#'what is the obstacle what is the easiest way to remove it'

[hereticpriest]

Clutch

Relationship: Helmut Zemo x SuperSoldier Reader

Warnings: Happy Hydra Hunting, Badass Reader, Supersoldier Reader, Badass Helmut Zemo, Kink with minimal negotiation but fully consensual, pre-existing relationship, daddy kink, impact play, spanking, punishment, Dom Helmut Zemo, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, pregnancy.

Baron Helmut Zemo watched through a high-powered scope as his lutka approached a brutalistic compound circled with old, rusted wire fencing. She was dressed comfortably for the American Midwest autumn weather, and for the physical activity she was about to do, in thick leggings topped with a long-sleeved sweatshirt. He selfishly took a brief pause to zoom in on the curve of her bum and the flex of her biceps as she gripped the chainlinks of the fence in her hands and tore them apart like it was nothing. God, he loved when she did that. There was nothing hotter to him than his beautiful woman tearing apart any obstacle in her way. Except, perhaps, when she took out an opponent before they even knew they were in a fight.

The Sokovian Baron was perched on an abandoned building a quarter of a mile away, with a good eye line and decent cover. His kraljica was protective, and she liked to keep him out of the line of fire whenever she could, but she never acted like he couldn’t protect himself. She teased him often for his own protective nature when they had been travelling with Bucky and Sam, calling him ‘action man’ and teasingly referring to herself as his damsel in distress. She acknowledged his skill, however, and made good use of it whenever she could. He was better with technology than she was, and he was a skilled engineer, along with being a brilliant man. He was an immensely talented soldier, a leader, a spy and a surprisingly good thief when he was in the mood for it. His mačka, on the other hand, was a talented fighter only made more so by her enhancements. Her senses were off the charts, and she was faster than any other super soldier he’d ever seen, but her reflexes were easily the most impressive enhancement she had. She was a survivalist, gifted at living with limited resources in harsh conditions, and she was a talented hunter. She was multilingual, well-read, and understood an impressive amount about biology and medicine. They made a good duo - two different kinds of hunters working together to flush out and destroy their enemy.

A patrol guard approached where his woman was scouting from, and Zemo watched as before he could even open his mouth to warn her of the danger, she was striking like a cobra. A fist to the throat silenced the man, her ankle sweeping his legs out from under him so that he fell in her arms in a manner that was reminiscent of a dip while dancing. He doesn't see the guard's end. He does not need to in order to know that he will no longer be with this world. When it came to Hydra, his kraljica left no man alive.

Rustling in the thick brush around the fence indicated she had hidden the guard, and he checked the surroundings for any more before letting her know that she was safe. He adjusted his aim, finding the patrolling guards on the roof and taking out one while they were out of each other's line of sight. Two swiftly follows. Number three rounded briefly out of his view, but the moment he came back, Zemo put him down. Four was at the top of a tower, oblivious to what was going on around him, and he was the easiest shot despite the wind and tight quarters.

"All clear." he stated firmly, receiving an affirmative in return. His voljena was off like a light, a blur of motion as she darted across the open field towards the compound. She hit the door like a bullet, and it crashed open, removing her from his sight. Luckily, the compound was poorly planned enough to have large windows through which he could take out some of her adversaries. It was hiding in plain sight as a normal laboratory in which simple blood tests were performed, but that was only a front for a new breed of Hydra reconstructed from the ashes of its predecessor. Several scientists crowded in one room, along with a man who appeared to be in charge, his starch-white lab coat doing little to hide the suit underneath. Zemo couldn’t ID him from behind, but he did resemble Oleksandr Rezler, a former Hydra agent who defected shortly before the fall of Hydra to save his own skin, selling secrets to the UN while keeping Hydra ideals alive in his own reformed image.

Inhale.

One.

Exhale.

Two.

Inhale.

Three.

Exhale.

Four.

Inhale.

Five.

Exhale.

They wised up to the windows, but there was a panic, especially with Rezler incapacitated. Through a first floor window, he spotted his lepotica stalking through the bland halls like a predator. She disarmed a guard, pistol-whipping him hard enough that he crashed through the drywall beside her. She shot another approaching guard, then twisted to shoot the guard she’d disarmed. Zemo watched as she aimed at the wall, firing several shots through it then continuing her march.

“I know your senses are keen, draga, but check your corners. Please.” Zemo requested, and she laughed, rounding the corner into the room she’d just shot into.

“Oh look, ljubavi moja, they’re dead. How shocking!” She teased playfully, leaning out into the hallway as several guards came around the corner looking for her, shooting each of them in quick succession. Out of ammo, she threw the gun to the ground and kept walking. A guard swung through an open doorway to try and surprise her, and she kicked him into the room so she could be seen through the window. Zemo breathed harshly in her ear, unable to help himself as his perfect woman delivered several swift hits to the man’s chest, then took him down through a lab table. The Baron practically panted as she grabbed the guard’s throat, slamming him down into the ground so hard his head cracked the tiles. He would never admit to having to adjust himself in his uncomfortably tight trousers should he be asked, though he knew his partner heard his audible reactions to her over the mic.

Zemo swore he almost moaned in her ear as she stepped on and over the guard’s chest without even looking at him, then walked over to the wall to wall windows. He watched in lovestruck awe as she breathed on the glass to fog it up, then drew a heart, blowing a kiss at him as if she didn’t have blood on her hands. She giggled, and he raised an eyebrow curiously as a mischievous expression crossed her face, shortly before she gripped the front of her shirt and pulled it down to show off her perfect tits.

“Draga, there is a chance someone other than me can see your show.”

“A slim one, yes.”

“You belong to me, lutko moja. As much as I am enjoying the show, and will make you pay for it later, you will cover yourself.” Zemo insisted, and she rolled her eyes, still smiling as she fixed her shirt.

“Luče moje, so protective.” She teased, heading further into the building after blowing him a kiss goodbye. Zemo tracked her progress through the building until she reached the back lab where Rezler lay injured on the ground. He had a towel pressed to the bullet wound in his side, and she pouted mockingly down at him, watching his face twist with recognition.

“You’re meant to be dead.” He breathed as his watery eyes widened with shock, lips flecked with blood.

“Surprise!” She cooed, stepping over him to head over to his desk and stick a USB drive into his computer, “I’m looking for Nikitin. Where is he?”

Rezler spat blood beside him, scowling as he tried to sit up, “Why should I tell you?”

“Because your death can be slow or it can be quick. It can be painful, or I can make the pain stop. You have no true loyalty, Rezler, I know how much you value your pathetic life.”

He gaped at her.

“If I value my life so much, you would lie and tell me you’ll let me live.”

“I don’t care about you enough to lie. Frankly, I would prefer you make this difficult so that I can hurt you. But, srećo moja would likely wish for you to make this quick so we don’t have to stay in this drab country any longer.” His woman replied, and he smiled to himself as he tapped away on his laptop, looking between it and his scope whenever he could. It isn’t easy to get into those files, but he was able to download all of them onto the USB drive remotely so that he can decrypt them later. He has all the time in the world - he’s dead, after all.

“All done. Don’t dawdle to play for too long, ljubavi - we have places to be.” He purred into the mic at his throat, his voice dropping low, accent deepening just to coax his girl to hurry up.

“Yes Daddy.” She replied primly, and he watched with wide eyes and a fluttering in his chest as she lifted her boot and slammed it down on Rezler’s bullet wound. A broken scream split the air, and Zemo found himself shifting atop the roof, pressing the heel of his palm to his crotch again to ease the sudden ache.

Well, fuck.

~

A soft hum greets you as you comb your fingers back through Zemo's hair, pressing a kiss to his forehead as he chews on the end of a pen and glares daggers at his laptop. Depositing a tray of tea on the coffee table, you add a drizzle of honey to his cup then pour the tea overtop, stirring it in while you watch him stew. Finally, his gaze flicks up to yours, and he pushes the glasses perched on the end of his nose back up to sit properly. You watch as he lifts the cup to his lips, blowing gently, then taking a sip and humming at the taste. He’s very particular about his tea, but you’ve learned the way he likes things by now, after so long together just you and him.

"Thank you, duša. Sam has gotten himself involved in our business, I'm afraid." He murmurs, and you shrug, sitting on the arm of his chair to peer at his laptop screen. He's been keeping an eye on the new Captain America and the former Winter Soldier, his tone always laced with gentle affection when he speaks about them. You can see several tabs of news articles about the men, but his focus is on some of the hacked documents he's managed to make his way into regarding the Captain's current movements. He’s been dipping his sticky fingers into the U.S government’s honeypot of data while he waits for the information you both stole from the new branch of Hydra to decrypt.

"Colour me surprised." You reply dismissively, twirling a lock of his hair around your fingers as you read the report Zemo's currently making his way through. A program in the corner of the screen runs command after command, decrypting something, you think. Computers have never really been your skillset - a life lived primarily either in a lab or in a forest wasn't exactly conducive to learning to be a tech wizard like your rich boy partner. You’re fairly sure the new Hydra decryption is being done on the desktop computer in the office, so you’re curious what he’s working on on his laptop, but not curious enough to ask. He’ll tell you when it’s done. He always does.

"I do not believe he understands what he has stepped into." Your Baron presses, and you raise an eyebrow at him sceptically. There’s a furrow in his brow, and a tightness of his mouth that lets you know exactly what he’s thinking.

"You want to get involved." 

It's a statement, not a question. He nods tentatively, and you pinch his cheek.

"You're so soft, srce. Where is the big bad evil villain?”

He snorts, taking your hand before you can retreat, kissing your fingertips. You watch fondly as his lips brush across your palm, nipping your wrist, then kissing a path up your forearm.

"He lurks within, Šećeru, have no fear. I like Samuel, and James. You cannot blame me for worrying for their safety. And, more practically, what if they get in our way? I know you would not like to have to fight them."

You hum contemplatively, a bit of a pout tugging at your lips as you consider your options. You don’t want to involve yourself with Sam and Bucky again, as much as you did privately care for them and want them to succeed. With time and distance, you had begun to ease up on your discomfort regarding Bucky - in the end, he had lied to the Wakandans about your and Zemo’s death in order to give you a fresh start. He didn’t have to do that, and a lesser man might’ve thought he would have a chance if Zemo was out of the way. But you were not like Sam and Bucky - you were not a hero. Self-sacrifice was not wrought like a blight in your blood. You are selfish, greedy, and possessive. You won’t stop until you destroy every last remnant of Hydra, and you have no intentions of giving up your targets, even for Captain America. Only the man in front of you could ever get you to stop, and yet, he would never ask you to.

“What would you like to do about it, love?” You ask, trailing your fingers down the back of your lover’s neck. He sets his laptop on the coffee table and reaches up to grab you by the waist, dragging you into his lap.

“I am decrypting some files to see exactly what Sam has been told so far. Once we know, we offer information, and perhaps we can save them from themselves. For now, malena moja, we will discuss your behaviour today.”

Your spine stiffens, and you wet your lips, leaning back into his strong chest. Large hands stroke your sides, then grip the curve of your waist tightly.

“What behaviour, Hel?” You ask, playing dumb just to see if you can save yourself, but your lover merely tuts at you.

“I believe you called me something else today, malena. Only good girls get to use my name, and I don’t think you were very good. Do you?” He asks, his voice low and gentle, his tone patronizing. He grips your chin between his fingers, turning your head to face him, examining your expression seriously. You weigh your options. There’s a way out of this - there always is. Zemo is offering you what he believes you were asking for today - he would never push for anything you weren’t wholeheartedly into. You merely need to say red and all of this will stop if you don’t want it.

