#septa oc

[writingwenches]

Veastals

"untouched, unmarried, loved only by the city itself, a look can save a condemned man, a touch can set a slave free." – Those About to Die E04.

Warnings – 18+ ancient style misogyny (some just to keep things sexy), death by human sacrifice, ableism, incorrect Valyrian history, mentions of Valyrian-typical incest and sexual lifestyles, saying the word virgin too many times

Vaesta – Old Valyrian Goddess of Luck, Dragonfire, Virgins and Dragondreams // Inspired by the Vestal Virgins of Ancient city of Rome

Background Info – Back in Valyria of old, there were forty Vaestal Virgins, representing each of the ruling families, drafted into the order to protect the Eternal Dragonfire of the Valyrian Freehold. They were once housed deep in the Valyrian volcanoes, protected by the ancient fire mages that powered the Valyrian empire. Vaesta were the goddess that protected pubescent children and their reputations. It was tradition for the Virgins to pledge their purity to the gods so other Valyrians could do as they please. By some, Vaesta was also considered the goddess of luck and protecter of those having dragon dreams. The goddess featured a role in the prophetic vision of Daenys the Dreamer before the Doom and is thus still worshiped traditionally by the Targaryen dynasty in Westeros.

Traditions – During the empire of the Valyria Freehold, the Vaestal Virgins were drafted regardless of gender of express, but Westeros has changed many of their ancient ways. The Vaestal Virgins of King's Landing are almost exclusively all girls, though not exclusively all born that way (🏳️‍⚧️) due to the group's secretive nature.

In Old Valyria, when one of the Vaestal Virgins ages out and chooses to return to the 'mortal' lifestyle, a great fest is held in their honor to begin their journey of sexual pleasure. Not long before the Doom, this privilege went to the highest bidder, or sometimes the rider of the biggest dragon. Westeros would never support such a ceremony, so most elder Virgins become Septas. A growing number have started to offer themselves as human sacrifices instead of joining the Faith, though being the business of women, it is not often mentioned publicly.

Before, it was custom that each of the ruling noble houses offered a child to the Vaestals but Westeros only takes one girl from each of the Seven kingdoms, also aligning with their Seven Pointed Star. Some girls are offered as honored guests and sincere gifts to the Targaryen overlords, while other girls sent are seen as lessers, like those with disabilities or potentially not conforming to gender norms. Girls are taken young, to ensure their proper raising, usually around the ages of 5 to 7.

Clothing – Much like Septas, they are mostly covered. They wear flowing white robes, with dipped dyed edges of sacrificial blood. Their hair and face covered with sheer white cloth, to avoid looking directly on them.

Living – In the Red Keep the Vaestal Virgins are housed in the Maidenvault, a closed off living area separate from the royal families and visiting nobles. It is said they want for nothing inside, but no one but their former-Vaestal guardians can say for certain.

Anything Else – idk, I watched some of the new Anthony Hopkin show Those about to Die about ancient Roman chariot sports teams (the history of which is simply delightful) and I got a crack inspiration for some old world Targaryen nonsense. Maybe I shall write a ficlet about a pretty girl trapped there. LOL send in headcanons or other asks to add to the crazy, feel free to use the idea is the muse strikes you~

[sabinesybill]

I'm posting some bits from my Aegon x OC doc because while I very much enjoy the dynamics and some of the sentences do slap imo, I feel like there's a long way to go before I settle down on the details, choose where to start it from and if I ever gonna post it at all.

If you're reading these, please let me know if you like it or not, even a thumbs up emoji will do, I'm in that phase where I'm kinda insecure about my writing !

TW: curse words, strong language, light blasphemy, mention of sex work, manipulation, unhealthy power dynamics (guys it's Aegon like,,, what were we expecting?)

OC: it's a septa in service to the Maiden aspect, her name is Madera and some of her closest friends are Hylle and Saerra. I loved the idea of the contrast between Aegon, a debauched prince and a possible relationship with something that's as far from him as possible: a septa.

Probably this choice on Aegon's part reveals all his mommy issues and we love that.

