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satingrove · 4 years

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repose

pairing: frankie morales x gn reader (no y/n, no pronouns)

summary: frankie is a soft lover — especially in the morning, when there’s no plans for the day.

word count: 1.6k of frankie, fluff, and feelings

warnings: none! (but he comes with his own warning)

Rolling in his sleep, Frankie wakes to the abrupt bumping of his nose against your shoulder. He winces and rubs it softly, eyes blurry as they take in the day’s first sight: you, laying on your belly, your side now pressed against him.

There’s hardly any natural light to see which shape you take under the covers — it must be earlier than usual, or enough clouds have formed outside to block the sun from seeping through the blinds — but he feels your knee press to the side of his thigh, at least.

He lets head fall back to the pillow with a thud and slides his arm over your back, pulling you snug to his bare skin. Now conscious, he’s able to press his nose and lips on your shoulder again gently, dragging his bottom lip a few inches toward your neck. He notes your smell, how it mixes with his, how it seems lighter the more time he spends with you, the more he’s used to it. He’d bottle it if he could.

For a moment more, he’s patient, watching you as his eyes adjust. By his hand, your shirt becomes considerably bunched up around your torso, left with the wet marks of his lips. Your cheek is pressed neatly into the pillow and he smiles at that — the squished softness of your face.

“Baby,” he whispers, shifting some of his weight onto your body, fingers tracing a mindless line down your back as his chest presses warm to it.

His radiating heat is enough to wake you up, his open-mouthed kisses only speeding up the process. You lift your face from the crook of your elbow, met with Frankie’s big brown eyes looming, the corners of his mouth curved upwards.

“Hmm?”

That hum is Frankie’s invitation to roll you onto your back. He’s sure and gentle, pushing his hands under your sides and letting his palms ride the movement of your body as you turn. The pillow, the mattress, Frankie — even the huff he gives when he settles his legs between your own — are all soft against you. The sudden feeling of waking doesn’t feel so scary when it’s Frankie’s doing; he’s slow, considerate.

Through a veil of devotion, he looks at you. Natural and messy, far from proper — you like him like that.

“Hi,” he breathes, tracing his nose down the side of your warm face, until his lips are level with yours for a sweet and drawn out kiss.

“Good morning,” you murmur, stretching your arms above your head. The extension is pleasant, your muscles doing their subtle shake of relief. Lacing your fingers together, you mean to catch Frankie in the loop of your arms, but he’s swiftly moving down your body on his palms. “Baby—”

He gets level with your middle, fingers lifting the hem of your shirt, and he gleams at you, ducking his head under the fabric to give your stomach feather-light kisses. His lips are firm and wet, gliding easily over you, leaving cool traces over the curves of your belly and hips. The scruff of his face tickles on your skin, your own laughter exceeding his in volume as you grab the fabric from his head. The rustling of your shirt has his hair frizzing up, and he looks at you sweetly, innocently, messy curls spilling over his forehead.

You lift a brow, “Do you like my tummy?”

“Yes.” He whispers lowly, dipping his head to hide his flushed face.

“Are you going to kiss me all over?” You ask, expecting him to collapse back onto your chest and fall back asleep with you, but he smiles, about to peck your cheek when you lay a finger over his mouth.

“Wait,” you tease, “I bet you wouldn’t kiss my feet.”

His brows furrow, considering a sudden challenge, “...I’d kiss your feet.”

A pout at your uncertainty in him turns to a wicked grin, his body sliding even further down the mattress until your ankle is firmly set in his grip.

“No… Frankie!”

He settles on his knees, bringing your foot up to his shoulder, “Don’t worry, baby,” he soothes your panicked giggles, his lips pressing to the inside of your ankle. “Is that better?”

“Mhm, yeah,” you relax, the air from your lungs passing through your wide smile.

He releases your ankle, your leg pliant in his hands as he bends it at the knee, kissing his way up there. Frankie takes his time — that’s the man he is — patient and giving in his ways of loving you. He rests his chin on your knee, with your foot resting flat on the mattress.

Your breaths settle down to a steady in and out, him watching you intently, lips swollen and pink. He blinks and presses his face into your skin — even now, your stare heats him up from the inside out, and he feels much younger than he is; a spark of energy fueled by affection flits through him. It seems he may even fall asleep right here on your leg, drowsy and untroubled, though he rises with time, body stretching until he can nip at your neck, a hand gently easing your leg back down.

“What do you want to do today, baby?” He asks between open-mouthed kisses that have your breath hitching considerably, unaware of his knowing smirk.

“I— shit, I have to do laundry today. I don’t wanna do it.”

“Then don’t,” he whispers matter-of-factly, “I don’t care if you walk around naked.”

He knows even better than you that there will never be much to do on a lazy morning, or rather, that nothing you should do will get done. You are lying beneath him with your hands caught in his hair, his chest pressed to yours, and there is nothing as or more important that can pull him from this spot. Nothing higher on his list of morning pleasures — for each day of the week — including the days where he almost has you running late, days when morning pleasures must be given up for work and obligations.

