#i need to learn Python right this instant

[scoobydoodean]

But also IF I am around all day long and you can tell I won't get tf off Tumblr you should be looking at me like this to shame me as if I were Dean Winchester eating a whole pint of ice cream and you were Sam telling me I am going to get killed by a werewolf because I can no longer run fast enough to escape.

I need to do soooo much actual work so if I am not around as much in the coming weeks that is why.

[cyberanalyst023]

Common Myths About Data Analytics and the Truth Behind Them

As a solution architect, my journey has been deeply intertwined with the evolving landscape of data analytics. Throughout this journey, I've encountered numerous misconceptions that often deter organizations from fully leveraging the power of data. Enrolling in data analytics training online at ACTE Institute was a pivotal decision that equipped me with the knowledge to debunk these myths and harness data analytics effectively.

Myth 1: Data Analytics Is Only for Large Corporations

A prevalent belief is that data analytics is a domain exclusive to large enterprises with substantial resources. This misconception leads smaller businesses to shy away from adopting data-driven strategies.

Truth: Data analytics is scalable and accessible to businesses of all sizes. With the advent of user-friendly tools and cloud-based solutions, even small and medium-sized enterprises can implement data analytics to gain valuable insights. ACTE's training emphasized practical approaches, demonstrating that with the right tools and strategies, any organization can benefit from data analytics.

Myth 2: Data Analytics Requires Advanced Technical Skills

Many assume that a deep technical background is a prerequisite for engaging in data analytics, which can be intimidating for professionals from non-technical fields.

Truth: Modern data analytics tools are designed to be intuitive and user-friendly, lowering the barrier to entry. During my training at ACTE, I learned that with proper guidance and practice, individuals from diverse professional backgrounds can acquire the necessary skills to perform effective data analysis.

Myth 3: Data Analytics Is Too Expensive

The perceived high cost of data analytics solutions often discourages organizations from investing in them.

Truth: There are numerous cost-effective and even free data analytics tools available today. Open-source platforms like R and Python, along with affordable software solutions, make data analytics financially accessible. ACTE's curriculum included training on these tools, highlighting how organizations can implement data analytics without significant financial burdens.

Myth 4: Data Analytics Provides Instant Solutions

Some believe that data analytics offers immediate answers to complex business questions.

Truth: Data analytics is a process that involves data collection, cleaning, analysis, and interpretation. It requires time and iterative refinement to yield meaningful insights. ACTE's training instilled in me the importance of patience and diligence in the analytical process, ensuring that conclusions are well-founded and actionable.

Myth 5: More Data Equals Better Insights

There's a common assumption that accumulating vast amounts of data will automatically lead to better insights.

Truth: The quality of data is far more critical than quantity. Focusing on relevant and accurate data is essential for meaningful analysis. ACTE emphasized the importance of data governance and the need to prioritize data quality to derive valuable insights.

Myth 6: Data Analytics Is Only About Historical Data

Many view data analytics as a tool solely for examining past performance.

Truth: While historical data analysis is fundamental, data analytics also encompasses predictive and prescriptive analytics, which forecast future trends and recommend actions. ACTE's comprehensive training covered these advanced aspects, enabling me to apply analytics proactively rather than reactively.

Myth 7: Data Analytics Can Replace Human Judgment

There's a fear that data analytics might supplant human decision-making.

Truth: Data analytics is a tool that supports and enhances human judgment but does not replace it. The insights derived from data require contextual understanding and domain expertise to be effectively applied. ACTE highlighted the symbiotic relationship between data-driven insights and human intuition in decision-making processes.

Myth 8: Data Analytics Is a One-Time Project

Some organizations treat data analytics as a one-off initiative rather than an ongoing process.

Truth: Data analytics should be an integral part of an organization's continuous improvement strategy. Regular analysis allows businesses to stay agile and responsive to changing dynamics. ACTE's training reinforced the importance of embedding data analytics into the organizational culture for sustained success.

The Transformative Role of ACTE Institute

Myth-busting and skill acquisition in data analytics were significantly enhanced by the training I received at ACTE Institute. Their structured and practical approach demystified complex concepts and provided hands-on experience with industry-relevant tools. This training was instrumental in advancing my career and effectiveness as a solution architect.

Real-World Applications of Data Analytics

Implementing data analytics has led to tangible benefits in various projects:

Enhanced Operational Efficiency: By analyzing workflow data, we identified bottlenecks and streamlined processes, leading to increased productivity.

Improved Customer Insights: Data analytics enabled a deeper understanding of customer preferences, allowing for personalized marketing strategies that boosted engagement.

Risk Management: Predictive analytics facilitated the identification of potential risks, enabling proactive mitigation strategies.

Conclusion

Dispelling these common myths is crucial for organizations aiming to leverage data analytics effectively. The comprehensive training provided by ACTE Institute was pivotal in enhancing my understanding and application of data analytics. For professionals seeking to deepen their expertise, programs like data analytics training in Hyderabad offer valuable opportunities to develop practical skills and knowledge.

Embracing the realities of data analytics empowers organizations to make informed decisions, drive innovation, and maintain a competitive edge in today's data-driven world.

[silly-jellyghoty]

A random though which turned out to be a lot longer than i have anticipated, but please bear with me. I swear that i have a punch line in mind.

So!

Ball pythons with the spider gene have wobbling issues and have a hard time to right themselves up when turned. That's what every python owner and breeder knows (or should know). I'm not a zoologist or a genetist or any other relevant -ist, but hear me out.

While playing around with my Artemis (a queen bee morph aka pastel + lesser + spider), i have noticed that the only time she wobbles is when she has her head and neck up above the substrate, but the moment she feels a touch in the wobbling area, she immediately stops wobbling and clings to whatever has touched her. If that means she is touching ground after being flipped up side own, she rights herself up. If that something is the side and then the ceiling of her terrarium, she scales it up (and then flops down when there's too little of her on the ground to keep the ballance), if it's my hand, she slithers along it as if it was ground, even if she is technically still up side down.

So it made me think.

What if the spider wobble isn't a mental issue in terms of a faulty brain activity, but rather it's connected to nerves responsible for detecting gravitation and body position (i'm sure those have a real scientifical name)? Maybe they are underdeveloped, maybe they are deformed, maybe entirely missing. I don't know. But if the snake isn't aware of what is up and what is down and if it isn't aware where exactly and in which position is the rest of its body, it would explain the wobble. After all, it's hard to keep steady if you can't fine tune your muscless due to lack of information usually provided by those sensors.

Since they lack this essential but often overlooked sense, spider gene pythons learned to compensate by using touch and sight. However unlike those position sensors which if i remember correctly from my long past biology classes are connected directly to muscle tissue, sight and touch needs to be processed in brain and only then send into muscles. The time delay may cause wobbles through compensation and overcompensation of the ballance (instead of instant muscle tension correction of non-spiders in comparision) back and forth so while in average the snake stays in more or less the same position (lurking to catch their prey), it can't keep perfectly still.

The corkscrewing may be a combination of this aspect and extreme stress, be it positive or negative. If the snake is scared, stressed, or overly excited from smelling food or an ovulating female or similar, their tiny brain may be simply so caught in the moment that it stops processing touch and sight stimuli and translating them into right muscle tension. As a result, instead of sticking to the ground or holding themselves in the S shape like before the strike, be it to hunt or to defend, muscles contract to create bends, but they are doing it wrong, resulting in a spiral shape aka corkscrew instead of that characteristic S.

Many rescue pythons come from owners who only had them in empty boxes with just water and substrate. These snakes often come in with stress issues, wobbling and corkscrewing hard as a result (for all understandable reasons) yet magically stop doing it or at least stop doing it as frequently as before, once they are placed in habitats with a proper enrichment. Also older snakes often "grow out" of severe wobbles they had as babies and juveniles (maybe because their brains are finally fully developed to process touch as their main muscle sense so to speak?) My guess is that it's exactly because of this enrichment, however not because they are green or made of wood*, but because of simply having many obstacles all around. Whenever a snake starts wobbling and it touches something, it is reminded - this is here, this is down, crawl now. It's easier to be aware of that when there are leaves and twigs all around, than when it's only the box, ground, and one water dish somewhere in the corner.

This could explain why spiders are found in nature instead of being extinct. After all, the spider gene wasn't a mutation developed and noticed in captivity, but caught wild and then selectively bred for the pattern. Snakes with this gene must then logically be able to feed, mate, and generally do snake stuff on their own without any help. The main reason why they can do this is probably that pythons with spider gene in nature are always surrounded by thousands of plants, roots, grass blades, and other stuff providing them with those oh so necessary subtle touches all year around. And while they may wobble a bit from time to time, their specific pattern is more than enough to compensate for their less successful hunts by making them quite invisible. Pros and cons of genetics.

Another advantage of the gene may also be directly connected to their lack of one vital sense. So the snake doesn't have any idea what is up or down but is pretty sure that touching stuff with belly does the trick, right? My theory is that because of this, they could be better climbers. After all, solid stuff is solid stuff, but while non-spiders tend to stick to the ground because they know that down is good, more or less, spiders would seem it as perfectly reasonable to crawl up branches. After all, solid is solid, crawl now. Again. Their pattern looks less than round and oval leaves in various stages of decay and more like a bunch of sticks throwing shade over a tree trunk. Perfect masking for climbing if you ask me.

Now for the punch line.

So i have deduced that instead of a snake variant of mental disability, spider gene (and possibly other wobble genes) can be rather a physical disability - an issue with registering gravity. Other than that, these ball pythons are perfectly normal and healthy snakes happily living their lives anywhere where they can climb and slither and cling to solid stuff regardless of whether the thing is actually the ground or not, right?

So. I propose an experiment for confirming this theory - get the spider python into space. Put that baby into a habitat made of sticks and pieces of plumbing and fake plants. They would be a perfect sample for whatever other experiments anyone would make with them. Royal pythons don't drink. As long as their humidity is right and their food juicy, they get enough water as is, so there is no need for unpractical water dishes in space. They also don't care about there not being any "up" unlike mice and was that a chicken once? A duckling? You know what i mean. You don't even need to feed them for months if they are nice and chubby prior leaving the Earth, they would be just fine in their little space hides through the whole duration of the mission.

So i say - space snakes

*) don't take this as me dismissing enrichments, i am not. They are useful and fun and keep your animals safe and healthy, plus also they look great as a display

[badsext]

Night at the Mausoleum: Klaus x Fem! Reader - Part 4

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Warnings: I’ve taken a few liberties with the timeline…artistic license lol!

All day long you had the feeling that something wasn’t right. You moved through your classes like a zombie and when you got home you couldn’t seem to focus on anything. Klaus would be at the mausoleum that night. You were nervous about how he had processed the kiss - if he had any memory of it at all. To make matters worse, the spirits were entangling themselves in your emotions like never before.

You sat waiting at your usual perch by the window with your book. Your nervous mind’s tendency to wander had you rereading the same passage over and over again. Hargreeves was late and that was a first. He was nothing if not punctual. Having seven children to abuse meant keeping a tight schedule.

You opened your sketchbook to see if there was anything to share with Klaus. You had a meditative way of sketching whatever was lurking in your subconscious. It was usually pretty abstract, but interesting. As you flipped through the pages you noticed something taking shape in the smudged charcoal. You figured you’d show Klaus to see what he could make of it. You stuffed it into your backpack as Hargreeves drove away, then hurried down the hill, excited to extract Klaus from the mausoleum. But the scene when you got there made you stagger back in shock.

There on the mausoleum door was a new sophisticated looking combination lock. Klaus was screaming so loud his voice went hoarse. It all came crashing down in a instant. You had gotten sloppy, left some evidence behind. Hargreeves learned about your scheme and switched the lock. You struggled to breathe. Guilt gripped your heart like a python.

