759373774404 Deoxys D form
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Deoxys is a Psychic-type Pokemon in Pokemon Scarlet and Violet (SV). Deoxys has no evolutions, and is in the Undiscovered Egg Group. Learn how to get Deoxys and all locations, and the stats, abilities, Gen 9 learnset of all moves, best Tera Type and Nature, and weaknesses of Deoxys here. Deoxys is an alien-like, bipedal Pokémon that has four forms, each focused on a different stat. The main components that are constant for all four forms are dominantly a red color, a light blue face, and three light blue dots on its back arranged in a triangle. Deoxys is an extraterrestrial Pokémon that was coming towards the planet inside the Grand Meteor Delta during the Delta Episode, however, the meteor is destroyed and Deoxys is defeated before any of them could get to the planet by the player and Mega Rayquaza. Deoxys emerged from a virus that came from space. It is highly intelligent and wields psychokinetic powers. This Pokémon shoots lasers from the crystalline organ on its chest. The DNA of a space virus underwent a sudden mutation upon exposure to a laser beam and resulted in Deoxys. Deoxys Pokédex entry containing stats, abilities, moves learnset, evolution chain, and more. Deoxys is an alien-like bipedal Pokémon that has four Forms, each focused on a different stat. The main components that are constant for all four Forms are a dominant reddish-orange color, a greenish-blue face, and three greenish-blue dots on its back arranged in a triangle. Deoxys emerged from a virus that came from space. It is highly intelligent and wields psychokinetic powers. This Pokémon shoots lasers from the crystalline organ on its chest. Pokédex entry for #386 Deoxys containing stats, moves learned, evolution chain, location and more! Deoxys is a Mythical Psychic-type Pokémon in Pokémon GO. As a Psychic-type Pokémon, Deoxys is weak to Bug, Dark, and Ghost-type moves. Deoxys's maximum Combat Power stat is 3573 CP , and its best Pokémon GO moves are Zen Headbutt and Thunderbolt. Deoxys Pokémon Serebii.net Pokédex providing all details on moves, stats, abilities, evolution data and locations for Pokémon Brilliant Diamond & Shining Pearl
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2025.01.22 23:18 Shot-Percentage-10 Connecting to kidde vs4/vs2
 | Kidde vs2/vs4 Hello everyone, had a question if anyone has some time. Kinda confused on a kidde vs4. Rest assured I do work with fire panels daily and won’t be doing any funky stuff but we don’t come across kidde panels often, I’ll try to be as straight to the point and clear as possible. for context I just need to get into the programming to pull the device addresses for central station So I’m unable to connect for some reason. 1st issue is panel is labeled as a vs4 but when using that option on the vs cu software it says mismatch it should be vs2, okay fine, I switch to vs2 but it still won’t connect. I initially started with version 4.20 VS CU software didn’t work, went up to 4.40 and it doesn’t even have the vs2 panel option . Then dropped all the way down to 4.10 nothing. I also occasionally get something that says error packet CRC error After multiple attempts rechecking wiring etc. version 4.20 connects to the panel after multiple attempts I start seeing data flow example retrieving loop 0 device 1 retrieving loop 0 device 2 but at the very end it says communication time out check your connection I avoid posting and taking peoples time but I’m at a loss lmao. Attempted fixes / already done — -Panel is in access level 2 -rs232 is enabled - I’ve tried two different SA-232 programming cards one is a green board rev3 and a newer blue board rev4 - tried software versions 4.10, 4.20, 4.40 - com port location verified and using rs232 port on a dell latitude submitted by Shot-Percentage-10 to firealarms [link] [comments] |
2025.01.22 23:18 Tall-Run5531 Dermaplaning
Hey everyone,
I’m still pretty new to dermaplaning and wanted to reach out for any tips or tricks you might have for shortening the service time while still delivering great results. I originally trained with Dermalogica but have been exploring ways to improve my efficiency. I’ve checked out YouTube but haven’t found anything particularly helpful.
If you’ve tried different techniques or have advice on what’s worked for you, I’d really appreciate hearing your insights!
