#manticores

[inutiliacapra]

ARCH THAT BACK FREAK!!!!! KILL THAT SQUIRREL!!!!

[vonecent]

Manticores!

[trepanning-black-sand]

The rooms in her complex are organ-like and cramped, hazy with a dense human fog of sweat and boiler vapor. Alcoves for beds litter any wall that does not already house her mechanisms near flush against the other side of the sheet metal.

In some spaces the corridors shrink to half a man’s height while her shafts and cisterns, climbed rung by rung, could swallow skyscrapers. Her confounding size was mitigated by redundancies. Hatches and crawlspaces that- if one bared the discomfort, cold, and terrible dark -quickly traversed her labyrinth, but whose hostility and known reputation of blockages often ensured that one may never see the face of a fellow crew member more than once during their stay.

I and the dozen or so crewmen I arrived with shared a common failure of imagination. We were all too experienced and educated. In our minds we had conjured a machine. 

The simple facts we were presented with did no justice to reality. That it harvested petroleum, that both it and the quantity it accessed were the largest of their kind, and that despite this the real reward would be claimed by the shipping companies due to its location. 

We had all taken this information as fresh graduates of technical programs and veteran engineers and built in our minds the device. A myriad schematic of architecture, physics, and mathematics. A collected mental church to efficiency and precision.

We arrived at the scene of a crime. An uneven cluster of columnar concrete limbs clutching and cradling her. Swaddled in barbs of rusting steel ladder and catwalks in disrepair and impaled by great piers of no purpose. The cold had driven every last person into her depths. 

The uneven and shapeless form of her body made it seem as though some unfathomable creature from heaven had been harpooned like a whale and chained to the earth in order to humble it and force it to kiss the feet of the planet. I recall some few among us cried.

[fr-npc-polls]

What's your favorite Beastclan? Part 2!

Dryads

Fauns

Manticores

Miths

Kitsunes

Sphinxes

Voting ended onFeb 20

[fernacular]

I would kill and also die for these old gay lions

(Statler and Waldorf from the latest chapter of Skin Deep ( @skindeepcomic))

[dragonimpal67]

Me never getting off my bullshit and instead rotating it like a rotisserie chicken: I have once again made memes for my fic!

[camelidae]

Just some handsome guys havin a stretchy~

[smbhax]

From “I was Trapped in the Chamber of Fear!” in Tales of Suspense #33, September 1962. Stan Lee (?) plot, Larry Lieber (?) script, Jack Kirby pencils, Dick Ayers inks, Stan Goldberg colors, Artie Simek letters.

Info from Grand Comics Database