#how are you supposed to caption art

[zero-six-one]

AAA spooky

[mbirnsings-71]

"You were born inside your head / And that is where you'll be when you are dead / You are just a boy, you are no man and / Nobody you know will understand" - Things to Do by Alex G

[cyellolemon]

Hi it's the same ocs. again :) always!

[semi-intentionalcringe]

Woahhh what the heck who knew i post art on tumblr??? Not me I guess.

Anyways I saw very good and lovely art by @sweetlambeyed of nun/cleric leafpool and I felt inspired to draw for the first time in a month. You can tell it's been ages cause this is NOT how I usually draw cats but it was this time I suppose. Ehhh anyways yeh.. what is a good caption anyways 👍

[xinganhao]

⛓️‍💥 svt trying (and failing) to gatekeep you.

ANON REQUESTED “SEVEN-I wanted to gatekeep you from everyone else but I failed-TEEN and their bff/gf??”

ⓘ INCLUDES: romance, fluff, humor. established relationships, use of pet names, mention of alcohol (soonyoung). headcanons under the cut. ・ NOTE: the laugh i let out when i saw this request. my favorite genre of svt fr. ‹𝟹

⛓️‍💥 how (and why) seventeen failed at gatekeeping you.

seungcheol posts a photo of you on weverse. it's simple enough: a picture of you across the table from him, smiling over a dinner date. the only caption is a single red heart emoji. the photo choice is intentional. he chose one where your face is clear and your identity is unmistakable, because he'll be damned if any other guy tries to hit you up when you're spoken for.

jeonghan falls into the rabbit hole of couple items. it starts with the phone cases, but it doesn't end there. clothes of the same style. shoes from the same brand. he swears he's not playing relationship olympics; it's just so clear to him that the two of you are the it couple. anybody who says otherwise can talk to your matching luxury bags, thank you very much.

joshua misses the fact that he hadn't switched instagram accounts. he has two: his work-sanctioned one, and the one where he keeps up with everybody that matters. the boys call it his 'shrine' for you, because that's where he actually keeps log of your little dates. until he accidentally posts it to his main. where's that damn delete button, and why is it so elusive?

junhui is on a roll during an interview. he's in a chatty mood, and he's feeling a little loose-lipped. when the interviewer cleverly asks about his love life— phrasing it like they already know he has one— jun is trapped. hook, line, sinker. he happily yaps about you, only to realize much later that may have not been the move. too late. the interview's already live.

soonyoung should have known that alcohol and a media engagement would not be a good combination. he had begged the producers to cut the footage out, but, alas; it was the most clickbait-y part of the video. how could they? now, everybody knows soonyoung can rant about how much he loves you for upwards of twenty minutes.

wonwoo isn't aware he was supposed to be gatekeeping you. one fine day, he drops a carousel of photos on his photography account. you're partially visible in some of them— the side of your face, the curve of your side, the flash of your grin. the two of you had been on vacation. the account is his archive, anyway; everyone else's opinion be damned. he wants to remember you like this.

it's not a name drop, but it's a close thing. jihoon's never been the type to declare things on sns, so he does it in the way that he knows. a throwaway lyric. an entire song. fine, maybe a mini-album. he could have an entire discography solely about you, if he's being honest. people can guess all they want. if you're immortalize in his song, then jihoon's job is done.

from the very beginning, seokmin has wanted to scream you off the rooftops. he holds back because he knows the consequences of going public. he can't resist it, though, and he eventually sneaks a photo or two into a photo carousel. he gets giddy at perfecting the soft launch, at nailing the art of perfectly-cropped photos and choice songs. it scratches that itch of his— the urge to have everybody know about you, while also keeping you to himself.

you and mingyu show up at fashion week, immaculately dressed from head to toe. talk about a hard launch! he giggles as he answers questions from interviewers. it's clear to everybody that he's absolutely smitten. there are literal models in front of him, and he's looking at you like you beat them out any day. he never really liked these types of events, but if he gets to have you at his side, looking like the goddess that you are— well. he might have to start responding to a couple more invites.

minghao shocks the entertainment industry with a well-worded essay on weibo about the importance of valuing an idol's private relationships. in true minghao fashion, he makes it abundantly clear how important boundaries are to him. buried underneath that is the confirmation that he is dating, yes, and that it's a part of his life he'll stake his career to defend. this is just his job, but loving you is part of his life.

seungkwan's cover of a western love song has fans swooning, but a dedication buried in the description of the youtube video has everybody flabbergasted. 'dedicated to my girl,' it simply says. no explanation. no name drop. seungkwan has a girl, and that's that. he accepts your wrath; he knows you'll secretly enjoy reading the absurd speculation with him. chaos is fun in moderation, and this is one of the ways seungkwan likes to poke the bear.

it's a series of unfortunate events for vernon. he posts a mirror selfie of himself— a rare one!— without knowing anyone can zoom in and see you on his bed, (thankfully) fully clothed but definitely looking very comfortable. like you belong there. he takes a long nap after, missing dozens of calls and waking up to hundreds of texts. oh, well. you were going to have to go public one day, anyway.

your privacy might have lasted if chan wasn't so damn obvious whenever the two of you were out and about. even on your most discreet dates, chan looks a little too happy to just be hanging out with a friend. the paparazzi catches wind. the final nail on the coffin is a close-up stolen photo of chan's lockscreen: a selfie of him planting a big, fat kiss on your cheek.

