#Python Decision Making

[education43]

What Are the Qualifications for a Data Scientist?

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[the-scarecrow-of-aus]

Danny, Dan and Ellie are pleasantly talking to each other, happy to find out each other is doing well.

They introduce each other to their team mates who are confused how they know each other.

"Oh, we're siblings!" Is all they say.

Leaguers: [press X to disbelieve]

The meeting starts and constantine is in such a hurry to debrief the league he barely notices the trio... but he starts to when he tells the league about Pariah Dark being freed!

-

Danny who has been cracking jokes with Ellie goes angrily silent. ('That MF!')

Ellie is looking confused ('why the frell would someone release that idiot?')

Dan is grinning evilly ('ahhh, my favourite punching bag!')

To Constantine's sight however these three are burning bright. Bright as the power required to release pariah from his coffin, which by the time john dicovered them, the cultists had accomplished this by sacrificing many people to the tyrant king!

Dan and Ellie mostly talking to each other (but their voices carry across the quiet assembly area): "So... should we go to him or bring him to us?" Asked Dan, trying to keep the grin off his face.

Ellie squinted at the hologram showing the spread of Pariahs rampage across earth... or currently the slow crawl through the american Midwest, if you wanted to get technical. "Welp, lucky for us they chose a starting point in the middle of nowhere, Pariahs not a fast flyer, he's usually reliant on his army to spread the destruction"

"Still faster then half the league" replied Dan "not to mention the old fossils heading directly for the one place we 'dont' want him going".

*ahem* they look up to the entire hall staring at them "is there something you want to share with the rest of us?" Asks superman.

Danny asked simply "Yeah, you want us to deal with him now or later?"

Cue a one sided beat down of pariah as he heads to amity only to be met with three angry halfas:

I have an idea (again)

So this is a huge mashup of different timelines and characters, so bear with me. (Members subject to change)

Dani ends up joining the Teen Titans. (Team consists of Raven, Starfire, Cyborg, Beast Boy, Starfire, Damian, and Nightwing on occasion). They think she is a meta. She joins in her human form, maybe she’s at risk of destabilizing (but in my WIP, the GIW permanently blinded her In her ghost form.) Eventually serious chaos

Danny joins YJ in his ghost form bc YJ is a covert group. (Red Robin, Cassie, Kon, Bart) they think he is a ghost.

Dan joins the Outlaws (Artemis, Roy, Jason) in his human form, they think he has died and came back with to life like Jason.

None of them tell the other that they joined their respective groups.

They only find out when all JL allies get called to the Watchtower to help after a cult summoned Pariah Dark out of his sarcophagus.

[trendingnow3-blog]

Day-3: Mastering Control Flow and Logical Operators in Python

Python Boot Camp - 2023

Python is a versatile and widely used programming language known for its simplicity and readability. One of the fundamental aspects of programming is controlling the flow of execution based on certain conditions. Python provides various control flow statements and logical operators that allow programmers to make decisions and perform actions accordingly. 1. Introduction to Control Flow in…

[lordprettyflackotara]

chapter eight || hitchhiker || the proxies

SMUT MINORS DNI 18+. tw: humiliation like big time please read with discretion, degrading, rough sex, breeding kink, choking, face fucking

Masky knew time was running out.

In his hand sat a scrub brush, his fingers gripping the wood so tightly his knuckles were turning white. He knew they were running out of time. The Operator wanted you. He could see it now. He had been a blind fool to not realize it sooner. Your paranoia. Masky felt like a fool to ever even think that them being around you wouldn't cause this. He gritted his teeth as he scrubbed at your kitchen floor. They needed to do what they did best: disappear.

Toby was keeping The Operator busy, Hoodie occupied with finding Nova. They had agreed to let her live for your sake, so you would have someone while they were gone. Leaving meant one thing for certain: absolutely no traces were to be left behind that they were over there. No fingerprints, items, hairs, or any sign. Masky knew this is what they had to do. It was for your own good. They couldn't let The Operator have you. You didn't deserve this life of imprisonment. It was then your apartment door slammed open, your small figure shaking with rage. Masky's eyes widened, his expression hidden under his mask. You slammed the door behind you, reaching around to your back waistband.

You weren't proud of your decision to steal from Nova. She was your best friend. But as you clutched the metal piece in your hands, you had never felt more alive. You held out the stolen gun, aiming it at Masky's crouched figure.

"Who are you?" You asked coldly. You had never felt more explosive with emotions, your heart racing. "My name is Masky. I am a mere alter created by the Tim you know and love," Masky said flatly. You narrowed your eyes, your eyebrows furrowing. "Explain yourself," You ordered. Masky raised his hands, slowly rising to his feet. He noted you wearing his jacket even as you pointed a gun at him. "There's too much to explain, what you need to know-" Masky began, your audible scoff cutting him off. Your face was twisted in anger and betrayal, your hands beginning to visibly shake. "I don't give a shit what you think I need to know. Tell me everything. From the beginning. Leave out any details and i-i'll shoot!" You exclaimed.

Masky straightened his shoulders, eyeing you through his mask. "When you met us we had just gotten done with murdering Detective Williams, or whatever his name is. They all blend in together after a while. May I sit? We're going to be here for a while," Masky asked. He gestured to your coffee table. You frowned, cocking your gun towards the table. Masky recognized it to be a python. The same one Nova had threatened to kill Toby with. "I can listen to the story without your mockery. Detective Winston had a family. He had a community that looked up to him," You spat, venom lacing your words. Masky dug in his jean pocket, yanking out a box of cigarettes.

"They always do. He made himself a target by investigating the proxy symbol. I know Nova has showed it to you," Masky said. He was merely guessing, but your face twisting in surprise confirmed his suspicion. "The proxy symbol has been around for centuries. It was created by my maker, The Operator. An unstoppable supernatural entity that diminishes the sanity of his victims. The ones he wants to make proxies at least," Masky explained. He took out a cigarette, not bothering to offer you one. You looked like you could use one though. Your shaking was very noticeable. "When he plants the proxy symbol at a location. He has a specific target in mind. Once the target breaks down to his liking, he'll turn them into what we are. Enslaved proxies mindlessly forced to do his bidding," Masky told you. Masky knew it was highly unprobeable you'd actually pull the trigger.

But to make you feel better he took his lighter out of his pocket slowly. "However, in the modern day world, getting a proxy is a bit more tricky. Back when Hoodie and I-" He started, noticing you looking lost. He flicked the lighter, igniting the end of his stick. "Hoodie is Brian's alter. We were created due to Tim and Brian's mental corruption and faltering. We can swallow what The Operator wants. They can't," Masky clarified. He inhaled his cigarette, any protest of him smoking inside being kept to yourself. "Back to what I was saying. Back then, maybe seven years ago, people just used missing posters and if you weren't found in 48 hours, you were presumed dead. Nowadays there's cameras and more compassion," Masky rambled. He exhaled his cigarette through his mouth, a difference between him and Tim.

