#p: language 101

[beyuji]

a starter for @bejiayi ( language 101 )

yuji figured a language workshop wouldn't be that much different than the usual classes offered. turns out, as she's learning, it's a lot more difficult. yuji's got the basics down, but it's a far cry from being anywhere close to fluent, much less able to hold a conversation.

she stares down at her notes, teeth worrying her lip before she glances over to her seatmate, jiayi. she doesn't know much about the girl at all, other than the fact she was a signee from next gen. studio delta, if she remembers correctly.

"do you wanna run through the examples with me?" yuji asks in a lull during the workshop, brief time to practice with their seatmates before they move into the next lesson. looking over the simple phrases they've learned and how they're broken down. "two heads are better than one." she jokes lightly, a ghost of a smile on her mouth.

[lxzy-bxby]

Extra Free Time

Husband!Leon Kennedy × Fem!Reader

Summary: How to turn overprotective Dad's brain off 101. WC: 1,884 CW&TW: 18+ MDNI ♡ Established Relationship ♡ Fingering ♡ Unprotected p-in-v sex ♡ Interrupted sex ♡ Explicit Language ♡ No use of Y/N ♡ No proofread Tags: @writingwisterias | Taglist A/N: long time no see! i was going crazy ab finishing up with this uni year+then i got & am currently sick but i managed to birth this lol

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You jerk in your seat on the couch from the intensity of door slam. Snapping your head towards the house entrance, you see Leon’s sour face and glooming frame.

And here it comes, before you can even open your mouth:

“This bastard is picking her up today.”

It clicks in your head immediately. Lily’s boyfriend. Right.

So, Lily is sixteen. Totally acceptable to start playing the teenage version of house. That’s literally part of human’s development, right? Try explaining that to Leon, though. And better make it quick so he won’t have time to pull his gun out.

Honestly, you gave up on trying. It was easier to deal with the consequences of his wrath than trying to prevent them.

You just sigh when Leon makes a beeline to the fridge and snatches a can of cold beer. “So she just turned you down?”

Leon takes a solid sip before grumbling in response. “I pulled up, she ran up to me, babbled something about this Jason dipshit and waved bye-bye.”

You pictured the scene perfectly, knowing your bubbly daughter. You were able to picture Leon’s expression as well, knowing your husband even better.

Leon plops down onto the couch next to you, crossing his legs at the ankles and nursing his beer. And despite almost two decades of marriage, you still have no idea how the hell to ease his mind in this situation.

“Well, she’s supposed to be there soon too, then.” You usher, aiming for nonchalance, hoping to shift Leon’s mood to the same nonchalance, as well.

But he just scoffs. “Yeah, sure. Right after they’re done making out in the backseat.”

“Gosh! Why’d you suspect exactly… that.” You wince at the mental image.

“‘Cause I remember myself at this age. All that these fuckers do is thinkin’ with their cock.” Leon grumbles, squeezing half-empty can subconsciously.

“Oh really?” You snort, “Some things never change, then. That’s just how men are, I suppose. Because in case you haven’t noticed, you never stopped thinking with your— Ow, what the heck, Leon!?” A squeak escapes your lips at the feel of two arms sliding under your thighs with ease to shift you onto his lap.

Not even one muscle twitches on Leon’s face when his palms slide to your boobs, “I’m stressed. Need relief,” He shrugs unabashedly, squishing the plush flesh of your breasts. “Did I tell you that you got a helluva set of tits?”

You just groan, “See! That’s exactly what I’ve been trying to tell you! A whole ass human being in front of you, and all you see are tits!” You practically spit out the last word.

Leon smirks, “Now now, you’re not being fair. I noticed your butt as well.” He taps it in confirmation, and you just give up.

At least he’s not thinking about Lily anymore. Well, obviously he still is, to an extent. But since your assets could save you from his grumpiness… you decide to let him be.

More than that—to give a head start.

“I hope you noticed a positive side of your daughter being out and about, too. Like… extra free time.” You grin, tracing a random path down his chest with your fingertips.

Frankly speaking, you’ve been worried about Lily just as much; about her heart getting broken or any unwanted consequences. So you gave her the talk—something that’s waaaay more awkward to perform when you’re a parent and not the teenager listening to it.

Lily then told you that she’d be more likely to delete her Ao3 account than to let a dick in her vagina.

You had no particular idea on what Ao3 is. When you googled it to be a supportive mom, you just cheered internally: if she’s keen on reading and writing smut instead of practising it, that’s just great. 

Didn’t stop you from sliding a condom in her bedside drawer, though. Just in case.

Sudden feel of stubble on your neck brings you back to reality.

Right. Dealing with Leon.

“That so?” He murmurs close to your ear, his lips grazing the lobe. “And what shall we do with all this extra free time, huh?”

You almost feel surprised at how easy it is to switch his attention to more exciting matters. Almost. After all, it was a good idea to send him off to the couch for two days.

Leon acts way quicker than you think, his lips already sliding down your neck, feeling the flutter of your quickening pulse.

“I don’t know… You got any ideas?” You squeeze out, trying your best to remember how to flirt 101.

Not like you ever had to do that to get him going. Which is exactly why you forgot how to sweet talk in the first place.

To get Leon going, you just had to like walk into the room or something like that.

“Oh yeah, baby, I do,” He rasps to your ear, a distinct smell of bear blowing over you, “You, me… and this counter. How that sound?” His free hand already slides underneath the waistband of your shorts, and you think wow if that ain’t a new speed record.

You raise your eyebrows slightly at the poke of his hardening cock as if you weren't damp already, as well. Well not like you were the one who downed a can of beer five minutes prior.

He cups your sex through the clammy fabric of your underwear, pressing a finger to your entrance. “Gonna fuck that pussy so good, baby.”

You arch your back a tad at the sensation, dipping a hand under your shorts to pull your panties to the side. Leon grins smugly at the action, pushing two of his fingers forward the very same moment.

“Such a warm snug cunt.” He groans to your neck, scissoring his digits slightly and feeling your lube coating them. “No point in fingerfuckin’ her, always too damn tight.”

But you did see a point in fingerfucking your cunt, rolling your hips actively, “That’s just you too big.” You mewl, thinking that ego boost wouldn’t hurt.

What could hurt is him sinking balls-deep into you later, but that would be later.

“Yeah?” Leon grunts, sneaking third finger in. “Gonna be a tight fit, then. So… fucking tight.”

You moan under your breath, riding his fingers and thinking that maybe your daughter being away is not as bad as you thought, after all.

“Wanna take my time with you.” Leon promises, kissing his way down the column of your throat. 

You feel him leaning against the back of the couch to lift his pelvis so he could slide his slacks down to his knees. You help—at least try to—him haphazardly, feeling the heat of his erected cock through the thin fabric of his briefs.

“What happened to fucking me against the counter?” You attempt to tease, watching Leon’s hand slip into his boxers to pull out his literally stony length.

“On my to-do list. As soon as you come all over me on this couch.” He just grins shamelessly, finally exposing his drooling shaft and pulled-out sack to the conditioned air of the living room.

You watch Leon sloppily fist himself a few times, smearing pre all over his shaft, when finally remembering your own state of full dress. As deftly as possible, you yank your shorts off just enough to give Leon room to work with.

“That’s right, baby. Those—” He crooks a finger under the edge of your underpants. “—stay on.” 

And, way deftlier than you, he gently moves them to the side, putting your glistening folds on full display. Leon simply groans at the view, sliding a finger down your cunt, saturating it with your wetness. 

“Can’t fucking wait no more.” He then states, pumping his cock again, before aligning the swollen head with your entrance, smearing both his pre-cum and your juices at your opening.

His tip pushes forward before his brain can even register it, and Leon all but moans. Your inside is not just warm—it’s scorching hot; it’s not just soaked—it’s slippery.

Leon lets out a low groan as he slips out of you for a third time, and against any better judgement, he just plunges to the hilt, turning your moans into squeals.

He strokes your shoulders and back soothingly, giving some time to adjust; you two’s ability to speak suddenly gone, Leon only managing an incoherent string of “I know”s.

It doesn’t take much longer for you to start moving on him, way slowlier than he preferred, but moving nonetheless. 

You clutch his shoulders, going up and down on his dick, encouraged by his soft moans. Horrified, you realize that your thighs start to strain after a few bounces already, but Leon thrusts forward, working his hips and spurring you on.

And, finally, you settle on a comfortable pace, simply enjoying the carnal act without any rush or hurry.

You ride Leon leisurely like it’s a completely decent and common thing to do, his head lowered to caress your sternum with his lips.

Your head snaps left for the change of scenery, and the change of scenery makes you suddenly jump on Leon in surprise, making him groan at the feel of your cunt unexpectedly squeezing him.

“Holy… do that again.” He rasps, encircling your waist.

Then he hears car pulling up, and his eyes go wide.

Leon curses under his breath as you both still, his cock twitching inside of you. “Just fucking great. Couldn’t have a nice roll in bed while she was a toddler, now he’s a teenager and it only gets worse.”

You snort as you sink off him, your cunt clamping around nothing at the loss of contact. “Weren’t you the one making a fuss about her being out fifteen minutes ago?”

Leon hisses as he feels the absence of your wet heat, tucking himself back in. “Ever heard of a change of priorities?”

You chuckle, quickly dressing your lower self back up; and as soon as you’re done, he tugs you back onto his lap.

“What? It’s not like parents should be devoid of any kind of affection in front of their kid.” Leon shrugs at your arched eyebrow.

You don’t have much time to protest, because Lily just sprints through the front door, her blowout disheveled yet lipstick all in one place. “Mom, Dad! We’re going to the rides! Just needed to leave my bag!”

“Yeah well, I could’ve gotten a nice ride too.” Leon grumbles under his breath, and you suddenly think that no way in hell that’s the same person who was so against Lily going out.

And Lily’s already back downstairs, a flickering figure rushing to the door. “See you later!”

“W-wait, honey, when will you be home?” You shout, feeling your head spin from her constant running.

“By dinner!” She yells serenely, next moment slamming the door closed.

You blink a couple times, trying to process everything that happened. 

While Leon grins at you like a Cheshire cat. “That gives us… what, three extra hours?”

You look down at him, not knowing if to smack him or to kiss him.

And, quickly taking your pick, you kiss him—so you won’t have to waste even a second of your precious leisure time together.

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[cineatros]

･ ⟢ ⋮ without warning ゛༝. ✦ sophia laforteza

“We had the stars, you and I.

pairing.ᐟ sophia laforteza x sick!reader

about.ᐟ Sophia and Y/N’s college friendship blossomed through a shared love for adventure and literature, leading to countless spontaneous road trips. Unbeknownst to Sophia, Y/N carried a heartbreaking secret. As they created unforgettable memories, time quietly slipped away, leaving behind a final gift and a love that would last forever.

genre.ᐟ heavy angst, hurt no comfort.

cw.ᐟ major character death, friends - supposed to be lovers, language, sickness (leukemia).

wc.ᐟ 1353 words

a/n.ᐟ and another one :P i forgot to post today FUCKKK, i was too busy playing im so sorry TT and manon story for the fluff. pls i need more friends on airbuds.

