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ooc ; im still alive (but barely breathing) school kicks my ass and ive been doing a lot of homework and normal work and just general business around on the Real World so its difficult to get on here let alone sit down and write im really sorry!! ill get down to your stuff when i can
[ WELDEDXSOULS ]
For a horrifying instant, both believed they had been swallowed whole by the enormous, mechanical sandworm that had been dogging them seconds ago. The space was internally-toned, pulsing with electricity… surrounding them with vibrations not unlike those of a living being. However, there was no rumbling– no grinding of many large, sharpened teeth… no familiar sand. Undoubtedly metal, in use… but blissfully un-alive.
Lariat picked herself off the floor, grimacing as she gazed about the room.
“…pink! Why’s it always gotta be fuckin’ pink!?”
“When has it ever been pink?”
“It is! Just now! Use your damn eyes. You go colorblind from the landing or something?”
“No, I did not. You’re overreacting over a silly col- oh.”
Too busy with bickering, neither had noticed the child’s polite, utterly harmless approach from the shadows– until now. Blinking, the spherical A.I. swiveled on his axis to give their new guest a better look. Going off attire alone, it would be appropriate to guess that they were the owner of this strange… house? Cave? And by complexion… they definitely weren’t human. At least, he thought so.
Humans couldn’t have green skin… could they?
“O-oh, I’m sorry… little guy. About the… mess. Didn’t mean to drop in on you. We’ll be going now. Right, Lar?”
“What? No! m’ not done poking around this place yet!” she whined, knuckle deep in the wall’s thick, vein-like cords.
Whatever resulting insult he’s loaded as his ammunition against the enemy catches in a horrified gag, trapped in his throat; immediately to his feet, he demands, shrill, ❝ don’t TOUCH that, you INCOMPETENT -- HAH, heh, I mean. Oh, no, that looks dangerous. ❞ He lifts his hands in some sort of general gesticulation of helplessness; uncertain exactly how to act helpless as he’s never ever been helpful before, he settles for putting them on his head. ❝ I would heavily advise that you keep your FILTHY MITTS to yourself, lest this SUPERIOR TECHNOLOGY surrounding you and I prove to be too much for inferior biology. ❞
He needs to expedite their demise and get them vaporized, or something, but acting with too much pressing urgency may send them into suspicions; this is a balancing act, indeed. Although Zim has nascent INCREDIBLENESS on his side, he can’t congratulate himself quite yet. ❝ As I said before, the way out is THIS WAY, past that -- don’t TOUCH IT !! JUST GO PAST IT !! -- and, eh, hah, over here ... the reasons as to why I know this information is irrelevant and entirely unimportant. What is important, however, is returning to our ... our ... familial units, safe, and unharmed, with all our bones mostly still inside our bodies. ❞
☆ initiating contact with: @dinilawi & @storybookcd
❝ Ever ponder about your absolute cosmic insignificance in the vast void of the incomprehensible hugeness of the universe, stranger-human ? ❞
{ Hello kiddos! I’ve recently came into the gravity falls fandom and everyone has been so WELCOMING. I’m just so grateful that you all enjoy my Bill Cipher because he certainly enjoys you all! These are for all those grateful followers that I love so much! Thank you all —
SIN SQUAD ;
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SWEET VICTIMS ;
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☆ initiating contact with: rageblooded & carbonclaws
❝ That is, of course, assuming humans are still alive by then. ❞
[ RAXCITY ]
BEFORE HE CAN react to the projectile stream heading his way, he finds himself drenched in the foul-smelling fluid, staggering backwards and letting out a frightened squeal. it’s too late. his shirt and vest are almost undoubtedly ruined, not to mention the splatter reaching from head to toe. when he notices similar stains on his thneed, he wants nothing more than to teach this very small man a lesson. frantic hands gripping the ends of his vest, extending it to drip on the doorstep instead of onto his pants, he stammers in his defense :
❝ what the heck was—-was THAT for ? i mean, jeez, EW, what even is this stuff !? uugghh, man, that smells really gross ! a-and, hey, look at what you did to my thneed !! ❞
❝ Uh, well, I don’t actually know -- HOWEVER, by observing its reaction in response to the material of your horrifically ugly garment, it appears to be some sort of ... ❞ he hypothesizes, leaning forward and observing the distinct, bubbling sizzles of the non-newtonian liquid eating away at the fibers, ❝ corrosive ? Like maybe some sort of acid, a defense mechanism. Interestingly enough, ❞ he further remarks, ignoring the shriveling wool boring a hole straight through the vest and threatening to do the same to the shirt and his skin had he not been cautious enough to lift it up away from himself, ❝ this very ugly strange blob seems to be unaffected, as though it was immune. ❞
The thneed certainly has been victim of the woodpecker’s ire, but it remains unharmed -- snatching it from the Once-ler’s preoccupied hands, he twists his wrists in opposite directions, wringing the thneed as the liquid drips onto his doorstep and sears two little holes, sizzling like a fried egg, right through the concrete. The thneed remains unharmed.
