The truth : Justice for inhumane treatment of innocent people

Corby being all worried that Garp wants to hunt down Luffy is hilarious when you know that Garp actually just wants kuck Luffys ass, and bring him back home to join the marine.

hehehe ! in return, what are some fun facts about corby?? 👀👀

Trying to choose only a few from my infinite jar of Corby facts:

They majored in education in school and wanted to be a middle school teacher before their life got much weirder

They bound a ghost to their knife so they just have a ghost knife. Though they gave the ghost knife their own room so they can have privacy. (The ghost's name is Amos :) )

They were dating a cambion, an angel, and a cowboy. Then the universe reset and now they're all separated.

While their associated concept that dominates their existence is Dread and Doom, the demon that possesses them also gives them a proximity to Pride that makes them uhm. Stand up to people they really shouldn't. Like talking back to archangels or trying to imply they don't want to fight a god because they don't want to hurt the god.

Relatedly, they got their eye taken out by Loki.

After failing to prevent the apocalypse the universe reset and they were put into different starting circumstances. In U2 they work in a travelling circus with some old NPCs they wanted to and sometimes failed to save.

They're a stage magician and aren't possessed, but are contractually bound to the fae! They're good at getting entangled, no matter the universe.

Back on my Furby bullshit care of the discord crew!! This time I bring you the Corinthian aka Corby~

But that's not all (/ ☆ A☆)/~~

Beware the EXTRA Cursed™️teef version!

Ah yes, you came through for the 100-octane nightmare fuel! Welcome~(❁´◡`❁)

As thanks for coming through, here's a lil story inspired by the folks on Discord who posited that Cori would absolutely love this lil terror and keep it as a pet!

Dream had been looking for his nightmare for the better part of a day when he finally found him yet again in the Waking. Since his remaking the Corinthian had been far more docile, as far as any nightmare might be anyway, so it came as a shock for his nightmare to have wandered so far again. While he hadn't expressly forbidden his creation from leaving the Dreaming, he was still wary to let the Corinthian wander among the dreamers again...given what had happened with his last incarnation. Still he was willing to hold judgment until he saw just what his nightmare was up to. With a flick of his wrist and a spray of sand, Dream stepped forth from his realm into the Waking, straight into the middle of a bustling lakeside park. The sound of various conversations filled the air alongside the squeals of children splashing in the shallows off the sandy beach beyond the line of picnic tables shaded by oversized patio umbrellas. Casting his eyes about Dream immediately picked out his golden-hued creation...and the youthful form of his nephew, Jed. Ahh, an indulgence in his sweet tooth and a visit, Dream thought. He smiled at the scene and the still unexpectedly caring side of his nightmare on display until he noted the alarmed looks the pair were receiving from the surrounding humans. His small smile faltered as he began picking out snippets of what was said by the people who hastened away from his nightmare and nephew like they were cursed.

"Did you see that?!" "What the fuck is that!?" "I thought those things were creepy enough without all these outrageous mods!" "I'm going to have nightmares for months!! That's straight-up nightmare fuel!?" It was the last whispered comment that urged Dream to cross the intervening space in an instant. That mortals would so plainly perceive one of his creations was not to be bor- However, arriving at the table, the King of Nightmares though he may be, Dream, himself, had to pause as he took in the abomination that sat on the table between his nephew and the Corinthian. Begrudgingly he admitted to none but himself that he would have to take notes as the surrounding dreamers' assessment of the...creature...was not inaccurate. It certainly would not look odd among his creations, though, he had to wonder where this monstrosity came from or what had seen to its creation. His nightmare however barely paused in his consumption of his cone as he acknowledged Dream's sudden appearance. "Finally caught up then? I'd wondered when you'd turn up to call me back, my Lord." The Corinthian smirked up at him between licks of his ice cream. "As you can see, I'm just enjoying a cone with my pal. Isn't that right, Jed?" "Mmmmhm," Jed replied, oblivious to the horror of those around and seemingly unaffected by the creature on the table as he continued to eat his cone with a smile. Dream sighed and, flipping the long tails of his coat out of the way, sat down next to his nightmare. "I am not here to call you back as it were. If you had been up to aught that you should not, I would, however, as Jed is enjoying himself and all is well," Dream paused and looked at the disturbing tri-mouthed creature pointedly, "there is no such need." Tracking Dream's gaze, the Corinthian grinned to the point of splitting his face and though his glasses concealed his eye mouths, Dream knew they were mirrored the same manic delight. "Ah, my pet! It's the cutest thing you've ever seen now isn't it?" The nightmare's eyes would be twinkling with mischief if he had standard-issue eyeballs, but revealed itself in the scrunch of his nose instead. "I can see it's not one of yours given your reaction to it. I'd almost wondered if you'd created it as a gift for me, your favorite. 'Course that'd be too bold for you. Can't be showing favoritism now can you?" Dream decidedly did not squirm at that apt assessment, for the Corinthian was indeed his 'favorite' as such things went. He was without a doubt his masterpiece after all. "Certainly not. Still, I would have you explain where you found this...not nightmare." The Corinthian shrugged and bit into his cone, all the ice cream now gone. "Not much to tell. When I stepped through into the Waking and hopped in a car to go pick up Jed, there it was. Sitting pretty in the passenger seat wearing its seat belt all proper to boot. Given the striking resemblance between us though..." Trailing off, the nightmare licked his fingers free of crumbs and ice cream now that he'd finished his cool treat. "I suppose it could be an aspect of me? Though, you giving me the 'power' of creation seems a stretch." The Nightmare King simply nodded as he held the toothy gaze of the furry creature until it stuck three small, pink tongues out at him in a flash before returning to an eerily vacuous countenance. "Hmmm, it certainly is of you and despite my not directly forming it, it is of me as well." Nightmare licked his lips and turned a hungry smirk upon his Corinthian. "It is ours, my little nightmare." This last practically purred as he traced the blonde's jaw, even as Jed made a gagging sound at the obvious flirting between his uncle and 'uncle' Cori.

