#melgo

[walking-bee-hive]

That moment when you experiment with concept art like the do in the fancy books. And it’s lowkey so much better than you’d ever think possible 🙌🙌

@dimension-072

[wyfy-meltdown]

All Of The Swapweb Characters

Making a list for convenience!

Cass Perrin

Howl Wattson

Tabi Vitch

Nesa Meridew

Coco Nightwald

Hiro Wattson

Tasi Vitch

Nene Meridew

Avinas Barana

Elnath Merope

Nietta Melgos

Aselus Nicuss

Hafera Giebah

Mitrix Elauva

Eneubi Chamal

Sorzia Akrepi

Sezell Zeleck

Aragis Mezazi

Akvist Veevah

Rescha Piscis

Darque

Please ask questions. I really want questions about these bozos.

Images of characters who have images↓ (from left to right) Tabi, Hafera, Eneubi, Sezell, Sorzia, Avinas, Mitrix

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Doctor Who Melgos Part 1 #drwho #tombaker

[dragosilver]

“Drago Tales” Drago And Melody (Future Version)

[leiainhoth]

Summery: Luke and Din wake up on their first day in Mos Pelgo, but a disturbing vision forces the Marshal to make a decision … Luke woke with a start, his heart racing. The blankets were twisted about the bed, and he was startled, lost and confused. Where was he? He fell back against the headboard with his head in his hands as he tried to catch his breath. The room he was in was strange to him, but as he blinked and settled, it came back to him in a wave. He was on Tatooine; his ship was still on Tython. Maker, he was stuck here. Stuck without a comm, without any way out. They had two more days until the caravan left for Mos Eisley. This wasn’t a sticky or even unpleasant situation to find himself in, comparatively, but still. It was Tatooine! He thought he’d never come back here again. He knew that they wouldn’t be for long; with any luck, he and the Mandalorian would be able to hire a transport of some kind when they returned to civilization and then they’d leave this dustbowl for good. Luke flushed suddenly, strangely, as his mind unhelpfully provided a possessive pronoun as he considered his companion. The Mandalorian was good company; after so long being recognized in the rebel alliance, being anonymous on his homeworld was… strangely welcome. Whatever the Mandalorian had done other than killing a krayt dragon to gain the respect of these people was unknown to him. Luke had surmised that the curious and unprecedented treaty between Mos Pelgo and the Sand People had been negotiated by both the Marshal and Mando. But it rested steadily, on firm ground. The day before, Luke had watched the town carefully, using both the force and his intuition to ascertain the mood of Mos Pelgo. He wasn’t surprised exactly to find it perfectly amicable, friendly, even. Luke had never seen the massiffs of the Sand People, but they were in town, sniffing at the feet of their masters as they moved through the street. Children petted their reptilian hides, and Luke watched carefully, nonetheless, aware of his personal experiences with the Sand People clouding his judgement. He had no qualms with them, not really. But he had been raised to see their kind as an enemy, and it was hard to move past his instinctual fear of the unknown to accept them as they were. The light from the slit beneath his door was dark; it must be very early. Luke had risen with the sunrise and slipped out the door to meditate before his companions woke. The horizon was indigo and azure, and the world was still. Luke was barefoot, and he walked slowly, mindful of the cool stone and sand, the sound his heels made as they struck the earth. It was early enough that even the miners of Mos Pelgo remained in their beds, and Luke took a deep breath, trying to stay mindful and calm in the early morning hour. Luke often meditated in the morning; even when he was living on Chandrila, he had risen with the sun, often losing track of time as he calmed his thoughts for the day ahead. There was much to consider, so many paths that he could take. The universe was open to him, now. So far as he knew, he was the last and indeed the only Jedi master left in the galaxy. What others had done in the past, their mistakes and triumphs were his alone to bear. Luke was their legacy; whatever it was to be a Jedi would be told through his eyes. Much of his time was spent looking for Jedi artifacts, scouring what little remained in the Coruscant archives, hunting rumour after rumour at the promise of surviving force-sensitives across the galaxy. What did it mean to be a Jedi? How did one come to be a master? How could Luke remain faithful to the Jedi legacy while addressing the bigotry and close-mindedness of the past? He often conferred with Obi-Wan and Yoda’s force ghosts, usually in the late evening or early morning. Their advice grew stale with time, both reminiscent of the Jedi order’s greatness when they were young. They warned Luke to not fall prey to his feelings, lest they lead him into the darkness. As he grew older, Luke found it harder and harder to justify absolutes. There could be no absolute darkness, no absolute light. There were always cracks in the glass, slivers of joy and peace and contentment, even if one’s heart had soured with the ways of the world. Could a Jedi truly have no attachments? Possessiveness, Luke could understand. A lover or a friend is not an object one can covet exclusively, hold in the air against one’s will. Love is reciprocated, love is open hands; love is the realization that another’s happiness is equal to your own. Love was not love when it was exclusive. Love is what Luke saw when he saw the child and his father. Luke couldn’t claim to know or understand what his companion thought or felt. He was stoic and silent, speaking only when necessary, and then most often to his