#math applications

[riemmetric]

One frustrating thing about being a mathematician is that people who aren't into math heard that Einstein quote that's like "you haven't understood something unless you can explain it in layman's terms" and use it to mean "if it can't be explained to me in five minutes it's needlessly complicated, this person is a pretentious snob and academia is gatekeeping knowledge". And like everything in life, the matter of scientists not being able to/not caring to explain their work to people who aren't at the same level of expertise as them is a complex one that is worthy of being discussed, but here's the thing that you have to keep in mind if you haven't done math since high school:

the further you get into math, the more specialized your field becomes. You start working of puzzles that are small, but fit into a greater web of similar problems, like knitting a beautiful flower that's meant to be incorporated into a huge quilt. And all of math is build on top of each other, so you can't get to the most interesting, current math being discussed in the world without getting through the building blocks that are taught to you in elementary school, high school and the university.

You ask me to explain my thesis to you and I can tell you the title, but you won't know what the main words in it mean. And that's not because you are stupid, that's just because to learn that word you have to spend time learning a hundred others. I love math, it's my favourite thing in the universe and I always have time to talk about it, so if you want, we can sit down and I'll tell you everything you need to know to understand what I'm currently working on. You can ask me questions and I will reformulate, you can ask me to go over things again and I will oblige. With your permission, I will get a piece of paper and draw shapes and schemes to help us, but it won't take five minutes. It can't take just five minutes. That is a concession you will have to make if you truly want to learn.

(Unfortunately, I don't want to disclose the title of my thesis on tunglr dot hell, because it's super specific and I don't feel like doxxing myself. But I hope this resonates with some people. I work both in symplectic geometry and Riemannian geometry, and I have to say between the two Riemannian is a little bit easier to explain, because I can just talk about distances, but symplectic geometry or Lie groups... I'm afraid I just can't explain those in a sentence because they rely on people knowing what differentiation means, and that's not knowledge you necessarily retain if you work outside a stem field. Explaining that in a few sentences would eat up the whole five minutes).

#mathblr #just my two cents #maybe I AM just stupid and bad at words #but i think this is a problem specific to maths because a lot of our stuff is abstract examples and applications of other abstract things #stuff that applies to surfaces and curves? i can kinda explain those #but something like coadjoint orbits? how the hell do you explain that to someone who barely remembers what a function is? #how do you get through the progression of lie groups - lie algebras - dual lie algebras with someone who doesn't know what differentiaion i

[floralfractals]

Sometimes though, mathematics has the literal wildest applications and that can be fun to learn about. Some examples:

- fractals have replaced antennae in phones, and have applications in medical imaging and city planning

- people are hoping to use elliptic curves for protecting non-quantum computer communication against quantum hacking i the future

- a prof at my uni researched fairy circles in dryland vegetation, turned out they could be modeled by using four-dimensional differentiable manifolds

#like yea maths main application is to make mathematicians happy #but it can do other stuff and thats literally insane

[posallys]

i will NEVER not be pissed that most colleges cost about 40k A YEAR on average and that if YOUR PARENTS make over 120k AS A GROSS INCOME you're practically immediately disqualified for need-based aid???? like do you really believe anybody can afford to throw an entire third of their annual income to their kid's schooling, when they probably have several thousands of dollars in loan debt themselves??? in THIS economy??? eggs are fucking $7 a dozen where i am right now but GOD FUCKING FORBID i get any financial aid because "well your upper class" NEWS FLASH 120K IS THE NEW MIDDLE CLASS AND JUST BECAUSE MY PARENTS MAKE OKAY MONEY NOW DOESN'T MEAN FUCK ALL WHEN I CAN REMEMBER ALL THE NIGHTS THEY DIDN'T EAT WHEN I WAS GROWING UP BECAUSE THEY ONLY HAD ENOUGH FOOD TO FEED ME AND MY SISTERS I need to hold everyone involved at gunpoint because i really don't think a single fucking one of them understands "oh but you have money :/" there's literally a reason i work FULL FUCKING TIME while double majoring and it's because my parents can't even send me money for fucking groceries, let alone fork out FORTY FUCKING THOUSAND DOLLARS GOD DAMN YEAR for a degree that'll be FUCKING WORTHLESS in three years anyway i worked my ASS off and graduated with a 4.7 to get scholarships because i knew that's the only way i'd realistically be able to afford school. and then the fucking fafsa goes "oh but you have money in your savings! you can pay for your own school" bitch i have 4k and it's for my fucking rent!!!! my parents have like $600 in savings do YOU SEE THE ISSUE that's what being forced into credit card debt for 20 years fucking does it puts you in an unescapable hole so even when you're making good money YOU DON'T GET SHIT!!!!!! NOT TO MENTION THE ABYSMAL CREDIT SCORES MY PARENTS HAVE SO GOOD FUCKING LUCK TRYING TO GET LOANS FOR ME!!! COSIGNER? I'VE NEVER HEARD OF HER IM GOING TO KILL PEOPLE!!!!!!

