#wsteros

[j2dis]

@wsteros, anakin skywalker: i can’t see it from here. how’d it look?

a warm-hued and booming explosion kindled the night sky, residual sparks from the fire zephyring through the air. she'd watched the detonation like it'd been a light show, their operation finally coming to a close— an assignment given by the jedi council themselves, a rarity in tasha's life. [the request had not been made to her directly, but rather anakin— an important distinction. a girl could dream, though.] the republic and jedi order had once fought for the planet of ryloth's freedom, a tenure of peace short-lived before the separatists arrived back on the world, this time prepared. they'd chosen to build a new droid assembly factory, making their new mark on the rebuilding planet— something neither the republic nor jedi order could turn a blind eye to. the council had given the assignment to anakin, him choosing his companion under the guise of needing a sentinel to help navigate the startled locals. [later proclaiming a case of agony to her as they descended to the planet, artoo blowing raspberries in the background at the choice of words— romance at its finest.]

he'd succeeded in the mission, though— just him. tasha and artoo had been placed on guard duty, a request made to keep an eye and ear outside the facility for any spare droids who may have meandered in. it'd been anakin who'd killed both battle droids who patrolled the entrance of the building, made his way inside, planted the explosives, and lit up ryloth's sky. when his voice echoes through her comlink, her gaze is flickering back and forth between the inferno-burning building and the orange chromatic night sky. ❝ like the fireworks on republic day! better, too. i asked artoo to record it, he'll show you when we get back to the ship. ❞ with a chirp and elated wiggle of acknowledgment from the astromech, she pats him gently in response, containing the snickers that threatened to leave her lips.

❝ are you able to get back over here, or do you need me to— ❞ her right eye catches a glimpse down at the burn site, two battle droids and a destroyer approaching the scene. artoo nervously coos in response to the sight, enough for tasha to rub the top of his head gently. ❝ uh, scratch that, actually. seems like reinforcements have arrived— two droids and a destroyer so far, not sure about any others. seems like an odd number... ❞ it is an odd number, until she sees a hoard of them approaching the building in the distance. oh shit.

❝ uh, negative, scratch all that— we are getting the fuck out of here! ❞

[dregdens]

❝ CAN YOU FOLLOW MY LEAD FOR ONCE? @wsteros * brienne of tarth.

the woodlands are silent, bereft of the noise he had grown so accustomed to during his captivity in the starks' war camp. the fucking starks. jaime had to admit, he had never expected the king in the north (or, the northerners themselves) to make it as far as he had, nor the wins he had managed to conquer within the short period of time. it was admirable from a distance, although war never changes— he knows this from first-hand experience. [you can win many battles and still manage to lose the war.] no matter the amount of power an individual could hold, nothing could trump the love a mother has for her children. (and lady stark had just given him a pathway to fighting on the front line in the war they shared.) once he made it home. if he would, with his companion who dreaded the trek nearly as much as he did.

❝ i could. it would make your life and this journey much easier, correct? ❞ jaime wheels his gaze towards the woman, his eyes akin to wildfire, a jestful smile toying at the edge of his lips.

❝ although— where is the fun in that? ❞

[roseguided]

@wsteros ASKED , 𝒊 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒆𝒔. (𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒃 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒂)

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐀’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 at the ending to her brothers story. she had expected something a little happier, perhaps something with a beautiful princess or a dashing knight. where did he hear that story from ? she wondered to herself. young girl continues to clutch the stuffed wolf to her chest, lips noticeably downturned & brows furrowed together. robb would be able to tell by her expression alone that the story hadn’t gone the way she wanted—sansa who was the little lady of the family , sansa who’s birth was just as celebrated as her other siblings. ; ❛ oh , robb ! ❜ says the young girl , words now matching her expression. ❛ what a terrible story ! did old nan tell you that one when you were little ? ❜ inquires the redhead , moving her furs & her blankets aside to sit up in bed. robb was her favorite brother , something sansa oft told him when the others weren’t around. jon brooded , the other boys did their own thing , & arya antagonized her too much to be civil to one another. ❛ why didn’t the story have a happier ending ? where’s the knight & the beautiful princess ? ❜ sansa demands gently , ❛ stories with happy endings are always better , brother. ❜

[jedinct]

@wsteros, anakin skywalker : i won’t lose you the way i lost my mother.

