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30 DAY MARVEL DC DRAWING CHALLENGE

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

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Corinthian by zelu

Magic Monday

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"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."

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"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?"

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"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?"

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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.

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The Sandman Movie Concept Art - Jill Thompson

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The Sandman Movie Concept Art - Jill Thompson

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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."

A London Nightmare-Closed RP

“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.

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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.

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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?"

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…

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"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.

Never Ending Nightmare (The Bride and The Corinthian)

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The Sandman: Overture Will Kick Off Vertigo's Push To Redefine Industry Standards Of Fiction

Fans have only just glimpsed new promo art for The Sandman: Overture, the highly anticipated series from Neil Gaiman and J.H. Williams III. But that’s not all: the Sandman prequel’s debut in October will kick off a wave of new series from Vertigo in an effort to rebuild the DC Comics imprint. 

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"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?"

"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?"

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Anton Stankowski (1906-1998)

 Simultaneous Enlargement, USA, 1937