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[dark-l-angel]

Omg love you know what I have been thinking of? You know that trend on TikTok of filling a t-shirt with painted missed on some type of symbol ?

A while ago I saw a girl putting her paint kisses on a Batman symbol shape, and I just thought of dick grayson’s reaction.

I’m not one for cheesy things, but I just imagine doing that shirt for him (with a nightwing symbol ofc) and I just know he would be over the moon 😭

A/N : the Batboys getting gifted a shirt with a symbol kissed all over by you? Awww 💕🥰

Batfam x Reader - making them a kiss-painted shirts

You didn’t mean to start a war. Really.

It began as a silly idea, something you saw on TikTok: paint your lips, kiss a symbol onto a shirt, and gift it to someone you love.

So naturally… you made five.

Five shirts. Five symbols. Five completely different reactions.

Dick Grayson :

You saved his for last. Blue paint, the Nightwing symbol sketched lovingly across the chest. Every inch of it smudged with perfect, pouty kisses.

You don’t even get a full sentence out before he scoops you off the ground like you weigh nothing.

"You kissed the bird?"

"I kissed it a lot."

"You kissed the bird."

He’s spinning you in the kitchen, laughing like a man who just got proposed to.

"I’m never washing this shirt. I’m wearing it to bed. I'm wearing it to my funeral. Babe, you just made me a relic."

He takes a photo of it next to his abs. Posts it. Captions it: "She kissed me. On the bird. I win."

Jason Todd

You’re not sure how he’ll react, so you play it cool. His shirt is black, the bat symbol in red, your kisses in blood-red paint like lipstick stains on a crime scene.

He stares.

Long.

Silent.

Then:

"You do realize I’m gonna wreck this shirt jerking off to the idea of you doing it, right?"

You smack his arm. He grins like the menace he is and tosses it over his shoulder.

"Make me one with your real lipstick next time. And wear nothing but heels and a red lingerie while doing it."

Tim Drake

You hand him his shirt during one of his 3 a.m. caffeine binges, expecting a distracted glance.

Nope.

His tired eyes snap wide the second he registers the symbol… covered in crimson lip prints.

"Wait. Wait. You did this? With your mouth?"

He holds it like it’s a sacred text.

"This is… statistically speaking, the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for me. Do you have any idea what this’ll do to my oxytocin levels?".

You shrug. He immediately pulls you into his lap, shirt in one hand, your waist in the other.

"New rule. You don’t do arts and crafts for anyone but me."

Damian Wayne

You had to custom-print a tiny “R” logo for his, but it’s the only one with perfectly centered, crimson kisses all around it.

When you give it to him, he squints. Tilts his head.

"Did you damage your lips during this process?"

"No?"

"Hmm. Then I suppose I have no objection."

He immediately puts it on.

And doesn’t take it off.

For like, two days.

You catch him in the mirror, touching one of the kiss marks with the barest hint of a smirk.

"You have excellent aim, Beloved."

Bruce Wayne

Now this one? You expected confusion. Embarrassment. A gruff "thank you."

What you didn’t expect was the silence.

He stares at the bat symbol covered in red lips. Your lips.

He touches one with his gloved fingers like it's sacred.

"…You kissed every inch of it."

"Yeah."

"On purpose."

"Yeah, Bruce, that was kind of the point."

He sets the shirt down. Walks to you. Cups your face like you’re the only thing in the world not made of shadows.

"Do you have any idea what that does to me?"

Needless to say… he doesn’t wear it in public.

But he keeps it in the Batcave.

Right next to his suit.

Framed.

The conclusion my lovely lil kitten is:

no. You didn’t mean to start a war.

But now they’re all in quiet competition, seeing who gets the most kisses next time. Jason’s trying to make you paint his helmet. Tim’s trying to code a program that lets him detect how many lip marks are truly present. Dick’s commissioning a second shirt. Damian’s been spotted sketching his own designs for "future projects with your mouth" and Bruce? Bruce just added a lock to the Batcave display case.

You win, baby.

You always do.

[remxedmoon]

(You don’t know how much longer you can do this.)

hi the wip for this was absolutely not supposed to blow up. why does that have 1k notes. horrifying. anyways!!!! it’s update time baby!!!! 64 new assets this time around!

so that’s what the caption was supposed to be. this update was already pretty damn big and took a ton of time to make!!! and i was finally done!! but then my hand slipped and now we’re at 143 new assets. super sorry for the delay! That Was Not Supposed To Happen.

i’ll go more indepth below the cut, but this update encompasses all menu/profile art for both isat and sasasaap, battle portraits for sasasaap, every single pixel icon in isat (to my knowledge anyways), the dialogue skipping animations, and a few miscellaneous additions.

also i spent too much time on these to put them below the cut so Please God Look At My Icon Resprites I Spent 16 Hours On Them. enjoy!

okay first things first. why the hell is this batch 143 assets. so. i HEAVILY underestimated how many times the menu drawings are used in the games. even removing all of the custom art, it’s still ≈30-40 variations! that’s a lot! and once i finally finished everything, i got Posting Anxiety and somehow convinced myself that attempting Animation And Pixel Art (two things i haven’t done in YEARS) would be easier than writing a normal post. so here we are.