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Top 10 most deranged corby moments in mostly chronological order

While fighting a gigantic Cerberus beast they threw themself in front of their teammates and shot a fireball into one of its mouths. Despite being very squishy and fragile.

Tried to talk to the remains of an archdemon Immediately after killing him.

Told a Norse god they "didn't want to fight him" as if they were the threat in the situation.

Insisted it would be safe to look in the ark of the covenant.

Had a hole punched through their stomach by an ally who betrayed them and dropped into a mental space where their internal doom resided and had a very depressing conversation with themself before deciding they weren't going to give up and forcing themself back to consciousness and treating their own wounds. Never told anyone this happened.

Tried to convince a boss enemy to just lie down and die because their team was going to win anyways.

Stayed on fire in a fight so that they could heal an almost-dead teammate instead of putting themself out.

In the same fight, getting afflicted with a rage spell and magic-punching that same teammate so hard they almost killed them.

In a crowded event a bunch of fighting and chaos broke out and they set off a bunch of fireworks above the crowd to try to stun them all into shutting up.

One of their teammates fell down a hole and to help create a way up/down the hole they pulled out a scarf... and another scarf... and another scarf... and another scarf... (It's a magic trick!)

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Beholding of Storm's Ancient Gravy

A regular night in the Rocks. Pub, club, gaff - in that order. The Maple Leaf, Storm then Damo's flat in salubrious Pytchley, knocking naggins of rum down us like we were still in the queue for the junior disco. It was one of those nights - where you get a taste for the golden brown devil, burdening your left shoulder with whispers of self-denial.

Moments lasting forever in ten minutes flat. Before you know it, the dim yellow bulbs are out from above you, you lose a tenner in a black cab in three seconds and then you're getting an earful of Jason Derulo five yards from the speaker. It was a regular night. Good chat with Jenny, Damo and Kris. Old times. New times. Meeting new people, old people. Two quid pints going down like it's Fresher's Week. Invincible. Pushing yourself and others and no-one backing down. Fivers flying out your account left, right and center Hefner-style. It's getting better and better and it won't stop there.

Music fills your body, your arms, your soul. You don't even like the tunes but it's the same every week but so what? Nothing stands in your path. Three hours and four of the same Vengaboys tracks later, after timing your ventures to the cubicle well to avoid the jumpered badgers with baggies of Trebor, your luck would soon run out. You come face-to-face with Five Foot Fergal with his forearms in his pockets. He was in the middle of smashing the sink off the wall with a football sock full of table tennis balls when you walked in on him. It was a regular night no longer.

He asks what you're doing here and you go "Nothin', mate" but then Five Foot Fergal goes "Disnae look like nothin', mate" and that's your secret weapon down the kermit. It was your moment to enter the nuclear attack codes from your safety deposit box but every single digit was wrong. Five Foot Fergal stops the ceramic barrage and turns to face you with his sunken blue eyes and clicks his fingers twice. Suddenly the door behind you shuts tightly, vanquishing the Venga Bus once and for all. Instead of dealing his infamous shin-kicking with all five of his steel-capped feetsies, he turns to the cubicle on the far end and pushes the tiled wall inwards.

You've no choice but to follow him in to the unknown abyss, minding your feet on every step on the staircase. Unbeknownst to you, Five Foot Fergal is already fiddling on a rudimentary kitchen counter-top at the foot of the stair well. When he realizes that you've finally caught up with him, he pulls a light switch to reveal sick-green wallpaper, a sink with a tap shaped like a question mark and a black bucket in the corner.

Without a word, Five Foot Fergal reached for the bucket and swept it through the full basin like Ganymede wading his pitcher through the rivers of Dardania. You are presented with the bucket and the inside is of a putrid black and green mix with a spoogey texture like PVA glue. Twinkles of red were dotted around like encrusted gems in a foul mixture. Five Foot Fergal gave the bucket a swirl like a fine glass of Claret so the bogey juice leaked down the side. It was a slow and laboured dripping as though it were manhandled chip shop gravy down a styrofoam cup.

That being said for the look. The smell was something else.

The smell was heavenly, unmatched, unheard of, unsmelled of. It hit your nostrils like a mint tulip candle. Bergamot and fireworks. Barbecue and wine. Opel Fruits and your boyfriend's car. The stench provoked untold flashbacks to infinite peace and happiness at the peak moments of your life. You were happier then. When Nicorella said she'd be with you forever before she pawned your SNES for a teaspoon of White Lightning. You were still in school with no responsibilities. It smelled of staying up to 5am and getting away with it. The mufti days where you got past the bucket without them seeing you. Understanding nothing. Believing in the future you now occupy and not knowing the truth about it. It was everything you could ever want. Life beyond this.

Five Foot Fergal was looking at you with a twinkle in his eye and a saber-toothed grin. You didn't have much time left to accept his offer. Grabbing the bucket with both hands, you necked it.

You did not wake up in Damo's flat. Damo wasn't speaking to you no more. You woke up with a wet arse and a chewed ecto in your pocket, surrounded by trees and people walking their chained boxer-dogs. There's nothing on your phone.

Oh well. It's a shame you couldn't see Jenny off. It was her leaving do. You probably can't come back to the office now. Definitely not your own home. The saving grace is that you didn't get barred anywhere you went so that's something.