You’d only been teasing today, testing the waters to see how Helmut would react and seeing if you could rile him up. You’d never really considered calling someone ‘Daddy’ before, even in your wildest fantasies. Part of you had wondered if it might upset your lover, though you hoped it wouldn’t. You might get on his nerves on purpose, but you don’t want to hurt him. But, when you think about Helmut, you do see him as a natural caregiver. He’s done it with Bucky, Sam and yourself when he fed you all, offered his money and belongings, or delighted in the ability to show you things you’d never dreamed of. He was nurturing in your relationship, always showing you ample affection and checking in on your needs. The aftercare was fantastic no matter how gentle or rough he was with you. During your first mission together after fleeing Riga, you’d been shot, and Helmut had helped bathe you and take care of your wounds despite you insisting that you could do it yourself. He was a good lover, and a good partner, and you always feel comfortable exploring new things with him. What’s one more?

“No Daddy, I wasn’t.” You reply quietly, tone sullen, and you watch Helmut’s eyes darken with desire. You affect a sweet pout, and he pouts mockingly back at you, keeping his index finger hooked under your chin while his thumb strokes your lips.

“What did you do wrong today, malena?” He asks, and you squirm a little in his lap, kissing the pad of his thumb as if for mercy.

“I-I was rude,” You begin, and he nods his head in agreement, “I called you Daddy without permission. I mocked you when you showed concern for me. A-And…” 

Helmut tilts his head as you pause, pursing his lips, waiting to see how you’ll speak about your biggest infraction.

“And I showed my ti-” You pause as he scowls at you, tutting, “my breasts?”

A tsk.

“My chest?”

Helmut huffs out of his nose, shoving his thumb between your lips to shut you up.

“Let Daddy help you, malena moja, since you cannot seem to get it right. You pulled your top down and showed off your privates - my property - to whoever wanted to look. Naughty little thing.”

You roll your tongue around his thumb, sucking gently, doing your best to impress to avoid catching your lover’s ire. He lets you suck for a moment, but eventually, he seems to tire of the display.

“Do you have anything to say?” he asks, and you wet your lips nervously.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” You murmur, twisting a little to face him more, hoping he’ll take pity on you.

“I know you are.” Helmut acknowledges, running his hand down your spine, then giving you a little push, “Take off your clothes.”

You hurry to obey, stripping off your shirt and rolling your leggings down your legs, struggling to kick them away fast enough. You throw your bra to the floor and wiggle your underwear down, all while your Baron watches you with a well-schooled indifference. Once you’re finished, you stand awkwardly, unsure what he wants from you. Normally, you’d crawl into his lap and see how quickly you could get his clothes off, but you know that isn’t what he wants.

“Lay across my lap, princeza.” Helmut commands, and you hurry to obey, your face getting hot as he adjusts you over his knees. His hand strokes across your bottom, then squeezes one plump asscheek. A slap jolts you, though it shocks you more than it hurts.

“Oh!”

He laughs, a huff of air that makes you tremble, knowing that laugh as the one he gives when he’s mocking someone. Strong hands guide you into a secure place that puts your bottom up at an angle for him, and you do your best not to tense up.

“I’m going to give you fifteen. You will count each one, and thank me for punishing you. You deserve this, don’t you, malena?” He asks sternly, and you nod, doing your best to relax.

“Yes Daddy. I deserve this punishment.” You reply, and Helmut strokes your bottom approvingly.

“Good girl. See? You can be such a good girl when you want to be.”

You keen as Helmut lays a rough crack against your ass, but you’re quick to follow your instructions, knowing he won’t go gentle on you if you don’t.

“One. Thank you Daddy.”

“Good, baby. Such a good girl.” Helmut coos. You make it through the first ten fairly well, counting and thanking your lover in a timely manner. As you get to eleven, you have to gulp down your sobs before counting, which your Baron allows. He strokes your reddened skin, giving you a bit of break, though twelve comes soon enough once you’ve caught your breath.

“T-Twelve. Thank you Daddy.” You whimper, and Helmut waits a moment to see if you’ll safe word. When you don’t, he gives you thirteen, and you nearly tear the couch cushions under your hands. He’s certainly not going easy on you, and he knows it. His hand aches from how hard he’s spanking you, but your healing factor makes it necessary for this to have any impact. Your counting and thank you comes through whimpers, and Helmut sighs as if he’s disappointed.

“You can’t take the last two, can you, malena?” He asks, and you shake your head.

“I can. I can take it, please give them to me, Daddy.” You beg, and Helmut hums, running his hand down between your legs to stroke the seam of your cunt.

“Good girl. For that, I will give them to you on fresh skin to ease the pain.” He promises, and you sigh with relief.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

You nearly kick him in the head when he slaps the full force of his hand on your cunt, gentler than he had on your ass, but only marginally less painful. You thank him again, counting the fourteenth spank you’ve taken, and Helmut brushes his fingertips across your clit in reward. You spread your legs a little further, and he croons, rubbing his hand from side to side rapidly for a moment, making you squeal and arch in his lap. With no warning, he spanks his hand against your cunt again, and you sob as you nearly shout fifteen, followed swiftly by thanking him. Helmut lays down on the couch, pulling you on top of him with your ass in the air, your knees on either side of his hips. He strokes your back, pressing soft little kisses across your cheeks, whispering praises against your skin.

“So good for me, sweet girl. Moje srce samo tebi pripada. I’m so proud of you, malena. Daddy will take care of you.”

You preen under his attentions, nuzzling your face into his chest as he pets your hair. He lets you rest for a little while, then slowly maneuvers out from under you, promising to return in only a moment. You’re dozing blissfully in a puddle where he left you when you hear the soft padding of his feet as he approaches, and you blink your eyes open lazily.

“Daddy?”

“I’m here, princeza.” He replies, his voice a deep rumble as he slowly begins to rub arnica cream into your already bruising ass, “you heal so quickly. You can take so much, ljubavi moja.”

You stretch lazily under his hands, arching your back until your bottom is in the air, pressing into his hips.

“Ahh, is my princeza feeling needy?” Helmut asks, petting your back sweetly as you wiggle your bottom against the hard bulge in his trousers, “do you think you’ve earned Daddy’s cock?”

You nod insistently, pushing back on him a little harder, and he laughs softly as he undoes his trousers. He doesn’t remove them, instead pulling himself free of his underwear and rubbing the head of his cock through the wetness practically dripping from your cunt. He pushes deep inside of you in a single thrust, bottoming out and angling his hips so he can rub against that spot inside of you that drives you wild with every thrust. You cling to the couch cushions, unwilling to stop despite the slight sting every time his trousers rub against your raw ass, guttural moans rolling from you as Helmut makes an effort at breaking your hips. He’s been fluctuating between excessively gentle and desperately rough since you decided not to take Plan B or any birth control since you found that report in the lab you were kept in. Some days, he seems to be convinced that you’re made of glass, and treats you so gently it’s like he thinks you’re pregnant and ready to pop. Others, he seems so desperate for you that he’s almost brutal in the way he fucks you, like today, where he seems to intend to fuck a baby into you whether you like it or not (and whether you’re already pregnant or not). Luckily, you fully intend on giving him all the children he wants, and you will shape the world into a better place for him, and for them.

Helmut leans over your back as he fucks you, grunting against your ear, muttering in Sokovian about how much he loves you, how good you feel, how good you are for him. He promises to take care of you, treat you like the princess you are in his eyes, make you feel so good you never want for anything. He strums your clit just the way you like, quick and gentle, rolled between his fingers until you scream his name into the cushions. His hot seed floods you only a few thrusts after you go tumbling into a pleasureful end, and he fucks it deeper, squeezing your thighs.

“Hips up, my little love. Keep my seed inside you. Give it time to take, if it hasn’t already.” Your Baron practically purrs to you as he thumps down onto the couch behind you, panting for breath.

“I’m pretty sure you’ve already gotten me pregnant, Daddy.” You respond through a blissful sigh, and Helmut strokes a hand over your bottom, and down over your pretty hips.

“If I haven’t, I will, sweet girl.”

~

In the end, you were, in fact, already pregnant. When you meet up with Sam a few days later to trade information with him, you have to pause partway through the conversation to throw up your guts in a bush. Helmut begins to approach you, but you point at him and shake your finger no. You can just imagine the stressed out, annoyed face he’s making, but you have very little sympathy in your condition. He’s been overprotective since he found out you were carrying his child, but you don’t like it when he fusses over you while you throw up your guts. It’s gross, and even if he doesn’t care about how gross it is, you do.

Sam and Bucky congratulate you both, taking the information offered, and promising to let you know if they find Nikitin. Just under a month later, they alert you to a new lab they’ve found, and the four of you go in together. It’s almost anticlimactic how easy it is with two super soldiers, the new Captain America, and an experienced spec ops soldier like Zemo. Nikitin begs for his life the same as any other man, and Sam leaves the room to let you put a bullet between the Hydra monster’s eyes. As you leave, they promise to alert you about any new developments, and you promise to send them baby photos when your child is born. Bucky asks if you’ve thought about how you’ll deal with a super soldier child, and Helmut comments that the child will have the serum diluted in their blood, and hopefully won’t be as strong as a normal super soldier. What were the chances the child would be anywhere near as strong as you? Minimal at best.

Helmut is a godsend during your pregnancy, despite how annoyed you get when he’s overprotective or overbearing. He does well not to compare you to Heike, who you know from previous conversation had a very easy pregnancy and posted glowing photos to her instagram page. It was in memoriam now, but you had curled up on the couch with Helmut to look through the photos of his late family together one night shortly after escaping Riga together. She was a beautiful woman, and Carl was a stunning little boy, and you grieved for their loss with Helmut in what he later said was a very cathartic night of snuggles and tears.

He’s soft with you when he needs to be, but he gets stern when you’re neglecting yourself or putting too much energy into something needless. He’s gotten good at manhandling you despite you being stronger. You’re careful with your strength with him to avoid hurting him, and he’s been able to use that to his advantage to overpower you when necessary. He rubs your feet and ankles, helps you in and out of the bath as you get larger, gets you any food you ask for even if you wake him up at two in the morning to beg for ice cream, or strawberries with the skin peeled off, or oranges without any pith left on them, or extra-crispy bacon. He is endlessly patient with your mood swings or constant need to pee, and sympathetic to your morning sickness. You were fairly sure he was soothed at least somewhat by the fact that you were insatiably horny since the first trimester. Not a day went by where you didn’t have your ‘baby daddy’ as you called him, just to make him cringe - which, frankly, was something you had begun to delight in since the beginning of your pregnancy. Nothing seemed to entertain you more than making Helmut cringe out of his skin by repeating weird sayings from the internet that you didn’t fully understand, or using cheesy pick-up lines. You called it teasing, but he called it ‘breaching the Geneva conventions with obvious malice’.

Truthfully, the world has little cause to think you both alive, for you spend most of your time bent over a supportive pillow in your extraordinarily comfortable bed while Zemo makes his best effort at making you lose your mind. It’s one of his main skills, and certainly the one he’s most proud of. Your hunger is seemingly unending, and while you may be superhuman, Zemo is only a man. A wonderful man who does his best to meet your needs, but he can only perform so many times in a night, and he does eventually exhaust himself. Thankfully, he’s also very fond of tying you down and strapping a vibrator to your clit until you finally tire yourself out, and that is often enough to get you warmed up for him to take care of you properly and tire you out at the same time as him. It was a very, very pleasurable learning experience.

