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kiroonsmoon · 5 months ago

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I know there's a lot of people refusing to play the renegade route in rejuvenation. Sorry if you answered this already but I'd love to know where you stand on this. Have you played renegade? If so what are you most looking forward to about it?

Oughhhhhahhhh Renegade (BEGINS FOAMING AT THE MOUTH) /neg. My thoughts on it are very mixed so to say. But yes I’ve played it, I like doing oc runs so I did my mono dragon run for Lucifer on it.

Renegade has most of my favorite scenes ever in Rejvu but simultaneously is my least favorite part of the game and is like, the worst mix of my criticisms of the game. Which is why I generally prefer Paragon to Renegade despite paragon having a less gripping story/events to me as of 13.5.

Basically if I could summarize it: I love the story and it has WONDERFUL, heartbreaking scenes but it also shares that with the most whiplash inducing humor and scenes possible as well. Which results in severe tonal issues that heavily damages my enjoyment of the route.

I’m going to be putting my more detailed thoughts under cut. All my positives and negatives towards it. I’m putting it undercut because of 1) spoilers and 2) speaking from personal experience I know it’s unpleasant to see some bashing and criticizing something you love dearly. And I don’t want to subject people to that if they do not want to see that. My criticisms point largely to a specific character I know people are major fans of and love dearly. I don’t want to subject people to unpleasant things like that.

Again all of this is subjective and my opinion. You aren’t bad for liking something I don’t like.

Still here? Good great! First things first let’s start with some positives. Because despite everything I do like this route.

The fights were fun! I had a great time with the battles (expect with Spacea/Timepa but this isn’t an issue on the devs it’s just Mono Dragon is NOT good for that fight).

The scenes when the game takes itself seriously are fucking phenomenal. Adrest’s death and then the failed world with the host and M2 are a phenomenal beginning to renegade in my eyes. And Zumi’s art like always fucking rocks. The failed world really sets up the tone well for renegade. Which M2 finally snapping and attempting to murder the only person she’s been stuck for years. Fantastic beginning to a route about destroying the world.

And Karma Beast Talon….oh karma beast Talon. It’s my favoritest fucking boss battle and segment of the entire game. Everything down to the story, music, setting and Talon’s character mixes into one of the best written arcs in rejvuenation ever. Talon’s arc was way better than I could’ve ever expect and the best of his character is shown in his karma beast route. Just seeing his desperation and pain at learning his best friend died, his mother is on death’s door, he was never anything but a puppet that leads him to becoming a monster of his own despair and that on top of the art in music. Chef’s kiss, I love it so much.

I also loved the Ren chase (hell I made fanart of this moment), M2 getting called the fuck out and Venam + Amber battle and Amber’s death…oughhh all good fucking scenes.

However, all these things are torn down by one thing, the humor. Even more specifically M2.

M2..M2, gosh, she’s a fucking lot. I honestly still don’t know how to feel about her. The only thing I’m 100% certain on and don’t have any mixed thoughts on his her design. Her design fucking rocks, probably my most favorite design of all the Melia’s.

M2 is easily the worst part of renegade and the game for me. She’s very poorly written to me. Which is unfortunate. I like her concept I really do. However the problem is I couldn’t really truly understand and appreciate her concept until I sat down and truly thought on renegades story while removing all the silly stuff from my brain.

Basically: M2 is completely shot down by the humor she brings and it negatively affects her and the story as a whole.

Now I’m not saying renegade has to be 100% serious and grimdark. That’s just not realistic and I would just have issues with it the other way instead. However the humor it shows is not for renegade. The humor of renegade (and M2…) is very lol xd and sudden and random. It’s very very very jarring. Especially for such a dark and grim route. Renegade’s humor would be better placed in paragon. Rejvu’s humor is already hit or miss and renegade’s humor is nearly all miss.

Now humor in renegade can work, hell it’s even required. Stories can’t be all dark, you need a breather in there. However, balance of the humor is very important and Rejvu’s renegade route does a really piss poor job of it. Some jokes can work though! The fucking bait and switch with the item during the Ren chase seen is probably my favorite joke it all of Rejvu honestly. It uses the expected actions of the player and turns it on their head. It even works in a character sense! M2 is smart, she’s been taking notes on you and uses what she knows on you against you. It makes for a great joke and prank, I couldn’t even be angry that all my pokemon had 1 hp! It was a fantastic humorous moment that made me go “you son of a bitch” and crack a smile. I also think M2 calling Kanon an incel is a joke that works as well. However I do have problems with that as well, but that doesn’t relate to the humor, I’ll get into that later.

Renegade would’ve benefited from more humor like that. Not the clones, which made me more and more annoyed as time went on. The clones should’ve been left in Ren’s Chase as NPCs that act as obstacles and that’s it. Not the random beef M2 had gotten with random unimportant NPCs offscreen, which just made me more annoyed with her (and not the fun kind of annoyed). The kinda annoyed where I wanted to bash her head into the wall.

However the biggest offender of them all is Guilty or Nah. I’m going to be blunt. Guilty or Nah is not needed and brings absolutely no substance to the story and actively damages it. I hate it. You are actively chasing down someone WHO YOU PLAN ON ERASING FROM THE ENITRE UNIVERSE. And when you finally catch up to them, guess what happens! The most completely unnecessary and tonal whipping lashing gameshow thing I have ever seen in a piece of media. ITS NOT GOOD. IT SUCKS IN LITERALLY EVERY WAY POSSIBLE FROM A NARRATIVE PERSPECTIVE. It needs to be cut from the story completely. The most important part of the chases are the emotions and perspectives of the victims. Karrina’s, Ren’s and The Hag’s deaths/near death would’ve been so much better and impactful if Guilty or Nah was completely axed. Look at me in the eyes and tell me if Talon (+ Florin in one route) suddenly got a Guilty or Nah before being erased it would do anything for the scene and their arcs. If like anyone has any reasons I would genuinely love to hear it because I cannot see any reason for Guilty or Nah’s existence.

Anyways now that’s out of the way, less negative thoughts more kinda musing I had. M2 to me is a very….nostalgic character. She comes from an older version of Rejvu, which again cool in concept. However it also alienates newer Rejvu fans like me who weren’t around for the older versions. This is definitely compounded by me play renegade first but even if you played paragon first and know every version is canon…a newer rejvuenation player will not have the context of what M2 is talking about in regards to her version. I was completely unaware Ren and Kanon used to be major fucking assholes until my Rejvu veteran friends told me. Basically, a veteran will have a different reaction and feel for m2 than a newer player, with newer players not having all the context unless they ask friends or go looking around. Which they may not have or do.

Anyways yeah! My renegade thoughts. This got way more longer than I meant it too but I have a lot of thoughts on renegade as a whole. It could be so great but it’s extremely brought down by its humor and alienates a lot of people who don’t like the humor it has (cough like me cough).

#I know you probably weren’t expecting a whole ass essay but I have a lot of thoughts and gripes with renegade #renegade being mentioned is like a switch that makes me enter critical analysis mode #pokemon rejuvenation #pokemon rejvu #moon makes a whole ass rant after an all nighter more at zzzzzz

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mizzmellos · 1 year ago

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DEEP COVER - m2 ♱ m for mature ♡

It wasn’t often that Matt heard him open the door. Not just because the time he spent at their dingy apartment was close to none, but because Mello moved silently. He forced the black rubber of his boot soles to fall noiseless as he ghosted down the hallways, and the faint squeaking of his leather gloves on the doorknob or the shifting of his heavy coat was typically the only thing that gave him away. But tonight—was it nighttime? Whatever time it was, Mello seemed to have no patience for his usual grace, and it was the loud jingling of his swinging keys that startled Matt awake.

