#NAHIMIC

[govindhtech]

MAESTRO 300: A Flexible Gaming Headset With Comfort

MAESTRO 300

With a universal plug-and-play compatibility, the lightweight MAESTRO 300 gaming headset captures crisp voice with its unidirectional microphone and produces immersive audio with 40mm neodymium drivers. Any head may be comfortably fitted with its swiveling, tiltable ear cups, adjustable headband, and high-density memory foam earpads, which come in breathable mesh or protein leather. When it comes to advanced 3D sound and audio tuning, the Nahimic headset software provides an unmatched level of immersion.

SOUND DEPTH

Experience rich audio reproduction with 40mm neodymium high-resolution speakers that have been painstakingly tuned to produce lifelike playback. With their wider frequency response, these drivers offer a lifelike audio experience that captures even the smallest details in your preferred video game, films, or songs. They also have clear highs, accurate mids, and deep bass.

Creating a Robust Sound

Several sound modifications were done by MSI Audio Engineering while honing the MAESTRO 300. The original version (green line) had a lot of treble but not enough bass, so it was clean and sharp but lacked the power in the bottom end that you need for a better movie or gaming experience. The second version (blue line) increased bass at the expense of clarity, which made it more difficult to distinguish crucial sounds in games, such as footsteps. The final yellow SPL curve was obtained after much testing, balancing the bass and treble. With these astute acoustic adjustments, the MAESTRO 300 now produces a well-balanced sound that is perfect for gaming, music, and movies.

QUIET CHAT, EASILY DETACHED

With this premium, detachable cardioid microphone, you can wave goodbye to annoying background noises during talks. Its pick-up pattern concentrates on the wearer rather than everything around them. Because of the mic boom’s flexibility, any head shape may be easily accommodated. It works just as well for professional use as it does for strenuous gaming sessions, providing crystal-clear communication. Just take off the microphone to relax with some music or a movie.

LEATHER THRILL OR MESH CHILL

With replaceable high-density foam earpads, you can feel cool or snug. Select from breathable mesh for a light feel or opulent protein leather for more comfort. During lengthy gaming sessions, the breathable mesh earpads are made to optimize airflow, keeping your ears cool and comfy. The protein leather earpads, on the other hand, provide a more luxurious and soft feel along with a somewhat improved seal to keep out outside noises, making them ideal for concentrated use. Because of its adaptability, you can tailor your audio experience to the circumstances and your tastes.

IN DETAIL: LIGHTWEIGHT COMFORT

With its thick head padding, swiveling 90-degree tiltable earcups, and a sturdy size adjustment mechanism that fits snugly to your head shape and rotates easily for storage and travel all without sacrificing durability the incredibly light MAESTRO 300 (247g) places a premium on comfort. It’s perfect for extended gaming sessions.

Complete command

Use the media buttons to take command. Mute the microphone and easily adjust the volume.

Available on many platforms

The MAESTRO 300, designed for PC gaming, can easily connect to Mac, PlayStation 5, Nintendo Switch, and mobile devices. Due to its adaptability and ease of usage, it’s essential for gamers who want a smooth and immersive gaming experience across all platforms.

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MAC

For PlayStation

Nintendo Switch

Transportable

NAHIMIC AS A HEADSET

Nahimic adds 3D surround sound to headset audio to improve gaming, music, and movie experiences. It has adjustable equalizer settings, noise reduction for clear audio communication, and enhanced situational awareness for competitive gameplay. It also preserves steady audio levels and enhances bass for improved comfort and hearing protection.

MAESTRO 300

MSI fine-tuned high-resolution 40mm Neodymium drivers to provide lifelike sounds for immersive listening.

Detachable Unidirectional (Cardioid) Microphone: An excellent microphone for crystal-clear audio recording.

Mesh Chill or Leather Thrill: Luxurious protein leather for seclusion or breathable mesh for breathability characterize these high-density foam earpads.