child. Love flowed out of him like a flood, bursting forth without thought or restraint. He loved the child desperately, with a heartwarming affection that stemmed from loss. Luke knew better than to press; whatever he had witnessed on Tython was a desperate thing. His companion had been of the heart and mind that he would lose the child forever if Luke took him. It had shocked and deeply disturbed him. What had happened to make the Mandalorian think that Luke, a perfect stranger, take a child away from his father with no hope of return. It was devastating, and that was before Luke knew the child. Grogu’s love for his father was profound, deeper perhaps than any love Luke had ever known. Grogu loved unconditionally, desperately; his whole soul was wrapped around that of his father. And it was reciprocated. Din protected the child, and the child loved him; they were tied in the force; together. Even if he was able to, even if Luke wanted to, he’d never be able to breach it. What the Mandalorian and his child had, Din had never seen anything like it. They were family together or parted. Bound together in ways Luke could never understand. He had had his aunt and uncle, and later Leia and Han. But a mother, a father; Luke would never have what the child did. He might be a Jedi Master, a general, a grown man , but a part of him would always be an orphan on Tatooine, unsure of who he could be. Unaware that great things were awaiting him. But Grogu didn’t need greatness; he already possessed it. The child’s strength in the force was extraordinary; he would be a Jedi knight if he wanted to be. And he was so pure, so young, his force signature was bright , dancing on the edge of his consciousness like the light of the setting suns. Luke wanted to train him, wanted to see how they could learn from one another. Grogu had told Luke about his time in the Jedi temple on Coruscant, about the masters and padawans before Order 66. That part of the child’s consciousness was clouded, murky. It was clear to Luke that the child had been forced to hide his abilities; even now, he restrained himself. Meditating made it easier for Luke to feel the child and understand his past to progress into the future. And his father, holy Hoth, Luke didn’t know what to think of Grogu’s buir. He was intimidating, tall, bound in impenetrable armour. He rarely spoke, but the child had told Luke about him through their force bond, telling Luke about their ship, their time in the market, the frogs he had eaten playing with his friend Winta by the ponds. He told Luke about his bantha toy, his fish and his durasteel knob his buir had given him. Luke remembered the joy in the child’s eyes the night before when Grogu showed Luke his new tunic. It was made of red fabric, and even though Grogu hadn’t fully understood what ad meant (which was fair, considering Luke hadn’t either), he understood the significance. This meant something to his buir, and Grogu was honoured to have been trusted with it. The tunic was carefully sewn, its seams even and straight, and Luke thanked the child both verbally and mentally for telling him. Luke had begun constructing the first tenuous threads of their force-bond, connecting Grogu to him in the way that Obi-Wan and Yoda had taught him all those years ago. As he meditated on it, Luke couldn’t help the feeling something already established was a bond that he couldn’t explain. It felt… strong , reciprocated. The Mandalorian had told him that he wasn’t force-sensitive, but Luke was starting to think that it wasn’t true. There was a thread connecting father and son, a force bond that couldn’t exist without communication coming from both sides. Maybe the Mandalorian didn’t know; it was possible. Some force-sensitive beings had hidden their abilities, or more often still, had no way of comprehending that which they had. Luke suspected that Grogu’s father fell into the latter category. It was strange, but not unheard of, for Mandalorians to have the abilities of the Jedi. Luke wondered if his companion knew. But he had to, Luke reasoned with himself. He was smart enough to have realized that something strange was happening. There was something extraordinary in their bond between the boy and his father. Grogu was delighted, and Luke smiled, thinking about how much joy and happiness the child exuded when his father was nearby. Luke took a deep breath, sitting cross-legged in the sand beside the house. The Jedi meditated for any number of reasons, but as Luke closed his eyes and steadied his breathing, he could feel it. The force sang to him, whispered about him like an early morning breeze. It tangled itself in the sand below his body, in the wispy clouds far above him. The force dipped and swirled across every grain of sand, every house, every person. Luke let his hands fall to his knees and just breathed, becoming one with all that was around him. The early morning air was cool but warming with each passing second. Luke took a breath and imagined all his thoughts lining up in a row and dismissed them one by one. His missing X-wing, his lost droid. The worries of his sister and friends on Chandrila and his inability to contact them. He took another breath and continued down the list. Jedi do not covet; Jedi do not possess. Thoughts are vapour and memory, and Jedi are above them. Jedi are above the common and unbroken; Jedi are the peacekeepers of the galaxy. But what it meant to be a Jedi was up to him, now. This path was his to take alone. He thought of Boba Fett, the bounty hunter Han had tossed into the sarlaac pit by accident all those years ago. He thought of his ship, the strange gyroscopic interior, the worry of the Mandalorian hanging thick in the air. He