"Killing cops and detectives isn't our bread and butter you know. We used to just clean up corpses or crime scenes. But that symbol reaching a wider audience is lethal to life as you know it. Nova really fucked up, plastering that shit on television," Masky said in an annoyed tone. Your eyes were beginning to water, your energy spent on fighting back the tears that threatened to poor. "Why?" You asked. Masky raised his hand, as if having a gun at him was unfazing. "I'm getting there princess," Masky replied. He inhaled more of his cigarette, before quickly exhaling. The buzz gave him a decent amount of relief from stress. "When The Operator plants a symbol somewhere, he has a singular target in mind. If it gets exposed to too many people, they could suffer from his wrath too. You'd be surprised how many people are one day away from snapping. He targets the mentally weak, like Tim and Brian. The weak with deep down issues that he could exercise to his advantage," Masky said dryly.

"Don't say that!" You hissed. Masky gave you an odd look, one concealed by his mask. "Why? Because you made out with Brian? Because you shared a cigarette with Tim?" He questioned. Your tears were flooding your waterline now, blinks away from free falling. "Well listen up princess. They're the reason you're fucked," Masky barked. The tears became too much, two droplets sliding down your cheeks. "The Operator has now shown interest in you. And it's their fault. It's also mine, for not putting a bullet through your skull when I had the chance," He said coldly. Your hands were shaking, your finger trembling against the trigger. You had never shot a gun in your life. You feared if you removed your finger he would stop talking. But you also feared if you kept it there you may accidentally pull the trigger.

"And Toby?" You asked.

Masky picked up his head, "What about him?"

"How does he play into all of this? You haven't mentioned him once," You explained. Masky took another sharp inhale, the tobacco smoke circling around his lungs. "The kid was practically adopted by The Operator when he burned down his house. Tourette's, schizophrenia, and the inability to feel pain. The Operator’s perfect adopted child. Not including his homicidal tendencies," Masky told you. Your eyes widened, your heart beginning to throb painfully. "Homicidal tendencies?" You whispered. It suddenly occurred to you. Nova had been right all along. Masky pistol whipped you. He was responsible for the bullet wounds. "He cuts up the bodies?" You said, phrasing your words as more of a question. Masky nodded affirmatively. "Like no one you've seen before," He confirmed. You felt your stomach churn, nausea ensuing quickly. They were murderers, all of them.

You blinked slowly, soaking all of it in. You glanced over at your kitchen, noting a duffel bag on your counter and Masky's abandoned scrub brush on the floor. "Why were you cleaning my apartment?" You asked. Masky ran his fingers through his choppy hair. "To leave no traces of us. This is what we do. We get the job done, then we disappear," He said, the words spilling out like he didn't want to say them. You froze, his words soaking in. They were leaving? After everything that had happened? "And the duffel bag?" You questioned. Masky slowly rose from the coffee table, taking one last puff of his cigarette before tossing it into the sink.

He grabbed it, yanking open the zipper and tossing it upside down. Out spilled handfuls of hundred dollar bills. You had never seen so much hard cold cash before, your heart plummeting at the sight. “What is this supposed to be?” You gasped. Masky tossed the duffel bag aside. “A peace offering. We’re hoping you can forgive us. That’s around fifty thousand dollars. That’ll pay off your debts. Take the money and Nova and get the fuck out of town,” Masky advised. You temporarily put down the gun, feeling defeat.

“Thats what you think I want? To forget the three of you? Why did you do this to me? Use me to get to Nova? You-” You babbled, pausing when you realized you weren’t talking to Tim. You swallowed, choking on your own words. “Was it a game? To all of you? To Brian? Hood- Hoodie? Toby? Tim? You?” You questioned. Masky lifted his mask, tossing it aside. “Listen to me very carefully princess. Hoodie and I may have started off that way but you have no idea how much you’ve grown on us. How much we care about you. I mean, for fucks sake we just gave you fifty grand,” Masky said. You stomped over to him, grabbing a handful of the cash and throwing it at his chest.

“You think I give a shit about any of that? I let the three of you, five of you, what the fuck ever, into my goddamn life and not only, do you lie to me about who you are. You murder people due to a demon that you attached to me and now you’re just going to up and leave? Thats your resolution?” You exclaimed. Masky went to take a step towards you, your arm raising the gun out of instinct. “Dont fucking touch me or I swear to God i’ll shoot,” You threatened. The swelling in your chest was immense, pressure assaulting your chest.

For the first time in Masky’s existence, he felt something unfamiliar. He watched as you struggled to stay upright, your chest rising and lowering at a dramatic rate. “I don’t understand, why are you upset? This is the best course of action,” Masky said bluntly. You wiped away a few tears, your lip quivering uncontrollable. “Because I fucking care about you! About all of you!” You bellowed. Masky froze, watching your hand shake as you gripped the gun. He realized what he was feeling, his mouth running dry.

Remorse. He felt remorse.

In a swift motion Masky charged at you, one hand gripped around the python, the other backing you into the front door. His large fingers gripped around the gun, angrily tossing it to the side. “First things first princess, you ever aim a gun at me again i’m going to shoot you with it. Secondly, the next time you aim a gun at someone, maybe take the gun off of safety first,” He growled. You shook under his touch as he towered over you. “And thirdly, I care about you too,” Masky confessed softly. You stared up at him, the face of the man who you had shared a cigarette with and bought you cupcakes on a late night whim. Unsurely he brought his hand to your face.

He cupped your cheek, wiping away the remaining tears that stained your soft skin. You searched his eyes unsurely. “There isn’t shit we can do now about how we got here. But I want the best for you,” Masky told you. You put your hand on top of his, closing your eyes. “You all cant leave me. You- you can’t,” You whimpered. Masky’s gaze softened, watching tears flow freely. His thumbs couldn’t wipe them away fast enough. “You’re all I have,” You uttered. It occurred to Masky then, the situation you were truly in.

You had Nova, sure. But how long was it before she wanted a family of her own? Maybe she would keep you around, sure. But you worked a dead end job, one that clearly was not paying the bills. Your dreams were far and out of reach. You had no contact with anyone else besides them. How could he do it? How could Masky leave you here all by yourself? He always thought of himself to be stronger than this. To be stronger than Tim. He was created to be a ruthless obedient murder machine. Yet as you sobbed into his hand, he realized he may be more than that. He couldn’t allow The Operator to have you. He knew that for certain. But all he could do for now, was have you to himself.