You develop faster than a normal pregnancy, but you did expect this - Hydra hoped you would be able to give birth and become pregnant again in the same year, giving them more chances of a supersoldier army. You’re the size of a blimp before you even know it, and Zemo worries endlessly about how your birth will go. He hopes that you won’t have any problems, but is thankful at least that he’s fairly sure you won’t be having a superhuman baby considering the lack of spine-breaking kicks. Your baby was going to be normal. Or at least, mostly normal.

~

Zemo was wrong.

Your daughter is born in the midst of a summer thunderstorm, and she comes out wailing her little lungs out. Helmut is instantly smitten, laying on the bed beside you, stroking her little hands as she latches to your breast for the first time. He can’t seem to keep his hands off either of you, and he nearly cries when your daughter wraps her little hand around his finger. He peppers you with kisses despite your obvious exhaustion and the fact that you’re soaked in sweat, then wipes your face clean to make you more comfortable. He tells you you’ve never been more beautiful, and you tell him he’s an asshole, because you definitely have.

The problem begins when your daughter is six months old, and has decided that she wants things, and can get them with her own two hands. Adelheid is too strong for a normal baby. Too strong, even, for a slightly-super baby. Zemo collapses on the couch after having to wrestle your daughter into her onesie and eventually swaddling her just to keep her from getting into trouble, his hands over his face as you rock her to put her to sleep. When you rejoin him, you pull his head into your lap and pet his hair, smiling when he buries his face in your stomach.

“This is your fault.” You murmur, “You jinxed us, Hel.”

“I know I did.” He whines, groaning into your belly, “I’m not going to be able to keep up.”

“You’re perfectly fine at wrangling me.” You remind him, and he scoffs.

“You want to be wrangled. Babies do not want to be wrangled.” Zemo retorts, sitting up and pressing a gentle kiss to your mouth, his hand cupping your cheek, “I will need your help. Every step of the way.”

“Well, it’s a very good thing I have no intention of going anywhere, isn’t it?” You reply with a smile, stroking his cheeks with both hands, enjoying the soft stubble he’s been too busy to shave, “It’s you and me.”

“You and me.” Zemo agrees, pressing his forehead to yours and sighing. He’s too old for this. Too old for a superpowered baby and a superpowered woman.

And yet he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

[crescentpaws]

i think fintan’s main motivation(s) can be boiled down to:

- “the ends justify the means” — knows what he’s doing (the murdering people) is wrong but believes it’s for the greater good of the elvin world. if people get in his way he must eliminate them; it’s nothing personal it’s just the easiest and quickest way to remove obstacles (like what happened with cyrah… in that case the starstones/elysian being kept a secret was more important to him than her living)

- in the case that he DOES enjoy murdering people though, i think it would be because it gives him a sense of control, which is something he probably hasn’t experienced since the pyrokinesis ban. i think this would apply to all his other crimes too….. over-indulging in the self-expression he was previously denied due to the ban (and especially since suppressing an ability seems to be extremely difficult, and he was forced to do that for centuries, all the arson would probably feel cathartic) sort of a “fuck you, you can’t control me anymore” vibe. this is why he’s always up front taking part in all his big schemes instead of hiding in the shadows and making the other neverseen members do it. he needs to control everything. (plus in stellarlune sophie mentions that his emotions are likely to be all over the place, which stina says will only make them stronger and easier for her to read. and we know elemental abilities (pyrokinesis especially) are influenced by emotions, so of course the more his mind deteriorates the harder it will be for him to control his ability. he probably knows this, which is why he’s being so destructive all at once. he wants to feel a sense of control while he still can)

- similar to the previous point but not quite the same: he craves the power and respect he used to have as a councillor. he went from beloved world leader to Most Hated Guy On Earth ™ in one night, and i’m sure that wasn’t an easy transition. we know he’s tired of being treated like shit because of his ability, especially because he used to be so loved. he is going to do whatever it takes to make sure people still recognize him as a powerful figure. he is going to scream and bite and leave claw marks on everything he touches because he will not let this opportunity slip through his fingers again. he will not be cast away and forgotten!! not this time!!!!! prime example of “if i can’t be respected, then i will be feared”

and then there’s the good old fashioned revenge

[blueskittlesart]

A while back you were talking about how you’d write a comic based on BotW and you mentioned you’d retcon the transphobic Gerudo questline. I was wondering how you’d go about doing that? I’m genuinely curious, cause that part of the game always made me feel weird as well 😅

yeah ok. so i think that the botw gerudo are. difficult to retcon because of some of the lore implications of their politics so this is a tricky situation. in this hypothetical scenario i'm trying to write this in a way that A. conveys the story fairly accurately or at least doesn't feel out of place in the overarching plot, and B. keeps most of the lore surrounding the gerudo intact, while still removing the major transphobic elements. in order to keep the gerudo lore and the overall vibe of the quest intact, I can't completely retcon the 'women-only town' thing out of existence even though the idea of women-only spaces can turn really transphobic really fast, so this is gonna be a bit of a balancing act lmao. bear with me here

what we need to decide first is how insanely dedicated we are to the sanctity of the original storyline and/or how much we're willing to overlook for the sake of canon accuracy. the easiest and most obvious way to fix it would be to retcon the obstacle that requires crossdressing entirely and give link another way into the town, by proving his identity to the soldiers on the outside or somehow contacting riju beforehand instead of sneaking in. however, i know that many (MANY) fans really like the gerudo set for. various reasons. and in this hypothetical scenario i can envision my head being bitten off by angry fans who didn't get their femme link content. so. we have other options we can look at.

if we want to keep the crossdressing, there's going to be some inherent transphobia we are going to have to overlook. for link to have to crossdress, he has to 1. be rejected from the town on the basis of his presentation and 2. sneak into a women-only space by dressing femininely, both of which can get really bad really fast. there are some minor changes we can make to make this feel a lot less overt, at least, such as cutting that shitty man outside the town who talks about wanting to get in to harass the women inside and either cutting or being a lot more respectful about the crossdresser who link gets the outfit from. no matter what, this isn't gonna be the perfect scenario, though.

what i think i would do personally is sort of. combine these 2. i'd have link get to the oasis, talk to a couple people and come to the conclusion that it would be hard (not impossible) for him to get into gerudo town as a man, and have him throw around the idea of showing off the sheikah slate or something as proof of his identity without actually going to the town and trying it. he'd rest at the oasis for the night, and the next morning would end up meeting either riju or someone in the royal guard at the oasis who recognizes his identity based on the slate and gives him the gerudo set, not to SNEAK IN to the town, but so he doesn't stand out/get stared at when he DOES enter. they would then enter the town together and the quest would proceed as normal from there. this is the best way i could think of to remove the idea of him cross-dressing as a tool of INFILTRATION without totally nuking the entire quest line. not perfect, but. well. look at what i had to work with here. i did my best

[enid-rhees]

hey i haven’t requested in a bit :)) can you do an enid x reader story where theyre secretly dating and one day they are sneaking out of alexandria but get caught and are sat down and asked what they were doing and one of them accidentally slips up and says they are dating? ty and i love your writing 🫶🏽🫶🏽

i love this omg omg and tysm again !! 🫶🏻🫶🏻 (also the second a story pops up in my head i will be sending u a request 🥰)

warnings: none!

A/N: hope you all enjoy this !! reminder that requests are open! if you’d like to request, read pinned! :)

yet again i wrote this with the reader living with the Grimes family! it’s not explicitly mentioned if reader is adopted by them or not, that part could be up to you!

you hurried to stuff everything you needed in your backpack. you unlocked your bedroom window, pushing up the glass. peaking your head out, Enid stood below you, waiting patiently.

she reached her hand out and you dropped down your bag. Enid caught it with ease and you crawled out of the window, jumping down.

Enid dropped your bag so she could now pull you close to her. “hey,” she whispered with a smile. “hey,” you smiled back, closing the gap between you two.

having a secret relationship wasn’t the easiest thing in the world. it came with a lot of obstacles you guys had to deal with. you couldn’t act the way you were just now. you had to act like you were friends. and both of you hated that word.

nights like these were common among the two of you. it was the only time you guys were able to be what you guys really were — girlfriends.

she pulled away from your lips, smiling against them. “ready?” she asked. you nodded and picked up your bag. Enid intertwined your hand with hers and you both started to run towards the gate.

Enid placed the metal stick in between the dent of the gate, taking the first step up. she grabbed onto your hand again, pulling you up with her. you removed it and handed it her so she can place it above her and take another step up.

you guys were getting ready to head into the woods for the night. it was an almost nightly occurrence that you guys would do this. you were able to hold and kiss her without worrying that anyone could see.

she made it to the top of the gate and pulled you up with her. you were about to jump over when footsteps started to approach the gate.

“Y/N, Enid.” you both whipped your head towards the voice and your stomach dropped. Rick stood below you guys, hands on his hips like a disappointed parent. “come down, now.”

you guys looked at each other with horror in your eyes before climbing your way down. “come with me.” he spoke. the two of you were silent as he started walking back to your house. your heart was racing and you were sure Enid was just as scared.

“sit.” he said, pointing to the couch. you both sat down, moving a few inches away from each other on instinct. you played with your hands on your lap and kept your head down.

“what the hell were you two thinking?!” he asked. “both of you know what goes on out there, especially in the woods!” his voice was raising by the second. Rick didn’t get mad at you often — rarely at that.

if it couldn’t get worse, Michonne walked down the stairs. with Carl. you sighed and rubbed your face. “what’s going on?” Michonne asked.

“i caught Y/N and Enid sneaking out. they were jumping over the gate.” he explained to her. you avoided her gaze the second she glared at you. “what? are you guys insane?!”

“we weren’t going to do anything bad!” Enid told them. “that doesn’t matter. anything could happen out there! what if the both of you were to get hurt? or bit?!”

“we won’t, okay?” you said. “god! all we wanted to do is be somewhere where we can actually act like a normal fucking couple.”

Enid then looked at you with an expression you couldn’t decipher.

“what did you say?” Rick asked. your words had just sunken into your head. “you’re dating?”

you looked at the three of them, trying to figure out what they were thinking. it was all too much to handle and you covered your face again.

“yeah, we are.” Enid spoke up. “we… we didn’t want anyone to find out yet. that’s why we would sneak out… so we could finally be together with no one around.”

you removed your hands away from your face and looked at Rick. his expression had softened, “you guys know that… we would be supportive, right? there’s nothing wrong with it.” Michonne said.

there was a heavy aura in the room. everyone was silent again.

“we know.” Enid said quietly. “but… that doesn’t mean everyone. it’s great to know that you guys are, but there’s others to still worry about. and neither of us were ready to deal with it. we still aren’t.”

Rick and Michonne looked at each for a few minutes, silently communicating with each other.

“okay, listen.” Rick said after they were done. “you guys are safe to come here, okay? it doesn’t matter how long or how often, but it’s better than going out in the woods where there’s danger. this home is your home, Y/N. it’s where you should be safe. this can be your place to be together.”

your heart warmed at that. Rick would always do anything to keep you and his kids happy, and this might’ve been one of the best things he’s ever done for you. you felt tears fill your eyes.

you stood up, pulling Rick into a hug, much to his surprise. you sniffed, “thank you.” you whispered. “seriously. thank you.”