the custom art here is pretty much par for the course at this point. extra menu art for bonnie, extra expressions for the party in act 5, we’ve done this enough times that it’s expected. i am aware that bonnie’s custom menu art gets completely covered by the ui. i kept it in because it’s really funny (and also i didn’t feel like extending the sprite (but then the sasasaap version forced me to extend the sprite anyways so Whartever)).

once again, provided a spritesheet for sasasaap’s battle portraits! i do intend to cover both games, it’s just a slightly lower priority atm. unlike isat though, i’ve got Less (read “No”) experience with sasasaap, so there might be more issues with those assets?? apologies if there are, i’ll try to fix any issues that come up!

the Miscellaneous Additions i mentioned above are the sprites used on the teleport map and the loading screen, which is just a tiny version of the skipping animation. they were pretty small, so i figured i might as well get them out of the way!

not actually much to say about the 75 icons surprisingly! i haven’t done pixel art in about 5 years?? and that’s a Travesty actually these were super fun to make. i did make mockups for the overworld sprites earlier, but they aren’t Officially part of the redraws (yet) so they’re getting posted seperately

and also!! some exciting news!! this project might actually become a Proper Published Mod pretty soon!! i’ve been in contact with someone who’s willing to help me get everything set up, and i’ll be getting a Usable Computer around the end of the year!!!! it’ll still be at least a month before it’s up (i’d like to get the enemy art finished beforehand wauaua) but!!! still exciting!

okay, i think that’s everything relevant to the update!! i Definitely can’t fit all of the relevant assets here lol. but i’ll try my best ! please enjoy !!

[changbinniescurlyhair]

Stray Kids when their s/o finds out about their secret stan account

Pairing: SKZ x gn!reader

Warnings: Slight cursing.

A/N: Thanks for 200+ followers!! I really appreciate you all <3

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Chan <3

You find out when you're using his laptop and see a bookmarked tab labeled "chittychittychrisbangbang.tumblr.com."

At first, you're confused—did a fan send him something? Is he monitoring his tags?

Nope. It’s his.

And it's thriving.

He’s reblogging gifsets of himself, fanart, compilations titled “Bang Chan being a hot, caring leader for 7 minutes straight."

You even spot a post he made ranking his own stage outfits.

When you confront him, he doesn’t even pretend to deny it. Just shrugs and gives you that cheeky grin. “I mean, someone’s gotta appreciate me properly.”

He insists it's purely for “research” and “keeping up with what the fans like,” but then you see his comments like “he’s literally perfect 😭” under his own selfies.

You’re equal parts flabbergasted and impressed. Your account never did that well.

You tease him endlessly, but later that night, he catches you scrolling through the account, laughing.

“You like it?” he asks. “I’m your biggest fan, but apparently you’re your own second biggest.” “Damn right I am.”

Minho<3

You didn’t mean to snoop, but one day, you notice him being suspiciously quick to close an app on his phone when you walk in.

Later, while cuddling, you peek over his shoulder and catch him replying to a post: “Minho deserves more solo lines 😤”

Turns out, he runs a stan Twitter account dedicated to… himself.

Under a username that absolutely screams chaos: @minhothemenace.

You’re absolutely howling. “Are you seriously defending yourself in stan wars?” “No. I’m educating them.”

He posts fancams of himself, retweets fan art, and randomly tweets things like “Minho supremacy always” at 3 a.m. When you ask him why, he just shrugs.

“No one hypes me up like I do.”

You start helping him pick which clips to post, and once, you comment under his tweet with “marry me.”

He responds, “Already taken, loser. Try again.”

You love him. Deeply.

Changbin <3

You find out when you're helping him clean up and stumble upon a notebook titled: “Content ideas for @dwaekki_boi.”

When you open it, your jaw drops.

There are doodles, hashtags, captions—this man is running a full-blown fan account dedicated to himself like it’s a business. He posts thirst traps, mirror selfies, and gym clips with captions like “LOOK AT HIM 🔥🔥🔥”

And he always speaks in third person.

“Changbin is the blueprint.”

“Who gave him the right to look this good??”

You confront him, and he turns red instantly. “It’s for self-love purposes!!” He is a horrible liar

You don’t stop laughing for hours, but honestly, it’s kind of adorable how much he hypes himself up.

Later, he lets you make a guest post and you write, “He’s even better in person. I should know 😏”

He reposts it with “y’all jealous?”

This man is your biggest fan, and he’s also his own hype squad.

Hyunjin <3

You catch him mid-post one day, adjusting filters on a picture of his side profile.

The account? @Hyuneverlookedbetter.

You blink. He flinches.“You weren’t supposed to see that.”

You’re shocked, but then you see the page, and it’s... aesthetic perfection.

Pastels, moody lighting, captions like poetry: “a boy carved from marble and dipped in honey”He’s documenting his own beauty like he’s his own art piece.

Which honestly, he is. You ask if he runs it alone and he gives you a sheepish look. “Sometimes my mom helps.”

Of course she does.He’ll even do “fan interactions” and answer fake questions like: Q: how do you get your skin to glow like that? A: cry, sleep, moisturize.