He guided your head, using his hand to guide your chin to look at him. You swallowed, your eyes glassy as Masky pressed his lips to yours. His lips were rough, your arms wrapping themselves around his neck without a second thought. He pushed you flat against the door, his large hands roaming down your body. Briefly he bent down, reaching under your thighs. “Jump,” He grumbled against your lips. You did as commanded, the brunette lifting you like you weighed nothing at all.

Your legs wrapped around Masky’s waist out of instinct, his bulge rubbing against your clothed core. He began to slowly grind against you, the two of you groaning in each other’s mouths. Your hands found his hair, gently tugging at the roots as you meshed your lips against his. He swiped his tongue along your bottom lip, causing you to whine as you granted him access. Involuntarily you pulled him closer and closer, wanting Masky as close to you as humanly possible. “I have to warn you princess, I don’t play nice,” Masky huffed, pulling away from your lips. His cock was throbbing his jeans, each subtle movement of his hips resulting in a whine escaping your throat.

“I don’t want nice. I want you,” You whispered. Your doe eyes met his, your words only making him more flustered. “I’m not like Toby, I could seriously hurt you,” Masky repeated. You bit the inside of your cheek, your gaze flickering to his lips. “So hurt me then,” You agreed. Masky’s eyebrows raised, a devious smirk crossing his lips. “You sure you can handle it pretty girl?” He questioned. He brought his hand to your throat, squeezing the sides. You groaned as he restricted your airway, your hips rolling against his. “Holy fuck, you really are a slut,” Masky grumbled. He licked his lips, setting you down on the floor.

His hands fiddled with your sweatpants, shoving them and your panties down to the floor in a careless motion. You expected him to lead you to the couch or to drop to his knees. To do anything but what he did next. In a swift motion he picked you up by your thighs, nuzzling his face in between your thighs. Fear washed over you as he held you mid air, your back hitting the wall. You were almost touching the ceiling, your mouth running dry. “M-Masky i’m not sure-” You started to protest, Masky’s curious eyes gazing up at you. He held you as if you weighed nothing, his mouth dangerously close to your cunt.

“Something wrong princess? I thought you said you could handle it,” Masky chuckled. He straightened out his back, unfazed by holding you standing up.He had looped your legs over his shoulders, hit breath fanning over your folds. "It's just a b-bit high up here," You stuttered. Masky leaned forward, licking an agonizingly slow stripe up your folds. "I got you princess, now relax and fall apart for me," Masky purred. He brought his mouth to your clit, groaning into your folds as he devoured your pussy. Your core was aching, praying for more. His tongue wasn't enough, each flick making your body shudder. You began to relax, raking your hands through his hair as he lapped at your cunt.

Unlike Toby he was far more rough and assertive, his tongue teasing your entrance before continuing to lap any juices you produced. His grip on you was tight, your head tilting back against the wall as he held you in place. You felt the rope inside of you tighten. "Fuck Masky right fucking there! So close," You slurred. Masky took one last long lap of your cunt, before bringing you back to the floor. The tension inside of you dissolved. "W-what was that? I was so close!" You hissed. Masky grabbed a handful of your hair, dragging you over to the couch. He threw you over the arm of the couch, your ass high in the air. A sharp slap was delivered to your skin, a chill running down your spine.

"You'll take what I give you. Such a whiny little thing," Masky purred. He rubbed the skin he had slapped, admiring your flesh turning a deep red. The pain he delivered was gratifying, your core throbbing with a different desire. An ache you had never craved before. You turned around, throwing yourself to the ground. "What do we have here? A cock hungry whore?" Masky mused. You yanked at his belt, before undoing his jeans. Masky couldn't deny you, his desire for you too much to ignore any longer. You brought his cock into your mouth without a second thought, your doe eyes staring up at him. You hollowed out your cheeks, taking his cock down to the base.

"Do- Do you want me to face fuck you?" Masky asked unsurely. You nodded as best as you could with his length down your throat, the sight setting Masky's body on fire. He grabbed your hand, putting it in a neat ponytail. "Your wish is my command princess. Why don't you touch that pretty cunt of yours?" He suggested. You slithered one of your hands down to your cunt, rubbing circles around your clit as Masky moved his hips. His cock hit the back of your throat slowly, his eyes gleaming with pride as you took him in stride. You whined around his cock as your core ignited with a familiar flame. The vibrations made Masky moan your name, his grip on your hair now tightening.

"How did I ever think of leaving? Fuck!" Masky moaned. His hips began to move faster, his cock abusing your throat as it pleased. You gagged around his thick shaft, saliva dripping down the sides of your mouth. Humiliatingly it dripped down your chin, a small puddle of it forming on the floor. You circled your clit faster, gagging on Masky as he shoved himself down your throat. "Such a good slut for me. So fucking good. Fucking hell," Masky grunted. Tears flooded your waterline again, this time the sight satisfying to the brunette standing above you. He enjoyed seeing you so hungry for his cock. So desperate to get off that you'd let him throat fuck you as you played with yourself.

You could feel yourself getting close again, this time your eyes pleading as they looked at Masky. "Can I cum?" You asked, your words muffled by his shaft. Masky pulled himself out of your throat, a thick string of saliva connecting your lips to his tip. "Look at you. Asking me to cum like a good girl," Masky praised. You continued to circle your clit, the brunette crouching down to your level. He grabbed your chin roughly, planting a sloppy kiss to your lips. "That's too fucking bad that you need to cum already. You're only allowed to cum on my cock," Masky spat. He grabbed a handful of your hair, pushing you towards the floor. You held your ass high in the air, whimpering as you forced yourself to disconnect your fingers from your clit.

Masky made his way behind you, pressing down on your back for a better arch. "You need to cum on a real mans dick princess. Lucky for you i'm here," Masy huffed. He slapped his tip on your drenched folds, the slightest sensation making you squirm. He pushed himself inside of you, both of you groaning in unison. "You're so lucky i'm here. If Tim was doing this he'd hold your hand. But that's not what you want. Is it?" He asked mockingly. He grabbed your wrist, pinning them behind your back as he bottomed out inside of you. "You want to be degraded and be a whore, don't you?" Masky tsked. You squeezed his shaft, then attempting to wiggle your helps so the brunette would move. "I'm not a whore!" You protested weakly. Masky grinned devilishly, pushing your head to the ground.