Today is not one of those days. He lets his weight keep you here in his bed.

You take his face in your hands and tug him from the crook of your neck until you can see him, in all his seriousness.

“I really don’t,” he adds, tracing a finger up your shoulder.

“I know, but I don’t think so. Too cold.”

“That’s it?” He laughs, settling back into you, supported by his elbows. “Too cold?”

“What else do you suggest?” You lean up into his face, lips moving pleasantly against his patchy stubble, peppered with new greys, his fading scar just above.

He makes an appreciative noise, dropping a kiss before your hairline, “You wear my clothes,” — another to your temple — “leave your laundry for another day, ignore putting away the dishes… something like that.”

Your thigh slides against his hip, his words halting.

The sheets are an overwhelming heat with the presence of your bodies, Frankie’s a little more feverish.

“Because, honey, we can do those boring things, if you want,” he taunts, gaining back his upper hand, pressing his fingertips to your sides, “the laundry, the dishes, the tidying,” he nips at your earlobe, taking it between his teeth, “I’ll make you watch me cut the grass, even…” He trails off into an open-mouthed glide down your neck, humming along to your sounds and subsequent squirming.

Gathering your breath, you tell him, “That last one doesn’t sound so bad.”

He huffs, shaking his head. He knew you’d say that.

“I like to watch you,” you continue, gripping his broad shoulders, and it’s nothing if not true. A soothing but wild fondness clouds you, thinking of Frankie doing these handy and domestic things, his cap thrown over his curls and his shirt a little damp.

The room has gotten lighter — you can see deeper into his wide eyes and he can see deeper into yours. “You want your coffee, baby? I’ll make some—”

Fingers curl tighter and arms flex around you, confirming that you’re not leaving this bed for another few hours, at least. These are the hands you feel safe in. The calloused and capable hands that gift you an undying sense of importance to him. He holds you like this when he’s needy, lifted against his whole front, and this is when he feels like they’re being put to good use, keeping you in close proximity.

He grumbles, muffled by your neck. “I haven’t slept in with you all week.”

The raspy edge to his voice has worn off and eased into its habitual velvet richness, and you don’t need to see his face to know those plush lips are in a pout, no matter how steady his words sound. But you need no more convincing than that, and the two of you are so tangled up in the sheets, you’re not sure you’d find a way out to make coffee anyway.

Frankie continues on, “There’s... nowhere else to be… today.”

He’s slipping back into a light doze, little puffs of air ghosting you, and you can feel the complete press of his soft belly against yours when he fully relaxes into you.

“And nothing to do,” you add, though still content to do these mundane tasks if Frankie is there, but only after you wake up the second time when it’s no longer morning, after coffee is made and his loose button up is haphazardly thrown on with his underwear — because he can’t be bothered to do it up all the way, and you don’t mind the view.

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motherofmercury · 5 years

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Leave the Door Open by motherofmercury

My second @drastoriafest work!

Creator: motherofmercury (minervasprout) (i was astoriascorpius but changed my url sorry sorry (motherofmercury on ao3))

Type of submission: fanfiction

Title: Leave the Door Open

Rating: T

Words: 1008

Content tags including warnings: character death, proposal, marriage, astoria doesn’t like closed doors, hurt/comfort, grief/mourning, time skip, draco is a good dad, grieving together

Summary: It took Draco a while, but he finally worked up the courage to ask Astoria The Question despite all her (endearing) quirks. Sixteen years later, Scorpius discovers a habit that his dad has always kept for his mum, even after her death.

Link: Read it on Ao3

The hour just before dawn, when the night is darkest; just before morning takes her first breath is the hour of lovers. They lie entwined together in the silence, skin hot where caressed and gooseflesh prickling over chilly limbs that escape the covers.

“Astoria,” Draco whispered in the soft darkness. He trailed his fingers down the curve of her bare shoulder and traced the soft dip of her collarbone, lingering along the edge of one breast.

“Draco,” she whispered back as her hand slid through the silky strands of his moonlit hair.

“I have something for you. Don’t move an inch.” He slid out from under the covers, creating a warm space that Astoria rolled into as the loss of contact chilled her. Absorbing his warmth was almost as good as hugging him. Almost.

Draco went to close the door behind himself as he left the room, but closed doors were a thing that Astoria just couldn’t abide. She called out to him softly through the darkness.

“Please can you leave the door open?”

Draco looked at her curiously, paused, framed by the door with the barest hint of light haloing him from the open window.

“Okay,” he breathed.

He returned quickly, sliding back into bed beside Astoria again, causing her to inhale sharply as his chilled skin made contact with her contained warmth.

“Why don’t you like closed doors?” Draco asked, tracing the lines of her face with a finger.

Astoria sighed gently into the night. “It’s the idea that I can’t get back to the people I love. It’s stupid, really.” She looked away from him and let a curtain of dark hair fall across her face.