[hikari-chan1001]

Megaman Review Part 2

The gameplay loop is intrinsically simplistic at the start of the game the player is presented with 6 levels the player can complete in arbitrary order, with each stage beaten giving the player an additional weapon making future levels and bosses easier, and once the 6 levels are completed there is a final gauntlet of levels that have to be beaten in linear order. The structure of a set of levels that the player can complete in arbitrary order initially brings to mind The Legend of Zelda, or at least the first one, however, it is inaccurate to conceptualize Mega Man levels as Legend of Zelda dungeons, because Legend of Zelda dungeons have branching pathways and the route for progression is obfuscated while in Mega Man the level and the route for progression is intrinsically simple, the only partial exception being the second appearing blocks section of Ice Man’s stage, however, it is immediately obvious where one would need to end up at the end even if the path there is a tad abstract. The option for the player to choose the first level out of any of the initial 6 has some benefits as it opens the player to do either the stage that they find the easiest with just the ordinary fire or the level that will grant them the weapon they think is the best, however, it flattens the average difficulty curve of the game until the Dr. Wily gauntlet which the developers can be assured that you have beaten everything before that point so you are sufficiently skilled, and the solution they tried as far as I can tell is to make each of the initial 6 stages challenge you in different ways with different obstacles, which they succeed partially enough so that I believe that it is what they are going for, however, they fail to completely commit to the idea as there are some obstacles that function idetencally shared between two stages (I.E. the laterally aligned straight bar of damage present in both Fire Man’s and Elec Man’s stage, and the laterally moving missile enimes that move up and down that are present in both Fire Man’s and Bomb Man’s stage are similar to the penguin enemy present in Ice Man’s stage, and the appearing blocks present in both Elec Man’s and Ice Man’s stage). Now it is time for the weapon discussion, the mega buster shoots off a laterally moving projectile that is not bound to gravity that moves to the direction that you faced while firing it with the capacity to have three on the screen at once only stopping if they collide with an enemy or reach the edge of the screen, the rolling cutter shoots off a scissor like boomerang projectile that moves in a circular manner connected to Mega Man’s current location disappearing if it collides with an enemy or Mega Man, the elec beam fires three projectiles aligned to the top and bottom of Mega Man and one aligned to the direction Mega Man is facing only disappearing if they reach the edge of the screen, the ice slasher fires a projectile that moves laterally in the direction Mega Man was facing when he fired it that will cause an enemy to stop moving if they are struck with it disappearing if it hits the edge of the screen, the fire storm shoots off a laterally moving projectile that moves in the direction Mega Man faced when it was fired it also creates a damaging barrier around Mega Man, the hyper bomb arcs a projectile that will be affected by gravity, that will stall a tad before exploding into a damaging cloud that lingers for a moment, the super arm requires and removes a block from the environment that Mega Man can later throw that damages enemies, the magnet beam creates a semi-solid platform whose length will vary depending on how long the player holds the attack button that will linger and then expire after a while.

[jaypeknight]

Platformer Postmortem

While developing the game, I felt like I ran into many road blocks. Especially from lack of knowledge and organisation. There were so many moments where it was such as simple task or mistake, but I spent hours, much longer than what was needed, to fix or make a mechanic. For example, I had made an additional behavior which I intended to remove later, but forgot. I was so confused as to why there was this random issue. From the lectures, I realise that it is crucial that I spend some time either researching some aspects of the game engine I am working with, such as researching the limitations of the game engine, and how to overcome that. Specifically with GDevelop, I should research or search the in-built behaviors, as they provide already made mechanics that make the process much easier, less time-consuming and much less frustrating. One thing I would change with how I developed the prototype would be to first create a testing/debugging level. When I created the easiest mechanics first and designed the level first, I frequently ran into an issue where I could not test things properly, and I probably spend more time restarting the level, and for example, walking and then picking the item, which I had placed in the level design for level 1. A simple test level would've saved so much time.

What I would change

For one, organisation. When testing things, I should note it down in a comment. Then putting comments to explain everything, in case I forget (Which is a common issue).

Lessons from reading

In the first few pages of teachings, Tracy Fullerton teaches that the "playcentric" approach to game design is crucial and the "key to designing innovative, emotionally engaging game experiences" (p.1). The role for a game designer is to envision how a game works during gameplay. It is important to focus on the player experience and not dwell on other aspects of the game such as art or engine limitations. An especially important lesson I resonate with was how important playtesters are. Each gamer is different, and the easiest way to improve on the gameplay is to see how other people think and play the game. Some mechanics or level designs may not be apparent to some, while obvious to others. Therefore to create a fun and enjoyable experience for most players, we as game designers must take this into consideration and improve the game using feedback from these playtesters.

Fullerton, T. (2018). Game design workshop: a playcentric approach to creating innovative games. AK Peters/CRC Press

Lessons from other sources

From this youtube video, I have learnt that level design is a crucial skill especially for a game like this. Players will have an easier time when given time to experiment, and the difficulty is from easy to harder. Using previously learnt obstacles and expanding on that utilising level design, or slight alterations will not only allow for easier difficulty increase, but will also not overwhelm the player and allow for a much more enjoyable experience.

To avoid clutter on the screen and maximize visibility, I should utilise smart level design to provide clues or hints to the player for several mechanics. The player can be taught new mechanics by hinting that an unreachable pathway can be reached by placing a visible hint such as a reward. This will also give a sense of accomplishment, as players will learn a new skill, without needing to be taught specifically. It is also important that the gap at which the player cannot reach the reward is large enough, otherwise the player will be frustrated and will not consider that there is a hidden mechanic.

[madhatteress]

i’ve long resonated with the “too much” idea but at a remove. that everyone should be as much as they were, and no one should lessen that, fuck anyone who tried. but i didn’t feel that i was too much. i felt it resonate in a far-away way, an echo of something from a time when the world was full of monsters and everything mattered. if i was considered too much in recent years, it was too gregarious, too sociable, too open. nothing that would actually upset the status quo, and indeed, an overall asset in social settings.

last month i stopped one of the antidepressants i've been on for most of my adult life, and what happened next happened slowly and all at once. i felt it creeping up the walls of my mind like ivy - persistent, unwavering in its course around obstacles, blocking out reason like windows. and i started noticing how much i was. how loud i became. how angry i was, and fuck, it feels so good to be angry again.

this week i caught the subtle widening of eyes when i was telling a story about how awful something is, and how much difficulty it causes me, and how much i hate it - and i knew immediately what that expression was. i could tell by how quickly i clocked it that this was not the first time someone had closed their mouth and let their eyebrows raise slightly, rocking back on their heels.

this used to happen to me, i remember seeing it, and i remembered with futility what i was supposed to do - rein it in, cool it down. but now that i've tasted anger, it tastes so good, and i don't want to stop. i watched as the runaway train barreled past - "too much" in full force, and the knowledge that the person in front of me thought that it was too much made it worse. when had i lost the ability to stop that train? when had i learned how to stop it in the first place?

it wouldn't be fair to blame this entirely on altered brain chemistry. i remember now, the constant effort it took to not solicit that reaction. the constant monitoring of my own expressions, my own energy to ensure that no one could possibly think that i was too much to handle. the affected coolness, aloofness that backfired so spectacularly because once you start, you cannot stop, you cannot unwind the death grip you have on yourself. i remember it going so very poorly that i reasoned that there was nothing to do but at least start being more expressive.

white knuckled with gritted teeth, repeating over and over that it's ok, it doesn't actually matter what anyone thinks. you can be more than you were, it won't overwhelm the people around you. and i told myself so many times that it started to be true, if it did overwhelm the people around me then maybe they didn't need to be there. this is growth, i was hesitantly proud of myself. first i let excitement creep back in - that was always the easiest, people like seeing others happy and excited, it elicits a positive reaction. next some carefully timed frustration - it works best when you find a common target with the person across from you, it helps build camaraderie.

something feels shattered now - restraint maybe, the ability to calculate my reactions to facilitate the best ones from others. my runaway train is on a one-way trip to Toomuchtopia, and when its passed by and i see you standing on the other side of the tracks open mouthed, i'm not even upset with you. i'm upset with myself for letting you this close when you so clearly needed someone with less.

[financialfreedomwriter]

eFormula Course Review Summary: Aidan Booth's New eCommerce Training Program

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Just go ahead and register for the Live workshop training where Aidan is going to share all necessary details about What is the eFormula Course.

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[westernpergolasndecking]

Mastering The Art Of Decking: Design, Installation, And Maintenance

Whether you're installing a Decking Adelaide or having work done on an existing one, there are many factors to consider. The materials used can make the difference between a beautiful deck that lasts for years and one that is poorly made and prone to leaks or cracks in the future.

In this guide, we'll cover everything from choosing the perfect material for your project to how exactly to install it properly so it lasts as long as possible.

Designing Your Dream Deck: Tips for Layout, Size, and Style

Before you can start designing your dream deck, it’s important to determine the size and style of your new space.

Size: The right size will be based on how much area you want to cover and how much storage you need. If you want an outdoor space that has room for entertaining guests, then a large deck is probably more appropriate than an indoor one with limited space.

Style: Decks come in all types of styles from traditional to contemporary; however, there are certain features that should be considered when choosing between them.* Materials: When selecting materials for your decking project there are several factors involved including cost per square foot or per linear foot as well as maintenance costs over time (such as cracking/splitting). This can also affect how long before rotting occurs within wood beams so always make sure they’re treated properly beforehand!

Step-by-Step Deck Installation

Prepare the area. This is a critical step in deck installation and should not be skipped. It can mean everything from clearing out loose branches to removing old pavers or other obstacles that may prevent you from installing your new decking project.

Install the decking. If you have ever installed any type of flooring material before, then installing wood slats will be easy for you! There are many different types of wood available at our local hardware stores (and online), so choose one that fits with what kind of look and feel you want for your new backyard space!

You can also get creative with how many courses per foot (or inch) there are in each slat—the more courses out there means fewer joints needed later down the line when staining/sealing them all together later on after construction has been completed completely first without fail.

Maintain Your Deck's Beauty and Durability

Now that you’ve selected and installed the perfect decking material, it’s time to maintain it. The easiest way to keep your deck looking good is by cleaning it regularly, especially in the summertime when leaves and debris collect on the wood.

A soft-bristled brush will help remove dirt and debris as you sweep away any debris or leaves that have fallen onto your deck. If there are large amounts of dirt or grime that need removal from your surface, use a damp cloth rather than harsh chemicals like bleach or ammonia because these products can damage natural fibers over time.

Waterproofing can also help protect against moisture damage caused by heavy rains (and even snowfall!). This involves applying a sealant over newly installed boards so they don't absorb moisture from liquids such as rainwater during wet weather conditions.

Conclusion

We hope you’ve learned a lot from our tips, and we wish you great success with your Decking Adelaide. Remember to follow the care instructions on the packaging when it comes time to clean your deck, which will help ensure that it lasts forever and doesn’t fall apart. We also encourage you to share this information with friends or family members who may be interested in building their own deck!

Source:https://deckingadelaideguide.blogspot.com/2023/06/mastering-art-of-decking-design.html

[jedsherman17]

Path of least resistance

Kyle loves the philosophical maxims I tell to maintain perspective in the face of challenges in the field and with customers. He says it’s because they have a calming effect that minimize the anxiety caused by [insurmountable obstacles]. I appreciate, nay, admire his naïve honesty, and how everything he does comes from the heart. The way he ‘feels’ is akin to way I ‘operate’ – that is, one by emotion and the other by logic. These little gems help us achieve a learned understanding of one another.

In a tip of the hat to Kyle, below are some of his favorites.

1.      Nothing was ever accomplished by panicking.

The Adaptability profile in Gallup strengths states that Adaptable people tend to live in the moment, take things as they come, and create the future one choice at a time. I tell Kyle we must expect the inevitable sudden requests from clients and unforeseen detours, and emphasize the importance of staying focused and productive when demands pull us in many different directions at once.

2.      It’s okay to fail safely. There’s no mistake that can’t be fixed.

3.      Do not fear your mistakes, only the inability to correct them.

These two are generally given together – one to reinforce the idea that no one is punished for taking the initiative, and the other to remind us to learn what works and do better in the future.

