#silver thorne

[bloodyknucklesforme]

Silver Thorne | Baelor x F!Maekar Modern AU

This is a rough draft and I'll probably rewrite it like 8 more times but i wanted to post something because I haven't posted all month. It's a little jumpy but i hope yall enjoy. @cranialpressure and I have been yapping about these two for a month.

CW: incest, targcest, agegap, period sex, virginity loss

Maenys kept thinking of sweets. The kind that were always brought by visiting nobles, sometimes hard, sometimes gummy, always flavored like fruit and colored brightly. Her mother used to scold her for eating too many. She'd lay on the floor of her room with a stomach ache and her fingers sticky.

She felt sticky all over now and there was an ache in her stomach but she was unsure from what. She felt anxious and guilty and disgusted all at once. She smelled like chlorine and blood.

"Mae? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. It was wrong and I'm sorry. I just…I want to know if you're okay." Baelor said through the bathroom door. His hand played with the locked knob. He sounded as panicked as she felt.

The worst of it all was that it felt nice. It felt nice to kiss him, to feel his hands on her. He kissed so unlike Cedrick. She could still feel his stubble around her mouth no matter how hard she wiped. It wasn't the fact that he was her brother, he didn't feel like a brother, he felt like a stranger. When she met new people at University he was who they asked about first, what he was like, how he'd be king one day. She hated him, she could never say it but she did. She hated how he was all anyone ever cared about.

He was so perfect and she was near nothing, a mistake of her parents, a disappointment to them. He was everything she ever wanted to be. She had kissed him, been the one to lean in and press her lips to his. They were both drunk and sloppy and reveling in each one's misery. She was hungry enough to drag him down to where she always laid. All the anger and jealousy pouring from her spit to his mouth.

And he'd been gentle in turn. Touched her face, held her steady in the water. Now he was at her door begging for forgiveness.

Even when at his worst, he was still better than her.

"I'm going to leave you be but I want to talk tomorrow morning.I'll be down the hall if you need anything….Goodnight, Mae."

Her stomach growled.

He was eager. Their clothes strewn across the bed. He kissed his way down her chest and stomach where she fought him off before he could get his head between her legs.

"I'm on my period." She confessed.

"I'm not worried about that."

Maenys kept thinking of sweets. The kind that were always brought by visiting nobles, sometimes hard, sometimes gummy, always flavored like fruit and colored brightly. Her mother used to scold her for eating too many. She'd lay on the floor of her room with a stomach ache and her fingers sticky.

She felt sticky all over now and there was an ache in her stomach but she was unsure from what. Baelor's fingers were in her mouth and she sucked on them like she used to do with the sweets. His skin tasted like soap. His mouth was against her neck, wet and soft.

She never seen him soft. He was the perfect son, the first born, seventeen years her elder. Her whole life had been hearing about him, how well he did in school, how he graduated University with honors, all the work he did as heir, the wonderful wife and children he had. Yet here he was, with two fingers in her mouth and another two playing with her bloody cunt.

 They didn't use a condom. He was slow as he pushed inside of her, kissing along the scars on her cheeks. She wanted to give Cedrick her virginity, two days ago she'd planned to and found him fucking her best friend. A hundred years ago her and Baelor would have been married and this same scenario would have played out. It was their nature.

"Maenys?" He cupped her cheek with pink fingers, "Is this your first time?"

He was teasing yet still so gentle. Baelor adjusted her hips, hooking one of her legs up and over his own hip. Asking if it felt better, if she was comfortable, if he was hurting her. She wanted to crawl into his skin, this meeting of parts wouldn't fully cleanse her. She needed more. Her teeth biting his shoulder. "Good girl" and she couldn't stop her moan. She was fidgety under him, ankles rolling, toes curling, hands scrambling.

"I got you. I got you. Relax, Mae. Are you close? I need to feel you cum. Need you to cum on my cock."

He alternated between circles and pinches. She wanted to fight it, the overwhelming pressure in her stomach, the way her limbs felt numb and how she could feel nothing but him. It wasn't a snap but a slow breaking of a dam. Her muscles straightened and collapsed. She'd stopped breathing all together. Wetness pooled under her ass.

He grunted loudly, he was pressed against the deepest part of her, overfilling her. He licked the pink from her cheeks.

"Let's get you cleaned up."

[shadowknight19kay]

What sea monster is your OC?

Thank you @zennihilation for the tag :D

I am tagging (no pressure!) @stormemes11, @vishantikaffar, @itsvtoroy and anyone else who wants to do it! Here is the link

Silver Iseril Thorne

I am putting both because she got both and she is a bit of a combo. She is stubborn, she doesn't give up and she doesn't care live her life trying to appease other people, but she is not as thick-skinned as she'd like, because it does bother her that it usually ends up with her being alone.

Iustinian de Riva

This is perfectly accurate. He is sneaky, he has tricks and backup tricks up his sleeves, and his arguments with Viago about how he should complete contracts prove that he is stubborn, but there is a softness there. He is not doing this to be chaotic or to get his way, he is doing this because he cares about the Crows and wants the best for them.

[wyvernscales]

Finally made and named my Thorne. Only took a year and a half, goddamn.

