#Estimation Notes

[blueskittlesart]

a little preview of my first-semester senior thesis, Lady Cottontail: Knight of the Warren! It's a middle-grade graphic novel following a rabbit knight and her journey through multiple animal kingdoms to find her warren's kidnapped princess. this is just a taste of the full thing, which right now comes in at 46 pages for just act 1! I plan to continue it next semester of course but working on it for the last few months has really given me a new love for these characters. and a new hatred for drawing trees. i drew so many trees. anyway :) i hope you like it lol

[myriadebleue]

the last of the tgcf text posts

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[optimisticgardenhologram]

So...while looking at Near's shopping list I'm wondering, is this rate of consumerism normal for Near? Or was he going extra hard in toy and hobby purchases to deal with the stress of the Kira case?

Do we think Near has a shopping addiction, or...?

[rottmnt-residuum]

I just realized we haven't seen Raph in a while. Is he okay?

he's fine, physically. ish.

[ghostieboii]

Helloo Sherlock & Co fandom, this is the only time I'm contributing anything I think lol. I love Joe he's my favorite character and I'll definitely never hear from him again but it's okay I'll keep his spirit alive through the power of not shutting the hell up about him

and uhh I'll put my art I've done under a cut so this post isn't too annoying to scroll past lol

[miabebe]

Progress Tracker

Completed

Camp Seventeen Chapter 2 - Greek Demigod AU! Smut, Angst, Action Word Count - 13K Status - completed and posted (04/10/2024)

Halloween Hearsay (1) Jeonghan - Psych thriller, Smut, Dark themes Word Count - 3.9K Status - completed and posted (25/10/2024)

Halloween Hearsay (2) Seungcheol - Psych thriller, Smut, Dark themes Word Count - 6K Status - completed and posted (29/10/2024)

Camp Seventeen Chapter 3 - Greek Demigod AU! Smut, Angst, Action Word Count - 16K Status - completed and posted (08/11/2024)

Halloween Hearsay (3) Joshua - Psych thriller, Smut, Dark themes Word Count - 14K Status - completed and posted (01/12/2024)

Camp Seventeen Chapter 4 - Greek Demigod AU! Smut, Angst, Action Word Count - 17.5K Status - completed and posted (20/12/2024)

Reverse Trope Series (4) Jun Pt.1 - Smut, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Crack Word Count - 12K Status - First half posted on 19th February

Ongoing

I Am What I Am (Ch.9) - Changkyun Mafia series, Smut, Angst, Action, Violence, Mature themes Status - 4.5K (Ongoing) Estimated date of posting - Undecided

Two Many Beds - Seungcheol reverse trope series continuation, smut, angst Status - 5K (Ongoing) Estimated date of posting - Undecided

Reverse Trope Series (4) Jun Pt.2 - Smut, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Crack Status - 4K (Ongoing) Estimated date of posting - Undecided

[idrellegames]

For anyone curious about Episode 3's status... it is now longer than Episode 1.

[twilight-zoned-out]

Things I noticed about The Great Gatsby that might help put the book in perspective:

-It takes place during Prohibition. Although the book is constantly filled with people drinking, the making and selling of alcohol was technically illegal and had been since 1920.

(Note: this is also why everyone gets mad at Daisy when she wants mint julep when they get to the hotel. Unless they smuggle in alcohol from home, it’s a ridiculous thing to ask.)

-1920′s humor included absurdism and wit, which combined humor and intelligence or ‘sharp’ intelligence. Daisy makes witty comments throughout the book. When she talks about Ferdie in a ridiculous way and Nick continues the conversation as if he thinks she is being serious, they are essentially joking with each other in the conventional way of the period.

-Nick is older than Tom, Daisy, and Jordan. He is not only an outsider in terms of location and wealth, but in terms of a (slightly) older culture looking in on the newer generation. When Nick leaves Jordan with the comment that he is “5 years too old to lie to [himself] and call it honor,” his insult carries extra weight because he is saying she is too young to mature herself enough for a reasonable conversation.

-It takes place after World War I, during a time when the US aggressively pursued an isolationist stance. The US did not want to become involved in any overseas wars. Most of the main characters in the book served in some way during World War I. 

(Note: This story was written before Germany began to loom as a threat in the years before World War II. When Nick calls the deaths at Gatsby’s mansion a Holocaust, it did not have the same connotation it has today.)

[edits made]

[seashoreshell]

So I'll be staying at my aunt's place without much more to do than play afk and doodle. So if you guys got any eugavus doodle prompts for me, I'll opening up requests for now.

[cent-scratchnsniff]

not breaking news the absolutely shit ability to estimate the amount of effort and time a project/commitment will take is once again in action.. . .