4.      Let’s emphasize the proper outcome, doing what’s expected isn’t that impressive.

Hotel guests expect a smooth check-in and a clean room. Landscape customers want neat turf and a weedless flower bed. Our clinic patients demand a proper diagnosis and competent treatment – all basic expectations. There is no way we win the customer by highlighting these fundamentals. Instead, it is our differentiators, the “above and beyond” and the “gold medal plays,” that impress.

5.      Take the path of least resistance.

Not to be confused with laziness or do only what is necessary, the path of least resistance offers the highest return for the lowest risk. Returns in the form of customer satisfaction, revenue dollars, and/or relationship building; while risks are energy expended, dollars spent, and time.

6.      For every argument we win, we lose that customer.

This is adapted from Carnegie, and very accurately describes why the customer is always right, even if they’re not. I don’t suggest folks dehumanize themselves for the sake of placating an objectionable situation, but it is why I emphasize the use of “here’s what I can do for you [insert name… always use their name].”

7.      People don’t want to be sold, but they will buy good feelings and solutions to problems.

Not one I use with Kyle often given his high EQ and incredible expertise. Taken from a customer service book I read years ago; it is the easiest way I found to remove fear from those who quiver at the very utterance of the word “sales.” Not everyone is afforded the training to learn the X’s and O’s of the sales playbook, but with a good attitude and decent knowledge of our service, customers will buy what we’re selling.

8.      If you want to be taken seriously, speed of response is not an option.

More for me than any customer related axiom, and “speed” is a relative term, but Kyle, bro, don’t leave me hanging on that text message.

Jed Sherman is COO of Crestpoint Companies (www.crestpointco.com), a hotel development and management firm that merged with LinGate Hospitality (www.lingatehospitality.com) where he serves as VP of Operations. He and his team manage a portfolio of 19 hotels generating 520,000+ annual room nights.

He is Founder and CEO of First Landing Lawn & Landscape (www.firstlandinglawn.com), a boutique commercial landscape and grounds maintenance company delivering quality landscaping to individual business owners and small, appreciated commercial customers.

He is also a Co-Founder and Principal of Cura Health Partners (www.curahealthpartners.com), a health care company committed to delivering high-quality, timely, and easily accessible urgent care and related services to patients through a partnership with American Family Care (www.afcurgentcare.com/west-chester-voa-oh).

Jed Sherman | LinkedIn

[bonaiindia]

Motor Grader Blades: What To Know Before You Buy

When you’re buying a motor grader blade, it’s important to be familiar with the different types and specifications. In this article, we will outline what to look for when shopping for a grader blade and give some tips on how to choose the best one for your needs. Before you buy, make sure to read our buyer’s guide below so that you have all the information you need to make an informed decision. We hope this article provides you with the knowledge you need to purchase the right motor grader blade for your business.

What are Motor Grader Blades?

Motor Grader Blades are the key component of any motor grader. They help to spread the load as the tractor moves along, and they also help to remove debris from the ground.

There are various types of blades available for motor graders, and each type has its own benefits and drawbacks. Before you buy a set of blades, it is important to understand what these are.

Fixed-Blade Blades: Fixed-blade blades are the most common type of blade for motor graders. They have a fixed length, so you can't adjust them to match the width or depth of your work area. Because of this, fixed-blade blades can be more expensive than other types of blades. However, they're also generally more durable and efficient than adjustable-blade motor graders.

Adjustable Blade Motors Grader Blades: Adjustable blade motors grader blades come in two varieties: sidecut and track style. Sidecut blades have a curved edge that helps them cut through obstacles easily while track-style blades have an angled edge that helps them move smoothly over uneven surfaces. Both types of blades have adjustable widths and depths, so you can adjust them to fit your work area perfectly.

The main downside to adjustable blade motors grader blades is that they're less efficient than fixed blade motors grader blades. This is because sidecut blades tend to drag on the ground instead of cutting through it, which disrupts their ability to spread the load evenly across the ground.

Types of Motor Grader Blades

There are a variety of different types of motor grader blades. Each has its own unique features that can make it better or worse for specific jobs. Here are the most common types:

-Rotary blade: This is the standard type of blade used on most graders. It has a single rotor that turns quickly to cut through snow and ice.

-Tow blade: This type of blade is similar to the rotary blade, but it has two rotating blades that push snow and ice forward instead of cutting them.

-Pusher blade: This type of blade uses a horizontal pusher bar to move snow and ice forward instead of cutting them. It's usually used on smaller machines that can't handle a rotary or tow blade.

What To Look For When Buying Motor Grader Blades

When you are looking to buy motor grader blades, it is important to know what to look for. Here are a few things to keep in mind:

-The blade should be the correct width for the machine it will be used on.

-The blade should have the proper pitch or angle.

-The blade should be able to withstand high speeds and vibrations.

How to Sharpen Motor Grader Blades

When it comes to motor grader blades, you want to make sure that they're sharp. There are a few ways to sharpen them:

-Owners can sharpen their blades at home with a sharpening stone or abrasive wheel. However, this can be time-consuming and requires some experience.

-Some grader companies offer blade sharpening services as part of their maintenance package. This is the easiest option, but you will need to contact the company in advance to schedule the service.

-Blade Sharpeners come in two types: manual and automatic. Manual sharpeners require you to hold the blade against the stone while it's being sharpened; automatic sharpeners do it for you by grinding away at the blade until it's razor-sharp.

Conclusion

Before you buy motor grader blades, it is important to know a few things about them. First of all, the blade size will determine how much ground the blade can cover in one pass. Secondly, the type of ground that will be tackled will affect the type of blade that is needed. Finally, consider what kind of terrain the blades will be used on and choose a blade with appropriate teeth for the task at hand. Once you have determined these basic details, it is time to shop for blades. Boani India is the leading manufacturer company which provides the wide range of Motor Grader blades in different states. 

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[deletreatualma]

Lucius felt his shoulders relax the smallest amount as she clarified that she wasn't asking for all of his secrets. However, the "right now" would loom over him for at least the next week. His own cup lifted to his lips once before he set it back down on the saucer. He clasped his hands in front of him, the hold loose and visibly relaxed though he was sure they both knew it was nothing but a front.

When she was done, he moved his gaze from the spot it'd fixated on and met her stare. Prepared. Eris sounded sure about that but there was plenty she didn't know about him.

"Information can remove or impose a vast amount of obstacles," he started, that being the easiest and shortest truth about why he hesitated as much as he did with regards to opening up to her. Lucius scanned her features before adding, "I've focused on gathering what I can without divulging too much of my own information for a long time; therefore, willingly providing details and.. potentially shameful things is not something I will likely ever do of my own volition."

He let that one sink in for a few moments as he pondered over the best way to provide something more without necessarily getting to the root of the issue. Hand moved for the teacup and he picked it up. "You already know far more than most."

She murmered a soft thank you, reaching over to take the cup carefully from his hand. The witch took a moment to blow on the hot liquid before taking a sip.

"In all fairness, I do tend not to let things go. And I can... push." Often, she did. Perhaps it had to do with the position she had growing up, head of a nearly non-existent household and a mere girl in a position dominated by men. It had only seemed natural Eris needed to push for answers, conversations, to be treated like an adult. "I am not asking for everything, not right now, at least. Perhaps one day, if we both wish to take this... relationship further. But I am asking for more." Grey hues focused on the china cup in her hands, mentally tracing the pattern before turning on the man across from her.

"Not many people can handle honesty. Most want a watered-down version or for one to simply lie instead. If I ask for the truth, I am prepared for it."

[mademoisellehypergamy]

✨ CREATING A PERSONA FOR HYPERGAMY & SOCIAL CLIMBING  ✨

The votes are in and “Persona” won! Ladies, get the notebooks out. Class is in session. And this is gonna be a long one.

Be honest with me: Are you currently your ideal woman? The majority of you will probably answer honestly and say no. And there’s nothing wrong with admitting that. The harsh reality is most women on their hypergamous journey aren’t even close to being the ideal woman they aspire to be. Hell, the average woman (hypergamous or not) will probably live her life never being able to become that woman, if we’re being completely honest here.

I believe every hypergamous woman should create and adopt a persona. You are who you believe to be. When I was younger, my teachers and parents told me I was academically gifted. So guess what? I believed the same! That pushed me to work even harder in school. Same concept applies here. You are who you believe to be. A persona isn’t a “fake” version of you. It is you. Your ideal person. It is malleable, so it can change at anytime. Just like you changed throughout your life.

STEP 0 - WHY YOU SHOULD ADOPT A PERSONA

✨Not Everyone Will Win the Birth Lottery. But that doesn’t mean you can’t rewrite your past, and repave your future path. Let’s face it: some of you were born into bad circumstances; abusive families, poverty, toxic relationships, obstacles and barriers, etc. And some of you are living lives currently that you aren’t satisfied with: stressful job, health issues, bad environment, *insert sob story here*, blah, blah, blah, woe is me!  But should your current and past conditions get in the way of your hypergamous journey? No! Absolutely not. 

✨You Can’t Be the Same Basic B*tch Forever. Okay b*tch, when you were being “true to yourself” in the past, look where it got you. Probably in a less than favorable situation. Congratulations for being an authentic basic b*tch! 🥳😊

Ladies, change is necessary. When you started your hypergamous journey, you underwent a change. Are you saying your hypergamous self is fake? Of course it isn’t! It’s still you, just an “elevated you”. One that is more aware and knows what she wants. 

✨ Most People Don’t Even Know Who TF They Are. It’s sad, but true. Most people are lost and suppressing their true desires and personality. I’m here encouraging you ladies to create your ideal persona and to become this woman. Because this woman is who you are deep inside, who you want to be. Stop hiding her! Create her, and become her! As long as this person isn’t harming anyone, there is no reason you shouldn’t chase your dream self.

STEP 1 - CHOOSE & CREATE YOUR PERSONA

This is the fun part ladies! Time to choose and create your new persona!

✨ What Kind of Woman Do You Aspire to Be?  Have fun with this ladies! What kind of woman have you always dreamt of becoming? Is she wildly intelligent and beautiful? Or perhaps she has a heart of gold and is adored by all?  Nothing is off limits. This is you.

For those of you who are truly struggling, below I have included a few examples of common personas. If you don’t know where to begin, choose one as the “foundation” and build on it. Make it your own!

*Disclaimer: Anyone that I mentioned/included below is simply for inspiration. Not all of these women are hypergamous. This is just for inspiration*

1. The Socialite/ The “It” Girl: This is the girl that everyone knows. She’s always at a party with a glass of champagne, wearing the latest styles, and living the BEST life. She’s glamorously unattainable and few have access to her, but somehow she’s a part of every social circle.

Inspiration: Jamie Chua (https://www.instagram.com/ec24m/)

2. The Traveler: This is the girl that travels constantly. Whether it’s across the globe or to a different state/town, she’s always on the go! No one seems to know how she funds her lifestyle because she always appears to be traveling and never working. Her pictures are always on point and high quality, with a combination of bikini pictures, relaxing scenery, exotic foods, and endless hotels.

Inspiration: Jennifer Tuffen (https://www.instagram.com/izkiz/)

3. The Influencer: Think of the ultimate Instagram Baddie; perfect body (usually because of surgery), full lips, carefully applied makeup, nails always done, hair on point. She is sponsored by all the clothes brands, and lives lavishly. She’s always out at a restaurant and traveling. Typically dresses in more revealing clothes/lots of bikinis.  What differentiates her from the Socialite? The degree of elegance and class. While the Socialite gives you an “heiress” vibe, the Influencer is more on the “flashy celebrity” side.