“Hey,” Draco reached out and tucked the hair behind her ears, “I don’t think that’s stupid at all.”

Astoria narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously, “I don’t believe you.”

“What kind of foundation is that for a relationship?” he teased.

She flicked his shoulder and rolled over so she was facing the wall with a “hmph.”

Draco nudged up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing his chest to the warm skin of her back and tucking her small frame into his own.

“I promise I’ll never close a door when you’re in the room.”

Astoria looked over her shoulder at him with narrow eyes, “really?”

“Really, I promise.” He tucked his nose into the crook of her neck, illiciting a delightful gasp as his cold face made contact with her warm neck.

“Anyway, what was it you had for me?” she asked, pressing back into his frame.

“Wimphmaryme?” he muttered into her neck.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Will you, Astoria Greengrass, marry me, Draco Malfoy?”

Astoria rolled over and sat up, all in one swift motion that left her towering over Draco who seemed to shrink into the mattress. She stared in disbelief for a moment before recovering her senses.

“Draco…” she leaned over him and pressed her lips hard against his. “Yes, of course, yes!” she mumbled between kisses, “Merlin, I honestly thought you’d never work up the courage to ask!” Another kiss. “You have no idea how glad I am that you did!”

Draco chuckled against her lips at the slightly inane ramblings that were coming out of her mouth, but he didn’t mind them one bit. He’d take inane rambling over a lifetime without Astoria, any day. Without her, there was no life for him.

“Just leave the door open, Draco. Leave the door open and I’ll always come back to you.”

SIXTEEN YEARS LATER

Draco tossed and turned, awaking constantly and reaching a hand out to Astoria, only to pull it back as if scalded. A noise in the hallway pulled from his fitful slumber as his door clicked shut.

“Scorpius?” he called out, sitting bolt upright.

The door clicked open again and the pale boy poked his head around it, eyes slitted and sleepy, dark rings hanging beneath.

“Please don’t close the door.”

“But, Dad, you make so much noise, I can’t sleep.”

Draco winced apologetically and said, “I’ll buy you some muggle earplugs and put up a muffliato – ” he made to climb out of bed.

“Why can’t I just close the door?”

“Astoria doesn’t – ” he paused and looked up at the ceiling, tears he would not shed welling up behind his eyes. “Astoria didn’t like having the door closed, and I guess I’m just in the habit now.”

Scorpius looked at him with his penetrating slivery eyes as if he didn’t quite believe his father. Draco couldn’t even make himself believe it. He squeezed his eyes shut and listened as Scorpius shuffled about in the doorway.

His son paused for a moment and took a deep breath before saying, “I miss her.”

“I miss her too.” Draco couldn’t bring himself to be embarrassed for the way his voice cracked.

In a flash, Scorpius was up on Draco’s bed and had his arms around his father’s waist, head buried in his chest. Draco pulled his son into him and held on tight.

It came out muffled, but Draco could vaguely make out what Scorpius was saying; “we don’t have to hurt alone, Dad, we can miss her together.”

Draco buried his nose in his son’s hair and breathed in the scent of Astoria’s shampoo. This time he couldn’t stop the tears from spilling over.

“Okay,” he nodded firmly, Scorpius still clinging to him. “But don’t close the door; she promised – ” he swallowed thickly. “She promised she’d always come back.” He hid his grief in Scorpius’ pale hair.

Scorpius looked up at him with a tear streaked face and such a horrible pain behind his silver eyes that Draco wished he could pull out his wand and vanish it.

“I love you, Scorpius.” He paused. “Don’t ever forget that.”

“I love you too. And don’t you ever forget it, either.” He pulled back from Draco for a moment and wiped his eyes on the sleeve of his pyjamas.

“I won’t.”

“And don’t worry, Dad. We can leave the door open for Mum.”

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thenickelportrust · 6 years

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Okay but, for the MC waking the RO up in the middle of the night to make sure they actually like-like them. It's double sad/sweet if the MC is asking that because they got back together with their ex and had a nightmare/ are worried about them leaving again.

(In reference to this ask) (url: https://thenickelportrust.tumblr.com/post/174307288149/if-the-mc-wakes-up-in-the-middle-of-the-night-and)