Sturdy, Lightweight Comfort – Weighing only 247g without the microphone, the headband can be adjusted to accommodate any head shape, and the earcups may be rotated.

Plug & Play on Many Platforms: Using a USB-C cable or USB-C to A converter, you can use this device with a PC, Mac, PS5/4, Switch, and mobile devices.

Well-known audio software that provides 3D sound and sophisticated tuning for immersive gaming is Nahimic for Headset.

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[pearlwhitecats]

Doodles of the dumb squad <3 🍢♥️♠️🐱

[nottheangel-raphael]

The comings and goings of various council members from Krovs Castle never went unnoticed by the current residing councilmen. So when Raphael learned of Nahim Ravani's return he could not have been more delighted. Very few councilmen earned the fickle ghoul's favor, rarely was it any of the young and fresh ones as proven by Belgium's latest seat-holder that he'd come to enjoy irritating. It wasn't his fault Roland made it so easy to rile up. And Malta's councilman had been the one to expose the traits well-maintained in the other vampire that Raphael immediately knew he'd made the right choice in backing Nahim's rise to power in his country. And thankfully his ally in aggravation had returned once more to bother Rochefort with him and the other few councilmen in this league.

The ghoul approached Nahim's suite with a bottle of expensive blood wine from Italy and waited until the younger answered his knock. He smiled warmly, always charming, at the pretty thing before him as he offered out his welcoming gift. "Welcome back, Mr. Ravani, I trust you're settling back into your suite nicely."

@nahim

[shadedempsey]

Shade wasn't all that up on the day to day gossip at the castle. In all honestly he never knew all that many details save for the big shit and usually well after the fact. Nahim was no different. Oh he'd had a good time with the councilman of Malta no doubt and had been looking forward to another round, but by the time he'd realized said councilman had peaced out guy was strolling back into his restaurant like he owned it. Course, he probably could. councilman usually came with a fat wallet. Not that Shade was up for sale that he knew, but things had a way of happening when his dick was involved before his brain could catch up.

He was in the kitchen because he was always in the kitchen, but he had enough staff to cover him and the dinner rush was winding down. Everyone in the place was well acquainted with how things worked and when Shade designated those of importance. Councilmen were top of the list. He turned over things to the sous chef and started a on one of the appetizers making a small dish. It was more about the presentation than anything else as he made the Moroccan meatballs with pomegranate glaze, plated it and took it to the councilman who sat alone at one of the set tables. He'd already been served a glass of wine that would go with the appetizer, compliments of the chef.

Shade set the plate in front of Nahim sure to drizzle the dark sweet sticky glaze over the steaming meat as he held the other's gaze. "House made." He said setting the spoon on the side of the plate grabbing one and popping the juicy morsel between his teeth with a wicked grin to the master. He hummed deeply around the bite letting his eyes flutter before helping himself to Nahim's glass of wine. "The perfect pairing."

@nahim

[enforceryuta]

Yuta knew that after arriving and settling down, he should go around the introduce himself to the Council but he felt no significant drive to get it done in a timely manner so he went for a walk around the castle, observed a few slaves in the Undercroft and went back to his own room to make himself something to eat. After pushing off introductions for a few hours, the Enforcer went about doing his job and made his way towards the councilman suites.

After meeting with the first few councilman on his list, the Lich was standing in front of the councilman of Malta’s door and he took a deep breath. Pausing for a moment to collect himself before knocking on the door and putting his arms behind his back as he waited patiently for the door to open.

@nahim

[raidenproulx]

Heat week was always something the tribrid enjoyed. It gave him an excuse to indulge in bad behavior. At his age he had more control over himself, if he wanted to. Well at least the dragon side of himself. The demon was a bit newer, but it was still a familiar feeling not all that different from his dragon side, just more of it. Course Raiden would play into any reason to act worse given the chance.

He was aware of the new arrivals in the castle, both slave and councilman. Keeping tabs on things that happened around him was second nature, a subconscious habit. Neither held much value other than base and currently that's all he had a need for. Tired of the worn out toys he was looking for something new to chew on and had been heading to the undercroft knowing he could break the new dog with less protest than Malta's councilman, but fortune smiled on him as the pint sized islander wander into his hunting ground.