Thanks so much!
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2025.01.22 23:18 Prestigious-Issue-41 Over analyzation killing the bedroom
I 40(Hlm) came home from work today and after settling into my normal routine my wife 36(llf) comes into the room and locks the door. Her next words to me are, "Do you want to have a quickie?" I am at first excited as our last attempt at sex was voided do to her needing to relieve herself which killed the mood as I wasn't aware she needed to go so bad and felt like an asshole for having sex with her and her not feeling like she could tell me something so basic during an intimate moment. Bad husband.
My wife seemed like she was trying to make up for the other attempt with this after-work quickie and I was more than ready, until she started saying things which ultimately turned me off completely. Before I could even get fully undressed she had let me know that it was normal for parents to have quickies with kids in the house and differing schedules (I completely agree), after nodding my head she then says I just hope you can be quiet since you hear everything in this house (also agree; don't want the kids knowing what we're up to and possibly traumatizing them), at this point I noticed how anxious she was and tried to re-assure her but she gave me the cherry with "Let's just get this over with." I immediately lost all interest in sex.
Realizing her mistake she tried to reel it back. But I said I wasn't in the mood anymore. This then led to a conversation in which I discovered she could care less about sex and would be fine without it for the rest of her life. At thirteen years married and two kids this is quite a revelation. My wife began to explain that she feels like I over analyze our sex life and this has caused her to want sex less often as she feels like she can't satisfy me. I told her I was sorry I made her feel that way as it wasn't my intent. I tried to explain to her that I had felt her loss of passion and interest in me over last few years and I frustrated by the preceding lack of intimacy or passion from her. Her response was to say to me in exasperation " Why can't you be like any other normal man and just have sex when it's offered." I took a moment to respond as I was bit stunned by this and replied "I don't think it's wrong for husband to want some bit of desire or passion from his wife..."
Wrong thing to say apparently as I now became primary villain numero uno in this exchange. She began twenty minute verbal spillage of why I was wrong. I agreed to disagree and countered with us needing to seek professional help from a marriage counselor. She brought up my past issue with seeing a therapist (one which was proscribed for her anxiety over four years ago) and not really committing to the effort to which I said I would make my best effort if she would, to which she gave some non-comital agreements to as she walked out of the room.
I feel we have some serious communication issues and it seems I am always painted as the antagonist/villain in our talks no matter what qualifiers I use or how lightly I try to tread. I honestly believe a marriage counselor may be our last shot at repairing our marriage let alone the deadbedroom.
(Just for clarification I am pretty thorough with my hygiene and though I could stand to lose some weight though she has never had issue with this in the past)
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2025.01.22 23:18 how_to_namegenerator Congrats… I guess?
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2025.01.22 23:18 Prestigious-Issue-41 Over analyzation killing the bedroom
I 40(Hlm) came home from work today and after settling into my normal routine my wife 36(llf) comes into the room and locks the door. Her next words to me are, "Do you want to have a quickie?" I am at first excited as our last attempt at sex was voided do to her needing to relieve herself which killed the mood as I wasn't aware she needed to go so bad and felt like an asshole for having sex with her and her not feeling like she could tell me something so basic during an intimate moment. Bad husband.
My wife seemed like she was trying to make up for the other attempt with this after-work quickie and I was more than ready, until she started saying things which ultimately turned me off completely. Before I could even get fully undressed she had let me know that it was normal for parents to have quickies with kids in the house and differing schedules (I completely agree), after nodding my head she then says I just hope you can be quiet since you hear everything in this house (also agree; don't want the kids knowing what we're up to and possibly traumatizing them), at this point I noticed how anxious she was and tried to re-assure her but she gave me the cherry with "Let's just get this over with." I immediately lost all interest in sex.
