Today I was working on my concept drawings in class and mg friend asked me why was i drawing it for, I told her about the upcoming fan fic and showed her some of the illustrations of Chap one, she liked the main and told me she should have a cute little sidekick like disney princesses do, I told her omega was the βsidekickβ but she gave me a whole new idea. Sorry omega! π
So on St. Patrickβs day, (my birthday!) Iβll reveal the little sidekick Robin will have with her wherever she goes! π©΅π
Eh all programming languages are good for certain use cases (aside from Java - Kotlin is better for android and Go is better for anything else).
Python is good at quick and dirty automation that just needs to get done. Itβs very friendly to use and wonβt pout at you when you ask it do something. Also once you learn to navigate pandas+numpy combined with Jupyter Notebooks it gets wayyyy faster and easier to use for data wrangling.
For example, I recently used Python to scrape hundreds of thousands of tweets via snscrape without having to use twitterβs API. Once I downloaded all the tweets it took me about 30 minutes to then do some basic analysis/labeling/sorting on said tweets.
Yes pip is terrible. Yes Python has only a hint of types (typescript style type hinting arrived in 3.something). Yes pickle creates so many vulnerabilities. Yes performant Python is basically C in a trench coat.
All that said, thereβs a reason Python is many peopleβs first typed programming language and why I continue to use it whenever I have some data I have to fetch, transform, and analyze or whenever Iβm just starting to explore a new field of computer science.
Writing Python is basically like writing pseudo code so I love it for anything that I just need to code up and run once or twice for either a proof of concept before moving to a more βseriousβ language or just discard the program is for my one-time personal use only.
No one should ever have to maintain more than 1k lines of Python but I will still occasionally write that much Python simply because it lets me explore high level techniques without worrying about being perfectly precise.
Python is not for production but instead for messing around. Python is that goofy ahh language that everyone likes because it doesnβt mind when you affectionately mess with it. Python is the adorable sidekick that makes programming fun again and for that I adore it
Java is a trash language that should burn in the parts of hell where hitler is
Rust on the other hand is a bratty lil language that should burn in the parts of hell where queers party
Nephew walks into villain's lair with his sidekick Pikachu.
Villain (sis): "We'll ,well, well, I've been expecting you, nephew and your side chick, Pikachu."
Villain (sis): " . . . "
Villain (sis): "wait"
My older sis is struggling to hold in their tea
I'm falling on the ground laughing
Villain (sis): "I MENT SIDEKICK!"
Trauma.
Sidekick
Stun Gun Hero: Chargebolt
π: Mentions criminal activity and violent behavior. π²π ππππ πΊππππ.
Source
β‘οΈπ’ππΊπππΎπ»ππ π ππ πΊ ππΎππ πΌππΎπΎππ ππΎππ so it only makes sense for him to show off.
β‘οΈ"π£ππ½ ππΊ ππΎπΎ πππΊπ?! π¨ ππππΊπ π π π½πΎπππ ππππΎπ½ πππΊπ πππ π ππΊπ! πΈππ'ππΎ πππππ½ ππΏ ππΎ, πΊππΎπ'π ππΊ?"
β‘οΈπ‘ππ ππΊπΏπΎππ πΌπππΎπ πΏππππ, π£πΎπππ πΌπππ π½π'π π πππΎ ππππ πππππΎπ πΏ ππΏ ππΎ πππ πππ ππ π½πΊπππΎπ.
β‘οΈπ ππΊππ ππΏ π»πΎπππ π’ππΊπππΎπ»ππ π'π πππ½πΎπππΌπ ππ ππΎπ ππππ πΊπΏππΎπ he fries his brain.
β‘οΈπ¬πππ ππΏ πππ ππππππππ ππΎπΎπ½ πππ ππ π½π ππππ πππΊπ.
β‘οΈπ²π ππ πππ'π πππΌπππππ πΏππ ππππ πππ π πππ» πππΊπ π½πΊπ ππ π»πΎ π»πΊπ»ππππππππ πͺπΊππππΊππ.
β‘οΈπΆππππππ πππ, π£πΎπππ ππππ π½ ππΊππΎ πππππΎπ πππ π»π πΊ πΌπΊπ πΊ π πππ ππππΎ πΊππ.
β‘οΈπ¨π πππ'π πππΊπ π»ππ ππΏ πΊ π½πΎπΊπ ππΏ ππΎπππΎπ π½πΊππΎ πΎππππΎπ. Since it happens all the time.
β‘οΈπ¨πΏ πππ π»πππ π πππΎ πΎπΊπΌπ ππππΎπ, ππ πΏππ ππ!
β‘οΈβ‘οΈβ‘οΈβ‘οΈβ‘οΈπ³πππππβ‘οΈβ‘οΈβ‘οΈβ‘οΈβ‘οΈ
β‘οΈπ¨ πΌπΊπ'π π»πΎπ ππΎππΎ π¨ π½ππ½ ππππ!
β‘οΈπ¨ π πΎπ½ ππ πππ½πΎπππΌπ πππππ ππππ πΊ πππΊπ.
β‘οΈπ¨πΏ ππ ππΊππ'π πΏππ ππ ππππππ½ πππππ πππΎπ'π½ π»πΎ ππΊπΏπΎ.
β‘οΈ"π§πΎπ- π¨ ππΎπΎπ½ πππ ππππ. π¨π'π ππππΎππ."
β‘οΈβ‘οΈππππ ππππβ‘οΈβ‘οΈ
β‘οΈπ¬πΎ πΊππ½ π£πππΊπππππ πΊππΎ πππΏππ πππΊπππποΏΌ πππΎ πππ π ππΊππ π»πΊππΎ.
β‘οΈπ³ππΊπ'π πππΎπ π¨ ππΎπΎ ππ.