"Ravani." He barked out to the other who came around a corner, back to him going the same way down a hall not seeing him yet. "Tryin to ignore me, Malta?" Accusation in the question as he stalked up to the smaller creature.

@nahim

[tweetingukpolitics]

[geortthewisesage]

why nahimic if it sucks so ass and js is really bad

[kellbishop]

Most of the vampires who had offered to give him blood for healing normally would have made Kell drink it directly, something he appreciated even if it was damn disgusting. So a big part of him was relieved when Nahim simply made a cut on his own arm and allowed the blood to drip down, landing against the human's split knuckles and healing them within seconds. That he didn't stop immediately once the skin had healed caused Kell to quirk an eyebrow up, but he stayed quiet until Nahim seemed to come back to himself.

He drew his hand back, moving to carefully wipe the blood on his pants, not particularly fussed about them getting ruined. It wasn't as if the Undercroft lacked in extra clothing to give him considering how many of the masters seemed to enjoy straight up destroying slaves clothes. "Melancholy?" He repeated with a slight laugh. Not having expected it since he'd been looking down, the human's entire body stiffened at the sudden grip on his jaw before Kell managed to make himself relax. "Surely I can't be that bad."

nahim preened under kell’s acknowledgement of the improvements made to the suite’s improved reinforcements. never one to shy away from throwing money at any and all technological advancements that piqued his interest – sometimes solely for the joy of taking them apart to understand how they worked only to throw them away shortly after, – nahim saw no reason not to decorate his suite with the same adornments the palazzo back home had been modernised with. marcellino’s preference for the days gone by approach of security simply weren’t sufficient with today’s developing crime rates and numerous individuals with grudges roaming the halls of the castle despite outward appearances of civility. there was no such thing as too careful, not even in krovs. he’d heard about the assassination fuss. he wasn’t taking that kind of risk, not so soon into his tenure. “it’s for the best. i don’t like it when others pry through my things. i don’t trust certain souls around here not to do so given half the chance.”

with everything prepared in the kitchen, nahim waited patiently for kell to make his decision and made a pleased sound as the bloodied limb was gently presented on the counter. after a drawn out moment of admiration from an array of angles, nahim encouraged his fangs to drop and brought his wrist to his lips to tear deep incisions into the flesh. it didn’t take long for the blood to flow having only fed an hour prior from the night before’s rental who’d accidentally slept in and he moved languidly to let the blood pour over the split skin of kell’s knuckles. it wasn’t often that nahim was willing to share his blood. regardless of the purpose, he always saw it as wasteful. however, there was something about kell that made the process appealing in a way the councilman hadn’t previously considered, though what that was exactly, he couldn’t be sure, not yet. the healing qualities in his blood was more than sufficient in healing the minor wounds in a heartbeat but nahim found himself too captivated by the sight to stem the flow, keeping a claw embedded in one incision to prevent his healing abilities from tending to the open wound.

after a beat, he forced himself to break from his reverie and raised his arms to stretch them above his head with a soft groan as his spine cracked in pleased response, a thin trail of blood streaming down the underside of his forearm as the flesh worked to preternaturally stitch itself back together. he watched the cherry red rivulet in keen observation before straightening up properly once and for all, paying no mind as it dripped to the floor. the first aid kit had been entirely for show but now it seemed some of the contents might be of use if he didn't want blood staining the tiling.

“you’re special.” nahim saw no reason to skirt around the matter. kell had even been smart enough to raise it himself. even if it had been made in jest, that didn’t make it any less valid an inquiry in the vampire’s opinion. “your melancholy engulfs you like an ill-fitting coat. it wears you rather than you it. it’s palpable. almost impossible to ignore.” he reached up to lightly grasp kell’s jaw, turning his head from side to side in assessment. “it’s intriguing. refreshing. unfortunate for you, yes, deeply, but fascinating for me.”

