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Lost and Found (ao3):

Grandpa’s story of the goblin caves started out familiarly enough, but as he spoke, the story started to twist and change. New friends, new conversations, and new ways to use old items transformed the tale, and the young king discovered new ways to be brave in the dark tunnels beneath Daventry.

(9/?)

The alarms hadn’t gone off. Graham’s tampering with the mushroom alarm system had made sure of that. But the tattered villagers and battered knights and rumpled king were not in the clear, not yet. No one had noticed their escape, but with eight prisoners clustered nervously together, the chances of getting out without being spotted at all were maybe a bit too slim.

“Wait,” he said, gesturing for the group to pause. “I’ll go ahead.” At the very least, he was permitted to be out, sort of. If he wasn’t doing anything too obvious. He’d double check their route.

They were not going to be recaptured and put into much worse danger because of his actions here. He couldn’t let that happen.

But. But there were so many goblins in the hall. Aside from the one at the top of the staircase glued to the lever, there were a bunch of others. Just hanging out, talking in their gravelly tones.

Graham leaned back against the corridor wall, studying the meandering goblins. This wasn’t going to be easy, not with all of his friends at his heels. He wondered vaguely if he could get the Daventrians down into the tunnels he’d found earlier, with the marionette horrors and the frogs…but it was such a tight squeeze in so many places down there, and so dark, even with Newton and the mushrooms...

“Whisper doesn’t do scary,” Whisper said, lambasting that idea soundly.

Graham looked through his pockets. He looked forlornly at his bow with its lone arrow, and he muttered to himself, “This weapon isn’t sufficient enough to take on the whole horde. There are just too many of them.”

The rest of his pockets was just more junk, though. He still had the shovel (hit someone?), the harp (distract someone?), Whisper’s portraits (flirt with someone?). Well. Hmm.

“So,” Acorn said. “What’s the plan?”

“Um. Something kinda dumb.”

They glanced uncomfortably at each other, not liking how this was starting out. “Well, it’s your call, string bean. Tell us.”

Graham took the portraits of Whisper he’d been carrying around for days, and then he jammed them onto the end of the little broom he’d also been carrying around for days (“Pfft, when’s the last time you did any of your chores,” Gwendolyn snorted. “I can’t believe you still have that”). In the dark, if you looked at it right, with the inkwork and gentle salamander light bouncing off it, from a distance, maybe it would look like the real deal. Maybe.

“Oooh, Whisper forgot to sign that one. Does anyone have a pen?”

“I need this posted up at the bottom of the staircase, and then I’m gonna yell for the goblins to go see what that is, and it should get them going down to look. And then I think I can get you guys to move up, quietly, while they’re distracted. I mean, it might be kinda quickly timed, as far as events go. Do you think we can do that?”

The group contemplated this. It looked like no one was particularly happy about the idea. And then it got a little worse.

“Ooooh, Acorn?” Chester leaned forward.

“Yes?”

“Can I have a piggyback ride for this?”

“Absolutely not! Do I look like a Kyle to you?”

“But I might not be fast enough otherwise,” he wheedled and whined.

“Oh, yes you will, if you wanna see that shop of yours again.”

“Is that a threat?”

“All I’m sayin’ is, if the current owner doesn’t pay the rent…”

“Ohhh, I think I see what’s going on here. This is a scheme of the lowest, most devious nature!” Chester squared up to the knight, which was fairly pointless as he couldn’t see over Acorn’s belly when standing that close. He jabbed a finger sharply in Acorn’s gut. It bounced off his armor. “You…schemer!”

“Acorn, be nice,” Graham said wearily, adjusting his Whisper decoy.

“It doesn’t have to be goblins that do it,” Acorn said breezily. “I hear there are fantastic retirement communities in Tanalore. I have a brochure at home.”

“Retirement? Oh-hoh, you seem very keen on me leaving my shop. Between the goblins and this retirement thing, I think you want my shop deed, don’t you!”

“I just wanna be crafty. Like you,” Acorn admitted, and for just a split second, Graham could hear the honesty in his voice. For a split second. And then Chester had to ruin it.  

“I’ve seen your crafts, and there’s no witch or wizard in them!” Chester said heatedly. “The lowest tier of crafting…folk!”

“Oh, you take that back! I’m an artist!”

“You, sir, are a hobbyist! You don’t even have a store.”

“Well, I would if you’d just retire already.”

