#ofcorpses

[lamortwrites]

motion, roots, change

answering these character design questions

motion: How does your OC move? How does their clothing help or hinder their range of motion? Are they flexible, coordinated, clumsy?

answered here!

roots: Is your OC’s look inspired by any specific style of clothing or fashion trend? What are the roots and/or inspiration for their look?

originally, Labrys' look is inspired by what they think is 'edgy enough' to be a look befitting that of a murder cult leader -- they take a lot of inspiration from traditional bhaalist looks, and they lean very punk in their aesthetic: lots of leather, all black save for the occasional splash of crimson or violet, a lot of metal that doesn't seem to have much point other than just being there (chains, piercings, etc). as they get older and more secure in their position they drop a lot of unnecessary ornamentation/flair and lean more practical. they do keep a handful of piercings, but they tone down any colour in their outfits and won't wear something if it doesn't have A Purpose (and no, being comfortable is not an acceptable purpose).

change: Has your OC ever drastically changed their appearance? Significant haircuts, big tattoos, complete wardrobe swap, etc? Why? How do they feel about the change?

when they first accepted their heritage they worked very hard to try and convince the other bhaalists (and themselves) that they were worthy of their position. they went through a very drastic style change (from a very humble, basic peasant style look as a child/teenager to the look described above as a young adult) and spent a lot of time worrying about whether they were doing it 'right'...until they realised that they didn't have to put quite so much effort in to be convincing, and could just kill anyone who showed them any disrespect.

[rbeljedi]

A CUTE STARTER || @ofcorpses

“Papa,” The young boy sniffled, rubbing at his eye with one fist as he intruded in his father’s workspace; but he knew enough not to walk past the door without being allowed in-- there were droid parts and all sorts of things that the twins weren’t allowed to play with, no matter how fun they looked.  

“Papa, c’n I ...?”  He didn’t quite have the words to say what he wanted, especially not with on the tail end of a melt down.  “C’n I be here?” 

[sonofdathomiir]

#//or if u simply put yoda in a padme costume that too could work

[sorrowmarked-a]

send me a “☁” and i will put my itunes on shuffle, pick my favorite line from the first song that comes up and use it for a starter. || accepting 

“heaven is a place on earth” belinda carlisle // @ofcorpses ( padmé & asajj ventress ) 

“I was afraid before, but I'm not afraid anymore,” she said, the strength in her voice that of a senator, that of a queen, that of a woman who had faced a thousand dangers and come through each of them alive. That of a woman who’s fear had been polished down to something hard, and dangerous. 

It could almost make you believe this woman, this ordinary woman could in fact kill Palpatine like she’d vowed to do. 

[generalkenobii]

ofcorpses replied to your post: Love how Obi-Wan is capable of Force Crush and...

BUT DOES HE EVEN USE IT

HE DOES

[fraternitae]

@ofcorpses  —  safe / tahl

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘  returns with a metallic tang in his mouth.  he’s still trying to catch his breath,  to look away,  but his eyes were drawn so strongly to the black sand and the —  the —  he feels incredibly sick,  blinking against the warm sunlight spilling in from a tall window. 

the archives.  right.  he was in. . .  in the archives.  with master tahl. 

master tahl who is holding him still.  he’s shaking.  the present comes back to him in slow nauseating waves.  the cool stone floor.  the tightness in his throat.  the clammy feeling on his skin.  his chest hurts.  everything kind of hurts,  actually,  muscles sore like he’s been running too fast. 

‹ master, ›  he mumbles,  not entirely sure if he should open his mouth yet.  ‹ i’m. . .  ›

he was going to apologise,  but the vision floods back into his brain and he tenses again,  biting back a horrified shriek.  the man.  the burning man.  and the dark thing  —  obi-wan chokes and sobs,  slapping a hand over his mouth to hide the sound.

[warjournalmoved]

@ofcorpses​    ,    cont’d.

paternity test or not, frank knows it’s true. it’s not just because he can see that same look bill used to get when his head used to go somewhere frank could never follow. it’s not just that. he knows it, and it makes his stomach churn. even in death, bill’s managed to shock him, and he shouldn’t be but he is. all the time he’d spent around his family and frank had never known, never guessed, and now it’s just the two of them after it all. something about the sins of the father comes to mind, and he can’t help but feel some sort of obligation. he leans against his chair, watching henry eat his sandwich, and he sets a can of coca-cola before him to go along with it as a half-thought. ‘ no. i believe you. but you’re, what, sixteen?  why come here on your own?  you don’t got any other family, anywhere else?  why me, of anyone else in the world?  that’s what i’m not understandin’ here, henry. help me paint that picture. ’

[devilsdare-arc]

@ofcorpses​ (foggy nelson)​ | starter call.

“We don't live in a world that's fair. We live in this one.”