Your face was an inch away from your previously fallen saliva, your eyes widening. "Lick it up or I won't fuck you," Masky threatened calmly. You hesitated, his hand roughly grabbing your hair, guiding you over to the pool of saliva. "I don't think I stuttered princess," He growled. Humiliated, you stuck out your tongue, deciding to lick the saliva off of the floor. "Only whores do this kind of shit to get fucked. Guess that makes you a whore," Masky chuckled darkly. He began to move his hips, moans escaping your lips as you licked the wood below you. "You're my whore though, don't you ever forget it," Masky rambled. He snapped his hips into yours, his cock abusing your g spot with ease.

Your body shook as Masky pounded into you, his fingers gripping your waist so hard your sinful noises were a mixture of pain and pleasure. You couldn’t control the sounds you made, Masky’s cock pounding into you mercilessly. You felt the cord inside of you tighten again, Masky’s thrust alone enough to send you over the edge. “My fucking whore. C’mere,” Masky snarled. He released your wrist, grabbing you by your hair and yanking you towards him. Your back hit his back as he thrust up into you, your thighs beginning to tremble. Roughly he brought his hand to your throat, squeezing it harshly.

“Go on. I know you’re dying to cum on my cock,” Masky grunted. His breath was hot against your ear, his grip on your neck only tightening. “Just know once you do i’m going to cum deep inside of you,” Masky informed you. You whimpered, your body being forced closer and closer to the edge. “Awe you like that idea, don’t you princess? I can feel you squeezing me. You like the idea of me breeding you,” Masky snickered. It was then your vision went white, your breath shallow as you came around his cock. Your walls milked Masky as you rode out your orgasm, the brunette behind you grunting as he came inside of you.

Dazed, you felt Masky’s hand slip away from your neck. Slowly he pulled out of you, his cum dripping down your thighs and traveling onto the floor. You slumped onto the floor, Masky’s strong hands preventing you from fully falling over. “Let’s get you tucked in princess,” Masky mumbled. You allowed your eyes to flutter close, entrusting the man with a mask with take care of your limp body.

“Hey Masky?”

“Yeah?”

“You guys are staying, right?”

Masky hesitated, clearing his throat before answering, “Yes we are.”

“Can I keep the fifty grand too?”

—> next chapter

[kasarasun]

what if I made a thing or it already was that while Airplane wrote the world, Peerless Cucumber illustrated it (only the animals. And Binghe, fighting the animals.) And then then then

He'd totally do it on an alt account, right?? Peerless Cucumber can't be seen making fanart!! (And he's good at it. Like, wiki is using his art in the monsters and beasts pages (that Peerless Cucumber volleyed for. He also separated it from the plant section.) Because 1 its good 2 the artstyle is consistent 3 there isn't a lot of monster official art, other than that one with the black moon rhinoceros python and those other ones and 4 it's really that good)

Haha incomprehensible parenthesis nesting aside, Airplane is watching the forums, right? Not sure about other stuff in canon but he looks at the forums and the fanart and the fiction and most of it is probably corn and binghe and just a little bit of mobei-jun and also the wives tm but!! There's also that guy!!! The monsters guy!! (People would probably suspect 'Drawing the Beast's Ire'- or some other sex euphemism I'm not good at making those- of being Peerless Cucumber because 1 the writing style is the same 2 Peerless Cucumber is the number 1 contributor to the PIDW wiki and a lot of it is the monsters and beasts section and it makes sense, yes??) Anyway, Airplane shooting towards the sky suspects but not too seriously suspects Mr ire of being cucumber's fanart alt but uh uh that ends pre-transmigration section

So, Shen Yuan starts running about, right? Things seem really... familiar, maybe thats the word?- for some reason. This is because every animal and plant he's ever drawn, sketched- maybe even thought about but that's a stretch?- is his design. The firefly parallels hold their forelimbs like butterflies. That is how far down it goes. Maybe it doesn't come up until later, but beasts and monsters from fanfiction get involved, oc species, too... anyway,

Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky transmigrates 30 years (iirc) before Peerless Cucumber. He was an avid enough follower of Drawing the Beast's Ire to recognize that these are their designs! Here's where it gets really crazy. Xiao-Mobei comes along, and while he's still pretty young, Airplane can tell that this is Drawing Ire's design! Some aspect, maybe his ears or teeth, (this isn't a well built theoretical tangent) of Mobei isnt canon. Its Drawing Ire's. From that one Northern Kingdom collection. Whatever stretched his world building into coherence, completion, didn't just pull from fanwork, official art, whatever it could find, it went for Drawing the Beast's Ire's designs specifically. Damn that's crazy Airplane ahahaha moving on,

This is getting really long so I'll be a bit more concise, (want to know more? Talk to me. Please talk to me. I want to interact with the fandom. Ask me questions. Poke your fingers into my cage.) This all comes to head at the Immortal alliance conference. The monsters and beasts really start pouring in! And Shen Qingqiu/Yuan remembers his creations. However, he assumes that this is because like 1 other person maybe was Drawing ghost head spiders.

Hey, Peerless Cucumber really liked the monsters, right? The deadlier, crazier, more intricate, the design the better! So maybe, when he was drawing, he... added some things, really believable, logical additions, really just small creative decisions...

Anyway, the monsters that Drawing the Beast's Ire made were where it came to a head.

Lets have another Canon divergence. Maybe, during or after Binghe gets pushed in, out of the rifts comes a species that Drawing Ire created. It's beautiful, poisonous, beloved, and really quite deadly. Shen Yuan/Qingqiu, Peerless Cucumber, Drawing the Beast's Ire... realizes, quite like airplane before him, that he's illustrated, practically sculpted with his own hands, monsters from the Endless Abyss with claws and teeth and poisons as deadly as Peerless Cucumber thought that the really cool monsters could deserve. It feels like he's the one cutting, biting, poisoning his sweet little sheep. It feels like he's digging out the marrow from his little white lotus disciple's bones.

Ok it is shut up time 👍

[fated-normal-767]

I had like some analysis to add or something but that addition about that metaphor just knocked me the fuck out I thiunk I hauve Covid wait up a moment . Okay. Yeagh. Oh for real. It’s definitely that but I also think the very specific pressure put on people in that role to almost govern life and death means that at the end of the day the ideal situation is just not thinking anymore. Like all of them apart from possibly normal timeline Hannah and oulixes did that in some way

you know shimmer’s whole thing in the swap au where they feel compelled to just give up ability to make decisions? That’s not even a them thing I think every single person who’s had that job has done that in some way. It has an impact on someone I think.

I love using the metaphor of misbehaving dogs and this is perfect for it I think . Dogs that used to be at risk of getting put down if they bite so it’s safer to just wear the muzzle y’know .