And this is given once only.”

Sophia Laforteza met Y/N in college, an instant bond forming between them over their shared love for literature, adventure, and their equally extroverted nature. Their first encounter was playful—Sophia, being the new girl, had wandered into the wrong classroom.

"Hi, is this Literature 101?" she had asked as she carefully took her things out.

Y/N glanced around before smirking mischievously. "I don’t think so. This is Biology."

Sophia’s face paled, and she immediately stuffed her things back into her bag, ready to bolt, but before she could reach the door, Y/N called out, barely containing her laughter. "I’m kidding, new girl! This is Lit 101."

Sophia turned back, eyes dead serious, as she returned to her seat. "Ha ha, so funny," she muttered sarcastically.

Y/N grinned, offering a hand. "Oh, come on, let me have a little fun with you. I'm Y/N."

Sophia shook her hand, side-eyeing her. "Sophia."

"You're a feisty one, Sophia. Enjoy college, pretty."

That was the start of something beautiful. Y/N’s teasing and pestering became a constant in Sophia’s life, and strangely enough, Sophia never complained. She loved it. When Y/N invited her on a spontaneous road trip, Sophia—being the people pleaser she was—agreed without hesitation. One trip turned into many, and soon, Sophia bought a digital camera to capture their adventures. A sunset on a hiking trip, Y/N’s excitement at Six Flags, the quiet serenity of an empty beach at dawn—each moment immortalized in photographs.

At first, Sophia didn’t question why Y/N was always so eager to travel, but curiosity got the best of her one night. "Why do you always go on these trips?" she asked as they lay on a motel bed, scrolling through pictures on her camera.

Y/N hesitated before answering, "Fulfilling my bucket list, Forteza."

Sophia thought it was just Y/N’s way of romanticizing life. She didn't press further.

But in reality, Y/N was sick—dying, even. The spontaneous trips weren’t just for fun; they were a race against time. She knew she wouldn’t make it until forty, but if she had to go, she wanted to go with beautiful memories. And with Sophia.

There were only three things left on her list:

Try to fall in love again, give love another chance.

Watch the stars and have deep emotional talks.

Maybe, just maybe, try to make it until 40.

As days passed, Y/N grew more tired. She noticed her body weakening, but she pushed through. She had to. One evening, while strolling through the park, Y/N watched as Sophia played with a golden retriever, laughing at the way its tail wagged excitedly. Y/N smiled, storing the image in her heart.

Another memory to cherish.

"Soph, can we go now? I'm starving, darling," Y/N said, waiting for her to finish petting a golden retriever.

Sophia looked up, grinning, and linked arms with her. “Alright, alright.”

They walked side by side, chatting aimlessly. Sophia, unable to hold back her concern, finally pointed out, "You’ve been looking paler lately. And thinner. Are you okay?"

Y/N brushed it off with a laugh. "I’m always like this when I’m stressed. No big deal."

Sophia frowned but nodded. "Just… take a break sometimes, okay?"

"Yeah," Y/N murmured, guilt pooling in her stomach.

Later that night, they lay under the stars on the rooftop of Y/N’s loft. Pillows, a picnic cloth, and food were all prepared by Y/N. Sophia was surprised by the effort. "You really went all out," Sophia chuckled, settling beside her.

"Of course. I promised myself I’d watch the stars with someone special."

Y/N broke the comfortable silence. "Do you like the idea of soulmates?"

Sophia turned her head, furrowing her brows. "What do you mean?"

Y/N shrugged. "Do you get excited by the idea of finding someone that completes you?"

Sophia pondered before admitting, "I do get butterflies at the thought."

"What about you?" Sophia asked, turning toward Y/N.

Y/N inhaled deeply. "I like to believe that there's someone out there who will love me no matter what, even if I die." Sophia stiffened. "Why would you say that?"

Y/N just shrugged. "It’s comforting to think love doesn’t end, even when life does.

Sophia sat up slightly, watching Y/N’s face intently. "What would you do for the love of your life?"

Y/N smirked. "Maybe the usual romantic clichés—kissing in the rain, writing her letters, learning all her favorites and surprising her with them, 3 AM car rides. Maybe have a little fun."

Sophia giggled, pinching her side. "Hey, don't be dirty now."

Y/N laughed with her, closing her eyes as Sophia’s warmth surrounded her. This was enough. Even if it all ended too soon. 

Then, on the last day of exams, Y/N was nowhere to be found. Sophia looked around campus but gave up when their professor excused Y/N from the session. Concern gnawed at her.

She rushed to Y/N’s loft after the exam, only to find it eerily quiet. No music, no humming, no laughter. Sophia pushed open the bedroom door and saw Y/N lying there, breathing heavily, shivering, and burning up with fever.

Panic surged in Sophia’s chest. She shook Y/N desperately. "Hey, wake up! What’s wrong?!" Sophia shook her, panic flooding her veins. "Please, wake up." No response. Her forehead burned under Sophia’s touch.

She called an ambulance, hands trembling as she cradled Y/N. "You’re gonna be fine," she whispered, voice cracking. "Just hold on."

The hospital smelled sterile.

Cold.

Empty.

Sophia sat outside the emergency room, fingers digging into her palms, praying that it’s just a worsen flu, but the doctor’s words hit her like a train.

"The leukemia is progressing. She needs to stay hospitalized."

Sophia’s world shattered.

Sophia’s world tilted. "Leukemia?" Her voice came out broken. "She… she never told me."

The nurse handed her Y/N’s phone. "She’s awake. You can see her now."

When she was finally allowed to see Y/N, she walked into the room, eyes glistening with unshed tears. Y/N smiled softly and patted the space beside her.

"I'm sorry I didn’t tell you," Y/N murmured,

Sophia sniffled. "You should’ve never kept this from me."

Y/N sighed. "I just needed to be ready." leaning her head on Sophia’s shoulder. Sophia sat down, holding Y/N’s frail hand. "You should’ve told me. I would’ve… I don’t know. Done something."

Y/N chuckled weakly. "You did enough. You made my life beautiful."

Tears slipped down Sophia’s cheeks. "Don’t talk like that. You’re going to be okay."

They sat in silence before Y/N whispered, "I have a surprise for you, but you’ll only get it next week."

Days passed, and Y/N grew weaker. Then, one morning, Sophia entered the room and saw the monitors still. The beeping had stopped.

Y/N was gone.

Sophia broke down, her cries echoing through the hospital room. The person who had filled her life with adventure and love was gone, leaving behind nothing but memories.

A week later, Sophia received a call to pick up a package. When she arrived, a golden retriever puppy was waiting for her, a polaroid of their first road trip, and a tiny collar, along with a letter in Y/N’s handwriting.

Dear Soph,

I wanted to give you something to remember me by. Someone to love, the way you loved me. I hope you look at him and see the best parts of us—the laughter, the adventures, the love.

I never told you, but I did fall in love again.

With you.

Thank you for giving me the happiest moments of my life. Don’t cry too much, okay? You still have so much living to do. I’ll always be with you, in every picture, in every adventure, in every sunset.

Thank you for being my greatest love story, even if it was shorter than I wanted it to be. Take lots of pictures for me.

With love, always, Y/N.

Sophia clutched the letter, tears streaming down her face. She looked down at the golden retriever, who wagged its tail at her, and she couldn't help but laugh through her tears.

Y/N was gone, but her love remained—in the dog, in the photographs, in every adventure they had shared. And in Sophia’s heart, forever.

[slavicnoodle]

How to NOT feed from a giant 101

Shy!Giant x Vampire!fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of imprisoning humans

My first smut! English is not my first language!

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Kinks: size difference (9 feet giant and you), cunnilingus, p in v, soft femdom, fingers in mouth, giants, edging, forced orgasm, tongue fucking

Living away from civilization where winters span on longer than three months, are so unforgiving that no animal can be seen around would be impossible for a usual creature. Not for a vampire. Just need to lure in travelers with the light coming from your cozy cottage, charm them with your vampiric beauty while they think you're just a pretty human woman and end up with a blood supply for a good while until new one comes.

Mordechai was another of your victims. Poor guy got lost from his clan of giants in the snowstorm. The wind was pushing snowflakes in his eyes, paradoxically burning them. The snow he was walking through kept falling inside his boots, melting and freezing and worsening his mood that is also at its cold breaking point. But the faint yellow glow he could see through his squinting kept him on his feet. When he finally managed to stand in front of the door, he didn't even have to knock and they opened, revealing a cute little human looking up at his bundled form. "Come on in! Don't stand there!" You pulled him inside. He would bonk his head against the doorframe if he didn't react fast enough. Your humble abode was not made for his stature of estimately nine feet. "I hope I'm not intruding. I only need to wait out the snowstorm. I really don't want to intrude..." Mordechai shyly stands where you pulled him in, not daring to move to accidentally break anything of yours. "Awwww, so careful! Just sit down. I won't mind if you stay, I'd like some company," you reassured him, trying to take off his coat but since he's about nine feet tall you ended up jumping around him, tugging at his sleeves like some puppy. He noticed your struggle. "Oh, I apologize, I'll take it off... and my shoes," he muttered, shedding his outer layers and squelching boots. "My name is Mordechai. And yours?"

You had your eyes on him since you saw him through the window. His big body would keep you sustained for a looooong time. And also as an eye candy. He has long, dark blue, wavy hair that reaches his waist and red eyes like rubies. They would seem intimidating on anyone else, but on him they are so gentle. His bushy eyebrows downturned, lips too, like a polite yet anxious child. He even has chubby cheeks! So cute! His body on the other hand... He's big. In every aspect. Not just as a giant. But as a man. Your eyes got stuck on his pecs straining his shirt, the buttons fighting for their life. Then glanced south. Yup. The way to the shy giant's blood is going to be through his dick.

Normally you tie your victims up and keep them barely alive in your basement. But he's too strong. You needed to make him compliant. Thankfully he seemed like a kind man. That should be easy.. You showed him the peak of your hospitality, brought out a whole feast, rearranged your whole room to make space for the makeshift couch-matress-blankets bed that could support his body. He helped, of course. All polite and blushing whenever you just as much as brushed your fingers against his. When the time to go to sleep came, he still didn't make any move. Lying on the bed as still as he could, offering to sleep on the floor. Anything to not be a burden.