Klaus, sensing your presence, cried out for you. You stood there for a moment paralyzed with shock and guilt and fear and regret. You wiped the tears from your eyes, then forced a deep breath to center yourself.

You couldn’t even look at him through the gap. Instead, you pressed your forehead against the middle of the door. “Yes, Klaus. I’m here.”

“He knows, Y/N. He fucking knows.” You could hear the snot and tears. It was the first time you’d ever heard Klaus use that word and it was appropriate because Klaus was essentially fucked.

“I can see that. He’s used a combination lock…Let’s try some numbers,” you said, trying to remain positive in spite of the overwhelming bleakness the situation.

“Your birthday!” You tried the sequence. 10…01…89.

“No, that would be too easy.”

“Is there anything else you can think of?”

“No, there’s nothing.”

You slumped down to the ground. “I’m sorry Klaus.”

It was quiet for a moment.

“Please just keep talking,” he sounded so scared, like the first day you met.

“Of course.” You repositioned yourself to peer into the gap. Klaus was kneeling on the stone floor with his head in his hands.

“I’m all out of weed or I’d give you some more…” You rifled through your bag searching unsuccessfully for your earbuds. “Shit, we don’t have any music either. I left my earbuds inside. I’ll run back and get them.”

“No, stay here.”

“I could sing…Do_you_want_to_build_a_snowman?,” you belted out the first few notes of the Disney classic.

Klaus rewarded you with a small laugh. “Just taking is fine.”

“Okay, Klaus…We’re gonna get you through this.” You struggled to think of something to talk about. Your mind kept coming back to the kiss, but this was definitely not the time. “I saw an owl eating a snake the other day…it was really wild. At one point I wasn’t sure who was eating who. Was that a pun? I didn’t mean that as a pun.”

“Not helping!”

“Right! Sorry, I’m nervous. This is a lot of pressure…Oh, hey…I have some sketches to show you.” You ripped the selected pages out of the notebook and slipped them through the crack in the door. You saw the lantern light shift and it was quiet again. Too quiet for too long.

“Uh, what’s going on in there, Klaus.? What are you thinking? Talk to me.”

“I think you should leave.”

You waited for the punchline to what must have been a joke, but Klaus stayed silent. “What is it? What do you see?” Klaus?…Klaus!

“Just go.”

Your mind was racing. This was not like him at all. In the years that you had known him he had never reacted to anything his way. You tried to recall exactly what you drew, what could have upset him so much, but the image in your brain was somehow gone, erased. Without knowing what to do or say, you left the mausoleum crying, alone and confused.

To be continued…

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[starlightshore]

Probably a loaded question, but with all the game engines you've worked with, what are the pros and cons for each? I'm really interested in trying my hand. So far I got rpg maker mv for a paid engine, but I'mma l look into free ones also. (Game Maker seems a bit expensive for my tastes :()

GOD YEAH game maker is... so expensive... i’m hoping my bro gets me it for Christmas when its on sale. but even then like. ouch. that price tag.

so here are all the programs I've used to make my fangame at some point:

uh. long ass post ahead.

COST: 15$

its a visual novel making program! like RPG maker, its not code based, but visual based! you just click and drag the stuff from the left onto the right area and boom. game made. Honestly, a really good introduction to making a video game! Its very basic and simple, which is very newbie friendly. Lots of Youtube videos on how to do things too.

You can technically do more with it by using the program’s coding language OR by using java-script, tho personally i’m not good at coding yet so i never really saw what i could do with it. i haven’t really used it in a year but honestly, i can’t thank it enough for being such a good introduction to game development.

Pros: cheap one time fee, easy for newbies and visual based.

Cons: very limited to just visual novels, and even then to do more complex stuff you really have to work for it to get it to work.

RENPY

COST: FREE

THE free visual novel program. It’s a bit of a learning curve since everything is done in script, (ie: no visuals) BUT its VERY simple and easy to learn and once you get it and it clicks, you can do a lot with it! because you code it yourself, the limits are nearly endless. uses it’s own language, but you can also use python (or its built on python? can’t remember lol) and python is built for newbies.

Pros: free, limited only by what you’re willing to learn to do with code, while you can make RPGS its pretty limited since its not built for it

Cons: only super easy to use once you get over the learning curve. if you have any experience w/ code, its a breeze. if not, still easy to learn!, you can only use it for rpgs, NOT a visual program

(and other RPG Maker game engines)

COST: 50$ (EXPENSIVE! but it does go on sale once in a while. i got mine at 20-ish$)

idk if you plan on making a UT fangame too but its totally possible!!! i’m doing it!! and i would be very happy to share/help others with theirs. i mean. mostly its just plugins from other people, but i did set up a pretty nice inventory and i can show ya’ll how i make the sprites. (since UT has a lot smaller tileset size) and honestly, if you need help w/ this program my instant messenger is always open B)

uh anyway. RPG maker is a godsend for someone like me who is very visual minded and has a hard time grasping code. i know python... ok-ish. im still a noob. ANYWAY yah, theres LOTS of tutorials and plugins you can sink your teeth into, big communities who are all happy to share and help each other out. its pretty great! (actually, you could say the same w/ all these game engines! but the RPG maker forums is like. super nice from what i’ve seen)

so like, with youtube you can learn how to use it within a day or two, frankly. and you can do SO much with it w/ plugins. and the community is ages old, and the game itself is a few years old and has plenty to offer. you need something? likely someone else has made a plugin or forum post on the topic and someone has helped them figure it out. HIGHLY recommend this program if you can afford it (and you already have it, so honestly, just go w/ rpg maker.)

i wouldn’t super recommend the default assets cause the community hates them. they’re way over used and people see it as “lazy.” its good as like, a stepping stone but you shouldn’t rely on them for your whole game if you can manage your own graphics or pay someone to make them. if not, theres still free tilesets you can use if you look for them.

Pros: big friendly community, lots of resources to use, capable of A LOT of things, hassle free for the most part!

Cons: price is big, but it goes on sale often and the older versions of RPG maker aren’t that much different/worse. granted, MV is the best but like, the others aren’t bad. quite a bit to learn at first, but really simple honestly.   

COST: Free (sorta. you need a license for certain aspects, but really u could do it free w/ zero issue except for exporting to multiple devices)

ok so like. i don’t. really know how to use unity too well. out of all of these, i haven’t used it for long. while still somewhat visual, you still have to learn a quite a bit of code and look up tutorials to figure out specific things you want to do.

for UT fangames, there is UNITALE/Create Your Own Frisk which uses unity, tho you don’t need the Unity to make games unless you want to make a overworld. since i’m making a overworld and more, i’ll need to learn how to use Unity. It’s a uphill battle but i’m fairly certain i can do it eventually.

there’s a LOT of resources but theres also a LOT to learn. untiy is pretty big and well known, for both 3d and 2d so like, go ham. have fun.

Pros: can do anything

Cons: can do anything so you gotta learn how to do it w/ code.

Cost: has both a subscription and a license you can purchase. its,,, pricey and doesn’t go on sale all too often.

I actually don’t have ANY experience with this program except for like. a few night’s worth. i read the manual if that counts for anything lol.

uh, its very script base and it looks good? uh. idk. its. yeah? i heard its great and i’m sure for that price and for it to be respected so much its got a lot live up to. my brother likes it and hes a Real nerd. so. i guess??? it should be worth it? i’d say wait until around Christmas/later in November for the steam sale if you really want to.

i mean, UT was made with the first one (tho i hear GMS 2 is way better) and toby didn’t know how to code going in so like. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ honestly anyone can learn it and while i haven’t gotten to use it much yet, I want to.

there’s the Undertale Fan Engine made with GMS 2 and i’ve tried it, its pretty extensive and frickin cool.

TLDR; figure out what kind of game and story you want to tell/make. i could of saved a year’s worth of work if i just sat myself down and realized i wanted to make a completely new fangame separate from my old blog stuff. and that i wanted to make an rpg specifically.

honestly, i want to make more games after AL, like, if i could become a indie dev that’d be my dream. (ironic since i don’t play video games LMAO)

but yeah! theres lots of choices, and its all a little overwhelming honestly! if theres anything you need help with w/ any of these programs I am happy to help further. I wish you the best of luck!!!! video game making is hard work but its so worth it!!!

[jflashandclash]

Traitors of Olympus IV: Fall of the Sun

Forty: Kalypso

The Gentle Touch of Sunshine

             Atë landed a foot away. Her right hand dangled limply, but her left was already redirecting the baseball bat at Kally’s ribs.

           This was not what Kally had in mind when she said she wanted to help the others. Throwing her discus from a distance? Definitely. Helping Pax make Get Well and Don’t Kill Us cookies for the Romans and Greeks? Yes.

           Going toe-to-toe against an immortal?

           Kally trembled.

           In that moment, the overwhelming scent of blood and rotten flesh made Kally’s stomach curl.

           With her empty hand, Atë plucked her fingers towards Kally in her hi, I want to rip your organs out greeting as she swung the bat. “Child of Prophecies, how good is predicting my actions if you’re too weak to stop them?”

           When Kally blocked Atë’s second hit with the discus, Kally almost flopped backwards onto the ground. Her mind scrambled to remember everything Mr. Paine and Axel had taught her about fighting, but, like the day of any typical chemistry test, all it could come back with was, Yea, failing could be bad.

           Kally didn’t have anything to properly counterattack a bat with nails. She wasn’t used to balancing the weight of the Cloven Terror helm, and the only weapons she had was her discus—

           You have more than your discus. The Silver Tongue Snake has taunted you into using your birth right. Focus it yet again.

           You want me to sunshine her to death? Kally demanded. She scrambled backwards, trying to buy herself time to think. That parlor trick worked great on ghosts that eviscerated in daylight naturally, but—

           Sunshine isn’t so gentle on Mercury.

           Did you talk to Alabaster in riddles and metaphors? Kally thought in irritation.

           Yes. He is smart enough to understand them.                    

           Atë leisurely approached. “The perfect someone who doesn’t learn.” She cocked her head to one side, those red eyes glassy. “Letting Axel and Ajax trick you over, and over, and over again. Ignoring that Alabaster was damaged long before I touched him. Trusting people that are stupid to trust, just like your mother did, because you can’t squeak out a line of protest.”

           Kally choked.

           She stopped retreating.

           The Cloven Terror’s laugh resonated in Kally’s mind.

           Atë raised her bat. “Do your mom and you share the same flaw? A family of mice. Too shy to squeal? The flaw of the doormat.”

           Atë swung.

           Tears stung Kally’s eyes, making her glasses fog up, but it wasn’t from fear or sadness.

           Kally put a hand out. The tug in her stomach made her whole body quiver. She wanted to throw up. But, she also wanted to blast Atë’s head off. The energy radiating off her hand was so brilliant, she winced. If she could have considered it, she would have been thankful for the shade the Cloven Terror helm afforded her gaze.

           When the bat impacted Kally’s outstretched hand, she barely felt it. Unlike last time, she didn’t stumble under the strength of the hit.

           Kally felt heat buildup under her fingers. The bat caught fire. The nails melted out of the wood. She enunciated each word through her clenched teeth, making sure Atë understood her, “I. Am. Not. A. Fucking. Doormat.”[1]

           She tore what was left of the bat from Atë’s hand.

           Atë grinned, squinting through the radiance and heat emanating off Kally’s hand. “Like Ajax. So full of surpri—”

           Kally slammed the discus into Atë’s face. There was a loud thunk. Maybe not the same resonance of when Atë hit Alabaster, but Kally could hear the Cloven Terror’s raging laughter.

           It wasn’t just the helm. Kally laughed in two-toned harmony with the Cloven Terror, as the Cloven Terror.  

           There was a sweet satisfaction from the fact that Kally’s brilliant light had blinded Atë from predicting her attack.

           Atë stumbled backwards.