“It comes back to that!” Chester hissed. He was reaching into a pocket, possibly to pull out some forgotten bird bomb or other trick in his sleeve.

“Stop!” Graham said, shoving the two of them apart—shoving Chester back, anyway. Acorn moved not an inch. “We can deal with this later, okay? Please!” The two stood glaring at each other, arms crossed, and Graham just knew the argument was going to flare up again shortly.

(“I see what you meant earlier about people not listening to you much even as a king,” Gwendolyn said, watching the mirror.

“Alas, tempers were a little too high, even as far underground as we all were,” Grandpa agreed. “Maybe some good clean escapades would help soothe the stress.”)

“Bramble Fey, reporting for duty,” Bramble said, stepping up to Graham with a little salute, knocking the tension out of the air as firmly as kneading dough. She glanced at Acorn with a soft smile, then: “Wente and I talked, and I think we can do it. Even with our little bun in the oven. We can do it. Whatever you think is right.”

Amaya shook her head, still looking reluctant, but with the Feys making the first step forward... “Well. My gut is still empty, so we’ll go with yours. If this is the best way to get going, then we’ll do it.”

“Fine. Chester can do it, too,” Chester agreed, but he was still grumbling a bit.

“No, you have to say it dramatically!” Whisper said, clapping Chester on the back. “Like this!” He flung his hand in the air and posed, with a loud, “Whisper can do it!”

“Whisper! Whispering voice!” Graham said desperately. No goblins came to check on them, at least. Lucky break. But then, everything he was doing seemed to be relying on luck today. “Don’t be careless, Whisper.”

“Whisper is…whispering.”

“Can you just help me set this up?” Graham asked. “We’ll have to be quick.”

“Oooh! Congrats on finally joining the sacred practice of leg day!” Whisper said. “Let’s go! Speed is the name of our game!”

(“Actually, we should name our game after some sort of quest, instead,” Gwendolyn said. “Sounds more epic that way.”

“Agreed.”)

With the two of them checking and testing angles, it took hardly a minute to get the decoy set up. It worked okay, in the dim light, though it wouldn’t hold up to scrutiny. He balanced it delicately beside the crack that led into the wall, and Whisper helped him make a bunch of different steps in the dirt he’d disturbed with his shovel earlier, making it look like lots of people had gone into the crack instead of just Graham earlier. Maybe it would get the goblins to go in there, giving him a little more time.

“Well. That’s as good as we can do it,” Graham said. “I think. Stars, I hope.”

“Whisper has nothing to add to the conversation.”

“…right, thanks. Come on, then.”

The group huddled together. Graham surveyed his team of friends. This was going to work. It had to. He just had to get them to the door. He felt the outline of the key in his pocket, one last time, just to be sure. Okay. Okay. Okay. Ohhhkaaaaayyyy.

(Gwendolyn and Grandpa watched the mirror king. The little reflection was frozen with uncertainty. Still standing there. Doing nothing. Not at all sure if this idea was actually a good one. Finally, Grandpa said, with a pushing motion as though to get his younger self moving: “I had stalled long enough. I had an idea, and I went and did it.” That got the little mirror king to act.)

“One…two…three!” Graham whirled, hands cupped around his mouth to yell, “Goblins! Goblins, look! Look down there! I think there’s someone down there! Hey! Is that the escaped knight? Hey!”

This wasn’t supposed to work. It was such a dumb idea, so risky and ridiculous—and yet, it absolutely did work. Goblins raced past Graham and the villagers hidden in the shadows behind him, intent on the strange Whisper decoy and the space beyond, and Graham wasted no time. In a hoarse, frantic whisper, he waved them forward. “All right. Go!” He heard paper scrunching as a goblin pounced on the decoy. “Amaya, over here! Forward! Go, go, go! Whisper! You know what to do!”

“What should Whisper do? …it? Oh! It! Running! Whisper can do it!”

But as Graham moved, his pockets—his dear, strained pockets, that had been carrying people around for days—split, as he’d feared they’d might, after all the weight they’d been working under. The jostling of his running was just the last straw. Happily, he had little enough in the pocket that split and lost its contents. Unhappily, it was the one important item he’d moved to its own special spot so he could grab it quickly and easily.

The key to the prison dropped, clattering on the ground, bouncing, teetering over the edge of the spiral staircase, seconds away from falling and landing on a goblin’s head as the crowd below them inspected the Whisper decoy with curious little grunts of uncertainty.

