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pretzel-box · 10 months ago

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PROLOGUE: WELCOME TO URBANSHADE

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Tags: GN!reader, Graphic mention of surgery and experiments on a human body

Summary: You get hired by Urbanshade, thanks to your father, but every start has its obstacles. And some obstacles might feel deeper than they should be.

The time on the wall clock showed it was just a few minutes past noon. Warm sunlight gently crept into the waiting room through the tall panoramic windows of the building. A quick glance to the side, catching a glimpse of the clock, was enough to tell you that it would still be a few moments before it was time to move from the comfort of the leather chair you were currently sitting on. Your freshly disinfected hands clung nervously to your phone as you swiftly scrolled through the list of contacts you had saved over time. You were so focused that it startled you slightly when another caller ID popped up on the bright screen, displaying the picture of your father's face.

This particular man had called you a lot lately, sticking his nose into your business after you dared to ask him for a tiny favor, hoping he would help since you are his beloved only child. But one thing you didn't expect from him at that specific moment was that he would take the opportunity to call you, considering that he was somewhere on the ocean.

He works as a high-class businessman, primarily sponsoring a company called Urbanshade. You didn't know much about them, but your dad mentioned something about how they specialize in underwater mining with some high-tech inventions. This explained his temporary stay on one of Urbanshade's ships, where they were testing and showcasing another new underwater mining robot of some sort, called Trenchbleeder. Your dad had funded the whole project over the past few months, so he was more than excited to see how his money was being put to good use.

"Did they call you yet?" Despite the slight static, the seagulls, and the waves in the background, you could make out the strict tone in his voice. Of course, he was curious. You had asked your dad if he knew someone who would hire you, his child. And naturally, the first thing he applied you for was a position at one of Urbanshade's research facilities. They weren't really looking for new employees in the first place, but your dad was very close to the higher-ups, so he bought the job for you. The fact that he paid the company to hire you made your stomach twist in discomfort, but it was too late to turn back and say no. "I risked a lot by doing that for you."

He referred to the payment he had made on your behalf, and you could feel the pressure he had placed on your shoulders.

You nodded, even though your dad couldn't see it over the phone. "I'm at their building, sitting in the waiting room. We're signing the contract today." You tried to sound confident, but you knew your dad could see right through your facade. "They should be calling me into the office soon."

Your name was called loudly through the room before your dad could reply, and he would probably have given you another warning not to mess it up for his reputation's sake. "Sorry, Dad, it's time."

You ended the call with a swift push of the red button, putting your phone on mute so nothing would distract you during the meeting with one of the higher-ups at Urbanshade. The lady at the reception told you where to go, and another employee guided you to a glass room, where a middle-aged man in an expensive-looking suit was seated. His arms were crossed, and the way he scanned your application papers made your stomach turn.

The man must have noticed your little stare from the other side of the glass wall because he looked up from the file, and it wasn't hard to miss the coy smile on his lips. The previous expression on his face was quickly replaced with a more welcoming one. "Ah, we finally meet. Your father has already told me a good deal about you."

"I am grateful for the opportunity to work for your company, Mr. Wiltshire." First impressions count, especially at a company like Urbanshade. So you took the opportunity to present yourself in the best possible light, even if it meant pretending to be something you're not—in this case, motivated and interested. Your hand almost raised itself to offer a polite and respectful handshake.

"I assure you, we are the ones who are honored to welcome you to our team. Welcome to Urbanshade."

A few months passed after Urbanshade recruited you, and it didn't take long for you to get the hang of all the small details involved in your job at the luxurious office—details like how the overpriced coffee machine worked, how to sort the endless stacks of paper files, and even how to avoid getting on your new boss's bad side. At this point, you'd even admit it feels like being a well-paid version of an intern since your higher-ups only trusted you with minor tasks so far.

Despite the simplicity and comfort of the tasks, you volunteered more than once for harder assignments, showing your most motivated side in the hope of getting a little more action in your otherwise boring life. But every single time, Mr. Wiltshire blocked you off with a polite smile and a shake of his head. "You're not ready yet."

It was frustrating; you felt there was more behind it than just a lack of skills, but you couldn't force your way into the deeper levels of the job without risking ruining it all for yourself.

A high-pitched female voice suddenly pulled you out of your regular daydreams, making you aware that you were indeed not alone at the moment. "Ah, look who's here!" Your black-haired co-worker beamed at you with the fakest smile you had ever seen, making you raise your eyebrow slightly. The action didn't go unnoticed by her, and you could feel her sharp acrylic nails digging uncomfortably into your left shoulder. "Be a sweetheart," she started again, leaning in from behind and speaking directly into your ear, "and take care of my files too, alright?" She no longer tried to hide her snarky tone and instead showed you her true nasty attitude. "We don't want Mr. Wiltshire to see how much you slack off at work, right, hon?" The pain slowly disappeared as she lifted her hand from your shoulder, wiping it off on her expensive business blazer. A glance over your shoulder to meet her gaze was enough.

Her smug smile hit a nerve deep inside you, but you swallowed your newfound anger like the smarter person and just nodded without a word. In the end, it wasn't worth the drama, and maybe you could use the opportunity to score some extra credit points with your boss if he saw you doing some well-executed extra work.

The fake woman left the moment you tried to open your mouth to give her a straightforward answer, leaving you behind like some worthless object in the middle of the office. By this point, it wasn't really offensive to you since you strongly disliked that woman for her weird attitude toward you, and every second without her was surely a good second. After watching her leave and get into the elevator at the end of the hall, you turned around too and slowly made your way to the coffee machine in the plain break room, pouring yourself a nice cup of dark liquid into your favorite mug. You would surely need it if you had to put in some extra hours to get the work done. With newfound motivation, you left the room and headed to your co-worker's personal office.

It was a neat space inside a glass room, furnished with minimalist-style furniture and a nice office chair made of quality leather. Some of the woman's personal items were scattered across the mahogany table, and your lips curled up as you felt the smooth surface of the table, thinking you could earn one of those fancy offices yourself if you worked hard enough.

Then you saw the stack of brown files on the table. It was in an unacceptable, messy state, with paper corners sticking out from all sides and some mysterious stains on the front covers. Yet, the weirdly pleasant smell of cigarettes and old paper hit your nose, filling you with a strange, comforting feeling all over again. Your eyes also didn't fail to notice the bright yellow note on the stack, with a hastily written message in black ink:

"Please sort by Thursday night. Return Z-13 file to higher-up when done."

Reading it gave you a sudden boost of excitement, seeing that there must be an interesting file usually in the hands of higher-ranked people. You didn't question it but rather saw it as an opportunity to dive deeper into the business that Urbanshade conducts, sensing a way to escape the boring intern tasks and join them on the front lines, maybe even leading a mining operation in the exciting underwater world.

Your hands took the small note from the files, discarding it without a care into the bin, assuming your co-worker was aware of it since she knew about the work the files required. It was another simple job of sorting papers and making sure everything was in its place before returning them to the basement archives below the building.

The warm, rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee replaced the smell in the small office as you took a careful sip from your favorite mug. The dark liquid was the only thing keeping you grounded amidst the tension of the day. Your fingers traced the rim of the warm cup absentmindedly as you scanned the chaotic stack of files on the mahogany desk.

Determined to make a good impression by sorting through the files with precision, you placed your mug at the edge of the desk, within easy reach. You started to carefully separate the documents, making piles according to their categories, when your mind began to wander.

You reached for another file, but just as you were about to grab it, your elbow knocked against your mug. Time seemed to slow as you watched in horror as the mug tipped over, spilling hot coffee across the desk. The dark liquid cascaded like a wave, soaking the neatly sorted papers in seconds.

"No, no, no!" you gasped, frantically grabbing at the files, trying to salvage what you could. But it was too late—the coffee had already seeped into most of the pages, leaving large brown stains that spread and blurred the ink in matter of seconds. The once crisp documents were now soggy and wrinkled, some of the text smearing into an illegible mess.

Your heart pounded as you stared at the ruined files. A wave of panic surged through you. These weren’t just any papers; they were official documents, meant to be returned to the higher-ups. And that one file—about something called Z-13—it was supposed to go directly to someone important. You remembered the note and its simple instructions, now crumpled in the waste bin, and felt a sinking dread.

Grabbing a handful of napkins from the small break room drawer, you desperately tried to blot the coffee from the papers, but the evidence of your mistake would be painfully clear, no matter how hard you tried to save the files. The edges of some files were curling up, the ink bleeding out, and some of the pages were beyond saving. The more you wiped, the worse it seemed to get.