Oh god. Oh dang. Oh man anon, oooh dang.You know I gotta.I gotta do it now.Raf:Your eyes snap open, heart thudding in your chest as your eyes turn to the ceiling- it feels like they’re moving fast, like everything is moving at mach speed, yet you know that if anyone were to look on all they’d see are those slow, lethargic movements indicating the precious, delirious moments that come directly after sleep. And delirious is quite the good descriptive as you shift to stare at the ceiling, trying to focus on one thing when your mind seems to have been spread out between so many different questions and focuses. The cold sweat clinging to your back- where am I?- the blood roaring over the crinkle of bedsheets in your ears- what time is it?- the feeling of two heartbeats- when is it?- the one hammering against your own ribcage, and the other one thrumming gently beneath your palm. Your head turns past the ceiling, which seems more and more familiar as your mind catches up to your body, shrugging off those last chains of sleep.You’re home.You’re home with Raf.You feel a breath you didn’t know you were holding release, and for a moment focus on his heart beneath your hand- pressed to his warm chest as if even in your sleep you were searching for some kind of reassurance that he was still there.Maybe you don’t mean to wake him up, you try to think that, at the very least, but some part of you is still thankful when he stirs as you pull yourself closer to him. Some part still wasn’t sure that this was really real, that he’s really… there.“Hey…” His voice is heavy, deeper than usual, sounds drawn out in a sleepy slur. “You still awake?”“Just woke up.” Yours is clear, that wash of brief fear had swept away any dreamy slowness. “Go back to sleep, I’m sorry.”You expect to hear a head hit the pillow again, or feel his breathing even out, or… something along those lines. Instead, you just feel his thumb run tiny circles on the side of your arm, feel the steadiness of his gaze as he continues to stare at the back of your head.“Are you ok?” Worry. There’s always worry, normally you’re able to laugh it off and brush off his worry as unfounded. Normally it is.You don’t turn your head to meet his eyes, you instead bury yourself in his warmth. “Do you like me, Raf?”His thumb stills, fingers instead tightening in a reassuring squeeze, “Of course.” Hesitation, confusion. You try to tell yourself it’s because he doesn’t understand the question since the answer should be obvious. It should be obvious.“Do you love me?”His sitting up forces you out of the warmth you’d established for yourself, but he still doesn’t let go of you, instead, turning your shoulders until you face him. Now, looking at Raf’s face, that worry is clearer than ever. Eyebrows knit together, with a soft frown pulling down at familiar laugh lines dug into the corners of his eyes. “I…” His hands are so tense, they dig into your shoulders but there’s no pain- it’s not strong enough to hurt you- never is. Then, with a deep breath, they seem to relax, his grip loosening just enough to slide up to your cheeks, cupping your face between his palms.

“I love you. I love you more than I describe. I love you so much that even just saying that feels like a cheap imitation of how much it is I really, honestly, do love you. I love you more than… more than anything else.” He tips your head forward to press a kiss to your forehead, whispering against your skin, “And I’m sorry. I’m… so, so, so sorry that I you’ve ever thought I didn’t- that I ever made you think, for even the briefest of moments, that I didn’t love you with everything I have and more.” He lifts away from just a moment, hands still tangled around your hair, “I know I can’t take that back, that I can’t… undo what I did. But I promise that from now on you won’t ever have to doubt- I love you, and if it takes the rest of my life to make sure that you know that then… well, that’s how long it takes.”Lucy:

You slough off the last layers of sleep like a heavy blanket, your mind feels fuzzy and even now you’re not fully sure if you’re awake, and why. Everything seems too slow and lethargic, your muscles don’t belong to you, this body- it doesn’t belong to you. Everything feels like a marionette with strings too long that you’re trying to pull and tug but all they do is shift ever so slightly. The room, too, is unfamiliar for a moment, and confusion mutes the feeling-you-can’t-name-yet that lies beneath your skin, weighing on your tongue and your wet cheeks. Wet? Why are they wet? You manage to manipulate this flesh-and-bone puppet to lift its hand and press it to the cheek, you press your lips together and taste salt. Tears. Crying? Why were you crying?

You dig the heel of your hand into your eyelid and groan slightly as now unwanted memories resurface- a dream- a nightmare- memories. Dammit. You breathe in deeply and shift your body, when you do your hand feels warmer than you were expecting. You shift up, sitting up just enough to peer through the darkness- and see that your arm had inadvertently- or perhaps advertently?- slung itself over Lucy, pulling her closer to you.

Lucy. She’s here. It really was just a dream.

Whatever last bit of doubt still clung by the nails to you tore away with that realization, and a relieved breath escapes you. It may not have been fully fake but at the very least it was a dream of the past and the present is very, very different… Right?

“Hiya,” A hand clasps over yours, your eyes snap over to Lucy’s face, her broad smile made lopsided, dulled by the yawn that stretches over her face. “Seems a little late to be getting up and about, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, sorry.” You snuggle back into the covers, burrowing yourself in Lucy’s hair that’s spread out and wild along the pillow. “I dunno why I’m awake. It’s all good.”

Lucy frowns slightly, turning on her side to sling a hand over your side as well. She traces the side of your cheek with the back of her fingers, over the curve of your ear and down your neck to rest at your shoulder, “I know that tone.”

“Tired?”

“Lying.” You spare a glance to her face- eyebrows knit together in the dark, creases along her forehead, you turn your head into the covers again. “Come on, you can talk to me.”

“It was just a bad dream.”

“About…?”

You. But you couldn’t exactly say that, could you? No. No you could never. Never.

