#oc: korin

[volno]

Warlock familiar shenanigans. Bonus:

[deeranddragons]

birthday gift for @palaeorange of pride and prejudice au korin/doubles but with the attitude of canon korin/doubles bc i got lost in the sauce of sinister korin

[chaossmith2]

Late to their own wedding reception, how rude.

[puiwp]

Ask chatGPT with my oc/ fv characters in AFKjourney is pretty as....?

saw this trend on TT and I wanted to Join it too.😔

[korinnn]

🎄Korin and Tord didn't have anyone to celebrate Christmas with, so they went to an anime con together

The two never spoke this day after 🫡

[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.

[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.

[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]

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

[puiwp]

I LOVE THIS FUCKKING NEW UPDATE

HELLL YEAHHHHHH🗣️🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

[korinnn]

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

[naurtos]

this went through so many edits and doesn't make sense without context but chapter 9 illustration for my [shudders] oc x canon fic....