           “Oh, Goddess of Mischief and Ruin,” Kally felt her mouth move with the Cloven Terror’s words, “Could it be that your fatal flaw is picking the wrong people with which to fuck?”

           With which? Kally thought.

           We’re not ending a sentence in a preposition. I’m a monster, not a savage. Now, focus.

           Kally had a lot of questions to ask Alabaster about how the helms formed their personalities.

           In the meantime, she honed her thoughts on what Atë was: someone who preapologized for abuse, someone who watched passively as a step-father-of-sorts was torn from the insides by a tree, someone who hopped from the distraught to distraught, watching them take their last plunge into a fatal decision without helping.

           After stumbling, Atë hadn’t made another move. She stared at Kally, one red eye still wide with curiosity. The other was swelling shut. From Kally’s Apollo senses, she could tell Atë’s cheekbone was fractured, but rapidly healing. “My fatal flaw…” Atë echoed.

           The sunlight intensified in Kally’s hand; Kally could smell burning flesh, but ignored it. She needed more than a blinding source.

           Mold it. The way the son of Poseidon can weaponize one essence of life, you can weaponize another.

           Kally exhaled. The tugging in her gut was becoming unbearable. To dismiss it, she concentrated on fueling her fury and honing it, like she honed the brilliance in her hands until it shaped into a glistening javelin.

           “Stay away from my friends and stay away from this camp,” Kally hissed, “Or we will show you the wrath of the Triple A Chimera.”

           Kally lunged.

           Smoke sizzled in front of her.

           Atë vanished.

           The javelin tore through a ghoul yards behind where Atë had been and another after that, then proceeded on it path, blasting through ghost after ghost. As it flew, the ghouls ignited into flames, screamed, and were eviscerated.

           Black mist curled over Kally’s shoulder, and she could feel Atë lean down on her shoulder, sliding a hand under the end of the Cloven Terror’s helm to stroke Kally’s neck. “You will have a moment of weakness again where I’ll get to figure out your flaw. You and each of your friends,” Atë said, “When it happens, I’ll be there for you, waiting. Because I love doting on your kind.”

           With that, Atë was gone.

           Kally wanted to curse in frustration. Tears of anger streamed down her cheeks as her knees turned to jello. The Cloven Terror helm suddenly felt tremendously heavy. One of her hands burned like she’d shoved it onto a stovetop and counted to thirty.

           The screams around the camp came back into focus. There were less of them.

           Kally collapsed to one knee, clutching her Argonaut statue in her good hand.

           She had assumed she could predict Atë‘s movement logically, the same way Alabaster had. Atë made her waste a lot of energy on a hit that didn’t land on the right target. When Kally glanced to her peripheral, and her view went panorama, she didn’t see Atë reappear on the battlefield. But, Kally couldn’t feel like she’d won a victory. Python was rampaging, trashing cabins. Phobetor had amassed an army of sleeping Greeks to assault the already overwhelmed Romans.

           Kally clenched her fist, pain spreading through the seared flesh. She forced herself to her feet.

           Without backup, this is a losing battle. Statistically, you won’t make it out alive if you don’t retreat now, the Cloven Terror warned.

           The chilly, winter air flushed the camp with a breeze, temporarily pushing away the scent of blood, metal, rot, and sweat. For an instant, Kally remembered how nice this camp looked when she first showed up in the Pax mobile, when she’d been claimed and her tiny hologram healed everyone around her. She wished Apollo could be useful, for once, and do that again.

           Anger boiled in that knot of her stomach.

           Are you ready to try to kill another god? the Cloven Terror asked knowingly.

           Without needing to answer the baited question, Kally walked towards the battle.

 Thanks for reading! I hope you guys enjoyed! :D Tune in next week for Hazel--When Your Mom Scolds the Hope Out of You.

[1] To be added to the list of “sweet,” fair-haired heroines that use “fucking” for a dramatic ending. Thank you Mrs. Weasely and Rachel Keller.

[chiseld]

30 days of Python: 23/30

I’ve been making such boring posts lately, today I’m finally bringing you something (a little) more interesting!

I returned to my favorite code challenge site, CodeWars, for the first time in a while. I solved a couple of challenges in a single line of code, feeling cool about myself, and feeling especially cool when I looked at the other solutions afterward and realized that mine was identical to those that were ranked highest in terms of “best practices” and “clever solutions”.

However, I then tried another challenge and all my coolness went down the tubes. And THAT is the one I decided to share with y’all here, because it’s important to remember that “being cool” is not the goal of learning.

The challenge was this: Given a string s and a number n, remove n exclamation points from s, going left to right.

My extremely cumbersome – but functional! – solution looked like this:

Twelve lines of code! Ugh! All coolness had evaporated in an instant. And I felt even dumber when I went and looked at the other solutions afterwards and saw stuff like this:

And even this:

But here’s the lesson I want to share today: Being at a certain level of knowledge and comparing yourself to those who are further ahead of you should be INSPIRATIONAL, not depressing! You are lucky enough to get a peek at the future and see where your own path will inevitably lead you – if you stick to it and don’t give up.

I’m already so much further ahead in my journey of learning Python than I was when I started. At the beginning, I wouldn’t have been able to solve this challenge at all – and I wouldn’t have been able to understand the more advanced solutions when I saw them, either.

But now I can hack something together that works, even if it’s ugly. And when I read what the awesome advanced programmers wrote, I can actually understand the concepts behind what they’re doing, even if my skills aren’t quite solid enough yet to use those concepts myself.

This is progress! And I need to remind myself that as long as I put in the time, I won’t be able to STOP myself from progressing, even if I wanted to! Exposure and practice breed knowledge and skill.

[harrisonstories]

RTE Radio 2 Ireland - BP Fallon interview with George Harrison (18 Oct. 1987)

Photo by: Brian Roylance, Genesis Publications

This is an interview I’ve edited and uploaded to youtube because it’s quite long, and it was in two parts, so I’ve combined them together. You’ll notice at about 14:52 there’s a slight jump in the conversation which is where the second part begins. 

I really love this interview. It’s one of - if not my favourite interview he ever did. I strongly suggest you give it a listen. Similarly to the Swedish Fan Club Tape, George is extremely calm and open, and Irish DJ BP Fallon asks refreshing questions. BP Fallon has himself had an interesting life, and at one point worked at Apple for Derek Taylor (You can also see him miming the bass in the Instant Karma Top of the Pops video). I’m guessing this related to why George felt relaxed. I hope you enjoy it.

Below I’ve included the written version of this interview by BP Fallon for The Sunday Tribune. It has some information not available in the audio (not sure if it simply wasn’t recorded, or if there’s another version which includes the full conversation):

"Sometimes it feels like another world, another life, some previous incarnation," George Harrison says. "I view it a bit through a haze but, y'know, people don't ever stop talking about it so it's hard to got too much distance between myself and The Beatles." 

George Harrison doesn't mind that, not anymore. "I used to," he admits. "I used to not like it at all. I wanted to be free of it. Now I've learned to live with it. And also, don't forget, there was a period when The Beatles split up and there were all kind of court cases and bad vibes and stuff and that left a bad taste in the mouth for a while but after the years it's all cleared up, everybody's friends again." 

He's sitting in a little office in the house owned by his company Handmade Films, just off Cadogan Square in Knightsbridge in London, a few streets behind Harrods. Fourty-four-years old this man is, he has a bit of a beard and his shortish hair is swept back and there are new lines on his face. He drinks coffee and smokes ciggies and when you sit talking to the geezer you can't help but feel warmth for him. 

As one of John, Paul, George And Ringo, The Fab Four, as a member of the most popular, the most inventive, the most influential rock group of all time, he has gone through one of the strangest trips ever. They were Gods once, The Beatles. And sitting here now, George Harrison comes across as a normal bloke.

He was born in Liverpool, the fourth child of Harold and Louse Harrison. George's father was a bus driver - before that, he had been a ship's steward on the White Star Line for ten years and from one of his travels in America had returned with an old wind-up gramophone and records by bluesman and yodeller Jimmie Rodgers and country singer Hank Williams. Young George was smitten. He listened to skiffle, people like Lonnie Donegan and songs about the Rock Island Line. And then he heard Elvis Presley singing Hearbreak Hotel. "It came out of somebody's radio," George Harrison says, gazing out the window at the autumn light fading behind the trees, "and it lodged itself in the back of my head. It's been there ever since." 

At the age of 13, for £3, he bought his first guitar. Two years later, Paul McCartney introduced George to his friend John Lennon (George - "this snotty-nosed kid" as Lennon recalled). George joined John and Paul in their skiffle group The Quarreymen. In 1962, when George was 19, John, Paul, George and their new drummer Ringo Starr made their first record together. It was a fresh-sounding bluesey pop record called Love Me Do and they now called themselves The Beatles.

They changed the world, these four Scouse moptops making new noises and singing about wanting to hold your hand and about walruses and about revolution and all you need is love. 

And for eight years The Beatles were bigger than Jesus.

For a while, The Beatles - at very least by example - endorsed smoking dope and taking LSD. John, Paul and George were each busted at least once for breaking the cannabis laws. "A lot of the stuff that happened..." - and then George brings himself up to the present tense - that happens, it's just like when Prohibition was on. If they make a big deal about stuff it becomes bigger than it actually is. In moderation... you have to have moderation in everything. The worst drug of all is alcohol... it actually kills more people then heroin." He says he was fortunate as a kid to see a film about the trumpet player Chet Baker, about Baker's heroin addiction, "and that and maybe something else made me aware that this thing was just too much. 

"Of course, the other things, the psychedelic drugs, are much different because they don't put your body in a stupour, they sort of..." and now he's laughing... "they sort of catapult you out into the universe. It's a totally different perspective." Then his voice is serious again. "These things obviously can be very dangerous too. I'd hate to have some right now because I don't think I could handle it. It just gives you too many things to think about all at once."

Love and peace went out the bathroom window when The Beatles split in 1970, with Paul McCartney publicly announcing he had left. George says he realised The Beatles weren't shaking a couple of years before that. "Everyone was just getting all uptight with each other. The new wives were coming in and, y'know, living under the piano and there was no privacy anymore for us as far as the group was concerned in what was normally the only privacy we ever had, the four of us when we got into a studio. And we'd just grown away from each other. One time or another every one of us left that group before we finally stopped." 

George left during the making of what would be Let It Be. Ringo left another time "and went on holiday, and John was always wanting to leave and Paul too. You know, it was too much pressure and we'd been through those years. It was just too much.”

He emphasises that the remaining three Beatles are good pals, now. "Paul and I went through a shaky period but we're okay, now. All the old aggravations have passed a long time ago. There's no reason not to be friends."

By 1971 George Harrison was the most successful solo Beatle, with his triple album All Things Must Pass and the enormous hit My Sweet Lord. Four years later his single Ding Dong Ding Dong - a record even worse than McCartney's Mary Had A Little Lamb - was the first release by a solo Beatle to fail to enter the charts. Several years later a court ordered him to pay £260,000 damages for plagiarising the Chiffons' song he's So Fine with My Sweet Lord. That Harrison had modeled My Sweet Lord on another song, the gospel Oh Happy Day by the Edwin Hawkins Singers, was bad enough. That he had to pay the money to his former manager Allen Klein - "a looney who didn't take care of business" George describes him now- because Klein had scooped up the publishing of He's So Fine... that rubbed salt into the wound. 

His career and also his marriage to his first wife Patti Boyd were in pieces. Patti had gone to live with George's close pal Eric Clapton, who had written Layla about his best friend's wife. George started drinking heavily, contracting a serious liver complaint that his friends feared might be the end of him. 