Her hand leaves your shoulder- cold and exposed to that unforgiving night air- and gingerly grasps at your chin to turn it to face her. Lucy’s brows are still knit, but she doesn’t say anything, her eyes dance around your face like she can read the problem in your expression.

Somehow, you think, she does. She drops your chin, lifting herself from the bed to sit up, tugging away from you with her shoulders slumped forward. “It was about us, wasn’t it? About me.”

You roll to your back, pulling the covers up to your face as if that could hide your nod. You feel choked up, hearing it said aloud, and you squeeze your eyes shut for a moment to try and gather back whatever scrap of dignity you can use to glue it all together again. “Like I said…” Your voice still breaks, too much, “Just a stupid dream.”

“Not stupid.” Lucy shrugs, picking at the blanket absently, “No, don’t ever call yourself stupid. Please. I was the one who screwed up, I’m sorry you… You shouldn’t have to suffer for that.”

Her jaw clenches together, “But you do, because of my damned actions.”

“Do you like me, Lucy?” It shakes her from her seething stupor, and Lucy turns to you with wide-eyes.

“Of course I do.”

“Do… do you love me?”

Her jaw stiffens again, her shoulders rising and falling as she inhales through clenched teeth, and then exhales slowly, her entire body relaxing forcibly- even her head hangs as if it’s too heavy for her neck suddenly. When Lucy looks back at you there’s a surprisingly soft smile spread over her lips, and she leans down until her face is directly above yours, her hair trailing down either sides of it and tickling the edge of your cheek. Lucy cups the sides of your face and presses her lips to yours. She doesn’t release your face at first, not until both of you need to break away to breathe, and even then she pressed her head to the crook of your neck gently, smiling against your skin. “I couldn’t think of a way to say just how much,” She whispers, “But if you’re not convinced I’m happy to try again. As many times as is needed.”

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mbaljeetsingh · 6 years

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Animate Calligraphy with SVG

From time to time at Stackoverflow, the question pops up whether there is an equivalent to the stroke-dashoffset technique for animating the SVG stroke that works for the fill attribute. But upon closer inspection, what the questions are really trying to ask is something like this:

I have something that is sort of a line, but because it has varying brush widths, in SVG it is defined as the fill of a path.

How can this "brush" be animated?

In short: How do you animate calligraphy?

A mask path covers the calligraphic brush

The basic technique for this is relatively simple: draw a second (smooth) path on top of the calligraphy so that it follows the brush line and then choose the stroke width in such a way that it covers the calligraphy everywhere.

This path on top will be used as a mask for the one beneath it. Apply the stroke-dashoffset animation technique to the mask path. The result will look as if the lower path is being "written" directly on the screen in real-time.

The is a case for a mask, not a clip-path — that would not work. Clip-paths always reference the fill area of a path, but ignore the stroke.

The easiest variant is to set stroke: white for the path in the mask. Then everything outside the area painted white is hidden, and anything inside is shown without alteration.

See the Pen Writing calligraphy: basic example by ccprog (@ccprog) on CodePen.

So far, so simple. Things get tricky, however, when the calligraphic lines overlap. This is what happens in a naive implementation:

See the Pen Writing calligraphy: faulty intersection by ccprog (@ccprog) on CodePen.

At the intersection point, the mask reveals part of the crossing brush. Therefore, the calligraphy has to be cut into non-overlapping pieces. Stack them in drawing order and define separate mask paths for each one.

The cut on the mask path and the calligraphic brush must match

The most tricky part is to maintain the impression that the drawing is a single continuous stroke. If you cut a smooth path, ends will fit together as long as both path tangents have the same direction at their common point. The stroke ends are perpendicular to that, and it is essential that the cut in the calligraphic line aligns exactly. Take care all paths have consecutive directions. Animate them one after the other.

While many line animations can get by with rough math on the length for stroke-dasharray, this scenario requires accurate measurements (although small roundings shouldn't hurt). As a reminder, you can get them in the DevTools console with:

document.querySelector('#mask1 path').getTotalLength()

See the Pen Writing calligraphy: divide up intersections by ccprog (@ccprog) on CodePen.

The "one after the other" part is slightly awkward to write in CSS. The best pattern is probably to give all partial animations the same start time and total duration, then set intermediate keyframes between the stroke-dashoffset changes.

Something like this:

@keyframes brush1 { 0% { stroke-dashoffset: 160; } /* leave static */ 12% { stroke-dashoffset: 160; } /* start of first brush */ 44% { stroke-dashoffset: 0; } /* end of first brush equals start of second */ 100% { stroke-dashoffset: 0; } /* leave static */ } @keyframes brush2 { 0% { stroke-dashoffset: 210; } /* leave static */ 44% { stroke-dashoffset: 210; } /* start of second brush equals end of first */ 86% { stroke-dashoffset: 0; } /* end of second brush */ 100% { stroke-dashoffset: 0; } /* leave static */ }

Further down, you'll see how a SMIL animation enables a more fluent and expressive way to define timing. Keeping with CSS, computations done with Sass might be pretty helpful since it can handle some math.