[omg-snakes]

Im a fan of reptiles as a concept, but due to a nosey cat have no interest in housing one. So imagine my surprise to read your ask-answer about snuggly snakes! I was under the impression most snakes werent fans of being handled, and at most tolerated it to make tank cleaning or feeding easier. What species of snake tend to be snugglers?

Hey friend!

I respect and appreciate your decision to not bring a reptile pet into your life at this time. As we spend more time observing snakes and interacting with them, we begin to understand that their expressionless faces hide an emotional depth and a rich inner being.

Each snake has an individual personality, but as long as they are empowered and their bodily autonomy is respected they can quickly learn that humans provide opportunities to be outside of their enclosure! Whether they're enjoying the warmth of our bodies, the ability to see/smell new things, or just fulfilling a desire to move, they can derive the snake version of happiness from time with their handler. So yeah, some snakes really do enjoy being handled!

While each snake is different in their behavioral preferences, certain species and life stages tend to be more active or more lazy. Ball pythons are the most likely to be snugglers. Boas and pythons in general tend to be less inclined to get the zoomies, especially as they get more mature. Adult colubrids such as corn, king, and rat snakes can also be calmer and more interested in being comfy than going everywhere, though as babies they mostly want to explore. It's pretty common for an adult colubrid to want to do a bit of cruising, find a cozy spot to nap for a bit, then wake up and get back to it.

I think it's awesome that we're at a point in our keeping practices where folks are less frequently asking about minimum requirements for survival or breeding, and starting to ask about how to maximize well-being and contentment for their pets.

That's what makes this hobby so rewarding for me and it's what I love to see in today's keepers!

[cybershock24601]

Decided to make my Creepy Crypt Baby Ingellvar a spirit of Liberty solely so I can have her and Solas play out the "help! help! I'm being repressed!" scene from Monty Python.

Solas: What makes you qualified to lead?

Rook: I'm not the leader. No one is.

Solas: What.

Rook: We're an anarcho-syndicalist commune. We take it in turns to act as a sort of executive officer for the week.

Solas: Yes.

Rook: But all the decision of that officer have to be ratified at a special biweekly meeting.

Solas: Yes, I see.

Rook: By a simple majority in the case of purely internal affairs,-

Solas: Be quiet!

Rook: -but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more-

Solas: Be quiet! I order you to be quiet!

Rook: Order!? Who do you think you are?

Solas: I am the Dread Wolf!

Rook: Well, I didn't vote for you.

and then things devolve from there until we get to the point of Rook going "Come and see the violence inherent in the system! HELP! HELP! I'm being repressed!" because I just feel Spirit of Liberty Rook poking holes in Solas' pride and image he has built for himself as a great liberator by being a very dedicated anarchist would be pretty funny.

[tsartistry]

Screw it, who wants some Niobe Fic spoilers?

This is mostly backstory stuff. Ideally it will come up in-story as a dramatic reveal somewhere, but maybe talking through it in-depth will help me sort it out in my head.

So!

Let's start at the beginning.

The mastermind behind the plot to kidnap and brainwash Lester is the titan Astraea. She is a goddess of innocence and purity, and has watched with great sadness as humanity has plunged into corruption over the millennia.

She blames Zeus for this. Humanity had flourished during the golden age of Kronos' rule, and she had been devastated when the Olympians prevailed during the Second Titanomachy. She wants Olympus to fall, and to bring humanity back to the Golden Age when humanity was more pure and innocent: No strife or conflict -- but also no higher knowledge or technology. She wants to send humanity back to a pre-Paleolithic lifestyle.

Astraea was watching from the stars as both the Second Titanomachy and the Second Gigantomachy both failed. If Olympus were to ever fall, it wouldn't be to any outside force. But if she can manipulate them to turn on each other, they could easily destroy themselves.

What's that got to do with Lester?

Astraea needs to show the other gods that Zeus can no longer maintain control. By turning Apollo mortal, he's inadvertently given her a perfect opportunity to strike.

Astraea arranged for Lester to be captured right after defeating Nero, but before he could reach Delphi. Her plan is to delay that final battle, allowing Python to grow far more powerful and become a true threat to the Olympians. Apollo is the one destined to defeat the serpent, but as long as he is her captive, he cannot do so. As far as the Olympians will know, Apollo has simply vanished without a trace. Soon enough they'll realize that Zeus' decision to punish Apollo has ruined their one chance at defeating Python before his rise to power, and they will turn on their king. Between battling the serpent and fighting with each other, Olympus will fall.

What is Astraea's endgame here?

Her plan doesn't end with the fall of Olympus. She plans to allow Python to rampage for quite some time, causing an apocalypse and set humanity back thousands of years. Once the mortals are sufficiently culled, she will bestow Lester with enough power to defeat Python, and have him finally slay the serpent.

Lester/Apollo will rise victorious and Astraea will enthrone him as the new King of the Gods, one who will rule a new golden age like Kronos did thousands of years ago.

What about Niobe?

For this plan to work, it's not enough for Lester to have his memories erased. He needs to be sheltered from any outside influence, and he needs to remain off the Olympians' radar.

Astraea offers Niobe the ultimate revenge against Leto by stealing Apollo as her own son. Niobe eagerly accepts this, and is willing to raise him to Astraea's standards to ensure he'll have the right mindset when it's time for him to finally ascend. As a reward, Niobe herself will also ascend as a goddess of motherhood when Lester does.

To make Lester undetectable, Astraea does not simply remove memories, she actually cuts away pieces of Lester's soul and hides them away so Apollo's divine essence cannot be detected. This leaves him not just empty but incomplete, and easier to mold.

It's a perfect, foolproof plan!

And she would have gotten away with it, too, if it weren't for those meddling Egyptians!

[catt-nuevenor]

The Future

Time to establish what's going to happen from this point forwards.

The vast majority of you have been exceptionally patient this last year, and for that you have my deepest thanks. You've given me the time to not only write a book, but edit it, and send it off to literary agents, something I would have long given up on doing without the continued support of those who enjoy my writing.

Now that the book is off doing the rounds independently, it's time I got back to Myrk Mire.

Originally Myrk Mire was built in ChoiceScript, a scripting language created by the Choice of Games company. Choice of Games control what is done with their script, understandably, they own it. This does pose some restrictions. I can't, for example, release any paid material built using ChoiceScript unless it is directly through their publishing label. If I do publish under their label, I maintain IP or Intellectual Property Rights, however I also grant them the exclusive rights under perpetual license to publish the multiple choice game 'electronically'.

