#oc: korin

[volno]

Warlock familiar shenanigans. Bonus:

[deeranddragons]

Early in the war, the 479th is still trying to get a measure of their often-absent jedi general. When told the jedi would be accompanying them on their next mission, Midnight tries to find a way to successfully skirt regulations with his long hair. Unfortunately, Kamino didn't rate hair care very high on their list of things clones should know. And the peanut gallery doesn't help…

Had this languishing in my drafts for a year, decided to add a little spitshine and send it out into the world. ft clone oc shenanigans and Midnight learning how to want things

[chaossmith2]

The Zeus family

[naurtos]

mods are asleep post artwork from oc x canon fanfic

[wookieejamcrew]

idk if you’re looking for prompt requests from that last post so ignore this if not, but if you are: “ Cut loose, have fun! ”

(if you’re looking for characters also, Ros? if not then also ignore this kajdjajjsjsk)

thank u so so much for giving me the opportunity to write about my girl!!! hope u don't mind some inquisitor!ros ;) oh and would u look at that seventh's here too

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“Sister dearest.”

Ros’s scrutinizing eyes darted to the source of her shrill trilling—to her Sister dearest. Ros's focus fell back onto their conquest, neatly roped and panting heavily through his gag. Ros watched the devaronian’s chest barrel and collapse with each strained respiration. She licked her lips, and the Seventh Sister chuckled coldly.

The Seventh Sister made a loud click with her tongue on the roof of her mouth as she mimed a box being checked off. “That’s what we in the Inquisitorius call a mission efficiently accomplished,” her tone was sardonic. “Fine work, cadet. I’ll be sure to report to the Grand Inquisitor what a well-behaved mutt he's found. How adequately you follow orders."

Ros flushed, but it was the Jedi informant’s desperate attempts to free himself in the absence of her undivided attention that really got her going. He managed to spark some friction between the manacles on his wrists. He was searching for some fatal flaw. Ros tilted her head at his concerted efforts, much like her pet-namesake. 

“Need help?” she delicately asked the man. He ignored her. Despite her being the one to corner him, capture him, to bind and gag him, he refused to see her as a threat. What he saw was a little girl who got lucky. Ros was already twenty, though few believed it. The Grand Inquisitor warned her that the Force might change that part of her—the fullness of her cheeks, that glow of youth, but she noticed no pallor skin nor periocular sallowing since her graduation from Arkanis two years ago. If anything, she felt preserved like in ice, unchanged and frozen in that cage of adolescence. 

Ros squatted lower, leaning into her prey, so it felt more intimate when she breathed out, “Sir, I asked if you need my help.” 

The man tried to butt his horned-head against her chin, but she flinched, falling onto her backside. There was that delight again, her Sister’s cruelty the symphony to her failed attempt at intimidation. Ros felt that swell of kinetic energy, the Force, beg for release. 

Not a second wasted, the Seventh Sister grasped Ros in her taloned fist and hoisted her up. She said, as intimately as Ros’ endeavored to, “Cut loose,” her exhalation hot against the shell of her ear, “have fun.”

“We have to bring him in alive,” Ros whispered back. 

“And we will. Because you were given an order, and you, well, you are so good at taking orders. Cut. Him. Loose, Sister.”

Ros chewed her lip until she tasted the tang of herself. She ignited her lightsaber. The Seventh Sister rolled the man face-first into the pavement, then held him still by pressing her boot between his shoulder blades. 

“Careful,” the Seventh Sister warned them both, “she’s new to this.”

Ros tongued the front of her teeth, staining them pink. She recalled the Grand Inquisitor’s instruction on precision: discipline your active mind, eliminate your distractions. She eyed the Seventh Sister with hostility, angled her red blade so its tip faced her, then sliced downwards at the binding of his waiting wrists. And the man, so pumped full of adrenaline, easily pushed the Seventh Sister off him. In the ecstasy of his escape, he had forgotten that his legs were still tied, and he flopped uselessly back onto the ground. Predictably, this thrilled the Seventh Sister, who looked at Ros in sadistic fellowship: It’s what the arrogant bastard deserves, her smile said. Worse, Ros’s tentatively said back. She felt herself perspire, cold pendants of sweat rolled down her spine like an icicle losing its integrity to the heat of a bright star. The man squirmed beneath her.