That won't do. He is either too gentlemanly, unsure by the height difference or just a virgin. Either way you somehow have to make him want to fuck. Have to take the matter in your own hands. "I'll put a cup of water on the nighstand in case you get thirsty at night," you chirped, scurrying towards your guest who had sat up on the makeshift bed, tripping against his foot and pouring the water on him and mainly on the crotch of his pants. "I'm so sorry! I'll clean it up!" You squeaked in fake panic, grabbing a handkerchief to pat the stain dry. The moment you did touch his buldge, Mordechai grabbed your hand, pulling you away. Now his ears joined his cheeks that nicely complimented his eyes. "I'll go change," he says before hurrying to the little bathroom of yours. After few minutes he peeked out, still red in face and asks in a tiny voice: "Do you have any blankets I could wrap around myself?"

"Sorry, but I used them all on the bed," you rubbed your neck sheepishly. A lie. "But I won't mind if you were bare. I can blow out the candles. We are going to sleep anyways. No need for a light," you offered generously. The truth is that vampires can see clearly in the dark so you still could have clear view of your guest's physique to try another attempt to seduce him.

"I see... I'll take you up on that. Can you blow them out then, please?" He asked shyly. And when the room was covered by the darkness, he got out, shuffling slowly to the bed, crouching, arms spread in front of him to not bump into anything. Yet he still knocked something off. Or someone. Someone who oh, so conveniently got in his way. Mordechai yelped, reaching out for you to steady you, but out of sheer panic ended up pulling you to his torso. "Are you okay?!" The poor giant looked down through the dark on the more darker blob that was you, patting you with his hands all over to check for any injuries. "Are you hurt?"

"No, I'm okay. Though I may have a bruise," you whined. "From what?! Where?" He looks horrified. He didn't mean to! Stupid giant body!

"From this," your tone turned teasing and he can hear your grin in it as you touched his dick. Mordechai gasped. He forgot he's naked and hard, out of concern for your well-being. "I-I'm sorry! I-I'll sleep on the floor! Please don't kick me out! I-It's not because of you!" Poor guy sounded like he was on the verge of crying. His bottom lip wobbled and steped back, ashamed and covering his erection. "Not because of me?" You ask, trying your best to sound sad. "I-I don't mean-! You're not ugly! Not at all! J-just...!" He turned into a stammering mess. Giants are intimidating race with quick tempers. But this one is just a puppy. He's smaller than his kin who reach twelve feet. Maybe he's a runt? Is that why he's so shy? Maybe you should be a bit kinder too. The teasing was obviously stressing him and not bringing him or you closer to your goal.

You took a deep breath and said: "I'm just teasing, sweetheart. Come sit down." You patted the spot on the bed next to you. Mordechai thought for a while before doing as you said. "Does it hurt anywhere?" You asked, looking him over. No wounds, only kilos of juicy meat in front of you. "No," he mumbled. " "And what about that problem? Do you need help?" You asked instead. The flush traveled down his neck. He is like a tomato. A bit lower and two massive tomatoes would-

"I-It's okay. I'll just sleep it off...," the guy looked at his hands, avoiding eye contact.

"I insist. It is me who ruined your clothes and made you uncomfortable-" He interrupted you: "You didn't! I am just not used to anyone touching my...," trailed off and gulps. Too shy to say it.

"Dick?"

"Don't say it!" He yelled, covering your mouth. And face. You gently pried his fingers off. "Don't be shy. As I said, I don't mind you being naked," you softly kissed his fingers, making sure to not reveal your fangs. His breath hitched, getting quiet, just watching you. So kisses are the way. Noted. You travelled up with your kisses and when you got to his shoulder, you were already pushing him gently down on his back. "Just lie back and enjoy," you giggled, loving his puppy eyes that look up at you in a silent plea. "Have you kissed anyone?" The question escaped your mouth while it hovered centimeters from his. He nodded shakily. "Good. Don't eat my face then," you joked before leaning down. It is kinda hard to kiss someone whose open mouth can almost fully envelope your head. But you two managed to find some gentle rhythm. His tongue was not choking you anymore and you licked it back, making Mordechai groan. Such a sensitive guy... After few minutes he pulled you away to catch a breath and you seized the opportunity to bury your face in his chest. It's so soft and big. You grab full handfuls and whined in happiness. "You have great tits."

"Those are pecs," he muttered, watching you curiously. "Do you... like them?"

"What do you think?" You answered his question with another question and a flick to his nipple, making him whimper. "You do," answered himself shyly, whimpering softly as you play with his stiffening nipples. When you starter sucking, his whole body arched, almost throwing you off. You just just managed to hold on, with mouth full, keeping your firm ministrations on his hard bud. "P-please, my other one," he begged, taking your hand and putting it over his other nipple. You pinch and flicker it to match the movements of your tongue, making him tremble under you until he's covering his face with his hands and loudly whimpering. Soon he pulled you off of his chest like a kitten. "That... That's enough," panted, looking positively sweaty and embarrassed again. "Is something wrong? Did I do something?" You asked, not wanting him to be uncomfortable again. He enjoyed it, right? Why is he like that then... oh.

You could see his belly painted in white spurts. "Did you-," you started and he again shuts you up. But now with fingers in your mouth. Your eyes widened. You couldn't let him feel your fangs and realize what you are. So you started sucking and licking, keeping teeth away. The giant wiggled his fingers, playing with your tiny tongue. He looks a bit more confident now. "Shush. Now it's your turn," he muttered breathlessly and with free hand carefully stripped you down. Thankfully, you did not have any buttons, only knots. He'd rip them out with his undelicate hands. His lips parted when he saw your naked form. His eyes have had adapted to the dark, so he could see a bit more clearly. Not as good as you, but something.

"You're so pretty," he let his hand roam over your figure and then pulled you by the ankle towards him. His face to be specific. "Going to return the favour," he mumbled before lying you on his chest and diving in. You could not get a word in since he still had fingers your mouth. You don't need this! You need to make him cum to drink his blood! He won't feel a thing and you can just use sex as an excuse to feed! But maybe you'll wait for a bit. His tongue was wider and longer than anything you felt before, licking your slit in slow strokes. It felt good. And by the sight of his dick behind your head slowly getting up, he enjoyed it too. He looked at you from between your legs he was carefully pinning to your chest and engulfed your whole pussy in his mouth, sucking. You let out a choked yelp and his eyes crinkled. So he can tease too. He sucked your delicate flesh with abandon, the strenght of the suction making you feel like your clitoris will be ripped off, but his tongue kept it attached to your body, soothing it in maddening pain-pleasure combo that made your toes curl and squirm. He kept doing it until gushes of juices started to escape from your pussy, slurping them eagerly. When you thought your orgasm started subsiding, he squeezed his tongue in your still pulsing channel, making you cum again with a scream. He pulled out his glistening fingers from your mouth just in time to be able to hear it. You crouched forward to grab his hair and push your hips more against his face and he let you. Grunting in what was probably approval while he wiggled his tongue inside you, until you fell limp back on his cum stained belly, twitching.

"Are you already satisfied?" He sat up, scooping you in his arms. He's once again sweet, kissing the top of your head. He wiped the cum from his belly with a single digit and stuffed it in your mouth. You take it back. He still has a backbone. You looked up at him with a pout, cleaning his finger. "Good girl," he giggled. You blush. Damn him. Why is he affecting you so much?! Damned soft boy. In and out. You need to take control. So you pushed him again on his back. "Shush," you huffed, scooting back to rub against his dick. He hissed and shuts up. You watched closely how he bit his lip to stifle the whimpers escaping his mouth. You continued to rub your genitals together, mixing his precum with your juices. His dick is massive by human standarts. Thick all the way with no curve. And the tip, too. It's quite pale like the rest of him but had flushed pretty pink. "Pretty dick," you glanced at him to catch his reaction. And reaction it is. He also gets flushed pink and covered his face. Awwww.

You grinned and began to position yourself above his cockhead, letting it part your lips, preparing for putting it in. You should be thankful for him eating you out since he loosened you up nicely. Not enough though. It's still going to be a tight fit. Thankfully you're a vampire with immediate regeneration. Even if you tear, it heal instantly. The pain should be minimal and is worth the blood. You're the only one except his kin who can take his dick. "Such a sweetheart. So cute when blushing," You cooed at him, then started to tease the tip. Only the tip. In. And out. In. And out. He was twitching everytime it got just a bit of fricton and after few minutes of the pleasurably agonizing edging he looked at you with puppy eyes, tearing up. "Please, put it in," begged, shakily wrapping his hand around your waist to push you down, yet keeping still. "Sure, be patient," you patted the hand and start to lower yourself inch by agonizing inch. Every nerve in your gummy walls was screaming and you were feeling mikrotears forming and healing up. Few tears brimmed in your eyes. He better be damn tasty after this. He firmly held you, not pushing you down but not allowing you up. So you descended a bit faster than you thought, your pussy meeting his base, your asscheeks sitting on his sack and your clitoris buried in his coarse bush, making you whimper. You could see the buldge of his dick in your belly and he squeezed your waist, making it touch your every nerve, resulting in you cumming out of nowhere once again, all over his cock. Atleast you're not alone cause he came right after you, the feeling of your gummy walls gripping and massaging him was simply too much. Hot ropes of cum filled your undead womb and spill out from the sheer amount he was shooting. You two calmed down in few minutes. "Sorry, you felt too good."

"Its okay. Just cum again," you muttered. It is his second orgasm and you still didn't manage to drink from him. You're getting desperate. Who knows how much he can cum. This could be your last chance. So you started moving, the cum providing additional lubrication, making it easier to set a fast rhytm. Mordechai whimpered, his soft dick still inside you hardening for the third time. "Ah! Not so fast!" He begged yet helped you keep the rhytm with his hand around your waist. "Kiss me," you whispered. You need to get close to his neck.

He obliged, crouching down to kiss you. Your free hands reached his pecs again and pinched his nipples, making him moan in your mouth. "Keep going. Want to cum on you," whinedcin the kiss. Driven by the promise of him cumming, your tiny fingers tugged at his stiff peaks roughly and soon you felt him on the verge of cumming, breathing heavily and dick twitching. So you pulled away from the kiss and latched onto his neck, kissing him hungrily. Which you are. And just when he finally groaned as another burst of cum exploded in your pussy, you sunk your teeth in his neck, gulping moutful of blood.

But you were ripped away as he immediately lifted you off of his dick and put in the way of his shooting cum, painting your hungry stomach white like he wanted to. "Twins," he smiled, not feeling your bitemark at all. He cadled you tightly in his warm arms, lied down with you under blanket, looking happy and satisfied. You on the other hand have your lips stained with his blood and are pissed off.

Next time you will drink from his dick while sucking it.

