#dimension of spring constant

[rajansmoorthy]

What is spring constant? - significance, formula, unit, dimension & numerical

WHAT IS SPRING CONSTANT ?           Hooke’s law of elasticity Spring constant(k) is the constant of proportionality or the amount of energy delivered proportionality in the Hooke’s law experimental trial. Stronger or stiffer springs will have higher spring constant. For a specific mass added to the spring, springs with higher the spring constant will have more modest(smaller) displacement than…

[henneseyhoe]

Right Where I Want You.

Terry Richmond x BLACK!FEM!Reader

WARNINGS: Rough sex (Nothing too serious, she just chokes him a lil), Dirty talk, DOM!reader, SUB!Terry, Mommy kink (yeah you heard me, we get real nasty over here..), PW/OP, Short!, Not completely proof read.

SUMMARY: nah. lol

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the sound of clapping could be heard from the next room over even with the door closed. They both made no moves to quiet down either, the squeaky springs of the bed only applauded her on her bouncing, giving her the praises she needed for taking a dick this size. The stretch was delicious, the girth making her feel stuffed, and the length reaching places so deep that she could barely sit down all the way.

But how she rode was already enough for Terry, she didn’t have to sit all the way. He was already so gone. The way Terry was moaning her name with curses following, you’d think that was the only english he knew.

Her heels dug into the bed beneath them, the sensation of the soft silks against his bare skin heightening his pleasure. He had begged her just minutes before to use him, fuck him into his own bed and leave him wondering why you hadn’t come along sooner, why he didn’t come find you instead. He didn’t care if it was pathetic, there was some things he could live with happily without embarrassment. There was just something about you that could make a man kneel at your feet, cry, even.

“Enjoying yourself?”

She asks before moaning, her head lulling back for a second as she felt the tip of him brush over exactly where she wanted him the most. Her voice was so tantalizing, laced with a sweetheart tone and dominance as she knew she could take away what he needed the most in this moment; a tight pussy gripping his dick and a nut that would send him to another dimension. She knew damn well he was doing more than enjoying himself.

His abs tightened under his brown skin and he cried out, opting to hold onto the headboard instead of her hips to avoid her stopping like she did last time he touched her without permission.

“Fuck, baby!”

His hips bucked wildly as the sensitivity of him became almost unbearable. He hadn’t even came yet, multiple orgasms purposely ruined being the reason for the constant tightness in his balls and stomach. She, on the other hand, had already came three times. On his fingers, on his face, on that dick. Her cream stuck to his shaft and balls, making wet, sticky sounds every time her fat ass bounced back down on him, making him release another spurt of precum into her walls.

Her cream was still warm, used as lube to help her ride that thick dick efficiently enough to have him seeing stars.

And stars he did indeed see, the glasses perched on his nose providing no help with vision as he clenched his eyes closed.

“You boutta cum for me, baby? You know better to ask mommy first”

She runs her pierced tongue over her lips and begins rubbing her poor little clit with her dominant hand, ignoring the indescribable pain from sensitivity that also somehow brought her pleasure. She used her other hand to slowly wrap itself around Terry’s throat, squeezing slightly to bring him out his euphoric daze.

Once he had opened his eyes, he got to admire her again, eyes flickering from her pretty face to the urging hand between her thighs.

She went even harder on him, staring into his piercing eyes with a clear desire to break him just in case any other bitch thought she could do what she does to him. No one else could have him, a grown man, begging to be fucked, on his knees with his face in her lap.

“You like when I fuck you like this. You like when I use you” She guides him into a nod, a satisfied smile on her face as he agrees.

“Yes- fuck!”

“Mhmm. You love this pussy don’t you?”

“Yes, yes, yes! I love this pussy, mommy”

His words sent her into overdrive. That was the first time he had ever compiled and called her the self given pet name. She knew he was right where she wanted him now. There was nothing he wouldn’t say or do for her.

“Cum inside me, baby. Fill mommy up”

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💌- ngl this was just sumn sweet for the fuckin kids till december 🥴 did NOT mean for it to be like dis!

[fab-bladesmith]

A Sword.

Made after Cl. 11821 from the Musée National du Moyen-Âge @museecluny - à sword that is very familiar to me, as it appeared on the poster (and catalogue cover) for their 2011 exhibition "L'épée- Usages, Mythes er Symboles" for which I had the honour to be associated Curator.

Spring steel blade, etched and gold-plated, and steel fittings, gold-plated. Grip is horn.

Making this sword was quite the learning experience, and a near constant challenge for a variety of reasons. The original bears the arms of the Dukes of Milan ; however, some details on the blade are barely identifiable due to corrosion, and I had the hardest time trying to figure them out. Eventually I went for those of Francesco Sforza, with the two-headed Reichadler as adopted by Sigismund in 1455.

The strong spine and yet delicate blade profile was also a thing on its own to manage, and it is during the hot-straightening of it that I severely burned my forearm in August 2024.

I did not follow the exact dimensions of the original, the idea was rather to make a Sister-Sword of it, but I'm not that far off.

Overall length is 1124 mm, with a 964 mm blade that is 42 mm wide. Cross has a 149 mm span. 1247 grams.

Point of balance about 14 cm from the guard, right under the main Sforza 'Biscione'.

[sunflowersandscreams]

touchy platonic bluedam fluff because i wrote angst last time! could be read as romantic but i did write it thinking about their bllb dynamics and post-breakup feelings.

It started way back in spring, when they'd first been dating. Blue hadn't know what touch-starved looked like, but she'd learned from Adam. He was hesitant and formally polite, almost too polite, in a way that was pleasing but also odd. Blue hadn't noticed at first, too used to cousins that hung from every arm and mothers and aunts who were always petting her head or squeezing her arm, but she'd realised after some time that touch didn't come naturally to Adam. He would stiffen then relax when it came unexpected and he was sharply aware of his surroundings. He could be standoffish sometimes and would not let himself take comfort in a friend when they freely gave affection.

Blue was pretty good at noticing things. Maybe not as good as Noah, with his ghost abilities, but good enough to notice that Adam had issues. Of course, she hadn't known what they were until Gansey told her about Adam's father and the hospital and his ear, but- there was always something off about him.

After, it got better. He got out, he got St Agnes, summer came and went and it was fall. The weather was chillier. Adam was the magician and Ronan the greywaren and Gansey the king and Blue the mirror. They were doing okay.

It was awkward between them. They got along: they rolled eyes at each other when Gansey made some obliviously upper-class comment, Blue watched Adam out of the corner of her eye when he watched Ronan, she tried not to let him catch her and Gansey. Noah brought them together when Adam scried and they were okay.

So she figured it was okay to touch again.

The first time, when she sat in the backseat of the Pig because Ronan had claimed the front seat and won this time, she kicked off her shoes and lifted her legs along the car seat, letting her socked feet nudge Adam's legs. He'd shifted but let it be, so Blue figured it was alright and leaned her head against the window to watch the scenery pass on their trip.

The next time, they were at Monmouth, and Blue didn't have much homework so she was watching Adam do the pile that he had. Ronan never did his, so it was just Adam and Gansey working. Adam was explaining his physics problems aloud because he said it sometimes helped, so Blue leaned over his shoulder and stared down at the page of jotted equations, not really comprehending it but enjoying Adam's more Henriettan voice coming out as he continued on. Adam didn't complain about her touching him - he didn't mention it at all. He just kept going on about alternate dimensions, which was not what he started talking about, but he was on a roll now so who was she to stop him?

