#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.

Computer

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

[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

[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

[tweetingukpolitics]

[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."

Standing firmly at 5’3” and perpetually doe-eyed, Nahim doesn’t necessarily fit the stereotypical image of a councilman, nor does his behaviour tend to align with typical expectations, but the unlimited depths of his depravity and his penchant for cruelty soon make up for what others may assume he lacks. Born in what is now known as Dhaka on an October evening many a tired century ago, Nahim faced the harsh realities of the world the moment he took his first ragged breath, subverting expectations that he was unlikely to survive given the traumatic nature of his birth. With his father’s departure from the family occurring only a decade later and his mother’s mental decline following what is now recognised as postpartum depression following the birth of his younger brother nine months later, expectations were placed upon Nahim’s shoulders to provide for the family however he could. 

He endured a number of years in various exploits as a means of gaining financial support to ensure that a roof remained over their heads back home, eventually resorting to utilising his doll-like, then-androgynous appearance to manipulate the darkest of human desires in various brothels as a means of securing a semi-decent wage for such soul-destroying efforts at such a tender age. The experiences forced him to mature far faster than a boy of his age had any right to, his outlook on the world hardening into a perpetual disdain that remains with him to the present day.

It wasn’t uncommon for Nahim to spend weeks away from the family home, learning the schedules of the highest-paying clients and using such knowledge to his advantage. A few weeks past his sixteenth birthday – a feat that even he was surprised to achieve – Nahim had returned home to share his spoils only to find the house in complete disarray. The place was rancid and had clearly been neglected in every sense. The stench of decay was nauseating and it took every ounce of Nahim’s willpower to push past his instincts telling him to get as far from it as he could. His mother’s haunted form remained where she’d been when he’d left two weeks prior, rigor mortis freezing her hopeless expression in time as her corpse’s purging fluids stained the surrounding area. He didn’t linger, though. In his opinion, there was clearly nothing to be done. At once, his mind shifted to his brother and though he already knew what he’d be greeted with, the sight of the toddler’s soiled, feeble corpse in his cot was too much for Nahim to bear.

Gathering what little possessions they’d managed to accumulate over the years, Nahim didn’t spare a moment longer in the house and left without a glance behind, heading straight back to his favoured brothel to explain to the madame that there was no requirement for his presence elsewhere now, that he was content to become a permanent feature in exchange for bed and board. It wasn’t the life he ever envisioned for himself but with every sense of normality pulled out from underneath him, he was prepared to accept such a fate and only hoped that death would come to take him sooner rather than later.

The time that passed following the harrowing discoveries were spent in a haze in which Nahim was not entirely mentally present, fading in and out of a dissociative state as the patterns of the days blended into one. It wasn’t as if any of the johns were bothered by the lack of a response and Nahim knew better than to think of them as conscious beings; they were merely a physical confirmation that his tenancy had been extended and the madame would receive payment. The dissociative state remained a staple until the eve of his seventeenth birthday; after a lengthy discussion 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. Nahim had watched from above between the bannisters, utterly transfixed by the sight. He was nothing like the usual patrons; he exuded a level of grace and sophistication Nahim had never witnessed and though he made sure to remain silent in his observations, it took only a matter of moments for their eyes to meet and any thought of retiring for the night was immediately pushed aside as he descended the staircase, intent on staking his claim before any of the others could think to do so.

To Nahim’s surprise, the man had no intention of sleeping with him and instead, they spent hours simply talking, sharing stories of their trials, tribulations and occasional successes. He introduced himself as Marcellino Attard, explaining that he was a man of significant importance and that his presence couldn’t be discussed outside of the building. It was an explanation Nahim had heard time and time again, though few had had the wardrobe and the natural elegance to back up the claim like Marcellino did. He went on to tell Nahim about his standing as a councilman, explaining in great detail the demands of the job without revealing his true nature, going on to explain how he had travelled far and wide to seek, as he had put it, simpler pleasures. It was impossible to place exactly what was so alluring about him but regardless, Nahim was drawn to him in a heartbeat. 