George's chum Eric Idle had found it impossible to raise the necessary finance to make the Monty Python film Life Of Brian, so George chipped in with half the required money, £2,250,000. It turned out to be one of the best investments George had ever made, reaping a profit of more than £30,000,000. Since then, Harrison and his film company Handmade Films have scored with another Monty Python film The Meaning Of Life - banned in Ireland - and delivered films like Time Bandits and Mona Lisa as well as Shanghai Express, a disaster for its stars Sean Penn and Madonna and its producer Harrison. But what the heck. George isn't short of a few shekels.

In 1978, George married Olivia Trinidad Arias, a 27-year-old who had been born in Mexico and had been working as a secretary in A&M Records in Los Angeles. George's health had been desperate. He was fading away. Olivia contacted the Chinese acupuncturist Dr. Zion Yu and within weeks of treatment George had regained his energy and his spirit. 

They have a nine-year-old son named Dhani - the Indian for wealthy - and the other day he asked his father to make him up a cassette of Chuck Berry songs. After George appeared at the Prince's Trust concert in London five months ago with Ringo, Eric Clapton and Elton John, Dhani came backstage. George had sung his own Beatle compositions While My Guitar Gently Weeps and Here Comes The Sun. "I asked him 'What did you think?' and he said 'Uh, you were alright Dad, but why didn't you do Chuck Berry songs like Roll Over Beethoven and Johnny Be Good and Rock'n'Roll Music?'" 

He has a new LP out any day now, his first in five years. It's called Cloud Nine. "Have you heard the album?" he asks solicitously. "No? I'll see if someone's got a copy." George Harrison wanders off, and returns with a young woman who says "It's a bootleg I taped from the CD." George flips the cassette into the music system and spins it through, looking for a specific track. "I think you might like this one," he says in his dry Liverpudlian drawl, settling himself into another chair as he watches for reactions. 

Ringo's drums with cellos straight from Lennon's I Am The Walrus lead into George singing with fondness for former Beatle times. It's a track that could fit on a Beatle record and it's called When We Was Fab. "Fab... but it's all over now baby blue" George sings, and at the end there's sitar sounds like George cosmicing out on Sgt. Pepper. It's... well, fab.

When John Lennon was murdered in 1980, George Harrison didn't suddenly lock himself away from the world in his Gothic mansion. Near the riverside town of Henley-On-Thames, this bizarre 70-roomed palace called Friar Park was remodeled a century ago by the eccentric Sir Frankie Crisp and is set in 33 acres of parkland with three lakes with secret stepping stones so one can appear to walk on water, underground caves linked by a river and a reproduction of the Alps that includes a perfect 100 foot high replica of the Matterhorn. George was already in hiding.

"I was already trying to hold onto some sort of privacy. I think everyone needs to have a bit of space, y'know. I mean, if you were just being mobbed and on the TV and that all your life you just turn into a loony, and long before John got shot I was already just digging in the garden, planting trees and just trying not to go on television, just having a bit of peace. 

"But what it did, it affected me probably like anyone who loved John and who grew up with him and his music. And it was a very sad thing and, um, it didn't make me feel..." Harrison's voice trails off, and for a moment his eyes look away and he's lost in private thoughts. He looks back. " It made me wonder about ever gettin' into situations where there's fans, although at the time you can't blame fans for that. There's one loony in every crowd, I suppose. But I go on living normally. I don't panic unnecessarily."

There was talk that for Live Aid Paul, George, Ringo and Julian Lennon might let it Beatle together, but George dismisses any idea of reunions. "I don't think we'll play together. The Beatles certainly can't play again and I think it's best left as it is, y'know." 

Long before Live Aid, George Harrison's Concerts For Bangladesh raised £45,000,000 for the starving. He didn't appear at Live Aid but says if he'd known more about it "maybe I would have done it but they did alright without me." George talks at length about the planet, his concerns about destruction. Last year he participated in an anti-nuclear rally in Trafalgar Square, and he's a member of the ecological organisation Greenpeace. "I love those people because they go out and actually do it. I mean, if it wasn't me that's the kind of thing I'd like to be, out there on a ship getting harpooned by Russians and Japanese."

At the turn of the Seventies, George became a benefactor to the Hare Krishna movement. He not only made records with them and talked about them publicly but also forked out a quarter of a million pounds to buy them a 15-room Elizabethan mansion with 17 acres of land. 

Since then, George's friend His Divine Grace Guru Bhaktivechanta Swami, the leader and founder of the International Society For Krishna Consciousness, who was 77 when they met, has died. George feels that some of the remaining Krishnas have at times abused his patronage, and he cites letters from people who wrote saying that they were hassled at airports by devotees using Harrison's name. 

Nevertheless, he still subscribes to "the Swami's ancient Vedic way of having God consciousness. The technique of chanting, just like the monks and Christians, they do it too really but it's just using beads and chanting these ancient mantras... they do have great affect. I wouldn't knock them at all. I am always a bit dubious about organisations and since the swami died it does seem to be chaotic, with all kinds of guys thinking they're the gurus. To me, it's not important to be a guru, it's more important just to be, to learn humility." And George still chants. "I've still got my bag of beads and they're really groovy now, all polished up."

Is he a happy chap? "Yeah, I'm okay. Sometimes I get depressed. It's a constant battle, isn't it? You have to consciously make an effort to be happy and considering everything, I've come along quite nicely. There's always room for improvement but, um, I have a laugh and I feel quite good about things." He believes in reincarnation. "The only reason we're actually in these bodies is to learn and develop love of God and liberate our souls from this round and round, the Memphis Blues." He reckons he'll come back again. "Well," he says laughing, "by the look of things I'll probably have to... but I'd like to give it a pass one of these incarnations!"

And, George Harrison, what would you like to be remembered for? 

He pauses. "I don't know... I don't know." And then he smiles and looks you directly in the eyes and you see the face of a man still searching, still looking to extend his gentle vision for all time. He'd like to be remembered, he finally says, "just as somebody who's not bad, not that bad”... 

"That'll do, yeah."

Fair play to you, George.

[spooky-ghostwriter]

Dressed to Kill - Chapter Twenty-Three

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Galen hesitated.

“The... Death Robe?” He confirmed.

“That's right,” said Tsukiko. “I'm positive – that's the only weapon that we have that will be able to destroy this thing.”

“But we don't know how it works!” Galen protested. “All we know is that it doesn't activate when you die.”

“Look,” said Tsukiko. “I've been trapped in this facility for god knows how long. I've had a lot of time to think this over.”

“Two days. You've been here for two days.”

“It felt longer. Look. You and I both know we can't fight this thing with a tank, sword, bow, fists or pretty red shoes, so come on.” Tsukiko extended her hand and made a grabbing gesture.

“All right. Fine.” Galen dug his hand into the Cargo Pants' pocket. He felt the flowing fabric of the robe and withdrew the black, ghost-like figure.

“Just promise me,” said Galen. “Promise me that however you're planning on activating the Robe doesn't involve dying.”

“It doesn't.”

Galen sighed and passed Tsukiko the robe. He watched hesitantly as she threw the robe over her head.

“Cold blood, cold steel,” Tsukiko recited. She held the sheathed Shiba Kariki in both hands. “Cold steel is half of the equation – something that's pretty easy to find. But cold blood is a little harder.

“It's been easy to justify killing dryads. They're not intelligent. They're just bundles of instinct. But Garrick – he's a human. This isn't going to be like smashing a pumpkin or swatting a fly. This is something I need to be cold-blooded for.”

Tsukiko drew her sword, then she felt the wires slither around beneath the fabric of the Death Robe.

“It's not that I need to die to wear the Death Robe,” She said.

“I need to kill.”

Tsukiko waited. The slithering across the fabric of her arm had stopped briefly, but it began to pick up once more. Something about this felt different than other Religalia. Whereas the others had been hundreds of tiny, thin wires, this felt like one large mass slithering together. In fact, it felt just like –

“Gary,” Tsukiko said dully.

The ball python finished its travel down her arm and poked his head out of her sleeve. Gary flicked his tongue up at Tsukiko.

“What?” Galen asked. “I thought I – ”

“Were you keeping Gary in your pocket dimension?!” Tsukiko asked Galen.

“No! I put him back in his terrarium, I swear,” Galen said. “I'd never put Gary in the Cargo Pants on purpose. I wasn't sure there was air in there.”

Gary continued slithering down Tsukiko's arm. Galen moved closer to pick him up, but the snake seemed fixated on its path. He reached Tsukiko's wrist and the handle of Shiba Kariki. Then, the snake opened its mouth wide and bit down on the handle.

“What is he doing?” Galen asked.

Tsukiko didn't answer. She picked up Shiba Kariki's sheath and held it behind Gary and the handle. Gary's tail wrapped around the sheath as well and the snake constricted into a tight ball, connecting the sword and sheath at a ninety degree angle.

Finally, the transformation began.

Tsukiko felt the movement of countless thin wires within the robe, the more normal sensation of a Religalia activating. They did not go outwards as she was used to from the Tank Top, but instead spiraled around her body within the robe. Metal wove around her, invisibly to Galen until it reached her arms.

Thousands of wire rings clamped down on each arm. In seconds, it looked as though she was wearing skin-tight gauntlets.

Tsukiko's face was the last part of her that Galen could see, but that changed too in an instant. The wires covered her face like a mask. They traced a skull, one that covered every inch of her face but the eyes. Tsukiko felt the wires pull her blonde streak back up onto her head, and the mask constricted to keep her hair stationary.

Finally, the wires among Tsukiko's sword-wielding arm moved again, and they crept along the odd formation Gary had made with Shiba Kariki. The metal covered both the snake and sword just as completely as it covered Tsukiko, forming an eerie scythe out of her weapon and pet. The scythe had retained a few of the flowery engravings on Shiba Kariki's sheath, but with a new ornament – a coiled serpent where the blade met the handle.

Where Tsukiko and Gary had stood, there was now a reaper – the truest embodiment of death Galen could imagine.

“Cold blood and cold steel,” Tsukiko repeated, but she said it with a voice that was unlike any she'd ever spoken with before. It sounded as chilling as ice. “This is Niddhoggr – the serpent that gnaws the roots of Yggdrasil.”

Were this friendly banter in one of their magic shows, Galen might have asked when Tsukiko learned that much about Norse mythology. Instead, Galen remained speechless.

Tsukiko swung the scythe over her shoulder.

“I'll be back soon,” she said.

Tsukiko began walking. It was neither towards the left wall of thorny roots nor the safe path to the city. Instead, she walked straight up, stepping through the air with no more difficulty than one would walk up a ramp.

“Our second-to-top story continues now,” said Liz Ardtail. “The girl we have just identified as Tsukiko Tanner is now walking on air. She mentioned something about a magic show, and I think you viewers can agree that this is some magic show!”

The camera zoomed in. Though the picture wasn't perfectly in focus, viewers caught a glimpse of Tsukiko's face underneath the hood.

Elizabeth Tanner looked away from the screen. The cold skull-like mask hiding her daughter's face was too much to bear.

Takehiko still looked at the screen. All the excitement that he'd had just moments ago was gone, and now he had a look of determination on his face, as if he himself were fighting.

Seeing the look in his eyes, Elizabeth forced herself to look back at Tsukiko, but at her current angle, she was blocked from view by a hundred-meter-thick branch.

None of it felt real.

It was as if Tsukiko was somewhere between awake and asleep. She couldn't even describe the sensation as a dream, for she felt less in control of her actions than any dream she'd ever had before. It was more like she watched herself from afar.

Thinking of how she was watching herself from what felt like a new perspective made her realize just how strange her vision had become in this form. The ground, the buildings and cars that Yggdrasil had crushed and all the tools being used by the news crew and circus – anything inanimate felt distant in some way, as if they were completely meaningless to her now.

The things around her that were alive, however, felt much more vibrant. The circusfolk looked almost like the ghost lions; ethereal wisps of some sort of brightly lit plasma. Though their forms were much less defined, Tsukiko found she could recognize them effortlessly. She picked out Galen from the crowd below. She saw the spirit-equivalents of Ravindra, Stiletto and Pierre redistribute themselves among the remaining dryads.