The third time, Blue used words. She didn't always need them but sometimes they were useful, especially with Adam, who in one moment could be as open as a book to her then in the next, as unknowable as the deepest depths of the ocean. Blue wasn't one to shy away from talking about difficult things, so she said, "Is it fine that I touch you? We haven't talked about it."

Adam, being such a boy about it, shrugged. Purposefully casual, avoiding any expression of emotion. "Sure. I don't mind."

"Do you like it?" Blue asked, pressing.

Adam levelled her with a cool look. "Why?" He was clumsily trying to make her embarrassed and back down, the jerk, but Blue didn't care to be embarrassed by honest conversations.

"If you don't like it I'll stop."

"No, I like it. It's alright," Adam said, perfectly smooth. He didn't seem to be lying, and though it was always hard to tell with Adam Parrish, Blue believed him.

"Okay." She stretched out on his mattress, several thick layers of clothes keeping her warm against the constant chill in St Agnes in the fall, then sat up straight. "Sit here, it's nicer."

Adam didn't look convinced but did as she asked anyway, moving from his 'desk' (a plastic bin lid) to the mattress, his English literature essay pressed against a hardcover library book and pen in hand. He hunched over his paper and kept scribbling away, and Blue slumped against his side and watched the words fall onto the page.

Adam smiled at her, something kind of far away and upset in the curve of his lips, but it evened out as he kept writing. When he was done he read over it once, twice, correcting parts and adding sentences in a different pen, then set it down and slid back against the wall.

Blue followed him, settling an arm over his waist and digging her nose into his chest. Adam winced and put a hand in her face, complaining that it was too bony, and she laughed at him. He ended up rubbing a thumb down the side of her neck into her shoulder, and it was soothing, and sweet, and suddenly Blue missed Adam, those months they'd been fighting and apart and unsure and awkward. Blue didn't think an 'I love you' was appropriate- not now, at least- but she could offer Adam something. "You're a good friend, Adam."

He let out a single 'ha', a bit ironic, but he was smiling genuinely. "I think you're a better one, Blue."

She just shook her head, and lightly dug her fingers into his side where he couldn't escape. "Naw. We're good."

[wingedjewels]

A Major Visit (read info text for story) by Lacerta Bilineata Via Flickr: IMPORTANT: for non-pro users who read the info on a computer, just enlarge your screen to 120% (or more), then the full text will appear below the photo with a white background - which makes reading so much easier. THE VIDEO OF THE WOODPECKERS IN MY GARDEN: www.youtube.com/watch?v=lE_Dk3S3B3Q MY BEST PHOTOS (MOSTLY NOT YET ON FLICKR): www.lacerta-bilineata.com/ticino-best-photos-of-southern-... THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO: The great spotted woodpecker (Dendrocopos major) is probably my favorite bird to photograph, but that fella had me waiting even longer than the elusive jay: It took me well over a year to finally get a shot form a close enough distance, and it literally required help from the heavens - but more on that later. Ever since I saved a young woodpecker as a kid - the little guy had gotten himself entangled in one of the nets our local farmer had put over his cherry trees - I've had a particular affinity for this beautiful species, and when I decided to feed the birds in my garden in early 2023 (for reasons you can read all about here: www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/52994208987/in/datepo... ), I naturally hoped I would also get a visit from Mr. or Mrs. D. Major. But no member of the Picidae family showed up that winter, and when spring arrived and I laid out some cherries in my epic struggle to capture the Eurasian jay (a tale you can find here: www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/54147481326/in/datepo... ), I again harbored the hope the fruit might do the trick and also attract a great spotted woodpecker. Alas, the species simply never came close enough to my garden to even see my buffet for birds. I didn't blame them; there was just nothing on my premises to attract them from afar: no old trees nor any dead wood that could have competed with the gorgeous chestnut forest around our village, and so 2023 went by without a visit of either Mr. or Mrs. Woodpecker. Cut to spring 2024, which brought some major changes to my garden. For one, our whole region was drowning in seemingly endless rain, and the upper part of my garden looked like the world's dirtiest swimming pool. After a winter that had been catastrophically dry, in late February heaven's floodgates suddenly opened and then hardly ever closed again until the beginning of June. We'd often had prolonged rainfalls in spring in the past, but this was a whole new dimension, and the effect on nature was quite drastic. There were floods and landslides all over, and the pollination of many plants simply didn't happen, because the constant downpour had taken a terrible toll on insect life (I had to pollinate the zucchini plants in my garden myself with a cotton swab, because even when the sun was out, there were hardly any bees to be seen). For many birds in our region this spelled doom, because the cold and damp weather conditions coincided with their breeding season. I noticed there were more species than usual coming to my garden, because in their desperate search for food, even otherwise rather shy birds left the forest and flew farther distances. And thus it happened that in May 2024 a pair of great spotted woodpeckers - a male and a female - finally came to check out my garden. I shamefully admit I was over the moon (after all, the reason for their visit was certainly nothing to be joyful about). To my surprise they ignored the cherries I had laid out on the tree trunk in front of my shed: what they instead went absolutely crazy for were hazelnuts. Observing the couple was so much fun - and incredibly fascinating. They first "chiseled" a few tiny holes into my fig tree with their impressive beaks (and, as I later discovered, also into the wooden table underneath my pergola 😂 ), then they would each collect a single hazelnut from the tree trunk and hammer it with great precision into one of the holes. Once the nut was in place, they would hack it into little pieces which they would then gobble up. This, however, did not go unnoticed by the ever attentive local jay. The clever fella liked my buffet for birds well enough, but he knew I was lurking behind the shed's wall next to the tree trunk where I fed the birds, and THAT he didn't like. But now all he had to do was wait until the woodpeckers carried a hazelnut to the fig tree, where it was at a much safer distance from the nasty human, and as soon as the nut was fixed in its hole and ready for the taking, he would bully away the rightful owner who had done all the work and cheekily steal it (I was even able to film this behavior once, it happens at the 1minute-10seconds mark: www.youtube.com/watch?v=lE_Dk3S3B3Q ). Thankfully, Mr. and Mrs. D. Major didn't let such rude behavior from the locals deter them from my garden; as long as I made sure there were always enough hazelnuts to go around, they accepted the fact that they would lose one to the jay every once in a while and kept coming - and thus I got lots of opportunities to photograph them. After two weeks, the pair even surprised me with the most wonderful gift: they brought Junior along and fed him in the fig tree (which you can also see in the clip I linked above: Junior is the one with the red "cap"). It seems my garden is now an integral part of their territory even when I don't feed them, and they visit it every day. But this may also have to do with another change that occurred in my garden in spring '24, namely that I - among many other things - dragged at least two dozen old tree stumps into it, which the woodpeckers love. The only downside is that they feel so territorial about my garden now that they chase away any green woodpeckers that want to come near, which means I don't have a chance to get a photo of those beautiful birds - but I don't wanna complain; I'm more than happy, and I know you just can't win them all. 😊 As always, many thanks for reading and commenting: have a great start into the new week everyone! ❤🙏😊

[soilandsketches]

so I wrote something

I dunno if it’s any good I don’t really write so this is a trial run, if the people like it I’ll post more chapters so here’s the link or you can read past the cut

Word count : 1,120

Welcome Home

The last thing Viktor heard before the whole world went white was Jayce’s almost silent confession of love. He didn't want it to be the last thing he heard. He wanted to say it back. He wanted to kiss him. But before he could do anything everything went dark. No light, no time, no feeling, just nothingness. Then out of nothing was born everything. It was still dark, but there were stars. Viktor gasped and prayed to whoever would listen he and Jayce had returned to the cosmos. He felt a small gust of wind, the itching of grass under his legs. Feeling slowly returned to his body; apparently that included the dull constant ache in his leg and back. Part of him was infuriated. His earthly body returned to its constant sickly state, though he would admit the usual tight pain in his lungs was practically gone. He could breathe without pain. He could breathe without coughing. he could breathe.