#sponsored by me working on transfer applications and the fafsa telling me to go fuck myself ✨✨ #i need to strangle ever single fucking person in charge of uni pricing #give me ONE fucking reason your school costs 40k a year when you have thousands of undergrads #'non-profit' my FUCKING ASS lets do the math. #i currently go to a small school so 4500 undergrads (rounded down) #tuition ALONE is 43k. not to mention housing and food #but i'll be generous #so 4500 x 43000 = 193.500.000....which is ONE HUNDRED AND NINTY THREE AND A HALF MILLION DOLLARS?????? #there's 315 full time faculty and 240 part time #i've talked to professors and the MOST tenured ones here make about 130k a year #so JUST FOR A MOMENT LETS ASSUME EACH FACULTY MAKES 130K.... (240+315)(130000) = 72.150.000 #OKAY SO 193M - 73M = 120 MILLION LEFT OVER AND I KNOW GOD DAMN WELL THAT NOT ALL OF THAT GETS PUT BACK INTO THE SCHOOL #THE DECREPIT FALLING APART DORMS AND CLASSROOMS??? THERE ARE FUCKING RATS IN THE ONE BUILDING LIKE HUH????? #NOT TO MENTION THAT YOU ONLY PROVIDE HOUSING FOR 2 YEARS AND ARE LOCATED IN THE SECOND MOST EXPENSIVE CITY FOR RENTERS IN THE US........... #'we're non-profit :)' MOTHERFUCKERS WHERE IS THAT 120 MILLION DOLLARS FUCKING GOING THEN. EAT MY DICK

[randomhuman45]

Yo shout out to Futurama for being featured in the footnotes of my math textbook.

My prof even gave us watching the episode mentioned as a homework assignment which is hella cool!

Like look at this! It's so cool that they actually got people to come in and give solid ass math for a tv problem of people switching bodies!

That's badass! Like this image was only flashed during the show but yo, I fucking appreciate this shit! I also appreciate whoever added that footnotes in the textbook cause yo, that's funny as hell.

Just writing up a fucking textbook like "yo ya know, I think that one episode of this TV show actually uses this theorem. I gotta footnote this shit!"

#math #mathematics #pure math #pure mathematics #Futurama #Futurama s7 ep10 #who says pure math has no real life applications #all them math classes finally coming in handy to understand a quick pic from a tv show lol

[gayleafpool]

why does vet school require a full year of physics as a prereq like get real we will not be doing any physics

#ik it’s about having a well rounded science background + assessing application of math skills + etc etc i knowwwwww i know #doesn’t mean i have 2 like it!!!!

[cryptidkey]

I have to go to school on Wednesday, devastating.

#I can’t do this I am TIRED of school I’ve been on break and I do not want to go back #I’ve finished physics English and bio for this year so hooray #BUT #now I have chem math and social which I do not want to do #And the chem teacher I have DOESNT LET YOU TAKE NOTES #which is stupid #like how are you supposed to do chem without taking notes it’s impossible #I’m going to go insane if I do bad in chem because it’s one of the classes I need for early uni applications in the courses I’m considering

[ro-botany]

An Attempt at a Semi-Realistic Analysis of Thoron Stab Wounds

Yes, I already made a post about this recently. But in my reply to Ana's musing about the subject of the thoron blade, I largely assumed fire-like behaviour from an electric spell, and it's been itching my brain all day. So let's go over it again:

What would be the effect of getting stabbed with a bolt of electricity? What would that look like if we offered like five more centimeters of realism to this setting?

If you don't read the full post, my conclusions are basically:

If we treat a thoron bolt like a live wire, then even if it's a relatively weak source of electricity, with that entry placement it's instantly arresting breath, causing severe convulsions, and probably killing him in record time.

I don't care that Chrom has the power of god and anime on his side. There is no way in hell he's speaking or controlling his own movements in this moment.

The best interpretation of the thoron blade stabbing is the interpretation that makes the story feel best to YOU. Ignore me and my math if it doesn't spark (hah) any joy or interest for you.

Content warning: Detailed discussion of electrical shock and burns, and descriptions of such.

Classification of Energy Blades

I generally consider the thoron blade to be a subtype of a broader class of fictional weapons I call energy blades. These are your lightsabers, your halo fireblades, things like that.

