Queen in danger?

There’s a spark in your eyes and from that spark, I’ll light a blaze to devour you.

Marriage is a war without a victor.

We will strike the kingdom at its heart.

They don’t want my peace, let them have my war.

[cattnipt]

dreams about heroes and such