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taffetastrology · 1 year
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The signs as Just A Corpse dancewear
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tomazsantl · 1 year
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Valerija Kelava/ Just A Corpse/ 2020
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9uatre · 1 year
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Just A Corpse第二便、入荷いたしました!
今回はTシャツ、スカートが主に入荷となっております。
ご予約くださっておられました皆様へは既に発送完了となっております。
その他ご予約分、当ブティックストック分など全てのアイテムが未だ入荷とはなっておらず、お待たせしており誠に申し訳ございません。
昨今の世界情勢によりかなりの遅延となっております。
何卒ご理解のほどよろしくお願い申し上げます。
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まるでバターのようにとろける・・とはデザイナーのこの生地への表現。
滑らかで上質な素材を求めたどり着いたボタニカルテンセル。
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自然染色家のBrinas Studioの協力を得て花や果物、根っこ、木を使って手染めを施すといった工程・・
想像するだけでもそれは多大な労力を要するはず・・
生地だけでなく染める工程までもエコを貫くという強固な取り組みが、この優しさ溢れるTシャツに込められています。
よく見ると虫たちがちょこんと^^
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こういうさりげないフィニッシングタッチが、ニクイ!
各色お揃いカラーのカシミアレッグウォーマーも第一便にて入荷済み。
ぜひトータルルックで😉
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極上のフレンチチュールで出来た軽やかでエレガントなバレエスカート。(ロング、ショートとございます)
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レギンスやスキニーデニムなどとのレイヤーコーデを楽しみつつ、普段の装いに取り入れワンランク上の着こなしにもぜひ。
デリケートで美しい花の刺繍を施し、さらに水玉チュールを重ね奥行きのある仕上がりに・・。
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JACが採用するスクエアカットのスカートは、この独自のデザインにより裁断の際の廃棄物が出ません。
美しく貴重な生地だからこそ、全てをアイテムにしたい。
そして無駄を出さない。
これぞまさに現代的で一歩先行くバレエスカートの提案。
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☞ Just A Corpseはコチラから
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faeriekit · 4 months
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"Okay." Danny slowly laid the already cold body back onto the table, ready to slide back it into the refuge of cold storage. "Okay. Dead guy. Stay there."
The body didn't move.
"Fantastic. Now. Hang out while I pour the embalming fluid into the pump, alright? It should only be a minute."
And it usually did; working in a funeral home wasn't extremely glamorous, but it paid the bills, and Danny had already been used to the rhyme and rhythm of negotiating death with the public by the time he sent in his mortuary school application. It had been a transition that made sense. And in the end, the degree had only cost him a few extra years post-graduation and a little dig into student loans, and now Danny had a stable 12-8 job and health insurance valid in the state of new jersey.
Today, though, the pump had that decided enough was enough. With a bang and a boom, the pump spat out a cloud of smoke and clunked uncomfortably.
The dead body sat up.
Danny scrambled over to push it back down. "No. We talked about this. Dead people don't move. If you want to stay here and have me put you back together all the time, you have to stay put. Got it?"
Whatever the weird gold-eye corpses were on in Gotham, they at least listened to him on occasion. They weren't ghosts, per se— they never pinged on any of the ghost detection devices Mom and Dad had packed in his going-away-to-college bag— but they were, despite being occasionally animate, perfectly deceased.
Weird. Danny had never gotten used to it. Still, they came in droves, too eager to sit on the top of the basement stairwell and lurk in the corners and stare endlessly at them with their weird, avian eyes, and sometimes they heralded the arrival similarly weird-ass bodies that had lost their heads or their arms or their limbs through the more conventional channels.
"I'm losing too much thread to all y'all coming in all the time," Danny complained to the dead body, who, at the moment, was the only person present to blame. "Stop getting your limbs cut off. This stuff is expensive, you know. It's a specialty order."
The body didn't even have the courtesy to blink. Rude.
"At least let them bury you this time. Every time one of you darts off when my back's turned, my boss thinks I'm stealing corpses. My coworkers think I'm building my own Frankenstein or something."
The corpse neither verbalized nor blinked, but Danny hadn't expected it to; with a sigh, he rolled the corpse back into cold storage, locked its little door (not that locking it in had ever stopped it) and called it quits for the night.
It's not like anyone was paying him for the extra hours anyway.
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wu-does-art · 2 months
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coming out as a "Will snores obnoxiously loud" and "Nico breaths so quietly you can barely tell hes alive" truther
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jdotthom · 3 months
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Men when they marry a corpse
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Women when they marry a corpse
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That's the wrong FNAF Mike, Vanny
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sketchquill · 11 months
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Wally Darling as the Corpse Bride or in this case Corpse Puppet!
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toothwormfactory · 2 months
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we finally did it guys. we made yuri in ice
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They just. Never explained Hooty’s deal, huh.
He’s the Owl and the House of the Owl House. He has a pair of Baba Yaga hut legs. He can detach himself and fit in a backpack. The series finale revealed that God has a Hooty in their eye. His first word was hoot. His second word was hoot hoot. I know nothing else about him.
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lesbianshepard · 7 months
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Senator Feinstein's team have announced that, regardless of her passing, it will not impact her job performance and she will not be stepping down.
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tomazsantl · 8 months
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JAC CATWALK/ Ljubljana 2023
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9uatre · 1 year
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くるみ割り人形の楽しい場面をシェア!
