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aceyalonso · 3 months ago

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sera's tracks - 1k celebration

AHHHHHH 1K!!!! thank you so much, i honestly can't believe that I've reached a milestone like this because this blog started out as a joke (I wanted to see how long it would take my friends to find my blog), but here we are 🥹 I am so grateful for every single one of you 💗

similar to my 500 followers event (i swear i'll actually do this one!!), I'll give a list of songs and you guys can request.

These songs are some of my personal faves so there will be a good mix of genres for requests! there's a total of 10 songs + lyrics that you can use as a guide for what the fic/story will be (2 are songs I already have planned, the rest are up for grabs)

a/n: to my wonderful moots who i absolutely love and feel like i’ve known my entire life, @nepobbylver @iamred-iamyellow @cleopatrick-123 @emchante, i just want to say i love you guys!!!! mwah mwah mwah (I love my other moots too I swear, I just haven't had the opportunity to interact with them 😖)

how can i request? send an ask, pairing a driver with the available songs!

↳ example: “hi! can i request [driver] + [song]? also can it be [choose from smut, angst, fluff, or a combination of any of the 2]?”

can i be added to the taglist? of course, just fill out the form below :)

↳ click me!

guide!

smut - [s] fluff - [f] angst -[a]

fics i have planned!

piano man - billy joel [f] - charles leclerc x fem!reader

butterflies - denise julia [f, s] - lando norris x fem!reader

open for requests!

guilty as sin? - taylor swift [read here] taken - oscar piastri x fem!reader - [a, s]

i keep recalling things we never did, messy top lip kiss, how i long for our trysts

these fatal fantasies giving way to labored breath, taking all of me, we’ve already done it in my head

without ever touching his skin, how can i be guilty as sin?

be with you - the ridleys taken - fernando alonso x fem!reader - [a, f, s]

someday i’ll make a home with you, it may be big, it may be small

but if the dreams don’t happen right away, that’s okay, i just wanna be with you every single day, for the rest of our lives

I'm gonna work on my temper, while you learn to speak your mind some more, i'll be more of a shelter and less of a storm

best friends brother - victoria justice [read here] taken - daniel ricciardo x fem!reader - [s]

i don’t know what i’m thinking, but is it wrong if i see him this weekend?

i kinda think that i might be his type, 'cause when you're not around, he's not acting too shy

i really hope i can get him alone, i just don’t want her to know

bags - clairo taken - ollie bearman x fem!reader - [f]

can you see me usin’ everythin’ to hold back?

i’m not the type to run, i know that we’re havin’ fun, but what’s the rush? kiss and then my cheeks are so flushed

can you see me? i’m waitin’ for the right time, i can’t read you, but if you want, the pleasure’s all mine

mad - ne-yo taken - franco colapinto x fem!reader - [a, s, f]

so both of us are mad for nothing, fighting for nothing

but baby, can we make up now? cause i can’t sleep through the pain

we can fuss, we can fight, long as everything’s all right between us before we go to sleep, baby we’re gonna be happy

superman - taylor swift taken - max verstappen x fem!reader - [a, f]

he’s got his mother’s eyes, his father’s ambition. i wonder if he know how much that i miss him

i watch superman fly away, you got a busy day today, go save the world, i’ll be around

something in his deep brown eyes has me saying “he’s not all bad like his reputation”

if ever you’re in my arms again - peabo bryson taken - charles leclerc x fem!reader - [a, f]

now, i’m seeing clearly how i still need you near me, i still love you so

the best of romances, deserve second chances, i'll get to you some, 'cause i promise now, if ever you're in my arms again, this time i'll you much better

it all came so easy, the lovin' you gave me, the feelings we shared, and I can still remember how your touch was so tender

guy.exe - superfruit taken - lance stroll x fem!reader - [s]

where all the boys at with financial security? a doctor, a model, a man of possibilities

oh, he’d pick me up at eight, and not a minute late, ��cause i don’t like to wait, no

i need a man who don’t get jealous ��less i want him to, a gentleman to take care of me in the bedroom

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canmom · 7 months ago

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Hello! I absolutely love your blog, everything from your festival recounts to animation analysis and programming (one of tumblr's recommended posts was the one where you made your own rasteriser, and I liked your attitude in what I've read so much that I'm gonna attempt to conquer my 3-year-long grudge against using opengl during college and do something similar now that I'm a bit older and have no deadlines :D).

But anyway, I have 2 questions (sorry if there's easily accessible answers, tumblr search is not helping): 1. During your animation nights, does the screen stay black while everyone watches their own video while you provide commentary? I haven't caught any yet but maybe someday! And 2. do you have any youtube channels or just one-off video essays that you like that also cover animation/directors? Or, even programming lol.

Sorry for the long ask have a nice day!

hiii! i'm very touched that you like my dorky eclectic blog <3

For the Animation Nights, I just stream the video over Twitch from local sources on my computer, typically by playing the video in mpv and recording it in OBS. This is obviously not ideal from a video quality perspective, but it's the easiest way to watch video in sync without making everyone download files in advance. Then we all chat in the Twitch chat box (in large part to crack stupid jokes, it's not that highbrow lmao). I've gotten away with it so far!

As for youtube channels, I can recommend...

anime production/history (i.e. sakuga fandom)

SteveM is likely the most sakuga-fan affiliated anituber. He makes long, well-researched and in-depth videos on anime history, usually themed around a particular director or studio.

Pyramid Inu might be my fave anituber - very thoughtful analysis of Gundam, obscure mecha anime and oldschool BL and similar topics. tremendously soothing voice too.

The Canipa Effect does excellent deep dives into the production of specific shows, both western and anime. I appreciate the respect he gives to the Korean animators of shows like AtlA in particular!