Realizing her mistake she tried to reel it back. But I said I wasn't in the mood anymore. This then led to a conversation in which I discovered she could care less about sex and would be fine without it for the rest of her life. At thirteen years married and two kids this is quite a revelation. My wife began to explain that she feels like I over analyze our sex life and this has caused her to want sex less often as she feels like she can't satisfy me. I told her I was sorry I made her feel that way as it wasn't my intent. I tried to explain to her that I had felt her loss of passion and interest in me over last few years and I frustrated by the preceding lack of intimacy or passion from her. Her response was to say to me in exasperation " Why can't you be like any other normal man and just have sex when it's offered." I took a moment to respond as I was bit stunned by this and replied "I don't think it's wrong for husband to want some bit of desire or passion from his wife..."
Wrong thing to say apparently as I now became primary villain numero uno in this exchange. She began twenty minute verbal spillage of why I was wrong. I agreed to disagree and countered with us needing to seek professional help from a marriage counselor. She brought up my past issue with seeing a therapist (one which was proscribed for her anxiety over four years ago) and not really committing to the effort to which I said I would make my best effort if she would, to which she gave some non-comital agreements to as she walked out of the room.
I feel we have some serious communication issues and it seems I am always painted as the antagonist/villain in our talks no matter what qualifiers I use or how lightly I try to tread. I honestly believe a marriage counselor may be our last shot at repairing our marriage let alone the deadbedroom.
(Just for clarification I am pretty thorough with my hygiene and though I could stand to lose some weight though she has never had issue with this in the past)
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2025.01.22 23:18 Kgproductions_ I can see why advertisers want nothing to do with Elon Musk's Twitter / X...Freedom of speech is great as it's nice to hear different perspectives on a topic but, this is just disgusting. There is literally no moderation on X, say whatever you want....
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2025.01.22 23:18 Hot-Sock-9736 12 speed Ultegra Di2 doesn’t fully charge
Why does my brand new 12 speed Ultegra Di2 not fully charge after being plugged in for 18 hours? I only get a flashing green light after 18 hours! Please don’t judge me! This is my first time using Di2.
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2025.01.22 23:18 Technical-Stock-6643 Getting b12 injections, did purging cause my deficiency?
Hello, due to some fatigue I had a lot of labs done and I was severely b12 deficient. My doc recommended that I get b12 injections due to the severity of my fatigue. I'm not sure how I came to be deficient.
I have a long history of purging and laxative use. I have not heard of these things causing defencencies in b12 and I am trying to understand if that is the problem or if it is something else.
Thank you for any help and let me know if I should clarify anything. F22 5'2 110lbs
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2025.01.22 23:18 OrchidBest Muskrat becomes the Alpha Turkey
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2025.01.22 23:18 imBRANDNEWtoreddit In your personal opinion is 31 too early to constantly worry about dying of old age?
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2025.01.22 23:18 Chocobo23456 Could Internet Forums and Email communication make a return after recent events?
Hello 🤠👋 everyone. With the Reddit Solidarity Ban of X(and Possibly other social Media for some), I was wondering if we could return to pre social media days of the Internet.
I'm not too sure about Political Forums but anything Geeky or Sports could bounce back hard with Forums. Even Gaming Leaks or Drama could work well with dedicated Blogs post and Notable Insider's sharing information. And return of Email Communication would be nice, Fun Chain Emails and Sending Emails to friends with non-politic stuff sounds great in theory.
I'm a Black American and obviously scared of the future but I'm always optimistic. We could see(or start) resurgence rather than going to social media alternatives.
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2025.01.22 23:18 SpyRole_ Shackled Exalted, Chapter 15: An unexpected encounter
Chapter 1 | Previous Chapter
Emil The interloper entered the room. Emil listened closely. The old wooden floor creaked under the weight of their footsteps.
They’re alone.
He heard something being placed on the table nearby. Emil took a chance and peeked his eyes open. A hooded figure stood across from the room. Their backs were turned, occupied with unloading the items in their arms. The oversized cloak covering their body made it ambiguous who exactly he was dealing with.
Emil glanced at the table. He found an assortment of bottles and various miscellaneous items. Scissors and a set of clean bandages amongst the pile. There was a faint astringent stench of alcohol mixed with the fresh scent of wet herbs.
He moved his hand away from the knife concealed against his leg.