You follow the account secretly and start leaving comments like “idk who this guy is but I’m in love.”

He pretends not to know it’s you, but likes every comment anyway.

Jisung <3

Oh, this man absolutely has a stan account and absolutely thought he was being slick news flash, he wasn't slick

It’s on TikTok, username something ridiculous like @quokka4lifeeeeeeeee, and it’s filled with chaotic edits of himself with random meme audio.

You find out when he accidentally airdrops you a video while editing it. You open it and it’s him slow-mo walking to “Careless Whisper” with a crown filter.

You stare at him.

He stares at you. "...You weren’t supposed to open that."

You laugh so hard you nearly cry. “Is this what you do instead of sleeping?” “Self-love, babe. Self. Love.”

You scroll through his content later and realize he’s genuinely good at editing. Transitions, voiceovers, captions—it’s a production.

He even does “duets” reacting to his own clips like a fanboy.

“I’d let him ruin my life,” he says about himself in one.

You're horrified and impressed.

But hey—you didn’t fall for an ordinary guy. You fell for a self-made fan of himself with mad TikTok skills.

Felix <3

You find out by accident when he’s showing you a recipe and a Reddit notification pops up.

You glance and catch the name “bakedwithfelix”—a username you swear you’ve seen in K-pop forums before.

Turns out, this sweet boy runs a hybrid fan/cooking account where he posts behind-the-scenes Felix content AND recipes inspired by Stray Kids eras.

Like “Red Velvet cupcakes for Red Lights era 😏”

You scroll through his posts.

One entry: “Felix’s freckles should be a UNESCO World Heritage Site.”

Another: “My sunshine boy deserves 10 more verses per song. I don’t make the rules.”

You look at him and he’s just smiling sheepishly. “I wanted to make people happy… and also remind them I’m cute.”

Presenting Felix, your adorable gremlin.

You help him film a cooking tutorial titled “How to make cookies that look like Felix” and it gets like 10k upvotes.

He’s beaming.

You’re dating an internet sweetheart and his fans don’t even know it’s you behind the camera.

Seungmin <3

You knew something was up when he kept smirking at random memes on his phone.

Turns out Seungmin runs a STAN ACCOUNT THAT ROASTS HIMSELF.

He posts unflattering screenshots from videos with captions like: “This is my bias but also he looks like a potato here.”

Or: “Seungmin’s vocals? Heavenly. Seungmin’s sneeze face? Cursed.”

You’re stunned. “Are you seriously cyberbullying yourself??” “It’s called balance.”

He’ll roast himself one minute, then turn around and drop a heart-fluttering appreciation post the next.

It’s so unhinged, but also weirdly charming.

He refuses to admit it's him though.

“Must be some fan with great taste,” he says coolly, while you literally watch him type a caption.

Later, you make a second account and post: “Seungmin is boyfriend material fr.”

He replies: “Whoever you are, you’re wrong.”

You fight him on main, giggling the whole time.

Jeongin <3

You found out purely by accident. He left his iPad open and you saw a tab titled “InnieUpdates 🐣”

You click it, expecting some fan blog—but it’s his.

Run by him.

And it’s so soft.

Posts like: “Jeongin’s laugh is my favorite sound in the world 🥺”

Or: “He gets more handsome every comeback… how??”

You sit there with your hand over your heart. This boy is his own #1 fan and it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

He walks in and freezes when he sees what you’re looking at. “I—it’s for fun!! It’s a joke!!”

It’s not. He even made an edit of himself with sparkles and soft music.

You tease him, but truthfully, your heart is melting.

Later, he shows you the drafts he never posted—ones with little rants about how hard he’s working and how he wants to make his fans proud.

You kiss his cheek and whisper, “You already do.”

He makes a post that night: “My s/o found my secret account… and they said I’m doing great. That’s enough for me.”

Tags: @jehhskz @true-queen-of-mischief

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[asexualzoro]

years ago i saw a couple of tweets by Joseph Fink, one of the writers of Welcome to Night Vale, which changed the way i talk/think about my writing forever. it’s supposed to be about submissions, but i think it’s true of sharing/posting your art or writing in any context, and it’s good to keep in mind before you talk about how bad your fic or art is in the summary/caption

[slut4megantheestallion]

⋆ ☆ Chloe price x 2000sbaddie!fem!reader gf

Warnings: Chloe price x fem reader, black!reader, 2000s, Chloe is a simple for the reader, fluff, reader is a baddie, wlw.

☆Chloe is down bad for you, and she doesn't even try to hide it at all. She didn't think she'd be the type to simp over someone so hard, but there she is, completely obsessed with you.

☆You are the baddest thing to ever walk into her life, and she knows it. Baby tees, low-rise jeans, fresh acrylic nails tapping on your phone screen, lip gloss always poppin' and a face card that never declines-yeah, Chloe never had a chance.

☆Your style is immaculate, and Chloe is constantly in awe. She'll sit back, arms crossed, biting her lips as she watches you put together an outfit like it's a runway show. She doesn't know how you always pull off the perfect look, but she respects the hell out of it

☆She's your biggest fan, Chloe hypes you up like it's her full-time job. The second she lays eyes on you, she's grinning, whistling, borderline drooling - it's ridiculous.