You slumped into the leather chair, your hands trembling as you stared at the coffee-stained disaster in front of you. What would Mr. Wiltshire say? Worse, what would your father think if he found out? The pressure to prove yourself, to show that you were capable of handling the job, suddenly felt crushing.

With a deep breath, you tried to calm your racing thoughts. There had to be a way to fix this. Maybe you could reprint the damaged documents, or perhaps there were backups somewhere in the archives. You needed a plan, and fast. But first, you had to get rid of the evidence of your mistake—before anyone saw the mess you had made.

Forcing yourself to think clearly, you carefully gathered the soaked files, praying that you could come up with a solution before anyone found out about the spill. And then you saw it, the important file with big red letters on the cover, slightly drenched in warm coffee. The damage seemed to be at a visible minimum, making you slightly relax despite all the panic in your body.

Your finger traced over the paper cover before picking the file up from the messy table. It was slightly heavy, and as you felt the weight of the file in your hands, a ripple of curiosity surged through you. You hesitated for a moment, wondering what kind of secrets might be concealed within these pages. But the urge to know won out, and you carefully opened the front cover, revealing a neatly typed summary that seemed to offer a glimpse into the contents of the file.

The first thing that caught your eye was a series of police reports, meticulously detailed and organized, each one stamped with the official seal of Urbanshade. They were followed by a set of photographs, their glossy surfaces reflecting the dim light of the room. The first image you saw was a clear mugshot of a young man. His face was striking, not in the sense of beauty, but in the way it conveyed a deep weariness, as if the weight of the world had been pressing down on him for far too long. His dark hair was slightly disheveled, and they censored his eyes, leaving them to your imagination.

His expression was a frown in each of the photos, a look of quiet defiance mixed with something else—something that sent a strange sensation through your chest. It wasn’t pity, exactly, but a deep unease that you couldn’t quite place. There was a coldness in his expression, yet also a flicker of something more, something human and raw, buried beneath the layers of exhaustion and anger.

You turned the page, your fingers brushing over the edges of the police reports that followed. The papers were old, some of them yellowing with age, but the text was still clear. Your eyes skimmed the lines, taking in the grim details of a murder case that had been closed years ago. The words felt heavy, each sentence a stark reminder of the horror that had unfolded.

The reports detailed a series of brutal killings—nine victims in total. The descriptions were uncensored, each one more gruesome than the last. As you read, a chill ran down your spine. The level of violence, the cold, methodical nature of the crimes, it all painted a picture of someone deeply disturbed, someone with a darkness that ran far deeper than you could have imagined.

And there, at the center of it all, was the young man from the photos. His name was typed in bold letters at the top of the report: Sebastian Solace. The name seemed almost ironic—“Solace” suggesting peace or comfort, while the man it belonged to was associated with such unspeakable acts.

You stared at the name for a long moment, trying to reconcile the tired, defiant face in the photos with the monstrous deeds described in the reports. The file mentioned psychological evaluations, interviews, and even some speculation about his motives, but none of it seemed to add up. There was a note in the margin, scrawled in a hurried hand, suggesting that the case was far from closed, despite what the official records stated.

A photo paperclipped to the back of the file caught your attention—a grainy image of a dark, empty room. The caption underneath simply read, „Day of Execution“ The picture showed the electric chair that they used in Solace his execution, but any sign of his presence was missing in it.

Then you turned the pages and the police reports changed into a large series of lab reports, endless lists of medication and a collection of pictures that left you in a nauseous state.

You read and read for what felt like hours, your eyes moving mechanically over the pages as the horrors of Sebastian Solace's life unfolded before you. Each detail seemed more grotesque than the last, painting a picture of a man who had been systematically stripped of his humanity. It wasn’t just the surgeries—those brutal, invasive operations where limbs were removed and reattached like parts of a machine. It was the utter disregard for the person he once was, the complete and total annihilation of his identity, his very soul.

The deeper you delved into the file, the more your hands began to tremble. You could feel your stomach churning as you flipped through page after page of graphic images and cold, clinical reports. The pictures were the worst—high-resolution photographs of Sebastian’s disfigured body, his skin pale and sickly under the harsh fluorescent lights of a laboratory. There were stitches crisscrossing his limbs, metal tools embedded in his flesh like cruel mockeries of life-saving instruments. His eyes—those once defiant, tired eyes—were vacant now, lifeless, as though the man he had once been was already dead.

Your breath hitched as you turned to a page detailing an experiment labeled "Procedure 17-C." The accompanying photograph showed a close-up of Sebastian's chest, where wires and tubes had been inserted into his heart, his blood replaced with a thick, unnatural fluid. The caption beneath it coldly described the experiment’s purpose—to test the viability of synthetic blood in deep-sea environments. The thought of what he had endured, of how much pain and suffering had been inflicted upon him in the name of science, made your vision blur with tears.

You forced yourself to continue reading, even as nausea clawed at your throat. The reports became increasingly more deranged, describing how Sebastian’s body had been treated like a puzzle, dismantled and reassembled in ways that defied all logic and ethics. The word "specimen" appeared frequently, a stark reminder that to his captors, Sebastian was nothing more than a test subject, an object to be used and discarded.

It was around page 35 that you couldn’t take it anymore. You shoved the file aside and staggered to the bin next to you, emptying the contents of your stomach. The bile burned your throat, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the anguish in your heart. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, trying to steady your breathing, but the images lingered in your mind, imprinted there like a brand.

Sebastian Solace—the name now felt like a curse, a grim reminder of the horrors that could befall anyone who crossed paths with Urbanshade. And the Hadal Blackside... it was no longer just a place. It was a living nightmare, a twisted abyss where humanity was stripped away,

The weight of the file in your hands felt unbearable as you reluctantly picked it up again, your fingers trembling as you closed the cover. The secrets contained within were like a lead weight on your soul, pressing down on you with an intensity that made it hard to breathe. When you finally set the file back on the table, it was as though you were laying down a burden too great for any one person to bear.

But even as you tried to distance yourself from what you had just read, the haunted eyes of Sebastian Solace refused to leave you. They stayed with you, those hollow, lifeless eyes, staring back at you from the depths of your memory. They were a reminder that in the Hadal Blackside, there were things far more terrifying than the dark waters and the lurking creatures within. There might were men—once human, now monsters—who had been twisted by the same forces that now ensnared you.

You were tangled in their web now, caught in a nightmare from which there was no waking. And as you sat there, in the dim light of that office room, you realized that the true horror wasn’t what had been done to Sebastian. It was the knowledge that, in time, the same fate could await you, if someone found out what you saw.

#sebastian solace x reader #sebastian solace x you #sebastian solace #sebastian solace fanfiction #AsAboveSoBelow #sebastian solace fanfic #sebastian solace x gender neutral reader

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elsa-fogen · 1 year ago

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So. On the topic of Alastor headcannons. What's your opinion on these radio themed ones:

Alastor has an internal radio. Like the concept of having songs play through your head, but more literal. He can tune to stations as if he was a radio himself. And if he really wants to, he can connect himself to other radios in his immediate vicinity and play that music though them instead.

His antlers help his radio powers. So when they get damaged (in battle, sheds them, whatever reason you wanna put here) his internal radio goes bazerk. Think; flipping stations randomly, connecting to other radios when he doesn't want it to, playing loud static at random. All the chaos.

He can hear through other radios. He once had to listen to Vox playing Barbie Girl through a TV right next to a radio in Vox's studio, for a week straight. Surely enough; Barbie Girl is now banned from all radio stations in hell.

What do you think? I got more like these if you like them. Give me a generic topic and I can probably list several under that category.