[krovscastlerpg]

Nahim Ravani | Council (Malta) | 1,015 | Vampire | Bottom

"Fear is the most divine emotion. It is the stones for altars and the beginning of wisdom. Half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. Real gods require blood."

Born in what is now known as Dhaka on an October evening many a tired century ago, Nahim’s mortal existence was a series of one unsightly unfortunate event after another from the moment of his untimely birth, all eventually leading to desperate times calling for desperate measures in late childhood and eliminating any possibility of maintaining any kind of illusion of innocence. Sheer desperation pushed Nahim to make his way in the world in the very dregs of all that human society had to offer, enduring a number of years in various exploits as a means of ensuring sustenance and survival. Eventually, Nahim’s bids for survival led him to working and residing in his hometown’s brothel following the sudden and decimating loss of his mother and younger brother, leaving him entirely alone in the world at an incredibly tender age. With Nahim’s adolescence spent at the expense and use of others, a resigned acceptance towards the cruelties that the world had subjected him to and was still yet to offer began to form. Over the handful of years spent in such a torturous cycle that could barely be called an existence, Nahim became a sharper, colder being entirely; quick-witted with an expert sleight of hand and a near-encyclopedic knowledge of how to manipulate to his advantage – first a survival skill, later a hobby.

On the eve of Nahim’s seventeenth birthday, after a small celebration with a handful of the other sex workers and a few drinks smuggled in by the madame to celebrate the occasion, Nahim had been ready to retire for the evening after being granted a rare reprieve from his duties when an unfamiliar face had come drifting through the door and Nahim had watched transfixed from above between the bannisters. The man had been nothing like the usual patrons; he exuded a level of grace and sophistication Nahim had never witnessed before. Over the course of the next six months, the man — Marcellino Attard, then-councilman of Malta — became a frequent patron of the brothel, spending night after night in Nahim’s company. When he had sufficiently gained the boy’s trust through an abundance of gifts and flattery over time, Marcellino propositioned him and fully staked his claim, departing shortly after the consummation and failing to return afterwards without any explanation offered. Though Nahim had initially felt scorned by such a sudden loss, he had long since learned not to waste his time getting deeply emotionally invested in others, dismissing Marcellino’s hold on his mind as a byproduct of getting overly familiar with a client. He pushed all thoughts of the councilman from his mind and, begrudgingly, resigned himself to the all too familiar monotony of life once again, the days passing by in a dissociative blur of muted acceptance. 

Late one night as another month without him came to pass, Nahim was sharply pulled from his slumber by a hand clasping firmly over his mouth as another pinned him firmly in place, the strength displayed halting any instinctual attempt to free himself. Though an inherently petrifying experience, Nahim had felt no need to panic; there had been a dizzying sense of calm projected into the room’s atmosphere through means beyond his comprehension. When his eyes had finally adjusted to the dark, Marcellino’s figure alongside another – one he would later discover to be the councilman’s first and most trusted fledgling, a strigoi just under a millennium his junior – became visible. The pair calmly explained to Nahim that they were there to offer him a reprieve from the harsh conditions of such an existence and, too stunned to question such a tempting offer further and disoriented by the magic filling the room, Nahim accepted.

The next decade passed in relative bliss as Nahim acclimatised to life in Valletta alongside the rest of Marcellino’s most treasured possessions. Every whim was catered to, every need was met, and every burning question was answered, though not always entirely truthfully. It took Marcellino over a decade to reveal his true nature to Nahim though the boy was ceaseless with his suspicions and questioning pertaining to the peculiar behaviours he’d witnessed around the place from the others inhabiting it. Once he was certain that Nahim was sufficiently settled in and was smart enough to be trusted, Marcellino brought him down to the palazzo’s basement to watch from a distance as the rest of his prized quartet fed from the captives. Once Bastjan, Mikiel and Arturo were sufficiently sated, Marcellino beckoned the trio closer to explain what Nahim had witnessed, what they were and what that meant for the boy. An offer was made by Marcellino to ‘truly’ make Nahim a member of the family now that he possessed the knowledge required to undertake such a feat and after brief consideration, again, Nahim accepted. Though the vast majority of Nahim’s turning was Marcellino’s doing, the trio were invited to feed before the blood exchange to abide by their sire’s traditions before collectively stepping back to leave Marcellino with the newest addition to the hierarchy.