[korinnn]

Another sketch that I made earlier. This time I made Tom + Susan 👍 and an oc of mine, Korin 👀

[liketheinferno2]

Nym and Korin for @frostbitten-in-hell was testing a line brush. Don't think I like it more than my usual one but fun to use

[sluggybunny]

korin's animal motif is a crow because he's a little guy that picks up scraps and lives in the city. and he's very very smart but uses his intelligence to get free food and to pull pranks.

but he is also a major nuisance to people without trying. he has an ability where if he makes eye contact with someone, he sees sudden flashbacks or glimpses into that person's mind or past. it often reveals very dark secrets. It makes him a huge liability and everyone wants him dead.

but no matter what people do... he just survives? it's like extremely good luck but also a lot of bad luck. it's like he's crit failing or nat 20ing all over the place.

also Kalatran tries to dig through his mind with evil magic but he gets overwhelmed bc Korin doesn't take adhd medication

[chicken-tuna-sandwiches]

A lil drawing of Korin, a Saloonatics oc of mine >:) + a doodle of Kai wearing those striped socks. You know the ones.

[eclysia]

pseudoceptors and YOU! A handy guide to stay vigilant for the warning signs of a virus within zeight. stay safe! stay smart!

if you feel symptoms of dizziness, deja vu, shakiness, static of the mind, shut down nerves, memories of dying, or nausea, contact ########

[volno]

I know that everyone comes off the nautoloid with camp clothes already, but I can't stop thinking about gith tav and how much of a pain in the ass it would have been to find clothes that fit, especially when your entire species is built like a stick of beef jerky.

[deeranddragons]

Korin halfway through this

[blue-beerry]

Korine 💖

[shdwtouch]

thinking about my man from afk journey like 🫠 I'm gay

[wookieejamcrew]

Ros Korine, Project Harvester's firstborn and Commandant Hux and the Grand Inquisitor’s eldest adoptee from my fic To Gain the Harbor! Notes/details under the cut ✂️

(also much love and thanks to @ct-hardcase for helping me with the design of her footwear <333 your input is as always invaluable)

Ros was an engineering student at Eriadu Academy before Brendol poached her for Project Harvester. Up until her early-teens, she was training to be a ballerina by her strict stage mother, but there was another path ;)

The "listening needles" on her back are her own engineering invention. They are inspired by the dressmaker pins she used to get poked with as she was fitted for dance outfits.

Like Brendol's Commandant's Cadets, Ros pledges her loyalty to the Grand Inquisitor and is tasked with protecting him. She spies on the other Inquisitors who seek to usurp him. She sticks these listening needles throughout Nur, and they work like GSM bugs/EDIC mini-recording devices. They also double as torture implements so she can extract info more proactively! Super efficient, Ros, good job 👍

(translation: Wookiee Strength Hold) (lol)

Ros uses the same brand of pomade as papa #1, Brendol. He gifts it to her. I have a cute little scene I'm brainstorming for Harbor involving her, the Grand Inquisitor, Brendol, and Imp hair-care. Evil family values~

Ros bandages her hands and feet as she has nervous habits involving her nails. And duh, I wanted to translate some design elements from the labors of ballet craft.

I'm still designing additional pieces for her final look such as her boat cloak (to hide her needles), helmet, and lightsaber so this is still a WIP technically.

Presently my mood board looks like this:

[korinnn]

Made 3 things at Midnight-

Who knew that boredom and tiredness can create wild art 😃 1st and 2nd one are of my ocs(red and orange- Kaleb| blue and green- Korin) 3rd one is the cover of 'Hai Yorokonde' with Korin (Left) and Koro (right) because I was bored 👍