#wsteros

[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. ❜

[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.

[wellzofyouth]

Ck3 keep crashing while I'm trying to bring a little whimsy to wsteros fml

[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

don't steal, don't godmod without permission, do not interact if you support incest/pedophilia (primarily in asoiaf but also elsewhere), incredibly low activity. i rarely ship/don't pressure me. no / minimal smut (if a character is or ever was underage in the main narrative [ie. daenerys targaryen] i will not write smut for them, no exceptions). i don't bite but i do block easily. muse list doc. it’s unfinished i got bored and gave up w the faceclaims okay

[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.”

[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.

[darkestspring]

The dragons of the conquerors and the dragons of their children, Queen Tyrell is very attached to the reader. After Aegon's death, Tyrell reader and Baelerion comfort each other. The flower of the high garden turned the Black terror that Wsteros feared into the cat.

balerion completely attaches to queen tyrell after his rider dies. they're each others comfort. queen tyrell has successfully tamed the black dread and everyone is dumbfounded by it.

[dregdens]

@wsteros said: “do you see a stranger when you look at my face?”

it's a presumptuous statement, one that catches rhaenyra off guard— her demeanor falling flat. years ago, she would have seen her best friend upon looking at alicent's face. the girl whom rhaenyra would see while daydreaming of running away, pondering in their thoughts as they ate cake. royal structure a distant memory, their lives in their own hands. (as she's grown older, rather than daydreaming, she dreams of it at night. she can't help but wonder whether alicent does, and whether it awakes her in a pile of sweat as it does with rhaenyra.) they had been young, though— perhaps too naïve for such thoughts at their age, and yet they're the memories the blonde cherishes most.

now, upon examination of alicent's face, she's not sure who she views. (her grace, her best friend, her found foe on this battlefield.) a shaky deep breath is inhaled and exhaled. [no air / no god / no life.] how many times can an olive branch be extended before it's snapped in half? “i'm not sure, your grace.” the truth descends off her tongue, bile residing on the latter half. divorced from one another, rhaenyra turns her back on the woman— a common kinship between politicians. the masquerade of an heir in standing.

“i presume you did not come here to discuss our childhood. if you have— i suggest leaving. i have no desire to hash out old fights. i'd rather discuss something meaningful.” a lie that fits perfectly inside her mouth, her gaze fixating on the window inside alicent's chambers. the olive branch snaps.