#great bastard ocs

[visenyaism]

have a great bastard oc (currently nameless) who was born to a cadet branch hightower. her mother was sent to the silent sisters by her family out of shame, and oc was shuffled off to be trained as a septa as soon as the family could get away with it. instead, oc elected to go voluntarily to the silent sisters extremely young, in the hope that she would be able to find her mother amongst the order. she never found her mother and was frequently punished for breaking the vow of silence to ask the other sisters. eventually she stopped asking, and found solace in the grim work of preparing bodies for burial. she was particularly good at autopsy and anatomy and was frequently assigned to perform them. bc she missed conversing with others she would often talk to the dead when she prepared them alone. at some point she was sent to kings landing and was one of the silent sisters who attended to aemon the dragonknight after his death. when alone with his body, she addressed him as 'uncle'. unfortunately, this was overheard by king aegon IV who then demanded she reveal her face and laughed at seeing one of his own bastards attending to his sainted brother. he ordered the high septon to annul her vows (under the argument that her marriage to the stranger was 'unconsummated' and thus could be broken) and installed oc as one of the queens handmaidens out of spite. when naerys died a year later, this was attributed as one of the reasons why- aegon had taken one of the strangers wives, so the stranger had taken one in turn.

This is so bonkers and dramatic and perfect I’m going insane. What a life this girl lives.

[quiddling]

how many eyes does lord bloodraven have?

[oh-westly]

army cravings

[typosandtea]

Stumbled across this excellent brush and texture set that has procreate brushes! And felt like drawing Tango so [the post]

[lizzybeeee]

Children of the Stone 🪨

[ask-thearchivists]

Hey Coordinator!

I've just had a dream with other Archivists.

I remember quite well, they were tall, way taller than you, and cold, their voices kinda echoed in our heads, and they were always wearing those half moon masks.

Each of them had those "symbols" in your hats, but theirs were different.

First Quarter Moon.

Ringed Planet.

Diamond Star.

And the eldest, a Star.

It was frightening, their hands could be in any shape or form, and one of them said: "Trying to escape little spider?"

Do you know anyone with those aspects?

(not a gnome fan :D)

Note: I love Gnome's work, is so brilliant, so neat, and I also love your work too, full of colors and depth ^^

You two are just brilliant ^^

The Charmer: No, none of us wear masks. Though when we are down on a planet we might have our faces obscured by shadows while wearing our ceremonial cloaks.

The Coordinator: Oh, how interesting, another mortal telling us about what appears to be alternate versions of us, or perhaps, other Collectors. Have any of the rest of you had dreams like that? Do you know if this is yet another universe or a vision of somewhere distant in this same universe?

[weirwoodarrow]

new asoiaf oc on impulse…. tyanna hill! great bastards era oc, bastard daughter of rohanne lannister, general shitstirrer, and paramour of bittersteel

[spiderjumper]

Guys I've used my mass brain power to come up with an idea! BVZ ZOMBIE AU!

[visenyaism]

been thinking about a great bastard oc. his name is simon waters and he’s sooo normal. his mom was the last of an upjumped family like the slynts that got lorded only kinda… but she moved out of the red keep and made her living doing bookkeeping for inns and brothels and she raised him to do that too before perishing. he’s a very clever upstart and works for some big merchants before the Legitimization happens and he leaps up with a signed writ proving his parentage but everyones like “ok man” because he has brown hair brown eyes and is kinda ugly. he uses this dubious clout to get a job in the red keep finance department and rises very high very fast. every1 calls him a baseborn commoner tho. he is not charming and not very nice and has boring interests and hates everyone. he sides with the targs because he lives there but sends info to the blackfyres that is plausibly helpful but not too helpful, just to cover both sides because more than anything he is a cockroach who cannot be killed. but then he makes actual friends in the red keep against his will and is like wait is happiness possible? and stops. yes he fucks daemon ii. king daeron even starts asking him for advice. it’s all coming up simon. this all backfires when aenys blackfyre with a steel chair rats him out before bloodraven murderizes him. he goes to the wall w the ravens teeth and counts beets forever god bless westerosi tomcrom