Sean Bires's 2013 presentation on sakuga is pretty foundational to this whole subcultural niche, and a great place to get an introduction to the major animator names to know and significant points in the history of anime. unfortunately a couple of the segments got slapped down by copyright but the rest holds up!

animation theory (for animators and aspirants)

I'm going to focus here on resources that are relevant to animation in general, and 2D animation. if I was going to list every Blender channel we'd be here all week :p

New Frame Plus is one of the best channels out there for game animation, describing in tightly edited videos how animation principles work in a game context and analysing the animation of various games. highly recommend

Videogame Animation Study is similar, examining the animation of specific games in detail

the 'twelve principles of animation' (defined by Disney's Ollie Johnston and Frank Thomas) remain the standard approach to animation pedagogy; there are various videos on them, but Alan Becker (of Animator vs Animation) has quite a popular series. I haven't actually watched these but many people swear by them! Dermot O'Connor expands the list to 21. Note that some of the terminology can be a little inconsistent between different animators - c.f. 'secondary motion'...

Dong Chang is an animator at Studio NUT, who produces a lot of fantastic, succinct videos on standard techniques in the anime industry, timesheet notations, etc. etc. Studio Bulldog, a small anime studio, are a good complement; they focus more on douga than genga and are generally a bit more traditional.

programming

big topic here, I'm going to focus on game dev and tech art since that's my field. but also some general compsci stuff that's neat

SimonDev - graphics programmer with a bunch of AAA experience, fantastic explanations of advanced optimisations and some of the more counterintuitive aspects of rendering

Acerola - graphics programmer who makes very detailed guides to a variety of effects with a very rapid and funny 'guy that has seen monogatari' editing style. When he's good, he's really good. His video on water is probably the best one I've seen (though I can recommend a couple of others).

TodePond - the most charming, musical videos about recursion and cellular automata you've ever seen. less programming tutorial and more art in themselves.

Ben Eater - known for his breadboard computer series, a fantastic demonstration of how to go from logic gates up to the 6502 with actual hardware. worth watching just for how clean he puts the wires on his breadboards like goddamn man

Sebastian Lague, Useless Game Dev - both do 'coding adventure' style videos where they spend a few weeks on some project and then document it on Youtube, resulting in a huge library of videos about all sorts of fascinating techniques. great to dive into

Freya Holmér - creator of the 'shapes' library, makes videos on mathematical programming, with gorgeously animated vector graphics. Her video on splines is a particular treat.

There are definitely many more channels I can recommend on these subjects, but I'll need to dig into my history a bit - unfortunately I need to rush out right now, but hopefully that should be good to be getting going with!

#animation #programming #computer graphics #anime #3dcg

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inkwolvesandcoffee · 1 year ago

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Breakfast in Margate (Alfie Solomons x Reader)

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Modern AU

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x Fem!Reader

Word count: 3.2K

Warnings: A grumpy Papa Solomons (yes, that is a warning) and a whole lot of tooth-rotting domestic fluff

Summary:

Mornings aren’t always easy. For example, it’s terribly difficult to not be caught making breakfast for your fiancé, a workaholic who always takes the task upon himself.

However, what makes it harder today is the fact he loathes food made with recipes found online. Fortunately for you, though, Alfie isn’t the only one who’s good at playing games when he wants to push his own agenda.

Especially those that concern a sweet reward.

Author’s note: I've kept Alfie's adherence to his Jewish heritage quite loose. Nevertheless, I hope that the aspects I did incorporate in this work have been done so properly. If not, let me know and please don't hesitate to educate me (in a polite and respectful manner) because I love learning about different cultures and religions.

Tag List: @potter-solomons @zablife @wandawiccan60 @dreamlandcreations @liliac-dreamer @buttercupsandboys @vir-tual @rose-like-the-phoenix @hoodeddreams13 @mollybegger-blog @solomons-finest-rum @hecatemoon87 @babaohhhriley

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Mornings like this are rare, these quiet moments unbroken by the usual ruckus in the kitchen. Now, it’s solely my bare feet on the wooden floor and the waves crashing onto the shore. No clanging of metal, no muttered curses in Yiddish or Russian, nor the scent of freshly brewed coffee.

In the living room, Cyril lays in front of the hearth. The first rays of sunshine fall over him like a warm natural blanket, highlighting the ginger undertone in his fur. One of the many features he shares with his owner.

As soon as I pass by, he lifts his head, tilts it in wonder, and lets out a low bark. After all, it’s Alfie who’s more often than not the first one to wander around the house at the crack of dawn. That is, if he’s slept at all. However, recently he’s started properly adhering to the Shabbat. Although, as much as he allows himself to because if Alfie Solomons is one thing, it’s mighty stubborn. Moreover, he’s an incurable workaholic. As hard as he works at The Old Rum House Bakery to let the business flourish and maintain his position as the fearsome Mad Baker of Camden, just as much effort does he put into our relationship. In fact, it’s not only towards Cyril and I his attention goes, but also to the house.

Our home.

Alfie has become a lot more domestic since we started dating, shortly after meeting one another on a train to London. Disregarding his tendency to walk around naked, he cooks and cleans, assuring me time and again I don’t have to help. When we go out for our weekly grocery trip, no matter how tired he is, he carries the bags to the car so that I don’t have to. Neither do I have to put away what we got, more often than not shipped off to the luxurious red sofa in the living room with a cup of coffee or tea to pair with whatever he’s baked at night.

Nevertheless, regardless of the otherwise very loose relationship with his heritage, Ollie and I are glad he’s at least taking a day off in the week to rest up. The bakery has recently started taking its toll thanks to an influx in customers, which means extra stock as well as staff is needed. In turn, this means more part-timers to train and more admin work. In other words, everyone has to pick up the pace to meet the current demand. Such is the power of marketing, especially on social media. Alfie is loath to admit it, but Ollie and I can tell he’s secretly grateful we managed to convince him to let us handle the bakery’s socials.

We don’t get cinnamon buns on Monday anymore, though.

I stop in my tracks, turn to Cyril, and put a finger to my lips. “I know, love, but Papa is still sleeping. It’s finally Mama’s turn to make breakfast again.”

Seldom do I get the chance to experiment in the kitchen, let alone try a recipe I’ve found online. Or worse, via Youtube or Instagram. Now, that’s usually enough to make Alfie bristle. Nevertheless, mention the word ‘viral’ and a scowl will twist his lips.