he understands the pain far too well. more than he would like. when he sleeps at night, obi-wan sees their faces: qui-gon, satine. the ever-growing list of those he's lost. when he looks at anakin, his padawan of many years— his best friend, he recognizes the sorrow. it etches itself in his bones, carving a constant reminder throughout the days. but when he looks through the lens as a jedi master, there's a mixture of sadness & concern piercing through his eyes. ❛ anakin, i understand your fear. but you must remember that we are jedi. we must let go of our attachments & trust in the force to guide us. ❜ voice gentle but serious, it doesn't remove any of the achings from his limbs. it didn't cleanse him of any guilt. [the words make him more sad, enough for him to turn away from his companion.]

but in the back of his head, there's a ping. a reminder : dwelling on fear & loss would only hinder them in the midst of a war. there's a war. he's suddenly brought back to reality, a deep breath being inhaled— mind racing as he searched for the right words to reassure his padawan. (padawan, padawan, padawan. anakin was no longer a padawan but he would always be obi-wan's padawan.) ❛ the force is with us, anakin. we must have faith in its guidance, & be ready to face whatever challenges come our way. i will do everything in my power to ensure our safety, but ultimately it is up to you to stay focused & strong in the face of danger. ❜ a promising hand is placed on his best friend's shoulder, a comforting smile curving at the corners of obi-wan's mouth. ❛ you are strong, my friend. ❜

i believe in you. i will always be here for you. you are my brother, the closest thing to a son i have.

[ehllie]

@wsteros

the rumor mill had circulated like a windmill. round and round, whispers had seeped through the walls of jackson, claiming their residence amongst the people and more importantly, abby's conscience. when word traveled of ex-fireflies located within seattle, ellie knew she was leaving; it was transparent and obvious. there was no need for the note— ellie met her at the jackson gate unexpectedly, catching her in time before the sojourn. [you go, i go.] her grave had been made long ago, dusting the dirt on top of the plot when she arrived at jackson. she didn't mind digging the dirt up once more. not if it meant going with her. ellie would travel to the lower pits of hell if it meant staying with her. she was placid with her choice.

traveling to seattle was straightforward, her journal detailing all the events. [abby and i cuddled, abby and i gazed at the stars, abby and i got into an argument over the best comic series. news flash, it's savage starlight!] upon entry into the city limits, ellie pulls her map out of her backpack, eyes scanning over the notes tommy had detailed prior to their departure. [if he's going to be anywhere, this is where the wlfs are at, according to those folks.] the downtown area comes into sight, shimmer continuing to prance, ellie's head tilting ever to the side so abby could read over her shoulder. “if tommy was right, he should be here. in this area, at least.” her fingers trace the region for her companion before storing the map in her back pocket, shimmer coming to a halt. legs swinging to drop from the horse, her eyes take a grand look at the greenery and disastrous ruins. a city destroyed by government-issued bombs, lives stolen not from the infected, but their own people. [labeled as lost causes. more like no one cared enough to make them a cause worth fighting for.] if these buildings could talk, she wonder what they heard from those days; the secrets they would spill, the cyclopean confessions people made moments before the bombs came soaring down. it was sick and cruel. [what wasn't sick and cruel in this world?]

head twisting to face the other, her brows raise in curiosity. ellie's never been good at reading her. nonchalant features rest across abby's face in a habitual manner, ellie's own features crinkling in rumination. “how's it gonna' feel? being this close to your dad... seeing him again.”

[ritiual]

@wsteros said: “i know what you’re capable of— for better or worse.”

together, they were a jedi hammer that had crushed separatist infestations on scores of worlds. they had been heroes of the galaxy, no fear held within their hearts, the saviors depended upon for peace when in times of turmoil— complementary halves of one warrior, together. together, they had been unstoppable. [they had once been brothers, obi-wan being the closest thing to a father anakin ever had.] but on mustafar, they stand apart— there is no kenobi and skywalker, there is only the betrayal of family and brotherhood. they are enemies on this battlefield, not brothers. for old times' sake, anakin had given his former master a choice— get out of my way or die by my hand. [retire, go someplace far away, peace is finally here with my new empire.] the offer had been swatted away, synonymous with a master swatting its dog across the nose. there may be peace in the galaxy, but there would never be peace amongst them. brothers no more, their lightsabers ignited in sync, a battle to the death rising.