OHH RADIO HEASCANONS

Yes, but he also can turn it on and off when he needs

Never thought about it, but it's funny (don't think i'm going to use it anywhere but who knows, maybe i'll make some funzies with that)

Pretty much used it in one my comic slihdsdkjfh +headcanon that Vox taught him that, he also can control when and which radio he wants to listen (or his head would be a horrible mess) ut i like headcanon that he has some songs banned on the radio lol

speaking of other radiostations, i actually made an instruction on How To get Your Own Radio Station In Hell, let me just find it real quick... i wanted to share it long ago, but couldn't find a moment

Imagine you're a normal sinner in hell, who suddenly wants to become radio host for one small station. and it's possible! and you won't even die, and get some benefits, if succeed. So, it's kinda hard, but doable

1. You need to write a letter asking for a permission to have your own station to The Radio Demon himself. a) letter should be handwritten, and your handwriting must be at least readable. Or you can use typewriter, if you find one. DO NOT write it on a computer and then print, you'll probably won't be able to get your station in following 50 years b) You should send your letter via post. DO NOT try to meet Radio Demon in person, you'll just lose time, or even if you get lucky, he won't take your letter. b*) Now you can just come to Hazbin Hotel and give your letter to Charlie Morningstar and ask her to give it to Radio Demon. Don't worry, she won't read it. b**) You should leave your contacts, that's obligatory if you want to get an answer - that means you have to have a place to live. c) Do not try to e-mail him, he doesn't even have a phone or computer to receive it. If someone gives you 100% totally real Radio Demon's e-mail - don't trust them, its fake 2. You'll get answer from the Radio Demon in 1-2 weeks, he'll send you set of papers which you have to fill out. You'll probably have to do it 3-4 times so don't worry, he's just testing your dedication. In these papers you give general info about your future radio station - the name, schedule, what activities you'll gonna have and what kinds of music wanna play. Include some jazz, especially if you mostly want to have modern music. You'll also have to tell a bit about yourself. You absolutely should not be connected to voxtech in any way. 2.b) he may simply dislike your ass and become a real bureaucratic monster. Keep trying - you can impress him with you dedication and he may like you in the end 3. When you got your application approved, you'll have to sign a contract, that gives you right to broadcast on a certain radio frequency. According to the contract - your radio station belongs to the Radio Demon, you'll just getting it in unlimited use, until the contract terminated. You DO NOT sell your soul to the Radio Demon. He can broadcast over you any time he needs and you can't do anything about it. He can also ask you to change something in your broadcast schedule, ask to replace of cancel any of your programs, ban music and so on. (Tho, he probably won't do anything of it). But since your radio station is his property, you're as well under his protection while you on your station, so if someone attacks you and you're unable to protect yourself and your station, you'll have a way to contact him and ask for help. You'll have a specific channel for it and list of morse codes for emergencies. You should not use this channel for anything else, or you'll lose your station. 4. After all paperwork is done and approved, you have to get equipment for your station. DO NOT use ANYTHING voxtech related, and you absolutely cannot have TV on your station. 5. After you got all the equipment, invite the Radio Demon to your station. He'll set everything up for you and give you list of emergency codes. Do not try to interrupt his infodumps even if you lost track of it and can't understand shit, it's better if you show enthusiasm. 6. And done! Now you are happy small radio host! The Radio Demon may show up on your station sometimes to check how everything's going, but don't worry about it, he won't be bother you too often after few weeks.

P. S. You are NOT friends with the Radio Demon, even if he acts friendly and calls you "dear" - that's just his normal, not-threatenning behavior P. P. S. Don't be too personal, don't dump on him your problems if they aren't related to the station when he comes to you. Just make him some coffee, talk about weather and tell that everything works just fine P. P. P. S. ABSOLUTELY! DO NOT! TRY TO HUG HIM! He'll just laugh at you, and if you somehow succeed he'll make everything to make you regret every action in your life and afterlife that led you to this moment (and it doesn't necessarily means he will torture you physically, once he run into masacistic freak that got a boner when was tortured) P. P. P. P. S. If you caught feelings for him - suffer in silence and NEVER try to confess. You'll lose your station immediately and will never get it back.

All these instructions are totally written by Rosie who heared so many complaints from Alastor about how people want to become a radio host but can't do it properly

And Alastor is probably making them experience what he went through to become a radio host in life

GOD, TUMBLR WHY UR SUCH AN ASS TODAY WTF LET ME JUST POST MY SILLY TEXT

#hazbin hotel #sudden ask lol #hazbin #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor the radio demon #the radio demon #radio demon #hazbin headcanons #my main hazbin headcanon (ef)

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oncethefirefades · 2 months ago

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Introduction to DawnClan: Stagstar Speaks

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Apprehension tempered by awe fizzes beneath your pelt like trapped static, finally brought before a cat whose remarkable tales are spoken of in hushed whispers throughout the territories. A tall, distinguished molly with a wild mane and fur the color of a horizon at sunset. She is rumored to be fiercely audacious, unrelenting with the application of her claws. While the sharp-brimmed hat she wears obscures her gaze, you feel as if it burns your fur from its scathing intensity alone. You are still unsure if your path truly lies with this Clan, following in the pawsteps of this leader, however upon finally meeting face-to-face a sense of wonder encompasses you, ushering your words forth before you have a chance to regret remaining silent. You must start somewhere, after all.

“How do you feel about the Clan you lead?”

“Seasons innumerable ago- before the oldest elder within all three Clans was even dreamed in blanketed stardust- three cats chose to walk differing paths into an uncertain future. Spiraling, interwoven trails in which their storied pawsteps would continue on to shape the fate of these lands forever.

While Meadow sought tranquil meditation within the safe, placid greenery of hidden gardens, and Rubble vied for fierce independence away from other’s interference amid the skeletal monsters looming far across Storm River’s bend—Dawn alone was audacious enough to fully cooperate with both twolegs and beasts alike to secure a wild yet carefree future for his cats among the bustling farmland. A frontier which remains prey-rich no matter the season, hard won from numerous foes who wish to claim this abundant territory as their own. The Ranch has been our home for generations, and will remain so for countless generations to come.

DawnClan is a bastion for those with a taste for excitement and the willingness to get their paws dirty. We are the sole Clan who have learned not only what it means to understand species outside of our own, but to truly partner with them as a form of mutual-fulfillment. Forming a symbiotic understanding with the fellow species who occupy this territory- from mighty horses with hooves that can crush a cat with a single kick to the humble chickens who provide their eggs and feathers in exchange for protection against all kinds of creatures that wouldn’t hesitate in stealing them away for a quick meal. Even the farmer’s dogs who look after the sheep and accompany them on their day-to-day patrolling have become accustomed to our presence, and occasionally we have come to aid each other in the most unexpected ways.

In DawnClan we don’t hide from challenges. Adversity is a part of life, and we welcome it openly as a way to prove our strength and test the depths of our bonds with each other. Dancing boldly with predators and monumental beasts, outmaneuvering our adversaries with cunning—these skills we have honed to perfection across ceaseless moons. No other Clan is half as adept at hunting or tracking. Deer are brought down the same as mice through tenets of cooperation and coordination. Our pack moves and breathes as one, and no target can escape our claws once we’ve caught their scent.

Our community is our lifeblood, intertwined at all times. We all sleep under the same roof rather than divided by individual dens, protected by the Barn’s steadfast walls. Competing with one another in friendly albeit intensely riveting contests, tending to the Ranch’s animals we live alongside, ranging together for miles on hunting expeditions—through good times and bad we will always overcome with family by our side and passion hotter than the rising sun blazing in our grins. There is never a dull moment within our roughneck Clan, and while dangerous thrills lurk around every corner those who join this family can be assured that they will never hunt alone.

Ah, has this sparked your interest? I can see that intent gleam in your eye. There’s no need to be shy. A spirited, adventurous cat like yourself would fit in well as a member of our pack. Don’t let hesitance guide your decision—trust the desire for excitement which resides in your heart, the howling voice of your instincts. That is the first step to begin running unconstrained as a true DawnClan cat.”

“How strict are you in terms of leading with the warrior code?”

“The warrior code is like any other aspect of going through life as a warrior—something that should be acknowledged and respected. We honor the memory of our ancestors by following it and doing as they did. Strong roots are the keystone of a strong foundation, and the warrior code is a thread which ties every Clan to the stars no matter how divided we may become after all. However that being said, the leader alone enables this code to facilitate a Clan’s successful functioning, not the code enabling a leader to facilitate their Clan. I consider the code a guideline. It helps inform my decisions but will never be the sole crux which dictates them. My instincts have never failed me, and responding to a situation with my own judgement has always directed DawnClan successfully through struggle in kind. So long as the calls I make ensure DawnClan’s continued legacy— with only the best intentions in mind— I’m certain StarClan will continue to walk beside me.”

“How do you feel about the other two Clans?”

“DawnClan has never sought to make enemies of any particular cats. We have enough to handle when it comes to managing the animals under our care, ranging across seemingly endless terrain in wild hunts, and standing guard against various predators which may threaten the wellbeing of our Ranch. Scraps with rival moggies are generally better avoided when possible. That isn’t to say we’re afraid of conflict- far from it. Our territory is bountiful with many rich resources, ever-providing, made further abundant by all sorts of varied food sources remaining available regardless of seasonal shifts or poor weather. It’s only natural for the other Clans to feel envy, seeking to claim our fields for their own purposes through treachery and underhanded tactics. We never hesitate when the time for battle arrives, and our warriors are more than willing to fight unflinchingly against whoever we must while defending our home.