He’d fallen asleep on the couch. His PSP slid off his chest and tumbled to the floor, providing a small halo of illumination to the otherwise pitch-black room. He managed to catch the time on his phone from the corner of his eye—8:34p.m. on a Saturday—before Mello’s overbearing silhouette appeared in their doorway, lit from below by the PSP’s artificial glow like a late-night horror-show host. Matt briefly appreciated the image before Mello burned it from his retinas, flipping the switch to their harsh florescent lights they kept meaning to replace.

“Morning, sunshine.”

“Hey.”

Matt tried to assess Mello’s mood through his bleary, half-awake state. He couldn’t quite tell. While there was a hint of irritation playing across his features, it was rare that there wasn’t.

“You were sleeping. I told you to be ready.”

“Huh? For what?”

“Didn’t you get my text?”

Matt sat up fully, pushing his goggles up to rub the sleep from his eyes as he grabbed his phone. There was a missed text: one, from a number he didn’t recognize. Typical. A sheepish heat crossed his cheeks before he could help it, which only provoked a deeper sense of embarrassment—why should he be embarrassed that he was sleeping and missed a text? Mello made a point of keeping his schedule unpredictable, and why did he have to be on-call all the time? It wasn’t his fault if he stayed up late and didn’t always operate on Mello’s time and—

“It just says ‘Be ready,’” he finally sighed, interrupting his own train of thought.

“Yeah. You don’t look ready.”

Mello sized him up. He was wearing a dirty t-shirt with the D.A.R.E. logo—which Mello was certain he thought was hilariously ironic—and a pair of ragged boxers he’d definitely had since their days back at Wammy’s. He cocked an eyebrow. Or rather, raised his brow in such a way that made his eyes uneven and judgmental, because where there had once been golden-blonde hair, there was instead only perfectly smooth forehead. Mello had apparently begun waxing them off to go along with his ridiculous new outfits.

“Ready for what?” he asked, still wondering how badly waxing your eyebrows hurt.

“Stop asking so many annoying questions and get dressed.” While his words were sharp, his tone was more playful than usual. When Mello’s voice took on that little sing-song quality, it always stirred a certain excitement in the pit of Matt’s stomach that meant things were either going to go very good or very very bad.

“Alright, just gimme a sec.” Matt heaved himself up the couch and moved to their bedroom, feeling Mello’s laser-beam stare melting holes in his back. He could quite literally sense the heat dissipate as Mello’s attention was diverted to the kitchen.

“Got anything to drink?”

Digging through piles of dirty laundry with increasing desperation and hoping that the sing-song wouldn’t be replaced by impatient irritation, he replied,

“Uh, yeah, soda I think—“

“I don’t drink soda. Don’t be disgusting. You shouldn’t either.”

Aha! This shirt kind of looked clean. It didn’t stink, at least. And it was black. Would Mello like that? Or would he think it’s stupid to match? No, it’s not ‘matching,’ stupid, anybody can wear black—

“I mean a real drink.”

The heat returned. Mello blocked the doorway, wrinkling his nose in his trademark sneer as he surveyed the room.

“Your bedroom is disgusting too.”

Matt rolled his eyes. “It’s your bedroom too, dude.”

While he waited for Mello’s protest, it never came. Maybe he did think of it as his room too. They always shared a room. He quickly changed shirts, keeping his back to the blonde, and begun the hunt for underwear and pants.

“And yeah, there’s, uh, whiskey in the cupboards somewhere.”

“God. You’re so gross. Out of anything you could have… no tequila…”

Fading footsteps. Mello was in the kitchen now. Underwear underwear underwear. Was that even important? Were the ones he had on now really that bad? Yes. He needed clean underwear. Especially with that sing-song knot still in his stomach. As he finally found a pair, he heard the gentle chime of clinking glass.

“And it’s the cheap stuff. You really know how to impress.”

Mello was standing over him now, two mismatched cups in hand.

“Here. Cheers.”

“What are we cheers-ing to?” Matt took the glass awkwardly, clean underwear in his opposite hand. He stood up so they were at near-equal height, though Mello’s stupid boots gave him a few inches of artificial advantage, and tapped the rims of their glasses together.

“Who cares?” Mello threw his back easily and without a change in expression.

He dragged a finger across his lips when he was done and Matt was hypnotized, watching the back of Mello’s glove glisten as it collected the remnants of the liquor. Mello seemed to recognize the effect he had on Matt as he used the same finger to point at his untouched drink.

“You’re supposed to actually drink it. And what’s taking you so long to get ready?”

Matt eyed the drink with apprehension.

“Y’know, I usually add, like, ice and coke and stuff.” He considered the irony of Mello complaining about the 5 minutes it took him to get ready when Mello took more than an hour in the morning just showering and doing his hair. He wanted to say something snarky, but the sing-song stomach-knot dragged his tongue back down his throat.

“Just hurry up. Drink it and get dressed.”

Matt then realized he didn’t particularly want to do either of those things in front of Mello. It’s not like Mello hadn’t seen him naked, but they were usually in the sorts of situations where Matt was not the center of attention. Guess he needed the shot after all.

“Uh, yeah, cheers.” He closed his eyes and choked down the liquor, trying his utmost to repress the contortions the awful taste was drawing to his face. Liquid courage and all.

Matt watched as Mello nudged a pile of laundry with his foot, bending down to draw out a pair of grungy black jeans. He did a cursory sniff of the crotch before tossing them across the room and smiling when Matt deftly snatched them out of the air.

“Those look nice. Wear them.”

So Mello was fine with him wearing black too. That was a relief. Now was the hard part. It’s not like he wanted to turn his back to Mello and have those eyes all over his ass either. He grit his teeth and pulled his dirty boxers off, mentally attempting to maintain what could be considered a perfectly normal speed to get undressed—not too fast like he was trying to hide anything and not too slow like he was trying to put on a show. Mello said nothing but made a point of giving him another thorough once-over, with just a hint of a bitten-back smile flitting around his lips. Whew. Hard part over. As he wiggled into his jeans, Mello disappeared again, back into the kitchen. Matt heard him pour another drink and presumably slam it, and he hopped out into the living room as he worked his foot through the tight pant leg.

“So you gonna tell me where we’re going?”

“No. I’ll tell you how to get there, though.”

Matt wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol going to his head (he hadn’t eaten anything that day, after all) or the rush of excitement he always got when he was with Mello but they were in his car before he knew it—another rare occasion, as Mello didn’t particularly enjoy riding in cars, nor did he appreciate Matt’s reckless driving habits. Slouched down in the passenger seat with the slightest indication of nausea creeping across his face, Mello rolled down his window and leaned forward to fiddle with the dials of the radio.

“Sorry man. It broke last month.” Silence, aside from the noises of the city. Matt eased off the gas, and this seemed to temporarily correct Mello’s woozy expression. He cleared his throat, wishing he could light up a cigarette but knowing Mello would complain about his proximity to the smell in the confined space of the car. “I’ll take it slow. I know you get carsick.”

“Take this exit,” Mello abruptly instructed.

“Wh—come on dude, you’re the worst navigator!” While his tone indicated irritation, he was secretly a little excited to have an excuse to show off in front of Mello. He was in the far left lane, and though the L.A. roads weren’t as congested as they usually were, there was still a good amount of traffic to get through in a relatively short distance. Already pushing 80, he revved it up to 110 and flew across the four lanes, earning a small discomforted groan from his friend as the blonde brought his hand to his mouth. He whipped along the ramp and allowed the car to coast back down to 80.