Sometimes I wonder whether or not Alfie and Cyril are the same person because he lowers his head onto his paws and lets out a deep sigh that sounds like sarcastic resignation.

Thanks for the faith, buddy.

“It’s gonna be okay. No fire in the pan this time, I promise. How about we go stretch our legs after brekkie, hm? That sound good?”

Cyril huffs in agreement and closes his eyes, back to enjoying his luxurious pillow.

We bought it for him when we went antique shop hopping in London last week. Although, perhaps it’s better to say I bought it after convincing my grumpy companion we should occasionally pamper our adopted four-legged child and I couldn’t fix his old pillow anymore. Of course I could, but I was more than done with constantly needing to fix the seams and re-stuff the thing.

Borough Market has become a regular stop on our weekly grocery trip, mostly because I used the splendidly efficient strategy of batting my lashes and pouting. Artisan goods and fresh produce can be luxuries, something to only occasionally splurge on. After all, why spend a fortune when there is a cheaper alternative that’s just as good?

Nonetheless, Alfie developed a taste for supporting local businesses soon after our first visit. To some he has proposed contracts, offering them a position as a supplier to his bakery. Granted their goods are kosher, of course.

Yesterday, we got some wonderful fresh bright yellow bananas, eggs from a local farm, and oat flour from a mill a little ways away from London. Alfie thought little of it when I plonked them triumphantly in our grocery bag, having occupied himself with the fresh stock one of the florists was setting out. I glance at the colourful bouquet of wildflowers on the table and for a moment I’m back to him holding out to me, face full of the warm tenderness that stands in stark contrast to the stern and unpredictable persona he portrays when I’m not there.

Right then and there, he wasn’t The Mad Baker of Camden, the fearsome King who rules the borough.

He was a sweet and caring gentleman.

Simply Alfie Solomons.

Nevertheless, in spite of these small moments of tenderness, he can still be awfully grumpy.

Especially if he hasn’t had his coffee.

“Mornin’, dove.” Two big warm hands glide over my hips towards my lower stomach. Those very same palms pull me flush against a naked chest grown soft with neglected muscle, slightly clammy with the remainder of last night’s late summer heat. Alfie presses his lips to the side of my neck and hums, tightening the embrace as he does so. The sonorous trill in his voice sends a shiver down my spine and rekindles a familiar heat. Nonetheless, the way he leans on me betrays he isn’t entirely awake yet. The slight slur in his words serve to confirm the lingering drowsiness, sounding like they’ve been pulled out of bed only moments before too. “That shirt looks good on you.”

“I’m glad you think so because you’re not getting it back any time soon.” I briefly stop mixing the batter to scratch his beard. He closes his eyes and leans into the touch as a content sigh escapes him. “You slept in.”

“Still woke up to an empty spot, though. If you want me to sleep more, yeah, which you know I find a terrible waste of time, I’ll need my wife to ‘old.”

I pat his hands to placate him. The thin gold band inlaid with a modest diamond around my ring finger matches his. I had thought Alfie would pick something elaborate for himself, but instead he chose a simple thick gold ring and got it engraved. It says: Ani l’dodi, v’dodi li; I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine. “Don’t get hasty. We aren’t married yet.”

“Let’s just go to the courthouse today.’’ He slips his hands beneath the fabric of the shirt I stole from him, letting them rest on my stomach after a brief caress. It’s a gesture he often makes nowadays. ‘‘Sign the paper, right, and be done with it so the desk eaters are ‘appy. We can always celebrate it later. Throw a party as big as the whole of bloody Camden, like a proper coronation ceremony to celebrate our union.”

“Tempting as it is, I’ll have to refuse. Besides, it's Shabbat today and you need to take a break. I promise I can wait a little while longer to officially become Mrs Solomons.”

“You ‘ave been from the start, Y/N. I don’t need a ring to call you my wife. ‘Sides, you well know ‘ow I am. Which reminds me, breakfast is my job, innit?” A wary tone creeps into his voice as he leans away to check what’s in the mixing bowl. “Is that edible?”

“It will be,” I say, continuing to mix the ingredients until they’re well combined.

“I’m not eatin’ that goo. Looks fucking awful, that stuff.”

“It’s healthy goo! Uses the bananas, eggs, and flour we got yesterday.”

Nose scrunched, Alfie peers at me. “Oh, so yesterday was all a little scam to get me to eat whatever this is?”

“You aren’t the only one who can lie. Although, it’s not really a lie, is it? More like a half-truth.’’ I shrug. ‘‘I simply never told you my plan. Would ruin the surprise.”

“Which is?”

“Baked oats that taste like cake. They just haven’t been baked yet.”

“Where’d you get the recipe?”

“YouTube…”

He groans, wide awake now that the conversation has taken a turn towards a point of absolute irritation. “Fucking ‘ell, dove, ‘ow many times ‘aven’t I told you not every recipe on social media-’’

“Don’t judge before you’ve tried it.” I put the spatula down, turn around in his embrace and steal a kiss off of his lips. “Said so yourself, didn’t you?”

“Don’t use my words against me.”

“Oh, I will. If only to keep things fair. Have a little faith in me. It’ll be fine.”

I hope.

A warning finger raised and pointed at me, he leans in until our faces are mere inches apart. “Fine. But I’m gonna make us coffee, right, so we’ll at least ‘ave something to get us fucking started.”

I can’t suppress a chuckle at the grumpy gesture. “Sure.”

The threat turns into tenderness when he cups my cheek. His palm has grown rough with the hours spent at the bakery, proof of his hard work. Tenderly, he presses his lips to mine. “Ikh hab dir lib.”

“I know.” To show I accept his usual indirect apology for his bad mood and avoid coming across as being cross with me, I run my fingers along his jaw. “I love you too.”

Resting his forehead against mine, he nudges my nose with his. “Mhm.”

“Why don’t you take Cyril for a brief walk, eh? The oats have to bake for twenty-five minutes anyway.”