He was alive. Viktor sat up quickly, eyes wide he was in the field. That one field he sent Jayce to so long ago, but also so recently. It made his stomach churn, maybe he wasn't as fond of interdimensional travel as he once thought. Endless fields of… green. It wasn't sickeningly lonely. The tall oaks swayed with the wind, flowers remained close to the ground, indicating just the very start of spring. And Jayce, he lay there in the blades of deep green grass. If it weren't for the tattered state of his clothes, he’d look peaceful. Jayce normally had some sort of face on, lips tight or eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

Now his face was smooth, Viktor had to suppress a laugh as soft snores fell from his lips. He rested his hand on Jayce’s chest feeling his heart beat rhythmically through his skin. The very first hints of sunlight began to spill from underneath the darkness of the night. Viktor continued to watch Jayce, noticing the white-silver shine in his hair. It was almost ethereal in a way. He ran his fingers through his hair, it once again rested near his shoulders he could’ve sworn the strands shimmered like starlight. Around his waist was that blanket. That cursed blanket he refused to part with in every stage and every dimension. Though now it had intricate silver detailing near the end of it.

He was quickly pulled from thoughts as the grass rustled, Jayce had begun to wake. It is… much less peaceful than Viktor’s slow comprehension. Jayce springs up and screams then spots Viktor and screams again, breathing heavily for a moment before whispering

“Holy shit. Are we dead?” “I do not feel very dead but I suppose that could be a rouse,” Viktor replies, he isn't sure why but he feels hoarse. Jayce stares at Viktor, eyes darting everywhere. “Your hair–” Jayce starts “Yes, I saw,” Viktor replies “You have them too.”

Jayce breaths heavily for a moment but he smiles, tooth gap prominent. Viktor, despite it all, laughs. Hard. In a way he hasn't since he was a kid, loud and genuine. His nose scrunches and his eyes squint and he smiles. That wonderful mildly crooked smile Jayce has only seen twice since meeting him. Jayce laughs with him, grabbing him by the upper arm and resting their foreheads together

“I don't think I would mind if we are, is that bad to say?”

“I don’t know, though, I will say, the city is surprisingly not far, we could see?”

Jayce is quiet, looking out at the golden rays emerging from the horizon.

“Could we stay a moment?” He asks softly. “Always” Viktor replies, scooting a bit closer to Jayce, he's never been one for physical affection, but Jayce loved it, so Viktor didn't mind one bit when he rested his head on his shoulder, breathing deeply. Rays of sunlight reflected off of the couple’s skin, Jayce’s eyes turned that golden hazel color they did when golden hour approached. Viktor had seen a lot, he’d seen lands rise and fall to his hand, he’s seen breathtaking landscapes and architecture that would give Piltover’s finest designer either an orgasm or a heart attack. But he had never seen a site as purely astonishing as Jayce’s eyes in the gleaming sunlight.

“Jayce?” He questions tenderly.

Jayce hums in response glancing his way. Viktor's hand snakes to the ex-councilman's cheek

“Do me a favor” Viktor starts, pressing their foreheads together once more. “And kiss me.” Jayces eyes widen and his pupils dilate. He lets out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding. Tears prick at his eyes. He grasps Viktor's face and pulls their lips together, one hand winding around to the nape of Viktor’s neck to pull him closer. Viktor laughs against the kiss, tears slowly roll down his cheeks. Jayce finally pulls back after a while

“Even if we are dead,” Viktor begins “This is the most alive I've felt…” he breathes and lets out a low chuckle “In a long… long time” Jayce flushes and pulls away, still holding Viktor’s hands. He looks out at the morning rays. “To the city?” “To the city. Help me up?” Jayce nods eagerly and helps Viktor to his feet. He tries to stand. It doesn't work very well. “Shit!” Viktor spits. He throws his head back in frustration and grips his hair in his hands. “Damn this cursed body,” he murmurs glaring at the sky before putting his weight on one leg his good leg. He has to have one of those again. He supposes he got too comfortable living “normally”, without pain. He knew the pain was there before. He supposed the sickeningly sweet domesticity Jayce enacted had distracted him. Viktor groans, loud. One that turns sort of into a yell for a moment before letting himself collapse back onto the grass, an action he instantly regretted as the impact shot a bolt of pain up his spine. He wants to cry, he feels a little pathetic about it. But Jayce, that stupid, stupid, stupidly kind man is sitting in front of him in an instant.

“I guess we are alive,” He says softly. It makes Viktor want to smack him over the head, he's correct of course the man looks guilty like he made this happen. It obnoxiously enough makes Viktor laugh a bit.

“Nothing to do about it now,” he sighs. “This one time. And I mean one time. You can help me walk over to Piltover,”

Jayce immediately runs over to him holding out his hand. Viktor nods and pulls himself up wrapping an arm around Jayce’s shoulder. Together they begin the trudge towards Piltover, remaining in its forever shimmering glory.

[thewillowofveles]

In the club...but it's with Riven

Stormy recording on her phone: Look at those lovely lovely losers behind me

Riven with his arm around Darcy: ok them

Riven: *caring her bridal style*

Some guys: Ey! what are you gorgeous doing with this pathetic dude?

Stormy: WE HAVE BEEN ASKING THE SA-

Riven: *on his way to beat their shit up*

Stormy: Ain't you gonna do something?

Darcy gazing at Riven adoringly: huh? Oh Riven! Come on it's 2 am we still have time to curse their bloodline!

Riven: Huh?

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Riven: When I said let's spend more time together...

Stormy: You didn't think you would be at the swamp collecting ingredients for a hex?

Stormy: DARCY I AM STARVING CAN YOU HURRY THE FUCK UP!

Darcy: One does not just curse the generations that are yet to come...we are getting melodian spring rolls.

Stormy: FUCK YEAH

Riven: ...*joined Trix because he was promised power and greatness* ... You need help, Angel?

Darcy: *who started to play with spider* No no I am very...focused yeeeeesss

Riven: You saw an insect didn't you?

Darcy: I have everything and there was no insect! It was Arachnid.

Stormy: Small ugly shit anyway let's go!

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Stormy: Oh look at me I am ICY and I am so disappointed in my coven sisters lack of respect for sleep.

Darcy: I don't sleep

Riven: I am in a flight or fight mode.

Stormy: And I sleep when I want!

Darcy: They only gave me double spice sauce;(

Riven: FUCKING insane. AND THIS WHY STORMY WE ONLY GO WHERE THE FOOD IS BURNING THE LIFE OUT OF YOU.

Stormy: You are both FUCKING masochists.

Darcy and Riven: 😈😏❤️

Stormy: THAT'S WHAT I FUCKING MEANT!

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Stormy: Woohoo! 5 am let's go!

