a penchant for eyes

A nightmare created by Dream of the Endless to reflect the darkness of humanity, the Corinthian escaped the Dreaming when his master was imprisoned on Earth. He's spent the years since traveling the world and meeting fascinating people, then killing them in many elaborate fashions. [RP blog for the Corinthian from Neil Gaiman's Sandman comics. Open to any and all asks, RPs and fandoms. Nightmares are universal, after all.] [Mun status: semi-hiatus]

[irkens]

[anightmareinwhite-blog]

we have such high hopes for our creations.

[sailoreureka-deactivated2014111]

30 DAY MARVEL DC DRAWING CHALLENGE

Day 6-draw your favorite male dc villain - The Corinthian

[thehappysorceress]

Corinthian by zelu

Magic Monday

[anightmareinwhite-blog]

+chiyonosake-sama

"Wade Wilson. I remember you. Been a while, hasn’t it?" The Corinthian smiled. “What brings you so far south - work, or are you looking for fun?"

[chiyonoarchives]

"Hey, bud. I don’t remember you, but hey, I don’t remember a lot of things." He narrowed his eyes behind his mask. "…. Ted? No… Thomas? Hmm…"

[anightmareinwhite-blog]

"Keep guessing, I'm sure you'll get it eventually." He gave the mercenary a look-over. "Doesn't surprise me that you don't remember. It's been years since we last saw each other. I miss your dreams; they were always so..." He paused to think of the perfect word. "Delinquent."

[anightmareinwhite-blog]

+chiyonosake-sama

"Wade Wilson. I remember you. Been a while, hasn't it?" The Corinthian smiled. "What brings you so far south - work, or are you looking for fun?"

[anightmareinwhite-blog]

Headcanon: Southern Comfort

The Corinthian loves the Deep South, so much so that he still speaks with a Southern accent decades after he arrived. When he first came to the United States, Georgia was one of the first places he went; he caused so much trouble that certain areas of the state remember and are having nightmares about it to this day.

He's traveled the entire country but keeps coming back to the South. It's currently his main area of operations and he doesn't see it changing any time soon.

[holamarciano]

The Sandman Movie Concept Art - Jill Thompson

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[holamarciano]

The Sandman Movie Concept Art - Jill Thompson

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[shireescarlet]

[gothiccharmschool]

These images are just … creepy and elegant in all the right ways. 

[angelictwinsofcrime-deactivated]

A London Nightmare-Closed RP

[angelictwinsofcrime-deactivated]

“No.” She replied quickly. “No, I’m fine.” This feeling of unease, she couldn’t shake it. And it only got worse with the appearance of this man. “Thanks for asking though.” Her eyes darted to the streets and sidewalks around them, alone…of course. “I’m just…on my way to work.” She said with a slight smile. “Boss needs me for something important. So, if you’ll excuse me…” She moved to walk past him, every fiber of her being on edge.

[anightmareinwhite-blog]

Her nervousness intrigued him. Usually they didn't start worrying until they'd been tied up, shoved in his car or dropped in a bathtub in a sleazy motel room, and it only got better when they saw his eyes. She was a woman, though, and would of course react differently than any of his boys would. He decided to follow her, see what she was doing - maybe she'd lead him to some...entertainment.

She tried to move past him, but he kept pace with her. "To work? Isn't it a little late? Must be a pretty good job if you go in at this time of night."

[anightmareinwhite-blog]

Headcanon: Drive My Car

The Corinthian drives a bright red Buick Electra from 1961, much like the one pictured here. He obtained it, likely by less than legitimate means, the year it came out and has treated it exceptionally well since then. He's meticulous and precise when it comes to taking care of this car, and has gotten quite attached to it over the years.

[angelictwinsofcrime-deactivated]

A London Nightmare-Closed RP

Mal pulled out her phone as she got the text. Jim needed her on the other side of London…and a taxi was out of the question because she could be tracked. “Dammit Jim.” She sighed as she pulled on her coat and walked into the chilly midnight air. “You and your damn paranoia will be the death of me.” She walked down the streets, leisurely, enjoying the night. It wasn’t long before the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She shook of the feeling of being watched, but walked a little faster. Risking a glance behind her, she ran right into a man. “Oh! I’m so sorry sir.” She looked at the stranger while she waited for her heart to resume its normal beat. …Strange. He was wearing sunglasses at night time…

[anightmareinwhite-blog]

It had been years since the Corinthian had been to London. After he'd walked into the waking world, he made his way over to the United States and hadn't looked back since. Truth be told, the British bored him; he hadn't met one yet that he found even remotely interesting, not even in nightmares. They were refined, formal rule followers. He hated rule-followers. One thing he did enjoy was nighttime in the city. London was full of the type he looked for: desperate, lonely, willing to do any--

A young woman suddenly ran into him, interrupting his train of thought. He smiled as she apologized. "It's fine, there's no harm done." She was very small, and she spoke with a slight Irish accent. He noticed she was staring at him. The glasses, most likely. "Are you all right? Do you need something?"