In the centuries that followed his turning, Nahim was elevated to previously unimaginable levels of prestige as the councilman’s most beloved treasure; brought along to a vast array of business ventures, council soirées, just about any event that required Marcellino’s presence. Marcellino doted endlessly upon him, adorning him in the finest attire to match his own and calling upon the greatest tutors the world had to offer to sculpt him into his perfect companion. For a considerable stretch of time, things were pleasant: Nahim was educated in matters of preternatural existence by his fledgling siblings when Marcellino was unavailable and the group existed in perfect harmony. At last, Nahim was granted a level of independence and power his mortal self could have only dreamed of achieving. To this day, the early years of his immortality remain the most blissful days of Nahim’s existence.

However, such good fortune was not built to last. As time went on and Nahim became more confident in his abilities and standing in the world around him, Marcellino grew colder and more despondent towards him, soon rejecting his company at every available opportunity and dismissing every shared thought or opinion as soon as it was voiced, gradually going as far as replacing Nahim with a slew of nauseatingly bright-eyed mortal beings as his bedchamber companions. As far as his sire was concerned, Nahim was no longer something worthy of holding interest; merely an annoyance at best and a mistake at worst. 

Marcellino had grown too comfortable around those willing to blindly agree with him and the longer Nahim was pushed away by him, the stronger his hurt and anger became towards his sire until he no longer saw a need to hold his tongue if it meant getting some kind of reaction from Marcellino. With each passing month came further discontent until one evening of pointless bickering blew up into a violent outburst between the two of them, only just interrupted in time by Bastjan. As a consequence for such brazen insubordination, Marcellino demanded that Nahim learn from the error of his ways and dragged the damaged form of his youngest prodigy to the palazzo’s basement. It was there that Nahim would be shackled to the dank brickwork for the next two centuries, entirely devoid of any approximation of night or day, certain only of the fact that he would seek retribution. 

He was fed through offerings of humans and the occasional supernatural brought to the basement; society’s weakest led by Marcellino’s firm hand and thrust into the chamber with the iron gates locked firmly shut behind them. On a good day, he’d unchain Nahim and leave the gates ajar, sending prey down into the basement to be stalked and maimed. It was only once the kill was complete – they could never survive, they had to be destroyed – that Marcellino would offer a mocking round of applause before leaving Nahim to the pitch black and company of corpses once more to remind him of the errors of his ways. Eventually, the era of perpetual torment came to an end. What caused Marcellino to change his mind, none of his fledglings can be certain but eventually, Nahim was welcomed back into society again though the rehabilitation process for his mind and body was a lengthy and arduous one. When he had finally made enough progress in his recovery to exist unaided, Nahim’s need for retribution skyrocketed and the desire for Marcellino’s death grew stronger with each passing day. The need did not stem from something as insignificant as jealousy or a desire for usurpation, though. It was a long-nurtured wound that had been bloody and gaping since the night of their altercation and now that his relative freedom had been returned to him, Nahim saw no reason not to seek the revenge he rightly deserved.

