those scales

“To be honest, I couldn’t give a Lala’s arse who started that poxy Dragonsong War, whether it was those preening knife-ears in the Holy See or those bloody scale-skins makes no difference to me”.

“I joined the bloody Dragoons because they have the best chance of killing dragons, this armour? I wear it for protection, not because I’m Ishgardian. I am a He’stan, my loyalty is to my clan and my clan alone.

If Nidhogg turns his bloodshot gaze to my clan he’ll find me waiting, till then he can fuck off”.

“When I first learned the piano and played those wretched scales, the teacher beside me had a pencil in her hand and she hit my fingers every time I played a wrong note. [Consequently] I never learned to read music because I hesitated too long to play the note on time. Because I was always [thinking] ‘Is this pencil gonna land?’ See? And that gets built into your psyche. So, people are always—although they’re adults and nobody is screaming at them any longer—they hear the echoes of that screaming momma or that bombinating poppa in the back of their heads all their life long. And so they adopt the same attitude to their own children and the farce continues.”

Alan Watts

this book is cute and I’ve had it since I was a kid but upon further looking, her feet have like….uncanny palms drawn like human metacarpals. i dont think i’ve seen another case like this exactly, but misunderstanding bird feet is not uncommon

judging on surface value, using comparative anatomy it’s easy to come to the conclusion that birds could have a rather similar structure as mammals (pardon my flaked off nail polish)

but of course birds are birds therefore they need to be needlessly complicated. what you are really seeing in those specimens and the scaled part of a bird’s legs are essentially just the bones we have as our wrist and hand (well, more specifically ankle and foot because hind limb)


and of course birds can’t stop there, we need an assortment of weird toe arrangements too

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The Myth of Apple's Great Design
The company’s new “spaceship” headquarters shows how its beauty has always been skin deep.
By Ian Bogost

I’m not particularly for-or-against Apple; I was raised using PCs at home and Apples at school, so I’m reasonably familiar with both, though using PCs for work has tipped those scales a little. 

But what I do love is a really well executed hit piece, and The Myth Of Apple’s Great Design is an amazing screed against Apple and its tech philosophy. Well worth a read for the sheer satisfaction of watching someone dismantle an icon so thoroughly. 

Fire me for protecting my co-workers,feel the burn in return.

Warning: this is gonna be long.

So this story is a few years old now from my first year of varsity. I had started varsity and was doing a pretty hectic course in the medical field. As a child to a single parent who had not worked since I was 15 I obviously needed a job to cover my living expenses and what little my scholarship didn’t. So I started working part time at a book store in my local mall as it suited my personality and I love books in general. (The book store is one of those large scale corporate chain types.) The pay was as close to minimum wage as humanly possible though.

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So for those asking about kitchen scales for measuring using weight rather than cups, this is the brand I have: https://www.amazon.com/Salter-Design-Electronic-Platform-Kitchen/dp/B000ZNM51O/ref=sr_1_5?ie=UTF8&qid=1490373011&sr=8-5&keywords=kitchen+scale+salter

I’ve had mine for almost a decade at this point and it’s still the best one I’ve ever owned, so if you’re looking at the $30 price tag and thinking it’s steep, from how much I use them on a near daily basis for the last 7+ years, I can tell you they are worth investing in as they’re damn sturdy. 

I’m not sure about other brands, but I’ve always used Salter, except for that one time when I had to literally use one of these at work:

Because that was how we retained our historically authentic trademark. Those were a pain in the ass.

My mother actually has a set of those that belonged to her mother, and they’re a damn sight shinier. I’m still figuring out how to get them over to the US with me when the time comes for me to inherit them.

You can all blame @smuttine and @kurogoesinthedas for putting the idea of merpeople!Inquisitors in my head, and of course I had to draw Tae as one as well. And of course I got totally carried away, this was supposed to be only a doodle. XD

Instead I ended up soft shading it, which I rarely do because it takes forever and I have little experience with it, but all those scales on the tail wouldn’t have looked as nice had I cell shaded it. Sooooo… yeah. Having said it I do really like how it came out. ^__^ The background is this photo courtesy of Tigers-stock.

Taerel here is based on a betta fish, though not any one in particular. I looked up a bunch of them and mix and matched.

Anyone else really like these guys? Just me?

Anyways I’m excited for this guest episode 👌✨

What the Dragon Said: a Love Story

by Catherynne M. Valente

So this guy walks into a dragon’s lair
     and he says
why the long tale?
                 HAR HAR BUDDY
says the dragon
                 FUCK YOU.

The dragon’s a classic
the ‘57 Chevy of existential chthonic threats
take in those Christmas colors, those
impervious green scales, sticky candy-red firebreath,
comes standard with a heap of rubylust
goldhuddled treasure.
                 Go ahead.
                 Kick the tires, boy.
                 See how she rides.

Sit down, kid, says the dragon. Diamonds
roll off her back like dandruff.

Oh, you’d rather be called a paladin?
I’d rather be a unicorn.
                 Always thought that
was the better gig. Everyone thinks
you’re innocent. Everyone calls you
pure. And the girls aren’t afraid
they come right up with their little hands out
for you to sniff
like you’re a puppy
and they’re gonna take you home.
They let you put your head right
in their laps.
                 But nobody on this earth
ever got what they wanted. Now

I know what you came for. You want
my body. To hang it up on a nail
over your fireplace. Say to some milk-and-rosewater chica
who lays her head in your lap
look how much it takes
to make me feel like a man.
                 We’re in the dark now, you and me. This is primal
shit right here. Grendel, Smaug, St. George. You’ve been
called up. This is the big game. You don’t have
to make stupid puns. Flash your feathers
like your monkey bravado
can impress. I saw a T-Rex fight a comet
and lose. You’ve
got nothing I want.