“Grab that key!” Graham yelped, starting to spin back, to get it. But that one yelp was just a little too loud. It echoed. Goblins turned to look, to see, and while he wasn’t exactly eye to eye, it was definitely an eye to helmet sort of moment.

“Pirouette!” Whisper yelled, delighted that he didn’t have to try and be quiet anymore. He whirled back, grabbed the key with a triumphant, “Got it!” and kept charging up the staircase.

Everyone else had nearly gotten to the doors, but Bramble was lagging a bit. Acorn scooped her up and kept going.

Graham slid after his group, boots barely gripping the dusty floor as he went skidding around the corner, grabbing a stalactite to spin himself around faster as the goblins came racing up behind them (the one still glued to the lever was yelling excitedly and pointing out which direction the Daventrians had gone). “Whisper! Over here!” he cried, thumping hard against the door, and the knight threw the key to his king, and Graham slammed it home in the lock. “On the count of three, pull the switches!” he yelped. “Ready? OnetwothreeNOW!”

The prison doors yawned open with a groan. “Run for it!” Graham waved his arms desperately at his friends, shoving them, as the first goblin rounded the corner, spear raised. “Acorn!” It was basically a squeak, but the big knight understood.

“On it!” He grabbed the doors and started yanking them shut. Wood creaked as he fought the levers, splintering under his grip, but he kept pulling, yelling “Get out—!” as he did so. Graham snatched the key out of the lock, shoved it in a (functioning) pocket, and scampered beneath Acorn’s arms just as the doors slammed shut behind him.

Goblins hit the closed doors in a little cascading wave, and the doors shook on their hinges, but they did not open again. “Oooh! Whooo! The bull is back, baby!” Acorn crowed, pumping the air. “Boom! That was awesome! Ahahaha!” He clapped his hands together, wood chips dancing off his arms.

The villagers and king lay in a sprawled little heap beyond the doors, except for Bramble, who sat primly on top of her husband, where Acorn had gently put her down. Her ankles were delicately crossed and her hands rested in her lap. “Oooh, that was fun,” she said. “But let’s not do it again.”

“Agreed,” Graham groaned from somewhere under Muriel’s shawl.

The villagers extricated themselves, shook the dust off, looked at each other, looked at the cave walls still surrounding them. “Well,” Muriel said, straightening her necklaces. “It’s not the freedom I was hoping for exactly, but it’s a step in the right direction.”

Chester looked slyly up at Acorn, and pointed at his foot. "Oh my. It seems I've worn a hole in my sock with all that running. If only someone had carried me. But, you know who I'm not gonna take it to for repairs?"

Acorn turned slowly, the joy in his shoulders drooping. "Huh?"

"That big guy who doesn't have a shop!"

"Wait a minute!"

Chester mused, tapping his toe, "I guess I'll just have to devise a crafty potion to fix it myself. Like a proper wizard ought. Hopefully one with lizard tongue. Mmm...."

"I've had enough of you! A shop doesn't make the artist! The art makes the artist!" 

Graham checked the others. Wente was limping, but trying not to show it, and Amaya had caught her arm on a rock and was bleeding, a bit, but it looked like everyone else was okay. Rattled, definitely. But mostly in one piece. Graham exhaled. That had been…stupidly lucky. Stars. If there was a god keeping track of his luck on an abacus somewhere above them, Graham thought he could hear each bead clacking over into the spent luck category.

Or, rather, that was the sound of goblins.

The goblins behind the prison door were scrambling and clawing at the wood. It kept thumping, rocking on its hinges. Graham figured they probably had more than one key, and the Daventrians had a limited amount of time to get out of here before they got that door open. “We should probably go,” he said. That, at least, was a statement that didn’t require any choices on his part.

“Which way…?”

Graham heard the uncertainty, and the ugly little empty pit in his stomach started gnawing at him again, and he just knew he had to make another choice that would hopefully work, wouldn’t hurt…. He turned away from the trembling door, and he looked, and he saw…

(“Two roads split off from the path. They both looked the same, and I had no idea which to pick.”)

And here he’d been sort of hoping he wouldn’t have to make any more decisions today. This one shouldn’t be hard. Right? But. But it was. Too hard. He stared down each one, trying desperately to remember which one he’d been led down when he’d first come this way. But he’d been tied and tired and confused and upset and there had been so many goblins and it had been dark and…

Minutes were moving faster than they were, and there wasn’t time.