Following Marcellino’s return from a lengthy tour around Europe, Nahim took full advantage of his sire’s exhaustion from excessive hedonism and put his plan into action; the months that had passed without Marcellino’s presence had provided Nahim with more than enough time to research and prepare despite numerous half-hearted attempts from Bastjan to dissuade him from stooping to such a level. Ultimately, Marcellino’s death was reported as a suicide amongst both supernatural and mortal social circles. In truth, Marcellino had been poisoned with blood infused with vervain collected from the recently-obtained captives held within the basement of the palazzo; Nahim had sweetly encouraged his master to drink in the midst of an orgy with several of his newest fledglings, knowing that he would be too overcome with the euphoria of being adored by his creations to question his offering. When it was evident that his calculations had proven successful, Nahim firmly instructed that the others leave the room and only return upon his command. As Marcellino grew weaker and weaker from the sheer volume of poison flooding his system, Nahim allowed the rage and discontent that had been brewing within him for centuries to finally surface in its entirety. Marcellino was torn limb from limb, brutalised beyond recognition until the bedsheets and walls ran scarlet. 

The clean-up operation was a challenging one. With the aid of Bastjan’s magic and verbal reassurance, the worst of the immediate damage was rectified but that did little to quell the rising issue of explaining the sudden passing of such a tyrant in a believable manner. Once he’d regained a sense of vague normality, Nahim had risen from the mess and calmly called a long-standing ally in the form of Raphael de Luca to request his assistance in covering his tracks. Nahim had grown fond of Italy’s councilman over the centuries spent at Marcellino’s side and though he’d gained a sizeable faction of allies over his time as a decorative piece for his sire, Raphael was the only one Nahim knew he could trust with the delivery of such news.

With the Maltese seat on the council consequently made available, Nahim broached the subject with his fledgling siblings a few weeks later but naturally, none of them warmed to the idea of filling it themselves. With three days of national mourning declared throughout the archipelago for his sire’s untimely passing, Nahim took full advantage of the lull in activity to stake his claim, once again calling upon Raphael to secure the spot for him regardless of the outcome of the vote. Despite his age in comparison to his fellow councilmen, Nahim has settled into the role as if it has been his since the very beginning and he wholly intends to make the most of the unbridled power now fully bestowed upon him.

Positive Traits: Ambitious, adaptable, charming, mischievous, perceptive.

Negative Traits: Impulsive, machiavellian, manipulative, petulant, sadistic.

3 turn-ons: Bloodplay, piquerism, violence in general.

3 turn-offs: Condescension, cowardice, lack of manners.

[paulistafmsp-blog]

Despedida do Cantor Nahim que fez grande sucesso nos anos 80

Com caixão no chão, ex-mulher e cachorros de Nahim se despedem do cantor Cerimônia de despedida do cantor, que morreu aos 71 anos, reuniu amigos, fãs e familiares na Assembleia Legislativa de São Paulo, na noite desta quinta-feira (13) Com caixão no chão, a ex-mulher Andréia Andrade e os quatro cachorros do cantor Nahim, encontrado morto em casa aos 71 anos, na quinta-feira (13), se des pediram…

[pearlwhitecats]

Just a little something since it’s getting cold!!

[nottheangel-raphael]

Raphael whistled as he strolled through the castle hallways, taking his time on his way to councilman Nahim Ravani's suite. Ever since that disaster of a meeting where they attempted to discuss Roland's misbehaviors and rule breaking and ask him to cease and desist, Nahim found himself in Raph's calendar at least once a week to monitor the situation and work together on it. Considering it appeared that Roland could not conduct himself in an appropriate manner befitting a councilman and the ghoul found the other's outbursts and dramatics quite juvenile, he dared not bring it up around the group unless he deemed it necessary. Some of the other councilmen seemed to agree with this.

He knocked and waited patiently for Nahim to answer, greeting him with one of his charming grins. "Mr. Ravani, it's been some time. How have you been?"

