I remember someone saying "mad scientists in fiction aren't scientists because there's never a control group"

I think if you've created an elixir that turns people into goat men you have sort have gone past the need for a control group. The control group is not going to placebo themselves into goat men. You can probably not run the control group, and safely assume that none of them would have turned into goat men. That said, having a control group for that would make the mad scientist seem extra crazy and be really really funny, especially if he was carefully testing them for goat like features from the dyed water they drank instead of the elixir

Glowy Atarauke

Finally finished her design!

She and her brother run a tavern called the Golden Dragon in one of the human cities of their setting. While Althani usually takes the orders and runs the place, she's the one who cooks and takes care of most of the background work necessary. While being self sufficient, Atarauke often appears to be with her mind somewhere else or even absent. Still, this doesn't keep her much from doing her work or collecting some of the stories of the adventures frequenting their tavern.

Who We Are In The Dark

My sorta platonic gals, Hysteria and Kieran.

Sketch and colors done by me, but the lovely Hibbary really helped me with refining the sketch. I was tired of looking at this sitting unfinished in my files so I finally slapped some color and a background on it.

Not all goat-headed figures are Baphomet, and without the tits it just isn't Baphomet.

(2012 minecraft parody voice) I am mining... there are no blocks of sand.... you are digging down with me.... hand in unbreakable hand... and I hope we mine.... I hope we both mine.......

The female goat herders of Hadhramaut, Yemen

Goat herding is traditionally done by females in Eastern Yemen. The women cover all their skin from the heat and sun, protecting themselves from dehydration and skin damage, the socks and gloves keep their hands and feet soft despite the unforgiving desert sun. The hat (made from dried palm leaves) besides being a drip by itself serves an important role, it insulates air on top of their head thus keeping it cool, besides providing the obvious shade. The layered clothing also helps with the desert changing mood, where it can shift from hot days to cold nights.

so the neutrogena anti-aging companion mods are a blight on the landscape but some modders truly are doing the lord’s work

Who benefits from the goat being unburnt? Are we missing part of the fun here? On the ground in Gavle is there a crowd of hometown heroes thwarting arsonist assassins left and right?

Catch me fighting the Gavle volunteer army surrounding the goat on my way to commit arson.

Missed drawing these two too

Bonuses

Commission for RascalTeeth!

It’s funny to me, ok?

Glowy Althani

I've never given him or his sister a proper design, so I'm going to remedy that.

Anyway, let's share some lore about him and his species. Althani belongs to a race of "goat-people" called Cornu, who have separated into two fractions. He belongs to the main-land Cornu defined by their use of metal and gems in their the jewellery whereas the island Cornu just create jewellery with wood.

Over the centuries the Cornu from the island called Adcornu, have separated themselves from the other races of the setting and even look with disdain upon those Cornu originating from the mainland. While the Cornu from the mainland also keep the other races at a distance, they do trade and are much more open and welcoming. Still, they can be just as superstitious and distrustful as the Cornu from the island.

Althani and his sister Atarauke were born in a tribe deep within the forests of the mainland. Usually they wouldn't have left their tribe unless married into another but due to unlucky circumstances and an accident during which Atarauke had died but was revived. As the elders feared the involvement of a god they exiled her but since she had been just a child at that time Althani went with her to protect her. He was also fed up with the elders but that's longer story.

Here’s one of my favorite, more recent, characters. This is Kiahti. He’s a leatherworker who creates harnesses and saddles for bison/wisents (which are usually the main domesticated companion and riding animals in my story.)

He was injured in a farm accident when he was very young and had to have his lower leg amputated. He has a combination of a prosthetic foot and a knee brace (both designed and made by him) and frequently uses a cane. He has a wicked sense of humor and a love for cats, especially his pets, Cricket, Minnow, and Newt.

Also he is holding the cane in the wrong hand only because he’s waving at the “camera.” When he uses his cane, he holds it in the hand opposite to the side with his affected leg.

As an eligible young noble of no small fame, Ambroys had a number of arranged courtships and suitresses in his youth, but any nascent marriages always fell through.

It's not that he didn't try; he certainly knew how to court a lady (perhaps too well, according to many fathers and husbands), and when he lacked knowledge on the affairs of womens' hearts, he sought counsel from a young woman who was a dear friend of his (perhaps too much counsel, according to his own father). Nonetheless, all he garnered for his efforts was separation after separation.

Ah, well. Maybe it was for the best.

this song eats at my skin

as a swede it felt like i direct punch to the face to open tumblr and see fucking gävlebocken trending what