“We can take ��im on a walk later together. I’ll go set the table.”

“First put on a pair of knickers.”

“No.”

“You know the rules, Alfie. No buns on the chairs during summer.”

“I ain’t sweating.”

“Not yet.”

“Maybe you’re the one who isn’t.”

I cock an eyebrow, fighting the smug smirk threatening to break out. “That so?”

“Yeah,” he drawls, “first we’ll ‘ave coffee, right, ‘cause otherwise neither of us functions. Now, ‘ow about after we’ve started the day proper I’ll fuck you like last night, hm?”

Until I black out.

The prospect of it mixes with memories of last night. Sea blue eyes, usually so steady and full of hidden temperaments, barely able to refrain from going cross-eyed. The fight with the stutter in his hips, gradually growing closer to the edge of pleasure but also exhaustion. Big hands reminiscent of wolf paws gripping the headboard for support while I was already lost in a satisfied delirium. The absent-minded glance to the bruises on my thighs adds to the steadily growing heat between my legs, perversely longing for more.

For him.

Nevertheless, the haze clears in an instant with a single sharp thought. I take a step back, crossing my arms as I search his expression for confirmation. However, as usually is the case, Alfie keeps his true motifs to himself. And this time, behind a mask he tends to put on when he wants something from me in particular. “So you can make breakfast. That’s what you’re getting at, aren’t you?”

“No,” he purrs, stealing a kiss as soon as he has bridged the distance between us, “not at all, dove. I just want my wife. I wanna make love to you.” We softly start to sway, slowly making our way out of the kitchen. “Let me make love to you.”

We come to a halt on the threshold. “Later. After you put on a pair of knickers and we’ve eaten.”

He blinks, the cheeky smile grown stiff. I can feel his muscles tense, unconsciously causing him to grip me a bit tighter than before. “But-’’

“Knickers, Alfie.”

“One round.”

“Alfred Solomons Jr, knickers. Right now.”

The use of his full name provokes a menacing snarl, the kind which is usually preserved for those who cross him. “Those oats better be fucking worth it, yeah, ‘cause otherwise you’re payin’ for lunch.”

I trace his cock, the skin hot and hardening beneath my fingertips with every sharp intake of breath. Perhaps this game won’t go on for as long as it usually does before he loses control. “Somehow I don’t think I will.”

He roughly grips my face, the thrill of every low-voiced word against my lips travelling throughout my body. “I ought to do somethin’ ‘bout that attitude of yours. Big fucks small, Y/N, always.”

Game over.

Except for the one card I have left to play.

“I know,” I wrap my hand around him, barely able to grip him properly, “but first some knickers. Please, Papa?”

“Clever bird, ain’t ya?” He growls into the kiss when I lightly squeeze him and let go. “Maybe I should carry out my own personal form of stigmata later. Add to those pretty bruises.”

Like snow in the spring sun, his attitude melts and changes. Alfie gently nudges my cheek and makes for the bedroom. A few moments later, he returns and starts setting the table while I pour the batter in the ramekins and plop them in the oven.

Despite the promise to make coffee, I reach for the cupboard to grab a mug. After all, old habits die hard.

Nevertheless, I find myself cut off by a hand that gently lowers mine, away from the handle.

“I said I’ll make us coffee,” Alfie grumbles. “Let Papa Solomons do ‘is job, yeah. Go sit in the livin’ room. I’ll be there shortly.”

I nod at the baking aftermath in the sink. “I got some washing up to do.”

“Nah, that can wait. Coffee and, ‘opefully, food first.” He places his hands on my shoulders and kindly coerces me out of the kitchen. “Go on.”

I let him guide me, feigning defiance by pouting. Yet, the act quickly falls apart with a lighthearted giggle. I suppose I still have a lot to learn from him concerning the art of masks. “Alright.”

Soon after he joins me on the porch, where I’ve settled down with Cyril to enjoy the salt air. The beach across the street is still empty, devoid of the plethora of towels. The breeze is silent, not yet filled with the chatter of tourists and locals alike.

These hours are ours.

This is our Margate.

“'Ere you go, love.” Alfie hands me a steaming mug of cappuccino with an extra shot of espresso, the milk soft and foamy, before he sits down next to me. I rest my head on his shoulder and close my eyes as I take a sip. “Nice, innit?”

“Mhm.”

Thus we sit in comfortable silence, enjoying the view and each other’s company. Cyril has started to doze off, although he tries in vain to keep his eyes open. One glance to the side tells of Alfie fighting the same battle. Occasionally he pulls a face or lifts his hand to stifle a yawn. It’s strangely funny to watch him continue to take a sip afterwards, a small gesture of hope. Surely he should be readily awake before his cup is empty.

Because sleeping isn’t an option.

He’s tired of the nightmares.

The faint sound of the oven going off disturbs the domestic bliss.

Alfie groans as struggles to get up, glad to have my arm to use as support while he pulls himself to his feet. I say nothing, knowing full well how his sciatica influences his mood.

And it’s already rotten enough in the morning.

As Alfie washes his hands, I get the baked oats out of the oven and place them on the plates. Meanwhile, Alfie warms up a few slices of babka and the challah bread we made together yesterday. “Just so we ‘ave somethin’.”

He sits down while I wash my hands. From the corner of my eye, I see him poke the oats with his fork. “It’s kosher?”

“It is,” I say, drying my hands before I sit down across from him. “Shall I go first?”

“Very funny.” He scoops a bit of the oats onto his fork and puts it in his mouth. His brows knit together, contemplating the taste.

“And? Do you like it?”

Remaining silent and gaze fixed on the ramekin, he pokes his oats again.

I swallow hard, my excitement crushed under the stones of dread. A nagging voice in the back of my head feeds into the fear of his judgement. Funny how one connects their self worth to food. Then again, it was that which started our relationship. A cup of coffee, a slice of babka, and a slice of plant-based carrot cake. Back then, though, my stomach didn’t quiver this badly nor did my ribs feel like they were caged in a very tight-strung corset. “You don’t.”