動画はボストンバレエの「THE NUTCRACKER」のおもちゃたちの踊りの場面。
バレエ団によって様々な演出がされたりしますが、
どこのを観ても楽しくワクワク、童心に返ります😉
特にボストンバレエの熊さん🧸が出て来ると、毎度テンションが上がります😅
動画では2分過ぎたあたりから登場しますよ。
この熊さん、やはり人気者のようで、クリスマスシーズンのプロモーションには必ずナビゲーターとしてSNSなどにも登場!
今年も早速ボストンバレエのインスタグラムでチケット購入の様子がアップされていました😉
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クリスマスシーズンだけでは足らずか、その他のシーズンや、屋外に飛び出して色んなボランティアなどもしている様子をSNSで見かけます。
いつかこの熊さんの舞台をボストンで観たい!!
熊さんと言えば・・🐻
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Just A Corpseの「DANCING MARTEN」
イラストレーターのHana Stupicaさんがイラストを手がけており、スペシャルコラボコレクションでの展開。
ご予約もたくさんいただいておりとっても人気でした!
当ブティック用のストックとしても発注をたくさんしておりましたが、そろそろ完売間近です!
どこにもないメルヘンがここに・・🍃🌳🍃
柄違いの羊さん「READING LAMB」もいらっしゃいます🐑
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可愛いだけでなく、着心地も最上級〜!!と皆様からのフィードバックをたくさん頂戴しております☺️
どちらも残りわずか!
お見逃しなく・・🍒
☞ Just A Corpse
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taxinealkaloids · 1 year
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girls will literally turn their parents’ corpses into meat puppets to prevent the House of their birthright from being annexed by other powers 
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faeriekit · 4 months
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#i'm very pro danny accidentally adopts a whole bunch of talons previous installments
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The next day, the body was back.
The green was gone from its eyes, but the awareness wasn't; it spent about an hour watching people go around outside Danny's apartment, which was new behavior. None of the corpses that shadowed him had shown any interest in garden-variety humans before. Now it sat at the window and watched families come home from school or head to their afternoon shifts.
That went into Danny's notes.
After that hour, it taught itself to flush the toilet repeatedly, rearranged the contents of Danny's half-assed linen closet (again) and then stood hovering over the safe where Danny had stashed the ectoplasm.
"...Okay," said Danny.
The dead body croaked. It was a new sound, but there was no context for it. Danny just kind of...wrote it down and hoped for the best.
The day after, Danny woke up at a very reasonable ten forty eight in the morning to find stray corpses feeding each other spoonfuls of ectoplasm in the kitchen.
At that point he kind of had to throw out the notes on how much each one was dosed with, because what the fuck.
"Really?!" Danny shouted, spooking the bodies into fleeing behind chairs and doors and back into his closet again. The only one that didn't flee was Danny's ringmaster corpse of the hour, of course. "You really couldn't wait??"
It stuck out a withered black tongue out at the mortician, who was, really, the victim in all of this. A victim to his parents' whims and a victim to the dead people who followed him around all the time.
This was how Danny found out that, when it doubt, the corpses could just tear through solid steel if they were motivated enough. The finger-marks were so deep and so embedded that they actually looked more like rough claws in the metal.
Great.
Danny ordered a new locking cage for the fridge on Prime and darted off to work. One of his regulars was on the table, though, so Danny just ended up doing what he would have at home— sewing up a gash in its neck and reattaching dead fingers back onto dead stumps.
On the third day, in which four of Danny's frequent fliers had learned from the first how to flush the toilet (and therefore raise the water bill immensely) Danny got a ring from a dark voice he (almost) recognized.
"Is he here?"
Danny squinted, jerking the phone further under his ear as he whipped up some scrambled eggs. The dead girl leaning over his shoulder leaned a little closer to watch the egg froth up. "Is who here? Who is this?"
"This is Batman. Is— the body requisitioned from your facility currently at your place of residence?"
Danny fully let go of the whisk. It landed haphazardly in the glass bowl he'd been stirring in. "What on Earth is a Batman?" he asked, incredulous.
"I visited your workplace previously."
Oh! "Yeah, the cop's friend. I remember now." Danny pulled the whisk out of the liquid eggs and held it out to the body. The unusually animate cadaver mostly prodded the whisk wires and paid no attention to him. "No one's here but me, though. Not that it's your business...?"
"And there are no non-living bodies currently in your apartment?"
Danny ignored the flushing noise in the other room. "I don't know, dude. They practically live in the walls at this point. Don't come over unless you have a warrant."
The call ended with a click.
His omelette turned out amazing, by the way. In case you were wondering.
On the fourth day, the ectoplasm was gone, because the corpses had apparently all taught each other how to lockpick the container in the fridge.
"Okay, some of that was meant to be my dinner. No more lotion at the funeral home now, okay? Now you all can be ashy forever. I'm so serious," Danny complained to the only visible dead person in the room.
The dead person held up a cracked egg. It was probably a gesture of peace, but now there was egg on his vinyl flooring to deal with. And. It wasn't exactly all that comforting in the end.
On the fifth day, Danny awoke to the sensation of a hand jamming itself through his neck until it punched into the mattress beneath him.
Fuck.
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lazylittledragon · 2 months
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it’s being normal about dad gale hours again
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