β‘οΈπ³ππΊπ'π πππΎπ π¨ ππΎπΎ πππ; πππΎπ½ ππ.
β‘οΈπ³ππΎ πππππ πΎ ππΌπΊπππΎππ πππππ ππ ππ πΎπππππΎ π ππΏπΎ ππΊπ πππΎ π πππ ππ ππππ πΏπΊπΌπΎ.
β‘οΈπ³ππΎ πΏπΎπΎπ πππ ππΏ ππππΎ ππΎπ ππ πΎππππΎππ πππΊπ π¨ ππππ πππ ππππ ππΊππΎ πΏπΎπ π.
β‘οΈπ ππ½ ππ'π πΊπ π ππ πΏπΊππ π.
β‘οΈπ‘ππππβ‘οΈ
π£πΎπππ π πππΎπ ππ πΌππΊπππΎ ππππ πππππΎ πΏππ πππ. π¨π πΏπΎπΎπ π ππππ½ ππ π»πΎ πππππππ.
OPEN
Here is a odd little guy! I figured I would try my hand at some companion/creature designs, This dear would make for a great sidekick, or a quirky Oc ^^
40$ Via Paypal, 10% sales Tax applies ( 4$ ) Please Comment or Message To claim! personal Use Only
CW: implied abuse, wrongful imprisonment
It had been five years.
Five years since Villain heard that laugh.
Their blood ran cold. Their heart pounded in their chest. Too afraid to turn their head. With shaking hands, they pulled out their phone and angled the camera to view behind them.
It was them. Oh God, it was them. Sitting with their friends at a table, like everything was normal. Like they were normal.
Every nerve was in high alert. Throat constricted. Villain left cash on the table and rushed to leave--
THUD.
Villain fell back. Phone slid across the floor.
"Oh my god, I am so so so sorry," the person who ran into them babbled. They held out a hand to help them up. "I didn't even see you-- Are you okay, are you hurt? Let me help you up."
Villain glanced up at the friendly voice. Hero's Sidekick.
Villain quickly ducked away and ignored the hand, instead opting to crawl towards their phone and grab it before--
"Oh, is this yours? Here."
Those boots. That voice.
Villain couldn't move. Couldn't breathe.
Hero crouched face-to-face with them. Holding their phone. Rooted on the spot.
"... Villain?!" A flurry of emotions crossed Hero's face. "You're-- you're alive?!"
Villain bolted. Hero screamed for them to come back. Past the parking lot, past the tree line, into the thick of the forest. Not the best place to cut through to get home, nor the fastest, but an easy way to shake someone off.
They didn't stop running until their legs gave out. Lungs stung with the exertion. They upchucked everything from the bar.
Villain had escaped them. They had faked their death so perfectly. Vanished without a trace, all away across the continent. Hero wasn't supposed to ever find them. Yet here they were.
Villain leaned against a tree to stand up shakily. They needed to get home, grab their cash and whatever they could carry, and leave.
They arrived at their door covered with leaves and dirt. No time to shower.
First thing to do was to grab the money. They crossed the room halfway before they stopped. Something was off. Something was wrong, but they couldn't place what.
Peppermint. They never had peppermint in their house. Hero ruined it for them. Yet they smelled it now.
They turned to leave too late.
Hero was there, blocking the front door.
"You left your phone," Hero said, holding it up.
Villain backed away. "Let me go," they pleaded. "Let me go, please."
The back of their legs hit a coffee table, and they fell backward. The table cracked and collapsed. Hero stood over them.
"Why would I do that?" Hero said. They pressed onto the villain's chest with their boot. "You had me fooled, I'll give you that. Look at the life you've made for yourself here. Nice little apartment. Friends."
They clicked cuffs over Villain's wrists.
"You and I both know your only home is behind bars," Hero whispered in their ear.
"Please..." Villain withered. "Please take me to the proper channels. Please take me to prison."
Hero patted their cheek. "You wouldn't last five minutes in prison, my pet. I built the basement solely to keep you safe and out of trouble."
Villain shook. They tried to keep down the building panic attack and couldn't. They were sobbing, gasping for breath.
"I missed you, " Hero said, caressing the side of their cheek. "You're as perfect as I remember."
They carried Villain into the back of the car.
"Wow. You caught a bad guy on vacation?" Sidekick said.
Villain hung their head.
Hero startled. "Sidekick? When did you get here?"
"I followed you in case you needed backup. You left in such a hurry."
"I don't need your help," Hero said hurriedly. "This is a... Special case."
"It's not trouble," Sidekick said with a smile. "What'd they do, anyway?"
Hero's eyes darkened. "I'm sorry, Sidekick, but that information's classified. Please forget you saw this."
Villain peeked at Sidekick from the corner of their eye.
Sidekick glanced back. If Villain didn't know any better, they would say they looked worried.
"Okay," Sidekick said. "We're still driving back together, though, aren't we?"
Hero groaned. "I thought you were driving back with the others."
"No, they're taking a detour and we need to get back."
Hero relented, and for a while they drove in silence. Sidekick kept checking the back seat.
They reached a rest stop. While Hero was in the restroom, Sidekick ran to the back door.
"Quick. Here's some cash," Sidekick said. "Get out of here before Hero comes back."
"Why--" Villain tried to say.
"I recognize you. You were Hero's first sidekick." Sidekick looked away, expression pained. "I... I know your story. And I believe you. I know why you did it."
"...Thank you," Villain whispered.
"Get out. Now. That truck's leaving."
Villain nodded, then ran for the truck that was pulling away.
Hero screamed. "No, no, they're GETTING AWAY! STOP!!!"
Sidekick smiled and waved sadly as Villain watched them fade into the distance.
You, the villain, faked your death and started over years ago. But you never expected the hero to stumble into your new favorite bar, laughing with their friends.