MeadowClan is a curious bunch. They tend to stray away from any physical conflict. Likely well aware that they’re lacking when it comes to sheer strength, much as they hate being reminded of it. Instead they hide behind their resources, dictating the availability of herbs as if it grants them immunity from hostility. DawnClan has no reason to raise fangs against them- they’re eager enough to trade for our resources- however their methods are rather irritating to deal with simultaneously. Instead of initiating conflict directly they’d rather lurk in tall grass like the snakes which reside in their gardens—hiding behind bartering. Quick to get their tails in a twist over each leaf of every herb they’re so graciously bestowing upon us. Meadowclanners are sly, smiling to your face while envisioning how to dupe you out of a fair trade deal behind your back. Nonetheless, we can rest assured knowing those rabbit-hearts would never dare infringe on our borders directly. That counts for something, I suppose.

RubbleClan on the other paw has been nothing but a thorn in our side. The prolonged conflict between our Clans has had ramifications more catastrophic than blight staining a valley. They’re completely untrustworthy, snapping viciously at the chance to strike us where we’re weakest. Honor and even the warrior code clearly mean less than nothing in their minds, having long since proven they’re willing to kill if it meets their ends. We can never unsee the carnage-ravaged pastures RubbleClan watered with my comrades’ blood—much as they wish to sweep away their previous warmongering transgressions like nothing more than a petty squabble. Any so-called peace those treacherous moggies offer will always come with a steep price, one my predecessor was only willing to accept out of pure desperation. However, now that he has passed on… DawnClan does not forget or forgive quickly, and we won’t be caught unaware by them again.”

“How do you feel about outsiders and kittypets?”

“Outsiders have always held a place within DawnClan ever since the first warm rays of sunrise illuminated our newly established camp through sturdy wooden eaves. Kittypets, loners, and rogues alike can find safety here—we pride ourselves on our welcoming nature regarding cats from different walks of life. So long as they respect our ways and stir up no trouble, then there isn’t much reason they wouldn’t be allowed to join should they please. New faces are good, helps keep things lively around the ranch. Besides, we can always use more paws helping out here and there.”

“What are some comments you would like to make about your leading style overall?”

“DawnClan has faced numerous trials, yet our resolute belief in each other paired with an enduring drive to strike forward no matter what has always seen us through even the longest nights. Our Clan has always been bound together, our loyalty extending past simple kinship and the technicalities of blood. It is the heart which resides within the landscape of this territory, the warmth of a dawning sun and the song of breeze whistling through rolling pastures. All this and more we share with each other, united in unbreakable camaraderie from the start of DawnClan’s founding. I intend to continue that intense familial spirit our ancestors have sewn. I’ll do anything to protect my Clanmates and keep our Ranch safe. If I must be more vigilant, more sharp, more cold or brutal than the previous leaders of DawnClan to maintain our place in this territory then that is merely the burden I shall carry. I would easily lay down each and every one of these nine lives I’ve been given to protect my Clan, and I expect my Clanmates to share the same dedication.”

You open your jaws to query further, but the sharp whinny of horses and the rapid pounding of hooves against dusty earth from somewhere beyond the fence-line interrupt all other trains thought. Stagstar’s angular ears snap upward, head tipping back to peer at the slowly sinking sun’s position. The two of you have spoken for longer than anticipated, and as you turn to face the molly once again you’re met with nothing but the patch of slightly indented grass she once sat upon. Shock courses through you as your gaze darts about the area, finally catching upon the fence which leers above. There Stagstar is perched upon the apex, dusk swathing her in deep purple hues and a halo of fading ember light. Shadows of horses canter past her, and the evening wind stirs the fluttering mane of both. Stagstar meets your eyes steadily, her slender tail swishing only once in a wordless farewell before she vanishes to the fence’s other side. You get the sense she isn’t the type to linger in a single place for long. She’s told you what she felt compelled to say, and has left you with much to consider. Now the rest is up to you. Should you decide to heed her words, you know you’ll be able to find her again.

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

(ac: @scourgebff + @//birdkiye on youtube)

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docgold13 · 7 months ago

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Heroes & Villains The DC Animated Universe - Paper Cut-Out Portraits and Profiles

Edwin Alva

The founder and chief executive officer of Alva Industries, Edwin Alva Sr. was sinister and unscrupulous industrialist who never paused in putting innocent people in danger in his pursuit for wealth and success. His scientists discovered the Quantum Vapor finding that the substance possessed profound mutagenic properties that could drastically alter the human genome. Greatly intrigued by the potential commercial applications of the Quantum Vapor, Alva arranged for a deplorable and inhuman experiment to test the effects of the vapor on human subjects.

Alva had learned that a group of street gangs had planned on congregating at the Dakota Docks. Alva arranged for a cloud of the vapor to be released at the docks, exposing everyone there. He had no idea if this would prove fatal, but determined that it was merely gang members from an impoverished urban area whom no one important would miss.

The Quantum Vapor ended up transforming all who breathed it in. Most were bestowed with a variety of different metahuman powers and attributes. Uncertain how to best monetize this development, Alva continued to monitor the activities of those effected while obfuscating any involvement by himself and his company. The heroic Static came to suspect Alva’s involvement in the releasing of the Quantum Vapor and the creation of the ‘Bang Babies.’ Aware of Static’s investigation, Alva took steps to try to take the hero out; although fortunately the hero managed to evade these efforts to do him in.

It was only after Alva’s oft-neglected son, Edwin Jr. exposed himself to the Quantum Vapor that the villain began seeking a means of reserving the effects of the vapor. Alva arranged for the abduction of Rubberband Man, Talon and Gear as his test subjects in his search for a cure. Static ended up joining forces with his enemy Hotstreak in a successful effort to free those Alva had abducted. Although Edwin Jr. was ultimately cured, Alva himself continued to shirk his culpability in the whole affair. Whether or not the villain was ever made to pay for his many crimes has yet to be revealed.

Actor Kerrigan Mahan provided the voice for Edwin Alva Sr. with the villain first appearing in the second episode of the first season of Static Shock, ‘Aftershock.’

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kindersurprisebacterium · 2 years ago

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Suspended (Dabi/Reader)

C/W: Overstimulation, public sex, suspended shibari, spanking/slapping, degredation, really good aftercare

Gender neutral AFAB reader

W/C: 2.7k

The room was scattered with bare bodies. Twisting, swirling, aching bodies. Whether tucked behind locked doors or on display for all, the energy within the club was static. Deciding to hydrate, I made my way to the bar first. Digging into the water bottle I snatched from the bar top, my eyes scanned across the room and the various scenes in front of me. Then, a shaggy head of black hair caught my eye, Body adorned with intricate lacings of ink and titanium. Tattoos slithered down his arm, wrapping around his pale skin like rope. Cerulean eyes met mine. Dusty pink lips curled up into a smile. His combat boots thunked across the floor as he approached.

“Haven’t seen you here before.” He took a seat on the barstool next to me.

“Heard about this place from a friend and figured I’d stop in,” I explained, taking a sip from my water.

“Who’s your friend? Maybe I know them.”

“He’s never actually been in here. Just heard about it.” I explained.

“Have you ever been to a club like this before?” He asked, tongue fiddling with the silver ring pierced through his lip.

“No, but it’s been on my list for a while.” My eyes flicked back and forth from his lips to his eyes. He paused, standing up and holding out a hand for me.

“How about we move to one of the couches over there,” he nodded his head towards a leather loveseat in the corner of the room. “Is that okay?” I laced my fingers with his. He pulled me onto my feet and toward the corner. I watched as he plopped onto the couch. The leather squeaked below his weight. I sat beside him.

“Can I touch you?” He asked, pools of cyan stared me down with a gaze soft enough to feel reassuring.

“Yeah. You can kiss me too if you want,” I spoke, heat pooling in my cheeks. An arm curled around my shoulders, pulling my body closer to his. His fingers grasped my chin, holding my face still as he slowly leaned in, pressing his soft lips to mine.

“Tell me what you like, baby.” He asked, lips moving to my jaw.

“Pain, bondage, degradation, overstimulation…obviously exhibitionism,” I replied. His lips were now on my neck, kisses morphing into licks and nibbles against my skin.

“So you’re looking to fuck?” He spoke against my skin.

“I am tonight.” I bit my bottom lip, teeth digging into the skin as he harshly sucked on my neck.

“Safeword is red. Any limits?” He asked, Hands gripping at my thighs through my jeans.

“No bodily fluids besides cum, spit, and blood, no blindfolds, no breath play,” I explained. “I’ve got my latest std tests on my phone, I want to see yours too.” His hand slipped from my body, moving toward his back pocket. His sky-blue eyes strayed from me as he swiped through applications, landing on his photos. He held out his phone. My eyes scanned the wall of text, reading negative after negative. I held out my phone for him, half-lidded eyes quickly scanned over the screen before focusing back on me.

“Birth control?” He asked, Hands skimming up my shirt and over my stomach.