They spent more and more time together after that first night. Marcellino would arrive each evening with an abundance of gifts for Nahim; clothing, food, jewellery, books, flowers, anything he could think of to hold the boy’s attention and climbing devotion. Some seven months into their nightly meetings following a long few hours of steady drinking wholly encouraged by Marcellino following the wine he’d brought with him from Valletta, the councilman finally propositioned Nahim, reciting a flurry of flowery words designed to weaken the boy’s resolve further. Though the usual haze of dissociation attempted to settle as Nahim conceded, Marcellino murmured continuous praise and reassurance to keep him tethered to some sort of reality. 

A week passed without Marcellino’s presence following their night together. Little was said of it by the others and though Nahim had initially felt scorned by such a sudden loss, he’d long since learned not to waste his time getting deeply emotionally invested in others, dismissing Marcellino’s hold on his mind as a client that had gotten a little too familiar. He pushed all thought of the councilman from his mind and resigned himself to the all too familiar monotony of life. Late one night as a third week without him came to pass, Nahim was sharply pulled from his slumber by a hand clasping tight over his mouth as another pinned him firmly in place, the strength of it halting any instinctual attempt to free himself.

As his eyes adjusted to the dark, the sight of Marcellino’s face so close to his own prompted a questioning noise that was swiftly silenced by Marcellino. He spoke of rescuing him, of starting anew, of taking him away from the hellish environment he insisted upon dwelling within. When it was clear no immediate struggle would prevent him from doing so, Marcellino’s hold on the boy lessened and he stepped back to allow him to gather what little belongings he possessed. The pair were met outside by a young man whom Marcellino affectionately referred to as his underling and, in a blur, Nahim and Marcellino were gathered into his arms and reality as Nahim knew it was altered before his eyes as they were transported from the quiet street to the breathtaking palazzo Marcellino resided within back in Valletta.

It took Marcellino a considerable amount of time to reveal his true nature to Nahim though the boy was ceaseless with his suspicions and questions pertaining to his peculiar behaviours. The palazzo was inhabited by four others alongside Marcellino and Nahim, all of whom seemed to be tethered to the older man in a fashion Nahim struggled to comprehend. It was a year later into his adoption of sorts that Marcellino finally explained his vampiric nature to Nahim, cradling the boy to his chest as he carded his fingers through Nahim’s hair, his voice distant as he recalled every detail of his turning and consequential rebirth, all the way to the present. It had felt impossible to process at first and Nahim had refused to believe it, sitting up sharply to try and find a trace of a lie or mocking in the older man’s gaze. Marcellino answered his disbelief with a flash of his fangs, drawing closer to sink them into Nahim’s neck and taking his fill despite the boy’s initial struggling, the reluctance soon dulling to a pliant acceptance. From that night onward, Nahim served as yet another of Marcellino’s beloved underlings despite his mortality.

Over the decade and beyond that he’d since spent in Marcellino’s care following that night, Nahim had been 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 and just about any event that required Marcellino’s presence. Marcellino had 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 what he believed to be the perfect companion. 

Nahim had begged and pleaded with Marcellino to bestow the gift of immortality upon him time and time again but each time, Marcellino refused. He wasn’t ready, it wasn’t the right time, he had no idea what he was asking for – there was always a dismissive response. On the eve of his birthday, Nahim had asked again, authoritative and unwavering in his conviction as he stood before Marcellino’s bed, arms folded and eyes narrowed as he demanded the transformation be allowed. Marcellino relented that night, bringing his boy into his arms and murmuring his agreement against his skin before his fangs plunged into his skin once again, this time intent on draining him of his mortality.

Something changed in their bond once the siring process was complete. Marcellino grew cold and despondent towards him, rejecting his company at every available opportunity, dismissing every shared thought or opinion as soon as it was voiced and gradually replacing him with a slew of nauseatingly bright-eyed mortal beings as his bedchamber companions.