YAYY!!! Being a brunette middle-class boring accountant who is kind of ambitious and conniving but not atypically so in a family full of blood wizards, doomed prophets, and whatever was going on with Daemon Blackfyre is such a concept. Being normal until the very end and suddenly getting pulled in by becoming Important at Work and having an affair with Dae2mon only to get executed for procedural cover your ass work from decades ago makes this PEAK. Thank you for your service Simon Waters I know he counted beets in a meticulous parchment spreadsheet

[2-faded-memory-2]

jaw clentched teeth grinding nails being bitten shoulders tightened knees locked I MADE ANOTHER CHCARACTER DO YOU GUYS WANT TO SEE HER SHES WEIRD AND SHE CAN SENSE MAGIC AND SHE WANTS TO KILL MAGIC AND SHE HAS A STAR MOTIF AND

[savage-rhi]

Brisk Harpy: a courier organization dedicated to helping colonies out West primarily in areas where the UCA/Chiral Network can't reach. Gene Dawkins took up work at Brisk Harpy following her departure from Middle Knot City.

DUAT: A team of 6 individuals recruited by an offbranch of the UCA to allegedly assist with research pertaining to BTs and Beaches. Rumor has it the 6 are embued with special abilities and powers that give them domain over entities...Of course, that's hearsay. There may also be a 7th member but nothing substantial evidence wise as come forward.

**my new Death Stranding fanfic isn't coming out for a while, but I felt like making logos for two organizations that'll be featured. If you've read Sky of Atoms, Brisk Harpy should be familiar. DUAT though, is something new 👀

[carb0n-m0n0xide]

My chilred doodles~

Heheheh

[stealingpotatoes]

Hey Potes, what's going on in the throne room piece you posted 👀

thats for me to know and you to find out when I get round to making the comic of it (;

[doodlebeeberry]

the lone woman on my mind

[visenyaism]

once again - a spitefully named great bastard oc. meet braxton beesbury. aegon met his mother, who was supposed to marry lord tyrell. this marriage did not happen. instead, aegon happened, and nine months later, lady clarissa beesbury has an incredibly blonde son. the beesburys raise braxton on a diet of hating targaryens, going so far as to name him for the beesbury who dishonored princess saera and was killed by king jaehaerys. they resent the targaryens for killing lyman beesbury during the dance of the dragons and for all the damages the beesbury lands took in the wars, for being generally terrible rulers, and for dishonoring clarissa beesbury. obviously, braxton grows up a very unhappy child.

when aegon takes the throne, braxton goes to king's landing and asks to be acknowledged as one of the king's bastards. his family are incredibly enraged at this, but become suspiciously calm. the Master of Affair Math confirms that yeah this blonde kid is likely the king's son, and aegon agrees. this agreement may or may not have directly happened after braxton insults aemon the dragonknight and also queen naerys. aegon finds his hostile son mildly amusing. meanwhile, braxton has been attempting to assassinate every targaryen he can get his hands on. he is also failing miserably. poor boy, he's only like fifteen and has very bad assassination skills. he tries to poison bloodraven but a crow drinks it instead. he tries to push daenerys out a window but she thinks he was trying to kill a wasp and thanks him. daemon blackfyre sees him trying to kill daeron and immediately hires him. braxton accepts and focuses his poor attempts on daeron exclusively. this never works.

braxton joins the blackfyres, but still keeps trying to kill daemon and aegor. he is killed when his ship from essos sinks, and dies without a single kinslaying to his name.

I love this so much go house Beesbury. he is trying so hard and it’s just nottttt happing. Least unlucky team Blackfyre member.

[whumpeewhumpwhump]

(AI-less) Whumptober 4: Hiding an Injury

(This took so much longer than I wanted it too. Was originally going to use Original Characters from my WIP, but they said no. Still fun)

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Prompt 4: Hiding an Injury

Leader didn’t want to scare their Youngest Teammate. Being captured was bad enough. The injuries though...