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[iamacebookworm]

Gentle parenting 101: by Sebastian Michaelis

Step 1:

Polite and warm language: Children are people too! You cannot expect them to grow up to be polite adults if you do not model this behaviour. Say your please and thank yous as often as you'd expect your child to say them. Use a warm and understanding tone, even when in a disagreement. Staying warm and polite will help relate the child's emotions. Sebastian displays this by using his P's and T's and warm, calm tone ✅️

Step 2:

Speak to the child on their level: This is both physical and emotional. A child who is fourteen years old is going to need a higher level of language then a four year old. Likewise, with a four year old you will need to kneel down to their height, whilst with a fourteen year old, sitting down somewhere neutral with them, like the living room, would probably be better, as coming down to your fourteen year old height will likely feel condescending to them. Sebastian displays this by holding Ciel in his arms, which is a very common position for them, making it comfortable and familiar for Ciel, which will help his emotional regulation. When speaking to a child, do it somewhere/somehow that makes them feel comfortable. If your child is nervous in the car, but relaxed in their bedroom, the bedroom is probably best for tough talks. Sebastian holds Ciel in a way he's very comfortable and familiar with. Bonus points: Sebastian is actually holding Ciel slightly higher then his own eye level, giving him a sense of power and control ✅️

Step 3:

Compassion and empathy whilst setting firm, yet understanding, boundaries: Childrens brains are not as developed as an adults. They are yet to develop the emotional intelligence or the reasoning power of an adult, and we must remember this as their guardians. When your child is upset because you won't buy them a toy, it's easy, from an adult perspective, to see that behaviour as spoiled or demanding, and getting angry because of that, but we must remember, this is our child's first time feeling All The Things. They're having Big Feelings they don't understand, and that their bodies don't know how to react to. Imagine a time when you were your most disappointed; the pain of wanting something, and being let down. As an adult, you know how to handle this, but your child doesn't, so show empathy! Your child is in valid pain and upset. Getting angry will teach them that those feelings are unacceptable. Teach: emotions do not = behaviour. Screaming and fisting the floor is not OK behaviour, but it is OK to be Big Upset. Sebastian displays this by saying "please wait, but I understand your feelings". This is the equivalent of helping your screaming toddler take a few deep breaths, then saying, "I know you want the toy, and it was an awesome toy!" (Acknowledge their feeling and their reasoning), "but we're not getting the toy today. I know, that's sad, and its ok to be upset, but we're still not getting it today. Maybe another time." Sebastian shows empathy, understanding, and connection. He acknowledges Ciel's desire and need for something; relating to him on his level, and uses warm understanding to validate Ciel ✅️

Step 4:

Keep your word: When you say you're going to do a thing, keep your word! Otherwise you teach your child that you're not trustworthy. So when you say you're gonna kill a bitch later, kill the birch later. Sebastian displays this by, indeed, killing the bitch ✅️

10/10 gentle parenting.

[evidence-based-activism]

men tend to believe compliments less because they receive compliments much less than women. It’s a fact

No, that is not a fact.

I suspect you are basing this off of the 35+ year old research suggesting women receive more compliments than women [1]?

First, that overly simplistic view neglects to consider that even that old research found men and women give and receive compliments from the opposite sex at similar rates [1]. The discrepancy in received compliments was driven by a higher rate of female-to-female compliments and a lower rate of male-to-male compliments in the earliest research. (The rate of male-to-male compliments is now similar to both cross-sex categories.)

So, first, even that early research found that it was men's relatively low rate of same-sex compliments that drove the difference in compliment rates. (And this difference was driven, at least in part, by men's homophobia [2].)

As I and others have stated in the past, it is not women's or feminists’ responsibility to fix the problems men create for themselves.

However, even this is an incomplete picture, as more recent research [1], found that in goal-oriented settings (as opposed to unstructured settings) men received slightly more compliments than women. In addition, compliments in this setting were much more likely to be by same-sex respondents. Even in an unstructured setting, women complimented men more often than men complimented women.

Clearly, the idea that women receive more compliments than men is overly simplistic.

Furthermore, other research [2] demonstrates that men and women have fairly similar responses to compliments. The primary difference is that men are more likely to give "no response" than women, particularly when they are complimented by women.

There is no evidence that men "believe compliments less", and certainly not because they "receive compliments much less".

Finally, this is all mostly Western-centric. There are a number of cultural differences in social interactions, including the use and response to compliments [3, 4].

References under the cut:

Rees-Miller, J. (2011). Compliments revisited: Contemporary compliments and gender. Journal of pragmatics, 43(11), 2673-2688.

Miles, P. (1994). Compliments and gender. University of Hawai'i Occasional Papers Series 26.

Chen, R. (2010). Compliment and compliment response research: A cross-cultural survey. Pragmatics across languages and cultures, 79-101.

Fujimura-Wilson, K. (2014). A cross-cultural study of compliments and compliment responses in conversation. English and American Literature, 49, 19-36.

[soggyriceee]

ahhhhhh, your writing is too good <3

literally about to turn into a regular, but konig.. konig taking time off training to teach you german..

kinda like "what does [insert german word] mean?" with a *remote* in his hands.

are we seeing the vision???? love ya

Private Lessons

summary: request

warnings: female!reader, vibrators, strong language, praise, humiliation a bit. aka your crying and he doesn't care, orgasm denial. got a bit carried away at the end

side note. I cannot speak German so plzzz don't judge me if translations or spelling are not 101% right

Konig watched you at your desk as you struggled, tears dropping from your chin as your legs shook ever so slightly. in his one hand he held his throbbing member, pumping his hips up into his wet hand. in the other, a small black remote. he could crush the remote if he really tried simply by how huge his hands was. but thats besides the point.

"try again, engel." he spoke low, his eyes trailing from your face down to your crossed legs. he let out a breathy groan at the sight, bucking his hips up.

you wiped your eyes, your hands gripping the book tight enough you could rip it down the seam. "what does Alles Gute zum Geburtstag mean?" he asked for the second time now.

you couldn't see through the tears of pain but also pleasure, your breath hitching. "h-happy.. birthday." you whimpered out, feeling the buzzing between your legs dim down. Konig chuckled from behind you, the noise of his hand stroking his tip making up the rest of the silence. "good girl. see? no need to cry." he said slyly, a smirk spreading across his lips.

you two had been at this for an hour now. you sitting at the small desktop in your room, vibrator glued to your now sloppy cunt as Konig controlled it, raising the vibrations and denying your orgasm if you got a work wrong. but if you got the translation right, he'd give you a break, lowering the vibration. but that was it. you haven't cum once. and it hurt so bad.

"p-please." you'd whimper out quietly, barely loud enough for him to hear. "what was that?" he would ask in return, pretending he couldn't speak English. "Bitte." you'd say, this time a bit louder.

you could barely take it anymore. you were getting dizzy, your legs feeling like jelly. tears soaked the book at this point, your lips wet and parted as you begun to breath manually at this point. "please what?" he asked, pretending to be oblivious to the desperation you were feeling.

you could just cum. soak your panties and the white seat beneath you, pretend like you couldn't hold it back any longer. and while that excuse could work, it doesn't mean he'd be any less mean with you. you wouldn't cum for days if you made that choice to be selfish and cum now. you knew it and he knew that you knew it. he wasn't stopping you, but he also wasn't encouraging you to do it.

"I c..can't hold it." you said, trying to distract yourself from the gentle vibration still abusing your throbbing clit. you were begging him to show mercy, let you cum at least once. and you wouldn't dare to look at him. his large cock thrusting up into his hand. the sounds alone coming from him were enough to push you over the edge.

Konig was silent for a bit, the only sound in the room was the low vibrating sound and his slow pumps from his hand. sweat dripped from your forehead as your eyes squeezed shut, feeling your orgasm creep back up. you whimpered out painfully, your body hunching over the desk now as you tried to think of ways to distract yourself from coming all over yourself.

"tell me engel," he began, "how do you ask me to come?" his hand began to pick up speed, the sight of your limp, almost lifeless body tipping him closer to his orgasm.

you couldn't even think at this point, your mind foggy with the need to come. but, you pushed yourself to sit up, grabbing your notebook and looking at the tear soaked pages.

Konig had been teaching you German for months now. he got you your own personal notebook for words and phrases. and what once started off as sweet and genuine lessons, quickly turned into a game for you both. mainly Konig, but you got your own pleasure from it too.

he'd speak German to you while he fucked you, forcing you to tell him all the things you needed in German otherwise, he'd keep doing whatever he was doing. it forced you in a way to remember more of the sexual words and phrases rather than the ones that made a real normal conversation.

"bitte.." you started, your voice soft and hoarse. slowly, he increased the vibrations, causing you to cry out painfully. "keep going." he commanded, watching your body react. your body began to falter, arms barely strong enough to hold you up. your legs shook violently as a soft ringing began to fill your ears. he had finally pushed you to the edge.

"bitte.. lass mich kommen." you forced out, your arm wrapping around your stomach to try and stop the pain. Konigs hand pumped faster, his finger pressing on the remote to increase the speed. "come from me engel." he panted, watching your body shake violently as a result of the vibrator.

your toes curled almost painfully hard as your vision went in and out. you were coming but, your body was almost to weak to even fully enjoy it. but Konig loved it. he whimpered out as he watched your body tremble, your knees press together as your orgasm took over you, completely ruining your panties and the seat. and the sound of your sobs only added onto how good his orgasm felt. "o-oh engel~" he'd moan out, head tossed back as ropes of his cum shot out, covering his stomach and hand.

you on the other hand, now halfway out your seat, sat in the puddle of your own mess, body barely strong enough to hold you up. the vibrator was still going, overstiming your already aching sore clit. you felt like your body genuinely couldn't take it anymore.

you dragged yourself out of the chair, attempting to crawl to Konig and shut off the vibrator. but as soon as your body hit the ground, your vision had gone out and you'd officially passed out. this had happened before. at first Konig was scared of it, worried he'd gone too far. but when you'd woken up a few minuets later, you both discovered how much you both equally enjoyed seeing you so worn out.

so, Konig didn't rush to get you. in fact, when he did get over to you, shutting the vibrator off and pulling your panties to the side to see just how much of a mess you made for him, he couldnt help but press himself into you, feeling all your come coating his cock. "such a messy slut.." he mumbled to himself, pulling out of your cunt to watch strings of your slick connect him to you.

and, lessons were always like this. sometimes Konig would have his cock in you, fucking up into you as you tried to speak for him. other times were like this, a vibrator to your clit, you pass out from edging for so long and he'll use you. it was beneficial for you both.

so when he came in your room the next week, instead of being at training, vibrator in hand, you already knew the next hour or two were going to be painfully good.

[bardoftheshire]

You're Just Like Me || Chapter ii

Peter Maximoff/Quicksilver x Reader

Notes; Wanted to do something where you meet Lorna and Peter's mom/already have known them for a while.