Most of these weapons tend to behave like sources of pure heat, and most can have their behaviour modelled like a Hot Knife. The weapon is treated as though it has a physical component -- a sharp blade at its center that handles most of the actual cutting or stabbing -- and the fire/plasma/heat is treated as a secondary effect of the weapon. Narratively this is often the more balanced choice, because it means the weapon puts out a reduced amount of heat energy, which means damage is (mostly) contained to the initial wound site and its immediate surroundings. This is how you get instant cauterization weapons.

The other option is the Literal Flame model, which assumes pure heat energy with no physical cutting component. This is rarely, if ever, used in fiction, because it is overpowered. It works a lot like the acetylene torch analogue I used in my reblog of Ana's post. In short, for a volume of heat energy to be capable of "cutting" flesh, it's effectively vaporizing/instantly melting that flesh. That means it's putting out a LOT of energy. For a heat-based weapon, that means massive amounts of burning around the wound site, penetrating way deeper into the surrounding tissue than you expect, and the sheer heat of the air around the weapon causing widespread surface burns.

But the problem with using heat-based models in this instance is that Thoron is not a pure heat-source. Thoron is electricity, and electricity behaves very differently from pure heat. So if our aim is semi-realism, we ought to model it like electricity.

The Behaviour of Electricity

Fictional electric magic -- thoron included -- rarely behaves like real electricity. So, for our purposes, rather than an actual arc of electrical energy, let's model a thoron blade as a source of electricity.

Validar, through Robin, has effectively jammed a live wire directly through Chrom's lung and kidney. What does that do? To talk about that, we need to talk about how electric shocks work.

For electrical current to flow, you need a circuit. For a body to complete a circuit, it needs to contact two points with different voltage levels. A bird sitting on a high voltage wire has two feet touching points of the same voltage, so, voltage difference 0, the bird is safe. Chrom, however, has a live wire stuck through his kidney and feet on the ground; he's forming a circuit between a high voltage wire and the low voltage ground. Big voltage difference, big problem.

Once you get past the outer layer of skin, two things happen when a person is shocked. One, human bodies use electricity to move and to send nerve signals, so any muscles getting shocked will tense up. And two, humans do conduct electricity but don't do it well, which means there's a lot of heat being generated, which means the tissue getting shocked is also getting burned.

The majority of an electrical current will follow the path of least resistance. In this case, that means the shock initially goes from the impalement site, down through the legs, and out the feet. But electricity follows ALL available paths in some amount, so its not one straight line through the body, it does wider damage than that.

So What's The Damage?

Time to do some math!

(I am not an electrician or a doctor; please bear with me)

To my understanding, injury from electricity is a function of current and duration.

According to my sources, the amount of shock current someone experiences can be estimated using Ohm's law. To do this we need to know the voltage we're dealing with... so we're going to have to fudge some numbers here, since we can't actually measure the voltage of fictional magic spells.

Given thoron is a third tier lightning spell I'm going to say it's powerful, but not anywhere near lightning-from-the-sky powerful. I'll ballpark it around the voltage of... well, an electric chair, of the persuasion that kills you. Best I can tell, that means 2000 volts. You could probably reasonably go higher, but this feels intuitive to me.

My sources also tell me that the average internal resistance of the human body, with no skin in the way, is 1000 ohms. Just an average, not accounting for the different resistances of different tissue types and fluids.

So! To get the strength of the shock current Chrom's getting:

I = V/R = 2000 volts / 1000 ohms = 2 amps.

2 amps of current. Chrom is experiencing approximately 2 amps of steady current over 22 seconds.

I know that 2 amps doesn't seem like a big number. I need you to understand, dear reader, that currents that injure and kill humans are measured in milliamps. I need you to understand the sheer magnitude of how bad this is.

0.03 amps of current causes muscle contractions strong enough that you can't let go of the thing shocking you.

0.15 amps is enough to stop your heart, if the current goes through your heart -- which means death. It's enough to stop your breathing if the current goes through your lungs/diaphragm. It's enough to cause your limbs to tense so hard you are physically thrown.

Much more current than that, or current for more than fractions of a second, and you start talking severe burns.

I need you to understand that we have just directed 2000 milliamps of current through most of Chrom's internal organs for 22 entire gods-damned seconds.

Did I pull that voltage completely out of my ass? Yes. But Chrom is getting shocked directly in the organs for 22 fucking seconds so there is literally no voltage we can pick that isn't completely fucking him over. The exact number is just a question of how singed we want him at the end.

I know he has dragon heritage and general anime dude resilience on his side. I know this. But I cannot stress enough the degree to which that is not helping him here. In fact, things like the mild super strength like he has PROBABLY WOULD MAKE IT WORSE because your muscles contract way harder than you normally can contract them when they're being shocked!

No, Really, What's The Damage?

Best as I can tell, based on my limited understanding of electricity and its effects, here's roughly what happens to Chrom upon getting stabbed by the thoron blade when we pretend like this setting is a smidge more realistic than it actually is.