Darcy: Icy is going to kill us

Riven: When were you supposed to be back?

Stormy: We weren't supposed to be out in the first place! 😁😆

Riven looks at Darcy: 😏

Darcy: we deserved a break

Riven: From taking over 'magix dimension'

Darcy: Exactly. The constant planning was giving me a migraine.

Riven: *kisses her head*

Stormy: I HAVE JUST EATEN YOU SICK FUCKS! Come one Darc let's rob the kitchen at CT and get cereal!

Darcy: Really Storm cloud?

Stormy: ...CALL ME STORM CLOUD ONE MORE-

Darcy: My sweetest, cutest, adorable Storm cloud ❤️

Stormy: I fucking hate you

Darcy: I love you too ❤️

Riven underneath his nose: and so do I Angel.

[jalapainio]

As I've been reading Comics, I've slowly been assembling a Batman readthrough Timeline, which encompasses the full scale of Batman. I made a post before of years 1-10, but now I have years 1-17 (Sorting them based on eras rather than by dates). Each also includes a canonized Trade Paperback list, for anyone who wants to read this timeline!

(Also this is going to be a long one)

Years 1-10

These years will mostly encompas reprints and post-crisis retells of the Golden and Silver Ages.

Batman Year 1: 22 year old Bruce (first of many soft head cannons) becomes Batman. Many early villains of Batman pop up, including Joker, Catwoman, Mad Hatter, Riddler, and Calendar Man. Canonized Comics include Batman: Year One and Batman: The Brave and the Bold.

Batman Year 2: This year is dedicated entirely to the Long Halloween, which also introduced Poison Ivy, Solomon Grundy, and most famously, Two-Face. Canonized Comics include Batman: The Long Halloween.

Batman Year 3: Much like Year 2, Year 3 is dedicated to its sequel, Dark Victory. In it, a new serial killer known as the Hangman has started killing cops in Gotham. This year sees the end of the classic Mafia in Gotham, and ten year old Dick Grayson being taken in by Bruce Wayne. While he does put on the Robin colors and even goes out with Batman, he is not Robin just yet. Canonized Comics include Batman: Dark Victory.

Batman Year 4: This year gives the main focus towards training Dick. We can also assume that the Justice League, or at least a version of it, has been formed during this year. In addition, Killer Croc is introduced. Also, Batman, Superman, and Wonderwoman meet. Canonized Comics include Batman/Superman/Wonder Woman: Trinity

Batman Year 5: The beginning of year five starts with a bang, with Darkside invading earth. The Original Justice League is formed. I used the basis of the New 52 Justice League 1: Origin as a starting point, and until I can find a better comic, that is the ‘origin’ of the Justice League. While most of the year is like the one above, a calm year for Batman, at the end of year, 12 year old Dick wears the Robin suit for the technically second time. He is the one who makes his suit, angry at Bruce for forcing him through constant training as a stall to prevent Dick from going out. Canonized Comics include Justice League 1: Origin and Robin and Batman.

Batman Year 6: Dick goes through his next big villain during the spring of this year, facing off against Two-Face. After a brief moment when he is fired as Robin, he returns to the Cape, this time with a new perspective on his role. Canonized Comics include Robin Year One.

Batman Year 7: Dick, while working with Batman, notices Bruce's strange behavior. Collaborating with his other teen heroes he met in Year 5, he figures out that the entire Justice League is acting weird! Together, the five (Robin, Speedy, Kid Flash, Aqualad, and Wondergirl) team up and work together to take down the Justice League! They called themselves the Teen Titans. Later, Barbara Gordon, 16 years old and an accelerated graduate of College (she has to be not on a normal track, or else her entire relationship with Dick would just be so weird) puts on a bat themed costume to spite her father, and ends up going against Killer Moth. Batgirl, as she's newly christrained, is supported by Robin (but not Batman) to become a superhero. Firefly takes up the costume with Killer Moth, and Batgirl takes them down. Canonized Comics include Teen Titans: Year One and Batgirl: Year One

Batman Year 8: Batman and Superman work together to defeat the Devil Nazha, which ends up with Dick being stuck in time. Bruce rescues him. Also, sometime this year something went down between Dick and Supergirl, but I cannot for the life of me figure it out. Canonized Comics include Batman/Superman World's Finest: Devil Nazha

Batman Year 9: Batman and Superman deal with a new superhero from another dimension and travel around the world to “have their strangest adventures yet.” Idk what that means, but I do know they fit on the Timeline right here. Canonized Comics include, Batman/Superman World's Finest: Strange Visitor and Batman/Superman World's Finest: Elementary.

Batman Year 10: 17 year old Dick and the rest of the Teen Titans fight off a rabid cult of fans! Again, I haven't read it, but I want to. Canonized Comics include World's Finest Teen Titans.

Alright, you still with me? Good. Here is years 11-17. These years mostly encompass the 80s and 90s Batman and the first three robins.

Batman Year 11: The New Teen Titans are formed! While I'm not including the titans book, the New Teen Titans, as it is pre-crisis, many of the events still happen. Mainly, Starfire, Raven, and Cyborg join the team. Canonized Comics include N/A

Batman Year 12: Bruce gets concerned that Dick is spending too much time torn between several different responsibilities, between College, the Teen Titans, and helping Batman as Robin. In a fit of anger, and oh boy how I hate that phrase and how it perfectly describes what happened here, he fires Dick as Robin. Dick goes on to become Nightwing, and 12-Years-Old Jason Todd is taken in as the New Robin. Canonized Comics include Nightwing: Year One

Batman Year 13: Unlike Dick, Jason gets thrust into his role as Robin. He learns of his father's true fate; that he was killed by Two-Face. Going out of his way he almost kills Two-Face, but decides not to. Canonized Comics include N/A (I tried so hard, but I could not find the comics referenced in Death in the Family. Oh well!)

Batman Year 14: Jason and Bruce fight off a cult led by the mad Dean Blackfire. Bruce gets brainwashed, reminds himself why he fights, and then destroys the totem that controlled the cult. Barbara Gordon also retires from Batgirl this year. Canonized comics include Batman: The Cult

Batman Year 15: Barbara Gordon is shot by the Joker, and becomes paralyzed for life. In addition Jason finds out that his mother is still alive, and goes off to find her. This ends with him being beaten to death with a crowbar by the Joker. Bruce goes into a fit of grief, putting himself into more and more danger, until 6 months later, 13-Year-Old Tim Drake takes up the mantle. Canonized Comics include Batman: The Killing Joke, Batman: Death in the Family and Batman: A Lonely Place of Dying (Sometimes these stories are sold together, sometimes separately).