“Dove,” he begins, but doesn’t continue.

Not until after he’s had another bite. “It’s good.”

“I can’t tell if you’re being serious or simply trying to appease me.”

“I’m serious.”

“You are?”

“I am,’’ he says, raising his voice ever so slightly in spite of the effort to keep it even. Alfie finally meets my gaze and I can tell he’s being sincere regardless of the way he accusingly waves his fork at me. ‘‘But I still don’t like 'ow you got this off of the internet. ‘Ow many times ‘aven’t I told you, hm? You should know better by now.”

I chuckle as I at last taste the baked oats myself. They’re chocolatey with a subtle banana undertone, which is warmed by the cinnamon. “I gotta find new recipes somehow.”

“There are cookbooks.”

“Too limited and they take up too much space.” While nibbling on a piece of challah bread, I take a sip of coffee. “Can I make this more often?”

“It does taste like cake,” he reluctantly admits, spooning up another bite. “Yes, you can.”

“Why do you make it sound like there’s a condition?”

“You can make these oats, yeah, if I get to serve you something sweet in return.”

Something not to be had in the kitchen.

‘‘Deal,’’ I lean in, biting my lip as I play my final card, ‘‘Papa.’’

Alfie clenches his fork upon hearing his favourite nickname, the title he is secretly proud of. A dark haze clouds his eyes, the gloss in them highlighted by the morning sun. The smirk on his lips has evened out, his jaw tightened with the effort to practise self-restraint.

Game over.

I won.

And the prize is something sweet with lots of cream.

#alfie solomons #alfie solomons imagine #peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine #alfie solomons x reader

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safety-writes-noms · 1 year ago

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NSFW BLOGS DNI THIS IS COMPLETELY PLATONIC AND SFW

Lazy messy doodles bc that’s all I can do for now 😭. Two new ocs THEYRE BROTHERS SO COMPLETELY PLATONIC!! Not at all shipping! Little brother’s name is Oliver/ollie and big brother’s name is Callisto. Also getting nommed for the first time without warning is really scary

Was in an angsty mood today so yeah. Like I was thinking: wouldn’t it be utterly terrifying if the person you relied upon and trusted the most in the entire world just up and (seemingly) betrayed you? Like in the moments that you don’t know what’s happening, you feel completely hopeless, and sick to your stomach. And you’re so so confused like, “why would they even do that? I thought we were best friends,” basically Oliver

And then on the other side Callisto’s panicking, because he just reacted on instinct, he didn’t mean to reveal that he’s a shape shifter, he just had the thought of ‘I need to get my baby brother somewhere safe’ and now he’s sealed away, all comfy and cozy inside his belly. His instincts are satisfied, knowing that Oliver’s secure, he’s in a good place, and he knows exactly where his baby brother is, can feel every shift and movement. The other part of his brain that has been raised and nurtured by human hand and ideals is shrieking its head off in horror.

he can barely even think straight with his instincts burning like wildfire through his mind and has to wait it out so that they’ll subside and he can feel Oliver getting progressively more tired out and anxious the longer he’s tucked away and it!s making him panic in turn and overall it’s just not good. Because it feels like when Oliver is scared or hurting, especially because of him; it’s like daggers, straight to the ribs bc he loves his baby brother more than anything else in the world. But still terrifying. Not the best introduction to noms so far.

#sfw vore #extreme cuddling #Callisto and Oliver #nonsexual vore

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your-gay-emo-cousin · 7 months ago

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About Me!

(hey there! Go follow my rp acc @gay-emo-child-of-pluto)

(hi there pjo rp accs! If I followed you here, hi! This is my main. I suggest you go follow my rp acc listed above:D)

Hi! I'm new to Tumblr so I thought I'd make a little intro post :)

My name is Mars or Ollie, I am not gonna say my age but I'm still in my teens so don't be weird you weird weirdos. My pronouns are they/them, im non-binary (probably) and I'm lesbian and ace. Sadly I’m single. I love books, Greek mythology, musical theater, music in general, but specifically white men who can’t sing (Midwest emo) art, and a bunch more. I have ADHD and possibly other things I'm not sure. I have a few current hyperfixations including: Hamilton, EPIC: the Musical, Cavetown, Fall Out Boy also basic Greek mythology, and that's it as of now. I have had Pity Party by Melanie Martinez stuck in my head for at least a week and I don’t even listen to her so what?

Some of my favorite people:

@letshearit4americas-suitehearts my literal best friend irl I love them as much as I love mcr

@your-everyday-theatre-kid we don't talk much lately but they're like my first tumblr friend

@alexisnotstraight I don't interact with him much either but he's so cool ahhh

@klondyke-the-bear she's amazing omg

@jadelemonadee literally so cool but I'm scared to talk to her

Now I'm gonna talk about my blog for a bit lol. I started on July 11, 2024 btw so it's brand new as of now.

This blog is gonna be a bunch of random posts, whenever I think of something post worthy. This blog is basically a brain dump for me lol. I might post about lighthearted stuff like musicals, but I might post about way heavier stuff like feminism and stuff. Just depends what I'm thinking. Sometimes I'll post about my life.

Previouse URLs:

@lylasveryrandomacc

Alt accs:

@when-i-was-a-yung-boi (to hide from my friend I don't post tho)

@gay-emo-child-of-pluto (riordanverse oc)

@mostlyjustfanfiction (to post updates to my fics and stories)

I'm also mod sky on @teen-safe-space

This blog is a safe place for EVERYONE unless you are one of the following:

Homophobic

Transphobic

Aphobic

Sexist

Racist

Abelist

A jerk

Anything in that zone

all that aside, I love this hellsite, so welcome to my blog!

#about me post #new blog #lgbtqia #musicals #books #music

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ollieisoliveoil · 8 months ago

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Intro Post! (Please Read)

Hi! d00dlebeez here, this is my intro post ig? (I'm trying man)

Names to call me:

-Beez (yes)

-Ollie (yes)

-Olive (perfer Ollie but this is okie)

-Oliver (ye)

-Extra Virgin Olive Oil (PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE THIS IS FOR A BIT 😭)

Olive Oil (uhhh sure)

-Any random nickname (reserved for my partners and/or friends)

-Dumb ass, stupid, any other term like that (in a joking way ok?)

