#oc thorn

[corpocookie]

theres no god where youre going.

[camsuki]

god I have been chipping away at this drawing since december and it's finally done adfklahjf (atleast it's 'done' if I can finally stop fiddling with it and changing things hopefully posting it will fix that aaa)

[kohnnor]

The confession. (My V & Thorn, my nomad OC)

[partywithoutsmiling]

You know I always imagine Thorn having jack Black's voice

LOL Yes, that would be funny XD And I can easily imagine him with his voice

(Peaches, anyone? Pff)

[azuresquirrel]

BEAR WIZARD!!! PLEASE TELL ME ALL ABOUT BEAR WIZARD 🐻🔮

FUCK YES MY BEARBO.

So we've only had one meeting for character creation for this campaign, and we'll meet up again in November. It's a short spinoff campaign set in a magical interdimensional travelling circus. Our DM is way more focused on creativity and fun rather than following the exact game mechanics so gave us free reign with our characters and backstory. To wit, this is early on and I look forward to learning more about Thorn as I play.

SO, MY BEARBO THORN.

-Thorn was born not as a bear, but as a human.

-Growing up in their village wasn't the best time, and combined with a natural interest in magic, led to them at a young age seeking to learn as much as they can to get out of their crummy little home.

-So young Thorn set about learning about magic from whatever piecemeal places they could and became especially proficient at fortune telling and mild future sight - thus WIZARD CLASS.

-They then learned about said circus and that there were beings that came to the circus that could grant you a wish in exchange for an offering.

-The circus came to their plain of reality at age 13, so Thorn went, sought out a tiny magical creature and did not think through their wish to "always have the strength of a bear."

-Thus Thorn was transformed into a bear and shot off, at first joyful thinking they had become a werebear and gloried in their new massive form, when realizing that the change was permanent they returned to the circus seeking the being who cursed them, but by the time the circus shifted dimensions, it was clear that creature was no longer there.

-Armed only with a piece of clothing left by the creature (a pixie or fairy from its size), Thorn decides the only thing to do is to offer themselves up for work at the circus to continue travelling with them in hopes that the being will return and will fix the wish.

-Unfortunately, the circus travels on an 8-YEAR-CYCLE.

-So we are starting 16 years later, with Thorn age 29 and having lived as a bear all this time. They work as a fortune teller. They offered to the circus management that they can just be paid a salary of food while stashing away tips from guests for when they regain their ability to become human again.

-Thorn is now a very bitter and jaded bear-person, what with 16 years at Job. What really grinds their gears is people assuming they are a trained performing dancing bear. They wear a purple cloak to try to dissuade people from this assumption (and there aren't a lot of clothes bears can easily change in and out of). This is not successful.

So yeah there is still plenty that Thorn has not yet revealed to me in play that I shall learn!

[emeraldforestocs]

Basic Profile

Name: Hawthorn “Thorn” the Squirrel

Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog

Gender/Pronouns: Male - he/him

Age: 14

Hobbies: gambling, graffiti, generally causing trouble

Personality: cruel, loud, demeaning, aggressive, jealous, stubborn, controlling, possessive

Other: Hazel’s twin brother

Reference from Sonic Forces used for the pose

Drawn by hand, scanned and digitally coloured in GIMPshop

[marineduo]

Here's a very small doodle I did of Heat and Thorn for the v begining of my fic, when they first join the crew.

[spiralxshock]

Day 7: Support

When her Captain and first mate drag themselves back from having disappeared for weeks, Thorn has some mending to do. 

Thorn barely recognized Killer when he finally returned to the ship, trailing behind their Captain. They were a sight for sore eyes, but even she could feel the tension in the air as they came aboard. Nobody spoke aside from Crow, who all but dragged their captain away to look him over. But once they were gone all eyes rested on Killer. He didn’t look like the same person. Face exposed to the world and grinning wildly, shoulders shaking with barely contained laughter. From her position outside the kitchen, she could see the glances the crew were giving each other. Everyone was worried, but nobody knew what to say. They didn’t stop him as he came towards her, the safety of the kitchen the next best thing after the room he shared with Kid- a room likely occupied as Crow made sure the captain wasn’t actually as rough as he looked. 

Thorn held the door for Killer, shooting a glance to the rest of the crew before closing the door behind them. She was silent as she put some water on, preemptively pulling out a mug.

“Go ahead, I know you want to say something.” Killer’s voice was breathless and strained, edged with laughter. Despite his words, despite how much he’d always hated his face and laugh, she knew the statement wasn’t baiting her. Whatever they had done to him couldn’t hide just how defeated he sounded.

“Are you… going to be ok?” She asked, turning to him from her place by the stove. As much as she tried to keep her expression neutral, she couldn’t help how her brow furrowed in concern.

“Fafafa, I don’t know.” Tears filled his eyes as he dissolved into pained laughter. She swallowed the lump in her throat. What had they done to him when they had separated?

“Some of the others are outside. I think they could help.”