Silver Thorne - 2H Warrior - Slayer - Dwarf - Romance: Solas

I’ve had this Rook conceptualized for a minute, but haven’t really devoted more than a paragraph to them. They’re in my evil worldstate (or well, my ‘how can I make Thedas a worse place for everyone’ worldstate), but I have never explored the idea of a character who is making terrible choices because they are a ball of trauma responses and terror, not actively choosing to be selfish/cruel. (though I suppose all the other characters in this worldstate are traumatized)

Named for the silver mine that made their stepfather wealthy (The Doylian reason is that they are named after silverthorn, an invasive plant brought to the US as an ornamental landscaping shrub that survives in a wide range of conditions with large thorns, bitter/astringent fruit, flowers with no petals, and a so-called 'aggressive' growth cycle.)

The child of a Kal-Sharok observer on his way back to report from Weisshaupt and a girl from a small town in the Merdaine

The girl fell for the strange Kal-Sharok dwarf, and followed him all the way back to the Hunterhorn Mountains, before losing track of him

Found some shiny grey rocks in a cave she had found while deciding what to do after losing him in the mountains

When she attempted to return home, darkspawn had overrun the town, leaving her with nothing

Decided to sail up the Lattenfluss, but could only pay with the strange rocks she'd found. She didn't know that they were silver ore, but a Nordbotten man who owned a shipping company did. She ended up getting tricked into marrying him in exchange for the location of the deposit.

There are a wealth of metal resources in the Anderfels, it's just not easy to obtain them due to the weather and imminent threat of darkspawn. Given that a lone woman could make the journey there and back with little help, the Nordbotten man decided to test his luck.

Stepfather set up a successful mining operation, but that wealth did not flow to his wife and stepchild, who would both end up as miners he employed

Has argyria due to the time spent in the silver mine. Concentrated in the fingertips and face. Unnaturally pallid and grey, with thin skin that shows off a map of bloody tributaries flowing through their body. Blue/grey tinted sclera as well

As an Ander and a Dwarf, Silver was raised on tales of the darkspawn and fiercely Andrastian. Utterly terrorized by these stories, and was endlessly grateful that dwarves don't dream. Now that they're a Warden, dreaming about the spawn and the Archdemon, they are as sleep deprived as Lucanis

Their worst fears came true when the miners hit an entrance to the Deep Roads and darkspawn began to flood out of the mine. For some reason, the spawn seemed mostly uninterested in them (the Kal-Sharok blood)

Unsure of what to do, they waited around the mine for the next shipment of supplies from Nordbotten

Luckily--or perhaps unluckily--some Grey Wardens were tracking this group of spawn and saw that Silver was still untainted despite several weeks surrounded by it and conscripted them against their will.

Never saw their mother during the attack, and after learning about the darkspawn lifecycle, lives in utter terror that their mother may be a Broodmother. Every time they spot a genlock, they worry they're looking at some twisted kin

Has a MASSIVE complex about Harding getting the Titan powers and being led to Kal-Sharok, though they don’t know their father was from there until they go to the outpost

Everyone dies in the final battle, and ends up with Solas in the Fade

Spend the first eon absolutely beating the shit out of each other, but eternity is a long time

Has a German accent bc fuckkkk you BioWare. It can be Obersächsicsh, but it is NOT generic English

Prey animal rage, jumpy and unsettling like a hare, the losing dog, cycles, teeth, sacrificial lamb

[shadowknight19kay]

I started a new playthrough for my "canon" Rook, Silver Iseril Thorne because I wanted to gather materials for writing for her (and totally not because I am obsessed with this game, dw about it)

I have updated her look since when I first made her I had no plan or concept in the slightest. The biggest change is that I replaced the freckled complexion because it made her look gaunt

I also added tattoos under her eyes to make the vallaslin similarities stronger, since that is what she was going for.

[dndportraits]

Dancing in the Moonlight 🌙

Finally got around to finishing this piece! It’s one of my favorite couples: Claire and Silver💜 They are quite cute ☺️

[dndportraits]

Evil/Enemies to Lovers AU

Claire tricked Silver in escorting her to a ball—but honestly it didn’t take much convincing 😈

[dndportraits]

Enemies to Lovers/EvilAU where Claire and Silver never found each other and went through their villain arcs

Silver is a very powerful bloodhunter obsessed with hunting down all fiends—and Claire is a very powerful Enchantress…who’s a fiend

This is one of their earlier meetings, when Silver isn’t busy killing Claire, she is teasing him (because he’s so easy to rile up!)

Silver, unfortunately, is immune to charm (the most potent of her magics), but for some reason he can’t quite shake her from her mind. Witch, he calls her

[dndportraits]

An Enemies to Lovers AU of Claire Lune and Silver Thorne where they never meet during the campaign and both had their villain arcs.

Many years after the events of the campaign, Silver (Shifter Lycan Bloodhunter/Paladin) is blinded by rage and prejudice against fiends and is obsessed with hunting them all. Claire is a very powerful Archmage Enchantress who is an alu-fiend (a child of a succubi).

This art is one of their earlier meetings, where Silver would constantly kill Claire upon meeting her. Unfortunately for him, archmages don’t die so easily (due to the fact she has many clones), which frustrates him a lot. But even more frustrating, he is drawn to her and she is quite alluring. Claire, on the other hand, is just very amused by all this and just taunts him because he’s easy to rile up