“I’ve got the implant in my arm. You’re welcome to feel it for reassurance.” I pushed my sleeve over my shoulder, revealing the slightly raised skin on my inner arm. His fingers gently felt around for the implant, pushing in at the edges of the device.

He swiftly pushed me down onto my back, tugging me by the thighs so my hips met his. He began to softly rut his hips against mine, leaning down to gently bite at my ear.

“You ever tried suspended Shibari?” He asked, rutting Harder against me. I sputtered out a strained ‘no’ as his hands snuck up my shirt, fingers pinching my nipples. “You’d look so good tied up, baby.” He smirked, twisting his fingers a bit. “Hang you up so those legs of yours are spread wide. Watch you struggle against the ropes as I play with your cunt.” One of his hands moved to my face, thumb pressing between my lips, parting my teeth, and slipping inside my mouth.

“You want that?” He asked, dilated pupils staring right through me. I nodded, garbled words slipping past my parted lips. He pushed down on my tongue and held my mouth open. His lips puckered as he spit into my mouth, fingers quickly moving to hold my jaw shut. I swallowed, thoughts spinning with anticipation and arousal.

He stood up, grabbing a duffel bag from beside the sofa. With one hand extended toward me, he winked, signaling me to follow. I laced my fingers with his, trailing behind him as he led me towards an open space just below two bamboo rods suspended from the ceiling. He set the duffel bag down, kneeling beside it. He dug through the expanses of the nylon bag. He pulled out spools of neatly wound jute, a vibrator, and lube. He gestured for me to sit with two fingers. I sat next to him, watching as he undid the wraps holding the jute in place. He set the ropes aside, hands finding any bit of skin they could grab.

“D’you wanna strip for me, baby.” He asked, lips kissing over my neck.

“Do it for me.” I leaned into him, hands slipping between the messy black locks on his head. He tugged off my shirt, tossing it to the side. He began licking over my nipples, sucking and biting on the sensitive skin. His fingers began to undo the button on my jeans, the zipper soon following along. He pushed the denim over my hips, struggling to pull them down in my current position. I shifted onto my hands and knees, moving between his legs. His lips pressed against mine as his fingers began working the waistband down my thighs. A hard smack landed across my ass. My body jolted forward toward his chest. His hand soothed over the irritated skin. He softly cooed next to my ear.

“Such a good little toy for me.” He spoke softly as he helped me step out of the fabric. “Come on, sit in my lap.” He held up his finger, spinning it around in a circle. I turned around, leaning back against him, my back to his chest. He gripped my knees, parting my legs. He tied the jute around my ankle in a secure single-column tie. He bent my legs, heel to the back of my thigh, and began coiling the jute around one of my legs.

“At least you know how to do a single-column tie.” I chuckled “Maybe you won’t send me falling to the ground”

“You wanna say that again,” he said, pulling the rope tight. I smirked, teeth sinking into my lower lip.

“Only if you say please,”

His unoccupied hand slapped my cunt, causing my body to recoil. Desperate noises pooled from my tongue.

“You’re lucky I don’t have a third arm.” He huffed, twisting the rope into a hitch at the knee. He reversed the rope, trailing back down and putting a hitch at each horizontal loop around my leg. The bindings grew tighter as he added more locking hitches to the weave. The flesh of my thigh began protruding from the spaces between the loops.

“It’s not too tight, is it?” He asked, pressing a kiss to the junction between my neck and shoulder.

“It’s good.” I sighed as his finger brushed against my clit. He began binding my other leg, making sure to grind his arm against my cunt as he set the single-column tie in place.

“You’re soaking, baby.” He smirked against the skin of my neck.

“Touch me, please.” I whimpered, gripping his arm.

“Not until after I have you tied up.” He chuckled, biting down on my shoulder while continuing to place intricate locks and knots across my leg.

He pulled back, creating a gap between our bodies. He grabbed the third spool of jute and began binding my arms behind my back, palm touching the opposite elbow in a square-like shape. He began wrapping thick bands of jute around my chest, securing my arms in place. He finished off with a hitch to keep the binds secure.

“Fuck. You look so good tied up.” He mumbled while kissing my neck. My arms strained against the ties, instinctively attempting to reach out and touch him. “Are you ready for the suspension part?” He asked, hand stroking my cheek. I nodded, leaning into his touch. My face sparked with pain as his palm landed a hit across my cheek.

“Use your fuckin’ words, baby.” He spat, gripping my chin hard.

“Yes!” I blurted out.

“Was that okay?” He asked softly, hands soothing over my face.

“Yeah,” I spoke softly, leaning into his palm. He stood up, pulling the warmth of his touch from my skin. I strained my neck, looking over my shoulder to watch as he began wrapping the jute around the rig hanging from the ceiling. My body flopped forward, my chest dragging against the floor as he suspended my legs. My body continued being tugged and pulled until my head was just barely brushing against the floor. He swiped two fingers across my leaking cunt. My body spasmed against its bindings, strangled noises arising from my chest. A loud buzzing reverberated through the room, unable to see what he was doing, I gritted my teeth in anticipation, eyes focused on his combat boots which stood before me.

He pressed a Hitachi wand to my clit, causing a rush of moans and pleas to spill from my lips. My toes curled, calves straining against the rough rope pressed so tightly against my skin.

“Told you I’d play with you, baby.” He chuckled, spitting on his fingers and plunging two digits inside of me.

He turned up the intensity of the vibrator. My clit began to ache at the overstimulation, eyes going unfocused as my body soaked in the pleasure. My nails scratched against my elbows, my bound body swayed ever so slightly as my muscles spasmed. The burn of the rope pushed me closer to a climax. As if the ropes on my stomach were getting tighter and tighter, my muscles clenched, limbs pulling hard against their restraints as I came. Wetness pooled between my legs, streaming down my stomach, and to my chest.

“Fuuuck. That’s what I’m talking about.” He grunted, pulling the vibrator away from my clit. He adjusted the ropes, pulling my chest up from the floor and dropping one of my legs. I looked at him from my new position, my body suspended as if I was lying on my back. The tendons in my inner thigh began to ache.

He placed the vibrator against my clit. My voice twisted into strained whimpers. My clit throbbed, stinging from the overstimulation, and yet somehow the sensation made my mind haze over. Thoughts came to a halt as lust took over my body. My skin lit up, sweat beaded down from my restrained limbs as I crawled closer to my second orgasm.

“Come on, let me see you squirt again.” He grunted, watching closely as my cunt clenched around nothing. Tears began to steam down my face, eyes rolled to the back of my head. My jaw went slack along with the rest of my body as a wave of intense stimulation washed over me. A jet of clear fluid rushed from between my legs.

“Come on, keep going,” he groaned, keeping the vibrator pressed tight to my quaking body. I choked out harsh sobs, tears and snot soaking my face. The stream of liquid crawled to a halt as my orgasm passed, leaving me half-conscious and covered in static.

“Such a messy whore.” He spat, adjusting the ropes again. My chest rose even further above my legs. He lifted my limp leg back up, as if I was sitting in a chair, legs spread wide with my knees pointing up to the ceiling. He snapped his fingers and gently tapped his palm against my face.

“Come on, look at me, whore.” He smirked, waiting for my eyes to come back into focus. His cerulean eyes flicked up and down my bruised body. “Names Dabi and I better hear you moaning it,” he laughed, fingers sweeping sweat-soaked hair from my face. “Tell this whole fuckin room who’s making you feel this good,” he grabbed a bottle of lube and a condom from his bag. He worked the button of his jeans free and began slipping them down his thighs just far enough to let his cock spring free. The tip, adorned in silver, was flushed and leaking pre cum.

“Dabi,” I spoke softly.

“What,” He Said, opening the condom wrapper.

“Breed me,” I bit my lower lip, watching as his cock twitched. He tossed the condom aside, popping open the cap to the lube bottle and squeezing out a small amount. He stroked his cock, spreading the lube across his skin and lining himself up with my entrance. He slowly sunk inside, hands gripping onto my ass to hold me still. His mouth latched onto my neck, teeth biting down hard. He started at a rough pace, cock penetrating deep inside me. My breath hitched as the stimulation overwhelmed my senses. Tears pricked at my eyes again, thick black droplets obscured my vision as my mascara began to run.

“Mmh you look so pretty when you cry,” he groaned as he pulled back. He licked a thick stripe over my tear-soaked cheeks. “You gonna cum?” He asked, fucking me Hard. I nodded. He pulled out, laughing as I furrowed my brows. He undid the ropes, gently lowering me to the ground. The burning ache in my joints subsided, and my chest heaved as I sighed. He kneeled behind me, hands gripping the rope and turning me over onto my knees. My chest pressed forward against the floor. He smacked my ass hard, my body jolted, shoulders digging hard into the floor.