Amaya sidled up to him, her words accompanied by the percussive beat as the goblins charged at the door behind them. “Hey, let’s speed this up, shall we?” She spoke low and soft, but with great urgency, and the rest of the villagers stepped closer anyway so it wasn’t quite as secret as she’d meant it to be. “Last idea went. Uh. Fine. We’re all here, anyway. Go on.”

“Uh.”

“Come on. Make a choice.”

“Um.”

“Despair behind us and two solutions in front of us. Pick one.”

“I…”

“Remember how I said I’d make a great advisor? Like, right now, I advise you to pick one.”

“Ah.”

“I’m all for using your noggin, but indecision is worse than a dumb decision. Come on, Graham,” Acorn said, picking up his startled king and pushing him to the left. “This one’s fine.”

“Whisper agrees! Left is right and right is wrong.”

“That’s ridiculous. Shouldn’t right be right?”

“That’s what they want you to think!”

“But I…wait…no….” Graham tried to turn back—he was supposed to make this choice, he was the king—but Acorn had him in his grip, marching him hastily down the road. Graham’s metal tipped boots clattered against stones as he tried to get his feet back under himself. His arms were pinned to his sides as he was pushed along, and that didn’t feel right, that feeling made his stomach twist unpleasantly, but he couldn’t…

They hurried down the tunnel, too nervous and out of breath from the escape to talk much, but after a few minutes, another fork in the road. Another split.

“Oh, no, we’re not doing this again,” Amaya groaned, as everyone looked to Graham. “Someone else should—”

“No, no. I. Hang on a sec. Let me think this one over,” Graham said, stepping away from Acorn so he couldn’t be grabbed again. He pushed the heavy crown back on his head. If he chose wrong…and these tunnels looked identical too. Like some scribe had simply copied them twice, next to each other. He could have sworn they hadn’t come down such twisting paths the first time he’d been pushed this way.

“Whisper could have taken both paths by now!”

“You’re thinking too hard. Let love guide you,” Bramble said, squeezing Graham’s hand.

“Oh, sweetycakes, you’re just so right,” Wente said, nuzzling her shoulder. “That’s the way, of course.”

“Love isn’t a cardinal direction,” Amaya said flatly.

“It should be,” Wente said, almost offended.

“The scenic route looks nice,” Acorn said.

“They look identical.”

“They both look like they head away from the goblins. That’s the way to go, let me tell ya.”

“Go with your heart.”

“Hurry up, Graham. Patience is not a virtue that blessed Whisper.”

“The answer is right in front of you!”

“Think it through, but quickly, my boy, please! My knees sure will appreciate it!”

“Charge again!”

“Left or right? Right or left?”

“If you can’t think quickly, guess assuredly!”

“This ain’t art, just pick one!”

“Ah, zards!” Graham wailed.

The room stopped chattering. “That’s not very kingly language,” Muriel said.

“But I do like a king of the people,” Chester grinned.

He could feel his eyes growing prickly with frustration, and he bit down hard on the inside of his cheek, near enough to bleed. This was too much. This was like being back in his throne room, that stupid night of chaos, of accidental opposite day, of trumpets and acorns flying everywhere and his choices were mocked and he didn't have a minute to think, not a minute to breathe. And that horrible last idea with the decoy had barely worked--yeah, they were out, they had escaped, but that was by some grace of Daventrian gods, not because his plan had been any good, because stars, it had not been good, it had relied on luck, on slim chance, and even then it had barely worked. They'd nearly been captured again. He'd been captured after that throne room, the first time. The first nightmare. 

He had to make a choice here. Others were offering to make a choice for him, were forcing him into paths that he wasn't sure he wanted—and they meant well, stars hang it, they did, they did, but he couldn't let them. Couldn't accept their help. Because who would he be then? What kind of stupid, weak king? But what kind of stupid, weak king was he already? Anyway? He wasn't good at this. The last plan had been a mess. The throne room had been a mess. They were making choices without him, they didn't need him, shouldn't keep him around, this was dancing on an edge of a knife of his own making, his own fault, his own failures.

Not again, not again, not again. "I can't—I can't..." He stumbled backward, away, away, away. His hands were reaching for that crown. I need some air. I can't. I can't. He was going to drop it in the dirt. He was going to give up, give in, leave. Flee. Again, again. It would be best for everyone, really, surely. Acorn had picked the last one, he could pick this one, he could lead. Or Whisper could do it. But Graham. Graham was so tired. 