If you do not want to read graphic descriptions of injury this is your final warning to bail out of this post.

The instant the blade impales him, all the muscles from the bolt to his toes constrict. He instantly stops breathing. His legs and abdomen convulse so hard it throws him away from Robin.

He lands on the ground, and now the current isn't just going through his legs; it's going through any part of him that touches the ground, and that, in the end, is what's lethal.

His entire body locks up. Muscles pull as tight as they can go. He's convulsing on the ground, like a seizure, only worse. The skin around the bolt bubbles and chars. It smells like meat burning.

There's a sound like wood snapping as the force of his own writhing muscles fractures his bones.

He doesn't speak. He doesn't even scream.

It's bloodless and quiet. Twenty two seconds is a long time.

If Chrom was lucky, he died quickly. Heat turning blood to jelly, a lick of current stopping the heart, pain so great his brain knocks out of its own accord to spare him.

If being a son of Naga "helped" at all, gave him any resilience past what is human, it only means he was conscious a few seconds longer. Just enough time to be aware of the loss of control and the razor-sharp fire of nerve pain that erases all thought. With luck, not enough time to consciously realise he's dying, or whose fault it is.

Twenty two seconds is a long time.

The exit wounds on his back, on his limbs, on his head, sear, then bubble, then char in places. The damage around the bolt bubbles and blackens out and out and out. Don't think about what that looks like on the inside. The smell of burning flesh is thick enough to choke on.

He's still convulsing and burning long, long past the point of death. It only stops when the bolt fades.

In Conclusion:

The only thing saving us all from trauma around this cutscene is the T for Teen rating.

Validar could you pick literally any other execution method because holy hell. Robin carries a sword. Why didn't you just use THE SWORD, VALIDAR.

If you choose to model the thoron blade as a Hot Knife, or as a Literal Pinpoint Flame, or as either of those with a secondary mild electric shock effect, those are all extremely good options for how to handle this event. They offer an experience closer to canon with a highly variable level of injury severity. Singe the man to your taste, allow last words or don't, pick your level of blood and bad smells, those do it all.

Live Wire, as described in too much detail in this post, may be a marginally more realistic model if you want to treat thoron as a straight up source of electricity. Live Wire is also probably the most horrifying option of the bunch, and the one that offers everybody involved the least closure, which has it's own narrative value.

In the end, this is naught but applying a little too much realism and math to anime video game, because I find that fun. If this doesn't work for you throw it out. Pick whatever interpretation makes the best narrative for YOU. If you are like me and are fascinated by the most horrifying option, welcome, we can feel terrible about this together now.

Electricity is terrifying, never touch an outlet, rest in charred little pieces Chrom, goodnight everybody.

#graphic descriptions of violence #electrocution #fe awakening #chrom #meta #I GUESS??? #long post #grimleal studies #this is a lot more math and a lot more words than anyone needed to put into this but *i* had fun #sorry or you're welcome whichever is more applicable #i continue to be allergic to brevity

[zhongli-lover-69]

excel. i love you excel. if no one got me i know excel got me. excel i love you. saaave me excel. smooching excel tenderly on the forehead for doing such a good job. excel saving my life every single day of the week.

#excel rising thru the ranks of my favorite computer applications #and has slid solidly into the number 3 spot. #powerpoint is number 2 bc it has so many opportunities for fucking around. and god knows i love a good fuck around and find out #and ms paint is and always will be the undisputed number one champ #anyway. i love it when computers do all my math for me AND make it look pretty #AND you can put all kinds of fun functions in there. get it to do all kinds of work for u #and everything is so nice and organized... it's so wonderful

[boycritter]

every class can be a math class if you put your mind to it

#me writing my essay about why math doesn't need real world applications to be valuable

[thursdayg1rl]

OH MY GOD CALL ME THE CILLIT THE WAY I JUST BANGED THAT INTERVIEW. king of maths. im literally like if euler was a beautiful girl

#STUNNING . FABULOUS. NOT A QUWSTION I COULDNT ANSWER. absolutely unfazed #GOD PLESE GOD LET THAT HAVE A BIG IMPACT ON MY APPLICATION #AND THE GUY LIKED ME AS WELL BC HE KEPT SAYING LIKE 'YES VERY GOOD ALISHA' #I AM THE GOD OF MATHS #I JUST CALCULATED THE DERIVATIVE OF THE INTAGRAL FORM 0 TO X OF (E^-X(T^2+1))/(T^2+1) DT DONT EVEN LOOK AT ME #like. oh my god #the first people probably thought i was so fucking dumb but this guy got me #plese please please please it was so good im a star im a star i promise.. #god my chances are like 50/50 now depending on how much weight that second interview had #also wdym 'applied interview' they literally only asked me pure questions #the first phd student guy wasnt bad either. i made like one mistake but i think he thought i was smart. #omg not me breaking out the modular arithmetic as well. maths GOD im telling you.