“You wanna cum, baby?” He asked in a mocking tone. I choked out an incoherent answer. He landed a smack on my ass again.

“Please!” I sobbed, cunt clenching.

“Beg, bitch.” He circled two fingers around my clit. My hips twitched, back arched into his touch.

“Please let me cum!” I cried “I need it so bad, please!”

He sunk his cock into me, a moan slipping from his mouth as he bottomed out. I bit down on my bottom lip, eyes rolling to the back of my head as he fucked me hard. His nails dug into my hips, leaving behind red crescent-shaped marks.

“You want my cum?” He moaned, smacking my ass. My tongue lolled out of my mouth, incoherent babbles dripping from my mouth.

“Gonna fill that pretty cunt of yours,” his voice reduced to a Mutter, speech broken by grunts and moans as he approached his climax. His hand reached around, fingers circling my clit, ripping me through another orgasm. I clenched hard around him, milking his cock, squeezing every drop of cum out of him. My mouth hung open in a silent scream as we reached our climaxes. His hips met mine in harsh thrusts, slowing down to an eventual stop. He pulled out, warmth trickling down my thighs as his cum spilled out of me.

“You okay?” He asked through heavy, panting breaths. I nodded. He pulled me to sit between his legs, fingers undoing the ropes that bound my limbs. He pressed soft kisses to my bruised neck. A bystander set a fresh towel and water bottles next to us. Dabi said a soft acknowledgment before focusing back on me.

“You did so good for me, baby.” He mumbled against my sticky skin. My legs came loose, revealing harsh strips of rope burn that scattered across my limbs. My arms began to come loose as coil after coil dropped off of my body. My aching limbs were set free. His knuckles pressed into my tense muscles, gently rubbing away the pain.

“I didn’t go too hard, did I?” He asked, soothing over my joints.

“You were perfect, Dabi.” I smiled, leaning back against his chest. I grabbed one of the water bottles, twisted off the cap, and took a long drink from the chilled bottle. He pressed a kiss to my cheek, thumbs digging into my sore shoulders. I sighed, relishing the feeling of his hands working through every knot in my body.

“You thinking you’ll come here again?” He asked.

“Only if you’re here,” I said, biting down on my lower lip.

“In that case, why don’t I get your number?”

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fyeahnix · 8 months ago

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That post from like a month ago (I was planning to write this the day after and then immediately forgot and this has been in drafts since lol) about web devs not having some basic knowledge of the web has been stuck in my brain for a while because they are correct as I said in the notes but it's the landscape of web dev right now that's causing it and I don't see it stopping anytime soon.

I've been a professional Front End Dev for just over 7 years at this point (now a UX Dev working on a design system), and while I have a good chunk of experience under my belt, I've gotten to the point where I realize just how much shit I do not know and it's a LOOOOT.

The current landscape of web dev is that most projects and products are robust web apps that, in the absolute best case scenario, are gonna require, at minimum:

User experience research and work (UX)

User interface design (UI)

Front end with accessibility and mobile responsiveness (I am here)

Front end interactions and state management (JS engineers)

Backend database and API work

Backend infrastructure work (including setting up the dev and QA test environments)

QA testing

Developer experience to make sure devs/engineers are working efficiently with the tools they have

I'm sure I've missed some roles here, but you can see why people end up specializing when they work on bigger projects and products. The web is so unbelievably JavaScript heavy nowadays that all these specializations are Kind Of Required™, but that's absolute best case scenario. A lot of companies simply do not have the budget (or desire) to fill all these roles. So then you have a bunch of people who are kinda okay to mediocre at multiple of these things instead focusing on being good at one or two things. And then put in timeline requirements. AND THEN you have some companies who have different philosophies on how to build their core product: some are very UX focused and will put time into making sure that's present, others are not and will not care about UX in the slightest and thus those roles may not exist there at all. And...well things aren't going to be as quality as you expect when you consider all of those points.

The web is full of applications now that require a lot more expertise in different fields than just a basic static site with no data. That's not to say static sites don't exist or have no place anymore, tho. But this is where we are. It sucks.

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sak-shi · 7 months ago

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Python Libraries to Learn Before Tackling Data Analysis

To tackle data analysis effectively in Python, it's crucial to become familiar with several libraries that streamline the process of data manipulation, exploration, and visualization. Here's a breakdown of the essential libraries:

1. NumPy

- Purpose: Numerical computing.

- Why Learn It: NumPy provides support for large multi-dimensional arrays and matrices, along with a collection of mathematical functions to operate on these arrays efficiently.

- Key Features:

- Fast array processing.

- Mathematical operations on arrays (e.g., sum, mean, standard deviation).

- Linear algebra operations.

2. Pandas

- Purpose: Data manipulation and analysis.

- Why Learn It: Pandas offers data structures like DataFrames, making it easier to handle and analyze structured data.

- Key Features:

- Reading/writing data from CSV, Excel, SQL databases, and more.

- Handling missing data.

- Powerful group-by operations.

- Data filtering and transformation.

3. Matplotlib

- Purpose: Data visualization.

- Why Learn It: Matplotlib is one of the most widely used plotting libraries in Python, allowing for a wide range of static, animated, and interactive plots.

- Key Features:

- Line plots, bar charts, histograms, scatter plots.

- Customizable charts (labels, colors, legends).

- Integration with Pandas for quick plotting.

4. Seaborn

- Purpose: Statistical data visualization.

- Why Learn It: Built on top of Matplotlib, Seaborn simplifies the creation of attractive and informative statistical graphics.

- Key Features:

- High-level interface for drawing attractive statistical graphics.

- Easier to use for complex visualizations like heatmaps, pair plots, etc.

- Visualizations based on categorical data.

5. SciPy

- Purpose: Scientific and technical computing.

- Why Learn It: SciPy builds on NumPy and provides additional functionality for complex mathematical operations and scientific computing.

- Key Features:

- Optimized algorithms for numerical integration, optimization, and more.

- Statistics, signal processing, and linear algebra modules.

6. Scikit-learn

- Purpose: Machine learning and statistical modeling.

- Why Learn It: Scikit-learn provides simple and efficient tools for data mining, analysis, and machine learning.

- Key Features:

- Classification, regression, and clustering algorithms.

- Dimensionality reduction, model selection, and preprocessing utilities.

7. Statsmodels

- Purpose: Statistical analysis.

- Why Learn It: Statsmodels allows users to explore data, estimate statistical models, and perform tests.

- Key Features:

- Linear regression, logistic regression, time series analysis.

- Statistical tests and models for descriptive statistics.

8. Plotly

- Purpose: Interactive data visualization.

- Why Learn It: Plotly allows for the creation of interactive and web-based visualizations, making it ideal for dashboards and presentations.

- Key Features:

- Interactive plots like scatter, line, bar, and 3D plots.

- Easy integration with web frameworks.

- Dashboards and web applications with Dash.

9. TensorFlow/PyTorch (Optional)

- Purpose: Machine learning and deep learning.

- Why Learn It: If your data analysis involves machine learning, these libraries will help in building, training, and deploying deep learning models.

- Key Features:

- Tensor processing and automatic differentiation.

- Building neural networks.

10. Dask (Optional)

- Purpose: Parallel computing for data analysis.

- Why Learn It: Dask enables scalable data manipulation by parallelizing Pandas operations, making it ideal for big datasets.

- Key Features:

- Works with NumPy, Pandas, and Scikit-learn.

- Handles large data and parallel computations easily.

Focusing on NumPy, Pandas, Matplotlib, and Seaborn will set a strong foundation for basic data analysis.

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pentesttestingcorp · 18 days ago

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Symfony Clickjacking Prevention Guide

Clickjacking is a deceptive technique where attackers trick users into clicking on hidden elements, potentially leading to unauthorized actions. As a Symfony developer, it's crucial to implement measures to prevent such vulnerabilities.

🔍 Understanding Clickjacking

Clickjacking involves embedding a transparent iframe over a legitimate webpage, deceiving users into interacting with hidden content. This can lead to unauthorized actions, such as changing account settings or initiating transactions.

🛠️ Implementing X-Frame-Options in Symfony

The X-Frame-Options HTTP header is a primary defense against clickjacking. It controls whether a browser should be allowed to render a page in a <frame>, <iframe>, <embed>, or <object> tag.

