chaos blog

Listen, kid.
Science tells us that
the entire world gravitates
toward chaos,
that every atom
holding our fragile lives together
is falling apart.
Those 2 A.M. nights
when the salt water
in your lungs burned
and you couldn’t see a way out-
falling apart.
The boy who stabbed you with smiles-
falling apart.
Your brave sister,
your hopeless father,
your beautiful mother-
falling apart.

So, what’s the point, kid?
If we’re all marching toward an impending doom,
what’s the fucking point?
Science doesn’t tell us what to do
before the chaos we’re all hurtling toward.
And kid, that’s because science is full of shit.
Science only tells us the outcome,
not the desperately important in-between bits-
the ugly and terrible and painful,
the magnificent and lovely and magical
bits that sew up a life.

So, kid, you’ve got to live,
and not just that stoic existence you’ve
been stomping trough all this time.
You’ve got to be kind,
you’ve got to fall in love,
fall out of love,
no matter how much it hurts
because my god,
it’s worth it.
Don’t let the world turn you to stone;
you’ve got to feel.
And sometimes,
your heart will threaten
to march right out of your chest
because you’re so fucking full of it all-
of the people,
the places,
the endless days,
the eternal nights-
and kid, that’s fine.

Be brave.
Courage isn’t measured by the
number of people you’ve turned away
or by the counts of the nights you’ve
spent alone because you refuse to
give someone the chance to love you.
Being alone is not poetic;
you’ve got to let them in.
Let them peel back your skin
and waltz into your bloodstream
and love them,
love them,
love them.

And finally, kid,
your life has already begun.
Stop waiting.
Chaos is already underway.

—  Emily Palermo, A Lesson in Entropy
Hidden mathematical truths permeate our whole physical world. They are inaccessible to our senses but can be seen through mathematical lenses. Close your eyes for moment and think of what is occurring right now around you. Invisible particles from the air around are bumping on you by the billions and billions at each second, all in complete chaos. And still, their statistics can be accurately predicted by mathematical physics… The famous bell-shaped Gauss Curve…tells about the statistics of velocities of particles in the same way as a demographic curve would tell about the statistics of ages of individuals. It’s one of the most important curves ever. It keeps on occurring again and again, from many theories and many experiments, as a great example of the universality which is so dear to us mathematicians.
—  Cédric Villani in TED Talk
Irgendwann bist du an einem Punkt, wo du nicht mehr weißt, ob Rechts, Links oder Geradeaus. Du weißt nicht welchen Weg du gehen willst. Du weißt nicht, ob vor dir eine Sackgasse ist, Rechts die Hölle oder Links das Paradies auf dich wartet. In deinem Leben gibt es keine Straßenschilder, die dir den Weg weisen. Und auch kein Beifahrer in deinem Auto. Du bist alleine und musst alleine eine Entscheidung fällen. Aber du drehst dich nur im Kreis. Denkst über alles nach, an deine vergangenen Wege, an die Zukunft, an dein Ziel. Natürlich willst du ins Paradies, du willst glücklich sein. Aber geht das überhaupt? Du willst nicht mehr durchs Feuer laufen, du willst deine Füße im Wasser baumeln lassen. Die Angst, das niemals erfahren zu dürfen lässt dich immer wieder im Kreisverkehr fahren. Runde für Runde überlegst du wann du abbiegen sollst, bis dein Sprit alle ist und du mitten drin stehen bleibst und alles in dich kracht.

But I’m not ready to be a parent! *faints* W-what? Oh! They’re not canon? Phew! That’s a relief! ~ Spirit Roots 

Completed Crackships Babies! (NONE OF THESE ARE CANON! THEY ARE JUST FOR FUN). (Some of the mentioned blogs may have NSFW material) 

So here they are, the completed Crackship Babies. (Note: parent reference pics came from their respective owners blogs. I do not take credit for drawing those.)

I wanted to try something a little different from usual on them so, if you think they look different from my normal style, that is why.

Thank you to everyone involved and I hope you enjoy them. :)

In order from top to bottom For those who are curious, I’m also going to include what was going through my head as I created them:

Ephraim: Child of Oswald ( @nemovonsilver ) and Jeff ( @askthe-twistedking ). Requested by @chance-of-chaos. Like Oswald, he is a bit baby faced. He is also on the smaller side. He has a habit of picking on and teasing people he likes. He likes to sew, particularly making little plushies, but is easily embarrassed by them. He usually covers his embarrassment with faked confidence and cockiness.

Poison Oak: Child of the Wendigo Mare ( @greaserparty ) and Acid Poison ( @loulouvely ). Requested by @gowak. Whenever I looked at the wendigo mare, I couldn’t help but feel like she was kind of sad. I don’t know something about the eyes probably why I be an easy meal for her. I’m also not sure the direction loulouvely is going with Acid Poison’s cannibalism. Poison Oak struggles with her feelings on her cannibalism. She is usually quiet and isolates herself from others, but she is quite foul mouthed when she speaks, something she probably picked up from Acid. She intentionally doesn’t have a cutiemark because she is struggling with who she is and what she wants.

Alto Cornet: Child of Merciful Melody ( @chance-of-chaos ) and Spirit Roots (mine). Alto Cornet is very musically talented. She learned singing from Merciful Melody, trumpet from Spirit Roots, and learned piano as her own instrument. She can be quite shy, but this seems to completely disappear when she performs. She often twirls her hair around her hooves.

Endnote: Child of Airhead ( @airheadlibrary ) and Spirit Roots (mine). Endnote is very studious and well read not surprising with a librarian parent and a teacher parent. He almost always has some interesting fact or statistic to add to any conversation. He can be a bit scatterbrained from time to time, misplacing things. He likes to write research papers on almost any subject.