[geddyqueer]

well anyway i'm trying a new quilting method for this bb piece wherein you turn a scene into polygons and then through creative geometry attempt to reduce this to the fewest number of polygons possible in order to achieve the shapes. my nautilus curve has gone from 47 to 20. and i believe i could reduce this further

#damn turns out 10th grade math is actually useful in real world applications #eveningland tag

[yourbestamericangirlmp3]

using the triangle inequality to decide where to grab breakfast and coffee in the 30 minutes between my sections of calc 3

#who ever said math doesn't have real world applications #poast.txt

[craftytimetravelbouquet]

Unleash Your Learning Potential: The Feynman Technique 🚀

Student life often comes with the challenge of grappling with complex concepts and information. The Feynman Technique, named after the Nobel Prize-winning physicist Richard Feynman, is a simple yet powerful method to master any subject, especially the trickiest ones. What is the Feynman Technique? The Feynman Technique comprises four straightforward steps:

Select a Concept: Pick the concept, topic, or subject you wish to master or study. It could be a tough textbook chapter, a complex theory, or a brand-new idea.

Teach It Simply: Imagine you're explaining the chosen concept to someone else—whether a friend, a family member, or an imaginary student. Use everyday language and real-life examples to make it as clear as possible.

Identify Gaps: While you explain the concept, you might stumble upon gaps in your knowledge or areas where you struggle to simplify it. These gaps highlight where you need to focus your learning efforts.

Review and Simplify: Return to your study materials (like textbooks, lecture notes, or online resources) to fill in those knowledge gaps and deepen your understanding. Keep breaking down complex ideas into simpler terms until you can explain the concept effortlessly. Why Does It Work? The Feynman Technique capitalizes on various effective learning principles:

Simplified Understanding: Teaching a complex topic in simple terms forces you to dissect it into its fundamental components. This clarifies your own understanding and ensures you grasp the concept at its core.

Identifying Gaps: When you struggle to explain a concept, it shines a light on areas of uncertainty or incomplete knowledge. This self-assessment guides your further study.

Active Engagement: Actively teaching and explaining a concept engages your brain far more effectively than passive reading or note-taking.

Repetition: Revisiting the concept multiple times during explanation and review phases reinforces your memory and understanding.

Effective Communication: Developing the ability to convey complex ideas in simple terms is a valuable skill that can enhance your academic and professional success.

How to Apply the Feynman Technique: Let's break down how to put the Feynman Technique into practice:

Select Your Topic: Choose a concept, theory, or subject that you find challenging or want to master.

Explain It to a Friend: Imagine you're teaching this topic to a friend with no prior knowledge of the subject. Use everyday language and real-world examples to make it accessible.

Identify Your Knowledge Gaps: As you explain, pay attention to areas where you struggle to simplify or clarify. These are your knowledge gaps.

Review Your Materials: Return to your study materials (textbooks, lecture notes, online resources) to fill in the gaps and deepen your understanding.

Repeat as Needed: Keep going until you can effortlessly teach the concept to your imaginary friend, using simple language and clear examples.

Test Yourself: To cement your understanding, test yourself by explaining the concept without looking at your notes or study materials.

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[iambutmortal]

What Doesn’t Kill Me Makes Me Want You More

@elainarcheronweek Day 5: Travel & Adventure 

An infinitely massive thank yous to @tired-potter​​ for beta reading

Summary: Something’s calling Elain out of the night court. On Calanmai, she finds what she’s been looking for.

Pairing: Elucien

Word Count: 2.6k

Content Warning: Dubious Consent, Monster Penis

Something was calling Elain away from the Night Court.

She knew she should be happy in Valaris. Knew she should enjoy life with her sisters and their friends, her new family. But no matter how much she tried, no matter how much she worked in the garden or the kitchen, she always felt like she was missing something.

She was probably just lonely, Elain told herself, when she watched her sisters wrapped up with their mates. She wanted what they have, wanted to know if the cauldron had dared give her a mate.

But then she would wake up in the middle of the night, clothes sticking to her with sweat from the nightmares, and she knew it was something else. 

The flashes of red hair that seemed to taunt her, the glimpse of a golden eye, a scar cutting through an auburn brow. She didn’t know who the man was, only that he seemed to be calling to her, seemed to be a part of that pull that tugged her away.

It was that tug that led her up to the house of wind. Helion was coming to visit from Day, and Elain longed to actually talk to someone who lived outside the Night Court. She climbed up those 10 thousand stairs, unwilling to ask anyone to fly her up there. Going herself seemed important somehow, like staking a claim.