Batman Year 16: Oh boy. Here's the first hearty year. Firstly, Tim goes to train with Shiva for a couple of months. While this happens, Superman dies. Tim returns home. Bruce meets Azrael, and they fight before Azreal joins Batman’s crusade. As Bruce and Tim start to figure out their relationship, Bane comes into the city, breaks every criminal out of Arkham, and breaks Bruce's Back. Bruce leaves to go on a trip to rediscover himself, and Azrael becomes the next Batman, kicking Robin out of the Batcave and becoming more and more ruthless. Tim goes off and meets Spoiler, his girlfriend, and defeats the Cluemaster. Bruce begins to Travel all around the world, learning how to cure his back. Canonized Comics include Robin: Reborn, Batman: Sword of Azrael, Batman: Knightfall, Robin: Solo and Batman: Knightquest

Batman Year 17: He returns after doing so, defeating Azrael and establishing himself as Top Dog once more. He takes a quick break, letting Dick Grayson take a quick stint as Batman, before returning to the role of Nightwing and moving to Bludhaven. Also important to note, though no comics here reference it, the Birds of Prey begin here. Soon after this, however, a virus spreads throughout Gotham, causing the entire city to go on Lockdown. They defeat the one who caused the virus, and another crossover ends. During this year (Not Sure exactly when), Batman’s failsafe gets released, and Batman is voted out of the Justice League. Canonized Comics include Batman: KnightsEnd, Batman: Prodigal, Robin Turning Point, Batman: Contagion and JLA: Tower of Babel

I’ll be making a few more Batman Timelines after this, adding on Years 18 and 19 (No Man’s Land and War Games), Years 20 and 21 (Damian, Jason, and Bruce’s Death), Years 22 and 23 (Return of Bruce Wayne and New 52), and Year 24 (Rebirth). But each of these are hearty as I try and narrow down the top 15 comics to include for each.

[thecreaturecodex]

Siktempora, Triumph

Image © Paizo Publishing. Accessed at Archives of Nethys here

[The triumph siktempora might be my favorite of that flavor of outsider. Look at how smug he is! What a jerk.]

Siktempora, Triumph CR 14 LN Outsider (extraplanar) This creature resembles a small humanoid with four arms and too many joints in their legs. They wear a robe of gold and various medals and badges. Their face is locked into a triumphant grin, never adjusting or changing expression.

Triumph siktemporas are created on the Dimension of Time as reflections of great emotional satisfaction for a job well done. Anything from winning a war to successfully removing a particularly onerous splinter can theoretically spawn a triumph siktempora. They travel the planes in search of victories, as they see their sense of purpose in always striving to win or die trying. Athletics competitions and pitched battles are natural habitats for a triumph siktempora, but they may also intervene in legal battles or other contests of skill. Triumph siktemporas believe in following the rules of a competition very strictly, and go out of their way to punish cheaters and those who manipulate luck.

A triumph siktempora fights with their fists and feet rather than with teeth or claws or manufactured weapons (although they will engage in weapon duels if challenged). They are fond of combat maneuvers, especially against single targets, and are skilled wrestlers despite their small size. Although their facial expressions rarely change, they can add a thrust of emotional energy to their smug grins that literally harms their opponents psychically. Triumph siktemporas are somewhat disdainful of creatures without naturally rapid healing, like themselves, and often go out of their way to harass anyone healing themselves or others.

A triumph siktempora typically stands about three feet tall, and may be mistaken for halflings or gnomes. They rarely disguise themselves intentionally, unless entering a masquerade or other costume contest.

Triumph Siktempora      CR 14 XP 38,400 LN Small outsider (extraplanar, lawful, siktempora) Init +9; Senses darkvision 60 ft., Perception +25 Aura cheaters never prosper (50 ft., Will DC 23)

Defense AC 29, touch 20, flat-footed 24(+1 size, +1 dodge, +4 Dex, +4 insight, +9 natural) hp 189 (18d10+90); fast healing 15 Fort +16, Ref +15, Will +10 DR 10/good or orichalcum; Immune disease, mind-influencing effects, pain, poison

Offense Speed 60 ft., air walk Melee unarmed strike +27/+22/+17/+12 or +25/+25/+20/+20/+15/+15/+10 (2d6+8) Special Attacks burst of uncanny speed, clinch victory, pugilist training, winning smile Spell-like Abilities CL 14th, concentration +19 Constant—air walk At will—temporal jaunt 1/day—plane shift (self only)

Statistics Str 26, Dex 18, Con 20, Int 19, Wis 19, Cha 21 Base Atk +18; CMB +25 (+27 disarm, grapple, trip); CMD 40 (42 vs. disarm, grapple, trip) Feats Combat Reflexes,Dodge, Improved Disarm, Improved Grapple, Improved Trip, Improved Unarmed Strike (B), Mobility, Power Attack, Step Up, Spring Attack, Whirlwind Attack (B) Skills Acrobatics +21 (+33 when jumping), Climb +29, Diplomacy +23, Heal +22, Intimidate +23, Knowledge (planes) +25, Perception +25, Perform (any one) +26, Sense Motive +25, Swim +29 Languages Aklo (cannot speak); telepathy 300 ft.

Ecology Environment any land (Dimension of Time) Organization solitary, pair or ceremony (3-6) Treasure incidental

Special Abilities Burst of Uncanny Speed (Su) On the first round of combat, a triumph siktempora moves as if it were affected by a haste spell. It can use Whirlwind Attack on this first round of combat as a standard action, making one melee attack or combat maneuver at its highest base attack bonus against each opponent within reach. Cheaters Never Prosper (Su) A creature gaining a luck bonus to any die rolls, or gaining a reroll from luck effects (such as the Luck domain or the fortune hex) within 50 feet of a triumph siktempora must make a DC 23 Will save or be staggered for 1 round. The save DC is Charisma based. Clinch Victory (Su) A triumph siktempora can make an attack of opportunity against any creature taking an action to heal itself, even if that action (like a channel energy or using a wand) does not normally provoke attacks of opportunity. Pugilist Training (Ex) A triumph siktempora gains Improved Unarmed Strike as a bonus feat. It deals damage with its unarmed strikes, and gains access to the flurry of blows ability, as if it were a monk with character levels equal to its Hit Dice. Temporal Jaunt (Sp) As a standard action, a triumph siktempora can vanish into the time stream, reappearing in another location. This ability functions as dimension door (so a typical triumph siktempora can jaunt up to 960 feet), but the siktempora can take other actions that round after reappearing, and the destination must be in a location the siktempora could reach normally by walking. Temporal jaunts are not true teleportation—the siktempora simply travels to a later point in the time stream—so the ability can be used in areas that bar teleportation effects; however, in such areas a siktempora can travel only a distance equal to its speed. Temporal Sense (Ex) A siktempora can sense all the possible futures of the coming seconds. This grants it an insight bonus on its Initiative checks and to its Armor Class equal to its Wisdom bonus (+5 for the typical triumph siktemporas). Winning Smile (Su) As a standard action, a triumph siktempora can flash a smile at an enemy within 15 feet. The creature targeted takes 10d6 points of damage, and all of its attacks deal nonlethal damage against the siktempora for the next round. A successful DC 23 Will save halves the damage and negates the nonlethal damage effect. This is a mind-influencing emotion effect, and the save DC is Charisma based.

[racke7]

Two decades of World-building

Over two decades ago, as a prepubescent child, I invented a setting for OCs (a word I didn't even know at the time).

(Continuation under the cut, because... trying to summarize 2+ decades of lore isn't super-easy.)

The basics of it amounted to "super-powered family", where I'd mess around with one generation, get bored, and then say "and then they had kids", leaving me with an entire new generation to mess around with.

As a result of this, "being orphans" became such a hallmark of the setting that I had to invent lore for it. Not helped by the fact that "power-scaling" had gone completely haywire along the way.

I also ended up developing a lot of world-lore for the setting as a whole, because of a wide range of events. But one of the things that always amused me was that the family had a single ironclad law.

"Anything for love"

Which sounds great until you realize that this is a translation of a few kind of deranged concepts. Which implies that this is more of an "open-ended Deal with the Devil", than a cute declaration of queer-rights.