[huramuna]

forever young (i wanna be)

septa shera again ✨ art by me, 9 hours on procreate.

[rancidjuno]

TW: BLOOD + GORE seven, the holy number

[dearlyfetching]

It has never made any sense to me that after everything is said and done, the remaining Hightower faction did not insist upon taking Princess Jaehaera Targaryen into custody. She is the granddaughter of Dowager Queen Alicent Hightower, whose paternal family still remains alive and well. After her father is found dead and her grandmother passed on from Winter Fever, there should've been a vested interest from Lyonel, Martyn, Garmund, or any of Alicent's unnamed brothers aside from the deceased Gwayne to either offer sanctuary in Oldtown or send envoys to King's Landing for Jaehaera's protection. While I understand that the point of the dance is to showcase the horrors of war and harm of factionalism, when one of either side is needlessly removed and prevented from unifying their feuding families as a peaceful solution when other feasible options existed, it leaves me feeling more than a bit frustrated.

[corporalicent]

I kind of got inspired by different things but: throw together four pictures that represent your most current OC(s) and people can ask questions about them and tag people.

tagged by: @malkaleh

[jaenaravelaryon]

Daenaera Velaryon and her daughters Daena, Rhaena, and Elaena

[sabin1108]

DOS2 OCs: Edgar, Lyon & Navier

Fort Joy Adventure pt 6 - Septa the ineffable

On my first playthrough, I was happy to find crab (Septa) and wanting to kill it for loot food. Battle ensues and Septa almost kill my character.

And to this day, I still hate this crab :D

[rhearoyces]

For whichever of your girls that you're feeling atm: Which canon character does your OC not respect at all? Why?

Who would your OC say is their best friend?

daena has negative respect for viserys. they were never very close when he was married to aemma, as daena was not often at court, and always found him a bit off putting when she was visiting. and then aemma dies and he marries alicent, which daena thinks is very weird, and when she gets closer to alicent it becomes On Sight. daena’s hanging around court frothing at the mouth with rage whenever she sees viserys.

cassana’s best friend is septa anwyn. though cassana does like the companions brought to court by her mother they are primarily myrcella’s friends. instead cassana has anwyn and meg, and anwyn has been filling the roles of older sister, mentor, and confidant for a long time. while cassana may gain more friends over the course of her life, none of them ever match anwyn’s significance in her life.

[gopissgorl-dot-twitter]

[alicent-boleyn]

the wedding

Word count: 893 words

SUMMARY: Berenice convinces Rhaena to listen to her heart, 168 AC.

Despite being the same age as Rhaena, Berenice has found that they do not share much in the way of, well, anything. Sure, they may both be faithful worshippers of the Seven, but there was something of a flavor of dogmatic vehemence in Rhaena's piety that Berenice wanted to hold at a firm distance. She could not say what trait of hers similarly repelled Rhaena, only that their shared upbringing and cloistering in the Maidenvault did not have the effect of bringing them closer.

They were let out on certain occasions, mostly to attend court functions and services at the sept, and today, they were allowed to attend Daeron's wedding to Princess Myriah Martell. No one could deny they were pleased at the prospect. Daena was particularly excited for the occasion, as it meant several successive days out of the same four walls they've been trapped behind for nearly a decade. Of course, they had to sit through hours and hours of sermons at the ceremony, but even Blessed Baelor the Beloved could not stop the feasting and dancing and jousting that accompanied a royal wedding.

Berenice felt the music twirl around her, like clouds of smoke, Dornish guitars and flutes and hurdy-gurdies coming together to make sounds that were joyful, if not totally pleasant. Even Princess Naerys, still weak from the birth of her daughter Daenerys, swayed in her seat to the happy rhythm. She was glad to see her cousin enjoying her son's wedding, since the rest of life had been treating her so ill. She usually dressed in pale, nearly white clothes, but today, she wore red and black and gold, gold, gold. Her clothes almost overpowered her; the woman faded into the background, while the dress, beaded and embroidered and trimmed to excess, seemed to act on its own. Half dead already, it seemed fit that Naerys occupied her clothes like a ghost in a keep.