Dinner had already been served when she arrived, flushed and out of breath.

“So this is the famed Elain Archeron,” Helion said, rising to his feet the second he saw her.

Elain took him in, the dark skin and golden crown, and took an unconscious step forward. She knew that nose, that smile, just in a slightly lighter hue. Saw it in her dreams.

“Elain, Helion,” Feyre introduced from her seat at the head of the table. “Unfortunately, his son was too preoccupied to join us.” Feyre aimed that line at Helion, a pointed dig.

“Lucien’s been holed up in the library trying to find a way to break Vassa’s curse,” Helion replied easily.

Lucien, Helion’s mysterious son. Elain had never met him, had only heard of him from Feyre’s brief mentions. He’d been staying with Tamlin while Amarantah ruled, had worked to break the curse before returning to Day.

“Tell him that I miss him,” Feyre said. “And that he works too hard.”

Helion’s laugh was a deep, rich sound. “You’ll get no complaints from me, cursebreaker. Why do you think I’m taking Calanmai off this year?”

“You, giving up a chance at an orgy, I’m shocked,” Feyre teased.

“I have to let Lucien have his fun. Besides, sometimes it’s better to partake when you’re not a ravenous beast.” He sent a wink Feyre’s way and Elain’s face heated. She had no desire to know of her sister’s plans for tomorrow night.

Feyre smirked. “The Court of Nightmares is always open to you, if you get bored.”

Helion winked. “I’m sure the Lady of Day will keep me occupied, but I thank you for the offer.”

Calanmai saw Elain dressed in a tight fitting black dress, the skirts spilling out around her even as a slit in the front ran from the floor up to where her leg met her hips. She felt exposed, practically naked in front of so many eyes. Feyre had assured her she looked fine, was dressed for the occasion.

Elain hadn’t been sure how to tell her she had no interest in watching Rhys fuck her on the throne.

Her feeling of discomfort only seemed to be amplified when the drums started. She felt like she was going to come out of her skin, something seemed to be pulling, tugging her out of that dark mountain.

She looked over at Feyre, already grinding in Rhys’ lap, and made a decision. No one would miss her if she left for the night, she doubted they wouldn’t even notice she was gone.

So Elain took off down the long corridors, practically running until she felt the cold night air on her skin. There was a cord wrapped around her ribs that seemed to be leading her, taking her into the woods.

Elain didn’t know where she was going, didn’t know where she would end up. But the idea of stopping made her physically ill. She could still hear the drums pounding away in her head, but as she walked, she was half convinced they were a heartbeat instead.

The forest itself seemed to change, the dark overhang lightening, the trees themselves looking more golden in the moonlight.

Elain was half tempted to turn around, to go back and ignore that pull, when she saw it. Or rather him, if what was dangling between the beast’s hind legs was any indication.

She could’ve convinced herself he was just a fox, if foxes were the size of small horses, had it not been for the eagle claws sprouting from his front legs and ginormous, feathered wings pinned tightly to his side.

The beast turned to look at her, his eyes, one russet and one golden, staring her down. Elain stared back, taking in the blood stained teeth and claws. A dead stag lay at his feet, savagely ripped apart.

The fae, for it must’ve been some fae creature, cocked his head to the side. That small movement seemed to break Elain out of her trace and she ran, slippered feet sliding on the soft ground.

She could hear the beast racing behind her, the sound of rustling leaves as his large frame brushed against low hanging branches.

In the distance, she could just make out the border, the point where the forest became distinctly darker, soaked in starlight. If she could just make it there, she could get help, would be free.

Claws dug into her back and Elain went sprawling, her face landing in the leaves. Elain twisted, trying to escape the clutch of the talons currently cutting into her shoulder. She kicked out wildly, hoping against all odds she could beat the beast off.

By some miracle, Elain’s foot hit something solid. The talons loosened their grip, the creature reeling back. Elain rolled onto her back, looking up at the white fur of the fae’s underbelly. 

She tried to scamper back, to get out from between those muscular forelimbs.

The monster shook his great head, snarling down at her.

“Please,” Elain begged, knowing there was no way he could understand her. “Let me go.”

In response, the beast placed one of those eagle talons on her waist, pinning her down. The pressure was enough that Elain knew if she tried to escape, he could snap ribs, but not so much as to be overly painful.

His nose pressed down, in the space between her breasts and he sniffed down the length of her body. Elain glanced down, swallowing thickly when she realized her struggle had caused her skirts to bunch up around her hips, leaving her legs bare.

He had made it to that cursed slit, the cold wet of his nose causing goosebumps to prick along her skin.

Unconsciously, Elain tried to squirm away, to stop him from finding what lay just above that spot.