thought of the rocks and the sand, the air and the binary suns of Tatooine, and slowly, he let them go. Feeling them fade to mist and vapour and float into the air. Luke felt warmth on his eyelids and blinked his weary eyes open. The suns were rising, the lesser first, but the latter was rosy on the sandy horizon. It had been months since Luke had allowed himself the luxury of watching the suns rise. There was something peaceful in their inevitability; time never stopped, it never stood still. Until the suns burst into supernovas and faded from the sky, they would rise, peak and set. Not even the Jedi could prevent the inevitable. Luke heard a disturbance behind him and lowered himself back to the ground, feeling his feet dip into the warming sand as he landed. The Mandalorian must be up, Luke thought with a small smile. The child must be wanting breakfast. The eager and soft force imprint of the child danced around the doorway, and Luke grinned fully at the sight of the child cooing in his father’s arms. The Mandalorian held the baby securely, not surprised to see Luke as he entered the house. “Good morning,” Luke said pleasantly, walking over to the caf machine. The Mandalorian acknowledged him and nodded, settling the child on a chair before rising. “Did you sleep well?” “Yes,” the Mandalorian said, walking over to the icebox. Luke never had been one for idle chatter; words lost their meaning when used in excess. He appreciated the direct nature of his companion, even if the silence could be confusing at times. Luke punched in the code for a singular cup of caf before turning to his companion, gesturing to the rumbling machine. “Would you care for a cup?” “No, thank you,” the Mandalorian said stiffly, retrieving the bowls of stew and vegetables and feeding them into the heating element. Luke nodded, not exactly perturbed, but dancing on a knife-edge of curiosity. He tried to tune out the child’s repetitious calls for sweets, one he wasn’t sure his companion had noticed if his stiff posture was anything to go by. Luke hesitated in calming the child with their fledgling force bond, mindful of how invasive an unexpected presence could be. The child cooed and babbled to himself, his thoughts fluttering quickly from one to another. The pendant Luke had noticed the day before was around the child’s neck, the cord taut on the back of his tunic as he gummed on the Mythosaur’s tusks. He was so small, so innocent. So deserving of attentive care, so worthy of a father who loved him. Grogu caught his father’s gaze, and his force signature was sunshine, bright golden beams that illuminated the world around him. Luke let himself be swept away in the flood of warmth the child offered his father, unsure if the man could feel it, wondering if his companion could sense how much the child loved him. “Here,” the Mandalorian said softly, a plate of warmed leftovers placed in front of Luke. He turned to look at his companion, a smile dancing on the edge of his lips. “Eat, I need to speak to Vanth,” “Vanth?” Luke inquired, watching the baby cuddle closer to his father. “Yes,” the Mandalorian said. “The Marshal. Can you take the little one?” “Yes,” Luke said, reaching up for the baby, smiling as the child relaxed into Luke’s arms. The Mandalorian ran a hand over the child’s head and left without a word. Luke adjusted the child in his arms, looking down at the meal the Mandalorian had prepared for him. It was the same meal as the day before, but Luke was touched, just the same. A bowl full to the brim of bantha milk pudding sat beside his plate, and Luke raised a spoon with a surge of happiness. It had been years since he’d had it; certainly, there were better things to eat, and not many in the core worlds enjoyed it. Bantha milk had been a staple of his childhood, a cheap and plentiful thing that had been at every breakfast of his younger years. It was plain but sweet and filling. Luke had struggled to contain his excitement the night prior when he noticed it, and his companion must have noticed. The last scrapings of the bowl were on the table, neatly divided into two bowls. He took a bite, letting the familiar taste warm him up. The baby giggled, one clawed hand dipping into his bowl and lifting it to his mouth. “Do you like it, Grogu?” The baby grinned a toothy grin, and Luke felt an influx of images. His father, the plush toy he had cuddled with the night before, a woman in armour he didn’t recognize. He felt joy, contentment. Without words, the child had communicated a clear message, whatever it was that Luke was to this family of two, he was becoming a part of it. The child shared his life with Luke, his joy, happiness, and the love he shared with his buir. Luke took another bite but dropped the spoon before it reached his mouth, his mind swimming with an abrupt influx of information. A man with a blaster and a masked face broke through a door, the sunlight harsh and jarring in the dark space. A woman was below him, also heavily armed, looking down at a pale blue Twi'lek woman, struggling against chains. The woman shot the bracers away and nodded as the Twi'lek fled, her torn manacles rushing against the stoned floor. Luke watched, askance, as the man turned his attention to the bulbous Twi'lek on the throne. He heard the man’s nervous welcome to the masked figure and watched with horror as he was shot where he sat, pushed away from the throne. It wasn’t until the man sat that Luke recognized him. The paint was new, but the armour was painfully familiar. Boba Fett had retaken the syndicate on Tatooine. Luke gasped, pulling himself from the vision with difficulty. His breath came hot and fast, and he scooped up the baby and ran towards the door. continued