Strong wine flowed freely, and though she drank only half her glass, it was more than she had had in a very long time. The sound and the alcohol and her own discomfort with crowds made her leave the Great Hall for the gardens. (Since when did she hate crowds? She was never like this before Baelor.)The garden was lit sparsely, Berenice made her way by the light of a few lanterns and the nearly-full moon. Approaching the old weirwood, she saw Rhaena sitting at its roots.

“Cousin!” She said, mindful of her volume. The gods of the weirwood were not her gods, but nonetheless she knew better than to disregard them completely.

“Berenice,” Rhaena replied. “What brings you here?”

“The same as what brought you here, I'll reckon.” She sat beside her. Out of the folds of her skirt, Rhaena produced an orange and began to peel it. Watching the leaves dance in front of the moon, they shared the slices. Berenice felt a little bad, not having anything to provide for their little feast. Rhaena did not try to make conversation, and so neither did Berenice. When they finished, they sat silent for a moment, and Berenice grabbed her cousin's sticky hand and held it.

Rhaena opened her mouth, “Do y-”

“Wh-” Berenice started. They had both tried to speak at the same time. Berenice nodded and let the other woman go first.

“Do you ever think, sometimes, that being a princess is more trouble than it's worth?” She was barely above a whisper.

“Yes, much more than sometimes. Do you remember when I came to court?” Rhaena nodded in agreement. “I know I was terribly disagreeable that first year, sullen, cross with everyone and everything. But I had not been raised to be the niece of a king, or cousin or what have you. I was raised to be a holy Sister, I cannot wear the mantle of Princess with any comfort.”

At this, Rhaena's brow furrowed. “How do you do it then? How do you keep going when you find your position so… untenable?”

Berenice flicked her gaze to the sky, then back to her cousin. “Because I know I have a way out. I remember Rhaella, daughter of Rhaena, and Maegelle, daughter of Jaehaerys, and Celia, the Mother at the house which raised me and the mother of my heart.” Just a hint of hope dawned on Rhaena's face. This seems to have been the right thing to say.

“For a long time now, I have felt a… a certain something in my heart, a longing only satisfied when I enter the Sept, and breath in the incense, and feel the pages of the Seven-Pointed Star whisper between my fingers.” Rhaena sighed, “I… I know what the gods are telling me, but I don't know that I have the strength to answer their call.”

Berenice squeezed her cousin's hand. “Baelor will support you in this, you know he will, and besides, becoming a Septa doesn't mean you have to leave us quite so soon, not until after your permanent vows. The only difference between following your soul's desire now and following it later is the amount of heartache in between.”

A lull fell between them as they contemplated each other's words. The two women turned to the stars, letting the echo of the music inside be washed away by the wind and the rustling leaves and their heartbeats.

[ivansbadart]

Some random HotD OC’s I made, because why tf not!

(Btw all of these OC’s are minor background characters of my Daemond fic if you wish to read that hehe)

[huramuna]

i promise i’m working on something 🥺

[ohnoitsmyra]

finished a lovely lil portrait of @redwolf17 's OC Edythe from their fic The Weirwood Queen !

[oc-building]

*makes another silly rendition of my ocs and the hotd characters thanks to pixiv.*

I just realised Madera has a type, which is blonds. Messy blonds who keep her on her toes!

In order:

septa Hylle, with her cheeky cheeky smile and cute dimples

septa Madera, with her judgy eyebrows and eyebags, the girl is tirrrred

princess Helaena Targaryen, with her crown of pretty flowers and her cryptic words about fire and blood

prince Aegon Targaryen, with his golden earrings and tunics in honour of Sunfyre and his messy hair.

... this could turn into a threesome you guys,,,

[corporalicent]

AN OATH TO THE FAITHFUL SWORD

Criston Cole x Septa Elinor

He caressed her hand one last time before taking it away, not looking back. She opened her mouth to say something, but he said first, "I would carry any sin for you". She paused to process what he just said, without taking the worried feeling off her eyes. "And I couldn't ask you to do such a thing" she whispered.