Warnings; Mild language, cheesy scenes :p

Part 2/?

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"Dude, I totally beat you!"

"No way! I won that 117th game! I beat you by one point!"

You and Peter bickered back and forth. You and him had been playing ping pong for only 15 minutes now, and had already finished the 200th game.

"It's 99 to 101! I just won the last one, you're just a sore loser," Peter pouted.

"'Meh meh meh meh meh meh, I'm Peter, I'm stupid and a sore loser, I lost to Y/n,'" You mock Peter.

"Tch, I don't sound like that at all," Peter scoffs.

"You totally do, don't lie to yourself to save your ego."

"Peter? Is thst Y/n down there with you?"

You speed up the stairs to greet Ms. Maximoff, "Morning! How are you doing today?" You smile at her.

"Good morning, Y/n. I didn't even see or hear you come in. How long has she been here Peter?"

"I dunno, like, 20 minutes or something like that," Peter speeds up, same as you did, "Morning, mom." He says, giving her a hug.

"There's some breakfast up in the kitchen if you guys want some. Lorna's already eating right now,"

You smile. Lorna reminded you so much of your sister. The way she was around Peter warmed your heart, almost like how S/n was with you.

"Awesome, thanks Ms. Maximoff!" You say as you give her a lasting hug before speeding to the kitchen and quickly finishing the breakfast on the plate that was presented on the table.

You look at Lorna and make a silly face, earning a giggle from her.

"Hey, kiddo, remember what I told you to tell your brother the other day? You should tell him that now," you grin mischievously.

Lorna nods and smiles, then continues on with her eggs.

For someone who claims to be the "most awesome person on the planet in the whole wide word," *his words, not yours*, he never made it up to breakfast on time when you were there. Everything was always a race to you guys. Getting to breakfast on time, who can eat faster, who can get to the store faster, who can keep up and play games with eachother, *everything*.

"Aw dude, that's no fair! You got a head start!" Peter whines like a child who didn't get a toy they wanted. I mean, at times he did act like a complete child.

"What do you mean a head start? Not my fault your mom kept you," You shrugged innocently, knowing damn well you made a deal with Ms. Maximoff to keep him longer.

Peter rolls his eyes playfully and eats his breakfast, sat down next to her. "It's still 896 to 862 though.."

"I think Y/n is way cooler than you!" Lorna giggles.

Peter's face goes from one of joy to complete horror and disbelief.

"What! Lorna?!" Peter exclaims as you bite your tounge as not to laugh, though failing. He swishes his head towards you and glares, "You!"

You look at your watch, 10:31 am, and give Lorna a quick hug and Peter a pat on the back, "Well, look at the time. Gotta go!" You say before speeding out the door to your house, Pete following in pursuit.

"Dude, seriously!" You shout, looking behind you to see him catching up.

Your house. That'd be the best place because he doesn't have a key. You thought to yourself.

You rush even faster, getting your house key from your pocket. "Aw shit!" You'd forgotten the key.

Back way?

When you get to the door and hope it was left unlocked, it unfortunately, was not.

"Shit!"

"Got you!" Peter exclaims.

You were now placed into an.. interesting position. You were turned around by Peter and he held your wrists against the door.

"Uh, Peter," You say, shifting your position ever so slightly.

Peter looks at you for a few moments before being interrupted by the opening of the door you were leaning upon.

You fall backwards straight onto the floor. No matter how fast you were, there was no way you were able to stop yourself from falling, not with Peter holding you like he did.

"Oof-" you had the wind knocked out of you and Peter being straight lying on top of you definitely didn't help.

"Y/n! Who is this?" Your dad exclaims.

"Get off me," You groan, pushing Peter off. You take a deep breath of the air you'd been deprived of, "Hey, dad," you get up and give him a hug, leaving Peter on the floor.

"Who is this, Y/n?" You dad now looked suddenly upset.

"Does he know about you know what?" Peter whispers in your ear, asking about the super speed. You nod your head and introduce him.

"Oh, well uh, this is Peter. My friend. Say hi, Peter," You rub the back of your neck awkwardly, "Peter, say hi.." You kick his shin, earning a hiss.

Once Peter had finally gotten it, he quickly tidied himself.

"Hello, Mr. L/n! Nice to meet you. I must say, you have an incredible house here and has anyone ever told you that you have amazing taste in fashion?" Peter says quickly, just as quickly as he had shaken your dad's hand. Now he was just milking it at this point.

Your dad has a surprised look on his face. You don't know if it was because of Peter's sudden greeting, or the fact that he figured out that Peter was a mutant.

"Uh-"

"Thank you, Peter, how about we say you should go on now? Huh? Lorna must miss her brother, yes?"

"What? But I just got here," He whines.

He did nothing but whine.

"No, Y/n, I want to know more about this new friend you have here," your dad says, shaking his head while putting a hand on your shoulder.

Uh oh. Bad idea. You could only hope Peter doesn't say or do anything stupid..

You nod hesitantly and glare at Peter as if to warn him not to do what he normally does.

"So, Peter.. that's your name?" Your dad questions. He appeared more intimidating than he was. In fact, he was the least intimidating person you've met..

"Yes, Mr. L/n," Peter switched up from how he normally was so quickly it was almost frightening.

"What intentions do you have with my daughter?"

Peter looked at your dad quizzically, "What do you think my intentions are, sir?"

"Good ones I would hope."

"Then you're right," Peter grinned.

Your dad stared at Peter. You began to get nervous, you knew he wouldn't say or do anything out of line, but you now really see how he is intimidating.

"Good. Welcome to our home then, Peter," Your dad said, smiling.

"Hey, dad. Is S/n here or is she out with mom?"

It stung to even mention your mom. She didn't even feel like your mother with how she always ignored you, refused to even look at you, and you've been told by her co-workers that she swears she only has one daughter and it's S/n.

"Actually, both your mom and S/n should be in the living room. I think they're doing a puzzle," Your dad says, motioning for you and Peter to enter the room, "Y/n, you should introduce him to S/n,"

"Uh, is that a good idea?" You whisper.

"I don't know, is it?"

You think for a second, a worried look on your face as Peter entered the living room. "I-" You sigh before continuing, "I'll introduce him."

You walk into the living room and stood next to Peter who was just about to introduce himself to your mom.

"Hey, mom, uh- this is- this is Peter, one of my friends," You say awkwardly.

Your mom pauses what she was doing to look at you and Peter, "You have friends? You know she's a freak, right, boy?" She glares.

"Sister isn't a freak, mom!" S/n exclaims.

The fact that S/n even had to tell your mom that stung. Bad..

"What do you mean by 'freak'?" Peter questions. Oh no.

She glares at you with a grimace, "A mutant. A freak."

S/n was clearly upset, as she got up and went to her room.

"Bye, mom," You say before taking Peter's hand and leading him upstairs, your mom burning holes into the back of your head.

You open the door to your room and let him in, you following behind.

"This is my room, neat, huh?" You say, your hand on Peter's back as you motion to everything. Every poster, every vinyl, every cassette.

"Are you okay, Y/n?" Peter asks, looking sympathetically at you.

You never saw Peter serious. He always had a smile on his face, but now, he had a look of sympathy and worry.

"Y/n?"

"Uh, yeah, I'm doing awesome don't worry, Peter. How about you, though?"

Peter knew you were lying, but he didn't want to push any further, "I'm okay if you're okay," he looked around your room, "This room is pretty cool for such a lame person." He joked, making you laugh.

"You ass! Not everything in here is stolen, you know?" You punch him lightly.

"Hey, there's a few things in my room that aren't stolen too," Peter responds, putting his hands up with a shrug.

"And I can probably count on one hand those things that aren't, c'mon now."

You think for a second, debating if it was even a good idea. Just as you were doing so, S/n barges into your room panting.

"Y/n! Was I almost as fast as you?" S/n shouts, a big smile on her face.

"Not quite, but you're getting closer, kiddo," You rush over to her and ruffle her hair with a grin on your face.

"Who's he?" She points at Peter.

"That's Peter, he's my friend. Do you want to say hi?" You kneel down to be face to face with her.

"Oh! Is that the friend you won't stop talking about?"

You slap your hand on her mouth and pick her up, taking her into her room, leaving Peter alone in you room. What she just said definitely gave him an unnecessary boost for his already big ego.

"Oh? What does she say?" Peter shouts, a smug smile on his face.

You place S/n down, "Don't you tell him *anything*." You say, voice barely above a whisper.

"Why?"

"Because he's annoying and stupid,"

"That's not what you say about him, though." S/n says seriously.

"Just- don't tell him anything about what I talk about. It'll just make him more annoying and stupid, okay?" You stand up now towering over S/n.

S/n crosses her arms and raises a brow, "You like him don't you?" She smirks.

You feel your face begin to rapidly heat up and you forgot what words even were. "I- uh- S/n, no no no no no no, it's not- it's not like that," You quickly stutter out.

"It's not like what?"

You look up to see Peter standing right next to you, a large, cocky grin on his face.

The blood that had rushed to your face mere moments ago was now completely drained.

"Nothing!" S/n says, with you taking her down to the kitchen with your dad, S/n now in a fit of laughter from the *rush* of you bringing her down.

"Good job kiddo," You whisper with a smile.

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I genuinely had no clue how to end this, but here's part II to this series! :D

[soyeonsbabygirl]

(G)-IDLE MASTERLIST

Jeon Soyeon

Why should I wear anything at all if you’re just going to tear it off - JSY x NY/KM x Reader

Roll your fucking eyes again and I’ll give you a reason to roll em

Rodeo

Stressed (SYQ x JSY)

“Can’t keep my fucking eyes off you”

Hotel Room (JSY X SYQ X CMY)

Cho Miyeon

“Backseat. NOW.”

How to Fuck a girl 101 - CMY x NY/KN

Hotel Room (CMY X SYQ X JSY)

Mine (CMY X SYQ)

Fucking Virgin! (CMY X KM/NY x Reader)

MiYu x Reader

Cozy riding

Nicha Yontarak / Kim Minnie

“My Shirt? Imma need that back”

Why should I wear anything at all if you’re just going to tear it off - JSY x NY/KM x Reader

How to fuck a girl 101 - CMY x KM/NY

I can be a better boyfriend than him

Fucking Virgin (CMY X KM/NY x Reader)

Language! (KM/NY x SYQ X Reader)

Minnie’s Housewife

Seo Soojin

Soojin Thoughts

Soojin’s thighs

Kiss Marks

Sooshu + Reader

Song Yuqi

“Imma need my shirt back.”

Stressed. (SYQ x JSY)

Truth or Kiss

Hotel rooms (SYQ X JSY X CMY)

Mine (CMY X SYQ)

Language! (SYQ X NY/KM x Reader)

Miyu x Reader

Yeh Shuhua

Cheers and Poms Poms

Sooshu + Reader

OT6:

Girls catch you watching porn

Ass or Titties

Girls reactions to Teasing

Girls reactions to reader kissing their face

Clueless?