Method 1: Using an Event Subscriber

Create an event subscriber to add the X-Frame-Options header to all responses:

// src/EventSubscriber/ClickjackingProtectionSubscriber.php namespace App\EventSubscriber; use Symfony\Component\EventDispatcher\EventSubscriberInterface; use Symfony\Component\HttpKernel\Event\ResponseEvent; use Symfony\Component\HttpKernel\KernelEvents; class ClickjackingProtectionSubscriber implements EventSubscriberInterface { public static function getSubscribedEvents() { return [ KernelEvents::RESPONSE => 'onKernelResponse', ]; } public function onKernelResponse(ResponseEvent $event) { $response = $event->getResponse(); $response->headers->set('X-Frame-Options', 'DENY'); } }

This approach ensures that all responses include the X-Frame-Options header, preventing the page from being embedded in frames or iframes.

Method 2: Using NelmioSecurityBundle

The NelmioSecurityBundle provides additional security features for Symfony applications, including clickjacking protection.

Install the bundle:

composer require nelmio/security-bundle

Configure the bundle in config/packages/nelmio_security.yaml:

nelmio_security: clickjacking: paths: '^/.*': DENY

This configuration adds the X-Frame-Options: DENY header to all responses, preventing the site from being embedded in frames or iframes.

🧪 Testing Your Application

To ensure your application is protected against clickjacking, use our Website Vulnerability Scanner. This tool scans your website for common vulnerabilities, including missing or misconfigured X-Frame-Options headers.

Screenshot of the free tools webpage where you can access security assessment tools.

After scanning for a Website Security check, you'll receive a detailed report highlighting any security issues:

An Example of a vulnerability assessment report generated with our free tool, providing insights into possible vulnerabilities.

🔒 Enhancing Security with Content Security Policy (CSP)

While X-Frame-Options is effective, modern browsers support the more flexible Content-Security-Policy (CSP) header, which provides granular control over framing.

Add the following header to your responses:

$response->headers->set('Content-Security-Policy', "frame-ancestors 'none';");

This directive prevents any domain from embedding your content, offering robust protection against clickjacking.

🧰 Additional Security Measures

CSRF Protection: Ensure that all forms include CSRF tokens to prevent cross-site request forgery attacks.

Regular Updates: Keep Symfony and all dependencies up to date to patch known vulnerabilities.

Security Audits: Conduct regular security audits to identify and address potential vulnerabilities.

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lunashare · 2 months ago

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blacklocksecuritynz · 7 months ago

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APPLICATION.

❄️ ( elizabeth debicki. cis woman. she/her ) in krovograd , survival is a test of both skill and morality — will KATERINA “KATYA” NOVOGRADA withstand the horrors , or will the city break them ? over the comms , their voice cuts through the static : “YOU ETCH YOUR OWN FACE UPON YOUR WICKED FLESH. / YOU ARE YOUR OWN DEVASTATING GOD.” our records confirm they are a THIRTY SIX year old CHIEF SCIENTIST , assigned to BLACK VEIL for 11 YEARS. field reports describe them as INTELLIGENT AND ANALYTICAL , though firsthand accounts suggest they are equally APATHETIC and DERANGED under pressure. there’s something about them — something in the way they move , speak , or fight — that brings to mind CONTROL ( HALSEY ). maybe it's just a coincidence. or maybe , it says everything. ( written by: alyx. 26. she/her. est )

FILE.

full name: katerina "katya" novograda

age: thirty-six

gender / pronouns: cis woman

orientation: bisexual

occupation: black veil's chief scientist

family: daniil novograd (father, alive), alena novograda (mother, alive)

faceclaim: elizabeth debicki

inspiration: levana blackburn (cinder), victor frankenstein (frankenstein), yzma (emperor's new groove)

BIOGRAPHY.

You were raised in a house built on silence. Your parents were brilliant surgeons, pioneers in their respective fields, but the love in their eyes was only ever directed towards their research. You were nothing but a shadow that lingered behind them--- forever reaching towards their embrace, but always out of reach of any affections they may have offered. You spent your childhood years hungering for any acknowledgment from them, claws scratching at the mere concept of love, but your efforts were in vain.

The loneliness of childhood led you to discover a passion for reading and research. You tucked yourself into the corner of your isolated mansion and devoured your parents' medical research papers, mind striving to understand the obsession that drove your parents forward. You never experienced affection, so you sought to make yourself valuable to finally catch curious eyes. You vowed to become greater than they were, to earn their respect through the only love language they know, and reviewing your parents' legacy was only the first step.

By the time you finished university, you were already working in high-level medical research--- clinical trials, vaccine development, cutting-edge pharmaceuticals. None of your accomplishments were ever enough to earn the respect of your parents. In their eyes, you were still Katerina, a child overshadowed by her parents' legacy.

You were disillusioned by your work and frustrated by the limits placed on you by corporations and government entities overseeing your research, but Black Veil changed that for you. Nikola Karsov offered you something no one else had: freedom and the chance to earn your long-awaited respect. There was no red tape, no oversight--- just you, your mind, and the promise of a changed world formed by your actions.

Now, you're the lead researcher on Project Sable. The research is your pride and joy--- a calculated masterpiece designed to weaponize the mind itself. You oversee the experiments on unwilling test subjects, determined to create the perfect soldier for Black Veil. It doesn't matter that the subject didn't choose this life, or that you've watched them go through unbearable pain in the name of science. If your parents taught you one thing, it's that greatness demands sacrifice.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

Katya's "monster" aka an experiment that she's grown a bit obsessed with. She sees them as one of the more promising test subjects, and truly believes they'll be the one to lead her to success. Very much resembles the "you sliced me loose and said it was creation. I could still feel the knife" dynamic.

A BSAA agent who is suspicious of Katya and is trying to find evidence that she's involved with the Black Veils

A mentee who either wants to usurp Katya and take over her role as chief scientist or is lowkey terrified of Katya and wants to quit the work but is scared of retaliation

A former Black Veils operative who has a grudge against Katya

Any ex hookup/relationship dynamic. Katya very much does Not understand human emotions because she wasn't raised on love, so she's fairly awful in any relationship and often doesn't cater to the individual's feelings.

A local who has Katya intrigued --- either because she thinks they'd be fun to experiment on, or because their personality/way of thinking is so different from hers.

A father/mother figure who Katya craves attention from. Bonus points if they ignore her like her actual parents did.

Anyone from her past--- fellow researchers, college rivals, etc.

Anything and everything!

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nividawebsolutions · 4 months ago

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The Importance of Code Quality in Software Development

In the fast-paced world of software development, the quality of code plays a pivotal role in determining the success of a project. Whether you’re working on a small application or a large-scale enterprise system, the significance of clean, efficient, and well-structured code cannot be overstated. Code quality directly influences a project’s performance, maintainability, and scalability. For businesses seeking long-term success, ensuring high-quality code is a crucial factor in delivering reliable and effective software solutions.

In this blog, we’ll explore the importance of code quality in software development and how it impacts the overall development process. We’ll also highlight how the Best Software Development Company in Vadodara, Gujarat and India ensure high-quality code to deliver exceptional software solutions.

What is Code Quality?

Code quality refers to the characteristics that make the code efficient, maintainable, and easy to understand. It involves various practices, including:

Readability: Code should be easy to read and understand, even by developers who weren’t involved in its initial creation. Clear naming conventions, well-organized structures, and appropriate comments all contribute to readability.

Efficiency: Efficient code runs faster and consumes fewer resources, improving the overall performance of the application.

Maintainability: High-quality code is easy to modify and extend. It reduces the risk of introducing bugs during future updates or enhancements.

Scalability: Well-written code allows the software to scale efficiently as the number of users or features grows.

Testability: Quality code is easier to test, ensuring that bugs are caught early in the development process.

Ensuring code quality requires a combination of best practices, tools, and strategies that help developers write clean, efficient, and maintainable code.

Why is Code Quality Important?

1. Improved Performance:

The performance of an application is often determined by the quality of its code. Poorly written code can lead to inefficient resource usage, slow processing speeds, and long load times. In contrast, high-quality code ensures that the application performs optimally, providing users with a seamless experience.

For example, a software application that is optimized for speed and efficiency can handle more traffic without crashing, resulting in higher user satisfaction and retention. The best software development companies in Vadodara and Gujarat understand the importance of performance and prioritize writing efficient code to meet the specific needs of their clients.

2. Easier Maintenance:

Software is rarely static. It evolves over time with updates, bug fixes, and new features. High-quality code makes it easier to maintain and update the software without introducing new bugs or errors. Well-structured code allows developers to quickly identify and resolve issues, reducing the time spent on maintenance.

When businesses rely on software solutions for their operations, any downtime or malfunction can lead to significant losses. Therefore, ensuring that the code is of high quality from the start is essential for minimizing future maintenance efforts. The Best Software Development Company in Gujarat prioritize maintainability to ensure their solutions are long-lasting and cost-effective.