Inspiration: Kaylar Will (https://www.instagram.com/kaylarwill/)

4. Femme Fatale: She rarely posts on social media, but when she does, it only makes you question her existence more. This girl is beautifully sensual, and her social media only reveals bits and pieces of her life. She is an entire mystery, no one knows about her private life. One day she’ll be flying from London, the next she’ll be visiting an art gallery  She’ll sometimes post images of gifted roses with poetry captions. She oozes seduction and dark mystery. 

Inspiration: Dita Von Teese (https://www.instagram.com/ditavonteese) Now I thought long and hard about who to choose for this one, and if you take a moment to look at Dita’s IG account, you will understand why. You will notice that the ONLY thing she posts about is her clothes/lingerie brand or things relating to business. She reveals nothing about her personal life. Every post is promotion about her business. In fact, the last time she posted something about her “life” was on October 8th when she posted her CAT modeling another designer’s scarf. She’s a very discreet woman, and it works in her favor.

5. Girl Next Door: You know that basic b*tch that’s SUPER popular for no reason? This is her. From her Starbucks to her Tiktoks, she’s just your average girl living her life. In a way, she isn’t a threat because she seems approachable, relatable, and friendly enough through social media. Something about her aspires others that they can achieve a similar lifestyle. She’s terribly basic, but somehow, it works. 

Inspiration: Loren Gray (https://www.instagram.com/loren/)

6. Exotica: *This persona is best suited for women of color* She is exotically beautiful and unique. She is a trendsetter, not a follower. She has an air of heightened sexuality, with a touch of grounded-spirituality. Something about her is wild and untamed, and she oozes excitement and adventure. 

Inspiration: Monica Leon, or “Danger”. Now if you’re in my generation, you may remember the reality show “For the Love of Ray J” (which was ghetto btw💀). To this day, one girl that I will NEVER forget on that show, was “Danger”, the girl with the tiger tattoo on her face and that NO ONE liked, but Ray J was obsessed with. Although she no longer is on Instagram (and has since legally changed her name), I still believe she naturally embodied that exotic and mysterious woman persona. I recommend watching the show for free on Youtube just to observe her (and only her because the other women were pickme’s  💀)

7. The Luxurious Diamond: This woman is the epitome of class and elegance. She exudes femininity and grace, and holds an air of mystery by only showing us bits and pieces of her life. What we see is soft luxuries, wineries, beautiful clothes/scenery, and a life of comfort. She balances a mature, elegant, ladylike presence, with subtle girly-youthfulness. 

Inspiration: Г-жа Анисимова   https://www.instagram.com/creme_de.la_femme/

✨How Does She Look Like? From her hair to how she wears her makeup, be able to create a vivid description of her appearance. Being able to do this will show you where to work on with your current appearance.

✨Personality We all have traits about ourselves that we don’t like. This is your chance to identify your traits that you love and maximize them, while also working on the aspects of your personality that are a bit more problematic.

It’s important to recognize that some “negative” traits are not really negative. Society just shames us for them. For example, “The Socialite” persona may be polite, but that doesn’t mean she’s super open and friendly with everyone. Not everyone is her friend, and she is naturally unattainable. So why would she be super friendly to everyone? Some may call her “standoffish”, but I call it “selective”.

✨Past Self? Not a Problem.  So let’s say you had a less than perfect childhood and endured a lot of trauma. Not a problem, just reinvent your past! Now I’m not saying to straight up lie and make up a crazy story about how you grew up with billionaire parents and traveled the globe. I’m saying adopt a realistic story that’ll help you on your journey. 

For example, if your date were to ask about your past, instead of telling him how tragic your childhood was and how you were homeless and abused by your parents, and no longer have a relationship with them, you can say: “I moved around a lot as a child (“homelessness”), so I really enjoyed being able to interact with a lot of different people (make the negative seem positive). My parents still move around a lot, so it’s hard for us to meet (explains why you aren’t in contact with your parents). 

Reword and reframe, ladies. Not everyone needs to know everything.

STEP 2 - BRING HER TO LIFE

✨Remove. You cannot embrace your new persona, your new IDENTITY, if you are still stuck in the past. And that includes past connections that do not serve you. Some of your old friends (college friends, childhood friends, etc.) are not meant to accompany you on this journey. And that’s OKAY. Same with other toxic relationships in your life, family included. You will have to decide who to keep, and who to distance yourself from.

✨ Social Media! I’ve mentioned this in an earlier post, but social media is the easiest way for you to push your new persona. You control the content that goes on your social media, so even if you haven’t fully embodied your new persona, you can sure as hell fake it on social media. 

- Unless your persona is a socialite/influencer type, avoid posting too often. - Be consistent; if you retouch your images, make sure its consistent with all your photos. - Be mindful of what people tag you in/post about you. You know that “friend” who always posts the ugliest pictures of you? Yeah. They’re not your friend, hun. 

✨Dress. The. Part. Okay, sis. You can have the personality down perfectly, but if the look doesn’t match, no one will buy it. Your look is the first thing people notice, so invest in it. It doesn’t cost a lot, especially with fast fashion sites like Shein that sells clothes for $5. Just be able to keep up the appearance.

✨ Immerse Yourself in the Environment.  Looking the part and having the right personality is not enough, ladies! It wouldn’t make sense for you to be a “Socialite” sharing pictures of you eating at Red Lobster and Olive Garden every night. It wouldn’t make sense for the “Traveler” persona to share only bathroom selfies in her apartment. You have to live like the woman you aspire to be, and that includes placing yourself in those environments.

If you are not in the place financially to do so, learn to project the image without spending money. Ex: If you can’t afford to go to Hawaii, go to your local beach and take bomb ass pictures. Don’t tag the location. People will automatically see a beach in your picture and assume you are on vacation traveling. Get creative, ladies. 

✨You Owe Them Nothing. Ladies! Remember you don’t owe anyone anything. Not an explanation, not your time, nothing. So if you are living this new persona and people are asking questions you don’t want to answer: don’t. This is your life. 

STEP 3 - YOUR PERSONA WHILE DATING HYPERGAMOUSLY & SOCIAL CLIMBING

So now that you have created your ideal persona, and taken the steps to incorporate it into your life, how can you use your newfound persona to aid you on your hypergamous journey and while social climbing?

✨Infiltrate New Circles. Your persona should be someone exciting and enticing. People love befriending people who are happy and adventurous. Use your persona to befriend others and enter new social circles. You can do this through: - Social media; follow similar accounts to yours and interact with them. - Activities related to your persona; Let’s say you adopted the “The Luxurious Diamond” persona and started visiting wineries. You may notice when you go that there are regulars; identify the regulars and use your common interest of wine to strike a conversation. -Interest groups; join clubs/groups that help you reach your goals. For example, “The Traveler” may have always wanted to travel to Bali, but didn’t want to go alone. She joins a travel group to meet other likeminded inviduals and meets a travel buddy. This person ends up introducing her to others who also enjoy traveling.

✨ Be a Chameleon. You should  never be set on just one persona. Like I said earlier, your persona should always be malleable. You should be able to change yourself to your benefit, and always be open to expansion. When it comes to dating, a man may “want” a certain type of woman, but the secret is that most men just want a woman who is open to possibilities.  I remember a man who used to be on my roster who loved music. This man was always insisting on taking me to operas and symphonies. And he too was a musician (I really don’t like dating musicians, but that’s a topic for another day), so whenever he was performing he would have me sitting in the box so I’d have an “undisturbed” experience.  Now ladies, I’m not into music AT ALL.  But I was open and willing, and guess what? The man adored it, and he adored me even more! He spoiled me like crazy and would serenade me with music he wrote about me because I was his “muse”. Although I ended up ghosting him, I definitely appreciate a good opera now! 

✨Be Larger than Life to Entice. The attractive part about these personas is the fact that it feels almost fake. The image that is portrayed is almost mythical, like something out of a fantasy. You can’t believe this girl is traveling so much, or you can’t believe this girl still has a social life in the middle of a pandemic! It’s unbelievable, but that’s what makes us so intrigued. Men especially love fantasy. That’s why many men have a “dream girl”, a woman that embodies their physical and emotional fantasies. They love the impossible. It’s also important to remember that you are always being watched. People see you, whether in person or on social media, and when they see someone or something more interesting than their mundane life, curiosity will get the best of them. They’ll be drawn to you and want to know you.

✨ The Persona Advantage. Creating a persona is supposed to help your journey. The purpose is to reinvent yourself into someone who will help you better navigate your hypergamous life.  For example, if you are trying to get into more exclusive, affluent circles, creating a persona who is skilled in social and dining etiquette would be more beneficial than a persona that’s an Instagram Influencer. Being an Instagram Baddie that wears Fashion Nova won’t help you at a Charity Gala. So be sure to think of what you desire in life to shape yourself into that. Don’t just become someone who won’t get you to where you want to be. 

This post will definitely have a Part 2 in the future, but in conclusion: You can be whoever you want to be as long as you play the role. Be an actress in your own life, and live the life you desire.

Well ladies, I’ll be away for Valentine’s day weekend. Wishing you all a wonderful and safe weekend ❤️ Lots of love.

Follow my IG for more: @mademoisellehypergamy

[after-witch]

You Can Run [Yandere Sesshoumaru x Reader]

Title: You Can Run [Yandere Sesshoumaru x Reader]

Synopsis: For request “Could you maybe do something with Sesshomaru? Maybe his ‘darling’ trying to escape not knowing that it would literally be impossible?”

Word count: 1700ish

notes: yandere, kidnapping

Planning an escape when you are constantly being watched, constantly surrounded, is not the easiest of tasks. You know this, because you have been planning an escape from the demon lord Sesshoumaru for many days now. It wasn’t an easy decision. He once threatened to kill you if you ever tried to leave, and you don’t know if he means it--but he doesn’t seem the type to make idle threats, imposing and stoic as he is, which is all the more why your plans simply cannot fail.

You have to leave. You have to get home to your family. You have to regain your freedom and your normal life. And since he has no intention of letting you go, escape is the only way you can take back control of your fate.

So you planned, and planned, and bit by bit prepared yourself to leave. Every few days, you snuck a provision or two into a bag you’ve tucked into your clothing--nothing big, nothing Rin or Jaken or (if he deigned to deal with those everyday tasks, which he doesn’t) Sesshoumaru would ever notice. Dried meat here, a fire stone there, extra cloth, a needle for repairs. Little things, but important, if you were ever to make it home in one piece.

Of course, you’re no hardy traveler, no world-weary merchant or soldier who is used to life on the road, but the seemingly endless days and nights you’ve spent captive in his presence have hardened you a bit. Your feet are used to walking (and walking, and walking); you know how to make a fire more readily than you ever did in your village, where your parents or elder brother were only too happy to step in when you fumbled with the tools; and you’ve learned to be more aware of sounds in the forest, how to find clean water, where to fish and how to keep yourself warm when the darkness brings chilly air.

I can do this, you think, every time you feel your mind begin to falter. Every time you catch him staring at you, as if he can read your thoughts, as if he knows what you’re planning and he’s waiting for you to take that first step away from camp to grab you and snap your neck or worse.

I can do this, every time you take advantage of Jaken’s distraction to grab something you’ll need. The knife was your biggest feat, the last thing on your mental list; and you swear you can feel it burning against your skin, a warning that it was too risky and he’ll notice and you’ll be caught and--no, no, no, you think.

I can do this.

**

Your heart is hammering so violently that you’re briefly afraid that it will wake someone up. It won’t, you know--but that doesn’t make your nerves any less shaky or make you feel any safer. Your eyes do another sweep of the campsite as you slip off your footwear and tuck them into your bag, now full and slung over your shoulder.