(G)-IDLE helping you get off

Drabbles!:

Yuyeon

Soojin and Soyeon Thoughts

MiShu thoughts

Yuyeon - stressed idea

Members teasing Miyeon

MinQi big dicks

Minnie’s LONG fingers

Everyone using Shuhua

Sex with idle is amazing

Who needs a fleshlight when there’s Shuhua

Alpha idle x omega Shu

Free use Shu

Miyeon’s moans

Eating Soyeon’s meow meow

I don’t care if they little put them boobs in my face!!

Shuhua can fuck women ngl

Loser Minnie (and Sakura)

Miyu stuff again

Bunny Miyeon

Idle present to Miyeonie

Princess treatment w/soyeon

G!P Miyu using shushu

Miyeon Tied up

Breeding kink Minnie

More Miyu

MiMin sweetness

Miyu Cockwarming!

Yuna + Miyeon + Wonyoung

[101emo]

LEET: 101 What is L3375934K? How do I understand this jumble!?

Leetspeak, hackspeak or leet- is the switch of a words letters with numbers or special characters. Leet is shortened from the word 'elite', which refers to the hackers who created and used the language in the 1980s.

It was originally created to communicate from person to person through this inside group, often used to disguise and mask illegal content.

To normal readers, taking time to understand the replacement between letters and numbers can be tricky. Below is a simplified guide to each letter and number switch;

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Alphabet (Simplified): The alphabet with number/symbol/letter correspondence. Some numbers are repeated- it just depends on context. I actually hate M,K,W,X and barely use them lol

A | 4 B | 8 C | < D | ) E | 3 F | = G | 6 H | # I | 1 J | _I K | I< L | I_ M | nn N | И O | 0 P | 9 Q | 9 R | 2 S | 5 T | 7 U | V V | \/ W | uu X | >< Y | 7 Z | 2

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Alphabet (Advanced): For all you who want to flex. Just includes a lot more creativity and symbols. Had a ball on my keyboard with this one, and even this isn't the entirety of what was used.

A | 4, /\, @, /-\, ^, Д B | 8, I3, 13, ß, !3, |-] C | <, ¢, {, (, © D | ), |), [), I>, ?, > E | 3, &, £, €, ë, [- F | =, ƒ G | 6, &, C-, <- H | #, /-/, (-), |-|, }{, I+I I | 1, |, ! J | _I, ], ; K | I<, |c, |( L | 1, I_, £ M | nn, /V\, (v), IVI N | И, |\|, /\/, /V O | 0, (), Ø P | 9, I*, ? Q | 9 R | 2, I2 ®, Я S | 5, $, z T | 7, +, † U | V, µ V | \/ W | uu, VV, Ш, \^/ X | ><, ×, )(, Ж Y | 7, Ч Z | 2, s

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Numerical: The numerical setout with letter correspondence. A lot simpler to understand and use daily. I see a lot more of number L337 being used in usernames or around the internet, so its far more common and understood.

1 | I, L 2 | R, Z 3 | E 4 | A 5 | S 6 | G 7 | T, Y 8 | B 9 | P, Q 0 | O

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[learnukrainian]

Ukrainian 101, Lesson 40: Back to School p.2: School Subjects

School Subjects - шкільні предмети - shkeelnee predmety Subject - предмет - predmet

Maths - математика - matematyka

Algebra - алгебра - alhebra

Geometry - геометрія - heometreeya

History - історія - eestoreeya

Geography - географія - heohrapheeya

Literature - література - leeteratoora

English (language) - англійська (мова) - anhleeyska [mova]

Biology - біологія - beeoloheeya

Chemistry - хімія - heemeeya

Physics - фізика - pheesyka

Astronomy - астрономія - astronomeeya

P.E. - фізкультура - fizzcooltoora

Computer Science - інформатика - informatyka

Ukrainian - українська (мова) - ookrayeenska [mova]

Spanish - іспанська (мова) - eespanska [mova]

German - німецька (мова) - neemetska [mova]

French - французька (мова) - frantsooska [mova]

Music - музика - moozyka

Psychology - психологія - psycholoheeya

Examples:

Тобі подобається математика? - Ні, вона дуже складна! | Do you like maths? - No, it's very difficult!

Мені подобається співати, тому мій улюблений предмет - музика. | I love singing, that's why music is my favourite subject.

Його сестра дуже добре знає історію. | His sister knows history very well.

Ми скоро почнемо вчити іспанську! | We will start learning Spanish soon!

Їм подобається хімія? - Так! | Do they like chemistry? - Yes!

[stellerssong]

Hi again. I'm on some level here to ask for a complete explanation of every aspect of Hawaiian culture that is even tangentially related to your latest fic because I know absolutely nothing and there is the ever present concern that the terms run through cursory Google Translate and internet searching will lose nuance and implications. There were definitely some references to divinities and myths and such that went over my unenlightened head. The story you wove was rich and intricate enough to be held in the mind of someone who knows less than nothing and still have great meaning and truth, but I know that it will mean yet more if I can see the threads you used to make it. (On another level, I'm asking for the explanation because I am abruptly deeply interested in a topic I had previously not thought about very much, and you seem to be significantly more of an expert than the average internet search.)

first off! well first off i am blowing you so many kisses for this very kind ask, thank you so much for giving me an excuse to ramble at (great, great, great) length.

so second off! i would just like to stress that i am very much not an expert in hawaiian language, folklore, history, culture, etc. i am neither kānaka maoli (native hawaiian) nor kamaʻāina (born in hawaiʻi although not necessarily of hawaiian ancestry), and i have not studied these topics formally/in a setting that applies academic rigor. i am an enthusiastic amateur with a personal connection to hawaiian culture, the kind of brain that likes to fixate on areas of interest, and a willingness to scrounge around for reading material. i have, i think, a decent sense of what some of the baseline texts in the field are, and a fairly good bullshit detector (and the understanding/ability to dig into things when i can't rely on the bullshit detector), but ultimately i am a layman and an outsider with corresponding perspectives and biases. i also, i will admit frankly, have a pretty sharp knowledge cutoff corresponding to the time of first european contact, just because of my own personal interests and reading preferences.

read that whole disclaimer? let your eyes glaze over while you skimmed it? good! here's my real quick (lmao) rundown of Sum Things U Should Know If You Wanna Close-Read Kīpuka:

ʻŌlelo Hawaiʻi 101

Good grief when I put it like that I do NOT feel qualified to tell you any of this. Anyway. We can keep it basic just so you can get a sense of the mouthfeel of the words. And just fyi ʻŌlelo Hawaiʻi is the proper name of the language; i'll be using "Hawaiian" as the adjective form, sans ʻokina, assuming an English-speaking readership.

ʻŌlelo Hawaiʻi as it is commonly rendered today has 13 letters: 5 vowels (A, E, I, O, and U) and 7 consonants (H, K, L, M, N, P, W), plus the ʻokina or glottal stop (that little apostrophe-lookin' dude at the beginning of the word ʻokina, also the source of most of my typesetting woes). Pronunciation-wise, there are no silent letters and no though/through/enough-type surprises: every letter is pronounced, and all of the vowel renderings are approximately equivalent to how you'd pronounce them in Spanish or Italian. Hence, the word kuahine = koo-ah-HEE-nay rather than, like, kyoo-ah-highn, which made me feel gross even just typing it out.

The ʻokina is pronounced, and bear with me here, like the dash in the english nuh-uh. or, if you're a try-hard vocalist—reattack the vowel after the ʻokina instead of eliding it to the vowel prior. So the place-name Kaʻū is pronounced ka-OO, as distinct from the word kau which is pronounced more like kow (which is a bit of an oversimplification of the latter word, but I'm trying to be efficient here).

That leads us neatly into the other diacritical marking used in ʻŌlelo Hawaiʻi, the kahakō or macron which helpfully appears in its own name. No worries here; the kahakō just serves as a stress marker, so you'd say kahakō = ka-ha-KO instead of ka-HA-ko, or from the example above ka-OO rather than KA-oo.

There are a couple of other little pronunciation tricks here and there. The letter W is sometimes pronounced as a V, and unfortunately I can't really describe the rules for that shift; that is one I must admit I know mostly from vibes. For example, the correct pronunciation of Hawaiʻi itself is ha-VAI-ee, but I've never heard the place-name Waimea pronounced as anything but why-MEY-ah.

Occasionally you will encounter the letter K pronounced as a T, which I believe is an artifact of the morphological shift from older related languages such as Tahitian and Samoan which do preserve the letter T as a unique phoneme. To my knowledge, the Kauaʻi dialect (spoken today on Niʻihau) also preserves the T, but most spoken ʻŌlelo Hawaiʻi heard elsewhere is based on the Big Island dialect, which lacks the T. One notable exception is the word tūtū (an affectionate/respectful term for a grandparent or elder), which you really don't hear pronounced as kūkū.

Really, though, listening to Hawaiian music is how I got the language in my ear and imo it's the best way to get it in yours. Can't go wrong with Israel Kamakawiwoʻole (of "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" fame), but I have a personal soft spot for Kealiʻi Reichel, Weldon Kekauoha, Amy Hanaialiʻi, and the Cazimero Brothers.

The Place-y-ness of Hawaiian Literature

This is more of a sidenote than its own heading, but I'm the one driving the essay, and I think it's an interesting thing to point out, just because it helps establish a particular perspective I wanted to keep in mind while writing this fic.

Something you might notice as you start to look at Hawaiian oli, mele, and myth is the high level of specificity of place. Hawaiʻi is, let's be honest, not that enormous of a place when you consider it on a global scale—but the specificity of localities within Hawaiian literature is kind of astounding. Not only are there loads of place-names referenced in any given work, there are unique Hawaiian names for landmarks, cliffs, peaks, hills, streams, waterfalls—even rains and winds of specific locations merit their own names.

"kīpuka" is very specifically set on the windward side of Hawaiʻi island, so I made an effort to focus my references to place-names on that region—Hilo, ʻŌlaʻa, and Waiākea are all locations on the eastern side of the island, and the one reference to Kona on the leeward side reflects the coming of someone bearing grievances (in addition to eia aʻe ka makani Kona being an existing idiom warning the listener to watch out for an angry person, the windward and leeward sides of Hawaiʻi island have a long history of territorial warfare and jockeying for control of the island). I'd also considered having the bird discussed in the fic be a different species, the kākāwahie—but that species is/was endemic to Molokaʻi, and quite honestly my knowledge of the history and culture of Molokaʻi as a separate polity is not that great.