“You know I hate when you do that,” muttered Mello, though he did seem a little impressed—or at least, Matt hoped that’s what that expression was. “Speeding ticket’s a really stupid way to get your photo in some database.”

“Whatever. They’d have to catch me first.”

This earned a small chuckle from Mello, and Matt gave him a cheesy grin in return, riding his adrenaline high. It wasn’t as fun to drive fast when there was nobody to ride with him.

“Alright, where to now, boss?”

Though he couldn’t quite see Mello’s eyes, the roll was almost audible.

“Just keep going. We’re almost there.”

Mello’s arm was resting near the gear stick, fingers drifting up and down the leather upholstery of Matt’s seat in a lazy rhythm. He seemed distracted by something, but Matt knew better than to ask. Asking questions like that makes good-mood sing-song Mello disappear. And with how close those fingers were coming to his thigh, Matt really didn’t want that to happen. He didn’t want to stop watching Mello’s hand, thoughts wandering as he matched the rhythm of Mello’s absentminded fidgeting to his imagination, picturing pulling his gloves off and feeling his silk-soft palms warm and sticky with sweat—

“You just ran a red light,” remarked Mello. “I thought you were supposed to be good at this.” He glanced over and his hand stopped moving, effectively ending Matt’s daydream.

“Uh, yeah, I meant to do that.” Matt pulled out a cigarette against his better judgment and was surprised when Mello said nothing, unsure if it was because he was distracted, carsick, or just feeling generous. Though he’d hoped it’d take his mind off the thought—the nature of which was quickly becoming obvious through the denim of his jeans—the smoke mixed with the fragrance of Mello’s shampoo as he ran his fingers through his hair and made Matt picture the last time they’d been together. He remembered how soft Mello’s hair felt melting through his fingers, and the way the curled tips bounced against his thighs, and how every time Mello bobbed his head he could smell that shampoo wafting up toward him.

“It’s up here.” Mello’s ice-cold voice pulled him out of his warm thoughts and made him shiver. “On the left. Park in the back.”

Matt gave the building a good look. It had no windows, and no signage to indicate what sort of place it might be. There seemed to be plenty of cars around, but almost no people.

But no questions. He pulled around as Mello instructed and stopped the car. As they stepped out into the lot, Matt saw that there was one other person around—it was a small, ratlike man, talking into a cellphone with a hurried whisper. As Matt shuffled along after Mello, he wondered why the fuck he’d let Mello drag him to a weird windowless building in the middle of nowhere with strange crackheads in the parking lot. But as his eyes drifted down from the back of Mello’s bouncing blonde head to his ass, he remembered.

“Hey Kal. Open up.”

Upon seeing Mello, the man’s eyes narrowed and his entire demeanor seemed to shrivel up and sour. He whispered something into the phone and flipped it shut, his lips drawn in a taut, puckered frown.

“No problem, boss,” he said dryly.

Boss? Did this guy work for Mello? Ass or not, Mello knew that Matt wanted no part in whatever stupidly dangerous shit he got up to with his new friends. All of the excitement was draining away like a whirlpool bathtub in his gut, replaced with a deep-seated and quickly-creeping dread that Matt was going to be witness to some sort of real-life snuff film. When Kal finally managed to unlock the door, his hands shaking and Mello’s foot tapping impatiently, Mello pushed past him without so much of a glance and Matt muttered a very garbled ‘thanks’ as he rushed inside.

Once they were in the building, Matt could hear the rhythmic pounding of something. Music? They descended a dark cement staircase, and he could make it out—it was music. A club? Was this some sort of speakeasy disco?

When they reached the basement, Matt’s suspicions were confirmed. He was hit with a blast of body heat: it smelled overwhelmingly of sweat, and the music had become almost deafening. How did they keep it so quiet outside? He squinted, adjusting his eyes to the darkness in between the pulsing neon lights. He could barely see Mello—his black clothes made him blend in with the throbbing mass of people, and the dark orange tint of his goggles wasn’t helping. The only thing he could focus on was the crown of Mello’s head, his bright hair reflecting the rotation of colors—red-blue-green-yellow—

“I’ll be right back. Stay here.”

Those words struck a fear into Matt’s heart. Here? Alone? Why? As Mello’s blonde bob disappeared into the crowd, Matt suddenly became extremely aware of where he was, as well as how badly he wanted to be at home. There was a sea of bodies roiling around him, tossing him in every direction, and it took all of his strength to maintain any semblance of stability. A girl much smaller than him seemed to dance through the crowd with ease, but his amazement with her ability to move through the fleshy ocean was interrupted when she shouted, “cute goggles!” He turned red and looked away.

Upon attempting to replay the interaction (if you could even call it that) in his head, he could only hear it in Mello’s mocking voice. Mello made him wonder if every compliment was backhanded, sarcastic, cruel. Mello made him wonder how long he’d be gone for, because it felt like hours, days, years. Mello made him wonder why the fuck he did stupid shit like coming here.

“Oh, Mello,” he yelped as a body collided with his, having been shoved by another careless, drunk dancer.

“Hey, watch it fuckface,” Mello yelled, though his deep voice went ignored, swallowed by the stuffy air and the thump of the bass. Turning with the tiniest bit of a surprised gleam in his eyes, he realized he’d been pushed right into Matt. “Well look at that. Imagine seeing you here.”

Again, Mello was leading him through the crowd, this time to the back of the dance floor, toward the bathrooms. He was careful not to touch the handle as he kicked open the door to the men’s, which was small and dirty but surprisingly empty. They entered the stall furthest from the entrance and as it shut, Mello produced three small baggies from his sleeve like a card-trick magician—two filled with white powder and one with small multicolored tablets. Behind his goggles, Matt’s eyes lit up, but he tried to keep his cool. So Mello really was in a good mood.

“I brought you a present.” He dropped the tablets into Matt’s waiting hand, smiling affectionately. “Don’t worry. It’s good. I know the guy.”

As if he were doing something as casual as painting his nails, Mello tapped a small line of the powder across the back of his glove and sniffed it, careful and precise. He delicately pinched the tip of his nose with one hand as he slipped the bag away with the other, scrutinizing Matt’s face as the redhead popped open the tiny seal and stuck two of the tablets under his tongue. Matt held the bag out as an offer of return but Mello shook his head, remaining silent but drawing their bodies closer together. The sing-song knot in Matt’s stomach was quickly ballooning down to his groin but he tried to focus on his breathing so Mello wouldn’t sense how desperate he was. It had been weeks since the last time they’d done anything, and the time before that, Mello had visited in such a bad mood that they hadn’t done anything at all.

Once again, Matt’s recollection of their last visit was not entirely confined to his brain, and his pale freckled cheeks began to burn. Mello leaned in further, hot breath drawing across Matt’s jaw as he cupped it in his hand and extended his thumb to run across his reddened skin. Matt’s mouth dropped open involuntarily as the tip of the leather pressed at his bottom lip, and Mello elicited the smallest of moans from the other as he pushed his thumb along Matt’s tongue. Opening the third bag, the blonde withdrew his wet gloved finger and rolled it in the powder, proceeding to rub it along his own gums and all the while refusing to break eye contact. After he seemed satisfied, he popped his thumb back into his mouth, repeating the process but this time offering the powder to Matt, who had no idea how to indicate that he was accepting aside from simply opening his mouth further and allowing Mello to drag the small crystals along the edges of his teeth. The taste was salty, and he wasn’t sure if it was from the molly or the leather of the glove.