-Any Slurs (uhhhhhhhhhhh only if you know me and are doing it as a joke?)

-Legal/Dead Name (Fuck no)

Pronouns: he/they, Please use more masc pronouns if you want to refer to me

Birthday: November 30th

DNI List:

Basic things (Homophobia, Transphobia, Sexism, Racism, Pedophilia, just being weird or creepy or hateful or rude)

Nsfw (I'm a minor, if you are a nsfw account please don't follow or interact)

People who know me irl (doesn't count if we are friends)

💖🎀 If you don't follow these rules, I will block you 🎀💖

Time zone: CST

Interests (in no specific order):

Percy Jackson

Heroes of Olympus

Ride the Cyclone

Newsies

The Outsiders

Mouthwashing

Night at the Museum

Arcane

The Owl House

Amphibia

Tangled the Series

Varian and the 7 Kingdoms (yes I know it's not a real show, let me be delusional and give my nerdy alchemist son a boyfriend)

Epic the Musical

The Guy That Doesn't Like Musicals

Nerdy Prudes Must Die

Black Friday

Scott Pilgrim

Helluva Boss

Hazbin Hotel

random kids cartoons (mainly Bluey, don't judge me, it's good trust)

DnD

witchcraft

drawing

space

Relationship:

I am in a qpr with the lovely @frayna-of-the-hollow <3

Random Stuff ig?:

I tend to stutter irl when I'm nervous, so sorry abt that, I get really anxious at stuff, (when people are mad at me or something)

My hearing is SHIT, and I have a hard time understanding people speaking sometimes

dyslexic . . . that one explains itself

I tend to say I love you and be affectionate towards my friends (if that makes you uncomfortable, please tell me)

I personally use dude, man, bro, ext as gender neutral so if you have a problem with that please tell me

Also, I'm cabin 7 yall, my dads the freaking sun Broski's 😎 😎 😎 😎 😎 ☀☀☀☀☀ 🧡 🧡 🧡 🧡 🧡 (according to the official test)

Also, there will be swearing on my blog

And, ya boys got autism and probably adhd

user tags :3 (also, I didn't make any of these)

(freddy fazbears made by @homobrainjuice)

My ao3 and wattpad accounts

(mostly crack-fics, might write more detailed stories idk)

Wattpad: d00dlebeez

ao3: Sunny_Apollo_Kid

Also, as I'm writing this my dog has sat on my computer at least 4 times

WILL BE UPDATING!

#intro post #pinned intro

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alpinelogy · 2 months ago

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Put "📓" or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I'll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven't written but daydream about.

Okay I have been recently reading the red stain of torment by my beloved @/weegreenbean and that fic is not really relevant to this beyond the fact that it too is about a championship charge in a Ferrari... sort of. The connection is loose and only makes sense to me but I've been thinking about this fic instead.

Anyway let me introduce you to end (a symphony). I briefly mentioned this a couple of days back but this ostensibly is about the 2027 championship but actually this is a Charles character study at heart. The good, the bad, and the others, told from Pierre's perspective. And yes, this is in fact my Piarles magnum opus (dont tell that to flamewall (fire) tho, it might get sad because that one is making me use all my braincells)

Anyway detailed and spoilery rambling under the cut. And also why do I wanna write it and why do I daydream about it regularly:

First of all I fully blame Sam for making me think of this concept all the way back in June, when somehow the topic of Charles and the media games he plays got brought up on their blog. We've stumbled on this topic a couple times since and every single time I've walked away from our conversation only wanting to write this more and more.

In my personal opinion, Charles plays the media game extremely well, he knows his good angles, both literally and metaphorically, he knows how he looks and therefore presents himself in his best light, he knows that he is the grids designated pretty boy who cannot do wrong and he will use that to his advantage when he really is just as evil as the rest of them. You sort of have to be to make it to F1, you can only be so nice, at some point you have to fight. And that's okay. That's why we watch sports at the end of the day. The love is not enough but what if this time it is or something.

With this in mind, picture this: it is the winter break after the 2026 season, Lewis just won his 8th with Ferrari in one of Ferrari's most dominant seasons ever and retired, Ollie gets promoted. It is sort of a universally acknowledged truth that maybe, towards the tail end of the season, Charles has been a little but more sedate. Next year will be his year, everyone knows, he can step back a little. Next years glory will be all his, tenfold whatever glory Lewis got despite Lewis being a living legend and breaking the championship record.

Ollie is first on the chopping block once the season begins, and then comes the rest of the grid, Charles will (metaphorically) kill them all if thats what he needs to get that championship. Its his tenth year in F1, its been 25 years since the 2002 season, he can and he will destroy everyone to appease the racing gods, wins the bloody championship in the most dominant way he can. Ferrari is a sleeping monster and he just woke it up. And he knows what he is doing, at least seemingly.

Enter Pierre. He (and Jack but hes not relevant... sorta. I implore yall to look who Jack's father was very close with. Dare I say if yaoi rpf existed 25 years ago in the scope it exists now, people would write yaoi of them) has been sort of vibing around in Alpine for the past few seasons, solid midfield but he is having fun and thats what counts. He is thinking he will have a chill 2027 until you know. His best friend decided to go fucking feral. After that he is trying to figure if he is supposed to be shovelling popcorn into his mouth or if he should be concerned.

Its the second btw for the most part. Charles has gone full on unhinged and yeah maybe he needs a friend he unconditionally trusts on his side. He trusts his team but they are still the team, they are not a friend you know what I mean? And if Pierre stops being a friend and becomes some sort of a lover along the way then well... shit happens.