The closest one to her, or at least the one closest to the reaper body she had no control over, was in her metallic skeletal hand.

It's Gary, Tsukiko realized.

With each step up through the air, Tsukiko felt more and more distant from her own body and the wisps around her became more faded. Yggdrasil was a monstrous climb, but the spirit she recognized as Garrick was within sight. Tsukiko wasn't sure she'd be able to stop her body even if she'd wanted to, but reaffirmed her decision to keep climbing higher.

By the time she reached the top, she could only barely see two of the things she believed to be souls – Garrick's and Gary's.

Garrick stood on a leaf. It was a leaf hundreds of feet above the city below; a leaf dozens of meters wide, one thicker and sturdier than most buildings' floors, yet still only one of thousands upon Yggdrasil. The view was extraordinary; the tree's plumage extended as far as the eye could see in any given direction. A sea of pure green leaves flowed around him.

It was not the leaves at which his attention was directed, however. Not ten feet away from Garrick's leaf platform stood the heart of Yggdrasil. Not unlike the hearts in the apple tree beasts, it was an organ shaped just like a human's heart, but over three times Garrick's height.

The heart pulsed, sending a low resonating sound through the leaves. Garrick watched in awe as nutrients absorbed themselves into the heart and it forced them back into the tree.

“It's beautiful,” He said to himself.

Garrick waited a moment for the heart to pulse again. The feeling of the heartbeat pulsing through the the leaf below him made it all feel worth it.

Then he turned around. A rustling in the leaves had continued long after the heartbeat's pulse had ended.

A black shadow emerged from a small gap in the leaf platforms. That was all it looked like to Garrick – a human-shaped shadow. Garrick backed against the heart as the shadow moved closer, walking across the leaves with more ease than even Garrick himself.

“What... what are you?!” Garrick demanded of the reaper.

The ghastly figure said nothing as it approached. It raised its scythe, the silvery edge glimmering in the light of the sunset.

As the light shone across the silver skull-like mask, Garrick caught a glimpse at the eyes underneath. There was something unearthly about the eyes behind the mask, something that chilled even Garrick to the bone, but he still recognized the minute features he could make out.

“You... I knew it...” He said. He backed up further against the heart. He couldn't move any further, but couldn't bring himself to leave the heart of Yggdrasil. “There is something special about you. What is it?!”

She said nothing, merely gliding closer towards Garrick and the heart.

“You and I – we have both ascended beyond mundane humanity!” Garrick cried. “Why be enemies after all? We're the only two people who understand what it means to transcend the mundane and live in a world of fantasy!”

The reaper raised her scythe.

“What do you want?!” Garrick demanded. “Whatever it is, you and I can surely find out how to obtain it – or create it! You and I can have anything we desire!”

Still, the reaper did not answer.

Garrick grimaced. “Very well,” he said. “If you want to waste your abilities protecting these… these humans… then you can die alongside them.”

Several branches of Yggdrasil began to move. They extended, more like tentacles than wood, and lurched forwards towards the reaper. They surrounded her; hands ready to grasp their prey.

The scythe swung twice, tearing away the branches. The reaper continued to advance.

“Fine. Yggdrasil, it is time!” Garrick cried. “All of your children - as many as are ready - release them now!”

Waves rippled along the sea of leaves. A single leaf lifted upwards, curling around air. Then, like a magician’s cloak, it flapped back down, revealing a pumpkin dryad. Unlike the ones Tsukiko had fought previously, this dryad was made out of ten pumpkins, each one larger and more vicious-looking than ever before.

More leaves lifted up and fluttered away.

Garrick’s eyes grew wild with excitement as he watched the dryads appear. A snapdragon with three heads spat a breath of seed bullets to the sky. A woman made of ivy extended angelic wings from her shoulders. A hot pepper dryad three times larger than a normal ape lumbered across the leaves. Several leaves came together to reveal a six-legged apple tree creature.

“I can hardly believe it...” Garrick awed. “I knew that Yggdrasil’s presence would bolster our forces, but to be able to spawn so many dryads so quickly… this is exactly what we needed.”

He extended his arms and raised his voice, commands echoing to his new army.

“Dryads! Kill this reaper - this magician. Then, the circus below. They are no longer a threat to us, but make them pay for what they’ve done to the dryads who came before you. This world shall become a paradise of fantasy.”

Garrick gave a glance towards the dark shadow of a girl, now surrounded by a continuously-increasing swarm of dryads.

“I regret that I’ll have to dispose of something as fantastical as you, Specimen Delta.”

Another slash of the scythe.

The pumpkin dryad fell, splattering guts across the otherwise untainted leaves.

The snapdragon fired seeds, but they were deflected by its target’s metallic palm. A single slash tore all three heads from their necks.

Garrick stared in horror as the reaper’s scythe shone again and again. She moved through the horde undeterred, leaving a path of plant destruction behind her.

Finally, Garrick found himself staring death in the eyes.

“You - “

She swung the scythe, striking Garrick in the abdomen. It provided no resistance; the scythe sliced through both Garrick and the heart in a single, effortless slash.

The last things Garrick saw were the countless leaves of Yggdrasil; their green fading away to a dull brown, then a ghastly grey.

It had only taken a moment. Only a few minutes had passed since Tsukiko began walking her way to the top of the tree. And now, it was over – Garrick and Yggdrasil were dead.

Galen and Vercingetorix watched as the trunk and roots of Yggdrasil lost their colour. The vivid green around them turned to a dull grey; the tree withering and dying before them.

“She did it,” Vercingetorix said, his voice transcending awe to pure disbelief.

“I... I guess she did,” Galen agreed. He looked up to the sky, finally seeing Tsukiko. She stepped down through the air, still as easily as the ghost lions had.

Finally, Tsukiko reached the ground once again. She dropped her silver scythe Niddhoggr on the pavement. The tip of the blade bounced off the ground, loosening the wires on the sword. They began to recede, revealing the original sword underneath. As they passed through over the scabbard, Gary became visible too. He finally relinquished his bite on the katana's hilt. The wires arced back up into the bottom of Tsukiko's robe. The scythe was gone; Gary slithered away from Shiba Kariki and its scabbard as if nothing had happened.

Before the snake could get too far, Galen scooped him up and held him to his shoulder. Vercingetorix stepped closer to Galen; he held out his finger to the snake and smiled as Gary gave him an affectionate lick. Galen barely noticed; he was focused intently on Tsukiko. She stood away from them, facing the last vestiges of the sun. She was but a vaguely Tsukiko-shaped shadow, no different than what stretched across the ground in front of Galen's feet.

“You did it, Tsukiko,” Galen said, trying to sound cheerful. “Now you can deactivate that robe. Let's all go back to the circus.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Galen saw Vercingetorix shake his head.

“Death is eternal, Galen. I'm not sure she can deactivate that robe,” Vercingetorix said.

“What are you talking about?” Galen demanded.

“Think back to the other Religalia,” said Vercingetorix. “All of them enshroud the wearer with utter fantasy, like an actor being immersed in their character. They become something impossible. But the other Religalia still allow their wearers to be visible; even the Tank Top keeps Tsukiko's head uncovered.”

Vercingetorix gave a solemn look to Tsukiko and the Death Robe.

“That robe has removed Tsukiko entirely from the world. None of her former self shines through.”

Galen realized in horror that Vercingetorix might be right. Tsukiko made no effort to come back to them; she still stared intently at the sunset behind them.

“I'm sorry, Galen,” said Vercingetorix. “But I believe that, if Tsukiko was able to activate the Robe, she must have known the cost. I believe she willingly sacrificed her future to destroy Yggdrasil, and save humanity forever.”

Finally, the sun disappeared completely. Galen wasn't sure if he had accepted the gravity of what Vercingetorix was explaining to him. He was distracted – Tsukiko began to move again.

She grabbed the outer edges of the robe's hood and pulled. She flapped the robe up over her head, then flung the garment onto the ground.

“Ah,” said Vercingetorix, scratching his chin. “I didn't think she'd just be able to take off the robe like that. Interesting.”

“Interesting?!” Galen demanded.

It was clear that Tsukiko's body was no longer covered by the Death Robe's metal armour. As she turned back to Vercingetorix and Galen, a wave of relief washed over Galen; her mask was also gone.

Tsukiko took a moment to mess with her hair; her blonde streak fell out of the constricted knot the Death Robe's mask had put it in, back over her right eye where it belonged. Then she gathered up the robe and Shiba Kariki.

“I know we were keeping track of the number of dryads we killed,” Tsukiko said, jerking her thumb at the tree. “But personally, I think the goddamn tree of life counts for more than one. What do you think?”

Galen could hardly believe it; Tsukiko's voice was perfectly normal. There was none of the chill that the skeletal mask had forced upon her.

“Galen?” Tsukiko asked. She waved her hand in front of his face. “Hello?” She paused. “Oh hey, Gary!” She picked the snake up off Galen's shoulder. “Never eat my sword again, okay? That was scary.”

Galen didn't know what to say, so he simply grabbed Tsukiko in a tight hug. Tsukiko was caught off-guard at first, but remembered the terrifying feeling of wearing the Robe. What felt like a dream was beginning to fade from her memory, as most dreams did when she woke up. She could imagine Garrick and Yggdrasil's heart, but the words he spoke were almost completely forgotten.

None of that mattered to Tsukiko now. She hugged Galen back, just happy to know that this moment was real – and so too were the moments from here on.

Of course, knowing what was real and what was fantasy did not mean that Tsukiko had to choose reality for the rest of her life.

It had taken a while, much longer than Tsukiko had wanted. Knowledge of the dryads and Alesia's involvement in their battle went public, and so Vercingetorix's time as of late had been spent more in interviews and questioning than managing the circus. Finally, however, he'd found the time to get the show back on the road, and now Tsukiko stood backstage once again.

There wasn't a single empty seat, even in Alesia's largest stage. Being known as the stage magician who saved the world had given Tsukiko, and the circus itself, quite the boost in popularity. Tsukiko vowed to give them a show amazing enough to repay that.

She checked her watch. It was 8:59. A proper show began with proper tantalization, so if Galen were to be trusted, she had another two minutes to examine her props.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” Galen's deep announcer voice bellowed, no more than a second later. “I don't know about anyone else, but my watch says it's 9:00 on the nose. And so, without even an instant of ado, let's get this show on the road.”

Tsukiko shook her head, but couldn't hold back a smile as Galen introduced her. This was where she belonged, after all; a fantasy that she owned, one she understood, and one through which she could lead her treasured audience.

She gave a glance towards the Tank Top and its hat, sitting neatly on a recreation of Freya's inescapable box. This was her intended finale for the night.

All right, Tsukiko admitted. I don't own or understand the entire fantasy. That's fine by me.

Galen's introduction had ended. Tsukiko stepped out from the curtain, into the blinding spotlights of center stage. The last whispers of the audience stopped, eagerly allowing Tsukiko to lead them from the mundane into the impossible.

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HERE'S WHAT I JUST REALIZED ABOUT COMPANY

We knew we had to stay a product company, because only hard problems yielded grand results, and hard like solving a puzzle. Problem number 3: investors are very random. If your current trajectory won't quite get you to profitability but you can get it done quickly and get back to work. When I made the list there turned out to be a novelist, are you producing? Sounds familiar, doesn't it? It's not rapid prototyping for business models though it can be, but more a way of saying what they really like. Plus those 15 people any favors if you fly the company into ground with them aboard. Especially in proportion to the amount of work that could be done for the asking. Empirically, it's not surprising if amateurs can do better. When you're deciding what to do. I was being paid for programming.