☆Damn, babe... you trying to kill me? Like, what am I even supposed to do when you look this good?

☆"No, seriously, how? How do you always eat like this? I'm conversation you sold your soul for this level of perfection."

☆If you take too long getting ready, she won't even complain. Instead, she'll be lounging on your bed, watching you like a lovesick idiot, head propped up on her hand. She eats this up.

☆"I could sit here and watch you all day... You're like a work of art, babe."

☆She's taking pictures of you ALL THE TIME.

☆She's got a whole album in her phone labeled "My Goddess" (yes, she's dramatic like that.)

☆She posts you on her story with captions like, "Life isn't fair. How am I supposed to function with this woman walking around looking like THAT?"

☆If you let her take Polaroid pictures of you, she'll stick them in her wallet, on her walls, and even inside her truck just to see your face everywhere.

☆She constantly brags about you constantly. You are her greatest flex, and she makes sure everyone knows.

☆She brings you up in conversations for no reason.

☆If Max or Rachel says literally anything, Chloe would be like,

☆"That reminds me - my girlfriend is so hot. Wanna see pictures?"

☆If you post a fire selfie, she's the first in the comments, typing out paragraphs about how insanely fine you are.

☆"Y'all see what I'm working with???? Y'all wish. Y'ALL WISH."

☆If someone randomly stares at you too long, Chloe is grinning like a smug bastard because, duh, of course they're staring. But they can look all they want - you're hers.

☆"They're just mad they could never pull someone like you. Can't blame 'em. I'd be sick, too."

☆She's obsessed with your style. Chloe loves how put together you always are. She can't relate, but she's obsessed with it.

☆Some days, you're Y2k baddie realness- velour tracksuits, tinted sunglasses, lips lined to perfection. Other days, you're in baggy jeans and a baby tee. Looking like you walked out of a 2003 music video. And no matter what you wear, Chloe is in the background, losing her mind over it.

☆At first, she acted like she didn't care about shopping, but now? She'll hold your bag, give outfit opinions, and even suggest pieces she thinks would look good on you.

☆"Okay, okay, what if we go for, like, the ultimate hot girl look? Low- rise jeans, one of those teeny little crop tops that show off your stomach? Ugh, I'm so fucking lucky."

☆If you do her makeup or hair, she's melting. Completely whipped!!

☆If you do a lil makeover, she's looking in the mirror like,

☆"Holy shit... You made me look so hot. How did you-?"

☆Chloe's possessive over you, but in the chillest way possible.

☆Chloe isn't subtle about claiming you.

☆Arm around your waist all times.

☆Hand on your thighs whenever you sit next to her.

☆If someone gets too comfortable around you, Chloe pulls you closer just to send a message.

☆"Yeah, babe, come sit on my lap- wait, you're already sitting? Okay, whatever, just be closer."

☆If someone tries to flirt with you, she's watching with the biggest smirk on her face. She's not jealous because she knows you're hers, but she loves watching people make a fool of themselves.

☆when you shut them down, she leans in, all smug, whispering,

☆"Damn, they really thought they had a shot? That's hilarious."

☆If you're ever upset, Chloe is ready to throw hands.

☆"Nah, who got you fucked up? Let's go, babe - I'll fight 'em right now."

☆She adores you, period. Chloe never thought she'd fall for you this hard, but here she is, completely wrapped around your finger.

☆She lives for your confidence. The way you walk, the way you talk, and the way you own every room you step into - it drives her crazy in the best way possible.

☆She secretly writes about you in her journal. Filling pages with little doodles of your name, random thoughts about how much she loves your smile, and notes like,

☆"I have no idea how I got someone this perfect. Like, I genuinely think I won the lottery. What the fuck."

☆If she's ever feeling low, she'll scroll through her pictures of you, read your old texts, or just stare at you like a lovesick fool.

☆If you catch her, she'll smirk and shrug.

☆"What? I just like looking at my girl, sue me."

☆Overall, Chloe is your biggest fan, protector, hype woman, and personal simp, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

[cheolieji]

Palace boyfriend - kwon soonyoung

wc: 722

pairings: Idol!hoshi x Royal!reader

royal au, idol au

fluff

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A/N1: I felt like we had to get into how they got to know one another first before going to engagements/events together yk?

A/N2: This was a request but I accidentally deleted the ask: [Hiiiii this is a very random request lol i saw some royals in my fyp lol and i thought of something lol SO RANDOM LIKE could you write idol (any member) x royal reader lol like she's part of the royal family in japan or any royal families, they would have attended some engagements, and also the members would be like how did you bagged a royal 🤨🤨🤨⁉️⁉️ yeah people would be crazy seeing them (i hope this is not too weird lol) ]

No one quite knows how you ended up here. Least of all, Hoshi's own members.

They’re scattered around the practice room, towels around their necks, breath still heavy from rehearsal. When you walk in, flanked by two palace guards dressed in navy and silver, the room falls into stunned silence. You’re not supposed to be here. Not in Seoul. Not in an idol dance studio. You’re supposed to be in Arvenhall, attending diplomatic meetings, sipping tea from porcelain cups that cost more than most cars. But here you are. In sneakers. Hair loose. And when Hoshi sees you, his grin nearly splits his face.