It wasn’t meant to be a mission where anyone on the Team could be captured, but with their luck it was a given. A simple retcon turned into a hostage situation.

Leader and Youngest Teammate had been tied and thrown into a nondescript room. Unfortunately for Leader, both of them were unconscious when the throwing in happened, so they had no idea where this nondescript room could be. From Leader's experience, though, it looked like an office in a warehouse. Initially, they couldn’t help the chuckle that realization came to them. What were the odds that this was the same nondescript office that one of their many villains had used before. There couldn’t be that many warehouses in the city.

The thought drifted away quickly when Leader heard muffled sniffles from Youngest Teammate.

Leader closed their eyes before they turned to comfort them. Leader made sure to make Youngest Teammate understand that they wouldn’t let anything happen to them. Which was the truth.

Of course, Villain knew that too. Which is why they were the pair that were snatched up.

It had been a couple days and Leader has being marched (really, dragged) back to the nondescript office they shared with Youngest Teammate. Without a warning, Villain’s goons opened the door to the office and tossed Leader into the room. With their hands tied behind their back, there was nothing Leader could do to save themself from a face plant onto the hard concrete. Leader grunted. That was a broken nose for sure.

Immediately after the door closed, Youngest Teammate scooted closer to them, their breathing ragged with worry and fear.

“Leader? Are you alright?” they asked, their voice quivering.

Leader took a couple breaths, centering themself. Everything hurt. They took count of their aches and pains. Their nose bled freely. There was no hiding that from Youngest Teammate. The others, though… they had to thank Villain for the placement. A couple of ribs were at the very least bruised, but very likely broken. There were welts covering their back where Villain had whipped them bloody. The thing that hurt them the most, though, were the fresh cuts carved into their chest by Villain. 

But Youngest Teammate couldn’t know that.

With a grunt of effort, Leader rolled on their back, uncomfortably. Their hands dug into their ruined back, but they put on a smile nonetheless. They had been through worse.

“I’m fine, kiddo,” they said, easily, “Just a few bumps and bruises, that’s all,”

Youngest Teammate’s brow furrowed as they looked down at Leader. “Why do I have a feeling you’re lying to me?”

Leader closed their eyes and shook their head. Their heart broke for a moment at Youngest Teammate’s hopeless tone. “No chance, kiddo. Villain ain’t got nothing on ol’ Leader here. Anything he serves me I can dish it right back. Trust me, when the rest of the Team gets here, Villain's gonna be in a whole world of trouble,”

All was quiet for a moment before Leader heard Youngest Teammate shuffle over to them. Youngest Teammate grabbed Leader under the arm and helped them sit up. Leader let out a grunt of pain and Youngest Teammate stopped moving. They gave Leader a look of mixed horror, pity, and fear.

Leader’s voiced lowered, “Just because I can handle it, doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. You can help me sit up, I’ll be fine,”

Slower than before, Youngest Teammate continued and helped Leader lean against the far wall of the room. A sweat broke out on Leader’s forehead and once Youngest Teammate had placed them against the wall, Leader was breathing heavily. Youngest Teammate sat on their heels, watching Leader carefully. Leader gave them a sideways glance.

“Don’t worry, kiddo,” Leader said. “You rest, I’ll take the first watch,”

Youngest Teammate looked at them incredulously, “What? No, I’ll—”

“Lay down,” Leader tried to say with a chuckle. It came out more like a pained strain. “You deserve to rest just as much as me,”

It didn’t take much more convincing than that until Youngest Teammate curled up in a corner of the room and tried to rest. Leader watched their breathing for a moment. Once their breathing evened out, they leaned their head against the wall. They wouldn’t be able to last much longer. Leader wouldn’t give anything up to Villain, they knew that, but if Villain decided to go too far in their torturous interrogation… Leader couldn’t let Youngest Teammate go through this. They were too young. They didn’t deserve this. 

All they could wish for was the rest of the Team to find them. And soon. Before it was too late.