(This is partly due to sample bias—my introduction to Hawaiʻi was within a Big Island-based context. At the same time, another thing you may notice about the better-known source texts is that many of them center around Hawaiʻi island and, to a lesser extent, Maui, thanks to the political supremacy during the unification/post-contact era of Hawaiʻi island and Maui aliʻi. Ross Cordy wrote a whole ass book about the Oʻahu chiefdoms that is simply not to be had for love or money no matter how I search for it. I am THIS CLOSE to straight up cold emailing the man and being like I WILL VENMO YOU $75 USD DIRECTLY IF YOU WILL SIMPLY JUST SEND ME A COPY OF YOUR BOOK. PLEASE. SAVE ME ROSS CORDY.)

Girl (Gender Neutral), I Cannot Explain Hawaiian Mythology, Poetics, and Mythopoetics As a Subheading in One Post

Honestly. I can't do it. But some tidbits to assist your further research:

A great deal of Hawaiian literature and oral tradition hinges on kaona, roughly "allusion" or "metaphor." In a description that is useful to precisely no one but myself, it's not unlike the complex plays on words, puns, and deep well of references used in Heian Japanese epistolary poetry. Some of it is easy to grok for newbies: for example, the concept of one's lover as a lei adorning the body, or being splashed or sprinkled with water as a euphemism for sex. Some of it goes a lot deeper, relying on historical or folkloric place-name associations, puns, and ancient practices and superstitions.

The Hawaiian "pantheon" I place in scare quotes because ancient Hawaiian religious practices and superstition were highly syncretic, often extremely localized, and more contradictory the more you read into it. In a very, very, very, VERY rough and off-the-cuff sense, though, there were thought to be four major gods: Kāne (associated with dawn, the sun, the sky, running freshwater, and irrigation-based agriculture, among other things), Kanaloa (associated with the ocean, sea creatures, and sometimes death, as an opposing or complimentary force to Kāne), Lono (god of fertility, agriculture with something of an emphasis on dryland agriculture, rainfall, and peace as embodied in the Makahiki festival), and Kū (god of war, the deified kingship, fishermen, sorcery, and quite honestly a ton of other things in various manifestations).

There were also quite a large number of "lesser" gods, the word "lesser" used just in the sense that they weren't honored to the same extent as the four previously named in state-sanctioned religious practice. Probably the most well-known of these is Pele, the volcano goddess. (I reference another in the fic, Niolopua, god of sleep—but the jury's out on whether or not that refers to an actual god or is just metaphorical in the same way that most people think of "the Sandman" as a euphemism for sleep and not a literal guy who comes into your house and puts crusties in your eyes.)

The gods were thought to manifest in a variety of forms, called kino lau (literally "four hundred bodies"). You can think of this in the sense of "Lono takes on the shape of an albatross or a tropicbird to interact with mortals, while Kanaloa prefers to manifest as an octopus," and in stories kino lau are sometimes represented that way, but in practice it's less of a Greek myth-style practice of shapeshifting and more of an animistic religious belief. The kino lau in nature embody the god and in a metaphorical sense illustrate the interconnection between divine and earthly and the presence of the divine on earth.

(HUGE OVERSIMPLIFICATION. HUGE OVERSIMPLIFICATION. PLEASE DO MORE RESEARCH AND DO NOT TAKE ONE TUMBLR POST AT ITS WORD ON THIS.)

The Endless, in the fic, are very easy to loop into the concept of kino lau, because of their canonical universality. Danny appears as a shark (a symbol of chiefhood), a pueo, or Hawaiian owl (an 'aumakua, or ancestral guardian), a manu-o-Kū, or fairy tern (a bird associated with the god Kū, likely in his aspect as a god of fishermen, navigators, and wayfinders), a kalo plant (a staple crop of ancient Hawaiʻi, a kino lau of Kāne, and a symbol of duality and rebirth), and a snowcapped mountain (a sacred site considered kapu, or forbidden, to all but the highest chiefly individuals). Despair, meanwhile, appears as an ʻalae ʻula, or Hawaiian moorhen (another ʻaumakua, but also an animal whose cry was thought to foretell misfortune), a stingray (for her barbed tail), a hāpuʻu fern (in contrast to Dream's kalo, the hāpuʻu was considered a famine food), a lava flow and its first growths (acknowledging Pele as both a destroyer and a creator of land, just as Despair also embodies hope), and a number of other things meant to embody the devastation of Hawaiʻi (rats, feral pigs, and mosquitoes have decimated endemic birds and insects; the kiawe is an invasive plant species that forms dense, thorny, and difficult-to-destroy groves; light pollution affects behavior and migratory patterns of both avian and aquatic species).

All pretty simple, obviously!

Further Resources and Recs

Okay, so, obviously I'm not going to be able to explain every single reference in this fic in a single post, though I obviously tried my damnedest. In lieu of that, I'll offer some useful resources for further reading:

Stephen Trussel's Combined Hawaiian Dictionary is a fantastic resource for vocab that incorporates several major Hawaiian dictionaries in a straightforward (well, as straightforward as this gets) text-based web page. Ulukau also has a searchable interface, which is a little easier to interact with, but I like having the Trussel for reference.

Huapala is everyone's go-to for translations of Hawaiian lyrics. I've linked to it in the endnotes of the fic for readers interested in more on "Ka Ipo Lei Manu," but it's got nearly any ʻauana-style Hawaiian song you please, and if I recall correctly even a few traditional oli. Again, another slightly old-fashioned text-based site—but we all know how to use CMD + F in a page, do we not?

Native Books is awesome if you, like me, prefer reading things in print but would prefer not to feed your dollars into the maw of the Amazon beast. A lot of the lit on Hawaiʻi was printed either a long time ago or in very small releases and is now out-of-print and difficult to find even in libraries, so it rocks that there's an independent bookseller that specializes in getting those works to an audience in hard copy. @ NATIVE BOOKS PLEASE CONSIDER GETTING ROSS CORDY TO RE-PRINT THE RISE AND FALL OF THE OʻAHU KINGDOM THANK YOU SO MUCH. University of Hawaiʻi Press is also a good source for academic texts, although their website is...mm...difficult to navigate, and do be warned that they charge academic press prices.

In terms of who to read, you really can't go wrong with Mary Kawena Pukui, a Native Hawaiian scholar, author, composer, and educator whose work is the backbone of just, a fuckton of writing about Hawaiʻi, both academic and popular. Her book ʻŌlelo Noʻeau: Hawaiian Proverbs and Poetical Sayings is worth at least a skim just to get the feel of the Hawaiian mindset; it also contains a healthy dose of myth, folklore, and history in the explanations of the sayings. Absolutely adorably, I've found two books she edited that I read the absolute FUCK out of as a child available as PDFs through Ulukau: The Water of Kāne and Other Legends of the Hawaiian Islands and Hawaiʻi Island Legends: Pīkoi, Pele, and Others. Definitely worth a quick read if you want more on the myth side of things.

As a non-specialist, I've really enjoyed Patrick Vinton Kirch's writing on precontact Hawaiʻi. For a field archaeologist, his writing is both highly engaging and very respectful of the peoples he studies, and trust me, I do get my back up easily when it comes to white people writing about Other Cultures TM, so I'd posit it means something that he passes my sniff test. A Shark Going Inland is My Chief is a great overview of the history of the Hawaiian chiefdoms from the first settlement of the islands to immediately precontact, and Kuaʻāina Kahiko offers a bit of a closer look at everyday life in a specific locality in the islands (in this case, Kahikinui, Maui).

Kamehameha and His Warrior Kekūhaupiʻo by Stephen Desha (trans. Frances N. Frazier) began its life as a serialized Hawaiian-language history of the rise of Kamehameha I. It's a dense read, and it WILL test your ability to remember who the hell all these people are to its limit—it mostly discusses the lives and times of the major players of the aliʻi class in the late precontact–early postcontact era, and when you remember that a) a hell of a lot of personal names in this tale begin with the letter K and b) the aliʻi class of Hawaiʻi practiced a mindboggling amount of political marriage, consanguineous marriage, and sanctioned adoption between blood relatives, the family trees get real complicated REAL fast. If you can hang on through all that, though, it's an intensely detailed and very vivid portrait of a culture at a tumultuous moment, it gives a great sense of how the Hawaiians viewed themselves and the world, and it's an interesting exercise in the mythologizing of the Kamehameha dynasty.

Okay, So...?

So...if you hung on through all that, god DAMN are you dedicated. Have what is quite possibly my favorite Hawaiian song for your trouble. It is, funnily enough, about a bird.

EDIT: I am retroactively making this post unrebloggable. I'm really, really glad folks have found it interesting and are looking into the resources I shared, but I absolutely do not want this getting passed around as Hawaiian Culture 101. If you want to learn more about Hawaiʻi, I must stress that you should look to a reputable source and not some schmuck on Tumblr rambling about her effortposting fanned fiction.

[ersaersa-ersaelectronics]

The Little Prince of Resistors: 100 Ohm’s Journey in Circuits & Stars

A Meeting in the Desert of Circuits

The desert stretched endlessly, its sands glowing like copper under the sun. I was tracing the dunes, heading toward a distant oasis, when I spotted a glint in the sand—a small, rectangular shape, no bigger than a ladybug.

“You’re… very small,” I said, kneeling. “And you’re a child who talks to resistors,” it replied, voice soft as the wind. “But some keepers of light are smallest when they’re strongest. Ask the fox.”

It was a 100 ohm resistor—the unassuming hero of circuits, but to me, it felt like a secret. Let me tell you its story.

1. What Is the 100 Ohm Resistor? (The Glue of Electronics)

This was no ordinary component. It was a 100 ohm resistor—electronics’ duct tape, a $0.01 hero that solves 90% of circuit headaches. Here’s its magic:

Current Control: Protects LEDs from becoming fireworks (like a fox guarding a rose).

Signal Termination: Stops USB lines from “snowy screens” (no more glitchy cat videos).

Voltage Division: Creates reference points for sensors (even Tesla’s battery monitors trust it).

Fun Fact: Your phone holds 200+ 100 ohm resistors—they outnumber camera pixels. Small, but everywhere.

“Why so quiet?” I asked. “Keepers don’t shout,” it said. “They just keep.”

2. The Resistor’s Rainbow: Decoding Its Color Secrets

The 100 ohm resistor wears a rainbow coat—its color code, a secret language only the wise (or foxes) understand.

4-Band (5% Tolerance): Brown-Red-Gold-Gold. Brown (1), Red (0), Gold (×0.1), Gold (±5%). Think: “1, 0, and a sprinkle of desert magic.”

5-Band (1% Precision): Brown-Red-Black-Gold-Brown. Brown (1), Red (0), Black (0), Gold (×0.1), Brown (±1%). “1, 0, 0, and a pinch of starlight.”