The plot is vague at best, but at some point it does have to get ugly, obviously. The universe asks how much for a championship in the most dominant way ever, and Charles does not even blink and says everything even if it does not have to cost that much. Pierre steps in and says wait a minute but obviously, he can only do so much. It will have to be Charles who realizes that no, it is not worth everything, and it has to be Charles that ultimately makes the first step to make sure it does not cost everything.

What I do have however fully outlined is the formatting of this fic. Because something something aesthetics, writing is art and just like with any other art, the way the story is presented too impacts the way the art is perceived. In this case what I'm saying is that I have the chapter split outlined as follows:

Four chapters, similarly to how a symphony is separated (- do not quote me on this I barely passed music class in eighth grade okay)

First chapter is preseason testing to Monaco, we shall see if I include that here or in the second chapter, stc to word count

Second is Monaco to summer break, once again stc if summer break is included here or not

Third is summer break to circa Singapore, this is also where the breaking point occurs

Finally fourth is the end, the fallout, the crowning, the end

I am stupidly proud of this and trust me I have so many notes on the structure and even chapter titles, though I am wavering between oh these are so cringe and I adore these so yall will have to wait until this gets out of jail. When this gets out of jail, trust me, its got the tried and tested Eric strategy team working on it.

Anyway, I am using this fic as my outlet to put in all Ferrari related thoughts. Maybe this is less of a Charles character study and more of a Ferrari character study cause to me they are a monster quite like no other else and this fic is just the outlet to write poetry about this team. I am quite literally frogging several of my older wips just for the imagery.

Also I very much enjoy writing these stories that feel larger than the sport and life itself. Is this about Charles or is this about Ferrari, the sport, how media perception impacts how we view the athletes? Could theoretically this be about any team and driver if I tried hard enough?

The answer to that btw is sort of. There is no other team with quite the history and mythology of Ferrari on the grid, the ghost of Enzo Ferrari is within the DNA of this sport lets be real here. Ferrari itself is haunted by its former glory, Michaels five consecutive championships that were almost violently stopped by Fernando, Kimis one single championship and then the slow death, Fernando and Seb who miserably failed at winning even though they came close. And even though yes, technically Lewis does win his eighth with them just before the fic starts, there is still a world of difference between Lewis and Charles, the Il Predestinato.

Oh and speaking of Charles, I don't think there is currently a driver on the grid with the amount of mythology behind him as he is. Sure, Lewis has a lot behind him but that is tangible, that is real, people watched that legacy be built year by year, race by race, lap by lap. He did not come onto the scene with so much mythology around him already. Meanwhile Charles not only has his mythology, but he keeps touting it around.

Now do I think it is fake? Not necessarily. I would not be surprised if some pieces are embellished or changed slightly, to look and sound better, but too much of it is fact checkable to be fully fake. Does Charles lean into it? Absolutely. But then again, he also cried on the Monaco podium and I think that was genuine. And Ferrari and the tifosi downright adore him, Ferrari is a religion and Charles is at the forefront of it and I really wanna sink my teeth into that and poke at him until he gives me all his secrets.

Anyway there are other teams for who there is a story in a similar vibe to be written, Mercedes and their almost explosive return to the scene before the past few years, McLaren sort of playing second fiddle to Ferrari in how they are written within the history of F1. Heck I've already channelled the vibes once with wonderland with Williams and their fall from glory, and lbr I could probably go on and on. Almost all teams have a story that could with a little bit of skill be written into something larger than life but I think Ferrari has both the plot and the driver.

I am just saying, when Charles wins a championship? He might as well be crowned some sort of a prince, don't think Ferrari and F1 at large will forget that season anytime soon. Just look what happened in Monaco and Monza this year. And that was just Monaco and Monza.

All this to say, my draft of a description for it currently looks like this. Crowning of the Il Predestinato or something idk

Anyway sorry for all that rambling I've just been rotating this specific premise in my head for a while now and been wanting to write another fic like this for even longer. Timeloop is fun but does not have the larger than existence vibes yk? It's too secretive, no one can know you are stuck in a timeloop meanwhile everyone can see this happen, and technically its an outsider pov but with a lot of insight into Charles. Perfect storm dare I say.

#ask #ask game #anonymous #jesus this took like two hours. ill reply to the others tomorrow asdfgh #fic: end (a symphony)

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soffiisims · 8 months ago

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My cousin, Jon, from my father's side had his first child with his wife Katariina! We all went to see their little daughter, who they have named Lempi, which means "love". Jon's sister Elin and aunt Elzebe also came to see the little one!

My cousin Elin is getting married this summer to Mats' little brother Olli. Olli was hoping for his twin brother Johannes to make it to the wedding, but no one knows, where he has gone. He left travelling for a while ago, but we haven't heard him since. Mats and his family is getting worried and so have I. I hope he is happy and healthy where ever he is.

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I just started another blog for my other sims content 👀. Right now, I'm posting of my pack legacy. Please, check it out here, if you are interested!

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reverseblackholeofwords · 9 months ago

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Hi, just wanted to remind you that I still love all the ego stuff you wrote. I was a big lurker during the time you actively wrote it but dude it was so fucking good.

When I think about the egos, I mostly think about your stuff bc it made the characters come to life. It was so good. I can’t say it enough.

The stuff I’m pulling from memory rn is Anti’s time in The Forgotten. Like my bro, my dude, my homie. That shit pulled at my heart. The fact that he was only gone for like a day or smt in our dimension but he had actually been gone for like 10 years in that dimension experiencing horrors unknown. AND NOBEDY KNEW???? Good shit.

The relationship between the Host and dr. Iplier. Still one of my fav bromances. Like the trust between them and how it was made through hardships. It came to a point where Host even trusted Doc with his name??? Which gave him power over Host, something he was so afraid of. Doc made him a better man. Stopped him from being too cruel. But than he had to forget it bc he went insane. BUT BECAUSE HOST IS AN ASS, HE MADE DOC AND ANTI FORGET EVERYTHING. My guy, that’s your platonic husband and adopted son. Yes I was screaming about that. That still gets me going.

There is so much other stuff too though. Like Anti and Doc becoming family. The egos all getting closer. Phantom being an absolute menace every time he appeared. The Googles becoming more and more human over time.