[infini-tree]

episodic - part 3

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Summary: It's business as usual. At least it looks like it, and that has to count for something. The boys do a bit of arts and crafts. Krupp takes a step back.

A/N: literally the worst part of writing fic for CU is trying to think of pranks. they’re up there with choreographing fight scenes. also these next chapters were brought to you by: me referencing the movie’s art book i got as a gift. Locations And Fascinating Objects section my beloved…

this chapter's scene went through a lot of shuffling-- melvin was supposed to be in this one. but alas, once this was finalized he was pushed back into the next chapter. ideally. at the earliest. its been almost 4 years, i swear he actually has a part to play in this AU, he's technically part of the core secondary cast--

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Back in the present day, the boys snuck into the art room. Even now, there wasn’t a proper class for it in Jerome Horwitz, despite The Prank For Good. But because of it, Krupp never had the thought to put it under lock and key again. The doors still remained unlocked for any kid that needed it. And George and Harold had a big need. In fact, they had been caching away supplies when no one was looking.

Captain Underpants trailed behind them; he looked at the room and gave a small nod, murmuring something about being “back at the start”.

“What will we be doing this time, sidekicks?” He clapped his hands together. “Oh! I could try and ask for a carnival again–”

“NO!” both of them shouted. The hero jumped up in surprise and stayed in a low hover.

George was the quicker of the two to regain composure. “No, no– we’re doing something different.”

“Oh.”

Harold unpacked the contents of his bag. There was a ridiculous amount of flour and bottles around them, along with other plastic pails and shovels.

“Ooh, are we making a cake? Can I decorate it?” Captain asked.

George sighed. “It’s not for a cake.”

“Well, what is it for?” 

Harold dumped a bunch of flour and oil into the largest bucket with the glee reserved for children about to make a huge mixture of stuff. “Sand!”

When the hero continued to look baffled, George cut in. “With Krupp instating the grade-wide assignment gauntlet, we have to retaliate with the exact opposite of that.”

“…Recess?”

“Close!” Harold began to mix the concoction with a plastic shovel. “Summer vacation!”

“And we need to make a lot to really sell the beach vibe.”

“Oh…” Captain nodded with the confidence of someone who had no idea what that meant. He knelt down and gave a curious sniff at the flour sand, catching the faint whiff of some sort of cooking oil.  mix his own bucket the other boy handed to him.

To make a long story short, they managed to create enough of it to create a sizable layer in at least two classrooms. They hauled the first half of it to Guided’s classroom–or rather, Captain flew it over in record time. He began to push all the desks back and started to stack them high up against the edges of the wall. It reminded Harold of that one time he showed George a boardwalk on a faded postcard, tall buildings looming over sandy beaches.

“Why only two?” Captain asked as he stacked some of the desks on the teacher’s desk. “Why not make the whole school a beach?”

The boys perked up from their efforts to place the sand evenly across the classroom floor.

“‘Cause the first big tests are in Ms. Guided and Ribble’s classrooms,” Harold said.

“We’d have loved to do something big," George explained as he scattered the beach toys. "Really put the last big prank that happened here to shame–”

“But we had to improvise. Go for lots of smaller ones for the first part of this plan, you know?”

“First part?” Captain echoed. 

“Yeah!” Harold continued, ushering them all out of the room. Captain followed in a low hover, and George swept over the remaining footprints with a hand. Looking back at their work, it looked like no one was ever in the room.

“The first bit is to wear all the teachers and Krupp down. And then–”

“Bam.” he punched into his own open palm. “That’s where you come in!”

Captain tilted his head. “I thought this was where I came in?”

“What? No– I mean, we appreciate your help, but you have a bigger part to play here.”

“I do?” he asked.

“We figured you’d want to get back at Krupp, right?” George said. 

Captain was silent, his expression dumbfounded. 

“With enough pressure, he’ll back off from you and he’ll back off with all the sudden assignments!” Harold clarified. “It’ll be great.”

“We’re not sure how long he’s planning on making everyone miserable, but we’re planning for the long game.”

That seemed to make things more murky for him but the curiosity still remained. He tilted his head with furrowed brows, as if trying to figure out the connection between the two facts. “…How long, exactly?” 

“As long as it takes.” Harold gave him a good natured punch to the side. “Now come on, let’s get the other classroom set up.”

The boys grabbed his hands and led him back to the art room, chatting about what else they could do.

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The school didn’t know what hit them. 

Later that day, the fourth graders enjoyed the slices of beaches in the pair of classrooms. They made their sandcastles and moats as the teachers tried– and failed– to get their papers from their desks buried under their own students’ desks. 