Rin is sleeping peacefully, and your heart felt a pang of guilt when you’d slowly removed her arm from around your stomach--cuddled close, as she’d started doing recently. You do care for her, poor thing that she is, but you have to care for your freedom more. Jaken is sleeping… well, like Jaken--snoring and occasionally mumbling and clawing at the air. But the biggest obstacle to your potential escape is what worries you the most: Sesshoumaru. He’s leaning against the nearby tree, eyes closed, body passive and prone. Is he sleeping? Resting? The thoughts come in rapid flickers, terrified bursts that tempt you to lay your head back down and forget you ever began plotting to run.

But the temptation is overcome by the slow, dreaded visions of the future. Were you to be his unwilling travel companion forever? He would never say why, exactly, he’d taken you--would never tell you what he was going to do with you or when (if ever, if never) this would reach an end.

So you took the chance. And took a wary step. No movement from the demon lord. You took another step. Still, nothing--no, a breath, an easy one, careless. He must be sleeping. He must be sleeping. You take another step and another until you’re away from the flickering fire and instead in the woods, dark and loud with the sound of insects and animals. You slip on your shoes to protect your feet and pull out the pilfered knife, just in case. The moon above is round and glorious and you silently thank it for lighting your way. You needed to be able to see, to get as far away as possible, particularly during the first few nights of your barely-tangible freedom.

It’s thrilling. It’s terrifying. You could die out here, well before you make it home. You’re well-aware, now more than ever, of the potential dangers in the forest--of the potential dangers in the world. Yet you can’t help but think, as you push aside brush and ignore the itching of insect bites, would it not be better to be killed by a wolf or drown crossing a river than to be forced under the will of a demon lord?

You forge ahead, each step filling you with a shaky confidence. You’d done it. You’d gotten away. When the moon disappears and the sky turns its beautiful colorful shades to prepare for the rising sun, you feel something akin to happiness wash over you. Surely you’d gotten far enough that they couldn’t catch up right away, surely so--and you decide to take a rest in a natural clearing.

You sit against a rock and finally pay attention to the rumbling of your stomach. You had barely eaten the night before, too nervous to keep anything down. You don’t want to start a fire--you’re not that far away, you remind yourself--so you pull out a piece of cold, dried meat and take a bite. Maybe you can find a river soon to quench your thirst. Maybe you’ll even be able to catch a fish or two, though cooking them would have to wait.

And then, a branch snaps. Hard. You tense. A wolf? A bear? Your hands slowly reach for the knife you’d set on the ground. Could you fight off an animal with such a small weapon? Or would your theory about it being better to die at the hands of an animal be haunting you so quickly?

No, no, no. Your vision begins to blur in panic as the familiar visage of Sesshoumaru steps out of the trees. White--and red. And angry.

You manage to stand, legs quaking, the knife falling from hands that you can’t control, and you turn to run when you see that the white of his eyes have become a terrible blood-red. He’s going to kill you. The thought rushes through you--Is it better to die by the hands of the demon lord than to be his unwilling captive?

Your body moves of its own accord but it doesn’t matter, because you don’t take but a half-step when you feel him harshly yank you backwards by your hair. You tumble to the ground with a cry and he swoops down, pinning you to the forest floor with his claws.

His breath is hot and he practically spits as the words tear out of his throat, low and violent: “What did you think you were doing, human?”

His eyes are even more horrible up close, and your mind tries to think of chants, of prayers. His claws tighten at your wrists and you know you have to say something, though nothing will spare you from the death that you know is coming. Your body is trembling so wildly that your teeth knock together when you answer.

“I was going home. I was getting away from you. You--you can’t keep me.” You’re going to die, so you may as well be honest. At least you’ll die with a pure mind.

“Of course I can,” he hisses. “I will keep you, and you will listen, and you will stop being such a damned annoyance.” And just like that, his tirade over, his red eyes fade, returning to their impassive coolness. The air feels less heavy and you can breathe. But he doesn’t let you up right away, and stays uncomfortably close to you as you lay prone on the ground.

“The sooner you stop being foolish, the better.”

You don’t know what to say. He gets up, then, and stares down at you.

“Get up. We’re going back. I will think of a punishment later.”

He’s not going to kill you. You don’t know why. He’s going to keep you. And you don’t know why.

The will to live overpowers anything else, though, and your force your shaky body to get up off the ground. You glance at your bag, at the knife you’d dropped earlier, and Sesshoumaru merely stares as you gather up your supplies. Waste not, want not, you suppose.

He begins walking away from the clearing, back into the forest, and you have no choice but to follow. Your newfound freedom is already gone. You feel deflated. You feel more helpless than ever. What went wrong? Was he awake when you ran? Did you leave tracks, unknowingly, perhaps with your shoes? You have to know.

"Lord Sesshoumaru?”

He doesn’t answer, and you stare at the back of his head as he walks with an ease through the forest you’d taken much longer to navigate.

“How did you find me so quickly?”

He stops for a moment, just a second, before continuing on.

“I tracked your scent,” he says, without bothering to look back. “ I marked you a long time ago. I’ll always find you, no matter where you go. Remember that, human. ”

Ah, you think.

I can’t run.

[uncloseted]

Do you have any advice for like organizing your life? Idk when it started but ive just been in this state of mind where I feel perpetually behind and in like chaos. I thought I had ADHD because I can never finish anything (if i can even get to the point where i start things) and i forget everything i have to do and i felt like i had a lot of the symptoms but maybe just on a milder scale, but i dont know if its something else mentally or i just dont know how to be properly organized. ):

Yes! I have so much advice. As someone who got through an entire Master's degree with untreated ADHD, I've had to get really familiar with organizational systems and other ways to trick my brain into doing what I need it to do. Whatever the cause of your executive dysfunction, I've got you covered 😂

TL;DR

Set specific, measurable, achievable, relevant, and time bound goals for yourself (SMART). Evaluate them and readjust if they're not working.

Make a big list of your tasks, and sort them into four groups: "Important & Urgent", "Important but Not Urgent", "Unimportant but Urgent", and "Unimportant and Not Urgent".

Find a technology that helps you keep track of everything, whether it's a productivity app like Notion, setting automated reminders, Google Calendar, or a notebook.

Figure out what's stopping you from getting started. Are you overwhelmed? Afraid of failing? Just bored?

Anything worth doing is worth doing badly. Just show up or just get started. A minute of work is better than not doing anything, so tell yourself you'll just get started and then you can quit. Doing things half-assed is better than not doing them at all.

Break down every task you have to do into very small details and check them off as you go along.

"Temptation bundle" tasks you need to do by pairing them with things you enjoy doing.

Try focusing on just one task for 25 minutes straight, taking a 5 minute break, and then focusing for 25 minutes straight again.

Do things how you'll get them done. It doesn't matter how you "should" do them. It's okay if you get things done out of order, or if you stop one task and come back to it later.

Try making tasks fun, interesting, novel, or cute to encourage yourself to do them. Or turn tasks into games.

Ask for help when you need it. It's okay to rely on other people.

It's not cheating to make things easier for yourself. Remove any obstacles or friction between you and the thing you want to get done so that the thing you want to get done is also the easiest path.

Setting The Right Goals

Before you even start trying to get things done, you need to know what needs to get done. A lot of the time, we intuitively feel like we know what needs to get done, but for people who struggle with executive dysfunction, we're prone to forgetting. For big goals, I like the WOOP and SMART(ER) methods.

WOOP and SMART(ER) goals

SMART(ER) is a tool to help you set the right goals for you.  Too often, we set goals like “I’m going to start exercising” or “I’m going to quit going on my phone”.  Those are great in theory, but without an action plan, it’s easy to not follow through.

SMARTER goals are ones that are:

Specific (simple, sensible, significant).

If your goal isn’t specific, you won’t be able to focus your efforts or feel motivated to achieve it.

Try to answer: what do I want to accomplish? Why is this goal important? Who is involved? Where is it located? Which resources or limits are involved?

Measurable (meaningful, motivating).

Having measurable goals is important because it allows you to track your progress and stay motivated by seeing how far you’ve come.

A measurable goal should be one that answers “how much”, “how many” and “how will I know when it’s accomplished”?

Achievable (agreed, attainable).

Your goal needs to be realistic in order for you to stay motivated and be successful. If you’re aiming too high, you’ll become demotivated quickly because it doesn’t feel like you’re making progress.

An achievable goal requires you to ask “how can I accomplish this goal” and “how realistic is this goal based on other constraints?”

Relevant (reasonable, realistic and resourced, results-based).

Relevant goals are ones that matter to you. Make sure that these goals are ones that are important to you, not ones that you think you should be pursuing.

A relevant goal is one that can answer “yes” to the following questions: “does this seem worthwhile?”, “is this the right time?”, “does this match my other efforts/needs?”, “is it applicable in my current socio-economic environment?”

Time bound (time-based, time limited, time/cost limited, timely, time-sensitive).

Every goal needs a target date so that you have a deadline you can focus on and work toward.

A time sensitive goal is one that answers “when?”, “what can I do six months from now?”, “what can I do six weeks from now?”, and “what can I do today?”

Evaluate

Every day, evaluate how you’re doing on your goals. Long term goals can be easily ignored if they’re not evaluated every day, and if you don’t evaluate how you’re doing on your goals regularly, you might miss the things that are preventing you from achieving them.

Readjust

If you find that your approach isn’t working, you may need to readjust your goals. That doesn’t mean that you’re failing at your goals or that you should quit; it just means you have to rethink the approach you’re taking. Maybe the goal isn’t as relevant to you as you thought it would be, or it’s not as realistic as you expected, or your timeline is too short. Identify which part of your SMARTER goal is tripping you up and readjust it.

The best goals are ones that include trying new things instead of quitting old ones.  Quitting things is hard; learning something new is easier and more exciting.  If you’re looking to quit something, replace it by establishing a new habit that takes its place.  For example, “I’m going to stop going on my phone,” is hard, but “when I feel like going on my phone, I’ll read a book for ten minutes instead” might be easier to maintain.

After you’ve figured out your SMARTER goal, it’s time to WOOP.  WOOP is something like the scientifically proven cousin of “manifesting”.  Just visualizing our goals or positive thinking on its own can be counterproductive, because it fools our lizard brains into believing that we’ve already achieved the goal.  By using the WOOP method, you can prevent that from happening and actually achieve what you want to achieve.

WOOP stands for:

Wish: Identify a wish that is challenging, yet attainable. This should be your SMARTER goal.

Outcome: Imagine the best outcome as a result of your wish (as vividly as possible). Really daydream about what your life would be like if you achieved your goal.

Ask yourself, what is the biggest benefit you could receive from achieving this goal?

Obstacle: Identify and imagine what obstacles will get in the way of your wish.

What might get in the way? Thoughts, feelings, beliefs, old behavior patterns, bad habits, social pressure… identify as many as you can, then prioritize their likely they are to happen and how significant they would be if they did happen.

Plan: Create an if-then plan to overcome the obstacles you identified- “if [obstacle occurs] then I will [plan A].” Do your best to pick the most effective path you can for each obstacle, and identify a few different plans in case your first plan doesn’t work.

For example, if you wanted to start exercising, your WOOP might look like this:

Wish: Go on a run 3x/week after school/work for a month.

Outcome: Better energy, confidence, and health.

Obstacle: Feeling tired and hungry at the end of the day…Not wanting to go.

Plan: Pack a snack for the end of the day, and put on gym clothes right when you get home.

Or if you wanted to stop watching TV and read more:

Wish: Watch only 5 episodes of TV per week, and read when I feel the urge to watch TV for a month.