You introduced me to Wiggles. Didn’t know anything about PJ before I started reading your works.

What it all boils down to, is me wanting to thank you. I don’t know how you look back on those ego stories but it got me through some dark times. You updating it always made my day better. I still carry a piece of it with me everywhere I go and has also inspired me a lot. So thank you!

Oh man, thank you so much for taking time to send this! It's honestly insanely encouraging to hear those stories stuck with you. I still love them a lot myself, cringe or no, because they're such a fun time capsule of that period in my life, and this blog and all the people who followed it (lurkers and all) also helped me get through college in one piece.

Gosh I did put Anti through so much, but in my defense, it was for character development! He and Ollie were always one of my favorite dynamics to write, personally. I mean, the computer glitch demon and the sentient android with a heart of gold? I still haven't made up something that good since. Also the Mare and Phantom dynamic, which they were always managing to screw up somehow. Unhealthy sibling dynamics are the best.

It's also insane that so much of the Host stuck with you because he was always my favorite to write and the one that felt the most like mine at the end of the day. The fact that Mark announced he'd retired him as a character and we all collectively agreed to kidnap him and give him a story is still one of this fandom's shining moments in my mind. In fact, I've kinda snagged Host for different original stories I'm writing now just because I miss writing him so much. I've also kept The Forgotten as a concept, which is definitely getting used in a setting I'm working on now because the angst potential is indeed too good to deny.

Also, while we're strolling down memory lane, what one writer gets to wipe their entire canon midway through and start over again in an alternate timeline whilst using references to the previous timeline to terrorize their readers? Ending one timeline of the blog to begin another was a wild but fascinating experiment on my part to see how I could use it to play with foreshadowing and all that jazz. Plus nothing will ever quite beat letting the audience reach into the narrative and start making their own waves from time to time.

But even though I do mostly original stories now, I'm still loving writing found families and platonic soulmates and maybe the redeeming of one or two villains, so I appreciate all the practice and the feedback I got from these stories! I'll probably keep sneaking Ego references into my stories forever. I'd also be curious to know which story arcs stuck with other people??

#i forgot how much i love talking about these stories though #its been too long!!#markiplier egos #jse egos

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shiraishi--kanade · 8 months ago

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✦ New pinned post ✦

The old one got quite outdated, so it's about time I made a new one.

♪ I'm Jay! I also go by Ollie and Lu.

♪ any pronouns!

♪ My main is @jeiseny! I follow and like from there, but I prefer to interact on this blog.

♪ My back-up blog is @shiraishi-kanade. It was originally my only side-blog before being accidentally terminated by Tumbrl. Now it's just staying there, mostly inactive; however, I still intend to use it for long-form character analysis.

♪ I'm physically disabled. I'm also open to talk about it and my experience with it, specifically rheumatic heart disease and juvenile arthritis, but I am not obligated to prove my diagnosis to anyone.

♪ I'm dyslexic! If I suddenly don't make sense, that's why.

♪ This is a project sekai fan blog, on which I mostly write character analysis, especially focusing on Vivid Bad Squad in general and An Shiraishi specifically.

♪ I am also an occasional fanfic writer. My AO3 username is also Jeiseny!

♪ I'm currently working on two unit shuffle aus (on an indefinite hiatus, but by no means abandoned) and my mini-series Count To Five that is An Shiraishi-centric and takes place after Light Up the Fire. Feel free to check it out!

♪ I also have a side-blog for my pjsk fan unit Kawaakari Orchestra! They're a long standing passion project of mine. You can find them at @kawaakari-orchestra.

♪ I will sometimes post about other media I'm a fan of.

Additional info:

♪ Any interactions (e.g replies, reblogs, asks, dms) are fine and encouraged regardless of mutual status.

♪ I'm fine with tags and tag games (except picrew chains! I don't do those); however, please refrain from publically asking me to reblog anything pertaining to fan-content and especially character analysis. It makes me really uncomfortable (never thought I'd have to set a boundary like this but here we are).

♪ I visit the tags often and will usually reblog the takes I agree with naturally; being pushy about it because of me being a relatively big character analysis blog will only get you blocked.

♪ I love receiving asks about my opinion on pjsk characters and storylines! By all means, please send them to me. I take a while to answer sometimes because I take my sweet time to think about it.

♪ I am an VBS oshi & main, and I'm caught up with their stories at the moment of writing this. I also follow N25 closely and keep an eye out on WxS. All the favourites & fandom information from the old pinned post is still relevant!

♪ I'm open to discussion and correction on my posts, especially if it's about the characters I don't know well!

♪ On another hand, I'm not open to unsolicited criticism on my fanfiction. I do it for fun only.

♪ I'm touch-averse and neurodivergent. Please keep that in mind.

♪ I complain and vent a lot, especially about my disability and chronic pain. Block #jay rambles about life.txt tag if you're uncomfortable with that.

Tags:

#jay rambles.txt - general tag. Mostly about pjsk though

#jay rambles about life.txt - general tag for everything that is not about my interests. Doubles as a vent tag (because there's nothing to smile about in my life /ref)

#jay rambles about ocs.txt - me rambling about pjsk ocs, both my own and other's

#jay's archive.txt - old-ish character analysis posts or otherwise important things from a previously terminated blog; can also be found by similar tags on @shiraishi-kanade.

#jay gets asks - ask answered tag!

#jay's character analysis - self-explanatory

#jay's memes.png - I like to make funny images sometimes!

#jay's ocs & #jay's headcanons - self-explanatory

#rb - general rb tag.

#self rb - adding onto my own posts, mostly for my own self-organisation.

#other's character analysis - pjsk takes I love and agree with

#orher's art <3 - art rbs!

That is all! Nice to meet you!

[dividers by saradika-graphics]

#jay rambles.txt #jay gets asks.txt #jay rambles about life.txt #jay's character analysis #jay's aus #jay's headcanons.txt #jay's archive.txt #jay rambles about ocs.txt

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