The pressure of the claw increased, the tallons pressing uncomfortably against her skin. Elain forced herself to settle, lying back against the forest floor and squeezing her eyes closed.

And then the beast found it, nudged against the bundle of nerves at the apex of Elain’s thighs. And Cauldron damn her, but Elain lifted her hips, pressed up against that sensation. She couldn’t help it, was too shocked at the unfamiliar feeling.

From between her legs, those mismatched eyes met her, understanding seeming to flash in them. 

“Please,” Elain begged, not quite sure if she was asking to be released, or for him to do it again.

A low whine escaped from the monster, and then he was licking a long stripe up her cunt. His tongue was rough, the friction bordering on painful.

Elain screamed, her cries only seeming to spur him on as the beast continued to lick and nuzzle her folds. Elain could feel herself growing wet, her body’s reaction to such thorough attention.

Throughout it all, the wild creature above her continued to whine, almost pitiful sounds emerging from deep in his throat.

At some point, Elain gave up fighting it, let her body lie limp, wrung out with pleasure. Whatever type of fae was currently licking her clearly was in no hurry, was seemingly content to eat her out like his life depended on it.

It was only when Elain was practically sobbing, unable to take any more of that steady pressure, that his rough tongue finally found her entrance, entered her for the first time.

And Elain broke, pleasure crashing through her. She withered against him, trying in vain to drive him deeper, to feel more.

“Please,” Elain begged again. And again, she was ignored. The beast rode her through her high, licking until she couldn’t take it any more, was actually sobbing.

It was only then that he relented, lifting that taloned leg off her chest. 

Elain managed to sit up, muscles weak and shaky. The monster was standing several feet away, staring at her. He didn’t move, holding himself with unnatural stillness and Elain slowly rose to her feet. Elain took half a step back, towards that border between the courts. 

The beast snarled in response, baring sharp white teeth, now freed of blood. Elain didn’t want to think about what had cleaned them off, how she’d helped.

Still, she took another half step back. The monster lunged, its head aiming for the space between her thighs.

Elain shrieked as he used his momentum to throw her over his back, her head landing by his long tail. Those great wings were flapping, lifting them off the ground. They flew away from the forest floor, high over the trees. Elain squeezed her eyes shut, wrapping her arms tightly around the beast’s torso, ignoring how close her hands were to his swollen member.

She didn’t know how long they were in the air, how far away he was taking her from Valaris. Well, you wanted to leave, Elain told herself, close to hysterics.

And then they were touching down, landing on solid ground. Elain slid off the beast’s body, hitting the sandy ground with a soft thump.

She peered around, realized they were on a cliff ledge somewhere, perched on a narrow ledge between the sheer rock face and the edge.

The beast started walking, sliding his body between a narrow crack in the rock wall. Elain glanced down, swallowing thickly when she saw that the trees below were nothing but a green canopy, too far below to make out any details.

She stood and followed the beast.

He was waiting for her, pacing back and forth in front of a lit fire. His head turned to stare at her, and Elain could’ve sworn he looked nervous. It was an expression so human, so indicative of intelligence that it startled her.

Slowly, she inched closer, one hand outstretched. The beast held still, letting her approach at her own pace. Her fingers lightly brushed over his head, and the stillness was broken, the beast bumping against her hand.

His fur was soft, surprisingly silky, and Elain buried her fingers in it. The beast seemed to be purring, a deep rumbling in his chest Elain could feel in her bones, even as his cock seemed to grow harder.

A sickening realization struck her, as she looked at the fire. She’d seen this set up, had just left a party for the same purpose.

“Lucien?” she asked.

The beast—no Lucien—pressed his head harder against her hand, his eyelids fluttering.

“Oh,” Elain whispered. “Am I the maiden?”

In response, Lucien’s nose returned to that damned slit in her dress. Elain spread her legs, letting him snuff her dripping pussy, still slick from her orgasm.

Elain thought he would return to that licking, was almost looking forward to it. But instead, Lucien pressed his head against her hips, forcing her down to the ground. He climbed back on top of her, and Elain realized a second too late what he was planning.

“Wait,” Elain pleaded, even as he lined up the head of his cock with her slick folds. She was sure it wasn’t going to fit, he dwarfed Graysen’s and that had already been painful at first.

Lucien didn’t listen, entered her with one mighty thrust. Elain screamed, sure she was going to split in two. Lucien rutted into her, sliding in and out of her body, aided by her slick. Elain lay on the ground, panting, unable to move. Whether she wanted to get away or to meet his hips, she didn’t know.

The soft fur of Lucien’s underbelly brushed against her clit, and she felt pressure start to build. The pain was fading, giving way to pleasure and she managed to lift her hips slightly, allowing Lucien to enter deeper.

The tip of his cock grazed a spot on her inner walls that had her seeing stars, and Elain cried out, any discomfort forgotten.