The mask path (left) and its application (right)

A comparable problem appears if the curve radius of the mask path gets smaller than the stroke width. While the animation runs through that curve, it may happen that an intermediate state looks seriously crooked.

The solution is to move the mask path out of the calligraphic curve. You only need to take care its inner edge still covers the brush.

You can even cut the mask path and misalign the ends, as long as the cutting edges fit together.

The radius stays large enough

See the Pen Writing calligraphy: divide up intersections by ccprog (@ccprog) on CodePen.

And, thus, you can even draw something complex, like the Arabic calligraphy in this example:

See the Pen Tughra Mahmud II - text animation by ccprog (@ccprog) on CodePen.

The original design, the Tughra of Osmanic Sultan Mahmud II., is by an unknown 19th-century calligrapher. The vectorized version was done by Wikipedia illustrator Baba66. The animation is my attempt to visualize the position of the Arabic letters inside the drawing. It builds upon an earlier version by Baba66. Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 2.5.

The following code snippet shows the advanced method used to run the animations in order and in a repeatable fashion.

mask path { fill: none; stroke: white; stroke-width: 16; } .brush { fill: #0d33f2; }

In contrast to the other examples we've look at, this animation uses SMIL, which means it will not work in Internet Explorer and Edge.

This article is published in German over at Browser…unplugged.

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That’s relatively sudden. A few months ago, I requested WordPress about its hosting of Vanguard America, United Dixie White Knights of the KKK, and several other a ways-proper organizations for a story about hate sites and their tech companies. The stock answer becomes that WordPress and its discern employer Automatic do no longer censor, length.

For WordPress, the approximately-face became in all likelihood caused by way of Vanguard America’s participation in ultimate weekend’s Unite the Right rallies in Charlottesville, Virginia, at some point of which a vehicle drove right into a crowd, killing one person, Heather Heyer, and injuring 19. The driver, James Alex Fields, who has been charged with murdering Heyer, has claimed allegiance to Vanguard America. The institution denies that Fields become a member, however, membership is an amorphous component inside the alt-right movement, in which human beings associate loosely with causes, now and again just by means of traveling websites and joining discussion businesses.

WordPress hasn’t explained the shift in its technique to the organization’s website: the agency’s consumer settlement and terms of the carrier have not changed given that Charlottesville. Similarly, Facebook, Google, and other structures that have lately sought to dam comparable content have done so even as their regulations have remained the equal.

The website’s content—which includes posters, articles, and a manifesto—can also fall into the “directly threatening cloth” forbidden by way of the WordPress person settlement. But the settlement also notes, “These are simply guidelines—interpretations are totally as much as us.” WordPress has no longer but replied to a request for remark.

A NEW APPROACH?

For WordPress to drop a website, even a fascist webpage, is a very large deal; the equation is true of GoDaddy and Google’s choices to drop their registration of neo-Nazi website online the Daily Stormer (some other website online that GoDaddy previously said could be accredited on unfastened speech grounds). Many tech structures have lengthy stood by strict neutrality and freedom of expression. That may also now be changing.

At least whilst the general public can see what’s taking place. A unfastened Whois research of its area call reveals a website’s registrar, that’s why activists had been capable of pounce on Google so quick when the Daily Stormer tried to exchange registrars. But Vanguard America was uncommon amongst ways-proper websites in that its host, WordPress, became undeniable to look. Many web sites—inclusive of organizations involved approximately hackers, like Nasdaq and OKCupid, as well as associates of ISIS and the KKK—use protection company CloudFlare to guard against attacks and disguise their real host. Over objections from some activists, CloudFlare has been steadfast in now not losing any clients, aside from in instances of great crook interest.

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Near the cease of his display, J. Cole carried out his debut single.

Who Dat, an exhibition of bravado for all of us who doubted his rise to fame. The name of the music references a famous conflict cry of New Orleans’ football team, “Who Dat say dey gonna beat dem Saints,” alluding to Cole wondering what rapper is courageous sufficient to ask him in a competition of lyricism. After instructing the men inside the crowd to menacingly chant “Who Dat” alongside him during the refrain, Cole rapped WordPress SEO settings the road “A couple of Y’all ain’t took a discipline ride to the hood.” It jogged my memory of the “discipline trip” I took to the Lower Ninth Ward in New Orleans this beyond spring damage to look the devastation of Hurricane Katrina. That concept soon became a want that I hadn’t dropped my digital camera off a balcony WordPress seo plugins overlooking Bourbon Street the night before Mardi Gras so I ought to take pix of the display.

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The net host pulled the website online in a departure from a stance it held previous to closing weekend’s violence, but Vanguard America remains on Twitter and YouTube.

A NEW APPROACH?

