#manticore onward

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laurel, colt, and the manticore are in a very happy polygamous relationship

[courseyoulovemeyoudontknowme]

Onward (2020, Dan Scanlon)

24/05/2024

[best-character-named-x-poll]

have you done your daily click

[zzcorpserosezz]

Today marks four years since the release of ONWARD, a wonderful Pixar film.

I discovered the film two years ago, and from the first time I saw it to this day, it continues to excite me. ONWARD, for me, is a work of art and I highly recommend it to everyone. It's one of my favorite films; emotional, fun, with wonderful effects and designs, and it's message is very profound.

I am so grateful to all the people behind ONWARD for creating it. And also because they gave us one of the BEST characters, Barley. I love that boy with all my heart.

Happy 4th anniversary, ONWARD.

@pixar

[lightfoot-bros]

What would Barley’s favorite holiday be? (assuming Earth holidays exist in his world.)

Thanksgiving. Because spending time with family while eating a delicious feast would be his favorite holiday.

[hearmeoutworthypoll]

The manticore from Onward?? I mean, She kinda... 😳

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PART LION, PART BAT, and part scorpion, the Manticore is a fearsome, fire-breathing adventurer. At least, she used to be, until she retired to run a family-friendly restaurant, where she is known as Corey

[onwardmagicprincessselfship]

I’d definitely say that after watching S2 of Monsters at Work that I found it very accurate of putting Tylor, Val and Duncan into the categories they’re in, 🥰 especially Tylor 🥰 as well as the rest on the list 🥰 including Barley 🥰

[kenisu-of-dragons]

Onward to victory! 🪄 🚗 🌆

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[bluezey]

Hey, remember last night when I imagined the characters from Onward questing with the cast of Hazbin Hotel?

This morning I just woke up to the image of the Manticore flying into battle with Alastor riding on her back!

GOD I WISH I KNEW HOW TO DRAW BADASS SHIT

[petuniacat99]

I just realized something about Corey from Onward

So you know how manticores are lion/dragon/scorpion hybrids? Most female lions don't have manes so that means she's likely a trans woman

[ianlightfoot2020]

[onwardnroyalty]

Hey Guys! Guess What?

I’ve just been thinking about Loungefly and how that of Onward doesn’t seem to have been made yet. So I took the liberty to dream up some ideas for Onward Loungefly that should come to life one day, probably on the movie’s 5th Anniversary like they did with Inside Out.

This idea sounds real fun on paper, thought I’d share it with you guys. I have some more ideas, so feel free to request.

Step into the enchanting world of Onward with our Loungefly Disney Pixar Onward Scene Series Mini Backpack. This exquisite masterpiece showcases original, hand-drawn art that breathes life into every scene from the movie, making it a true collector's delight and the perfect companion for any adventure.

The zipped front pocket captures the essence of the movie, featuring Ian and Barley Lightfoot on their epic quest for the Phoenix Gem, accompanied by their disguised father Wilden and a tender inscription from Wilden’s letter, “…who my boys grew up to be.” Below, a heartwarming moment unfolds as the brothers end their journey with a warm embrace, reminding us of the power of family and love.

The side pockets continue the captivating tale, displaying their mother Laurel with the Manticore and Officer Colt Bronco, providing a glimpse into the diverse and engaging world of the movie.

On the back, the menacing Curse Dragon commands attention while the sparkling Phoenix Gem gleams as an enchanting enamel zipper charm at the front zipped compartment, infusing the backpack with a touch of magic that sets it apart.

Crafted with sturdy, shiny silver-colored metal hardware, adjustable straps, and vegan leather (polyurethane), this backpack seamlessly blends durability with style. The printed details and coordinating lining add an extra touch of charm.

For any Onward fan, this Mini Backpack is an absolute must-have, capturing the movie's essence through its original, hand-drawn art and imbuing every adventure with a hint of magic. So, immerse yourself in the wonder of Onward with our Loungefly Disney Pixar Scene Series Mini Backpack and relive the enchanting journey with every step you take.

[courseyoulovemeyoudontknowme]

Onward (2020, Dan Scanlon)

20/10/2024

[meeks-just-wants-to-scroll]

RDR2 fantasy AU art dump

Grimshaw and Reverend get to be small class griffins because i thought the swanson pun was cute and i love goose grimshaw <3 i dont ship it but they share a unique little friendship what with them both being griffins. Susan tries to help Rev. so he can spend more energy helping himself rather than spend it all preening and etc. she wont go soft on him tho, she will wing smack him if needed of bump her spur against his butt.

Hosea is a manticore, tho he came out looking like an odd goat, cat, fox, lizard, scorpion vibes. He stands the same shoulder height as dutch but his shorter neck hangs lower.