Source: Choice of Games.com

As you can see from the outline above, they do make exceptions for stories published in non-competing formats, and for sequels, prequels, and spin-offs. However, traditional publishing houses might require stricter control over IP, distribution, and exclusivity. It will only become more and more complicated as things progress, and being locked into a perpetual license agreement of any nature is not a decision to make lightly.

As some of you may be sensing from the tone of all this so far, I'm going to be moving Myrk Mire away from Choice of Games and ChoiceScript, and into a new medium/format.

After tinkering, and trialling with a few alternatives, I've decided to go with Renpy. Renpy, while largely used for visual novel style games and stories, provides a very workable framework for interactive fiction, and is an Open Source script, it isn't beholden to publishing contracts, licence cost, or exclusivity.

I'm not going to be diving into transferring Myrk Mire right away, it's a huge piece of writing, in an entirely different scripting language, and as previously stated, there are a lot of changes I want to implement with the cast. Instead, I'm creating a trial story: One Háḟest Day. My Patrons have been aware of all this for about a month or so, and have already seen some previews.

One Háḟest Day takes place in Aldmirham before the events of Myrk Mire, around the time the Main Character and the Wanderers first arrived in town. The reader will have the choice to follow one of the romanceable characters through a single day, with opportunities to explore their lives and relationships before the Main Character and Child come along. I hope it will provide a proving ground for the changes that previously caused debate, and an opportunity for people to try out the new format and interface.

My plan is to distribute One Háḟest Day through Itch.io, working with their early access framework and voluntary payments for such as soon as one of the character routes is ready to play from beginning to end, updating regularly with the other characters as they too are completed, and with additional features as required. Once the full game is complete, I will release a separate full build with a set minimum price that can be discussed with the community as we move forwards.

At the second, I'm aiming for a web hosted format and a desktop/laptop downloadable format, with phone compatibility to come later down the line once things are stable.

I will post production updates and info when I can to tumblr, though a lot of what I'm doing now is very python coding heavy, so perhaps not that interesting?

I've included some screenshots below of very early development, featuring a Character Log and Word Log that I hope will allow readers to more easily navigate the story. I'm toying with the idea of having a Mysteries Log as well that will keep track of snippets of information gleaned from each character's route, but that can be a tinkering feature for now.

Let me know your thoughts, concerns, or excitement, though do keep all messages objective and polite.

[tsarisfanfiction]

What Is Victory, Anyway?

Fandom: Trials of Apollo Rating: Teen Genre: Family, Angst Characters: Kayla, Apollo, Meg, Cabin Seven This isn't Kayla's first aftermath. That doesn't make it any easier. @toapril-official TOApril day 2 - Heavy Are The Resting Laurels. With Laurels, it was only ever going to be a Kayla-centric fic! I've already done a ficlet about her winning the Olympics, though, so I went a little more sideways this time...

Kayla wished she didn’t know what the aftermath of battle was like.  She wished she didn’t know how victory didn’t feel like a victory, when there was still so much to do, so many injured to help and rubble where there hadn’t been rubble before.

Unfortunately, this wasn’t even her first time.  Or her second.

The only thing she could say about this time was at least the battlefield wasn’t their job to clean up, unlike the last time, when Gaia and her army – and the Romans, too, and she didn’t think she’d ever forgive Octavian’s memory for that – had churned up and destroyed the area surrounding camp.  Nero’s Tower could sway and collapse and rot for all she cared.  That wasn’t their responsibility.  It certainly wasn’t Kayla’s.

Chiron had called it a field trip.  She wasn’t sure if she agreed with that.  Admittedly, it was a far better and more controlled introduction to mass conflict than she and Austin had got, two years earlier with the fate of Olympus resting on the result of a siege in Manhattan, but it still wasn’t gentle.  Gracie wasn’t crying now, but her eyes were rimmed with red and her cheeks sparkled with crusted salt.  She’d caught Jerry rubbing at his eyes with his wrist earlier, too.

Whatever it was called – field trip, skirmish, battle, war – it was over, and they were headed back to camp, carrying some of their number on stretchers and packing them in the minivans.

None of her siblings were old enough to drive.  They all piled in with cabin four, Miranda behind the wheel and more young, brand new campers with tear-stained faces huddled as close as they could get to the front and their sisters.

Will and Austin had taken control of their younger siblings, leaving Kayla on guard, because she was better at guarding than healing.  That left Kayla free to observe, to watch the other campers, to see the one child of Demeter not joining the huddle at the front of the vehicle.

Meg was staring straight ahead, sat firmly in the middle of the van as far away as possible from all the windows – inconveniently so, because she was blocking some empty seats and it would be an exercise in futility to move her.  Even Will hadn’t tried.

Maybe on another day, Kayla would have sat next to her, pushed the other girl out of the way to claim a seat in the row.  Not now.  Not after a battle, and the need to stay close to her siblings, even if she was the guard rather than the comforter.  The youngest three had claimed the back seats, and Austin and Will were bracketing them.

Kayla sat the row in front, bow across her lap.  She didn’t have many arrows left, not ones that were still in a condition to fire, rather than ones awaiting repair, but she had enough.

She wondered if Apollo had enough.

Technically, they hadn’t lost anyone.  No-one from camp had died, this time.  If anything, their numbers had grown, with Nero’s demigods not quite prisoners of war, but not quite new campers, either.  Kayla wasn’t entirely sure why Meg wasn’t with them.  She supposed that was probably Chiron’s decision.

But even though the numbers of campers hadn’t lessened, there was still one, heavy hole in their returning numbers.  They didn’t know where Apollo was, where he’d disappeared to when he’d gone down the stairs and not reappeared again.  Chiron hadn’t let them follow, hadn’t let them look.

All they knew was that he had gone to face Python.

And that he wasn’t expecting to come back.

Kayla hoped, hoped, it was Lester he wasn’t expecting to come back, but that Apollo would.  That this would be the end of the mortal punishment and he’d win and regain his godhood, be the golden haired young adult from her dreams rather than the mousy-haired, acne-ridden teenager Will’s age she’d been seeing.

She hated that they didn’t know.  She hated that it wasn’t certain, that he might not come back at all.

And she hated that there was nothing she could do about it.

[casualcannibalisms]

k so i just remembered the post that inspired this one, so im gonna mark down the other points they made about how toa being set 10 years later would fix everything, and why i think it would've actually made everything worse, but im not doing it on THAT post bc its abt reyna and she deserves to have a post to herself

percy and anabeth need a break??? percy's mother is in toa more than him! he is in like, two scenes. annabeth is a mentioned character but she's not there! they are getting a break!

would explain why the other characters aren't there is the final point. they are??? they just aren't going on apollo's quest??? they are there for a few chapters, or maybe the whole book, but you need an explanation for why they aren't jumping on a life threatening quest beyond "they are teenagers, who have school and lives, and are willing to help out a little bit but not for the whole thing?" is that not enough for you? that they're teenagers trying to finish their last years of high school?