(Their language also equates "sunlight" / "death" / "love" as the same (good) concept, and "madness" / "rot" / "boredom" as the same (bad) concept. Which means that their law can also translate to "I'll do anything you want, so please kill me". Which is... in-character.)

Going back to explain the orphan-lore, it does actually make sense. Kind of. See, they were never human, for all that they sometimes had kids with them. And since they're not from the same species, this doesn't make any kind of biological sense (not even including the ones who had children with demons, angels, cats, The Concept Of The End Of All Existence, and undead).

So, rather than relying on biology, they "resonate" the songs of their souls. A process which basically shakes them apart until they're a shadow of their former selves, but causes a new life to rise from the ashes.

(Having kids is actually considered something of a dick-move, culturally. On behalf of forcing the child to be alive without a clear path to their own death. But it's basically at "no ethical consumption under capitalism"-levels.)

Now, as you might expect from the constant "death = good". They're immortal.

Specifically, they're the kind of immortals who will get bored and more bored, and then even more bored. To the point where they often describe it as "being eaten alive by maggots" until they're driven insane (turning into something unrecognizable to themselves, as the maggots take them away, piece by piece).

This is why they're so desperate for death (an end before they turn into something horrific), and in turn so desperate for love (the easiest path to death, as trying to resonate with someone you don't love is pretty much impossible).

(With some of the power-disparities that have popped up in the generations, it's also common for there to be "sworn deaths", where someone basically vows to murder the other if they start to lose themselves. But again, because of those power-disparities, this is usually very one-sided and as such kind of dick-move to spring on someone.)

Now as for the world that they live in?

First there was the Ocean Of Nothingness, eternal and unchanging and Nothing. Then there was the World of Chaos, a primordial kind of world filled with existences constantly fighting each other (heat and cold, etc).

Some of those existences grew weary of the constant battle and created the World of Life, and in turn the World of Death formed as well. The two worlds battled until they were both hollowed-out shadows of themselves, at which point a group came together and created a world where everyone could live without fighting their opposite.

The World of Dimensions, where existences and worlds are separated into neat little pockets of reality, allowing people to live their lives without having to constantly battle others.

(This is where hell-dimensions and high-school and wizard-wars and anything else you can imagine exists. And obviously also where the inevitable crossovers happen.)

Everyone was pretty happy with this arrangement, but there were a lot of bickering between the different dimensions, which resulted in the Council of Balance being established. A kind of "UN" with... about as much actual ability to do things.

(The Council very much dislike the family, because of a number of reasons and even more actual events. But considering how things have turned out when they tried to pick a fight with them, the Council is also not stupid enough to make contact unless first provoked.)

Still, this weird kind of "tower" of Worlds inside of the Ocean Of Nothingness, has lead to a kind of... in-between. A soap-bubble border between Nothingness and reality where both kind of leak into each other. Don't go there. It's not a good time.

(Sometimes, things escape from that place, that "Abyss". And those things are usually the kind of things that eat worlds. So people are pretty keen on killing them when they pop up.)

Anyway, this was all well and good until a member of the family managed to break out of the World of Chaos, dragging that world onto the "surface" of the Ocean Of Nothingness, and discovering "infinite islands" just like their own.

(If you wondered about the guy who had a kid with the Concept Of The End Of All Existence, it wasn't this guy, but it was a guy who came after and who very much fucked the Ocean Of Nothingness. Don't worry about it.)

(As a side-note, being descendants of the Ocean Of Nothingness is the generally accepted reasoning for why the family bleeds black. And why their blood is considered the spiritual equivalent of anti-matter.)

Needless to say about the fantastic power-scaling I was working with at this point, the family created the Throne Before The Ocean. And in order to sit upon it you basically had to defeat all of the monsters of those other islands too.

Which worked out to a new name grabbing the Throne every now and then, but rarely keeping it for long, until someone too insanely strong grabbed the Throne and got bored with the lack of challenge. Upon which they decided to crack the sky open like an egg.

(They go down under the title of "Horizon Breaker" and are considered to be the closest thing anyone has come to literally ending all of Existence. Their comment on the matter was "oops". The cracks on the sky remain there until this day.)

There are literally hundreds of stories here, told over the span of most of my life. Some of them are "cringe", some funny, some sad, some heartwarming, and some disturbing.

But I believe that that's a topic for a different time.

[tawakkull]

SPIRITUALITY IN ISLAM: PART 5:  MUHASABA (SELF-CRITICISM OR SELF-INTERROGATION)

Muhasaba literally means reckoning, settling accounts, and self-interrogation. In a spiritual context, however, it takes on the additional meaning of the self-criticism of a believer who constantly analyzes his or her deeds and thoughts in the hope that correcting them will bring him or her closer to God.

Such a believer thanks God for the good he or she has done, and tries to erase his or her sins and deviation by imploring God for forgiveness and amending his or her errors and sins through repentance and remorse. Muhasaba is the very important and serious attempt of asserting one’s personal loyalty to God.

It is recorded by Muhy al-Din ibn al-‘Arabi, author of al-Futuhat al-Makkiya (The Makkan Conquests), that during the early centuries of Islam, righteous people would either write down or memorize their daily actions, thoughts, and words, and then analyze and criticize themselves for any evil or sin they had committed. They did this to protect themselves from the storms of vanity and the whirls of self-pride. They would ask God’s forgiveness after this self-analysis, and would repent sincerely so that they might be protected against future error and deviation. Then they would prostrate in thankfulness to God for the meritorious deeds or words that the Almighty had created through them.

Self-criticism may also be described as seeking and discovering one’s inner and spiritual depth, and exerting the necessary spiritual and intellectual effort to acquire true human values and to develop the sentiments that encourage and nourish them.

This is how one distinguishes between good and bad, beneficial and harmful, and how one maintains an upright heart. Furthermore, it enables a believer to evaluate the present and prepare for the future. Again, self-criticism enables a believer to make amends for past mistakes and be absolved in the sight of God, for it provides a constant realization of self-renewal in one’s inner world. Such a condition enables one to achieve a steady relationship with God, for this relationship depends on a believer’s ability to live a spiritual life and remain aware of what takes place in his or her inner world. Success results in the preservation of one’s celestial nature as a true human being, as well as the continual regeneration of one’s inner senses and feelings.

A believer, in his or her spiritual and daily life, cannot be indifferent to self-criticism. On the one hand, he or she tries to revive his or her ruined past with the breezes of hope and mercy blown by such Divine calls as:

Repent to God (24:31)

and:

Turn to Your Lord repentant (39:54),

which come from the worlds beyond and echo in his or her conscience. On the other hand, warnings as frightening as thunderbolts and as exhilarating as mercy are contained in such verses as:

O you who believe! Fear God and observe your duty to Him. And let every soul consider what it has prepared for the morrow (59:18)

bring the believer to his or her senses and make one alert once again (against committing new sins). In such a condition, a believer is defended against all kinds of evil, as if enclosed behind locked doors.

Taking each moment of life to be a time of germination in spring, a believer seeks ever-greater depth in his or her spirit and heart with insight and consciousness arising from belief. Even if a believer is sometimes pulled down by the carnal dimension of his or her being and falters, he or she is always on the alert, as is stated in:

Those who fear God and observe His commandments, when a passing stroke from Satan troubles them, they immediately remember (God), and lo! they are all aware (7:201).

Self-criticism resembles a lamp in the heart of a believer, a warner and a well-wishing adviser in his or her conscience.