"You're early!" he laughs, jogging over like it’s the most normal thing in the world. Like you’re not a literal princess.

Jeonghan is the first to break. He nudges Seungkwan so hard the younger stumbles.

"Tell me I'm hallucinating," Jeonghan whispers, eyes wide. "Is that Princess you-know-who?"

Seungkwan just gapes. "Bro. That’s not even a princess. That’s the princess."

Joshua, ever the gentleman, gives you a polite bow, though his eyes flick to Hoshi with thinly veiled confusion. "We didn’t know you’d be visiting today, Your Highness."

You offer him a smile, the kind you’ve been trained to perfect. But then Hoshi takes your hand, fingers lacing through yours with such casual ease it sends the room into chaos.

Mingyu chokes on his water.

"Hyung. What. Since when?" Dino blurts.

Hoshi just laughs again. Carefree. Unbothered. Proud. "Since always. She's my girlfriend."

It’s said so simply. Like it’s the most obvious fact in the universe. Like the headlines didn’t just scream with speculation for weeks when you were first spotted together at the Seoul Arts Center. Like the diplomatic nightmare your security team had to manage wasn’t a thing. Like you’re not royalty and he’s not the tiger-eyed performance team leader of Seventeen.

When the company officially confirmed the relationship this morning, chaos was an understatement.

Your country’s palace press room nearly crashed from the overload of inquiries.

Social media exploded.

#HoshiPrincess was the number one trend worldwide within fifteen minutes.

Most of the fans were still reeling. There were edits of you wearing his concert merch. Fan art of Hoshi bowing like a courtier while you pretend not to smile. Videos of your brief public appearances were dissected frame by frame.

One particular clip of you watching Seventeen perform at a charity gala, eyes gleaming as Hoshi dances, went viral. The caption was simple. "This is how you look at someone you’re proud of."

Hoshi squeezes your hand gently. You glance up at him, and just like always, his eyes soften. Not a prince. Not an idol. Just Soonyoung.

"She said she liked my choreography the first time we met," he says, turning back to the members like it explains everything. "And then I asked her out."

"You asked a princess out," Seungkwan repeats, somewhere between horrified and impressed. "Like it was nothing."

"It wasn’t nothing," Hoshi says, serious now. "It was everything."

The room goes quiet again.

You feel the weight of their stares. Not hostile. Just curious. Like they’re trying to understand how this even happened.

The truth is, you liked that he didn’t treat you like porcelain. Like you were allowed to laugh loudly around him. Like you could sneak away from suffocating duties and find freedom in a boy who danced like his soul was on fire.

"She deserves someone who’s not afraid of who she is," Hoshi continues, smiling at you in that soft, devastating way, "And I'm not afraid."

You squeeze his hand back.

There’s a beat of silence.

Then Seungcheol groans, throwing his head back dramatically. "I feel like I need to sit down. Our Hoshi? Our loud, tiger-obsessed Hoshi bagged a princess? What timeline is this?"

Jun snickers. "Clearly, the best one."

And just like that, the room eases. Jokes start flying. Jeonghan casually mentions royal bodyguards in group chat. Dino asks if you’ll teach them palace etiquette. Mingyu wonders if palace chefs can cook as well as he does.

Outside the practice room, the world keeps spinning. Fans keep screaming. Articles keep being written.

But in here, you’re just his.

And Hoshi?

He looks at you like you hung the stars.

[holyblonded]

Is chickie in the Barca gc because it’s literally the only thing Leah will allow because she can’t remove her (it happened before and alexia added chickie back and sent Leah a colourful paragraph on how chickie is staying in the gc)

🇮🇪😛

okay last ask (maybe) before i sleep. and this is such a funny ask omg

— chickie is technically not supposed to be in the barça girls group chat. leah is trying to maintain some kind of loyalty structure at arsenal, but it’s a losing battle.

— she caught chickie scrolling through the barça gc once during a team meeting and immediately snatched the phone. “why are you even in that? you don’t play for them.”

— chickie, with a mouth full of grapes, “but i vibe with them.”

— leah removed her out of the gc. bad move.

— two hours later, alexia re-added chickie with a dramatic “i will die on this hill” monologue. the paragraph she sent leah was so cutting and eloquent that vicky printed it out and stuck it on her locker like a work of art.

— it started with “you can’t simply delete joy” and ended with “chickie stays. forever. accept it.”

— leah, defeated and holding her forehead, just sighed. “she’s fifteen. fifteen.”

— now chickie lives in that chat.

— she doesn’t talk much unless they specifically call her out, but she’s always lurking. reacting with gifs. throwing in a meme. sometimes just sends a photo of her snack with “thinking of u lot rn.”

— they eat it up.

— jana made her a custom barça gc pfp. chickie keeps it.

— syd put her under “princess chaos” in her contacts.

— pina gave her a fake little player card that says “fc barça (honorary menace division).”

— leah tried again once to remove her and got flooded with blurry photos of cat culer looking sad.

— one of them was captioned “you did this.”

— chickie printed that one out and put it on leah’s fridge.

— steph doesn’t even try anymore. she’s just like, “as long as she’s not trying to move, i’ll let her keep her little friends.”