WHY I THINK PUTTING IT 10 YEARS LATER WOULD MAKE THE TIME LINE WORSE

Python was already established as a threat at the end of hoo. was already in delphi. the 6 months that apollo was missing was such a big thing because it made python stronger the longer it was there. making toa take 10 years in the future makes it so apollo was missing for 10 years, which means that Python was in charge of delphi for 10 years. why should we be worried about python after that? its not like anyone in cannon cared if they waited 10 years to have apollo handle it cared.

Nero, Commodus, and Caligula are working with python to topple Olympus, and have been helping chronus and the giants in a "the enemy of my enemy is my friend" way, with the express idea to back stab them after they won, when that didn't work, they were going to do it themselves. and they proved very good at it in toa, capturing almost all of apollo's oracles and taking down communications within months of apollo going missing. not only that, but also they partner with taraquin to decimate new rome with the zombies i mentioned in the linked post. again, months after apollo goes missing. doing any of this goes a decade later kinda kills their intimidation factor. why not take the chance of Olympus being weakened from not having one of their 12 missing? that decision would have to be explained.

the whole reason that no one really wants to go with apollo is like... hello, they're still rebuilding from the war they just had? and no one knows whats going on with new rome bc they cant contact with each other? because communications are down? and new rome cant justify sending an actual messenger to chb because, you know, the zombies and the war combined kinda fucked up their population stats. it'd be a suicide mission to send someone.

so like

no, making toa happen 10 years later wouldn't fix anything.

also, why did they put that post in the lester papadopoulos tag when he's not mentioned but they dont tag reyna when she's literally someone they're calling out for <i>"not doing enough"</i> for new rome?

[slinkies-and-dragons]

It's snake weighing day this morning! Keep reading to see all the babies!

A little context on these cuties.

They were found abandoned in an apartment, and we're pretty confident they were a breeding setup. Because they're adopted, we don't know all of their morphs, so if you recognize any please let us know!

First up is Cali.

Yes. She is a spider morph. If you're unfamiliar with them, they are (as far as we're concerned) an unethical morph because they are prone (by which I mean I have never heard of one without) to a nervous system condition known as wobbles. This can present in varying degrees of severity, and is often very stressful for the animal. If you want to get a ball python, and the breeder you're looking at offers spider morphs, please do not support them.

That being said, we're monitoring her closely to see how severe her wobble is, as she has already shown that she has one. She is a beautiful snake and if her quality of life isn't too bad, we'll be keeping her around, but if she's unable to live well we have already made the decision to not let her suffer.

At this time, she is not showing severe symptoms, and I'm hoping she will be able to spend many years with us.

She weighed in at 1242g and is roughly 47 inches long.

Next is Ato! She weighed in at 778g and is roughly 33 inches long. She's our shortest!

After her, we have Hym! Our only new male, he weighs 1498g and is roughly 48 inches long. A big guy!

After Hym is Terp! She weighed in at 1126g and is about 40 inches long. Terp has a bump on her snoot that the vet believes is akin to a callus, but we're going to keep an eye on it to make sure it doesn't grow.

Pom is next! She's our littlest, but not shortest!, weighing in at 621g and measuring around 40 inches.

And last but not least is Nia! Our biggest new addition, she weighs a nice 1530g and is around 48 inches in length! She had the biggest poo I've ever seen this morning and was scooty because of it, so she was a little hard to measure and she may or may not be longer than 48.

Nia has a stubby little tail, and we're hoping she's just ~like that~, but we're gonna make sure we keep an eye out for potential stuck shed issues because of it.

We're pretty confident Nia is a high melanin morph, but we could be wrong!

So them's the girls (and Hym)!!

We'd love to hear your thoughts on their morphs! We're going to do some research ourselves too, but I think it'd be fun to see what others think :)

[randomitemdrop]

Trick or trivia

Happy Halloween! I do enjoy trivia of many types, but one of my favorite genres is what I call the Berenstein Timeline: unmade shows and movies, versions of classic movies where studios and producers made different decisions, some better, some much worse. All of these are real projects that were, on some level, considered (there are some recurring names)

"Heat Vision & Jack", a 90s pastiche of 70s-80s action shows starring Jack Black as an astronaut on the run from the law and Owen Wilson as his talking motorcycle

"Jurassic Park" directed by Tim Burton with Johnny Depp as Alan Grant, Jim Carrey as Ian Malcolm, and Vincent Price as John Hammond

the 90s "Batman" directed by Ivan Reitman; Bill Murray and Eddie Murphy were going to star but couldn't decide which of them would be Batman and which would be Robin

Back in the 1970s the American network was getting good numbers showing heavily-edited reruns of "Monty Python's Flying Circus", so they tried to sell the Pythons on the next logical step: an animated Saturday morning cartoon

"Edward Scissorhands" still directed by Burton but starring Tom Cruise or maybe Michael Jackson

"Return of the Jedi" directed by David Lynch; Harrison Ford was considering not coming back for the third movie and so when he came out of the carbonite there was a chance he would have been Christopher Walken

Guillermo del Toro's "At the Mountains of Madness". Also "the Hobbit" and lots of other things, he seems to have a lot of unmade projects

the 2010s "Star Trek" movie directed by Quentin Tarantino, where the edgy reboot crew visits the Gangster Planet from that one stupid episode of the original series

Everybody knows about the unmade "Superman Lives" starring Nicolas Cage in the title role, but did you know it was going to be directed by Tim Burton and include Christopher Walken as Brainiac, who would have been a green head on spider legs

Harold Ramis didn't particularly want to act on camera, so when they were casting "Ghostbusters" Egon could have been Christopher Walken, Christopher Lloyd, Jeff Goldblum, or John Lithgow. Supposedly the movie was originally intended to be a relatively serious exploration of Dan Akroyd's very real interest in paranormal investigation, although this clashes a bit with the fact that Peter Venkman was originally going to be played by John Belushi and Winston Zeddmore was written for Eddie Murphy who backed out when the character's backstory and most of his lines were cut

John Waters' animated series "Uncle John" on 90s MTV

the original version of "Bill & Ted's Time Van" starring Pauly Shore and Sean Penn

"Red Dragon" (the original Hannibal Lecter novel) directed by David Lynch starring John Lithgow as Hannibal Lecter and Mel Gibson as Will Graham

the 1970s "Dr. Strange" TV series

the 1990s Disney animated "John Carter of Mars"

the 1990s Warner Bros animated "King Tut" musical with songs by Prince

the serious horror version of "Beetlejuice"

Drew Barrymore's 2000s remake of "Barbarella"

the Dungeons & Dragons movie James Cameron was going to make until TSR left the table over merchandising disputes, forcing Cameron to go work on some dumb movie about the Titanic

American "Doctor Who" movie starring Michael Jackson

Canadian "Doctor Who" cartoon by Nelvana starring a Doctor based intensely off of either Jeff Goldblum or Christopher Lloyd

"Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" directed by Terry Gilliam

"Good Omens" directed by Terry Gilliam and starring Johnny Depp and Robin Williams

"The Black Cauldron" using character and background designs by Nightmare-era Tim Burton

[just-puddding]

I have (half) finished my little game project.