As Mello’s thumb worked its way around the insides of his cheeks, he drew even closer. Matt’s heart started racing. He slid his finger out and replaced it with his lips, feeling Matt softly panting into his mouth. They weren’t quite kissing. Matt wanted to kiss him very badly, but felt stuck to the wall, his mouth dry as rice paper. The x wasn’t all the way dissolved and his tongue felt covered in sludge. Had it been this hot in here the whole time?

Mello hooked Matt’s lower lip between his teeth, giving it a gentle tug as he used his body to pin the other to the stall. His thin thigh slipped between Matt’s legs but somehow managed to avoid his groin entirely—he was thankful that Mello couldn’t feel how hard he was already, and he put every ounce of his self control into avoiding his body’s urge to drag Mello against him and grind on his leg. His glove slid down the front of Matt’s shirt like liquid, making an abrupt stop once it reached the waistband of the black jeans he’d picked out. He extended a single finger, the same he’d used to dab away the liquor from his lips earlier in the evening, dragging it past the tarnished bronze button that was beginning to make Matt quite uncomfortable. While Mello’s attention had now moved from Matt’s face to the zipper of his pants, Matt watched closely as a very undeniable smirk of satisfaction lit up the other’s features.

And just as abruptly as their rendezvous had begun, it ended. Mello removed himself from Matt completely, unlocking the stall door and breezing out. Matt stumbled out after him, dumbfounded but desperate not to lose him in the crowds again. Why did Mello have to enjoy torturing him so much? And why did he let him?

Mello wove through the dance floor until he found a spot that seemed satisfactory—in the center, surrounded on all sides but hidden—and when he turned around to face Matt, it almost felt as though they were hidden; despite being in the midst of hundreds of people, they felt alone, together. The knots in his stomach were joined by more in his chest as Mello drew him closer, pressing their bodies together again, but this time much more softly—at least, as softly as Mello could manage, because his soft was sometimes like a fine sandpaper, grating so smoothly you almost wouldn’t notice until you were bleeding and raw.

Matt’s arms slipped around his waist and as his hands pulled across the small of Mello’s back, tracing the spot in between that obscene quilted vest and those low-rise latex-tight pants, he saw it. Just for a moment—less, even—a split-second, a nano-something, Mello’s guard fell and there was an expression in his eyes so genuine Matt’s heart could have burst. He looked happy. Loving. Innocent, almost, but that seemed too strange a word, like dressing him up in pure white, like putting him on a cross. Matt wanted to trap that look in his eyes forever.

The moment passed and his expression faded, replaced by his typical frostbitten face—drawing you in and all the while telling you not to touch. Matt wanted nothing more than to grab him by the shoulders and shake him as hard as he possibly could. To bring it back somehow. To make it stay. He wanted to beg him not to let that cold cruel flame in his heart eat him away any more than it already had.

Let’s give up. Let’s go home. Let’s go hide. Let’s be hidden for real this time. We don’t have to do this.

You don’t have to do this.

But if he said these things, and if Mello knew he felt these things, Mello wouldn’t love him. Mello couldn’t love somebody who didn’t understand. He was doing the things he did because he had to. Because he had no other choice. Matt knew that. And so he stayed quiet, tightening his grip and trying to drink in every millimeter of that brief cherubic vision. His head moved to Mello’s neck—he couldn’t look at his face, he didn’t want to be reminded of the light that used to twinkle in his eyes whenever he saw Matt in the hallways of Wammy’s, the times they’d sneak out into the forest behind the school, laughing loud and spilling secrets, the open admiration for one another they used to share. There was so much he didn’t know about Mello anymore. He’d gotten so cruel.

To stop his lip from quivering—god, you fucking pussy, don’t you dare—he ran his tongue along Mello’s neck, pushing aside the folds of his vest to bite the stretch of skin where his collarbone diverged. Mello responded with an involuntary and angelic sigh, eyes fluttering shut. Matt always knew the right spot. Still choking back bitterness, Matt sunk his teeth further into Mello, biting him harder than he’s ever bitten him, hard enough to make small maroon teardrops bead around the tips of his canines. No sound passed through Mello’s throat, but as his fingers dug into Matt’s shoulderblade, he could feel the crescent imprints forming in his skin through his clothes. Matt’s hand slides up Mello’s back to his hair, grabbing a fistful of blonde and gently pulling his head back, exposing more of his throat. Biting the same spot with the intent to bruise, he drew his teeth across Mello’s creamy skin, wanting to break the blood vessels below and leave a cherry blossom mark, to let everybody know that Mello was supposed to be his.

“Matt…” It was almost a whisper, but it made the noise of the club fade into oblivion. When Mello said his name like that, Matt would do anything. He would follow him to the ends of the earth. How could he be upset when Mello was whispering his name? As his mood shifted once again, he realized they’d been dancing for at least half an hour, and the molly was definitely kicking in, making it seem like no time had passed at all. He thought of Mello’s smiling face. They were in the sun-dappled forest, they were so young, and Mello was laughing, turning back at him and calling for him. Matt… Matt…

“Matt,” Mello said, more urgently this time. He pulled Matt away from his neck, fondly brushing the bloody bite, and grabbed the buckle of the redhead’s belt. “Let’s go.”

“Go?” was all Matt could manage before Mello was dragging him toward another door—a back door, some sort of emergency exit. He tripped over a ledge in the doorway as they walked through, bumping into Mello and causing them to both stumble into the alley. His body felt like it was vibrating, to the point where even their brutal collision sent shivers of pleasure through him. All he wanted to do was touch Mello—his face, his hair, his soft stomach—

As if Mello sensed this, he immediately pulled Matt toward him, forcing Matt to pin him against the graffiti-covered brick. There was no hesitation or coquettish teasing this time—Mello dragged him into a messy kiss, one toned arm around his neck while the other immediately got to work unbuckling his belt. Matt pressed his tongue past Mello’s lips, trying to memorize the curvature of his teeth, the angles of his cheeks, the remnant-chocolate flavor of his hot saliva. There was a loud clatter as his heavy metal belt buckle hit the concrete, and Mello had his pants unbuttoned in half the time. A combination of the cool night air and the crippling potential that somebody could walk out and see his dick in Mello’s hand sent a cold shiver down Matt’s spine. This terrifying thought was quickly outweighed by the sensation of soft, well-worn leather gliding down Matt’s bare abdomen and past the elastic of his boxers (which, thank god, were clean).

As soon as Mello’s hand was wrapped around his cock, Matt knew he didn’t care if the entire world was watching. He massaged in slow, languid movements, his eyes only occasionally drifting from Matt’s erection to his face. Mello couldn’t help but smile as he watched the flush of heat bleed down Matt’s neck, the heave of his shoulders increasing alongside his breath—he was too cute when he wanted it this badly. He was already shaking.

“Mello…” Matt groaned, mentally kicking himself for how desperate he sounded. “Will you—uh—take your glove off?”

Mello laughed, a subtle sadistic undertone playfully ringing through, the little sing-song devil that made Matt’s stomach do flips. He brought his hand to his mouth and pulled the glove off with his teeth, discarding it on the ground beside Matt’s belt. “That’s all you want, babe?”

To be honest, Matt couldn’t think straight enough to want anything more than whatever Mello was going to give him, regardless of how much torture he had to endure. He would have fallen over if the wall wasn’t supporting him; pressing his weight onto Mello, he buried his face in the blonde’s neck once again, attempting to stifle his moans. Mello’s hands were so fucking soft. Of course they were—he never did anything himself.