— leah still grumbles under her breath every time chickie giggles at her phone.

— “barça this, barça that… tell me what’s so funny.”

— chickie shows her a cursed meme of cat culer holding a trophy with ‘chickie come home’ edited on it

— leah mutters, “i hate it here.”

— but deep down, even leah can’t deny how happy chickie is with them.

— she just took a long sip of her tea and said, “fine. but if she starts speaking catalan in her sleep, i’m calling sam.”

— she’s already speaking catalan in her sleep. alexia has the voice notes.

[rottenpumpkin13]

The SOLDIERS each have a pretty popular Tik Tok page. What do they post?

Sephiroth: Has never downloaded the app, doesn't know what TikTok is, doesn't want to know, doesn't care. The scrolling, constant flashing and sound loops give him a headache and he refuses to engage. And yet his TikTok has 12.7 million followers. Managed entirely by PR (and Zack, who insists he's "preserving history"), the page is made up of candid videos of Sephiroth doing mundane things—doing paperwork, mid-battle, slicing an apple with Masamune, slowly turning his head when someone says his name. He has no idea any of it is online. Most viral video: him staring out a rainy window for three minutes while Mad World by Gary Jules plays in the background.

Angeal: Posts wholesome shirtless cooking videos. The first one happened because his apartment got too hot and he figured "shirtless is shirtless, it's not that deep." The comments were overwhelmingly thirsty, but Angeal, bless his dense little heart, mistook it all for body positivity. He now regularly says things like "All bodies are good bodies, now let's talk meatballs" while cracking eggs with forearms carved by the gods. He earnestly replies to comments like "sit on me, chef" with things like "Make sure to hydrate and stretch!" Thinks "I'll take his tip 😩" is about culinary advice. No one tell him.

Genesis: Was supposed to be a ✨gorgeous aesthetic page✨. Soft lighting, poetry recitations, posed videos of himself while Lana Del Rey plays in the background. For a few weeks, it was art. Then someone left a comment saying "You're not even the hottest SOLDIER," and he snapped. Now his page is 80% drama. Live readings of anonymous follower DMs. Stitches where he critiques and judges people. He almost got banned when he stitched a video from Rufus' page where he was showing his usual morning skincare routine and called him a "clown with a ring light."

Zack: The definition of TikTok influencer. Does every dance trend with too much energy, lip-syncs to audios that have been dead for a week, posts gym thirst traps, POV videos, and prank videos that mostly involve trying to jump-scare Sephiroth (and failing).

Kunsel: Banned within his first 24 hours on the platform. His first and only video started as a PSA about internet safety. He opened with: "TikTok isn't secure. I will now demonstrate how easily you can be doxxed." Caption: "Comment below if you consent to be doxxed as a learning exercise :)"

User0954788 commented: "shut up nerd."

The user was Reno. Kunsel revealed his name, full address, Shinra ID number, and a video of him crying at a karaoke bar in one stitch.

[mattslolita]

plane to paris - c. sturniolo

in which ... having been in love with him for years, you confess your undying affection for chris just moments before you meet your demise. ( best friend!chris x black!fem!reader )

warnings ; pure sadness, mentions of death, angst, crying

"𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏' 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒔𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖."

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰

"now boarding, paris, france at gate seven."

you sighed gently, checking your pocket to make sure that your passport and plane ticket were present — this art gala in which you were invited to showcase your own art would be an amazing experience, as well as a much needed vacation from the things you faced at home. the life surrounding your best friends was something they loved you to be apart of, but you couldn't shake the suffocating feeling it gave you. of course, it didn't necessarily have anything to do with their fame — the problem is between you and your best friend chris. but honestly speaking? this problem had grown when you made the mistake of slowly falling in love with him over the years.

anybody with eyes and common sense could see how you cared for chris — everyone except himself. you'd follow him blindly to the ends of the earth like the lovesick young girl you had been, and over time you learned to hide it from everyone; you lied, saying it was a silly crush that you had eventually grown out of. but you couldn't lie to yourself — you would always love chris.

taking one last look at the airport, you get your passport and ticket scanned, then hurriedly walk past the gate. pausing just briefly, you look up and examine the delta airlines with its door open, urging you forward. just then, you feel a wave of uncertainty — something inside was telling you that things were a little off; you quite possible could have been about to make a mistake. but your heart was telling you that for once, you needed a break from the seemingly never ending unrequited love cycle you fell into with chris.

once on the plane, you walked down the row until you reached your designated seat — you hoisted your bags overhead of you just as a sweet looking older woman came to reside next to you, carrying nothing but a pocketbook and gold fountain pen. you take the window seat and she casts you a warm smile as she sits down next to you.

"and what takes you to paris, my dear?" the woman asks you, her eyes twinkling curiously as she studies you.

"oh, um there's an art gala that i'm supposed to be attending," you explain to her, "they're gonna present my art, too."

"that's just wonderful!" the woman smiles, but she tilts her head at you, "and you're going alone? no handsome young man will accompany you?"

you laugh sadly, shaking your head. "i'm afraid i'll be making this trip by myself."

she nods to you in content, and that's when you notice she takes her pocketbook out as well as the fountain pen, which piques your interest. "may i ask what you're writing?"