And on the day after that, there was the petting zoo in the math classrooms on the same day a calculator-less test on long division was meant to happen. It was no tiger, but the kids enjoyed petting the sheep. For extra salt in the wound, there were numbers drawn in bright colors on their wool. 

Corralling the animals out was one thing. Finding out they were only Sheeps #1-6 and 8 was another, leaving all the teachers to scramble to find the last sheep of the set for the past few hours.

Apparently, the third time wasn’t the charm as George and Harold were called into the principal’s office. When they walked in, he had never bothered to close one of the desk drawers, clearly embroiled in whatever work principals do. Krupp was faced away from them, yelling into the phone.

“How many times do I have to explain it to you, there probably isn’t a Sheep #7– are you falling asleep counting them?” He turned to face them and grimaced. “I’ll get back to you.” 

He hung up the phone, glaring at them as they took their respective seats. 

“Care to explain the last few days?”

Harold shifted in his seat as he gave a glance to the other boy. “We have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“We were a bit too busy dealing with the sudden wave of assignments and tests to try anything,” George added with a shrug.

“Don’t play innocent with me. The gaps in my memory are extremely obvious.” He waggled an accusatory finger at them.

“Like we said, we were busy–”

“What– watching him get bit by sheep yesterday?!” He held up his other arm filled with band aids of various sizes.

George leaned over to the other boy and whispered, “Man, they can be really vicious, huh?” 

Krupp slammed his fists onto his desk. He opened his hands. Closed them. Before pushing himself off his seat to look down at them. “Whether you’ll actually admit it, I’ll cut to the chase. Stop whatever you’re trying to do.”

“If it was us, why would we? You started it.”

“Oh, hah–” He let out an incredulous, breathless laugh at that. “I started it? You’re one to talk after all you’ve done to me. You should be grateful I don’t just hold you back right now for that comment!”

Harold was unmoved. “Man, you got so much worse– I didn’t think that was possible.”

“Oh, I can do so much worse after your little breaking and entering stunt,” he shot back. “Invading my privacy, looking into things you shouldn’t–”

“So you admit you were talking to him.”

“Now I never said anything about talking, have I?”

George and Harold leveled a glare at him, refusing to give him any confirmation or satisfaction that he was right. “So that is why you cracked down on the entire fourth grade, huh?”

“Or maybe it has to do with the fact that I’m losing sleep over mysterious injuries!” The boys wanted to speak up, but he refused to give them that. “And– and, seeing the school be nearly destroyed multiple times a week.”

“Not like you really cared about the school before,” George grumbled.

Krupp spluttered furiously, turning a new shade of red in the process. “Says the children who keep on endangering it and wasting its resources!"

“We’re saving the school!”

“From problems you made up.” He slowly made his way around his desk to them. “Is that why you made me your little stooge? Were you just tired and wanted to feel important in your little superhero fantasy? Or was getting rid of me the main motivation here?”

George stood up from his chair. “Oh, if we could have, we would have!”

As soon as the words left his mouth, it suddenly felt like the office had turned somewhat askew. Gone was the red in Krupp’s face and gone was the anger– if anything, he looked like he had been slapped in the face. His mouth opened. Closed. Nothing.

The boys were suddenly aware of the clock ticking, now that it was completely silent. George couldn’t help but be reminded of the time he said something that crossed some unseen line with his mom.

And just as quickly as the conversation was fishtailing out of what any of them were used to, the principal clambered for any sense of control.

“I’ll deal with the both of you later.” He put up a hand to rub his temples– and conveniently hid his eyes. “Get out.”

Harold blinked. “What–”

“NOW!” He whipped his arm to point at the door.

They stumbled out of their seats and ran without a second thought.

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For the rest of the last class of the school day, Harold was sitting on pins and needles as he looked at the clock. While most kids looked at it expectantly for the final bell to ring, right now he was dreading it.  He figured George was doing the same.

Krupp getting the jump on them was a matter of when today , not if, especially when he was as mad as he was earlier.

Five minutes. He glanced to the front of the class. Even Rected was struggling with the new mandate to increase kids’ work. Which, he guessed, made sense– more work for them meant more stuff the teachers had to look at.

Two minutes.

Speaking of work, he was quickly scribbling out some ideas for the next issues. Though he couldn’t help but let his mind wander off to the other prank plans they had– he figured by the way Rected was pulling at his hair, they can bring Captain in for the cherry on top by the end of next week–

The speakers screeched to life. There was a beat of silence long enough for someone to ask if Krupp called an announcement on accident, until–

“Pop science fair, end of this week,” he said tersely. “Hope you can wow the teachers, since this is now a good chunk of your mark. How much? That’s the ‘pop’ part of that.”