The bricks of the wall were leaving painful impressions in his forehead, but he didn’t care. He wanted to run his hands up and down Mello’s sides, his thighs: the molly made him want to rub everything, even the rough brick, but his body was overwhelmed, and he was afraid that if he moved, Mello might take his hand away.

“Is that it? Are you satisfied with just this then? Hm?”

God. When Mello got that condescending, it drove him insane. It made him mad. But his body didn’t realize this, and he twitched in Mello’s hand. Yes. I’m satisfied. I’m always satisfied with you. Anything. There was nothing he could say. No right answer. Even if there was. No brain left to figure it out.

“I know that’s not all you want,” cooed Mello, patronizing and saccharine. Matt felt like if he didn’t focus solely on not finishing, it was going to happen. And Mello would never let him live it down—cumming in his pants from a handjob like they were teenagers. When he was alone he could jerk off for hours without a problem but with Mello it felt like he could only last minutes. Mello’s thumb was drawing circles around his tip, smearing precum across his palm while he smirked expectantly.

“I… unh—“

“Come on. Use your words.”

“—tch… come on Mello…”

“’Come on’ what?” There was innocence on his face once again, but this time so obviously feigned and melodramatic that it almost made Matt laugh.

“You’re such an asshole,” he groaned instead, sucking on his teeth as Mello’s pace increased. “Please… come on.”

As slippery as ever, Mello easily ducked out from underneath Matt’s weight, dropping into a squat like a girl from a music video and deftly removing Matt’s full erection from his pants. Briefly sizing it up, he allowed it to sit half an inch from his lips as he looked up from under his eyelashes and asked,

“’Come on’ what?”

“Oh my god, Mello, just suck my dick, fucking ple—ah—“ He dropped the end of his sentence as he hit the back of Mello’s throat, and the low moan that rumbled from Mello’s chest traveled up through Matt, buckling his knees. The brick was digging into his arms now, cracking his nails as he scratched at it.

He cupped the side of Mello’s head, thumb affectionately massaging his temple and brushing his bangs from his eyes. He just wanted to touch him, kiss him, hold him. He wished they were in bed at home so he could lay on top of him and pin him down, to go under a blanket together and stay there, keep him there, somewhere warm, safe, somewhere soft that smelled like his shampoo and not an alley that smelled like piss, but beggars couldn’t be choosers and he was definitely begging for whatever change Mello was willing to spare him.

His hands were running up and down the thighs of Matt’s jeans, long black nails trying to tear through the denim, occasionally catching on the distressed patches and popping a string. Matt couldn’t look away. He was so fucking close. As though he could sense Matt’s enraptured stare, Mello looked up once again, locking eyes as he slowly—oh-so-slowly—pulled Matt’s cock from his mouth with a wet pop, allowing long trails of saliva to connect them and run down his chin. Matt’s abdomen tensed as what remained of his willpower forced his orgasm back. He could come on his face just like this. Mello wouldn’t even have to touch him anymore. His open mouth—he’s just begging for it—

The next thing he knew, Mello was on his feet again, turning his back to Matt and unlacing his own pants, whispering something Matt couldn’t quite make out but didn’t want to risk asking him to repeat. Snaking his arms around Mello’s waist once again, Matt hooked his finger on the ring of Mello’s vest-zipper, dragging it down enough to splay a hand across his bare chest and gently run his nails along its expanse. He wanted to kiss him, but would have to crane Mello’s neck to reach his lips, and didn’t want to risk hurting him.

Managing to work his pants down with record speed, Matt barely had enough time to appreciate Mello’s partially exposed ass before the blonde’s hand is at his hip, pulling him closer.

“We don’t have lube or anything—“

“Shut up. Hurry up.”

Matt can’t help but wonder how Mello can still be so bossy at a time like this, and he tries his best to coat his hand in spit but his mouth is still so dry, and Mello is so impatient—

He starts to slip a finger inside of him, but he’s interrupted by a sharp,

“No.” A hum of pleasure as Matt grabs his hip. “All of it.” Firmly, because he wants it that way. He wants fingerprint-bruises. He wants evidence. Matt’s afraid he’s going to tear him apart, because Mello is small, no matter how large his presence. And he’s certainly not one to brag, but his dick isn’t small. But Mello makes no sound aside from a small, contented sigh as Matt tries to ease inside of him—he watches the black polish chip as fingernails curl up against the brick.

“Is that… okay?” He’s breathing hard and afraid to start thrusting, afraid he’s going to see blood running down the insides of Mello’s thighs.

“Mmm-hmmm…” It’s a half-moan, half-confirmation, and enough encouragement for Matt to begin moving his hips gently, pushing Mello into the brick. He wants to kiss him more than anything. He really doesn’t want to hurt him. He wishes he could see his face. He carefully monitors what profile he can see when he leans in to bite his neck, watching for any sign of discomfort, any sign of anything at all, really, but Mello’s eyes are closed and his expression is impossible to read. As his pace picks up, Mello’s brow furrows slightly, eyelids fluttering—he almost wants to stop but he’s certain Mello would be mad—and so instead he thrusts into him harder, earning an abrupt velvet moan. Mello wants it rough. And if Matt knows one thing it’s that it’s always best to give Mello what he wants.

One of his hands works its way towards the undone laces of Mello’s pants while the other moves to his hair, and on a whim, Matt yanks his head back, craning his neck to kiss him, shoving him into the brick with such sudden force that his exposed chest is scraped bright pink. Mello gasps louder than Matt’s ever heard him gasp and as he pushes his full length inside, he feels the blonde’s knees give out completely, held against the wall by the weight of Matt’s body and the supporting hand on his hip. Mello’s long, breathy orgasm is far more than enough to send Matt over the edge, and he tries to choke back his shaky moans as his body melts but he can’t bite his tongue quickly enough to stop himself.

“I love you,” he whispers, biting the shell of Mello’s ear, holding up his exhausted frame, willing him to feel it too. He doesn’t want to pull out. He doesn’t want them to be apart.

Fingers gently tracing the raw rash on his chest, imprint of the bricks dancing across his sternum, Mello craned his neck back to kiss Matt, and replied,

“I love you too.”

#Matt x Mello #Mello x Matt #YAAAAAY TIME FOR SMUTFIC.#sorry i'll write nasty confessional sex next time guys. i started writing this when club date was winning so.#<- needs to be put down like a dog for writing this

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heretodefyfate · 10 months ago

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These thoughts are plagging my brain and need the rejuv-nation to suffer with me.

Have you noticed that Paragon!Melia is....off? Ever since waking up from the dream/alternate universe, she has been acting strange- she even wore pigtails at one point (post Terajuma) which I figured she'd avoid bc of Melanie- kinda detached, even? But still nice.

So, here is what I think. I think Paragon!Melia is M2 too, but she has been subdued in anger because of the positive memories in Melia's body, so she is playing her role to help us until our friend comes back properly.

I too think she act a bit off, especially right after she met the real protagonist in the "wilted" world

And ngl, when Melia requested to be added into Zeight, i...did not trust her. Like you've said, she feel off and if you play renegade route or watched it, it's understandable that you would assume that M2 is replacing our Melia. I thought me popping right outta the Zeight, that would trigger Melia to say st else but nope, nt happened.

Personally, i don't think M2 is possesing paragon_Melia body, cuz' in renegade, it shown that M2 don't have any memories of the host she in so i don't think her emotion would be skewed by Melia's posistive thoughts.