[ivekilledbill]

Never Ending Nightmare (The Bride and The Corinthian)

[ivekilledbill]

His anger at her request did nothing more than annoy her. Nothing more, until he started explaining himself in a round about way. Calling himself a ‘nightmare’ as if he was more than just that metaphorically. And she could believe it, too. Given his maniacal laughter that eerily sounded as if it was coming from more than one source.

The annoyance she felt suddenly turned to anger. If this really was his element and he really was some sort of nightmare, wouldn’t the world be better off without this boogeyman? Did she really want to risk allowing him to make her dream worse? It already was to the point of being unbearable. Her response to threats wasn’t to be submissive. Quite the contrary.

Her eyes followed his gaze, to view the bride laying on the floor. Herself. Blood still oozing out of her skull, darkening the floor around her head. Like some sort of morbid halo. No. There was no way she would allow him to alter this dream and make it more horrifying than it was already.

The woman stood up, feeling as though she were walking through water instead of walking down the aisle. Her hands tremulously moved at her sides. Unbeknownst to the other Vipers, Pai Mei had taught her the Five Point Palm Exploding Heart Technique. It was really the only weapon she needed. With fire lighting her pale blue eyes and nostrils flaring from rage, she approached him.

Coming face to face with the sadist, she suddenly stopped. What if killing him wasn’t a good idea? (If killing such a being was even possible.) What if she could use him to her advantage? Those that had wronged her. They needed to fear her. Be good and scared of her. She needed to become a nightmare herself. To give them what was owed. A laugh escaped her as she realized that she needed him. But how would she go about getting him to mentor her? How would she talk him into haunting the dreams of her enemies? Her excited voice became a low whisper. “If you think this if fun, maybe you could haunt a few people for me. Maybe it would even teach them a lesson. Doesn’t matter, though. It’s too late for them. I’m going to kill them all. No matter how much regret they show me." Her lips trembled in anger, thinking of just how much the rest of the Vipers needed to die. Horrible. Painful. Deaths.

[anightmareinwhite-blog]

"I'm not a ghost - I don't haunt people," he scoffed. "And I don't take orders from mortals." He didn't look at her as she approached, keeping his eyes on the bride's body on the floor. No mortal he'd ever met had been so arrogant to think he'd do their bidding. In dreams they would cower and hide, or they'd try to drive him off, only to realize they couldn't do anything but watch in terror. In the waking world they'd beg him to stop, leave them alone, let them go free. They'd try to bargain, offering favors and money. But they were just as powerless as in their dreams.

This woman was the only one who had done nothing of the sort. She'd stood up to him, doing her best to intimidate him. She was brusque, cold - and she had a vicious streak in her that piqued his interest.

He knelt by the bride's body, taking a small knife out of his jacket pocket. "But maybe we can make a deal. You see, I'm not exactly supposed to be here right now. I've been doing a lot lately I'm not supposed to do. You don't want details." With a quick move of his hand, he stabbed the knife into one of the bride's bright blue eyes and expertly cut it out of its socket. "And right now, my...boss, we'll say, probably isn't too happy with me. I'd like to avoid a confrontation."

The Corinthian held up the eye, still impaled on the knife, and examined it. "As for you, you've clearly got some issues to work out for yourself. Lucky for you you're more interesting than the vast majority of mortals I meet." He let out another short laugh, once again echoed by two more voices. "I won't do your work for you, but I can help. Just let me stay here - your dreams, that is - for a bit, and I'll teach you everything I know. What do you say?" He looked up at her, another wide, sharp-toothed smile spreading across his face.

[creepydelusions]

[comicscrux]

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[anightmareinwhite-blog]

"Of course I remember you, Loki. Your eyes were remarkable." He smiled, reaching into his pocket for his knife. “You’ve got them back now, I see. Where have you been hiding these past few years?"

[lokithesly]

"Of course I got them back, Corinthian. I traded for the eyes of a dead man." Loki shrugged his shoulders. “Not the best, but they will do. ‘Tis a shame that you ate my old ones." He noticed that he was reaching for his knife…The god had to be extra careful. He remembered that the Corinthian was very strong. “I have a replacement Loki down there in that pit with the wife. I escaped the Dreaming, and that’s all I’m telling you."

[anightmareinwhite-blog]

"I'm sure Odin would be delighted to hear that." A smile began to creep across the Corinthian's face. "Perhaps he should be informed of your whereabouts. What brings you to the waking world? Looking for more children to kidnap?"

[les-sources-du-nil]

Anton Stankowski (1906-1998)

 Simultaneous Enlargement, USA, 1937