For WordPress to drop a website, even a fascist web page, is a very large deal; the equation is true of GoDaddy and Google’s choices to drop their registration of neo-Nazi website online the Daily Stormer (some other website online that GoDaddy previously said could be accredited on unfastened speech grounds). Many tech structures have lengthy stood by strict neutrality and freedom of expression. That may also now be changing.

WordPress Charlottesville Banned J. Cole Concert on the Charlottesville Pavilion.

J. Cole, born Jermaine Lamarr Cole, has been rapping for half of his lifestyles, since the age of 13, and his enjoy confirmed. His presentation and style reminded me of that of T.I. When he executed right here in Charlottesville pair years in the past, besides Cole didn’t want hype men on the degree with him to complete his lines. He becomes very lively, refusing to stay in one region for very lengthy, and his voice had sufficient energy that I became satisfied it’d have carried across the crowd with out a microphone. The awesome emphasis he placed on a lot of his lines made it sound as if he nearly barked some of his lyrics. While barking lyrics would possibly convey a poor connotation in a few contexts, Cole pulled it off in a way that instead conveyed his ardor to the audience.

Near the cease of his display, J. Cole carried out his debut single.

Who Dat, an exhibition of bravado for all of us who doubted his rise to fame. The name of the music references a famous conflict cry of New Orleans’ football team, “Who Dat say dey gonna beat dem Saints,” alluding to Cole wondering what rapper is courageous sufficient to ask him in a competition of lyricism. After instructing the men inside the crowd to menacingly chant “Who Dat” alongside him during the refrain, Cole rapped the road “A couple of Y’all ain’t took a discipline ride to the hood.” It jogged my memory of the “discipline trip” I took to the Lower Ninth Ward in New Orleans this beyond spring damage to look the devastation of Hurricane Katrina. That concept soon became a want that I hadn’t dropped my digital camera off a balcony overlooking Bourbon Street the night before Mardi Gras so I ought to take pix of the display.

Overall, I thought J. Cole’s song become a fresh departure from the either aloof or insipid rap that presently dominates hip hop subculture. In my opinion, most hip hop artists on the radio nowadays fall into one in every of two corporations: rappers who’ve become so jaded by means of their fame and fortune that they give up to position authentic notion into their song due to the fact they understand they may hold to make cash regardless, and artists who force their way into the mainstream by capitalizing on present day tendencies that cater to the bottom commonplace denominator of the American public in phrases of flavor. J. Cole contributes to contemporary track by means of breaking each these molds, turning in tune that is, for the most part, fresh, witty, and compelling. Considering that Cole moved to New York and went to college on an academic scholarship at the same time as fighting for a reported deal, it is no surprise that his tune demonstrates both road smarts and intelligence which might be impressive for his age. Cole’s gritty yet well-versed personality ought to have appealed to tune mogul, Jay-Z, as the first artist signed to his file label, Roc Nation, permitting Cole to upward thrust from the underground without sacrificing the content material of his track. With encouraging potentialities for his future, I believe J. Cole could make a tremendous impact on modern-day hip hop if he keeps unapologetically on this seldom-traveled route.

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With on line fraud now the maximum common crime within the country (consistent with annual Crime Survey of Britain and Wales posted a remaining month), Barclays is sharing Tips on a way to improve your on-line protection beforehand of Safer Net Day.

Suppose earlier than you click on Pop-America and email hyperlinks are regularly a way for scammers to gain get admission to your on-line debts and records. Don’t fall to the fraudsters – take a second to take into account how credible the internet site, organization or individual is sending you these online activates.

If doubtful, don’t down load Attachments are a key way hackers infiltrate your desktop to unfold viruses, corrupt your documents and access your records. Be cautious of surprising emails prompting you to open unknown attachments.

Too right to be authentic? It probable is! Voucher scams are at the upward thrust and have been circulating on social media and online chat platforms, with Whatsapp a brilliant recent instance. However tempting the provide seems, in case you haven’t entered a competition its unlikely to be a credible offer. Don’t click and instead file the message to the web platform you’re the use of.

in case you don’t use it, lose it Whether it’s far your old Myspace profile, a subscription to a relationship internet site or a web buying account you don’t use any longer, delete antique online debts and profiles that keep your non-public records.

Search for the lock Use acquainted websites to shop online and in no way buy an item on a domain except it has the “https” and a padlock icon to the left or right of the URL. Test your statements on a normal basis to make sure the perfect quantity has been deducted and that it’s far going to the appropriate place.

This follows a 2016 record through Barclays which discovered that Uk self-assurance is specifically low with regards to shielding facts and gadgets. Brits are much less likely to preserve their phones and laptops relaxed than those in Brazil, South Africa or China, posing a potential danger of records leaks within the coming years as cyber hackers discover increasingly sophisticated methods to access records.

how to Have a More secure Internet Explorer Net users everywhere in the global should already be in billions. Even after so many years had gone by using, human beings are nevertheless fascinated on using the Internet due to the fact it’s miles provides both understanding and leisure. In recent times, you may find almost anything you need and want to recognize from the Internet: shops that provide uncommon products, articles with beneficial statistics, news from special nations, and whereabouts of friends and spouse and children.