My theory is that, that is still our Melia, the current version_Melia of the world we are currently living in. And...the reason for her odd behaviors was that, she is coping.

Like, put yourself in her shoes...

She got the whole team Xen after her;

Discovered that she have some god-like power which was placed in her since birth, then discover that the same thing is giving her some sort of rare disease;

Is sorta having identity-crisis about herself (Maria-Marianette-Melia);

Going through multiple bad timelines and one of them feature the world is in literal state of static (PMD explorer of sky reference, lol), and the reasion was that she and the protagonist failed.

And then the whole revelation about karma

Like, that must fucked up your mental health a lot

And another thing is...there is no other options than keep moving on.

So like, Melia has all these responsibilities on her and yet, in the end, she still gonna died to a disease anyway, unless the interceptor manage to change it (which i think Melia is very hopeful about). So that's why her action can come off as off and...secrety, at least to me

Adamant on getting into zeight, her fucking up the time zone in there seem to be another way for her to slow down her death time

Making End-of-Nights, hinted that she know Renegade MC and had communicated with them, without fully explaining this to anyone else on the team, so she is doing things alone...again.

Breaking up with Venam, which is...idk, this action seem weird, sure, we are too busy saving the world, relationship come seconds but like, idk, like, you doesn't have to stop acting lovey dovey while on the jobs, you know? Idk, this decision from her is lowkey strange, i know you're gonna die so why lock yourself out of any happiness.

As for pigtails, i don't think it meant anything tbh

#pkmn rejuv #So...um yrah that's my essays😅#Sorry for not answering this sooner. I was not in the right mood to communicate #Anyhow. Overall. I agree with you. Melia act really strange.

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viratsteelspecial-blog · 2 months ago

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spacetimewithstuartgary · 2 months ago

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LHAASO reveals key evidence of the cosmic ray acceleration limit in the W51 complex for the first time

The Large High Altitude Air Shower Observatory (LHAASO) officially released the precise measurements of high-energy gamma radiation from the W51 complex, confirming it as a cosmic-ray accelerator boosting particles up to so-called ultra-high energies (UHE, above 1014 electronvolts). This study also provides key evidence about the cosmic-ray acceleration limit in this complex. The findings, entitled "Evidence for particle acceleration approaching PeV energies in the W51 complex," were recently published online in Science Bulletin. The research was conducted by the LHAASO International Collaboration, led by the Institute of High Energy Physics, Chinese Academy of Sciences.

The W51 complex is one of the largest and the most active "stellar factories" in the Milky Way and one of the few regions confirmed to host GeV energy cosmic-ray accelerators. It plays a crucial role in unraveling the century-old mystery of the "origin of cosmic rays." Researchers utilized data from the LHAASO experiment to, for the first time, extend the measurements of the energy spectrum of gamma-rays from this region to the UHE range. They clearly observed a "bending" structure in the gamma-ray spectrum at tens of TeV, indicating the acceleration limit of cosmic rays in this region.

The energy spectrum measured by LHAASO can be smoothly connected with that was measured by the Fermi-LAT collaboration at lower energies. Spanning six orders of magnitude of gamma-ray energy. the spectrum provides important evidence that the radiation originates from collisions between cosmic rays and molecular clouds. It also indicates that the W51 complex has a cosmic-ray acceleration limit of around 400 TeV. “The supernova remnant W51C, located in the W51 complex, is the most plausible cosmic-ray accelerator responsible for the wideband gamma-ray emission”, Prof. LI Zhe said, one of the co-corresponding authors.

LHAASO is a national major science and technology infrastructure located on Haizi Mountain at an altitude of 4410 meters in Daocheng, Sichuan province, China. It consists of an array of 5216 electromagnetic particle detectors and 1188 muon detectors distributed in 1 km2, a water Cherenkov detector array covering 78,000 m2 and an array of 18 wide-field-of-view Cherenkov telescopes. LHAASO was completed and began high-quality stable operation in July 2021. It is the most sensitive UHE gamma-ray detection device in the world, characterized by the large field of view and all-weather capability.

IMAGE: The UHE gamma-ray emission is clearly observed from the W51 complex, which hosts the supernova remnant W51C and star forming region W51B. (b) The “bending” feature around tens TeV indicates the cosmic-ray acceleration limit in the W51 complex at around 400TeV. Credit ©Science China Press

#science #space #astronomy #physics #news #astrophysics

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transgenderer · 1 year ago

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The Mother of All Asia–Tower of Peace is a monument shrine dedicated to the Virgin Mary as a symbol of unity and peace in Asia and the whole world. It is located at the center of the eight-hectare pilgrimage site called Montemaria International Pilgrimage & Conference Center in Sitio Montemaria, Barangay Pagkilatan, Batangas City, Philippines. It is the world's tallest statue of the Virgin Mary at 98.15 m (322.0 ft) which includes the plinth/building it stands on.[1]

It's the 9th tallest statue in the world (maybe? its unclear how tall just the statue is)

The monument has occupiable floors with a floor area of around 12,000 m2 (130,000 sq ft). A place of worship, the St. John Paul II Shrine, is hosted on the ground floor of the monument. Other facilities hosted in the monument are reception halls and 20 Marian chapels on the third floor, a food hall on the fourth floor, two mini theaters on the fifth floor, conference rooms as well as a balcony featuring flags of the countries of Asia on the sixth floor, and a view deck situated on the 15th floor. The seventh to 10th floors hosts commercial and residential spaces.[8]

imagine working or living in a giant statue of the virgin mary. bizarre

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lgcmanager · 4 months ago

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TYPE ZERO MISSION 015

SCHEDULE TYPE: TRIMESTER ( PART 1 OUT OF 1 ) SCHEDULE RESTRICTIONS: cannot be paired with another trimester schedule, unless stated otherwise. for reference as to whether your muse is eligible for this event, please click over HERE.

on JULY 15, BOMIN gathers all of the TYPE ZERO members in the manager’s hotel room before all of them head back to korea. “i’ll try to make this quick since i know we have a bit of time before we head back home, but there are some schedules that i have to tell all of you right now.” the manager said hastily as he signaled all of them to sit down.

MUSIC SHOW WINS

for the AUGUST comeback, TYPE ZERO will receive 7 wins ( 2 from ‘the show’, 1 from ‘show champion’, 1 from ‘m! countdown’, 1 from ‘music bank’, 1 from ‘show! music core’, and 1 from ‘inkigayo’ ) with their title track. as for the other songs, here are the ones that charted:

CHOKE: 8TH ( peak for two weeks )

MR.: 11TH ( peak for three days )

ICANTFEELANYTHING: 15TH ( peak for one day )

Q3 SCHEDULES

BOMIN told the TYPE ZERO members as he gives them the files for their schedules. “while all of you will be spending the rest of JULY preparing for the AUGUST comeback, the company has added some more youtube appearances during the comeback to attract more of the international fans.”