Every believer uses it to distinguish what is good and evil, beautiful and ugly, pleasing and displeasing to God. Through the guidance of this well-wishing adviser, the believer surmounts all obstacles, however seemingly insurmountable, and reaches the desired destination.

Self-criticism attracts Divine mercy and favor, which enables one to go deeper in belief and servanthood, to succeed in practicing Islam, and to attain nearness to God and eternal happiness.

It also prevents one from falling into despair, which will ultimately lead to reliance on personal acts of worship to be saved from Divine punishment in the Hereafter.

As self-criticism opens the door to spiritual peace and tranquillity, it also causes one to fear God and His punishment.

In the hearts of those who constantly criticize themselves and call themselves to account for their deeds, this Prophetic warning is always echoed:

If you knew what I know, you would laugh little but weep a lot. [ Al-Bukhari, “Kusuf,” 2; Muslim, “Salat,” 112; Abu ‘Isa Muhammad ibn ‘Isa al-Tirmidhi, “Kusuf,” in Sunan, 4 vols. (Beirut, n.d.), 2. ]

Self-criticism, which gives rise to both peacefulness and fear in one’s heart, continuously inspires anxiety in the hearts of those who are fully aware of the heavy responsibility they feel the anxiety voiced as in:

If only I had been a tree cut into pieces. [ Al-Tirmidhi, “Zuhd,” 9; Muhammad ibn Yazid al-Qazwini Ibn Maja, “Zuhd,” in Sunan, 2 vols. (Egypt, 1952), 19. ]

Self-criticism causes the believer to always feel the distress and strain expressed in:

Earth seemed constrained to them for all its vastness, and their own souls straitened to them (9:118).

The verse:

Whether you make known what is in your souls or hide it, God will bring you to account for it (2:284)

resounds in every cell of their brains, and they groan with utterances like:

I wish my mother had not given birth to me! [ Muhammad Ibn Sa’d, Al Tabaqat al-Kubra, 8 vols. (Beirut, 1980), 3:360. ]

While it is difficult for everyone to achieve this degree of self-criticism, it is also difficult for those who do not do so [to be sure that they will be able] to live today better than yesterday, and tomorrow better than today. Those who are crushed between the wheels of time, whose present day is not better than the preceding one, cannot perform well their duties pertaining to the afterlife.

Constant self-criticism and self-reprimand show the perfection of one’s belief.

Everyone who has planned his or her life to reach the horizon of a perfect, universal human being is conscious of this life and spends every moment of it struggling with himself or herself. Such a person demands a password or a visa from whatever occurs to his or her heart and mind. Self-control against the temptations of Satan or the excitement of temper are practiced, and words and actions are carefully watched. Self-criticism is constant, even for those acts that seem most sensible and acceptable. Evening reviews of words and actions during the day are the rule, as are morning resolutions to avoid sins. A believer knits the “lace of his or her life” with the “threads” of self-criticism and self-accusation. [ 7 In other words, all moments of one’s life are spent in self-criticism and con-stant awareness of what one says and does.Mar 1992, Vol 14, Issue 158 ]

So long as a believer shows such loyalty and faithfulness to the Lord and lives in such humility, the doors of heaven will be thrown open and an invitation will be extended: Come, O faithful one. You have intimacy with Us. This is the station of intimacy. We have found you a faithful one. Every day he or she is honored with a new, heavenly journey in the spirit. It is God Himself Who swears by such a purified soul in: Nay, I swear by the self-accusing soul! (75:2).

[ad-astra-per-aspera-1389]

continuing the saga of Peter's mental calculations, I think we're looking at k as the spring constant (bc he's gonna launch himself using the tree like a slingshot base) (which also kinda implies he knows the spring constant value of his webbing, which is pretty cool)

But then besides that, I think he's using the lowercase cursive L for length, and the h for height, and x is position. He's calculating his final position using his own mass, gravity, the distance he's covering, the spring constant, and the dimensions of the "slingshot", or the tree.

[firediamondsv]

Thoughts on Intensity, Part One

Intense Emotion

Very strong emotion that needs to be expressed in the moment, that's impossible to hold back. Can also be used to describe the gradual buildup of emotion that can become intense emotion.

The State of My Intensity When Valtor and I Stopped Hating Each Other

In spring 2012, during my first year of high school, my left knee started inexplicably hurting. The pain persisted for months, so I eventually went to a doctor. He didn't know what was wrong with me, so I went to another, and another. My Dad was working for a health insurance company at the time, so thankfully my family had good insurance. I'd see as many doctors as it would take to figure out what was wrong with me - why I was feeling pain that wouldn't go away, that was ruining my life.

No one understood the constant misery I felt, or that the way that I experience emotion meant that any additional negative emotion could cause the pain to increase. Being assigned a big project for school would cause me to be overwhelmed by stress before the pain started, so with it, it was even worse. Sometimes I'd cry silently at my desk. It was horrible, and no one understood what I was going through.

The conflict in Naomi raged on through the summer and into the fall. I started my sophomore year of high school still miserable. I continued to be misunderstood by my family, my friends across all dimensions, even my therapist. Without the words to describe what I was feeling, I was stuck. Thankfully, that all changed.

I encountered Valtor again in fall 2012, we stopped hating each other, and eventually, he asked if he could spend more time with me. In that moment, I decided to open up more to him and complained about my pain and misery. I knew that he has a very different relationship to pain than most humans, so I didn't expect that he'd be able to relate. Maybe he couldn't to that part, but he knew what it felt like to experience constant misery, a gradual buildup of negative emotion. He understood how certain things could suddenly make that constant misery worse, how people only saw those extreme reactions and not all the smaller events that caused that emotion to build up in the first place. He understood intensity. He understood me. I probably wouldn't have been able to make it through my sophomore year without him.

Spring 2013, I finally found a doctor who knew what was wrong with me. I was diagnosed with CRPS, a type of chronic pain usually localized to one part of the body, that would eventually become fibromyalgia. The pain persists, but so does that understanding, and I wouldn't have been able to deal with it without Valtor in my life.

[entamewitchlulu]

There's several on there I'm curious about but imma narrow it down a bit ^^; I saw Dragonriders and Dragon x Slayer and got all jazzed cause Dragons. Unicorn Field Guide and Arc of Magic sounds interesting, but then I spotted Lancer Yoko and almost shot out of my seat, PLEASE tell me about it. (also a bit unrelated but I love that I recognise several of these titles/au's. all of em are great too)

Thank you so much!! I'll happily talk about all of them lol.

(ask me about one of my wips and i'll tell you about it)

Putting this under a cut cause it'll get long

Starting with the one that's the least fleshed out, the Dragonriders AU is, well. it's a dragonrider au lol. All the main Arc V characters have dragons, and it's a fantasy world that semi-similar to something like Eragon crossed with Dragonriders of Pern, but you know, legally distinct.

I was doing designs for some of the dragons for them, like translating Odd-Eyes into a more traditional looking dragon and such. I didn't really have too much more to go on, so it might end up being more an aesthetic doodle thing than a fully fleshed project, but i dare to dream lol.

Dragon x Slayer is a sort of original fantasy world with Arc V characters, where there is this mountain range where the kingdom of dragons is, and it's cut off from the rest of the world by a magical barrier that prevents dragons from leaving. It was put there hundreds of years ago after a war between humans and dragons that the dragons supposedly lost, ending up with them being sealed away. Meanwhile, in the human world, adept humans go to an academy to learn how to be slayers, to kill dragons that manage to pass through the barrier before they can kill humans.

