#oc thorne

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I'M SO EXCITED TO SHARE THIS! I got a commission of Thorne and Lucanis from @frecklef0x !! It turned out absolutely gorgeous I'm so in love with it. Thank you!

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i caved in (and made an oc)

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I’m posting this from an Apple device so I’m not sure if this will actually get posted or not. I’m still putting the trigger warnings in the tags anyways.

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The sound of heavy gunfire hitting metal. The smell of smoke and fuel. The feel of heat and pain. The sight of alerts across the board. The taste of iron.

None of it mattered. What mattered was people were relying on him.

His copilot said they were the only ones from their squad still in the air. The plane rocked. His teeth clenched. It didn’t matter.

He wheeled the plane around. The engine sputtered. The plane started to drop. It didn’t matter.

Barely functioning radar showed two enemy planes. He coaxed the plane to keep flying. A target entered crosshairs. He fired. An explosion. One disappeared from radar. It didn’t matter.

There was still one. People were counting on him. Another hit rocked the plane. An internal explosion took out his copilot. His ears were ringing. It didn’t matter.

The plane was failing and falling. The enemy entered crosshairs. He fired. It went down unrecoverable. It mattered.

The plane started falling. It was no longer functional. It mattered.

The civilian evacuation was safe. It mattered.

The plane crashed.

It mattered.

The memory, dream, nightmare ends and every old injury burns anew, like he just crawled out of the wreckage.

Rose is there. Her eyes worry and understand. She helps him sit on the cold floor. It grounds him, he is no longer surrounded by flames and explosions. The phantom aches do not vanish quickly.

She sits with him all night and listens as he remembers everyone who fell that day.

And she says, “It mattered.”

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On the right is my oc Thorne, on the left his wife Drua.

Drua isn’t small, but Thorne is obscenely tall. Six foot six. (Drua is 5′ 8″)

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A Tourniquet, A Dagger, and A Bone Saw

A fill for @rookappreciationweek ! For the prompt: Bone Saw

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CWs: amputation, graphic descriptions of said amputation, Deep Roads

The Deep Roads rang out with a blood-curdling scream. Vandal, Antoine, Evka, and the Hero of Ferelden ran towards the sound, not just to see what was causing the commotion, but to silence it as well. They had avoided the darkspawn so far on this excursion, and they intended to keep it that way.

Fabien, who had wandered off by himself, had gotten his arm stuck in between some antique dwarven gears. Dark, nearly black blood poured from where teeth met flesh, the gears shuddering as they tried to continue to spin around Fabien's arm.

Cylas Surana, Ferelden's Warden Commander, leaped into action immediately. He raised his staff, creating a barrier around them. Vandal tried not to shy away from the use of magic, instead rushing to Fabien's side. The barrier would protect them until they could figure this out.

"I thought I told him not to touch those!" He could hear Evka say as she rooted around in her pack for healing supplies.

"You did, désolé, but you know him. He never listens." Antoine sighed as Fabien's screams echoed off the inside of the barrier.

Vandal and Commander Surana assessed the damage, while Fabien sobbed incoherently. This party had been selected as an escort for the Warden Commander as he chased shadows of rumors surrounding the location of another ancient, speaking darkspawn. Vandal could not understand why First Warden Glastrum had sent Fabien with them. It truly must have been to get under the rest of their skins.

"We need a tourniquet!" Commander Surana called, and Antoine rushed over with a scrap of cloth. Vandal did his best to remove the crushed armor from around Fabien's shoulder. The man screamed, shrilly this time, while Evka approached Commander Surana with the supplies from her pack.

"There are bandages, poultices, and a bone saw." She said, turning to the mechanism that controlled the gears. "I'll see if I can reverse them. If not, we'll have to amputate."

Fabien wailed wordlessly, near to hysterics. Apparently, he didn't like the idea.

All the armor now removed, Commander Surana took the cloth from Antoine and began to tie it just below Fabien's shoulder, using the broken shaft of an arrow to twist it tight. "Antoine, bring me the whiskey."

Evka got the mechanism to groan and clunk, but it only doubled its effort to swallow Fabien's arm. The man screamed so hard, his voice gave out, turning into a miserable bubbling. His face was beet red, looking close to bursting itself. "Sorry!" She got it to clunk again, and the gears finally stopped moving. "That's the best I can do!"

"That's a great help, thanks, Evka." Commander Surana said, he raised his head as Antoine returned with the alcohol. He nodded to Fabien. "My friend, you are going to want to start chugging that."

His free hand shaking, Fabien took the bottle and brought it to his lips, drinking as fast as he could around his whimpering.