JULY 17: passion5 ( cake ) cf release [ KAI & PARKER ]

JULY 21: sbs gayo daejeon – WILL BE PERFORMING ‘GOOD BOY GONE BAD’, ‘SOS’, ‘SPRAY’

JULY 30: ‘shut down’ cover release on type zero’s youtube channel [ HYOSEOP ]

AUGUST 13: ‘lee mujin service’ episode release [ PARKER / guest appearance ]

AUGUST 14: [BE ORIGINAL] ‘HARD’ for STUDIO CHOOM [ VIDEO RELEASE ]

AUGUST 15: elysium cf release [ KAI ]

AUGUST 15-SEPTEMBER 8: music show performances

AUGUST 18: ‘the return of superman’ episode release [ HYOSEOP / guest appearance ]

AUGUST 19-SEPTEMBER 14: fansigns & video calls for ‘HARD’ promotions

AUGUST 19: inner peace interview for K-POP ON! SPOTIFY [ VIDEO RELEASE ]

AUGUST 21: your k-pop persona for K-POP ON! SPOTIFY [ VIDEO RELEASE ]

AUGUST 22: ‘HARD’ dance relay for M2 [ VIDEO RELEASE ]

AUGUST 23: behind the scenes for K-POP ON! SPOTIFY [ VIDEO RELEASE ]

AUGUST 24: waterbomb singapore – WILL BE PERFORMING ‘CHOKE’, ‘DIAMONDS ONLY’, ‘GOOD BOY GONE BAD’, ‘ACTION FIGURE’, and ‘HARD’

AUGUST 26: IT’S LIVE ‘HARD’ band live concert [ VIDEO RELEASE ]

AUGUST 27: ‘the show’ one-time co-host [ PARKER ]

AUGUST 29: telephone game for HELLO82 [ VIDEO RELEASE / LANGUAGE CHOSEN: SPANISH ]

SEPTEMBER 1: spread in harper’s bazaar magazine [ KAI ]

SEPTEMBER 2: compliment battle for TEEN VOGUE [ VIDEO RELEASE ]

SEPTMBER 6: COPY&PASTE for HELLO82 [ VIDEO RELEASE ]

SEPTEMBER 7: INK Incheon kpop concert – WILL BE PERFORMING ‘CHOKE’, ‘GOOD BOY GONE BAD’, ‘HARD’

SEPTEMBER 23: milkis ice sherbet tube cf release [ HYOSEOP ]

OCTOBER 12: music bank in madrid – WILL BE PERFORMING ‘CHOKE’, ‘GOOD BOY GONE BAD’, ‘HARD’

COMPLIMENT BATTLE

since TYPE ZERO will be filming ‘COMPLIMENT BATTLE’ for TEEN VOGUE’s youtube channel, each member will be paired up and read a compliment ( created by ZENITHs ) about their partner in hopes of getting them to laugh or break character. ic wise, the members are given a stack of compliments to read back and forth but ooc wise, the TYPE ZERO muns will be writing the compliments for the other muse.

each TYPE ZERO member will write 2 compliments ( must be between 75-100 characters each ) about the partner’s muse ( if you want examples of compliments, you can check over HERE or HERE ) and use AT LEAST ONE of the compliments in the thread ( ic the members will be reading it all in ENGLISH ). however, when submitting the points form, you will be asked to send in the 2 written compliments!

as for pairs, it’s as follows:

CHA HYOSEOP & CHOI KAI

KWON BAEKHYUN & SU PARKER

BIRTHDAY LIVESTREAMS

since PARKER’s birthday is on AUGUST 8, he will have a 1 hour livestream with the fans where he can interact with them and answer any of the fans’ questions. midway through the livestream, there will be a segment called 'NORAEBANG CHALLENGE WITH PARKER’ where fans will be given a chance to request random 5 digit numbers. PARKER will choose one of the numbers mentioned, type it on a karaoke machine, and sing whatever song that pops up. this means that random songs from different languages may be added there ( in case anyone wants to troll ) and ooc all of the songs must be ones released before JANUARY 2022. after a certain number of songs, BOMIN will bring out the birthday cake and let PARKER make a wish before ending the livestream.

as for HYOSEOP ( whose birthday is on AUGUST 18 ), he will also have a 1 hour livestream with the fans! for this livestream, it will be ( partially ) inspired by HYOSEOP’s instagram posts as he’ll be creating and arranging three flower boxes for some lucky fans all while answering some of the fans’ questions. prior to the livestream, HYOSEOP will be asked by BOMIN to give him 5 or 6 kinds of flowers that he would like to use to create the flower boxes. for every flower box created, HYOSEOP will give it a name or explain the theme behind the arrangement. near the end of the livestream, BOMIN will bring out the birthday cake, sing happy birthday, and let HYOSEOP make a wish before ending the livestream.

SMALL SURPRISE

“with the fanmeeting tour slowly coming into a close, the company has some gifts that all of you might appreciate when you return back.” BOMIN stated out loud, feeling proud of the gifts that the company had given to them.

due to a successful fanmeeting tour, all of the TYPE ZERO members will be given a new and personalized microphone and in-ear monitor, which will make its first appearance through their august comeback promotions. the microphones will be in their assigned colors based on the lyrics distributions documents and both of them will be customized based on the muse’s request.

FAMILY CON 2K24

this year’s family concert will be a 2 day event — SEPTEMBER 27 and 28. more details about the concert can be found in the LGC FAMILY CON 2K24 posts when they are posted. however, IC wise they will be told by BOMIN that due to the fans’ fervor reactions, all of them will perform their solo stages once again for the concert.

WRITING REQUIREMENTS

HARD PROMOTIONS: write a new 4 replies ( minimum 8 lines ) thread with a TYPE ZERO member related to any of the gigs/events stated in the comeback promotions schedules ( excluding compliment battle ) OR continue a past Q1-Q2 thread ( the thread must start sometime between JANUARY 8-JULY 6; doesn’t matter if it’s a TYPE ZERO member ) for +6 POINTS TO DISTRIBUTE ANYWHERE and +7 NOTORIETY !

COMPLIMENT BATTLE: write a 6 replies ( minimum 8 lines ) thread with your assigned TYPE ZERO partner about the compliment battle. as a reminder, each compliment must be BETWEEN 75-100 characters and written about the partner’s muse. completing this will earn you +6 VARIETY and +8 NOTORIETY !

SURPRISE GIFT: write a 250+ word solo or headcanon post about how their personalized microphone and in-ear monitor looks like for +5 NOTORIETY !

PARKER’S BIRTHDAY: write a 250+ word solo about the livestream for +5 POINTS TO DISTRIBUTE ANYWHERE and +3 NOTORIETY ! ** only for parker **

HYOSEOP’S BIRTHDAY: write a 250+ word solo about the livestream for +5 POINTS TO DISTRIBUTE ANYWHERE and +3 NOTORIETY ! ** only for hyoseop **

COMPLIMENTS: on the points form, please write the 2 positive comments about your partner’s muse ( must be around 75-100 characters ) along with two fake usernames associated with each compliment for +3 NOTORIETY !

make sure to use the hashtag lgc:typezeromission for the task. you have until SEPTEMBER 21, 2024 at 11:59PM EDT to complete the requirements and validate your points. please submit the following form ONCE on the points blog.

MUSE NAME ∙ TYPE ZERO MISSION 015 - HARD PROMOTIONS: +6 ( skill points distribution ), +7 notoriety [ LINK ] - COMPLIMENT BATTLE: +6 variety, +8 notoriety [ LINK ] - SURPRISE GIFT: +5 notoriety [ LINK ] - PARKER’S BIRTHDAY: +5 ( skill points distribution ), +3 notoriety [ LINK ] ** only for PARKER ** - HYOSEOP’S BIRTHDAY: +5 ( skill points distribution ), +3 notoriety [ LINK ] ** only for HYOSEOP ** - COMPLIMENTS: [ list the compliments and usernames ] +3 notoriety

#lgc:event #lgc:q32024 #lgc:typezeromission

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atotaltaitaitale · 9 months ago

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Praça do Comércio

The Praça do Comércio ( Commerce Plaza) is a large, harbour-facing plaza in Lisbon, and is one of the largest in Portugal, with an area of 30,600 m2 (329,000 ft2). Facing the Tagus (Tejo) to the South, the plaza is still commonly known in Portuguese as Terreiro do Paço (Palace Yard), as it hosted the Paço da Ribeira ( Royal Palace of Ribeira) until the latter was destroyed by the great 1755 Lisbon earthquake. The plaza is home to the oldest café in the city, Martinho da Arcada (established 1782).