“then you recognize this is a mistake. walk away, obi-wan. this is your final warning.” with a voice deeper than stygian obsidian, a step is taken forward, minimizing the space between them. only the damage they had done to each other remained between them. there is no mercy for them— there is only death that lingers across the horizon.

“are you too blind to see it, or do you simply not want to? you have already lost, brother. you lost the moment you came here— you lost the moment you stepped off that ship. my empire has brought peace to the galaxy, and will continue to do so. you can rest now, get a good night's sleep.” [you will die here obi-wan, by my hand, if you stay. do not make me do this. walk away.]

[darkestspring]

son Maegor wins a tournament. Mother Tyrell reader hugs her and kisses her forehead. When her brothers try to make fun of her, she brags that their mother loves her best. All Wsteros is surprised that Maegor can be so soft. Maegor is like a cat only next to his family especially his mother.

she would be so proud of him, praising him and kissing his forehead constantly. when aenys and his other siblings tease him later he will proudly brag that he's simply their mother's favorite which causes a huge argument.

[wrenchings-a]

it won't survive me,

private raven reyes from the cw's the 100. [personal interpretation, not canon adherent. a focal study in loss, transformation, & coming out on top of an avalanche of pain.] interpreted by gabi. sideblog to @prophetice. affiliated with @fevrals, @noncriminal.

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this is my own interpretation of raven. i'm not familiar with show canon much outside of the major key plot points. i'll be writing her as i deem fit & under the impression of her being a mechanical genius, even at her young age, & ultimately going through too much loss— more than a person should have to bear.

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tba bc i'm lazy teehee

* exclusives.

@fevrals :// octavia blake.

@noncriminal :// john murphy.

@wsteros :// ahsoka tano & din djarin.

[wrenchings]

       private, selective, and plot-oriented writing blog for raven reyes of the cw's the hundred. my portrayal is based on seasons 1 through 4, loosely following canon from the remainder of the show with grave personal interpretation. anti-jason rothenberg zone. interpreted by gabi (21, she/her, lesbian). blog is a wip!

rules. verses. pinterest. spotify.

* exclusives & mains

@fevrals :// octavia blake.

@noncriminal :// john murphy.

@wsteros :// ahsoka tano & din djarin.

@vtriggers :// bogo dogo, jeff moreau & luke skywalker.

[wsteros]

multi-muse written by naz (she/they, 23, nzst). do not follow without permission or followed first (you can ask). #wsteros

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[aylinaliens]

It's Axyndr, I have a question. Do you like Game of Thrones or Star trek ? Because I've been imagining the BLs characters being in whole different AUs based on the series/Shows I watched and I think it might be something very very cool! Like them in Hogwarts, or in Wsteros or in space!

Hi Axyndr! I’m not going to reply to your previous ask about the Trapped prompt until I actually write it but I have seen it/planning on writing it soon.

Unfortunately I have not watched Game of Thrones or Star Trek I’m sorry :( but I do like you idea and have done the same thing when it comes to BL’s. There’s so many other worlds that you can do a BL au in. you can tell me more about them though if you want because i’m curious what specific characters you had in mind for those AUs.

[ao3feedrnm]

by christchex

“We will be hosting the King’s bastard son,” Lord Jesse Manes said to his sons, as he inspected them before they started their morning training. “He will be training with us. His father, the king, hopes for him to lead the King’s Guard in time,” Jesse said as he made his way back down the line, back towards Alex. He stopped in front of him, glare heavy as he met Alex’s eyes. “You will not embarrass me.” Alex knew exactly what kind of embarrassment his father meant. -

A king's bastard and the youngest son of a nobleman meet and fall in love- A Wsteros AU

Words: 5661, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Bastards & Broken Things

Fandoms: Roswell New Mexico (TV 2019)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Michael Guerin, Alex Manes, Jesse Manes, Isobel Evans

Relationships: Michael Guerin/Alex Manes

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Westeros, Alternate Universe, Michael is a Baratheon bastard, Jesse Manes is a dick

[dregdens]

@wsteros said: “where'd you get the money for this?”