“Fafafa, You- fafa, you think they could help?” His laughter grew more frantic, more pained, as he struggled to speak. “Fafafafa! You saw how they looked at me!”

“I did. And it’s a look I’m familiar with. Wanting to help, but not knowing how. I see it a lot.” She fell silent, the room filled only with the other’s frantic laughter. It was only when it had mostly subsided that she spoke again. “Killer. Do you trust me?”

“I do.”

“Well, I’ll vouch for the others. They’re not going to laugh at you. With you, maybe, but not at you.”

Her friend took a shaky breath.

“Fine.”

Thorn nodded, standing and making her way to the door. She could feel the others outside, uncomfortable and unsure of whether or not to knock. They wouldn’t have to worry much longer. She opened the door, smiling as the group looked down at her.

“C’mon. Hope you brought a change of clothes for him.”

“That and more.” Heat responded, still hesitating. “Are you sure he’s fine with us seeing him?”

“Yeah, just... don’t do anything to piss him off. It’s my neck on the line this time.” She turned away and walked back into the kitchen. “Last one in closes the door.”

As the small group surrounded Killer, it was impossible to miss his look of surprise.

“Couldn’t grab your mask before Crow kicked us out, but we’ve got something for you to change into.”

“Shit, Killer, you’re hair’s a mess.”

“I got more bandages. You’re starting to bleed through yours.”

Thorn watched from her place by the counter as hands pulled gently at Killer. Heat had pulled his hair out of the high ponytail and was brushing it out as Wire worked on redressing his wounds. Someone else had already spirited his cape away, likely to put it with the rest of their treasure. If nothing else it’d be worth selling once they got away from the island.

Soon enough he was looking like his old self again, aside from his lack of mask and the blanket draped over his shoulders. Even his laughter had died down by the time she started passing out tea to everyone in the room. She wasn’t sure how long that would last, though. His smile had turned genuine as everyone began filling him in on what happened since he had been gone.

“Thorn did a full transformation not long after you left. It looks so stupid- Thorn, show him!” One of them said, grinning wildly. She responded with an exaggerated pout.

“Hey now, it’s not stupid. Absolutely ridiculous maybe, you could even say it’s adorable. But not stupid!” Thorn’s voice dripped with mock drama, prompting laughter from the whole group.

That was all the go-ahead she needed, and let herself shift into her Axolotl form. She’d seen herself in the mirror. The devil fruit made her a funny little creature, and that was just a fact. Killer was crying again, laughter breathless and wild and genuine. Everyone else was laughing too. She waddled about for a bit, Zoan form ironically not one meant for land movement, before turning back into a human once more.

“I can regenerate too, so if you ever need a hand I’ve got plenty.”

The night dragged on, tone staying pretty much the same. Stories shared and jokes told, laughs indistinguishable from each other as they filled the air. Eventually the gathering moved into the dining hall, wide doors open as more blankets were brought in. The moon was high in the sky by the time the ship had fallen silent, everyone having fallen asleep in a heap on the floor of the dining hall. Thorn was left alone in the kitchen, cleaning up before she inevitably joined the pile.

She didn’t look back when the door outside swung open. There was no need to.

“Captain.”

“Where’s Killer?”

“Well hello to you too.” She glanced over her shoulder. He was looking better, but still tired. In his hand he held Killer’s mask. “You can just put that on the table. No use giving it to him now.”

“Why the hell not?”

“Everyone’s passed out in the dining hall. He can get it in the morning.”

“You’re joking.”

“Go look for yourself.”

She turned back to the last of the dishes as he wandered over to the door, taking in the scene before returning and setting the mask on the table.

“Everyone took it well?” His voice was low. Dangerous.

“As well as they could, seeing him come back like that. But I think it helped everyone. Everyone made the situation easier for Killer, and talking to him kept them from worrying about you.”

Thorn felt him relax behind her.

“Are you ok, Captain?”

“I will be once Kaido’s dead.”

“Guess that means we’re staying a bit longer?”

Turning the faucet off, she dried her hands and moved over to the door leading into the dining hall.

“Might as well rest while we can. You coming?”

“Yeah.” It was more a grumble than anything. She supposed he realized it would be the only way to sleep next to Killer tonight. If he wanted to avoid waking everyone up, at least.

“Captain?”

“Hm?”

“What happened to him? Nobody asked. Figured it wasn’t a good time. But… he probably told you, right?”

He came to stand beside her, hand in a fist and knuckles white.

“It was one of those damn SMILE fruits we heard about. He… We can’t do anything for him.”

“Sure we can.” Thorn grinned up at her captain, elbowing him gently. “If he can’t stop smiling, we’ll just have to start.”

He elbowed her back. They picked their way through the crew together, finding where Killer was laying. His smile had faded to a soft grin, breathing even hair wild. Kid settled in beside him, pulling him close. Thorn stayed on his other side, squeezing herself between Killer and Heat. It was nice, having everyone back together. They could deal with whatever happened next in the morning.