So tired.

And they were staring at him.

His split pocket kept splitting. There’d been more in there than just the key, after all. Two coins bounced out. The two he hadn’t spent at the merchant’s (whom he was now realizing he’d forgotten in the prison, oops). One coin with his face, that Wente had given him. One coin with the old queen’s, that he had found in the spider web, lost in the shadows of a forgotten underground maze.

In the stunned silence of the room, the clatter of gold on stone was too loud, and it snapped Graham out of his confusion. From his need to run. Muriel bent down and picked up the old coin. She rubbed it between her fingers. “Ohh,” she said, quietly. “Ohh, where did you find this old thing?”

“Somewhere,” Graham said, distantly, still taut with energy and drive and with nowhere to spend it.

“I haven’t seen her in an age. Edward’s grandmother. Oh, it’s been an age, an age. And there’s you, on this one.” She bent and picked up the new coin, too shiny with lack of use, too clean. Untested. “But the same crest on both, you know, see?”

There was a pause, as everyone stared at her now. Then, she continued: “King bo—Graham. Listen. Your ideas have worked so far, haven’t they? We’re out here now, aren’t we? All in one piece, too. And, more to that, right now, it doesn’t matter which road we take. They all go away from those cells. And that’s right and good. And we’ll talk about queens, and kings, when we’re off the path, away from this. There’s no wrong choice. Not now, and not later. Not for you. Not for her. Not for us. Choose a path, we’ll see it through, and we’ll make it work. All right?”

He nodded, wary and stiff, but…he nodded. The crown bobbled on his forehead.

“Then choose a road, sire.”

“Left is right, and right is wrong,” Graham said, after a deep breath. “We’ll go left.”

“But Whisper’s right, so, right?”

“Chester, I love you more than the sunset itself, but, shut up.”

“Sorry.”

[ashildrs]

having big big thoughts about the slow horses books. putting my heart and soul into believing the show writers know what they're doing

[geee-three]

also i still think kohanes oshi mark should be the camera not the hamster

[theglowsociety]

Hey, I bet you won’t even bother to take a moment and click the link to this workout.

Almost guarantee it. You’re probably still reading this, waiting for some grand, life-changing motivation to hit you. But let’s be real—you already know what you need to do.

You’re sitting here thinking, “Yeah, I should do that workout.” But not now, right? Maybe in 5 minutes. Maybe Monday. Maybe tomorrow morning—except, you really need to sleep in for your sanity.

It’s just 10-20 minutes of your day. That’s less time than you spend scrolling aimlessly or convincing yourself you’ll start later. It’s the difference between feeling sluggish and actually having the energy to do the things you say you want to do.

But who cares, right? You’re young, you’ll figure it out eventually. You have time.

Except—time isn’t waiting for you. Your body isn’t waiting for you.

So go ahead, prove me wrong. Click the damn link. Do the workout. See how much better you feel when you stop making excuses and start making moves.

[meowhariel]

i was going to go to sleep but then i stumbled upon assm*ngold dickriders going absolutely nuts in mark darrah's comment section and wow these people really are bonkers

[withered-rose-unbreakable-lotus]

Me after seeing some comments on Steam of people getting mad at the developer of Morimens and claiming he is sick:

Bro I've played for 10 hours and I've seen people being burnt into wax figures alive, child abduction and experimentation, a blond sadistic Chuckie that can mess with your mind, wax people descending from a ceiling to eat me, a candy Medea and my favorite character's coochie after sitting on the protag's face to sush him. *shrugs* I don't need to get on discord to know the dude is an evil genius.

However...I'm staying :D.

[icybreaths]

|| Bleach || Jewel Stone || Character Development ||

Notes about what guide Jewel's actions and the lens through which she perceives the world.

|| Desires ||

Freedom. Jewel wants to have total control over her life and full autonomy to do whatever she wants. She doesn't want to be tied down to anything.

To find an occupation she's happy with. Jewel isn't content with her path in life and seeks to change it, but feels stuck in her position as a lieutenant. She's too prideful to transfer divisions or quit, and flatly refuses the idea of parting with her zanpakuto should she leave the Gotei.

To have full control over her zanpakuto and to hone it to its full power. A running theme in Jewel's story is control, and she struggles to control her own weapon, Hyouhakyoku. It's locked in a permanent Shikai state due to her immense spiritual energy and inability to fully control it. Not only this, but her zanpakuto's spirit despises the fact that Jewel cannot control it and inflicts frostbite upon her body as punishment. The bite of her blade rules her body every waking moment. It aches, numbs her senses, and makes her look like a corpse under her uniform at its worst. It is the most distracting thing in her life.