[entrepreneursinthemaking]

A Short Interview with an Entreprenuer

In the last five years, the "Melgo Store" in Sto. Nino, Manolo Fortich, Bukidnon, has opened. 

The store's owner, Mrs. Roselyn Melgo, explained that she and her husband came up with the idea of starting their own business so that they could have their own income. 

They were both farmers before and had to deal with extreme heat on the farm. They're also sick of walking back and forth because it's such a lengthy trip. That is why they decided to construct a Sari-Sari store to help people meet their food, clothing, and other needs.

Even though they have a decent quantity of cash daily, they manage to take one step at a time to be able to build their business, while the income is modest at first.

#business #people #entrepreneuer #entrepreneuership #localbusiness #interview #technopreneurship

[dia-m-o]

Today its a Good day for Melgos island

[chaosmultiverse-a]

So headcanon about chapter 7. I think the player will get a chance to, if not have to fight Kris, rn I’m leaning into the idea of them being a secret boss type,  or like only being a boss in one route while in other routes not being a boss here are more details.

I think that which secret bosses the player did the fights of could change what attacks Kris can do (since said boss’s turn into items that Kris could use)

Possibility characters like Ralsei & Susie might pick sides in the fight & help or hurt the player

During the fight I think the player would be playing as the vessel made at the start of the game, perhaps said  vessel having different traits in the fight based off what you said about ‘em in the start

I think the point of the fight would be to regain control over Kris

That or Kris is trying to stop the player sorta like Sans in no mercy

Lastly I think the song for it would be melgo strike back

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[rbeatz]

Mark Melgo – Lose Control Feat. Aphtanan

Mark Melgo wrote Lose Control song on his last day in his home county of Costa Rica. He is currently residing in Rome, Italy. What caught my ear on this one was the festival style dancehall horns on the chorus. These are some BIG room horns that really got me grooving. I can see this song making a killing come summer festival season. The song features vocals by Apthanan from Canada. The chorus arrangement has more of moombahton style, but the instruments and melodies are reminiscent of dancehall, reminding me of Major Lazer.

The vocals on this track sound authentic. They don’t sound over saturated, and it almost sounds like Apthanan is in the room with you, which I thought was pretty cool! The song received positive feedback from Bad Royale and Happy Colors. Bad Royale was one of my top 10 favorite acts at Electric Zoo. Click HERE to read the full rBeatzRadio Electric Zoo review if you haven’t already.

