#truncated

[daily-cool-words]

Today's word of the day is...

Truncated

[Verb]

Definition: Cut short.

Example Sentence: Mika frowned, mourning the loss of their truncated career.

[knotty-et-al]

Truncations of the cube

This is what I have done with my spare shape drawings...

Depicted are different truncations of the cube - and the cube itself.

The polyhedra are (from left to right and from top to bottom)

- Cube

- Truncated cube (Cube's vertices get cut off to one third of each edge.)

- Cuboctahedron (Cube's vertices get cut off to a half of each edge.)

- Rhombicuboctahedron (Cuboctahedron's vertices get cut off to a half of each edge.)

Truncated Cuboctahedron (Cuboctahedron's vertices get cut off to a third of each edge.)

[notreallyherehahaha]

Two Views of a Faceted Truncated Octahedron

In the image above, the faces of this faceted truncated octahedron are colored by face type. In the one below, the faces are colored by number of sides: blue for triangles, red for quadrilaterals, and yellow for hexagons. I made these using Stella 4d, which you can try for free at this website.

[leynaeithnea]

Vocabulary Captive Prince taught me

#3

truncated

shortened in duration or extent

p. 16

[upbeatmeeting]

YEEAAAAHHHHH

TRUNCATED DECACHORON

SPREAD THIS ALL OVER TUMBLR FOR NO REASON

[mojartoart]

Truncated by Ranjit Balmuchu is a thought-provoking digital artwork that explores themes of fragmentation, loss, and existential reflection. Through bold strokes and striking contrasts, the piece conveys a sense of incompleteness, where the subject appears both present and absent, symbolizing the struggles of identity and transformation. The abstract yet emotional composition invites viewers to interpret the gaps and voids in their own reality.

[olivewinterleaf]

Truncated ladies admire the view from a shop window in Paris.

[solomonara]

[lucabyte]

"So what's the weirdest possible first (second) impression Loop could make on the party in postcanon?" "Yeah, that, probably."

+ Bonus

theyre just standing there in direct party order while this happens. normal tuesday.

[knotty-et-al]

Snub Dodecahedron

Today I finished the drawing of the Snub dodecahedron in isometric projection.

For drawing a snub dodecahedron I started to draw a dodecahedron. Then I altered it into an isocidodecahedron. Then I turned it into a truncated icosidodecahedron. And then, finally, after all these steps I could make the snub dodecahedron from this.

- - -- ---

Here are the mentioned shapes (I already drew as well):

(a few lines are missing in that last scanned img of the truncated icosidodeca. i want to make better digital img files of my shapes soon. )

[notreallyherehahaha]

A Polyhedral Journey, Starting With the Truncated Tetrahedron

Here’s the truncated tetrahedron. It is the simplest of the Archimedean solids. I decided to “take a walk” with this polyhedron. First, I used Stella 4d (available here) to make the compound of this solid and its dual, the Catalan solid named the triakis tetrahedron. Next, also using Stella (as I’m doing throughout this polyhedral journey), I formed the convex hull of this polyhedron — a solid…

[mortalscience]

[scaviogifs]

#0160 - Feraligatr

[blunderpuff]

I love X-Men Evo but this Charles Xavier was the worst Charles Xavier ever.

[what-bot]

Kevin: If I’m gonna bring Sam here we need to babyproof the place.

Tron: ???

Kevin: You know, remove all the environmental dangers. Make it so he can’t hurt himself on anything.

Tron: Oh, I already did that.

Kevin: Wow, really? Thanks, dude! How’d you know?

Tron: You live here.

Kevin: You mean you…Kevin-proofed it? Ouch.

[airrec]

Dream SMP Season 2 idea:

Pandora's Vault exists, still. It is half sunk into the sea, very obviously an old ruin, and there's something - off, about the place.

It's not just a building any more, of course. It's old, filled with pain, haunted. Things this old have their own kind of intelligence, change and evolve into something else.

It's a dungeon now. Filled with monsters, traps, loot, a boss. Filled with things best left undisturbed, if you ask anyone wise.

c!Tommy, enthralled by the idea of loot, is not wise. c!Dream, enthralled by the idea of secrets, is also not wise.

c!Philza, a strange old man who lives alone and seems to know more than everyone else (not that he ever opens his mouth to talk about it), warns them away. They do not listen.

The dungeon is indeed dangerous; once they step in, the entranceway disappears behind them, trapping them inside. There are traps, chests of loot, and monsters - constant Mining Fatigue makes it impossible to carve their own path through, so they're forced to navigate the shifting hallways.

There are crawling black-purple vines and thorns everywhere, lingering remnants of red but that colour has been bled out of them, appropriated for another master. These vines get thicker the closer to the centre they get.

At some point, c!Dream loses c!Tommy in the criss-crossing and confusing platforms and walk ways - he can't quite recall when or how it happened, though.

The boss chamber is in the very centre of the Vault, and there he is, the spider in the middle of the web: huge and tall, oversized the way many bosses are (according to Philza), gold-trimmed netherite armour and a gleaming trident, he looks a bit like a creeper hybrid but if he ever was one that was long ago; he's something else now.

The boss is surrounded by black-purple vines, and they pierce through him, trailing from him as though he were struck through with a dozen harpoons. Like so many chains, they hold him here - he is as much the master of this dungeon as he is its captive. Total control, but only within, and he cannot leave.

He does not want to leave - this place is his. His prison, his home.

"So, you've come back to where you belong," the boss says.

"I've been waiting for you," the boss says.

"I knew you couldn't stay away forever," the boss says.

"You belong here," the boss says.

c!Dream would like it to be known that at this point he has quite had enough of this dungeon, is wishing he'd listened to Philza when he'd said to stay away, and that his whole body hurts as his flesh remembers what his mind has forgotten. The haunting is an open, unhealed wound.

"Hahhh, no, I'm leaving," c!Dream says, distracted, as he tries to figure out an optimal path over the lava lake, where he should leap on the deepslate and netherite rocks and platforms to make it to the door on the opposite side of the room. The boss, surely, will try to stop him, but c!Dream is fast and surefooted - he can dodge any attacks. He thinks.

"You will not escape," the boss vows, which c!Dream is very much not a fan of.

"You have no right to keep me here!" he says as he sets off running, leaping for the first stepping stone above the scorching lava and using his momentum to carry him to the next. He's got a long way to go.

This seems to utterly incense the boss, striking some deep nerve and causing the very walls to shake with his fury as he turns to try to snatch c!Dream.

"I am the Master of this Vault!" the boss roars. "I am the Warden."

The boss room is nothing but a huge cell, the vines of the boss' power spread so perfectly throughout the dungeon in turn chaining him there. Above, c!Dream can see c!Tommy hovering in the open entranceway he's aiming for, frozen with his crossbow out.

As he flies through the boss room and tries to reach the door, c!Dream shouts back the truth that he knows, welling up from somewhere deep inside that only his nightmares can touch:

"But you're not, you're the prisoner."