Praça do Comércio is classified as a National Monument of Portugal.

#CelineIsNotAnExpatAnymore #France life #c&jLisbon #Lisbon #Lisboa #Portugal

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allthebrazilianpolitics · 1 year ago

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Brazil to Bring at Least 12 Ministers to COP28 and Have a 400 m2 Booth

The country's space at the climate conference in Dubai will host over 120 events

In addition to an extensive delegation composed of congressmen, members of civil society, businesspeople, and researchers, the top echelon of the federal government is expected to have a massive presence at COP28, the UN (United Nations) climate conference beginning this Thursday (30) in Dubai, United Arab Emirates.

At least 12 ministers are expected to participate: Marina Silva (Environment), Mauro Vieira (Foreign Affairs), Fernando Haddad (Finance), Alexandre Silveira (Mines and Energy), Rui Costa (Chief of Staff), Sônia Guajajara (Indigenous Peoples), Luciana Santos (Science, Technology, and Innovation), Carlos Fávaro (Agriculture and Livestock), Paulo Teixeira (Agrarian Development and Family Agriculture), Jader Filho (Cities), Celso Sabino (Tourism), and Cida Gonçalves (Women).

#brazil #brazilian politics #politics #environmentalism #foreign policy #cop28 #mod nise da silveira #image description in alt

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bigweldindustries · 10 months ago

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random question but can i ask if you have any advice for upgrading a pc to have more storage space? or just upgrading computers in general, i feel like i remember you talking/rebloging a post about that kind of thing before?

YOOOOOO hey anon!! For what it's worth storage space is absolutely always the easiest thing to upgrade on any given computer, including laptops. Quick disclaimer in that I consider myself fairly casual at actually working with computer hardware (I'm the defacto computer repair guy at work but work for a tiny org with around 20 employees so my experience comes down to fixing a couple of busted laptop keyboards/hard drives/batteries/I replaced a screen once, and I built my younger brother's computer) but I'm unusually comfortable with gutting hardware due to a combination of a longtime (like a decade now, woof) hobby of fixing games consoles and having a degree in computer engineering.

putting this under a read more BC I wrote an entire guide LMAO

You've got a few options depending on your exact situation (if your motherboard has extra slots you can add another harddrive but this usually involves having to add extra data cables and power cables - I've never done this so I'm no good lol) but your best options are either to get an external harddrive or just straight up swap the drive for a bigger one.

external harddrive is the easier scenario; you just... buy an external harddrive. back when I set up mine it was cheaper to just buy a usb harddrive enclosure and regular internal harddrives than to get an out of the box ready to go external harddrive, and you can even buy multi harddrive enclosures if you wanna go all in on massive storage (I like to think of myself as an archivist as opposed to a data hoarder, but regardless I frankensteined myself a 14tb external harddrive that plays host to my personal data like every photo I've taken in almost 2 decades, but also a stockade of leaked data I find interesting, a few more obscure shows I'm worried about losing, my own lost media finds, and so on).

if you don't want to deal with external harddrives (they take up some physical space albeit not much these days, you have to deal with slower usb transfer speeds, etc.) swapping out the harddrive for a bigger one on your computer is relatively easy, but you will need these prerequisites:

-knowledge of your computer make and model. this seems trivial but it makes working out what kind of harddrive you've got easier, as well as how to get into the boot menu. if you Google "how to find computer model" there's a myriad of guides - I know it's in windows settings somewhere but I don't remember, hahaha

-the type and size of harddrive - easiest way is to Google "(insert computer model) specs" and find the official specs sheet. Size is fairly obvious, but the two important bits are 1) whether it's SATA or PCIe NVMe, and 2) whether it's an SSD, M2 SSD, or a HDD.

-being comfortable in the fact you are going to have to fiddle around in the BIOS, albeit briefly. ooga booga you can really fuck things up in the bios, yes, but all you need to do is briefly change boot order then swap it back. you are not going to poo poo out your computer by doing this, I promise you 500%

-a usb to either SATA or PCIe NVMe, to match with what you found on the specs sheet

-a usb drive that's at least 8gb (I use cheap thumb drives, more on this in a sec)

-and finally the larger harddrive to replace it. you want to look for one that "matches" the old one but is larger; for example my primary drive in my personal is a SATA SSD that's 256gb, so I'd look for a SATA SSD in say, 512gb or 1tb. As for brand it doesn't matter too much but Seagate, Toshiba, and Western Digital tend to be the more reliable makes; you're better off picking up one of these over a small or no brand drive that may crap out on you early!

first step. we take da pen drive. we make some boot media with it. with windows this is super fucking easy, windows give you a downloadable tool that does this for your itself. Google "create installation media for windows", download the thing, run it, make a cup of tea whilst it writes to usb, bam. you have your Magic Installing Stick. I personally am a weirdo and I like to download windows isos and make my Magic Installing Stick using a little program called Rufus, but you don't have to do this. if you're using Linux this is probably easier but I'm a scrub who dual boots Linux onto my originally-windows system and all my work computers are windows so I have no experience but the Linux community fuckin loves writing guides so one of them will have u it's all good

second step. take password off computer. I don't know if this is necessary but the final step has worked everytime when I do this so. go into user settings and delete ALL passwords and shit on your user

next step. we boot into the bios. we are once again googling with the model name of the computer and this time it's "access (insert computer model) boot menu" because computer manufacturers can't agree on how to do that. turn the computer off, then back on, then spam whatever key the Google told you. you'll get some options, and you wanna pick "BIOS setup" or something like that. you are in the bios now. every bios is ALSO different but you want to find "boot options" or something to that effect and move "usb" or "removable devices" or something to THAT effect up to the top of the list. (I literally cannot be more specific this shit is so different in each computer....) once you've done that save and shut down.

then we get THE SCREWDRIVERS OUT. open the pc. see it's guts. look for the thing that looks like the new harddrive. it's pretty much always obvious and easily accessible because harddrives are the most likely computer component to fucking die so they're really easy to spot even on laptops where they don't want you repairing and upgrading them yourself. unclip it if it's a HDD/slide it out if it's either type of SSD. stick in the new one. congrats on the more memory now it's time to put the pc back together

now it's time for Magic Install Stick. put it in. boot up. in my experience sometimes the bios wants it in one particular usb slot so if it shits itself on bootup turn off and try another slot. eventually it will boot into windows install. install da windows. make another cuppa whilst you wait. boom it's a computer again

go back into bios by key spamming on bootup again. go back to the boot options. move "harddrive" back to the top of the list. you don't necessarily have to do this but I enjoy restoring peace and harmony to my bioses personally

set up windows. grab old drive. grab usb to sata/NVMe/whatever. put stick in usb device. plug usb device in. obtain files from old harddrive. move to new harddrive.

then you have lotsa space and you can enjoy :)

#ask #anonymous #i hope this uhhhhhhhhhhh. guide. i writed. is of use 💀#im too autistic for my own good thank u for enabling me anon

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