it never ceases to amaze walter how incapable some people are of following simple instructions; his niece being one of them. stay out of his affairs— he thought skyler handled the problem, drawing away any suspicion genesis may have had about the illicit activities happening behind their bedroom door. (once again, he had been proven wrong by his doting wife. go figure. luck can only take a person so far.) he's halfway through the front door when the question is asked, his son's brand new dodge challenger parked in the driveway for all to see. for a moment, he contemplates— lips parting as he searches for the words, the simplest explanation as his blood still boils from his argument with skyler from the morning. [i am not in danger, skyler. I AM THE DANGER.] instead, he chooses to slip past the smaller woman with a scoff, directing himself to the kitchen for a glass of water. (what will the excuse be this time? gambling addiction, the carwash, or maybe just the honest truth? lord knows it's worked on hank before.)

with his tall glass filled with water, he takes a drink— eyes finally falling on the blonde. eyes sharper than shattered glass, his choler becomes undeniably transparent. (heisenberg slipping through the fissures of walter white.)

“drop it, genesis. now. my business transactions are none of your concern.”

[jedinct]

@wsteros, odelia kon'tsfiya : get out of here! there’s nothing more you can do!

this is obi-wan kenobi : a failure. a failure to himself, the jedi order, & most importantly : to his padawan. he barely remembers a time before being a brother — it all feels foreign now. a distant & blurred memory, one that could've been a dream or drunkenly made up. he had always been proud of anakin & proud to be his best friend. now they'd become faced with the war in heaven / the creation of darth vader, their looming threat as obi-wan watches the holoscan footage. the two clips are enough to stir him — somehow managing his way to shut down the console, leaning against the surface. his arms don't support him. they buckle & he twists to the floor, a few seconds pass before a set of digits rest on his shoulder. odelia & master yoda remain in his presence, her words faint in his ears — he hears them but barely. blind with pain, he steadily rises from the ground, a deep breath being inhaled. a glance is taken toward the ancient master, the look on his face saying it all : we end this. a glance is taken toward odelia, the look on her face saying it all : run. a divide between the two, obi-wan in the middle.

i won't kill anakin. he's my brother, the best friend i've ever had, i won't kill him. i won't kill him.

head nodding, his gaze not meeting either, he focuses on the ground — anything besides the words loitering on his tongue. ❛ i will do what i must. ❜ with that, he bows his head to master yoda potentially for the final time, before turning toward odelia. an expression reads: walk with me?

[ehllie]

#EHLLIE. INDEPENDENT ELLIE WILLIAMS OF NAUGHTY DOG'S/HBO'S THE LAST OF US. PREVIOUSLY @EHLIE. WRITTEN BY GABRIELLE.

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[ritiual]

@wsteros said: “you have a greater purpose than any of us could’ve ever imagined.”

he'd always been overshadowed by nina. she was the commander shepard— the savior of the universe more times than he could count, carrying the weight of such a burden upon her shoulders. [and not a single did, did john ever hear her complain of such things.] she had been born for the position, he was the substitute. the failsafe in case things went wrong.

Q: HOW MUCH WEIGHT CAN A PERSON CARRY BEFORE THEY CRACK? BEFORE THEY ROT, CRUMBLE, AND DECAY? A: NINA SHEPARD WOULD KNOW.

the normandy had been deemed inoperable and grounded with the departure of their beloved commander shepard. the idea of the failsafe rising the occasion was more challenging for those to understand, primarily the council. [john shepard? the john shepard who has been reported to have numerous sexual relations aboard the normandy? the john shepard who nearly blew up a town because his gun accidentally fired?] there was a bigger threat than the council's and alliance's poster girl being out of commission; the reapers threatened galactic life, taking planets left and right— it was only a matter of time before they succeeded in their mission if action wasn't taken hastily. [even the blinded council bore witness to that.] commander john shepard was born, while commander nina shepard sat in a rehabilitation center with a permanent leave from the alliance. he still wonders if everything has set in yet, or if he's fully numbed it— the weight of the entire galaxy's existence burrowing itself into his heart, forming a driven mission.

“i don't know about that, tali. the way i see it: who else is willing to do the job? i didn't see alenko stepping up to the plate— second human spectre, my ass.” a hand is brought down his face, rubbing at the corners of his eyes as a sigh is exhaled. “glad to know someone believes in me, though. none of these other assholes do. makes the job easier to get done.” TALI MAKES HIS ENTIRE LIFE EASIER.