He lost one horn from being captured and nearly killed by hunters in his youth. It was yet another reason he struggled to enjoy blending in with humans, even if he was a wonderful trickster and could blend in with humans easily (and he did try and live a human life alongside Bessie). Even after everything, he still keeps a level-headed approach to when the gang has conflicts with humans.

MARSTONS,!!!!! Currently only have designs for Abigail and Jack. John is just a lanky ratty werewolf with bad posture and even worse paternal skills.

abi is a vampire, but in this au that just means giant vampire creatures that can disguise as humans. Abigail, because of her orphan-childhood, her being forced to disguise as human and make money through prostitution, is almost always in her human form. The art depicts her as a bat for the sake of design exploration. She turns into her bat form when extremely stressed (like when jack goes missing). She has a lot of complex feelings about her son being resistant to living his childhood disguised as a human. She thinks he’ll be safer if he’s mistaken as human and ignores, as opposed to being hunted for being a mythical creature.

jack is a mix of bat and werewolf. As he got older, he grew more and more detached from his creature identity because his parents lived as humans (from 1899-1907, even to rdr1 and onwards). So many body issues and self hatred for being stuck between a bat and a wolf; for being stuck between human and monster.

( i love jack so much god please someone give him a happy ending)

And then one drawing of arthur that will likely change when we have a better idea of deer-taur lore and designs.

AU is a project between me and @eggsaladsweetie

[probablyasocialecologist]

Israel, pound for pound, is the best investment the US has ever made. Israel is the purest expression of Western power, combining militarism, imperialism, settler colonialism, counterinsurgency, occupation, racism, instilling ideological defeat, huge profitable war-making and hi-tech development into a manticore of destruction, death, and mayhem. From Israel’s victory in the 1948-1949 war, US planners saw the country as a regional military power that could contain Arab military and political ambitions. Amidst France’s imperial sunset in the Arab region, the country aligned with Israel – trying to deliver a blow to Nasserist Egypt through the 1956 Tripartite Aggression with Britain and Israel, and armoring Zionism for its successful 1967 war against radical Arab nationalism in the frontline states. Green-lit by the US, the war left the Syrian Ba’athist fusion of Arab nationalism and Marxist-Leninism in shambles and slammed the Nasserist national development project. Israel also became a useful assassin, eliminating Arab radical luminaries from Mehdi Ben Barka to Ghassan Kanafani. From 1970 onwards, US military aid into Israel turned the country into a unique asset: an offshore arms factory; a regional irritant to Arab peace, stability, and popular regional development; a destructive gyro of world-wide counterinsurgency; a black hole drawing in regional surpluses and devoting them to endless defensive and offensive armament, away from social-popular welfare spending and non-military development. Uniquely, the US allowed Israel to keep the military aid partially within the country, slowly and steadily building up a massive military industrial capacity. Meanwhile, US-based capital inflows accelerated, taking advantage of Israel’s highly educated workforce in the defense sector, resting upon super-exploiting the Palestinian colonial underclass in other sectors. In return, Israel armed reactionary forces world-wide: from Argentina to Brazil to Chile, helping evade Congressional restrictions on arms shipments to the Nicaraguan Contras and advanced armaments to the South African apartheid regime. On a world scale, Israel has protected the political architecture of global capitalism. And its US domestic adjunct, the Anti-Defamation League, presaged wider Zionist capitalist investment in repression by carrying out wide-ranging spying on anti-racist, anti-Zionist, Arab-American and anti-apartheid movements.

[a1ecmcdowell]

ㅤㅤ SHARDS OF MEㅤㅤ . . .ㅤㅤpt 1 !!

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤor, ben mcdowell's dna made TWO clones . . . one just got to live, while the other got locked away.

NOTES. this will have three parts!! i rly hope i wrote alec somewhat ok bc despite loving and adoring him... i've never done it until now ik... so if it's wrong b gentle. dean's not introduced ( yet! ) but baby sammy is!! and i hope tht makes up for it at least a lil < 3

it was raining the day that x5-494 was born. 

sheets of drizzle and droplets clung to the trees and their leaves outside of the wyoming facility, falling wave after wave – a perfect mimicry of the screaming cries of the baby just born inside of its walls. 

and he was not a special baby, that one. the doctors and the overseers realized it quickly enough as the baby wailed on and on throughout the night, desperate for care and comfort that he would not be given. 

the others created from the dna of x5s did not cry. did not wail. and surely, if they ever were going to, certainly would not have done it throughout the entirety of the night onwards. 

they had to think fast, you see, because a genetically crafted baby could not just be dropped off on the doors of an adoption facility in a box with a blanket and a note. unremarkable as he was, this baby was still handmade and not just a mistake or a regret. no, the only regret that came from x5-494 was the fact that he held no purpose to their greater picture. 

they had a filing cabinet for the list of mothers who birthed their children in the facility’s main office – for the ones who could have been released back into society, that was, and did not kick a fuss and need to be dealt with – and so that was where they started. some of those mothers wanted babies, after all. that was why they’d volunteered to be the vessels for the x5s. 

it was settled, then, and perhaps a bit cruel, that x5-493’s birth mother would get the baby she desperately wanted that day. mary mcdowell. now married, now living in lawrence, kansas. 

mary winchester came back to gillette, wyoming, in an instant, however, when she got the letter. a baby. a baby that, while not directly birthed from her, was genetically hers. technically speaking. 

she whisked away the failure that was x5-494. x5-494 died that day, and became dean winchester. 