He looks at the thneed and then looks at the Once-ler’s appalled scowl. ❝ I need to keep this. Sorry. Goodbye now, ❞ and he attempts to shut the door by repeatedly slamming it against his foot.
[ EXTAPUELLA ]
❝ Pardon me, but what exactly do you mean by that? ❞
❝ I can’t do it anymore, these euphemisms -- you’re just SO DUMB that you don’t GET THEM. I’ll have to say it outright. ❞
❝ YOU ARE OFFENSIVELY UGLY, AND I HATE LOOKING AT YOU. ❞
[ ROYIOT ]
“so uh– what’cha doin over there– pal?”
the monster hesitates to call the busy little looking munchkin a kid, some are just born short, after all!! and some are really sensitive too. not to mention that the kid looks snobbier than someone in district a the military or something.
He’s been shuffling through the garbage for several hours with nothing to show for his evidently fruitless endeavors save for a lot of old hamburger wrappers with melted cheese stuck to them -- disappointing as it is, he must make the best of any of whatever capricious fortune is given to him, and he’s planning to harvest his bounty and leave when he and his wrappers are overshadowed by an interloper. He freezes, little shoulders squared as he turns his head in two separate jerky motions, suspicious.
❝ I presume you’re attempting to address me despite the fact that ‘ PAL ’ isn’t my NAME; to answer your pathetically embarrassing question, I’m doing ... ❞ he explains, looking down at his treasure trash trove, ❝ I’m doin’ stuff. ❞
☆ initiating contact with: judgementalscale
❝ And I take it that you’re some kind of ... y’know ... giant ... whatever. WHATEVER !! THIS ISN’T IMPORTANT !! What’s IMPORTANT is the fact that you are TRESPASSING !! ❞
[ IMMPERIALISM ]
A tired groan of annoyance came from the vorkk as his ears flattened against his head. If there was one thing he couldn’t take it was those that could ramble on and on. Now in essence there’s nothing too bad about it since sometimes, what they said was quite interesting. But why did he have to be soloud about it?
Bending down towards the small insect-like being, Eon stared at him momentarily before speaking.
“If you would, could you keep your voice down? Your constant screeching is getting rather annoying and quite painful on the ears. You can continue but please do it in a more calm manner if you don’t mind, good sir.”
He is at a loss for words; splutters substitute the typical presence of intelligent speech. He fails to fathom how anyone couldn’t appreciate or at least break down in overwhelming awe at his incredible voice; how dare he speak like you’re some kind of puerile smeetling, Zim thinks. Gratingly irate, he realizes that his current stupefied silence may unintentionally look like compliance.
Rearing up on his tiptoes ( and subsequently gaining about two centimeters ), he hollers directly into his face with as much vicious vitriol he can manage, ❝ DON’T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT !! I AM AN IRKEN INVADER, AND I’LL SPEAK TO MY INFERIORS IN ANY WAY I PLEASE !! ❞
[ AESTUI ]
❛ ♕. ｆｕｒｅｎｓ ｐｕｅｌｌａ —
Unearthly color exploded beneath her cheeks with the deafening, unanticipated blast of an air horn ( of all things, an AIRHORN ) directly into her face, accompa- nied by a cry of surprise and outrage. A clumsy half-step back was taken as she stared down at the diminutive offender with wide, glowing eyes, brows furrowed tightly and thin lips curled into an indignant scowl. Ava swallowed thickly; her shoulders were rigid, and she could feel her pulse in her fingertips. Was he trying to give her a heart attack?! Chest rose and fell with shallow, measured breaths– a feeble attempt to calm herself down. Fists clenched and trembling at her sides, Ava could only sputter out a waspish retort, voice tenuous and high in its tone.