3. Faster Development Time:

Although writing high-quality code may take more time initially, it ultimately leads to faster development in the long run. Code that is clean, well-organized, and modular is easier to work with, enabling developers to quickly implement new features or fix bugs.

In contrast, poorly written code can lead to confusion, errors, and delays. Developers may need to spend more time figuring out how the code works, leading to slower progress and higher costs. By investing in code quality from the beginning, software development companies can reduce the time it takes to deliver software products to their clients.

4. Reduced Costs:

While it may seem like focusing on code quality increases the upfront cost of development, it actually saves money in the long term. High-quality code reduces the number of bugs and errors, which in turn reduces the cost of fixing them. It also minimizes the need for extensive testing, as clean code is easier to test and debug.

Furthermore, quality code reduces the likelihood of major system failures, which can be costly for businesses. By investing in code quality, businesses can avoid expensive rework, system downtime, and loss of reputation.

5. Enhanced Security:

Security is a critical aspect of software development. Poorly written code is more susceptible to vulnerabilities and exploits, which can lead to data breaches and other security issues. High-quality code follows best practices for security, ensuring that the application is protected against common threats such as SQL injection, cross-site scripting (XSS), and buffer overflows.

A security breach can have devastating consequences for a business, including legal liabilities, financial losses, and damage to its reputation. The best software development companies in Gujarat and India understand the importance of security and prioritize writing secure, high-quality code to protect their clients' data and systems.

6. Scalability and Future-Proofing:

As businesses grow, their software needs evolve. High-quality code is scalable, meaning it can handle increased traffic, data, and functionality without compromising performance. Scalable code is designed with flexibility in mind, allowing developers to easily add new features or expand the system as the business grows.

By ensuring that the code is scalable, software development companies can future-proof their clients' software, enabling them to adapt to changing business needs and market conditions. The best software development companies in India are known for their ability to deliver scalable software solutions that can grow with their clients' businesses.

How the Best Software Development Companies Ensure Code Quality:

The best software development companies in Vadodara, Gujarat, and India adopt several strategies to ensure that their code meets the highest quality standards:

1. Adopting Best Practices and Coding Standards:

Top software development companies establish coding standards and best practices that all developers follow. These standards ensure consistency in the code, making it easier to read, maintain, and update. Common best practices include proper naming conventions, code commenting, and adhering to design patterns.

2. Code Reviews:

Code reviews are an essential part of maintaining code quality. Developers review each other's code to identify potential issues, suggest improvements, and ensure that the code meets the required standards. Code reviews help catch errors early in the development process, reducing the likelihood of bugs and improving the overall quality of the code.

3. Automated Testing:

Automated testing tools are used to ensure that the code works as expected and that new changes don’t break existing functionality. These tests can be run frequently throughout the development process, allowing developers to catch bugs early and maintain high-quality code.

4. Continuous Integration and Deployment (CI/CD):

CI/CD pipelines are used to automate the process of integrating and deploying code. This ensures that new code changes are tested and deployed quickly, reducing the risk of errors and improving the overall efficiency of the development process.

5. Refactoring:

Refactoring involves restructuring existing code to improve its quality without changing its functionality. This practice helps developers maintain clean, efficient, and scalable code over time, ensuring that the software remains easy to maintain and update.

Conclusion:

Code quality is a critical factor in the success of any software development project. High-quality code improves performance, reduces maintenance costs, enhances security, and ensures that the software is scalable and future-proof. By prioritizing code quality, the best software development companies in Vadodara, Gujarat, and India can deliver reliable, efficient, and secure software solutions that meet the needs of their clients.

If you’re looking for a software development company that focuses on delivering high-quality code and exceptional results, consider partnering with the best software development company in India, Gujarat, or Vadodara. With their expertise in writing clean, efficient, and scalable code, they can help you achieve your business goals and drive long-term success.

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Violence Risk Forensic Evaluation: Understanding the Process and Its Role

Violence Risk Forensic Evaluation is a specialized assessment conducted by forensic psychologists or psychiatrists to evaluate an individual’s likelihood of engaging in violent behavior. These evaluations are used in legal, clinical, and correctional settings to inform decision-making about sentencing, treatment, or management of individuals within the justice system.

This article explains the purpose, methods, and significance of violence risk forensic evaluations and highlights how they contribute to public safety and justice.

What is a Violence Risk Forensic Evaluation?

A Violence Risk Forensic Evaluation involves assessing the risk factors and protective factors associated with violent behavior. This assessment helps determine:

The likelihood of future violence.

The circumstances under which violent behavior might occur.

Strategies to mitigate the risk of violence.

Key Applications

Legal Proceedings: Sentencing, parole decisions, or competency hearings.

Correctional Settings: Classification of inmates and treatment planning.

Clinical Contexts: Risk management for individuals with mental health conditions.

Workplace Assessments: Evaluating threats in occupational settings.

Purpose of Violence Risk Evaluations

Violence risk evaluations provide valuable insights into:

1. Risk Assessment

Identifying individuals at high risk of violent behavior and the specific circumstances or triggers for such actions.

2. Public Safety

Protecting communities by ensuring appropriate management or containment of individuals who pose a threat.

3. Tailored Interventions

Developing targeted treatment plans to address the underlying causes of violent tendencies.

4. Legal Decisions

Assisting courts and legal professionals in making informed decisions about sentencing, parole, or release.

Components of a Violence Risk Evaluation

1. Comprehensive Interview

Gathering personal, social, and criminal history.

Exploring past incidents of violence or aggression.

2. Risk Factor Analysis

Evaluators consider dynamic and static risk factors:

Static Factors: Fixed characteristics like criminal history or past violent behavior.

Dynamic Factors: Changeable elements such as substance use, mental health status, or stress levels.

3. Use of Structured Tools

Forensic evaluators often use validated risk assessment instruments, such as:

HCR-20: Examines historical, clinical, and risk management factors.

PCL-R (Psychopathy Checklist-Revised): Measures traits associated with psychopathy.

LS/CMI (Level of Service/Case Management Inventory): Assesses criminogenic needs and risk levels.

4. Collateral Information Review

Reviewing records such as medical histories, police reports, and witness statements.

Speaking with family members, colleagues, or others who can provide relevant insights.

5. Clinical and Psychological Testing

Evaluating mental health conditions, cognitive abilities, or personality traits.

Identifying co-occurring disorders like substance abuse or depression.

Common Risk Factors for Violence

Evaluators look for specific indicators linked to violent behavior, including:

History of Violence: Prior incidents of aggression or criminal acts.

Substance Abuse: Drug or alcohol dependency often exacerbates violent tendencies.

Mental Health Issues: Conditions such as schizophrenia, bipolar disorder, or PTSD.

Impulsivity: Difficulty regulating emotions or behavior.

Environmental Factors: Stressful living conditions, unemployment, or unstable relationships.

Protective Factors Considered

Protective factors mitigate the risk of violence and include:

Supportive Relationships: Strong family or social connections.

Employment Stability: Having steady income or meaningful work.

Engagement in Treatment: Participation in therapy or rehabilitation programs.

Coping Skills: Ability to manage stress and resolve conflicts constructively.

How Violence Risk Evaluations Inform Decision-Making

1. Sentencing and Parole Decisions

Courts rely on evaluations to decide whether an individual can safely reenter society or requires incarceration.

2. Risk Management Plans

Corrections facilities and mental health providers use assessments to design strategies for preventing violent incidents.

3. Treatment Recommendations

Identifying psychological or behavioral interventions to reduce the likelihood of violence.

4. Workplace Safety Measures

Employers use evaluations to address threats and implement policies for conflict resolution.

Challenges in Violence Risk Evaluation

Subjectivity in Self-Reporting Individuals may withhold information or provide inaccurate accounts during interviews.

Complexity of Risk Factors Interacting variables like mental health, environment, and personality traits can complicate assessments.

Potential for Bias Cultural, racial, or gender biases can inadvertently influence evaluations.

Unpredictable Behavior Human behavior is inherently unpredictable, making absolute risk predictions challenging.

Ethical Considerations

Evaluators must adhere to strict ethical guidelines, ensuring that:

Assessments are based on evidence and validated tools.

Findings are communicated objectively and without prejudice.

Confidentiality is maintained, except when disclosure is legally required.

Conclusion

Violence Risk Forensic Evaluations are critical for balancing individual rights with public safety. By systematically assessing the factors contributing to violent behavior, forensic professionals provide the insights needed for informed legal and clinical decision-making. These evaluations not only help mitigate risks but also pave the way for tailored interventions that promote rehabilitation and reduce recidivism.

If you or someone you know may require a violence risk evaluation, consult a licensed forensic psychologist or psychiatrist for professional guidance.

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