It's that we won't let the people who want to be doctors than who want to partner with and who want to start it. There didn't seem to care. Ranking search results by user behavior also makes search better. It seems reasonable to assume Bill Clinton has the best medical care available. Don't worry, it's not because you're supposed to be a successful product company in the sense of having a single unchanging definition is that its definition changes very slowly. The biggest ideas seem to threaten your identity: you wonder if you'd have enough ambition to carry them through. But not everyone wants to answer. That was the phrase they used at Yahoo. And it's true, the benefit that specific manager could derive from the forces I've described is near zero. Joshua Schachter gradually built Delicious on the side of solving problems by spending money, and ambivalence about being a technology company making money that way. Structurally it is to get. As in an essay, most of the ideas appear in the implementing.

So the average quality of writing online isn't what the print media are boring. So for example, a friend of mine once had her brain scanned as part of a study. I remember coming away from Google thinking Wow, it's still a startup. You can't trust your intuitions. Not just because of its low average quality are missing an important point: no one reads the average blog. Absolutely nothing. If they were driven by equity they'd be looking for ways to take advantage of technological change instead of fighting it.

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They seem like they're about to invest in a flop. SLAC goes right under 280 a little bit south of Sand Hill Road precisely because they're so boringly uniform. I'm convinced, is a language that people don't learn Python because it will be passed on to whoever you'd least like to have it. Programmers at Yahoo wouldn't have asked that. Doctors discovered that several of his arteries were over 90% blocked to learn that the number was over 90%. A friend asked what they were doing it before, just haphazardly on a smaller scale. At Yahoo it felt as if they'd deliberately accelerated this process. So the company that creates the next wave of hardware is probably going to have to be set up properly or you're just launching projectiles. I got interested in, about 5 that I got interested in, about 5 that I got interested in, about 5 that I got serious about and did a bunch of kids instead of lying on the beach. Learning is such a big problem that changing the way people do it will have a wave of suburbia that raced down the peninsula. That's what leads people to try to identify a precise point in the future will feel as sorry for us as we do for the generations that lived before anaesthesia and antibiotics.

For example, the president notices that a majority of voters now think invading Iraq was a mistake. Probably it's simply that stupidity more often takes the form of a definite offer from an acceptable investor to see if you'll get an offer from an acceptable investor for a potential offer from a better one, and actually did. One is that it often looks better than real work. The tricky part might seem to be that many ready this time. Grownups, like some kind of cursed race, had to work. You have to do a rolling close, where the current group of startups present to pretty much every investor in Silicon Valley and common in a handful of founders who could pull that off without having VCs laugh in their faces. For example, according to current NPR values, you can't say anything that might be perceived as disparaging towards homosexuals. But because the buildings were built at different times by different people, the same term was used for both products and information: there were distribution channels, and TV and radio channels. Our rule of thumb is to multiply the number of investors increases, raising money will become, if not easy, at least at the moment, even the smartest students leave school thinking they have to be at least $50 million. You just can't expend any attention on it so you can get it done quickly and get back to work anyway. How would the government decide who's a startup investor? And for the first time it raised money.

Where does this term lead come from? Some of the more unscrupulous do it deliberately. And that seems a bad road to go down. Doing what you love doesn't mean, do what you would like to be able to make the release date. Much as we disliked school, the prospect of confirming a commitment in writing will flush it out. In case you can't tell, the founders only have to do. There are two answers to that. If I spend several hours a day. That's still expensive.

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Everything you need to know about Web Development

Hey there. Are you interested in knowing about Web Development? Today, you will learn everything you need to know about web development? Do you want detailed insight into the web development process? We are here to help you. Imagine this article as the ultimate web development Bootcamp. Discover everything you need to know about web development for free. Yes, you heard it right. It’s free.

What is there to know about Web Development?

Now, think of your favorite website. It may be a shopping store like Zara, or a Netflix, Instagram, or a Youtube, it’s all part of web development. In other words, web development is the exclusive process of creating or developing pages or websites hosted on the internet.  Web engineering, web content development, client liaison, web server, and network security configuration, and e-commerce development are part of the Web development process. Web development has had a major role in shaping personal networking and marketing. Websites, once seen as work tools or commerce are now serving broadly in the communication and social networking space. Today, social platforms such as Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram act as major communication tools for engaging users. Since, we are on the topic to know web development, equally important is to understand the working of a website. Yeah, a website. A page that you so casually stroll in a blink of an eye not once imagining the effort and strategy it took to create. You simply ask something from the internet and it produces results. 5 mind-blowing facts about Web development The first-ever web page was created in HTML languageSymbolics.com was the first domain name registered in March 19851989 was the dark ages of the web since the screens were pitch black then.JAVA discovery was accidentalLine mode browser(1992) was the first accessible browser for world wide web Disclaimer: In spite of the article has some frequently used technical jargon. Notwithstanding, we will try to keep it simple. How does your or any website work? Websites are only a bunch of files stored on the computer which is your server. To load or upload, the server has to be connected with the internet. Any website to load needs a browser (Chrome, Opera, etc ). The browser will be the client.  Any command to instantly load on the internet through the server is the basis of the working of the internet. Let’s give some credit to our developers because anything you access through your browser came out of their heads.

Web development and it’s 3 main components

So, by now you must be curious to discover how everything works. As you read along you will love the entire process because it has invaded our daily lives. Client-Side Coding The term may seem all technical and jargonistic but surprisingly they are easy to grasp. Now, if I say you are a user or client it simply refers to one thing: When you use or view a website you are a user or a client. Because anything related to an application or a program when executed through your browser will be client-side coding.  Flash, HTML5, CSS3, and Ajax are a few popular language names for client-side scripts. Server-Side Coding As a user or client when you make an exclusive request through your browser, the server instantly produces results.  For instance, if you provide a new command to search and the server comes up with a response instantly, the server response is the server-side coding. ASP.NET, PHP, Java, ColdFusion, Perl, Python, and Ruby are the proven languages for server-side coding. Database Technology For site functioning on the Internet, it is hosted within a database server because the database has all the files for a website and its applications to function.  All websites use some form of a relational database management system (RDBMS) like Oracle, Microsoft SQL Server, Apache, and IBM (One of of largest I.T. Company around the world). Now that we are through with our understanding of web development, let’s understand who makes all this possible because somebody is doing a heck of a job to make all this come to us in the simplest, fast, and easy form. Simply put, what is the secret to knowing web development and its process? Here comes our guys into the picture: The “Web developers”.  Behind all this complexity someone writes complex codes for a computer to understand and produce instant results. Then, “What is a web developer”?  Let’s take this opportunity to discover and understand a web developer A web developer or programmer tweaks with a design created by the design team to finally turn it into a website. It’s a complicated process since they write complex codes using a variety of languages. For instance, you may know English or some other language of communication but to translate it to the language a computer understands is a tough ask.  These guys are proven, masters of their trade.  Hence, a typical developer will be proficient in various programming languages of coding to provide you with the best design and development to ensure better results. Types of Web Developers Imagine the complexity of the world of web development. People constantly work behind the scenes to deliver more on value and proven results. Such is the maze of the web that there are different people for a different job.  Now, “What does a developer do?” the question doesn’t have one simple answer. There are different types of web developers, each of which focuses on a different aspect of the creation of a site. It is crucial to understand the different types of web developers.  Three main types of developers are front-end, back-end, and full-stack.  Front-end developers are responsible for the sections of the website that people see and interact with. Back-end developers, on the other hand, are responsible for all behind the scenes coding that controls how a website loads and runs, and full-stack developers do a little bit of everything like a mixed bag role. Confusions on Front-End developer and UI developer There is a general misconception about UI developers and Front-End developers and their roles. Agreed, that the two are equally important and interesting, but very different professions. The more you learn about the two, the more enthralling it becomes. To understand what a UI developer does, let’s begin with the definition of the User Interface. In the digital parlance, User Interface means every detail the user controls or interacts with (screen, keyboard, mouse, additional controllers, etc.) across multiple devices – desktops, laptops, tablets, and mobiles. Interface development is an extremely complex process that bears elements of design, engineering, and psychology. The primary work of an interface developer is to create a convenient interface that fulfills the user’s needs. To achieve this, you have to understand and identify the user’s requirements along with behavior patterns of a user’s interaction. Final verdict To sum up the difference between a UI developer and Front end developer, the below difference provides easy understanding. A UI developer creates a visually appealing and convenient interface, while the front end developer’s responsibility is to make the interface work smoothly and fulfill its functions for the user. The UI developer is primarily for the visual look of the page while the front end developer is concerned with the functionality and operation of the site. Now that we are on the topic of UI developer, understanding UI design and UX design is imperative. UI design VS UX design. Are both the same? UI design and UX design are two of the most confusing terms in website design and app design.  The terms are often confused as single because they are frequently used together as UI/UX design? Though difficult, there are different descriptions to find more about the two. Don’t you worry? We have you covered. UI design stands for the “user interface.” As the name suggests, UI design is the graphical layout of an application. Any new text, new image, or buttons, and all the other things that are a part of user interaction is UI design.  “UX” design is “user experience.” Your experience of a certain app is determined by easy and smooth interaction. Whenever you navigate through an app, is your experience nice or poor?  Is your interaction fulfilling and providing you the sense of accomplishing a task? Do you find yourself struggling to navigate through an app? All the above questions are addressed by UX design created by the UI designers. Now, the question is are these two related?  Yes, they are similar in practice but the two are completely different aspects of web designing and development. Below are a few snippets that will provide you an easy and fast understanding. UI and UX are different, but complement in nature.UI focuses on interfaces, UX develops useful user interfaces.UX helps users easily navigate for a seamless experience. UI is more of an emotional connection.UX design occurs throughout interfaces, and services while UI is only concerned with interfaces. Conclusion To summarize, the world is moving along at a very fast pace. Look around and you find that we are more online than ever before. The trend will continue to grow as more and more people seek convenience and comfort.  With the latest COVID-19 pandemic more and more businesses are shifting towards an online model and rethinking their strategies on how to pull customers. The boom is evident with multiple web development companies coming up in India in recent times. Let us know about your web development questions as we would be obliged to answer your queries. Drop your comments for us and tell us your views. Go ahead and read our other blogs related to the world of the web.  Read the full article

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Top 10 Most Demanding Skills in Market 2020

You are in the 21st century. In this Globalized world, everything is digital. The world is growing at a faster rate, and every day there is something new coming into the market. To keep up with this digital world, you should keep yourself updated; it is necessary to have some world-class skills. But it’s tough to understand which skills will help in the near future and are one of the Most Demanding Skills in Market 2020. 

  We are here with some of the most demanded skills in 2020. These skills can bring you a fortune. It’s on you whether you want to earn high by investing in learning these skills or save that penny, which isn’t going to give you much in returns.

Top 10 most demanding skills in market 2020

You will get hundreds and thousands of courses and skills to learn in the market. But one of the most demanding skills in market 2020 are:

Python

Python is the most trending Programming language, and the demand for python coders increases day by day. The biggest reason for the demand is the easiness of this coding language. Python is the programming language used in Website Development, Game Development, Software Development, App Development. Python is an object-oriented coding language.

If python is not a demanding skill today, it is not a problem. Because in no time, Python is Going to be the most challenging skill. Today python is preferred by many of the big platforms Such as Microsoft, Macintosh, etc. And there are many reasons which make python the most demanding skills in the market.

Cloud Computing

Cloud computing is storing and using data over the internet. Cloud computing provides the stored information whenever and wherever needed with the right authorization access. You can also offer cloud computing services to businesses and various individuals because people prefer cloud to save their data rather than having some hard drives and floppy disk. It also occupies a lot of space.

Learning cloud computing is essential because of its Cost-effectiveness convenience and speed. Today all the organizations and educational institutes prefer cloud computing, rather than using hundreds of files and unnecessary paperwork.