However, in conjunction with those chocolates that you get from the Net, a bunch harmful facts also lurk in all corners, always waiting for the proper moment to assault. those are codes, documents, or scripts which might be created for diverse functions: thieve your secret passwords, shoot you with the irritating commercial; and worse, take over and manipulate your laptop.

you may eliminate those threats thru those 2 simple steps:

1. Update the model of Internet Explorer you use to version 7. Or if your browser is the Net Explorer, get one now. it’s far very smooth to installation. you could find a loose download from the Microsoft’s internet site. After installation, you may need to reboot your PC.

2. The primary time you run the Internet Explorer 7, a small window will seem with a choice to show at the anti-phishing filter. click on this option’s button and click on “ok”. Your browsing experience could be Safer from now on.

Now which you have an updated version of Internet Explorer

With Internet Explorer 7, you may experience tab browsing. You don’t want to open separate windows anymore. Just upload a brand new tab for every internet site you go to.

The Internet Explorer 7 is designed with an advanced generation of anti-phishing and different additional protection features. This browser guards your computer and automatically blocks any suspicious websites.

How does the anti-phishing function provide security and protection in your browser? a new characteristic has been introduced to Net Explorer 7 to decorate the shield of your browser regarding the SSL certificates. This is definitely illustrated like this: if the background is inexperienced, the website you’re traveling has valid SSL certificates; but if the history is red, the SSL certificate is prohibited and most possibly a phishing website online. The instant you notice a purple background, leave that website straight away.

Each time you surf the Internet, always Check the background color of the URL. by way of making sure that it is continually colored green before you browse a website, you will be securing your gadget from getting infected with Trojan.

Your Net Explorer can stay safe with everyday updates. Take a look at the Microsoft internet site for the state-of-the-art model of the Internet Explorer. Your computers operating machine will constantly be safe if you’re accountable sufficient to offer the maximum safety that a secured Net Explorer can provide.

Internet Protection – ‘Cyber-Bullying’ it may Be ‘Overwhelmed’

I will be overlaying 5 subjects in this text, all are interlinked, and all are sorts of ‘Cyber-Bullying’. Simply due to the fact you do no longer see your aggressor, face-to-face does no longer lessen the effect they could have on a sufferer or sufferers as an ‘Invisible’ perpetrator. No person is exempt from the tactics used by the ‘Cyber-Bullies’, younger or antique, experienced or no longer within the methods of the Internet. Everyone is a goal, most effective experience, shared and then implemented information, observations exceeded to the precise authoritative parties and implemented diligence via each folk that use the Net, can subsequently gradual, halt, prevent and then start to opposite this fashion, this is seemingly out of manage, however, this isn’t so.

It isn’t always my aim to preach to the converted, or advise pointers to professionals inside the PC subject, instead of brass tack statistics that is without problems implemented by means of the general public. The majority of the tips right here do no longer want any programming abilities at all, Just a bit of common experience.

Every day a regular conflict waging against such humans, Regular perpetrators are caught, Normal new methods to avoid detection are created, and Normal methods to keep away from detection are destroyed, blocked from ever being used once more with the aid of them.

This conflict goes on behind the scenes; the perpetrators do now not convey a signal saying, “Hello, I’m a web Bully”. Likewise, those looking them do no longer bring a sign pronouncing, “I hunt Net Criminals”. No, it’s far a cloak and dagger business. As an everyday person of the Internet, you play a key position on this everyday struggle. Honestly with the aid of making use of some of the recommendation given beneath in your internet interest will help to make the Net safer and more difficult for the ‘Cyber-Bullies’ to reap their desires, less complicated for the Internet crime combatants to catch the offenders.

One in all the biggest assets of data to the ‘Cyber-Bully/ Crook’ is your ‘Hard force’ sure, the one you got rid of while you trashed your vintage computer. the only you threw in the rubbish when you upgraded to a bigger one. the only you offered so that you ought to find the money for the latest exquisite-duper higher PC that might do everything, however, make a cup-of-tea. Okay, you wiped it / formatted it / clever you! rather a case of ‘Silly you’ every Difficult force carries various personal information on it, from the cat’s birthday to Aunt Edna’s domestic cope with, from your electronic mail cope with an ebook on your private Financial institution details, all very beneficial statistics to the ‘Cyber-Bully/ Crook’. All recoverable through software you could most effective dream about, guess who has it? that is right you guessed efficaciously. Passing in your antique Tough force additionally, lets in the unlawful copying of prison ‘Working Systems’. As each illegal copy comes to the eye of Microsoft’, they’re locked + the original replica as nicely from any further updates. This is not a ‘make money’ pass its miles a ‘make safer’ the Internet move, all pirate software has flaws that permit insects, viruses and so forth onto the offending laptop ways easier than a ‘criminal’ updated comfortable ‘Running Gadget’ does.

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