@nahim

[blogoslibertarios]

Cantor Nahim, sucesso dos anos 80, morre aos 71 anos

Reprodução   O cantor Nahim Jorge Elias Nunes, mais conhecido como Nahim, de 71 anos, foi encontrado morto dentro de sua casa, em Taboão da Serra, na Região Metropolitana de São Paulo, na manhã desta quinta-feira (13/6), de acordo com informações da Secretaria da Segurança Pública (SSP). A causa da morte ainda não foi esclarecida. Segundo as primeiras informações, ele se mudou para o local…

[stigranselm]

The question might have seemed impertinent, something Nahim obviously realized if the way he blanched shortly after was any indication. Stigr didn't mind it, though, likely because he wasn't often asked such questions. After all, it had been a long time since he'd been just a human and some seemed to forget that he'd ever been anything other than a vampire. The older councilman didn't respond right away, his expression growing thoughtful as he tapped his fingers idly against the arm of the couch. "I wouldn't say I miss it, but perhaps that's because there's very little about my mortality that I can recall. There are things that stick out, of course -- my wife, my children -- but they're not as distinct as they once were." He shrugged, not bothered by the decay of those memories as much as he might have been just a few years back. "I recall images more than feelings when it comes to those years. And I certainly don't miss being a young vampire." Stigr replied with a quiet laugh. "Now those years are very clear in my head. I was rude, driven primarily by selfish reasons and a bloodlust that I haven't felt in some time. Though I know my sire was quite fond of those years." The bloodlust Stigr had as a human had been something that had very much drawn the man to him in those days, after all.

He hid his smile of amusement behind the glass, taking a slow sip as he considered Nahim. There was clearly some type of grudge still being held there and it wasn't something that would just fade away with his words, he imagined. "I think most of us have learned to hide our true natures by the time we reach a certain age. Letting our less desirable traits show, after all, wouldn't make us appear fitting to lead our countries." Stigr was just as much a monster as any of them, which was why he was sometimes amused to hear slaves say he was one of the better options. He merely hid parts of himself and only let the mask drop when it was necessary. "I imagine he's not nearly as...charming as he lets himself appear. You don't get to be that age and have this level of power without getting your hands dirty one way or another." Stigr took another sip of his wine and then lowered the glass, chuckling quietly. "I don't mind the conversation. I assure you, once you sit in on a meeting or two, you'll realize schoolyard antics are quite common among us. We just manage to make it look a touch more civil. Mostly." The older vampire raised his glass, smirking faintly. "I will attempt to take that as the compliment you meant it to be."

unexpectedly, nahim felt a swell of thanks towards the older councilman as reassurance was provided and for the first time since his arrival, nahim felt himself properly relax, at least by a slight amount. admitting to failure or shortcomings in any capacity always felt akin to pulling teeth as far as nahim was concerned but somehow, knowing that perfection had even evaded someone as meticulous and awe-inspiring as stigr in the early days made it all a little less… overwhelming to try and come to terms with. “do you miss it?” the question left nahim before he had the chance to really think it through and he blanched for a moment as his own poor planning, scrambling to sit up a little straighter as he corrected himself. “i mean– can you recall it? your early days? your mortality, even? or does it cease to remain in your memory past a certain point?” there were scraps of recollection that nahim could just manage to cling to – rhys’ assistance was ensuring that process became a little easier to manage – but with a being as old as stigr, nahim couldn’t help but be curious. it wasn’t as if marcellino had ever thought to offer any kind of insight into such a fact.

with the apologetic look following the decline in manners reassuringly waved away, nahim drained the remaining contents of his glass with a scowl, spinning the stem of the glass between his fingers as he forced his attention to settle on stigr and away from roland’s lack of decency. he didn’t need to claw at any more of the good man’s furniture, after all. “it’s the latter, i assume. you speak too highly of him, think too kindly of him. like each of us, he’s vile at his core. as you said, he’s merely learned to hide it better–” shifting to sit and face stigr even more head-on, nahim huffed his irritation and threaded a hand through his hair to push his curls back with a forlorn expression. “–but i know bringing schoolyard antics to the council table isn’t advisable, nor is it good form, so i apologise for wasting your time with it. i know you’ve probably got far more interesting matters to devote your time to than the petty squabbling of… well… fledglings, in comparison to yourself. i mean that in a complimentary sense, i promise.”

[giantkillerjack]

Today my therapist introduced me to a concept surrounding disability that she called "hLep".