The kids began to groan and slam their heads on their desks. Even more heads fell on their desks as another screech echoed through the school.

“You have George Beard and Harold Hutchins to thank for that. That will be all.”

The bell rang. One by one, everyone turned his direction, some shocked, others confused, many furious. Even Mr. Rected gave a baffled look.

After dodging the onslaught of kids ready to hound him or worse due to the announcement, he found George running down the hallway for similar reasons. At some point along the way, the other boy got their skateboards and helmets. With a frantic throw, they skateboarded out of the front yard and down the quickest route to their house.

“George?” Harold said, once they turned to their street. He had been eerily silent the whole time.

The other boy jumped off his own board and pulled his helmet off. He could see how much sweat was on his forehead now.

“Change of plans–” He stomped the end of the skateboard to make it stand before quickly grabbing it. “We’re taking stock of everything tonight.”

Harold stared at him. He knew why– he could still feel a flare of indignation from that announcement.

It was like George read his mind. “What Krupp said– those were fighting words. We’re going to move the Captain Plan up next.”

He gave a curt nod.

[bishonenspit]

Patalliro SEIKA NOTE Notebook (1983)

[teh-nos]

i did feel slightly bad about dropping a chapter off this wip's projected total but then i saw one of those tumblr posts about how great it is when a fic is suddenly nine times the promised length and that made me suddenly spitefully proud of my decision. yes, readers, there is now a bit less of this fic than you signed up for! what joy!

[nordfjording]

considering trying maybe a textured scarf or smth with these at some point

[autistic-shaiapouf]

I think I need to actually break the oc fic apart into multiple google docs bc seeing the entire thing in one spot may or may not be intimidating me out of working on it

[kariachi]

Random: Okay, so, if we use the anime as our primary baseline, we can try to get a read on how long timewise a pokemon journey through a region generally is. It can't be perfect, of course, because the Orange Islands, but still, we can get some idea.

So, Ash and Pikachu's 1 year anniversary is a big event in the short Pikachu and Pichu, which aired in Japan on July 8, 2000. This comes after an episode that aired 85% of the way between the Bugsy and Whitney episodes, so for the sake of ease we can say that this places the group at 85% of the way between Azalea and Goldenrod. Looking at the HGSS map, it's seeming like Johto is about 75% of the size of Kanto... Mathing we're looking at... Ash and the group would have been about 15% of the way through Johto. Meanwhile if we go with anime episode numbers (removing the championship episodes because those all take place in the same location) then we're talking more 25%.

We can't really know for sure which of these is more accurate, so I'm gonna cut the difference and go with a 20%.

With Johto seemingly being 75% smaller than Kanto, if we take the games as gospel there because, how many options have we got, then the team have spent about 15% of the time they would have spent traveling Kanto, traveling Johto.

Now we don't have consistent information for the Orange Islands (specifically there's two maps I'm seeing, one of which came from a Scholastic book and the other from one of the movies, they do not match) so really if we want a read on how long it took to go through them we'll have to compare that shit to the Kanto run of the anime. Namely, when we keep it to episodes taking place in the respective regions and not include League episodes, we're talking a length of about 43% of Kanto. For our purposes that means it took around 43% of the time to travel the islands as it did to travel Kanto.

So, math! It's a fucking word problem- Ash spent a year traveling. In that time he spent 15% of the time he spent in Kanto traveling Johto. He also spent 43% of the time he spent traveling Kanto traveling the Orange Islands. How long did Ash spend traveling Kanto?

First up, we need to combine those two percentages. Ash spent 58% of the time he spent traveling Kanto, traveling other places. So we're looking at X+58%=1.

Or in this case 100, since it'll be easier to work with a percentage.

So math our to talking 63.3+58%/~100 (technically it's a small bit over 100, but not enough to fuss over.)

But, before we go any further, we need to check our numbers.

15% of 63.3? ~9.5

43% of 63.3? ~27.2

Add those together and you get 100, so our basic-ass math maths out. We convert those all to percentages and compare them to a 365 day year and come out with the following travel times for the three regions-

231 days do to a Kanto lap.

99 days for an Orange Islands lap.

and 35 days the team had already spent in Johto with a total Johto lap time of 175 days.

The latter of which is about 75% of the Kanto number, so again our maths are mathing.

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Bonus! If we take a 'miles per day on average' of 16.75 and an average of one rest day per 10 days (which I am pulling from here for the sake of having numbers) then a lap of Kanto comes out to about 3500 miles (~5600 km). A lap of Johto, meanwhile, comes out to about 2600 miles (~4200 km). Of course these numbers are probably high, and your average trainer likely won't get into as much shit as Ash and co did, but for the sake of having something to work off of, it functions.