Pro Tip: Gold isn’t just pretty—it’s a clue. “Brown Red Gold” isn’t 1 ohm… it’s 100 ohm! The fox says, “Secrets are meant to be learned, not guessed.”

3. Why the Fox (and Engineers) Choose It

100 ohm resistors aren’t flashy. They’re the kind of friend who fixes your code, then fades into the background. Here’s why:

LED Protection: Limits current to 20mA at 5V (the “sweet spot” for LEDs—no fried petals).

USB Signal Termination: Matches impedance for noise-free data (no more “snowy screens” in your videos).

Pull-Up Resistors: Balances logic in I2C buses (no phantom button presses—no more “ghosts” in your circuits).

Roast Battle: 1k ohm resistor (sniffing): “I’m precise for sensors!” 100 ohm (calm, like the fox): “I’m in your iPhone 15. You’re in a 1995 TV remote. Bye.”

4. RLC Circuits: Taming the Storm

In RLC circuits (like radio tuners), the 100 ohm resistor is a storm-tamer. It controls the damping ratio (ζ = R/(2√(L/C)))—a fancy way to say, “I keep things from going wild.”

ζ < 1 (100 ohm): Oscillations stay crisp (like a well-tended rose). Real-world: Tesla coil controllers use 100 ohm to tame lightning! ⚡

ζ > 1 (1k ohm): Overdamped—missed frequencies (like a desert without an oasis).

“Why not bigger?” I asked. “Big things break,” it said. “Tiny things fit. In LED circuits. In Mars rovers. In pacemakers.”

5. Identifying Your Little Prince: A Guide

Want to spot a 100 ohm resistor? It’s like taming a fox—gentle, patient, and rewarding.

Step 1: Visual Check

Color Code: Brown-Red-Gold-Gold (4-band) or Brown-Red-Black-Gold-Brown (5-band).

SMD Codes: “101” (100 ohm) or “01A” (E96 code). “Look for the rainbow, like the fox looks for footprints.”

Step 2: Multimeter Test

Set to 200 ohm range. Probes on legs. 98-102 ohm = valid. “If it reads ‘1,’ check the solder—blame the breadboard, not the resistor.”

Step 3: Circuit Validation

LED test: 5V + 100 ohm + LED = ~15mA (a safe, steady glow). “Like a rose in the desert—just right.”

6. DIY Resistors: Apocalypse Edition

If you’re stranded (like the Pilot in the desert), 100 ohm resistors can be born from unlikely things:

Pencil & Paper: Draw a 1.5cm line with a #2 pencil. ≈100 ohm/cm. “Not for pacemakers, but handy for a desert emergency.”

Series/Parallel Math: 2×200 ohm parallel = 100 ohm. 10×1k ohm parallel = 100 ohm (precision!). “Even the fox uses math when lost.”

7. Global Giants & the 100 Ohm Army

100 ohm resistors march with the big names:

Vishay (US): CRCW Series, $0.009/unit (±1%). “Tough as the desert’s cacti.”

ROHM (JP): MCR Series, $0.011/unit (±0.5%). “Precise as the fox’s footsteps.”

UniOhm (CN): 0805 SMD, $0.005/unit (±5%). “Everywhere, like sand in the wind.”

Industry Shift: 60% of smartphones now use laser-trimmed 100 ohm resistors (Teardown.com 2025). “Even stars need precision.”

8. Extreme Adventures: From Hearts to Mars

100 ohm resistors don’t just live in garages—they’re explorers:

Pacemakers: ROHM’s 100 ohm controls micro-currents (error <0.1μA). “Guarding hearts, like the rose guards its thorns.”

James Webb Telescope: Signal terminators for alien-hunting cameras. “Watching stars, like the Little Prince watches B612.”

Tesla Cybertruck: 200+ 100 ohm resistors in battery management (survives -40°C). “Tough as the desert’s night.”

The Future: A Star That Never Fades

What’s next for our little prince?

Quantum Tech: Stabilizes qubits in quantum CPUs. “Even magic needs a steady hand.”

Neural Implants: Manages brain-machine signals (DARPA project). “Bridging minds, like the fox bridges worlds.”

Self-Healing Resistors: Nano-carbon variants repair overloads (Samsung patent). “Roses heal, and so do we.”

The Secret of the Little Resistor

100 ohm resistors aren’t flashy. They don’t need a name in lights or a viral meme. They’re the reason your LED glows, your USB works, and a Mars rover sends back photos.

“What makes you special?” I asked, as I left. It didn’t answer. It just sat there, quiet as the desert, as the stars, as time itself.

And I realized—some keepers don’t need to be big. They just need to shine.

Written by a wanderer who once fried a 100 ohm resistor trying to build a sunflower clock. (Spoiler: It worked. Eventually.)

🌵 You become responsible, forever, for the resistors you once overlooked.

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In case anyone's interested in understanding that math thing I posted yesterday, what I posted was something called the Pumping Lemma for Regular Languages.

A lemma is a minor theorem which has no real use outside its ability to be used for other proofs.

If you have a Regular Language, the Pumping Lemma is true by definition, and it cannot be used to prove a language is Regular. BUT, if you prove the Pumping Lemma cannot apply to a Language, you can use that to prove the Language is NOT Regular.

Read more for the journey about all this

Automata

Don't worry. This is not as complex as it sounds. An automata has a number of states that it operates in and a set of rules revolving around how it transitions between states.

Consider a calculator. You press certain buttons on it and it will display an output depending on the sequence you pressed. If you press '0 1 =', the calculator prints '1'. If you press '1 7 + 4 =', the calculator prints '21'. But if you press '1 / 0 =', the calculator throws an error. And if you press '1 + =', that also throws an error.

On the underside of the calculator, there's a set of logic responsible for processing your input. It contains a finite number of states that represent what inputs the calculator has read, a set of rules about how to transition between states, and maybe some other components depending on the machine. But not every sequence of input is recognized by the calculator.

In general, the set of all input sequences a machine recognizes is called its Language. And the set of all inputs it can process is called its Alphabet.

Regular Languages

Regular Languages are a particular type of Language. They are Languages that can be recognized by a specific automata called a Deterministic Finite Automata (DFA).

DFAs have five components to them:

A FINITE number of states

The Alphabet of the automata

The transition rules of the automata

The Start State

The Final States

The transition rules work as follows: If there is a rule that says something like (A, x) -> B, that means if we are currently on State A and read input x, we now transition to state B.

The Start State is one specific state in the DFA which we always start at. The Final States are a subset of the DFA's states where if any of them are the active state after reading the final input, the DFA accepts the input as part of the language.

So the way the DFA runs is you initially start in the Start State. Then for each input, you jump to another state based on the transition rules. You keep doing this until all the inputs are read. If the last state you're in is one of the Final States, then the input is accepted as part of the Language. Otherwise, it is rejected.

Here's a DFA which recognizes any sequence of 0's and 1's where the last two characters are '01'.

Each circle is a state in the machine.

q1 has a singular unlabeled arrow pointing to q1 indicating that is the start state. q3 is the Final State, indicated by the double circle.

Each labeled arrow represents a transition rule. For example, if we are in q1 and read a '0', we go to q2.

Some sequences that will be accepted are '101', '01', and '001101'. Some inputs sequences that will not be accepted are '1', '010', and '011'.

Pumping Lemma for Regular Languages

Consider the sequence '001101' for the earlier Language. Notice how there are more characters in the sequence than there are States in the DFA. That is because the DFA has a loop in it. You can go from q1 to q2 to q3 and back to q1. You can repeat a looping sequence as many times as you want and you'll still have a sequence in the language.

Here's the more technical definition for Pumping Lemma:

If you have a regular language L, there's a certain value P, called the Pumping length. If there is a string s which is in L whose length is greater than or equal to P, then you can apply the Pumping Lemma to it.

In that case, s can be broken down into three strings xyz. x is whatever comes before the part that loops, y is the first iteration of the looping part. z is everything after the loop.

The total length of xy is less than or equal to P. Meanwhile, the length of y is greater than 0.

After defining x, y, and z; you can then insert or remove y as many times as you want from your string, and you still have something that is accepted by the DFA.

So as an example, lets go back to '001101'. Let's say P=2 (because '01' is the smallest string we can create with the above DFA). 001101 is 6 characters long so we can pump it. And we can define x='0', y='0', z='1101'. This fits the requirement of xy's length being less than or equal to P, and y's length being greater than 0.

xz = '01101' which will be accepted.

xyyz = '0001101' which will be accepted

xyyyz = '00001101' which will be accepted

Using the Pumping Lemma

The Pumping Lemma cannot prove a language is regular because it's a characteristic of a Regular Language. BUT, you can prove a language is NOT regular by showing the Pumping Lemma doesn't work.

Let's consider a Language L that accepts any sequence of 0's and 1's where the number of 0's is the same as the number of 1's. So '01', '0110', and '001101001011' are in the language.

This language is not regular. We can prove it's not regular by showing a scenario where the Pumping Lemma will never work.

If the Pumping Lemma were true, we could choose P, then choose an xyz for any pumpable string in L.

Since we're trying to disprove the Pumping Lemma, things are inverted. We instead choose a string that will always be pumpable regardless of P. And we choose how many times we pump y which will generate a string that is NOT in the language.

So now let's show that the above language is not regular. We cannot choose our pumping length. But we can choose a string in L. We'll choose s = '0^P1^P'. This string is P '0''s followed by P '1''s. So if P=1, s = '01'; if P=2, s='0011' etc.

We cannot define how we split s into x, y, and z. But we can define roughly what they could be by the definitions in the Pumping Lemma. The length of xy is less than or equal to P, so that means xy is at most the P '0''s in s. And the length of y is greater than 0. Combining both rules means y is at least one of the '0''s in the first half and y is NOT ever going to be any of the '1''s. To simplify some things, we'll say y = '0^n' where n is any number from 1 to P.

Now consider if we pump y twice to make xyyz. xyyz = '0^(P+n)1^P'. xyyz is NOT in our language because we have a string which has more 0's than 1's. But if L was regular, xyyz should be in L. Since that's not the case, this means L cannot be a regular language.

Conclusion

So hopefully, you have a rough idea of how this worked. One of the utilities of this concept is determining the minimal amount of complexity needed to perform a certain task.

Regular Languages and their accompanying DFAs are amongst the simplest Languages and automata. They have no memory, cannot recall anything they've processed previously, and have no idea about what will happen in the future.

They only know exactly where they are in the moment and what they can do immediately from there. When a DFA is in a particular state, it does not know how it got there. It knows what states it can immediately go to, but it has no idea where it can go after.

So if you're trying to build a particular automata and you think it's simple enough to build with a DFA, you need to run it by this proof. If the Pumping Lemma can break, then your automata needs a more complex structure.

[alexesguerra]

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