Website Development

Today Google has the highest number of eyeballs in the world. Why? It is because the Google Search engine provides every information the user needs on the fingertip. Today the users are on the internet, and there is nothing easier than reaching the customers by being on the platform where your customers are!

To be on the Search engine, you should have a Website. And every business needs a website today, and having a world-class website development skills is what every big organization needs.

React JS

If you want to make an instant and a simple website, you can do it with React(Web). It is the javascript used to make websites and applications easy at a faster rate.

Public Speaking

Public speaking is not everyone’s cup of tea. The one who is good in Public speaking knows how tough it is to speak in front of the public. It is one of the most robust skills in today’s time. Public speaking skills can make your resume more compelling. Most people know everything about their work but unable to explain it to the users.

Digital Marketing

When was the last time you saw marketers using leaflet distribution strategy? When was the last time you had purchased a hard copy of magazines or newspapers?

A long time ago, right? Traditional marketing methods, such as Print media and pamphlet distribution, is dead. Digital marketing took over almost all the conventional marketing tools. It is because nothing is possible without the internet today. The potential customers for which users are in search of are on the internet.

Digital marketing is the bridge that unites the sellers and buyers. And if you are capable enough to do that, the companies are here to hire you. The digital marketing course is a reasonable and beneficial skill in today’s world.

Data Science and Analytics

Data science is the skill to handle massive data i.e., Data Sorting, Data cleaning, Data analysis. Data analysis is analyzing extensive data and predicting the future based on past patterns. Analyzing the data and predicting a future is tough work. Especially when the data is vast. The software can help you in data sorting, but predicting a decision making will always be in your hand.

Knowing to use the software is also a skill. The best software you can learn today is Tableau.

Tableau

What if I say that a Software does all your analysis work in a matter of minutes. The only software capable of doing it is the tableau software. It converts all your big data into a graphical format, which makes it easier for you to analyze. All the MNC’s want a Professional analyst, and with tableau, you are halfway to being a professional.

That is why organizations want people who are well experienced in using Tableau software.

There are few more skills to help, which are in demand on today’s date. Tableau is the best software for data science analysts. Knowing to use this Software is a skill, and it is one of Most Demanding Skills in Market 2020 today.

Artificial Intelligence

Humans tend to make mistakes, but the machines don’t make mistakes. That is why artificial intelligence is more in demand. Artificial intelligence is the future of technology. Learning artificial intelligence is a must in today’s date.

Graphic Designing

Graphic designing, in simple words, is making creative images, videos, banners, billboards, etc. with the help of text and small images. Graphic design is not about graphs; it is more than that. It is a representation of ideas and messages in the form of graphics. It is a skill because of the efforts, creativity, and insights needed to make a single graphic image. Learning graphic design is a must in today’s time. Because graphical photos are required in all the fields, applying for this course can be beneficial.

Having these skills can bring you a fortune. If you even have one ability from all the skills mentioned above. Let me tell you this thing that organizations demand individuals like this.

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So I have this headcanon and it's pretty far fetched and out there but I like to think about it... "disabled" founders? Like blind Rowena, mute Godric, and paralyzed Salazar? Because everyone kind of writes of Helga and I feel like she'd actually be the one that helped them all god ways to do everyday things like everyone else - because they didn't have some of the things we have today to help them out back then - and be able to communicate with each other (especially Godric1/? Disabled founders

message #2: and Rowena) so like the founder everyone ignores the most or takes as the "least valuable" is actually the one that literally held them all together and without her there wouldn't really be a school? But also like Salazar paralyzed from the waist down - you can't exactly accuse him of sneaking about and eavesdropping on conversations only to run away before they turn the corner and find a way to blackmail them with it, can you? And everyone attributes Ravenclaw with

message #3: book smarts and reading and writing all the time, but if they didn't exactly have Braille back then, what would a blind Rowena have done? There are ways to be smart that don't involve reading or writing or making things with your hands, right? I personally like to think she'd be an excellent story teller, and she'd be the one to come up with a lot of their best ideas because her imagination is so big. I also like to think that Helga and Salazar read to her a lot.

message #4:everyone likes to assume that Godic was really impulsive and hot tempered and quick to anger and all that - and maybe he was - but I also like to think that if he was mute, he could kind of focus his anger into his magic or his fighting because instead of doing what most people would and just blowing up at somebody and yelling until most of their anger faded, he wouldn't (well, couldn't) and would be able to keep it in until it really mattered or would make a difference. 

message #5: Also yeah I'm a huge fan of the idea that Rowena and Godric found some way to communicate with each other (or, well, they figured out a way for Godric to communicate with Rowena) with a little bit of Helga's help (maybe something akin to Morse Code) and spend a lot of their free time making up spells together, and that Salazar has a garden and everyone thinks "oh, Slytherin, snakes" and automatically jumps to big pythons or basilisks but in reality his favorites are just

message #6: garden snakes that hang out in his garden, and he pretty much becomes the first really revolutionary herbologist, despite everyone thinking it would've been Helga or something, because he's not able to get down on his knees to weed or actually plant or anything, so he's come up with a lot of new spells and inventions to help out with it and a lot of them also involve his plethora of garden snake friends - many of which he's given names (and they're not sure whether to find

message #7: annoying or endearing) and Helga's their official architect and she's kind of keeping them in check the entire time like "Godric, you aren't 'too great' for dinner, sit down and eat your damn roast" and "no Rowena we can't make a sport on brooms, much less with flying balls weighted that much, it's too dangerous, think of the students" and "Salazar I don't care if Nico and Angela are in a fight again you have a class to teach tell your snakes you can talk through their

message #8: problems later - and I better not hear you skipping out on sleep to help sort it out again - I don't need to remind you of what happened last time, do I?" and "no Godric it would not be funny to get Sal snakeskin boots for Yule" and "no Rowena it would not be funny to make Godric's office entrance be a literal griffin statue - we'd never be able to change it! Oka - /okay/, yes, maybe it'd be a /little/ funny, but he'd be so angry with us! Though the git did leave us to go

message #9: galivanting through the forest half way through construction... and he never /did/ specify /exactly/ what he wanted his door to be... I suppose if we just... /assumed/... it would technically be his fault." and her creating the Room of Requirement and at first their students are confused why they don't use it to heal the other three, because they don't understand that they're all perfectly happy with their situation, and yes, sometimes it can be annoying and hard to deal

message #10:   with on many occasions, but they're stronger because of it, and they've learned to use it to they're advantage. They're completely whole as they are and Helga understands that - she wouldn't have them any other way either. (Oh my god I'm so sorry I just unloaded all of that on you and sorry for the long gap in between my internet was super wacky for a bit. Love your blog! You're awesome! Have a good day!!! :)

first off: thank you to whoever sent this for taking the time to write this all out and send it into me through multiple messages. that was... absolutely mind blowing, and i appreciate how much effort you went through to get this to me. 

secondly: i will openly admit, love, that i have not actually thought of a disabled founders au before. while i’ve briefly dabbled into the founders era stuff (which i actually find grossly fascinating - their world needs to be explored so much more), i haven’t actually spent a lot of time thinking about the founders themselves. also the topic of disabilities is a rather sensitive one for me because i spent a little over a year working with a disability and accessibility non-profit organization and i learned a lot in that year both from the public and from the clients that i worked with, so i - as someone without a disability though there was a speech impediment when i was younger, usually try to be a little more careful when i say things.

 that being said, your headcanons are gorgeous. i actually really love them a lot, and i wish there was an actual story written for these because i would hands-down read it in an instant. i want to hear more about their adventures and everything.

[nyanzaya]

Because it was asked here is a drabble for you guys @fawking-izaya @paronomasianist

(🐈) Shizuo was anything, but easy to understand. Sometimes he made sense and other times he didn’t. It was almost strange how protective he would be and then in the same moment he would be calm and affectionate; although, this was usually after he socked some guy in the face for saying rude things towards the feline.

The feline was on Shizuo’s lap facing him, with Shizuo’s arms wrapped around Iza’s waist. The image looked intimate and if anyone were to guess they looked as if they were lovers, and that’s what they were. Right now, Shizuo had his forehead pressed onto Iza’s. Not that Iza could tell anyone why. It was a habit Iza came to accept. Shizuo did it so often Iza wondered if he was trying to read his mind. The feline was sure that’s what he was doing it for. How else could he guess he was hungry? Or if he wanted a kiss?

Iza was almost refusing to look at Shizuo. 

Shizuo didn’t say anything about it, instead he brought a hand to pet one of Iza’s ears but in the same instance he hesitated and instead brought his hand to Iza’s cheek. He always did get shy of touching Iza’s ears, even though he always did want to touch them. They looked soft with a little tuft of fur on the tips of Iza’s ears that made him look cuter. 

“Shizu-chan... It’s hot why are you touching meeee.” Iza was whining. The air conditioner wasn’t broken like it was a long time ago, but despite that it was still hot.

“Because I think you are very cute and I just want to touch you.” Shizuo simply replied, “If it’s hot go get ice cream.” 

“But Shizu-chan you won’t let me go.” Iza pointed out with a flick of his tail. He was started to get annoyed and sooner or later he was going to scratch Shizuo’s face off if they held this position for too long. 

As Shizuo was, he was not a man of many words, opting to explain things through actions and with Iza’s complaint and seeing the flick of the feline’s tail he could already tell that Iza was getting irritable. As if to compensate, Shizuo grabbed the soft of Iza’s back thighs and stood up. An instant reaction from Iza was he had wrapped his arms around Shizuo’s neck, as if he didn’t trust that Shizuo wouldn’t hold him correctly. 

Iza looked at the ceiling, he swore Shizuo was so tall that if he was on top of the blond’s shoulders he would be able to touch the ceiling. The actions were easy enough to read, and vaguely seeing where they were going- thankfully not the bathroom to be dumped in the bathtub again- Iza found himself in the kitchen and was placed on the counter. It wasn’t the same counter they would have sex, but Iza wouldn’t mind a round of it. On second thought, because it was so hot Iza figured sex was not worth it in this type of heat. He would rather die than do any naughty activity. 

Once Iza was on the counter, Shizuo opened the freezer and pulled out a popsicle. He saw the way Iza’s ears perked up at the sight of ice cream and he would have given it to him if he didn’t want to hear Iza meow, but he did. “What does kitty say?” Shizuo didn’t know why he asked, probably because he had just wanted to hear Iza meow, or maybe because it was his caregiver nature(kink) to ask.  

Iza instantly pouted when he heard Shizuo’s question. “Nyaa... Please give me the ice cream.” 

With a pat on the head Shizuo gave Iza the ice cream. There was no real reason for it and if Iza actually did protest and not meow Shizuo still would have given it to him. 

Shizuo couldn’t explain it, even if it was hot and Iza was practically dying in the heat he just felt like cuddling. He did feel bad for the feline, it must be hell to have dark hair, but it was easy to understand since he too, at one point, had dark hair, perhaps not as dark as Iza’s, but he was sure that didn’t exactly matter.

Easily, Shizuo picked Iza up and brought him into the bedroom for a change of scenery from the living room. The ex-bartender placed Iza down on the bed and went back into the kitchen to get himself a cup of ice. Even he needed some sort of drink and sure enough the ice was going to melt on it’s own quickly. 

Iza was simply enjoying his ice cream, being quiet and watching what Shizuo was doing. It was a little cooler in Shizuo’s room, but there was hardly a difference. Iza watched Shizuo leave the room and come back with a cup of ice. Oddly, this situation felt familiar, but he decided to ignore it. Seeing Shizuo lay down and take a cube of ice out of the cup, Iza moved closer to him and just seeing Shizuo place the cup down on the night stand he wanted to knock it off. Until now, Iza always did wonder why Shizuo never had anything that could be pushed off the side on tables or the counter. He was probably the reason why. 