The desire for Marcellino’s death 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 his transformation. Having been held captive by his master for three centuries following his turning, he had been chained to the dank brickwork of the Valletta palazzo’s basement, entirely devoid of any approximation of night or day, certain only of the fact that he would seek retribution. 

He was taught to hunt and feed 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, his fanged grin wolfish in the low candlelight as he'd observe the bloodied scene before him.

At times, Nahim would be starved of blood for days on end to nurture a more frenzied slaughter — Marcellino had wanted a killing machine and a lover in one fledgling; whether he believed doing so would nurture such a trait or he simply enjoyed inflicting suffering upon what he believed to be his finest creation yet remains unclear, even after all the centuries that have since come to pass. Nahim was granted freedom from captivity after centuries of relentless psychological torture once Marcellino deemed him worthy.

Marcellino’s death was reported as a suicide amongst supernatural circles and as a rare case of spontaneous combustion amongst mortal ones. Nahim and the rest of the harem were all questioned following the death. As Marcellino’s most trusted and adored, Nahim was questioned relentlessly by mortal and immortal authorities alike and throughout it all, he maintained a staggeringly convincing performance of innocence and mourning. Alongside all other members of the household corroborating the details given by Nahim, the array of authorities saw no need to delve any deeper into what appeared to be an open-and-shut case, though some still harboured doubts over the validity of the final ruling. 

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. Biding his time by sitting and watching the debauchery unfold from across the room, Nahim calmly instructed the fledglings on how to pleasure Marcellino until the elder vampire gradually began to struggle, his breathing laboured and complexion paling before seizing and spasming, violently vomiting as his body tried to reject the blood – fortunately, it was far too late. He'd lashed out to the best of his ability, wounding several fledglings in the process. 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.

There had been no urgency to his movements as he finally rose from his seat once the bedroom door had slammed shut. He took immense pleasure from watching the being that had relentlessly tortured and exploited him for centuries struggle to maintain even the slightest degree of decency or grace and made no effort to stifle it. Nahim stood silent and calm by his master’s bedside as Marcellino’s body fought desperately in vain against the poison brutalising his body from the inside out, unable to do anything but endure the agony. Once the initial fascination had waned, Nahim straddled his master and pinned his arms to his side with his knees, the older vampire finally too weak to fight back. Wrapping his hands around Marcellino’s throat, Nahim dug his claws deep into the flesh, tearing sharply downwards to expose muscle and sinew before clawing his way into his sire’s throat to tear out his vocal cords, the symbolism of the gesture not missed by either party.

As his master’s blood flowed from the gaping wounds inflicted upon him – his body too far gone in its sufferance to heal itself sufficiently – Nahim calmly moved to stand by his bedside and embedded his claws in Marcellino’s jaw to drag him off of the bed towards the balcony doors. Propping him up against them, Nahim began his final onslaught and blindly attacked the elder as centuries of rage and exhausted endurance of continuous suffering came to boiling point. He tore Marcellino’s limbs clean from his body, snapping the bones and ligaments as if they were nothing, casting them carelessly aside before finally clawing at what remained of Marcellino’s neck to slice through his spinal cord to tear his master’s head from his body. Nahim finally awoke from his rage-filled stupor a few hours later, clutching his former master’s severed head to his chest as he sat nestled against the mutilated corpse.

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, always keenly observing his every move from both near and afar. Though he’d gained a sizeable faction of allies over his time as a decorative piece for his sire, it was Raphael that he 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. They had seen how poorly Marcellino had handled the role and had no intention of dealing with that kind of pressure. With three days of mourning declared throughout Malta for his sire’s untimely passing, Nahim took full advantage of the lull in activity to stake his claim, once again calling upon Raphael, this time to secure the spot for him regardless of the outcome of the vote.