Lucien moved faster, pounding into her with a messy rhythm, hitting that spot again and again.

Elain came apart, ecstasy washing over her. Lucien followed her with a howl, pumped thick ropes of cum into her eager pussy, some of it spilling out onto the cave floor.

Lucien held himself over her, tongue lolling out as he panted. It was only after he was spent that he removed his softening cock and, with a flash of light, transformed into a high fae.

Here was the male Elain saw in her dreams, that long red hair and strong jawline.

He collapsed on his side next to her, breathing heavily. 

“I’m so sorry,” he said, russet eye wide with panic. “I shouldn’t have done that, I had just killed the stag and I saw you and the magic wouldn’t let me transform and…” he trailed of weakly, even as he scanned her face, looking for any sign of discomfort.

And then Elain felt it, that golden thread wrapped around her heart that reached out to him.

“You’re my mate,” Elain whispered, sitting up.

Lucien recoiled in shock, and Elain heard his heart’s rapid pounding in his chest.

“We may need to come up with a better story to tell our families how we met,” Lucien said after a minute.

Despite the situation, Elain laughed, earning her a dazzling smile from Lucien.

“We should probably find a better place to get to know each other,” he said.

Elain shrugged, lying back on the sandy ground, spreading her legs slightly. “Or I could just offer you something to eat.”

Lucien raised one eyebrow. “You do know that doesn’t count, right?”

“Maybe I want to see how you compare to  your beast form.”

Lucien’s smirk was predatory as he crawled between her legs, lowering his mouth to her clit and sucking.

“So does this mean you’ll accept the bond?” Lucien asked between licks.

“Are you complaining about my offering?” Elain demanded.

Lucien shook his head. “Never.” He inserted one finger in her cunt, curling it inside her. “I’ll wait as long as you need.”

Elain gasped, legs tightening on his head. “I know where to find you,” she said. “Somewhere in the woods.”

“I think I was the one who found you,” Lucien said. Elain opened her mouth to argue, but he bit her clit lightly, her cry interrupting whatever she was going to say. “My little fawn waiting to be caught.”

#consider this my application to join monsterfuckers anonymous #this fic was the only thing that got me through this week #I'd cry over math #and then write a little monster peen as a treat #elucien #actoar #elucien fanfiction #elucien fanfic #elain x lucien #acotar fanfic #elainarcheronweek2022

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finally found an application for Bayes' Theorem and it's for indoor location tracking using Wi-Fi

#cant believe math has application irl #mind blown #zuri rambles

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oh my god i am so crampy that i cannot move right now so fuck it. ag watch through is happening. will be tagging it with #ag watchthrough if anyone wants to mute that. one post with all my thoughts per episode .I did this once before but couldn't commit, but I'll try again. I need something to focus on right now, but not something I need to THINK about and this feels like a compromise. The goal will be one episode a day, counting queueing posts. Will I regret this a third of the way through season one? probably but so it goes.

#long tags. accidental methodology infodump #my therapist wants me to schedule time to relax so i can do this and say i set aside at least twenty minutes a day #genuinely need to get the cramps sorted out before i stop online classes though #i cannot function out in society like this #doctors were like 'yeah sounds like endo. no we won't check.' #like okay :) thanks :))) 👍 #would love to see more studies and info on the link between endo and eds #bc there are heavy anecdotal links #it seems like a really common comorbidity #i found one study that showed a link but it was from 1995 and was of 41 women #and it wouldn't let me in to actually read over the study and methods. it was author info and the abstract only #so idk how much was self reporting or what #and it looked like a voluntary selection which skews stuff BUT I COULDN'T GET IN TO LOOK #bc like ok here's the thing #Do I think there is a link given how heavily people report overlap and given the width of eds comorbidities? yes #but in a study where people volunteered for it #if they saw 'eds/gynecological disorder study applicants open' #then people who experience eds AND gynecological disorders will likely be the ones who apply for it #so any link might be misrepresented as having a larger correlation than it actually does #GOD I would love to get into this kinda stuff for a career if i could only do math #and like it gave numbers but no baseline #it said that the correlation was certain percentages but did not give percentages to compare it to for the general population in the abstra #and numbers like that are important due to their context and can be meaningless or innacurate without it #like. COMPLETELY RANDOM AND INNACURATE example. numbers are bullshitted #you can say that people should avoid traveling in cars because five percent of car crashes are fatal #that sounds worrying doesn't it? you can accept the 'thesis' as fact based on that statistic. it sounds reasonable. #and 70 percent result in up to severe injury #but you need the context to look at how many people use cars every single day and don't get in crashes #you need that larger context to it because cars ARE safe actually #and also think. what does the statistic count as 'injury'?