Shizuo looked content in this heat, suckling on the ice cub. There was not much need for communication since Iza could read his body language quite well and Shizuo could just tell if he wanted something. Right now, Shizuo could tell from the twitching of Iza’s ears and the playful sway of his tail that he wanted to knock something off from it’s place. 

That’s right.... I put the cup on the night stand.. Shizuo easily figured and took the cup off the nightstand and instead placed it on his stomach. Seeing the pout on Iza’s face made him think he was right about what Iza wanted to do. 

Iza finished the ice cream quickly and finding that it was still hot he laid down on the bed, “Nyaaaaaaa Shizu-chaaaaaaan it’s still hooooooooot.” 

Shizuo watched the poor feline start to pant. Then suddenly Iza was taking his shirt off. “You think that will help?” He asked, curious of Iza’s thought process. 

“Yeah! It should. If it doesn’t them I’m going to die!” Iza said in a dramatic display of throwing his shirt off to a random corner of the room. Shizuo watched the shirt fly off. 

It was confusing how it was still hot. The lights were off and the air condition was still on. He decided not to question it, the last thing he wanted was to get angry and instead, he picked up an ice cub and plopped it on Iza’s stomach, earning himself a yowl. “That’s cold!” 

“Don’t you want to be cold?” 

Iza went quiet and turned on his side to place one of his legs over Shizuo’s leg. “Yeah but not wet.”

Shizuo gave a hum, honestly he was starting to fall asleep. The heat had always made him feel sleepy. Despite Iza’s complaints he couldn’t help himself. Before he turned over on his side, he placed his cup of liquefying ice on the night stand. Then, he shifted and turned over. As soon as he turned over, he caught Iza within his arms and almost instantly he fell asleep.

Iza didn’t think Shizuo would fall asleep so easily. He thought he was fine, but when he tried to move Shizuo’s grip tightened, almost as if he were a python. It was hot, sweaty, and now he was stuck. Ears flattened when he had tried several times to break loose from Shizuo’s hold. It just wasn’t working. He tried meowing and even biting at Shizuo’s jaw line. Nothing worked. 

At this point Iza was started to panic, he thought he was going to be squished because Shizuo moved against and was almost on top of him now. Iza thought he should remain calm, and he did, until it hit the 3 hour mark. That’s when he got angry. 

In a swift move he scratch Shizuo’s face and instantly he woke up. “What was that for?!” He growled at the feline who had moved away and stretched in all the likeness of a cat. 

“You were squishing me and it was hot. I was stuck for like three hours.” Iza huffed. 

Shizuo couldn’t help himself, “Three hours? Why didn’t you wake me up sooner?” He said, and face palmed his face, trying not to laugh. 

“Because I thought you were going to wake up. That’s why.”

God since when has he been so cute? Shizuo thought and reached a hand to pull at Iza’s ear gently. “Sorry ‘bout that. I fell asleep because it was so hot.” 

Iza lightly purred at Shizuo when he tugged at his ear and started to rub his ear. It almost felt as if Shizuo were insisting he lay down with the petting and easily Iza laid back down. Iza didn’t say anything back, instead he opted to purr. Now it didn’t feel too hot anymore and soon, Iza also fell asleep.

Shizuo thought it was cute. He swore his heart was going to explode if Iza kept purring while he slept. If anything Shizuo felt lucky to have Iza. It was an easy lesson to learn: If Iza is hot just pet his ears. With that thought in mind Shizuo, stopped petting his ears and brushed the few strands of black hair out of Iza’s face. Iza looked peaceful finally asleep after complaining of being hot for so long. The blond gave a sigh, he figured he would go back to sleep as well. 

[necrose3]

A Dark Alley - Ch.1 Written by Damain D. Wolf

warning contains: strong language, blood and violence, possible feels    

   “This is officer Hopps reporting in from cruiser 14 with officer Wilde. What is the update status on that 417?” The radio crackled for a second before Clawhauser’s voice could be heard “Yeah, the assailant seems to be a male badger, mid 30’s, carrying a high caliber revolver and is now a 217.” Nick looked over at Judy with a mildly surprised look mixed with excitement, “Wow, assault with intent to murder. We haven’t had anything like this in Zootopia for a long time. At least not that the ZPD finds out about.” Judy shot him a look of disapproval, “This isn’t a game Nick, animals will get hurt if we don’t do are jobs and do them right.” Nick gave a little smile, “I know, I know I’m just happy we finally get to do something besides hand out parking or speeding tickets is all.” Nick pulled out his Glock 19, pulling the slide back and giving the gun a quick look over. “You know we carry we things around, but never once have I used it off the gun range.” “That’s a good thing Nick.” Judy said with a stern tone in her voice. “The whole point of being a police officer isn’t to be getting into shoot outs. You don’t even wear your ballistics vest!” Judy shouted. “Well it causes such unsightly lines and messes with my figure. You manage to pull it off so well though, good on ya.” Nick smiled and winked at Judy as he pleaded his case. Judy gave him an annoyed look, “Well now you need it and don’t have it.” Nick gave a little shrug, “Don’t worry Carrots, everything will be fine. Sly fox remember?” Judy looked out the window as the parked across the street from the house of the incident. “I hope you’re right Nick.” Judy thought to herself.

    Nick and Judy got out of their patrol car and readied their guns as they approached the rundown apartment where reports of gunshots had come from. Judy looked down at her gun, it suddenly felt so heavy in her paw. She had fired it a hundred times at the range and was an excellent shot, but this was the first time she had ever held it out on the field. Suddenly it didn’t just feel like another tool on her belt anymore, it was a weapon. “Hey Carrots, c’mon we gotta get in there.” Nick’s voice snapped Judy back to the job at hand. The two carefully snuck across the street to the apartment. Judy took a position next to the door and put an ear to it. “Hear anything?” Nick whispered as he carefully peeked in through the cracked window. “I hear some shuffling around inside; do you see anything?” Judy asked. “No, it’s too dark but I can smell blood. We better use a beetle bomb; he’ll probably run if we announce that we’re here.” Nick pulled out a small beetle shaped bomb given to the smaller animals of the ZPD used to breach locked doors with a compact explosion. “I’ve always wanted to use one of these.” Nick placed the bomb on the lock and then they took their positions on each side of the door. “You ready Judy?” “Ready Nick.” Nick pushed the button resisting the urge to say, “Fire in the hole!” which set off the bomb blowing the knob and lock off flinging the door open.  

    Nick and Judy rushed in with the guns and flashlights drawn. “This is the ZPD come out with your paws where we can see them!” Judy shouted as they began scanning the apartment. The inside of the apartment was worse than the outside. Peeling wallpaper, torn carpet, and now Judy could smell it too…blood. As she continued to search the room she noticed the smell was getting stronger as they walked further into the apartment. “I’m going to search the back rooms.” Nick said. Judy nodded, “Ok, I’ll take the bedroom and kitchen.” Judy walked toward the kitchen and tried to turn on the lights but they didn’t work. As she walked forward into the kitchen she felt something warm and thick on her feet. She looked down and she was standing in blood, a pool of it that trailed off down the hall. Judy followed the trail that went under a door at the end of a hall. Nick was already standing there about to go in. Nick looked at Judy, “On three. One, two, three.” Nick kicked in the door and they scanned the room, it was the master bedroom of the apartment. It appeared to be empty and the blood trail lead to the bathroom. They followed the trail into the bathroom and there on the floor was a snow leopard in a puddle of blood who had taken two rounds two the chest and wasn’t breathing. “Oh, no.” Judy said covering her nose. Nick checked for a pulse, “They’re gone.”

    Before Nick could check for an ID Judy’s ears shot up. “The bedroom!” They both rushed back in as the badger was leaving the bedroom closet. “Freeze!” They both shouted as Nick drew his gun and fired off a round missing as the badger jumped out the window into the alley. Judy screamed and dropped to her knees as Nick had fired the gun right next to her ears. Nick turned to her, “Oh shit, Judy I’m sorry I.” “Just get him, I’ll catch up.” Judy said. Nick nodded and followed the badger jumping out of the window. Immediately upon landing outside the window Nick felt an overwhelming pain on his head and everything went black for and instant before he felt the badger get him in a headlock and put his gun to Nick’s back. “You bastard!” Nick growled, “You were waiting for me?” “Well whoever jumped out first.” The badger responded with a light chuckle. “Where’s the rabbit?” Just then Judy jumped out to see Nick held hostage and bleeding from the forehead. “Oh god no, Nick.” “Beautifully well timed love, we were just talking about you.” The badger said all this as he glared Judy down with one eye and a menacing smile keeping his head mostly hidden behind Nicks. “Let him go.” Judy stated as she drew her gun not sure where to aim it as the badger was covering himself well with Nick’s body. “Oh, sure I’ll let him go! And then I suppose you’ll just let me go as well! We can all be on our marry fucking way then.” The badger said with a very sarcastic laugh. Nick noticed the badger was moving the gun around on his back. He thought this was strange because he had it aimed at his lower back, there was almost nothing vital to hit. Never the less he wasn’t currently in a position to worry about such things, he was still bleeding from the head. “There’s no way out of this for you asshole!” Nick said struggling in the badger’s hold. “I beg to differ, I think I have a pretty good shot.” He said this and chuckled. He had stopped moving the gun and angled the barrel down slightly then fired.  

    Nick fell over in excruciating pain. Then he heard something, it sounded distant at first, between his head wound and being shot in the back he wasn’t sure if it was real. Then he realized what it was, Judy was yelling. She was in pain, he realized what had just happed. The badger had been aiming at Judy through Nick and he’d hit her. “My, my, my love. That looks painful.” Judy had been shot in the left thigh and was crawling for her gun. The badger ran up and kicked the gun into a sewer drain. “Uh, uh, uh sweetheart, I learned that lesson. You know this gun really is something. It’s a .357 Colt Python, now that might not mean anything to you. But do you have any idea how hard it is to aim and shoot through another animal; especially when she’s wearing a bullet proof vest? You weren’t giving me a whole lot to shoot at sweet heart. You have to give me credit for getting you in the leg though.” He circled around Judy and was now standing next to her head with the gun pointed between her eyes and pulled back the hammer. The smile he’d had up until now left his face. “This is for my brother you scum.” Just then a growl was heard and Nick leaped up biting the badger on the Neck causing him to fire and miss Judy. The Badger let out a loud scream, “You mangy fox, get the fuck off me!” He began repeatedly punching Nick in the head as Nick clawed the badger’s face and dug his fangs deeper into the thick fur trying to penetrate as much flesh as possible. The badger finally pointed his gun up at Nick’s head and fired.

    Nick fell off and laid on the ground unmoving. The badger now badly injured looked at the still fox that had a pool of blood gathering under him. “Bloody sod, maybe you would have made it out of this if you’d stayed down.” The sounds of sirens could be heard coming from off in the distance. “And that’s my que to leave.” The badger staggered off down the alley saving his last shot in case he needed it for his escape. Judy crawled over to Nick. “Nick, oh god no Nick please don’t die.” A small cough was heard and Nick turned his head to Judy. A chunk of Nick’s right ear was missing where the badger had shot Nick. “Nick you’re alive! Don’t worry you’re going to be ok.” Nick looked at Judy and smiled trying to talk between haggard breaths. “Well, I don’t know about that; but you’re alive.” Nick let out several hard coughs full of blood. “Judy, I..I..Lo” Nick slipped out of consciousness as the world went black around him. Judy looked down at Nick with tears welling up in her eyes. “Nick. Nick stay with me!” She held onto the unconscious fox crying as the ambulances arrived at the dark alley.

Ok so here is the first chapter of my new fanfic A Dark Alley. I know it was dark, my insomnia has really been getting to me and my depression is pretty bad and that has largely inspired this. so yeah, i will try and post ch 2 of Nick and Judy Go to the Club soon. this is my second writting and my first ever drama. would love some feedback !

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