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Which is when you - in this case, you are a disabled person - ask someone for help ("I can't drink almond milk so can you get me some whole milk?", or "Please call Donna and ask her to pick up the car for me."), and they say yes, and then they do something that is not what you asked for but is what they think you should have asked for ("I know you said you wanted whole, but I got you skim milk because it's better for you!", "I didn't want to ruin Donna's day by asking her that, so I spent your money on an expensive towing service!") And then if you get annoyed at them for ignoring what you actually asked for - and often it has already happened repeatedly - they get angry because they "were just helping you! You should be grateful!!"

And my therapist pointed out that this is not "help", it's "hLep".

Sure, it looks like help; it kind of sounds like help too; and if it was adjusted just a little bit, it could be help. But it's not help. It's hLep.

At its best, it is patronizing and makes a person feel unvalued and un-listened-to. Always, it reinforces the false idea that disabled people can't be trusted with our own care. And at its worst, it results in disabled people losing our freedom and control over our lives, and also being unable to actually access what we need to survive.

So please, when a disabled person asks you for help on something, don't be a hLeper, be a helper! In other words: they know better than you what they need, and the best way you can honor the trust they've put in you is to believe that!

Also, I want to be very clear that the "getting angry at a disabled person's attempts to point out harmful behavior" part of this makes the whole thing WAY worse. Like it'd be one thing if my roommate bought me some passive-aggressive skim milk, but then they heard what I had to say, and they apologized and did better in the future - our relationship could bounce back from that. But it is very much another thing to have a crying shouting match with someone who is furious at you for saying something they did was ableist. Like, Christ, Jessica, remind me to never ask for your support ever again! You make me feel like if I asked you to call 911, you'd order a pizza because you know I'll feel better once I eat something!!

Edit: crediting my therapist by name with her permission - this term was coined by Nahime Aguirre Mtanous!

Edit again: I made an optional follow-up to this post after seeing the responses. Might help somebody. CW for me frankly talking about how dangerous hLep really is.

Plain-text version:

Today my therapist introduced me to a concept surrounding disability that she called "hLep".

Which is when you - in this case, you are a disabled person - ask someone for help ("I can't drink almond milk so can you get me some whole milk?", or "Please call Donna and ask her to pick up the car for me."), and they say yes, and then they do something that is not what you asked for but is what they think you should have asked for ("I know you said you wanted whole, but I got you skim milk because it's better for you!", "I didn't want to ruin Donna's day by asking her that, so I spent your money on an expensive towing service!") And then if you get annoyed at them for ignoring what you actually asked for - and often it has already happened repeatedly - they get angry because they "were just helping you! You should be grateful!!"

And my therapist pointed out that this is not "help", it's "hLep".

Sure, it looks like help; it kind of sounds like help too; and if it was adjusted just a little bit, it could be help. But it's not help. It's hLep.

At its best, it is patronizing and makes a person feel unvalued and un-listened-to. Always, it reinforces the false idea that disabled people can't be trusted with our own care. And at its worst, it results in disabled people losing our freedom and control over our lives, and also being unable to actually access what we need to survive.

So please, when a disabled person asks you for help on something, don't be a hLeper, be a helper! In other words: they know better than you what they need, and the best way you can honor the trust they've put in you is to believe that!

P.S. Also, I want to be very clear that the "getting angry at a disabled person's attempts to point out harmful behavior" part of this makes the whole thing WAY worse. Like it'd be one thing if my roommate bought me some passive-aggressive skim milk, but then they heard what I had to say, and they apologized and did better in the future - our relationship could bounce back from that. But it is very much another thing to have a crying shouting match with someone who is furious at you for saying something they did was ableist. Like, Christ, Jessica, remind me to never ask for your support ever again! You make me feel like if I asked you to call 911, you'd order a pizza because you know I'll feel better once I eat something!!

Edit: crediting my therapist by name with her permission - this term was coined by Nahime Aguirre Mtanous!

Edit again: I made an optional follow-up to this post after seeing the responses. Might help somebody. CW for me frankly talking about how dangerous hLep really is.