❝ D-Don’t– Don’t DO that! ❞
❝ What are y’gonna do about it ? ❞ Zim mocks, smugness apparent in the glean in his eyes, and he snaps his gloved fingers to summon GIR to his side, ever loyal, ever obeying. GIR is almost offensively broken and beyond repair, but it takes a very special sort of erudition to still make him useful. No wonder The Tallest entrusted such a horrible, horrible little goblin with him -- no being save for Invader ZIM could possibly exert enough control, power, wisdom and patience over such a rotten little piece of garbage.
GIR takes two hops too many and loses balance, skidding to Zim’s side on the concrete, shrieking both vocally and indirectly as the metal scrapes against the ground, shredding the fabric costume. Zim opens his palm over the pile of smoking rubble and drops a few acorns to clatter on his dented head. ❝ What ? ❞ he asks, meeting Ava’s skeptical glare under his thick contacts, feigning the impression of a raised eyebrow. ❝ He likes them. Why are you lookin’ at me like that ? ❞
☆ INITIATING CONTACT WITH: incrediviolet
❝ Turning invisible ? HAH ! A power fit for a coward -- I might not be able to fight an enemy I can’t see, but it won’t matter once I LEVEL the PLAYING FIELD !! ❞
❝ Ok. Huh. Well, I mean -- I can’t see it -- but I guess that make sense, given the ... hey, could you tell me if the cloaking device made my robot invisible ? ❞
A lot of you are heading back to school now ( or will be pretty soon ) and I know that tends to put a significant damper on activity; don’t let your blog become an additional stressor during the school year, okay? As I understand it we come on here to unwind and have some fun, not burden ourselves with unnecessary stress and anxiety or add on to what’s already there.
It’s likely obvious by now that I’m not really one to do bias lists– it takes so much energy to do anything fancy and I always end up feeling like I’ve excluded someone despite my efforts to be conscientious of who I’m all including, so I usually end up refraining from doing them at all anymore. I’ve barely even had it in me to write replies since my mental health has become kind of unmanageable lately but I recently noticed that I’d hit 500 followers, so I thought it would be nice if I could try to do something simple to show my appreciation for you guys. I made this blog nearly FIVE months ago and hey, maybe that’s not such a long time, but divvy up the count and that’s about 100 of you guys per month– I think that’s pretty cool.
More to the point, I wanted to give a special mention to those I’ve become fairly close with over the months; those I’ve gotten on remarkably well with despite only having known for a relatively short amount of time; those who impress and inspire me every time I see them on my dash be it with their writing, graphics, headcanons or even just dedication to their muse.
Thank you for making my experience in this community one of a kind. ♥
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To mutuals I neglected to mention: it’s nothing personal– I promise. I’m just a big, forgetful, absent minded butt-head and I love & appreciate every single one of you.
Chaos and the Double Pendulum
A chaotic system is one in which infinitesimal differences in the starting conditions lead to drastically different results as the system evolves.
Summarized by mathematician Edward Lorenz, "Chaos [is] when the present determines the future, but the approximate present does not approximately determine the future.“
There’s an important distinction to make between a chaotic system and a random system. Given the starting conditions, a chaotic system is entirely deterministic. A random system, on the other hand, is entirely non-deterministic, even when the starting conditions are known. That is, with enough information, the evolution of a chaotic system is entirely predictable, but in a random system there’s no amount of information that would be enough to predict the system’s evolution.
The simulations above show two slightly different initial conditions for a double pendulum — an example of a chaotic system. In the left animation both pendulums begin horizontally, and in the right animation the red pendulum begins horizontally and the blue is rotated by 0.1 radians (≈ 5.73°) above the positive x-axis. In both simulations, all of the pendulums begin from rest.
Mathematica code posted here.
[For more information on how to solve for the motion of a double pendulum, check out my video here.]