Achieve all of her goals on her own. Personal satisfaction. It's a pride thing.

To be alone. Ideally, she wants to rely on only herself.

To survive.

To always have a challenge. Jewel would never want to be the strongest shinigami or the strongest being. She's always looking for opponents stronger than herself to face. She wants to find her own limits and surpass them, and never stop that cycle.

|| Fears ||

To feel caged in any way. Being stuck with her current job forever. Imprisonment. The inverse of the freedom she desires. Jewel fears having her autonomy robbed from her and being forced to look at herself without a sense of control. Feeling like a cornered animal with no options would bring out the worst in her, and engaging with that side of her without her consent is a state of being she would want to avoid at all costs.

Losing control over her zanpakuto and being devoured by it. Hyouhakyoku is among the most powerful ice zanpakuto in Soul Society, being capable of creating a large scale ice age at its full power. It's a difficult responsibility and power to handle, and Jewel struggles to hone it, as much she hates to admit it. There are already considerable cracks in the surface to her facade of control, most notably in her reiatsu and how her zanpakuto is locked in a permanent Shikai state. An effect of her lack of control shows through on her body in the form of frostbite. Most of the time it's hidden underneath her clothing, but it may be seen on her fingers or her face, and is always seen during combat. At her worst, the frostbite has eaten parts of her down to her bones and will take days to heal. Full loss of control would kill her, but it's not death she fears, it's the failure in not being good enough to control her weapon. She doesn't want her efforts to amount to nothing.

Lightning. More on this here.

Platonic and romantic commitment. Jewel has been let down by friends, partners, and family figures alike over the centuries, and she has done others the same way. She has found significant connections with others to be nearly pointless. People have, lied, died, and betrayed her in the past. She perceives herself to not be the best kind of friend to have, and given the issues she has with her zanpakuto on top of it all, she keeps an emotional wall between herself and others, even those who've managed to get close to her. The closest ones know that Jewel doesn't let them all the way into her heart. In one way or another, people will leave her, so she chooses not to care too much about them. To her it's an inevitability, so why bother? At least, that's what she tells herself. In truth, it's a mindset she struggles with at times because there's a part of her soul that craves connections with others. She views the want as a flaw.

|| Misbeliefs ||

She can only count on herself. Jewel believes achieving goals and building herself up are things only she can do. She refuses to ask for help or rely on others to help her. Whatever happens she will figure out a way to pull herself through.

Being in control will avoid the ultimate failure. Messing up is inevitable, but as long she can make the choice to keep trying, she will. Control is everything, particularly with her weapon. She knows she'll figure it out on her own. She just needs time.

Given her past, love is a lost cause. Dying friendships and dead romances. Family betrayals and disappointing leadership. It all flows like a cycle. Jewel has seen it all, and at this point she thinks she's supposed to be alone -- not an idea that came out of sadness but an inevitability she's supposed to accept. She keeps others at a distance and uses them in a transactional way. Loneliness is a temporary disturbance that will pass.

[eccentricstylist]

Hey Tumblr! I'm currently working on a 2D point and click winter adventure game set in a haunted mansion! :) I am a solo developer, so my budget is near $0 now. Depending on various input I receive / my time, I may consider doing the voice-acting for the characters in my game.

With that being said, do you feel like voice acting would have a major, positive impact on gameplay in this case? Any input would be appreciated! :)

[frostcorpsclub]

Incorrect Quote 98

Jasmine, trying to have an emotional moment with her mother: Hurt people hurt people.

Suzy: Oh that's nice! I always say, "make people cry, make people cry," but yours includes the people who don't want to give you the satisfaction!

[insignia2023]

The Role of Social Media Listening in Brand Reputation Management

Introduction:

In today's digital age, where social media platforms have become powerful communication channels, managing a brand's reputation has taken on a new level of complexity. Social media listening, also known as social media monitoring, has emerged as a crucial tool for brands to understand and proactively manage their reputation online. By actively listening to what consumers are saying on social media platforms, brands can gain valuable insights, address customer concerns, and safeguard their reputation. This blog explores the significance of social media listening in brand reputation management and highlights its benefits.