Here’s something I bet you don’t know:
     every time someone writes a story about a dragon
a real dragon dies.
                 Something about seeing
and being seen
                 something about mirrors
that old tune about how a photograph
can take your whole soul. At the end
of this poem
                 I’m going to go out like electricity
in an ice storm. I’ve made peace with it.
                 That last blockbuster took out a whole family
                 of Bhutan thunder dragons
living in Latvia
the fumes of their cleargas hoard
hanging on their beards like blue ghosts.

A dragon’s gotta get zen
                 with ephemerality.

You want to cut me up? Chickenscratch my leather
with butcher’s chalk:
cutlets, tenderloin, ribs for the company barbecue,
chuck, chops, brisket, roast.
                 I dig it, I do.
I want to eat everything, too.

When I look at the world
     I see a table.
All those fancy houses, people with degrees, horses and whales,
bankers and Buddha statues
the Pope, astronauts, panda bears and yes, paladins
                 if you let me swallow you whole
                 I’ll call you whatever you want.
Look at it all: waitresses and ice caps and submarines down
at the bottom of the heavy lightless saltdark of the sea
                 Don’t they know they’d be safer
                 inside me?

I could be big for them
     I could hold them all
My belly could be a city
     where everyone was so loved
they wouldn’t need jobs. I could be
the hyperreal
post-scarcity dragonhearted singularity.
     I could eat them
     and feed them
     and eat them
     and feed them.

This is why I don’t get to be a unicorn.
Those ponies have clotted cream and Chanel No. 5 for blood
and they don’t burn up like comets
with love that tastes like starving to death.
     And you, with your standup comedy knightliness,
covering Beowulf’s greatest hits on your tin kazoo,
you can’t begin to think through
     what it takes to fill up a body like this.
It takes everything pretty
and everything true
     and you stick yourself in a cave because
your want is bigger than you.

I just want to be
the size of a galaxy
so I can eat all the stars and gas giants
without them noticing
and getting upset.
Is that so bad?
                 Isn’t that
what love looks like?
                 Isn’t that
what you want, too?

I’ll make you a deal.
     Come close up
stand on my emeraldheart, my sapphireself
the goldpile of my body
     Close enough to smell
everything you’ll never be.

Don’t finish the poem. Not for nothing
is it a snake
that eats her tail
and means eternity. What’s a few verses worth
anyway? Everyone knows
poetry doesn’t sell. Don’t you ever feel
like you’re just
a story someone is telling
about someone like you?
                 I get that. I get you. You and me
we could fit
inside each other. It’s not nihilism
if there’s really no point to anything.

I have a secret
down in the deep of my dark.
All those other kids who wanted me
to call them paladins,
warriors, saints, whose swords had names,
whose bodies were perfect
as moonlight
     they’ve set up a township near my liver
had babies with the maidens they didn’t save
     invented electric lightbulbs
     thought up new holidays.
                             You can have my body
                             just like you wanted.
Or you can keep on fighting dragons
writing dragons
fighting dragons
re-staging that same old Cretaceous deathmatch
you mammals
always win.
                 But hey, hush, come on.
Quit now.
You’ll never fix
that line.
                 I have a forgiveness in me
                 the size of eons
                 and if a dragon’s body is big enough
                 it just looks like the world.
                           
                             Did you know
the earth used to have two moons?

Scale your Pixel Art without Blur

This is a little trick for those who wish to scale their pixel art and don’t own photoshop (which can, apparently, do it), and without any blur, as you can see in the example above :

The original pixel 

The scaled pixel 

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Warning : This tutorial use MS Paint, which doesn’t handle transparency. If your pic uses a simple transparency (only the background is transparent), like in this example, you can easily make it transparent again in SAI (I’ll show you how). However, if your pic use more complex transparency, you’ll loose it on the big picture.

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Submitted by @toxiccreed: Just wanted to share what is likely going to be the last piece of art you’ll be seeing from me for awhile. Ah hah… yeah it’s a long story but I figured I’d share this with you because hey I am certainly proud of this piece. It was likely going to tie in with the story that I never finished but for now it’s just a silly doodle of an Uncorrupted (or rather sort of ‘freed’) Nveryll and Oranat standing beside him.

Zev was going to be somewhere in this but Nveryll’s fat head took up so much space I couldn’t fit him in. Either way, cheers my dear and enjoy this piece. I hope that it’ll someday be finished… and not make you fear for my hands sanity since I still have more scales to do and fix up the scales on Nev’s neck >A<;;;;;; they look so Shoddy compared to his face details ;^;

Normal Horoscope:

Aries: Find the flattened reptilian thing in the back of your mind and kill it.

Taurus: You will find the peace you desire, but you will most likely have to part with your rubber duck collection.

Gemini: The fog that fills your mind is the result of the broken fog machine in the garage. 

Cancer: Type your thoughts into the screen, let them rest for a week, then delete them. The spirits in the wires will thank you.

Leo: Your wisdom stat is too low to wear those pants, try something scaled to your understanding of the world.

Virgo: Ruthless efficiency produces results but blind rage is more fun.

Libra: There are atoms of dinosaur nads in your mouth right now.

Scorpio: The path to hell is paved with good intentions, which feel squishy underfoot.

Sagittarius: When someone, somewhere, thinks of the perfect butt, it is your butt of which they think.

Capricorn: Nobody knows whats going on. Accept this. You keep stress in your back.

Aquarius: No you don’t need someone to kiss your neck and tell you its going to be okay, but its damn nice to have that isn’t it?

Pisces: The financial world is a tough one, keep your credit cards in a block of ice. Don’t stop untill all credit cards are in a single, colossal, block of ice.