9 months later, another x5-494 was born, and he was perfect. so perfect that, once the time came that he was old enough to function on his own, he was thrown into psychology operations as a precaution — project manticore could not handle another 493. 

x5-494’s first mission was to hunt down dean winchester. not engage, not attack, but monitor. it was something that the higher-ups at manticore did often – check up on those they’d set free. the escaped x5s were proof of that, though they were a special case on their own, but the mothers, and now dean, needed to have tabs kept on them. 

and it was weird, wasn’t it? autumn had turned the leaves to auburns and umbers and maroons, and, well… 494 did not see a lot of trees. nor did he see a lot of families, who held small children’s palms in between them as they walked up and down sidewalks, as those little ones chattered mindlessly about god knew what. 

until then, all he knew were concrete walls and no windows. no windows, he remembered this specifically, because sometimes he thought it’d drive him crazy. hearing the sounds of cars outside, rumbling down roads and pavements he couldn’t see, wheels turning over rocks, and he would never see it. 

and now, here he was. outside. sun shining down on his skin, wind chilling the same skin that the light toasted, and cars drove on the pavement right there next to him, he saw it. 

weird, weird, weird, how free a life could be, and how solitary another was. 

494 doesn’t even realize that he is standing in the middle of the pavement until a child runs up to his leg, and he expects some snarky little comment, or maybe a soft voiced sorry! but the kid just stops. he’s got this floppy brown hair, and a coat about three sizes too big on him, and a gap between his two front teeth. 

and he’s saying nothing, but looking up at 494 with that toothy grin, and this was not a part of his training — dealing with children. 

“what do you want?” he asks, and it’s a bit harsh, sounds it to himself, too, when it spits out of his mouth, but. oh well. the most he can do is wipe the irritated, confused sneer off of his lips.

this is all just – a bit too much for him, really. 

the kid doesn’t even fucking falter though; that smile just widens. one of his littler hands shoots out and grabs 494’s and starts to yank. 

“dean! you came back!” 

the kid doesn’t falter, but 494 does. 

he plants his feet, and of course he’s stronger than this little guy — genetically altered dna and all, and plus, he’s double his size — so of course the kid stumbles backwards. 

his face contorts into confusion, pinched eyebrows, pinched lips, everything pinched. “what’s wrong?” 

and, like, what’s he supposed to say? honestly? his orders were do not engage. the kid engaged him. that’s not his fault. they should have had some sort of protocol prepared for–

“i know y’wanted to go t’that halloween party with casey,” the kid starts saying, and he’s got a lisp because of that gap in his teeth, which really just makes 494 feel a bit softer for him – surefire sign he needs to disengage, “but thank you. for comin’ back and all. i like trick or treating with you the best.” 

the kid loses him again, because what the fuck is a trick or treat? 

luckily, he starts to tug 494 along again, turning his back before he can see the sheer befuddlement morph onto his expression. and, that means that he doesn’t have to look him in the eyes when he– 

“i’m not dean.” 

weird, too, that is. giving something a name. he’s used to numbers and labels and codes, not humanizing things or people to keep it easy and simple. 

the kid skids to a stop, little shoes scuffing on the pavement. he doesn’t say anything for a moment, but the silence is enough. the only thing 494 can hear is the fucking wind whistling through the red and orange leaves, the giggling toddlers with their parents on the other side of the street, and it’s a bit suffocating, and now all he wants is for this one to go back to talking his ear off. 

“you… that doesn’t…” the kid stumbles over the words just like he stumbled over his shoes, and before 494 can let him turn around again and see that this entire thing is fucking killing him, he rips his hand free from his small grip. 

he walks at a leisurely pace, refusing to look over his shoulder, hoping that the kid will lose interest by the time 494 chooses to leap into the trees. he has to dodge around the even littler kid, a girl, being bounced up and down between her parents by their grip on her hands as they walk, her squealing loud even as they disappear out of sight. 

and it’s all too much, really, isn’t it? 

so he decides fuck it, and jumps up into the nearest tree, his hands closing around a branch of umber and maroon leaves, climbing higher up it until he can’t hear the sound of cars skating by on the road below, to make the journey back to his home of stone walls without windows.