Still holding the tourniquet tight, Commander Surana bent down and grabbed the bone saw. He handed the handle to Vandal. "You should do this. You're stronger than me." Wordlessly, Vandal took the bone saw in his hand. Commander Surana then brought up a fistful of fire, cleaning the blade. "Have you done this before?"

Vandal shook his head.

"Have you butchered an animal?" Surana asked, now handing Vandal a dagger that seemed to cut just by looking at it. He nodded this time. His mentor, Warden Thorne, the name he had taken for himself, had shown him how to clean fish and rabbits. "Same concept. Use this to cut to the bone. Then we saw."

Vandal's heart raced in his chest, but he didn't let his hands tremble. They didn't have much time. The screams had drawn attention. He met the Commander's gaze, and he knew they both felt it. The itching in your brain as a large number of 'spawn closed in on you. He had to do this now if they all wished to survive.

With a steadying breath, Vandal focused his attention on the skin of Fabien's arm. He had finished most of the whiskey, already looking less sober. With one last look at the man, he pressed his weight behind the blade and cut deep.

The muscle fell away more easily than he expected, a testament to the Commander's dagger. There was minimal blood spilled thanks to the tourniquet, which was fortunate for Fabien, as he'd lost a lot already. Focused, Vandal made it through the sinew and reached the bone, spongey and yellow. He swallowed down the bile that threatened to rise. Truly, he had seen worse at the hands of the Tevinter elite, but he had been the subject then, not the one holding the instrument. He traded Commander Surana the dagger for the saw and set blade to bone.

Fabien's voice finally returned as Vandal drew the saw back. Antoine and Evka held him steady as he began to drunkenly sway in time to his wails. Vandal didn't let himself be distracted, his brow now beaded with sweat.

"Almost there," Commander Surana encouraged, though to whom it was directed was unclear. "Almost done." He had cleared the dagger of Fabien's blood and was now using his fire to heat the blade until it glowed, red hot.

It seemed to take an age, Fabien shaking as the sawing sent shudders through his body, but eventually, he was cut free. His face paled at the sight of his arm still stuck between the gears, and finally he fainted. Evka grunted as his weight fell onto her. Commander Surana took what remained of his arm and, using the glowing dagger, cauterized what he could of the wound.

Vandal felt the threat of bile again as the smell of burnt flesh filled the barrier. The buzzing in his skull was incessant now. He could feel the 'spawn surrounding them and looked to the Commander. "How do we get out?"

Surana closed his eyes, attuning to his keener sense of the darkspawn. He opened them a moment later. "Vandal, do you think you could carry him yourself? It would be helpful to have Evka able to fight. Antoine, we'll need your crossbow with two of our warriors incapacitated."

"Yes, ser," Antoine said, he and Evka pulling out their weapons.

Vandal grunted as he situated Fabien across his shoulders, locking his arms around a leg and his remaining arm. "Ready."

Commander Surana nodded. "When I release this barrier, you'll follow me. I can get us through the thinnest group." The others returned his nod. "Right. Let's go."

With a shimmer, the barrier fell away. With a determined frown, Vandal rushed after the Commander, following him into the suffocating darkness of the Deep Roads.

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I got a character commission from @juneiper-art !!! I requested my Rook Thorne, my guy my dude my man. I love the colors so much! Thank you again Juneiper!!! 💜

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Welcome! From the Rook Codex prompts: A message between two companions about Rook

Hiii thank you for the prompt 💜 this worked as a supplemental to a wip I have 😈 aka the Crows invented icyhot

G | 110 words

@dadrunkwriting

A note found in Harding's room next to a pot overflowing with green leaves. Harding, there is poultice I'd like to make. Thorne has mentioned stiffness in his back and shoulder. It would require spearmint and a kind of Antivan chili pepper. Would there be room in your garden for these things? -- L The spearmint will go in a pot on a shelf away from the soil, but I do have room in the vegetable garden for some peppers! Get me seeds or a starter and they'll be ripe for the picking in no time! --H Wonderful. I'll pick up what we need during my trip to Treviso tomorrow. Thank you. -- L

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Touchpoint - inatrice

rookanis | G | 1.2k

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Summary:

Lucanis has recently moved in to the Lighthouse. Rook Thorne may be wary of him, but he would still like to help. But will Lucanis accept it?

"Lucanis?" Thorne tried again, ducking his head to try and catch the other man's eye. Lucanis held a long cold cup of coffee in his hand and his gaze was somewhere distant across the room, though he sat ramrod straight. He still didn't respond. He didn't even blink. Thorne glanced around the room to make sure they were alone before trying something stupid. "Spite?"

whoa guess who's posting fic again. Have some lucathorne for your day~

Thank you to @wishforhome for the beta 💜