Understanding Consumer Sentiment:

Social media listening allows brands to tap into the pulse of their target audience. By monitoring conversations, mentions, and comments related to their brand, they can gain a deep understanding of consumer sentiment. This real-time feedback can provide valuable insights into customers' perceptions, opinions, and experiences with the brand. Identifying trends and patterns in consumer sentiment enables brands to make informed decisions and adapt their strategies accordingly.

Addressing Customer Concerns:

Social media platforms have become the go-to channels for customers to voice their concerns, complaints, or dissatisfaction. Ignoring or mishandling these issues can quickly escalate into a reputation crisis. Social media listening enables brands to promptly identify and address customer concerns. By responding promptly, empathetically, and transparently, brands can demonstrate their commitment to customer satisfaction, win back trust, and mitigate potential damage to their reputation.

Identifying Influencers and Advocates:

Social media listening also helps brands identify influential individuals and brand advocates within their target audience. These influencers can have a significant impact on brand perception and customer behavior. By monitoring conversations, brands can engage with these influencers, build relationships, and leverage their influence to amplify positive messages about the brand. Similarly, identifying brand advocates allows companies to nurture and collaborate with these individuals to enhance brand reputation.

Crisis Management:

In the age of viral content and instant sharing, reputation crises can escalate rapidly on social media. Social media listening equips brands with the ability to detect and respond swiftly to emerging crises. By staying vigilant, monitoring key metrics, and proactively engaging with stakeholders, brands can effectively manage and mitigate the impact of a crisis on their reputation. Social media listening helps brands identify the root cause of the crisis, develop appropriate strategies, and implement timely damage control measures.

Conclusion:

Social media listening has become an indispensable tool in brand reputation management. It enables brands to stay attuned to consumer sentiment, address customer concerns, identify influencers, and effectively manage reputation crises. By actively listening to their audience on social media platforms, brands can maintain a positive brand image, build customer trust, and foster long-term relationships. Embracing social media listening as a core component of reputation management strategies can significantly enhance a brand's ability to navigate the ever-evolving digital landscape.

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Unlock the Power of Data with a Cloud-Native Data Platform

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Databricks vs. Snowflake: Key Differences Explained

What if businesses could overcome the challenges of data silos, slow query performance, and limited real-time analytics? Well, it's a reality now, as data cloud platforms like Databricks and Snowflake have transformed how organizations manage and analyze their data. 

Founded in 2012, Snowflake emerged from the expertise of data warehousing professionals, establishing itself as a SQL-centric solution for modern data needs. In contrast, Databricks, launched shortly after in 2013, originated from the creators of Apache Spark, positioning itself as a managed service for big data processing and machine learning. 

Scroll ahead to discover everything about these platforms and opt for the best option. 

Benefits of Databricks and Snowflake 

Here are the benefits that you can enjoy with Databricks: 

It has been tailored for data science and machine learning workloads. 

It supports complex data transformations and real-time analytics. 

It adapts to the needs of data engineers and scientists. 

It enables teams to work together on projects, enhancing innovation and efficiency. 

It allows for immediate insights and data-driven decision-making. 

In contrast, here are the benefits you can experience with Snowflake: 

It is ideal for organizations focused on business intelligence and analytics. 

It helps with storage and the compute resources can be scaled separately, ensuring optimal performance. 

It efficiently handles large volumes of data without performance issues. 

It is easy to use for both technical and non-technical users, promoting widespread adoption. 

It offers a wide range of functionalities to support various industry needs. 

Note: Visit their website to learn more about the pricing of Databricks and Snowflake. 

Now, let’s compare each of the platforms based on various use cases/features. 

Databricks vs. Snowflake: Comparison of Essential Features  

When comparing essential features, several use cases highlight the differences between Databricks and Snowflake. Here are the top four factors that will provide clarity on each platform's strengths and capabilities: 

1. Data Ingestion: Snowflake utilizes the ‘COPY INTO’ command for data loading, often relying on third-party tools for ingestion. In contrast, Databricks enables direct interaction with data in cloud storage, providing more flexibility in handling various data formats. 

2. Data Transformation: Snowflake predominantly uses SQL for data transformations, while Databricks leverages Spark, allowing for more extensive customization and the ability to handle massive datasets effectively. 

3. Machine Learning: Databricks boasts of a mature ecosystem for machine learning with features like MLflow and model serving. On the other hand, Snowflake is catching up with the introduction of Snowpark, allowing users to run machine learning models within its environment. 