For the @nin-burger valentine's day event I decided that I would make a playable ui, perhaps biting off a little more than I could chew. The deadline I set for myself has arrived and I am happy with how much I did get done so far

I wanted to hit all the event prompts, but ended up not really marking them off in any visible way, though they would be in the final game redition

Enough yapping, I'll leave it for under the cut, here's the game:

Alrighty! So, as promised, here is my yapping along with my planning notes and explaining of how I got through the prompts

First things first; these are my original notes as I divided the routes that would exist. At this point of the process my intended submission was a choose your own adventure fanfic, but I discarded that because the logistics seemed difficult.

From there I went about writing down the prompts on my notebook and brainstorming how to fill them with my base game model.

Here's where I decided to start doing CGS, which became pretty much the only thing I really did as I decided to switch from a finished long fic with branching paths to a simple playable ui– part of what motivated this decision was the fact that I knew I would have to learn python for uni, which I was starting in a few weeks.

So; I set about downloading ren.py, looking up tutorials on how to do image galleries and the likes, I also start on my cgs; here are some of them and how they fill their prompt

(also, obviously the otome game is filled by the fact that it's an otome and the in-game prompt is kind of filled by the fact that it is a game, I hope)

Final act, valentine's in jail

Kakashi and Obito go to jail, simple as that. Obito in this universe runs the Akatsuki, which is both the Konoha university theatre club and an actual street gang. He very stupidly wears his Akatsuki cloak out in the opening and gets caught mid-festivalz dragging Kakashi– his date– along with him

Jailed bird, till death do us part

Hanare, an exchange student who Kakashi met once and helped by chance. She is utterly obsessed with Kakashi and invited him out for the festival to kidnap him. Yay.

Saturn and her son, Incubi/sucubi:

Kaguya, an incubus, is revealed to be Kakashi's mother– explaining why he has so many people pining for him no matter where he goes. Kakashi not pleased by this arrangement

Sharing is caring

Kakashi ends up with literally everyone.

Mariana trench, Love festival

All the endings fill this prompt, as the goal of the game is to choose whose invitation to the school valentine's festival Kakashi will accept. This one illustrates it best, even if the the stands are empty because these drawings are more concept art than anything.

Either way; Rin invites Kakashi to go with her to the festival and brings Isobu, her pet eldritch being along, she wins Kakashi a bisuke plushie. They end this beautiful night with Rin musing about how the world will end.

Then there is a few prompts that would be hit along the routes, I made some scrappy quick doodles of how the mid-game CGS would look like, with varying qualities

Struck buy Cupid's arrow and matchmaker:

Team seven comes to the conclusion that they need to help an unwilling Kakashi to find love this valentine's. Also the entire concept of Hanare's path is that she acts like she was hit by a cupid's arrow

Love at first bite:

Kakashi and Obito reminisce about how Kakashi bit a chunk off his arm the first time they met :)

My heart is (literally) in your hands

Kakashi and Rin visit the aquarium and Kakashi is plagued with off visions of her heart bleeding out as she looks at him. The hallucinations Kakashi has of Rin's death are actually very common for him, they're caused by her close proximity to Isobu

What about relationship reveal, holiday hater and love language? Well, relationship reveal is just Asuma and Kurenai- telling everyone they've been (unsurprisingly) dating this whole time and Holiday hater is actually Kakashi's character whole concept throughout the game, but it is best exemplified in my first chapter fic draft, which I will link my Ellipsus doc, as I'm not posting this on AO3, which gives everyone the added bonus of seeing my route rambling

And about love languages, I originally was going to make character profiles, which would list their love languages, didn't get around to it though :/

(because Tumblr decided to post instead of save to draft my chapter is neither finished nor edited. It's kind of fine though because this is more of a progress log than anything else, nothing is finished! That's the fun of it [not really] in the end!)

[fellowshipofthenoodles]

Hi! I met a ball python at a small animal rescue yesterday with the spider morph "wobble" condition. He was surrendered by a previous owner. Because the shelter is overwhelmed, he's in a pretty small enclosure (basically a plastic drawer - the rescue is at-capacity and doing the best they can). I got to interact with him a bit and I'm considering adopting him. I don't have any other pets and can provide a pretty stress-free environment, but I'm still unsure if it's wise to adopt him or not. He's 10 years old and his wobble is considered "moderate". Do you have any tips on keeping a wobbly snake? Any help is appreciated - thank you!

Hello!

Thank you for considering adopting him, we need more people who want to give them good lives rather than breed them ❤️

Generally good a big thing to keep in mind with wobbly snakes is the decor. They can get caught on things easily and sometimes can be at risk of hurting themselves or having decor fall on them. Very sturdy decor is ideal, you want bigger pieces of wood and such that you can make sure are very stable and not going to fall or move easily. Avoid things like hanging plants since they can get tangled in them, using larger standing plants that won’t be a tangle risk is the best option for greenery.

Be prepared with feeding that they are more likely to bite you during this because of the difficulty orienting themselves. Anything that can cause stress or excitement will make the wobble worse so food time can be precarious. We’ve found that drop feeding is an easier way to do things both for us and for Dizzy.

We don’t really handle Dizzy except for health checks, we don’t want to add stress and since handling isn’t necessarily enjoyable we keep it at a minimum.

They can be more sensitive to heat so having the heat a degree or two lower than the typical recommendation can help with not making the wobble worse.

Unfortunately snakes with the wobble do often have shorter lives, closely monitor him and see if the wobble gets worse with no signs of improvement. If you feel like he has little quality of life then take him to the vet. It’s a sad part of keeping wobbly snakes but important to keep in mind. Ball pythons can live for 20-30 years though so if he’s around 10 then he likely still has a few years at least and a good home can go a long way to helping his wobble!

I hope this helps with your decision ❤️