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[radiokilledmusic]

The Immature Kids & Mark Melgo - You & I

[libbylay0024]

https://soundcloud.com/hipsters-collective/real-talk-mark-melgo-remix

[dragosilver]

“Drago Tales” Cute Stuff (for @melody_voice_sketch and @blurpie_the_idiot Hope Enjoy it and feel free like and comment) #dragotails #dragotailsultimate #dragotailsfuture #dragoxmelody #melgo #jemonxspinel #jeminelart #demonxblurpie https://www.instagram.com/p/B9k8QeLJmVU/?igshid=s6sxsbn8c7it

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Cebuano News: Unang kaso batok NPA tungod sa paglapas sa IHL pormal nga giduso sa korte

#PHinfo: Cebuano News: Unang kaso batok NPA tungod sa paglapas sa IHL pormal nga giduso sa korte

MALAYBALAY CITY, Bukidnon, Nov. 22 (PIA) --Unang kaso batok sa New People’s Army kon NPA tungod sa paglapas niini sa International Humanitarian Law kon IHL pormal nga gi-file niadtong Miyerkules, Nobyembre 20, 2019, sa Regional Trial Court Branch 25, ang korte nga gitudlo aron mo-atiman sa mga kaso nga may kalabutan sa IHL dinhi sa rehiyon.

Gibutyag ni Bukidnon Provincial Prosecutor Rommel Alonto nga ang kaso may kalabutan sa pag-atake nga gihimo sa mga myembro sa NPA sa Sitio Aurora, Barangay Santo Niño sa Manolo Fortich, Bukidnon niadtong Mayo 28, 2019.

Matud ni Alonto nga ang mga akusado mao sila ni Omben alyas “Ronron, alyas Jhon”; Lino Namatidong alyas “Dahun”; Mylen Colita alyas “Maymay”; ug Toto Taquin alyas “Jepoy” nga tanan ubos sa Sub Regional Command (SRC) 1 ug 2 ug Guerrilla Front 89 sa North Central Mindanao Regional Committee (NCMRC).

Sumala niya, ang nasangpit nga mga akusado nakalapas sa dili makatarungan  ug dili-tawhanong pagtratar kang Ramiro Melgo Restauro, usa ka barangay tanod sa Santo Niño nga usa ka sibilyan. 

Si BrigGen. Edgardo De Leon, 403rd Infantry Brigade commander, miingon nga ang insidente giangkon sa tigpamaba sa NCMRC nga si Pia Paraiso.

Miingon si De Leon nga na-dokumento kini sa mga testigo ug ang biktima makaila sa mga sad-an.

“Hindi pinapayagan ng IHL na idamay ang mga sibilyan. Sa ilalim ng IHL, ang mga biktima ng karahasan ay ‘entitled’ na magkaroon ng ‘indemnification’. Aside from that, yung mga gumawa ng karahasan ay dapat mabigyan ng sentensyang kriminal,” dugang pa niya.

Sumala ni De Leon nga nangandam sila sa mga kaso sa paglapas sa IHL batok sa NPA ubos sa NCMRC aron mapahunong ang ilang padayon nga pag pangataki batok sa mga sibilyan.

“Ang tanan namong gihimo nahi-uyon sa IHL ug among gi-seguro nga ang tanan namong operasyon wala nakalapas sa mga probisyon sa IHL.  Mao sad unta ang angay buhaton sa mga NPA, tanan nga mga aksyon kinahanglan nga nahisubay ug motuman sa mga probisyon sa IHL,” dugang niya.

Samtang, si Regional State Prosecutor Merlyn Uy miingon nga panahon na alang sa gobyerno nga i-‘file’ ang kaso sa IHL aron ang pamunuan sa NPA ug mga miyembro nga responsable dunay tulubagon ubos sa balaod.

"Kami, nga mga mag-uusig sa Department of Justice, nia aron usisa-on ang tanan nga mga taho ug reklamo sa posible nga mga paglapas sa balaod. Sa panahon nga kita maghusay sa usa ka kaso alang sa imbestigasyon, wala kami'y dapigan tungod kay kinahanglan nato mahibal-an kung dunay posibilidad nga suportahan ang usa ka kaso nga gisang-at sa korte. Sa higayon nga makit-an namo ang posible nga hinungdan, uban kami sa gobyerno ug nag presentar sa gobyerno sa pagpahamtang sa tanan nga mga nakasala sa balaod, matud ni Uy. (BGEpan/PIA Bukidnon)

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References:

* Philippine Information Agency. "Cebuano News: Unang kaso batok NPA tungod sa paglapas sa IHL pormal nga giduso sa korte." Philippine Information Agency. https://pia.gov.ph/news/articles/1030999 (accessed December 01, 2019 at 10:18AM UTC+08).

* Philippine Infornation Agency. "Cebuano News: Unang kaso batok NPA tungod sa paglapas sa IHL pormal nga giduso sa korte." Archive Today. https://archive.ph/?run=1&url=https://pia.gov.ph/news/articles/1030999 (archived).

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