4. Data Governance: Snowflake provides extensive metadata and cost management features, while Databricks offers a robust data catalog through its Unity Catalog (it is still developing its cost management capabilities). 

In a nutshell, both Databricks and Snowflake have carved their niches in the data cloud landscape, each with its unique capabilities. As both platforms continue to evolve and expand their feature sets, the above read will help businesses make informed decisions to optimize their data strategies and achieve greater insights. 

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The Role of Snowflake in Enabling Real-Time Analytics 

In today’s fast-paced business environment, organizations are increasingly seeking ways to derive insights from their data in real time. This capability can significantly impact decision-making, operational efficiency, and overall competitiveness. One platform that has emerged as a leader in facilitating real-time analytics is Snowflake. In this blog, we’ll explore how Snowflake enables real-time analytics and why it’s essential for B2B companies looking to leverage their data effectively. 

What is Snowflake? 

Before delving into its role in real-time analytics, let’s clarify what Snowflake is. Snowflake is a cloud-based data warehousing platform that offers a flexible architecture for storing and analyzing large volumes of data. By separating storage and compute resources, Snowflake provides businesses with the ability to scale their operations effortlessly, making it an ideal choice for organizations that require quick access to insights. 

Key Features Enabling Real-Time Analytics 

Instantaneous Data Loading: Snowflake allows for the seamless ingestion of data from multiple sources in real time. Whether it’s transactional data from databases, streaming data from IoT devices, or social media feeds, Snowflake can handle various data types. This capability ensures that businesses have access to the most current data available, enabling timely analytics. 

Concurrency and Performance: One of the significant challenges of real-time analytics is maintaining performance while serving multiple users. Snowflake’s architecture addresses this challenge by allowing concurrent access to the same data without performance degradation. This means that teams across an organization can run queries simultaneously, ensuring that all stakeholders can derive insights without delay. 

Time Travel Feature: Snowflake’s time travel feature allows users to access historical data at any point in time, up to 90 days in the past. This capability is invaluable for real-time analytics, as it enables businesses to compare current data with past trends. Analysts can easily conduct time-based comparisons, aiding in better decision-making. 

Data Sharing Capabilities: Snowflake makes it easy to share data across teams and departments. This collaborative feature is crucial for real-time analytics, as it ensures that everyone in the organization can access the same data sets. Whether it’s sales, marketing, or finance, teams can collaborate effectively using real-time data insights, leading to more informed strategies. 

Integration with BI Tools: Snowflake seamlessly integrates with popular Business Intelligence (BI) tools like Tableau, Looker, and Power BI. These integrations allow users to visualize data and create real-time dashboards, providing instant insights that are essential for data-driven decision-making. This synergy enhances the overall analytics capabilities of organizations. 

Benefits of Real-Time Analytics for B2B Companies 

Implementing real-time analytics through Snowflake offers numerous advantages for B2B organizations: 

Enhanced Decision-Making: Access to real-time data enables quicker and more informed decision-making. Organizations can respond to market changes, customer behaviors, and operational challenges almost instantaneously, giving them a competitive edge. 

Improved Operational Efficiency: Real-time insights can help identify bottlenecks and inefficiencies within processes. By addressing these issues promptly, businesses can optimize operations and enhance productivity. 

Customer Satisfaction: B2B companies that leverage real-time analytics can offer improved customer experiences. By analyzing customer data in real time, organizations can personalize their services, anticipate needs, and respond to inquiries faster. 

Getting Started with Snowflake for Real-Time Analytics 

For B2B companies considering the implementation of real-time analytics, partnering with a knowledgeable provider is essential. Understanding your unique business needs and how Snowflake can address them is the first step. Engaging with experts in Snowflake technology services in Pune can facilitate a smooth implementation process, ensuring that you harness the platform’s capabilities effectively. 

Conclusion 

Snowflake is a powerful solution for organizations looking to enable real-time analytics. With features like instantaneous data loading, robust performance, and seamless integration with BI tools, Snowflake empowers B2B companies to make data-driven decisions quickly and efficiently. 

For businesses ready to unlock the potential of real-time analytics with Snowflake, BuzzyBrains—a leading software development and digital transformation agency based in Pune—can provide the expertise you need. Our team specializes in Snowflake technology services, guiding you through implementation and helping you maximize the benefits of this innovative platform. Transform your analytics strategy with BuzzyBrains and stay ahead in today’s competitive landscape.