Given how slovenly Marcellino had been with the duties expected of him, Nahim was more than willing to make it up to Raphael – also in thanks for all his assistance – by proving that Malta indeed had a right to be featured alongside the other countries represented within the council. Despite his age in comparison to his fellow councilmen, Nahim has settled into the role as if it’s been his since the very beginning and he wholly intends to make the most of the unbridled power now bestowed upon him.

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

Negative Traits: Cunning, manipulative, obsessive, sadistic, petulant.

3 turn-ons: Violence, power play, biting.

3 turn-offs: Lack of manners, complaining, condescension. 

[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…

[giantkillerjack]

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!

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.

[writers-potion]

When to Use "N" Sounds

when a request is denied

when a law or rule forbids the characters to do what they want

to signify contempt

"N" + "P" = emphasize unbending rule of bureaucracy

"N" + "H" = haughty character's snobbery

"N" sounds for 'NO!':

no, nothing, never, nix, non, banned, denial, negative, nope, nothing, nowhere, nobody sin, decline, deny, unacceptable, undesirable, ungodly, unreasonable, uncouch, nein, non, nay, ne, nee, net, niama, neniu, ningunha, nem, nae, nahim.

"N" sound words for a contemptuous attitude:

sneer, denigrate, down, contempt, neglect, nit-picking, snub, snobbery

Other thematically unrelated words:

banner, bantel, bannock, answer, night, band, stand, hand, land, mean, stone, want, nerd, need, nasty, naked, noon, grant, town, net, notch, nap

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[nahim]

closed starter for @gwyndolence

with raphael’s generous offer some months back to have nahim added to euphoria’s vip list, malta’s councilman saw no reason not to take advantage of such a privilege now that he was returning to the castle for the foreseeable future. he was confident enough in marcellino’s others to oversee all matters concerning the island to leave the heavy lifting to them whilst he took a deserved step back. involving himself in the petty dealings of the meat had been enriching but the perpetually charming and chipper front had grown exhausting after the first week.

it seemed a waste to spend the night on his own and whilst he hadn’t been physically present in any recent castle-related matters, he’d tapped into his usual sources for all the gossip and updates on arrivals and beings of interest. one such being was gwyn caolán, the youngest fledgling of the target of nahim’s complicated ire. though marcellino had committed many an atrocity, he’d ensured basic manners were possessed by each fledgling under his claim and who was nahim to undo such progress when it so often proved useful? locating the sith wasn’t a challenge of any sort given the whirlwind of chaos that clung to the atmosphere in his wake and, with a little careful timing, managed to time their passing into an apparently serendipitous affair, the vampire halting in his tracks as he brushed past the sith on his way to the car awaiting him at the castle’s entrance. “oh–” turning on his heel, nahim appraised the sight of the younger being and made a quiet noise of approval. “sorry. that was my fault– we haven’t had the pleasure of meeting yet, have we? i would have remembered a face like that if we had.”

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it had been a jarring experience to be confronted with marcellino’s seat in the council room. he’d requested to be left alone once he’d been escorted there by one of the guards — some sweet thing far too easy on the eyes for his own good, nahim had noted — and took a moment of silent contemplation to reaffirm himself in his new reality. he’d requested that the seat be reupholstered prior to his arrival; it was a small and wholly unnecessary detail but if it meant ridding the world of the last trace of the former maltese councilman, nahim knew it was a necessity.

how long he’d lost himself to his thoughts for, he couldn’t be certain. when he came to, he retracted his claws from the plush leather and bid his departed sire a final silent farewell before heading out of the room to explore his new playground for himself. the layout of the castle wasn’t particularly challenging to navigate; it wasn’t as if it was his first time there, after all. the only notable difference this time around was that he was no longer tethered to marcellino’s side as little more than a decorative sidepiece. he’d barely begun his exploration when the sound of footsteps in the distance caught his attention and the vampire turned on his heel to trace the source. “and you're going where, exactly?"

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