“So, which one of my organs are you planning to harvest first?” he suddenly asked. The stranger let out a panicked yip, startled—fumbling as they dropped all the items onto the table at once.
Definitely a woman. Or…an extremely effeminate man.
“H-Harvest organs?! Wha—gosh no, that sounds horrific. Is that what they do here? I would never!” the stranger exclaimed.
Emil raised an eye. No one who's a native of Lower Dannan speaks like this. The person spun around, visibly flustered as they brushed away strands of black hair covering their eyes. A girl. Aroound his age. She had features that resembled a doll, pale skin nearly porcelain white, decorated by a pair of emerald eyes glistening under the dim candlelight.
Looks like someone’s expensive daughter ran away from home.
It was a surprisingly common story—the estranged daughter of a noble family in Upper Dannan decides that their life at home was too suffocating and makes a rash decision to run away. Someway or another they end up in the slums. Most manage to return home with just a few traumatic experiences under their belt. Some are never seen again.
The stranger’s naturally pale skin and her mannerisms were dead giveaways.
“If you’re not here to harvest my organs, then what am I doing here?” Emil asked, barely hiding his smirk.
The young lady blinked, eyeing him with a blank stare, “Oh, do you not remember? You collapsed on the ground near my residence. You were a wet mess. I eventually managed to drag you inside myself.”
Oh. The vague recollection slowly trickled in. He must have been desperate to find shelter from the rain. In a normal situation, he would have never allowed himself to pass out in the open. It could have gone bad. The slum residents were cut throat. There was a real chance he could have gotten robbed and killed in his sleep.
“Sorry,” Emil apologized, grimacing at his carelessness, “And thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” the young lady smiled before asking a question, “But what happened to you anyways?” She glanced down the length of his body. Emil realized that his torso was covered in rags. He had ripped off his chain mail after killing the Aois Nua Exalted. The rest of his clothes were badly singed by his own flames. The remnants were stained with ash and char. Glimpses of his skin peeked out from the gaps, unveiling the glaring blisters and blots of red.
“…Occupational hazard," he replied.
“Huh? You look like you got burned…do you work in the mines or workshops then?”
"Yes, I'm an apprentice blacksmith." Emil responded with a vague smile.
“But then why you did end up like this?” the young lady frowned, “Were you doing something suspicious? You've had to be, I don't recall the work of blacksmiths being this dangerous.”
Definitely not a native of the slums. She doesn’t know when to stop prying.
“Everyone has a few secrets that can’t be shared,” Emil said, his eyes dancing with a mischievous glint, “I’m sure you can sympathize.”
“Excuse me?” she blinked, clearly confused. Emil sighed.* Is she seriously oblivious? How did she even survive down here being this naïve?* He decided to clear up her ignorance. It was the least he could do for someone who saved his life.
“First of all, there’s an unspoken rule in the slums to not pry if someone refuses to answer properly the first time. Second, fix your mannerisms and word choice. No one speaks like the way you do down here.”
The young lady’s pale face burned red.
“I—” she tried to protest.
“Third,” Emil stressed, cutting her off, “Only prostitutes have pale skins like yours in the slums. Even then, their faces are caked in powder. If you want to blend in, you should at least smear parts of your face in dirt and charcoal. Slouch a bit as well. Your posture is too straight. And then there’s your eyes…” Emil frowned. Those pair of emeralds would attract attention no matter the place. “I recommend not making eye contact if possible. And keep your hood on at all times.”
The young lady immediately pulled her hood over her eyes. “I’ll keep your advice in mind,” she whispered, the corners of her mouth quivering. She suddenly turned around and fetched a few bottles she left on the table earlier. “In exchange for your wisdom, please allow me to treat your burns.” She enthusiastically uncorked some of the bottles loose.
Emil was instantly assaulted by the powerful stench of alcohol. “Put that away,” he said, scrunching his face in disgust.
“Why?”
“No offense, but you have no experience treating a burn, do you?”
The young lady stammered, trying to come with a retort.
Emil drove the point home, “Reading stuff from a book doesn’t count.”