The longest story short, the dragon boys are all of course dragons in this au, with the ability to shift into human forms. They are the sons of the dragon king Zarc, who has become dangerously unstable since the barrier was erected. The dragon boys each find their own ways to sneak out from under Zarc's increasingly strict eye in order to explore, and one by one they all meet humans for various reasons, who come to learn that the dragons aren't necessarily as dangerous as they were led to believe. Reiji, for example, is a top of his class slayer who was tasked to enter the barrier and kill a dragon as part of his graduation exam, but he was injured during his time in the mountains and rescued/nursed back to health by Yuya.

The basic crux of this one is that the leaders of both factions (Zarc and Leo) are becoming increasingly warlike against each other while the people underneath them are trying to find ways to make connections with each other and mend the rift between the two kingdoms.

The Unicorn Field Guide is in its most basic early stages, but this one is basically one of those fun fake field guides a la Dragonology about my concept for unicorns in my fantasy universe. Basically, unicorns are a universal constant that seem to spring up out of nothing and are anthropomorphized concepts of natural forces (stars, trees, oceans, etc), and the field guide is like a scientist going around to different dimensions and cataloging all the unicorns they find there. This is mostly an excuse for me to get to draw lots of unicorns lol.

Arc of Magic is another Arc V AU lol. this time it's a retelling of my favorite middle grade fantasy series, Avalon Web of Magic. Basically, Yuzu, Ruri, and Selena (Rin joins up later) are regular girls from the real world who are tasked to become mages in order to defend another fantasy world from the destructive spread of the Sorceress and her corruptive magic that is killing the magical animals. Also Yuya is a ferret.

Lancer Yoko is a canon divergence where after the events of the Battle Royale, Yoko marches up to Reiji and pretty much demands that he let her join up with everyone because like hell is she letting Yuya go off on his own and she needs to go get Yuzu back for Shuzo anyway (girl's practically her daughter tbf lol). She mostly acts as a sort of coach/trainer for the other Lancers and helps Reiji develop unique action fields for each of them (because i think crossover, while a function of the story and also easy to animate, is boring) that play to their strengths to help them have an edge over their opponents.

I didn't get very far with my notes for this one, but I think I'd still have her separated from Yuya at the prison arc, cause as much as I love her I don't think Yuya would really grow if his mom was hovering over him too much lol. Instead I think she'd get teleported along to wherever Reiji was in Synchro arc because on the other hand, Reiji stands to benefit immensely from having a real mother hovering over him lolllllllll

thank you for asking :)

[aestheticvoyage2024]

Day 74: Thursday March 14, 2024 - "Spring Break!"

On Spring Break, the Cordova girls were in Tucson today and they snatched William up for an afternoon playdate at WildKatz. Mama, on a six day work double, knowing that I would feast on that gift, worked it out with her sister to give me this whole afternoon to myself. What a complete treat. Not that I don't love being a Dad, and how fun this 33 month old is - - its just brutal to be on your own every day when Audrie is at work, feeling like there is none of that much needed "me time" - and so what I did I do with today's blessing? Laid in the sun and meditated for a bit, and then stepped into the invite to get into better health, digging my nice gym shoes out from under the bed, and strapping in for a productive time on the elliptical at LA Fitness. The check in guy was nice and didn't mention anything about how I hadn't been there since last May - I suppose it doesnt matter. What really matters is that I was given the gift of time today by my in-laws. And I invested that gift in taking the important first step and pushing mysefl up and over that challenging first obstacle. All down hill from here. At the end of tonight, I was so incredibly grateful for this mid-week break and ready to take on the back half of this run with vigor and alacrity - for myself, and my family.

Song: Huey Lewis And The News - Heart and Soul

Quote: "We have a word for that in Japanese. It’s called ma. Emptiness. It’s there intentionally. (claps hands) The time in between my clapping is ma. If you just have non-stop action with no breathing space at all, it’s just busyness. But if you take a moment, then the tension building…can grow into a wider dimension. If you just have constant tension all the time you just get numb… What really matters is the underlying emotions…that you never let go of those." ~Hayao Miyazaki

[clockhandskit]

Desire a Non-Ticking Second Hand?

A non-ticking second hand is the by-product of using a continuous sweep clock movement, which not just does not jerk as well as time out, yet likewise does not make a noise. The non-ticking second hand is much less preferred than one might anticipate, perhaps as a result of the absence of particular desirable additional attributes, yet also possibly because of an easy lack of knowledge. Even so, the smooth and also peaceful change is liked by some and ideal for sure scenarios.

The non-ticking second hand is feasible only with the modern digital clock electric motor technology. When wrist watches were mechanical, pendulums and also escapements were frequently, if not constantly, integrated right into the timekeeping operation, and also their back-and-forth steps were equated right into the jerky movement of the second hand. The electronic motion, on the other hand, does all operations in software, providing it far more flexible and versatile.

This means that we can create a quiet second hand or a ticking one with equivalent simplicity; it's simply a matter of programs. The sounds of old clocks were made directly, or as adverse effects from an operation. The audios of brand-new clocks are synthetic, probably waveforms stored in memory, as well as they appear because the program instructs them to sound.

For the mechanical clock, points needed to be tweaked just right to make the timing exact. The factors most impacting timing were the size of the pendulum, the degree of its swing, as well as the torque related to the flywheel. The escapement as well as its parameters were coupled with the pendulum in the effort to have the pendulum switch instructions in exactly half a second.

The force behind the turning of the flywheel was hanging weights or curled springs, and these necessarily had to be periodically reset. Furthermore, any type of add-on attributes (cuckoos, chimes, expanded time display) were likewise mechanical, often ingeniously so. Digital electric motors eliminated all the stuff of weights, equipments, pendulums, etc, deriving their power source from quickly vibrating quartz crystals.

The resonating vibration takes place when a voltage decline is placed across the crystal, as well as the regularity of resonance is really precise (constant). What emanates from the crystal is a stream of pulses, which can be counted by software program as well as stored in digital signs up. The pulse train is a lot, much faster than a second, yet via neighborhood it is feasible to track elapsed secs, mins, as well as hours.

Since the operation is in software, it can be embedded on a silicon chip, consequently reducing its minimal dimension to less than an inch. Hardware for mounting the electric motor, cylindrical hand shafts, as well as the battery are the real variables identifying physical size. Moreover, there is virtually no limitation in regards to performance, since if it can be explained algorithmically it can be understood in software program.

Nevertheless, the opportunity of furnishing all kind of new features on a clock doesn't always suggest that individuals require them, specifically if they are set in their ways or oblivious that the brand-new features are readily available. A case in point is that people have grown familiar with the distinct step-motion used tick that goes back to the age of mechanical wrist watches, even though such movement is purely an artifact resulting from pendulum-escapement combinations and not essential for electronic motors. They evidently see no demand to visit a non-ticking second hand, although the sound may irritate them in the evening.

However, in time points may change as humans alter their minds. Clock components vendors give the alternative for a continuous sweep second hand on a lot of their motions, so the feature is always there.

While you are thinking about purchasing a quiet clock motion, it is worth your while to discover other features used by distributors. It is feasible to develop a timepiece that will blow people's minds. It all begins with wanting a non-ticking second hand.

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