Outcome: Learn a lot. Get smarter. Feel better. Enjoy the great ideas. Feel like I’m spending my time wisely.

Obstacle: Not feeling like it. Preferring to watch TV.

P: If I catch myself watching TV, then I turn it off and start reading a book instead.

Smaller Tasks

For smaller tasks, I use a method called 4 Quadrants. I make a big list of everything I can think of that I want to do or need to do. Then, I sort those tasks into four categories: "Important & Urgent", "Important but Not Urgent", "Unimportant but Urgent", and "Unimportant and Not Urgent". Doing this helps me to prioritize the things that need my attention right away without forgetting smaller tasks that I would like to get done at some point. If you can, also estimate how long you think each task will take.

The technology you use to actually keep track of everything will depend on what kind of person you are. The only thing that works for me is Notion. I think I like it because it's cute, flexible, and it syncs across all of my devices. Other people use the Notes app in their phone, have a Google Doc, use another productivity app, or just carry around a notebook/planner with them everywhere they go. You might have to try a few different options before finding what works for you.

Another thing that may help is setting reminders on your phone. Some people really like this method and other people really dislike this method, so YMMV, but it's worth trying. On the less intense end, you can put your tasks in a calendar and assign each task a specific block of time. This can be helpful because your brain can go on auto-pilot and just move from one task to the next. On the more intense end, you can also use your phone to remind you of tasks when you're in specific locations- for example, if you're by the library, it will remind you to return your books, or if you're by the grocery store, it will remind you that you're out of milk.

Actually Doing The Task

Now you know what you need to get done, but you still have to actually do the thing. Brains that struggle with executive dysfunction tend to struggle with starting tasks, even when they know they need to do something and want to do it. There are a few methods that help with this:

What's Stopping You?

First, see if there's anything that's holding you back from doing the task. It can help to ask yourself the following types of questions: Are you missing the materials you need to work on the task? Are you afraid that if you start, you'll do the task badly? Are you unsure of what the task entails or where to start with the task? Does the task feel overwhelming? Is the task boring? Knowing what's holding you back can help you find a workaround.

If what's stopping you is that you're missing the materials you need to work on the task, try making a list of everything you need and where you can get them. Then, you can just grab everything you need and start working.

If you're afraid that you'll do the task badly, try to remind yourself that everything that's worth getting done is worth doing badly. Doing something is better than doing nothing. It can also be helpful to remember that this version of the task doesn't need to be the final version. You can always go back and make edits to improve the final product. But you can't make the final product better if you never start.

If you feel overwhelmed with the task or are unsure of where to start, trying writing out each step of the task in stupidly small detail. For example: "Open laptop. Open Firefox. Open Google Docs. Create new document. Write name at top of document." Then, just do the first step of the task. It seems silly, but breaking tasks down into small, achievable steps can make it feel less overwhelming. If you like check lists, you can put a check box next to each step and check them off as you go. This is nice because it helps you to feel like you're making progress. If there are any steps you're unclear on, make a plan for how you're going to clarify those steps- talking to someone who's done the task before, researching the task online, etc. If you want, you can make this more fun by pretending you're filming a tutorial or pretending that you're a Sim.

If the task is boring, try "temptation bundling". This is where you take something you don't want to do (the task) and pair it with something you like to do (listening to music, watching TV, etc). For example, you may be more likely to exercise if you only watch your favorite TV show while you're at the gym. Doing this helps to make the task less boring and it helps us to want to do the task.

If your brain just kind of feels paralyzed, tell yourself that you're only going to do the task for a small amount of time (30 seconds, a minute, 5 minutes, whatever you think you can handle). If you still don't want to do the task after that time period is up, you can quit. This trick tends to help our brains break out of "task paralysis", where we just can't initiate a new task. Usually, after that time has passed, our brains realize that the task isn't actually that bad, and we can keep going until it gets finished.

In a similar vein, the Pomodoro method works for a lot of people who struggle with executive dysfunction (although not all- again, some people really like it and others really dislike it). With this method, you focus really hard on only one task for 25 minutes (or however long you can focus for) at a time and then take a 5 minute break. This tends to work because our brains can only concentrate for so long, and 25 minutes feels like a manageable amount of time to work on a task.

Some Miscellaneous Advice

In no particular order, here are some other things that have helped me get things done despite the fact that my brain is a chaos muppet:

Junebugging. This is a strategy where you jump from task to task until everything gets done. So maybe I'll start by wanting to make my bed. But then I'll notice that next to my bed is my nightstand, and there's an empty wrapper on it. So I'll put the wrapper in the trash, and realize the trash needs to be taken out. So I'll put on my shoes and take the trash out, and when I get back in, I'll take off my shoes and want to put on my slippers. I'll go get my slippers in my room and see that my bed needs to get made, so I'll go make the bed. It's perhaps not the most efficient method of getting things done, but my brain was never going to be able to take the most efficient route. This way, the wrapper gets taken off the nightstand, the trash gets taken out, I get my slippers, and the bed gets made. This method is just about getting stuff done, even if it's not necessarily what you set out to do.

Do it how you'll get it done. Kind of going along with junebugging, it's important for people who struggle with executive dysfunction to let go of the way that things "should" get done. Our brains usually aren't going to do things the way they "should" do them, and so it's better to work with our brains instead of against them. If brushing your teeth in the shower is the way your teeth are going to get brushed, who cares if you're not brushing your teeth at the sink. Find the strategies that work for you and run with them, regardless of what other people do.

Keep items where you use them, and buy multiples if you need to. I have a water bottle, a trash can, and cleaning wipes in every part of my house where I regularly sit, because that's where I'll be when I want to use them. Putting things where they're used reduces the "friction" of the task- instead of having to get up, go get the item, and then use it, you just have to use it.

Build good habits if you can. Habits can be hard to form for people with executive dysfunction, but there's really helpful once they're solidified. For a few weeks, I kept repeating to myself "don't put it down, put it away" any time I had an item in my hand. Now I habitually put things away, and I lose items much less frequently. Another habit that's really helped me is cleaning up one thing every time I leave a room- so maybe I'll put something in the trash can, or take something with me from the room I'm in to the room it's supposed to be in. This has helped me to keep things much tidier than they used to be.

Make things novel, interesting, or fun. When in doubt, a good way to get our brains to do something is to try and make it fun. Hate brushing your teeth? Buy a cute toothbrush and a novelty toothpaste flavor, put on some music, brush with your opposite hand, and see how many squats you can do before the song ends. It might look ridiculous, but if it gets you to brush your teeth, it's worth it. On the simpler side, changing up how my Notion dashboard looks keeps me excited to use it because it feels new, so I try to give it a new vibe every few months. You can even turn tasks into games- how many dishes can you wash before the microwave beeps? Now it's interesting and fun instead of something you're obligated to do.

Ask for help when you need it. It's okay to rely on other people to keep you going. For example, try having a friend sit on FaceTime with you while you're doing the task. This is called "body doubling" and it's really helpful for getting things done, even if the person isn't helping you with the task.

There's also some great advice here that I recommend checking out, not just for ADHD and executive dysfunction but also for people who struggle with anxiety and depression.

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WAHHH I LOST SO MUCH WRITTEN PROGRESS I SWEAR TO GOD I STARTED WRITING IT UGH

WHATEVER IMMA REDO IT NOW WHILE I’M STILL DETERMINED TO GET IT DONE!!!

AU Info (mostly basic species crap) + Lore!!!

The butler drones (early worker models) were obviously the first drones created, made solely for servitude to the flesh people (humans. Don’t ask lol I’m writing this at like 12:30 a.m. which is when I get weird). Well, as they continued to serve, work for and build for the flesh people, the need slowly arose for more material. And while they can go mining and hold a pickaxe, their small statures and build clearly weren’t originally intended for very heavy work. Thus, Miner Drones were created for digging and mining jobs. The miners are fitted with two kinds of claws: stubby and little claws, mostly intended for breaking up dirt claws and basic everyday use (as portrayed in my little doodle of Miner N), and what would later be dubbed ‘Disassembly Claws,’ long claws intended for heavy-duty use such as mining precious stones and ores, and even just regular rocks. They’re the first and original versions of the claws seen on Disassembly Drones. They have the basic bodies of Worker Drones, but they have sharp fangs and stand far taller in statures at 6’0 tall and up! (N is only 6’3, rather short for a Miner lol.) Besides claws, the biggest and easiest way to differ Miners from basic Workers through appearance is that Miners also have an extension cord/electrical outlet tails w/ plugs on the ends. Miners accumulated into what became known as ‘Colonies,’ each individual colony being run and kept in order by a ‘Nurse Drone,’ old Hospital Medics that were repurposed to work solely on other drones. 

Now, during the Uprising, it was only Worker Drones that actually stopped taking orders from the company. Miners and Nurses stayed in line, doing as they knew best. So, while this mostly saved them from the DDs, anyone who happened to get caught between a Disassembly Drone and a Worker Drone would be killed no-question. Because of the DD work ethic, anyone and anything in the way of their base jobs is an obstacle that will be forcibly removed. As long as they aren’t completely trashed, luckily, a Nurse can probably repair them.

ONTO LORE NOW!!!

So obviously let me address the biggest issue and the elephant in the room: “How the f*ck is N supposed to exist as both a Miner AND a Disassembly Drone at the exact same time?!?! It doesn’t make sense!” Well actually, J answers this question first us in an episode!

The company literally made multiple models of a bunch of different drones. And while she specifically says something about how they only remake drones that are good at their jobs, that’s not an issue here!

See, because N was one of the first drone models anyway. He was a butler at the Elliot Mansion. And while he was a tad clumsy, his programme made him super soft-spoken, kind, helpful, compliant and obedient! And that seems like the kind of programming that would be reused in multiple models of drone, hence why N was the very first Miner model. His gentle and mellow temperament made him easy to get along with, paired with exceptional obedience practically makes him the perfect test drone! After he was made successfully, they decided to continue the line of Miners. Though seeing as they handle heavy work, they would need regular daily maintenance just to retain functional working order… So they repurposed the shell of an old drone that used to work in a hospital, fitted with mechanic knowledge in addition to her original first-aid, and shipped her to Copper-9 to accompany N. This drone was Irene Joyce. Now, at some point she had an accident in the mines while working, and didn’t shut down and ‘die’ as intended. This event is actually what turned her into a Zombie Drone. This affects her in almost no way though (but more on that later)! And she named her tail Jace.

Now, due to the fact that they’re mostly exempt from disassembly means they never meet the main cast, right?! WRONG!!!

Actually, regular N meets Miner N while he and Irene are out for a walk. (This is after he and Irene became a couple! More on that later too! I’ll make more posts about this AU dw.) N is out hunting, and he mistakes Irene for a regular worker, and goes to attack her, but Miner N protects her because he’s EXTREMELY protective <3

Well, this very quickly stops regular N, seeing as he is confused and probably terrified that he’s basically seeing his identical twin. I’m sure you’d do the same too. And basically, everyone is just c o n f u s e d. Well, this is far before he met Uzi. Since they’re not workers and don’t wanna be involved but are extremely curious about regular N, they consistently meet ip with him in secret in the mines and they all just… Get to know each other.

That’s all for today!!! And this post!!! I’m super sleepy and it’s now 9:45 so… IDK! Yay!

I made yet ANOTHER MD AU with extra drone types

THEN I DREW N AS A FANCY DRONE AND I LOVE HIM AND THAT MODEL OF N IS DATING A NURSE THEMED DRONE NAMED IRENE JOYCE

i need to post the OC sheets and art lol TvT

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