The statement silenced her.
“...It’s fine. I appreciate the gesture, but please do what I say instead,” he then asked, “Do you have any ointment?”
The young lady approached him with another assortment of bottles. Emil narrowed his eyes as he scrutinized the containers, fighting the urge to sigh. Of course, none of them are labelled. He isolated the ones that were colorless and took a whiff. Two of them produced no odors. He then dabbed his tongue on the edges of both.
“This is aloe vera.” He motioned towards the ointment with a bitter taste. He tried to sit up, and then promptly gave up. Pain rippled down the length of his body, protesting with vengeance. His limbs refused to move—fighting back with an agonizing shock each time he tried to force it.
“Please, let me help,” the young lady insisted as she made Emil lay back down, “What do I need to do?”
“…Smear it across the red areas. Avoid any blisters.”
She nodded and got to work. After rolling up her sleeves, she reached her pristine hands into the bottle. Then as gently as she could muster, she lifted the rags off his chest and began to spread the ointment.
Silence settled in. Light rain continued to patter against the roof. Emil stared at the walls, trying not to distract the young lady’s work. She wore a scowl; her lips pulsed, eyes furrowed, deep in concentration. Frankly, this was a bizarre situation, even for him. Getting his burns treated by a runaway noble was definitely an uncommon experience.
“…Doesn’t it hurt?” she suddenly asked.
“Not at all,” he replied curtly. That earned him a glare. The young lady narrowed her eyes, obviously unconvinced. Emil sighed, “I’m used to it. This isn’t the first time it’s happened. The pain is manageable so far. Or perhaps enough of my nerves have been burned away? Either way, you haven’t caused me any discomfort.”
With that, the young lady resumed her treatment. A thought settled in Emil’s head. This is a rare opportunity. It wasn’t everyday that he got to speak so intimately with someone of noble heritage. A connection with a noble never hurt anyone. Especially if he ever decided to escape Steiger’s grasp.
“I’m Miles, by the way. How about yourself?”
The young lady remained silent. Then, after a minute, she finally replied, “…I'm Lisha.”
You might have as well just told me it was a fake name. Emil rolled his eyes. Well, not like I’m any better.
“Well then, Lisha, thank you for everything you’re doing. There’s not much I can offer you, but is there anything I can do to repay this?” he asked. He wasn’t naïve. He had experienced enough to know that “kindness” did not come without strings attached.
Lisha paused to stare at him.
“Hm? Do I need a reason to help someone out?” she said, tilting her head. The remark made Emil hold his breath. Lisha must have noticed his strange reaction. “But if you insist…”
Her opulent green eyes glimmered under the dim light. For the first time since their encounter, Lisha wore a faint smile.
“…If we ever encounter each other again, please treat me to a meal.”
Did she just assume that I’m literate? He grinned at her naivety as he read the note. The message was short and concise, wishing him well and a swift recovery. Emil folded the note neatly and stashed it in his pockets. Feeling peckish, he turned towards the meal laid out for him.
He took a bite. The lightly salted flavors danced in his mouth. Tears suddenly clouded his eyes.
“Do I need a reason to help someone out?” Lisha’s words echoed in his head. Caught off guard, Emil scrunched his face, desperate to not let the waterworks pour.
He couldn’t remember the last time that a stranger showed him kindness without an agenda. Before his parents’ deaths, he was the son of a merchant family who lived in a world dominated by transactions. After that, he became an orphan in a nation where orphans were despised. And even now, he was an unwilling dog of Steiger.
For the first time in his wretched life, he received a small helping hand.
The plate was suddenly empty. Emil sat there, indulging in this rare moment of warmth. Once the novelty wore off, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and reminded himself why he was here in the first place.
He was in the slums, undercover as Nostra bodyguard, trying to find a stolen cache of Azurite. The kingdom's stability was at risk. A treasure trove of medicine for Raz on the line, contingent on his success.
Alright, enough of that.
When he opened his eyes again, his hopeful glint disappeared. Once more, he donned the mask of a Steiger Cleaner.
Royal Road
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