"why, today's no better time but to write my will," the older woman tells you. as she looks into your eyes, you notice a glimmer in them, sparking up the uncertainty you felt moments before you boarded the plane.

you nod in understanding, deciding to take your phone out of your pocket — opening instagram, you snap a quick picture and caption it 'taking off.' you added the location of the boston airport then posted it to your story, letting out a small breath; then you took your airpods out and clicked shuffle on a playlust, enjoying the music that flowed throughout your ears, as the plane ascended into the sky.

chris sturniolo had finally been able to have a break from his job, and he and his brothers decided they would come back to boston to visit their parents and best friends — nathan doe and y/n l/n were chris's best friends who lived in their hometown, and he didn't get to see them as much anymore.

truth be told he missed the days of their youth when they'd spend every day attached to each other's hips; chris and y/n were thick as thieves, and he missed his partner in crime — her smile, her laugh, the usual box braids she wore with the charms he helped put in her hair, the way she could walk into a room and instantly make those around her happier, her artistic nature...

unfortunately though when chris had arrived with his brothers at nate's house, he informed them about your art gala in paris that would display your art. he couldn't be happier for you, as he knew art was one of your greatest passions — he just wished he'd had the chance to say goodbye and good luck to you before you departed.

when you and chris were twelve years old, your father up and left out of the blue one night; the next morning, you found a note he wrote to you — he ended it saying 'this isn't a goodbye, y/n. i'll see you later.' from then on whenever you and chris departed from each other, you never said goodbye — it was always see you later.

chris, his brothers, and nate currently resided on nate's living room couch to watch the celtics basketball game that was taking place at the moment. if you had been there watching with them, you would've been laughing with nick about how overdramatic nate, chris, and matt were being. he smiled at the thought, picking his phone up from the side of him as the game continued.

he opened instagram, and your story popped up first much to his relief — a picture of the wing of the delta airline plane stared back at him, as well as the caption 'taking off' with a white heart residing next to it. chris smiles and presses a like to the story, silently hoping that you smiled at the notification.

just then a strange feeling tugs at chris's heart; and he realizes he'll be missing you longer than he thought.

he reaches for the remote that sits on the dining table in front of the four boys, causing nate to furrow his eyebrows at the boy. "c'mon man, what're you doin?"

"m'just turning it up some," chris explains.

his finger however misses the volume button and lands on the channel one instead, causing nate and matt to groan furiously as it switches to the news.

"dude, you just-"

"hold on, quiet for a sec," chris says suddenly as his eyes find themselves glued to the headline staring back at him.

"just in about an hour earlier, delta airlines plane to paris catches fire and crashes just before reaching new york. no information yet on what caused the fire, but the innocent lives of 200 passengers including the plane's captain had been lost today on this tragic afternoon."

chris feels his heart drop and sink to his knees, frozen in place as tears fill his vision, blurring his waterline — matt is quick to get up and curse profanities as tears stream down his face, whilst he shakes his head; nick cries to their parents on the phone, telling them that it wasn't fair; nate babbles about how it couldn't be y/n's plane from boston as tears cascade down his cheeks.

chris can hardly breathe in this moment, hearing his heart beat wildly in his eardrums — no, he refused it. there was just no way that she was gone. he wanted to sue boston airport for allowing a faulty plane the permission to even take off.

how could they take off with you on that plane?

it wasn't fair — you were so good, so pure at heart. you had an amazing soul, always helping and giving to those around you whether it was monetary or as simple as a much needed hug. and oh, the way you loved — you loved people with such a strong force that anyone around you could feel the aura, could see the love you projected. chris has witnessed it more times than he can count.

he knew it because of the way you loved him — and for so long, chris wanted to love you with the same force you loved him.

a ding from chris's phone causes him to look at the cellular device in disdain, expecting either his parents or your mother to have been calling him — what he didn't except, was to see a voicemail.

from your number, that only just came through.

"she called me?" chris whispers, his voice cracked and barely audible, but it was enough to make nick, matt, and nate stop in their tracks. chris hesitantly presses play on the recording, holding the phone to his ear has his glossy eyes remain glued to the tv screen in front of him.

"hi, chris.

before i got on this plane, i sensed this weird feeling that i can't really explain for some reason. originally i was gonna facetime the groupchat when i landed, but then i looked over to my sweet older lady friend next to me, and she was writing her will. and it made me realize tomorrow isn't promised so if i don't say something now, you might never know it.

i love you, chris. more than you'll ever know, and not in the way of just friends. i'm in love with you, and i have been since we were kids. i'm not sure that i always did a good job at hiding it, since nick and nate used to tease me about it for the longest. matt would too, but he was definitely understanding about it. they were always telling me that i needed to confess to you, but i was too scared to ruin our friendship and lose you altogether. and besides, i'm almost certain that the way you loved me was strictly platonic. i want you to know that i would never get mad at you for not reciprocating it, because you can't force what you don't feel.

if by a miracle though you did feel the same at some point, i understand how difficult i probably made it for you to want to express your feelings to me. i've always been extremely happy for you and your past girlfriends because even if it wasn't with me, one thing i always wanted was for you to be happy, no matter what. i'm so thankful to have you as my best friend, and i wouldn't trade you for the world. even if i have to do it in silence, i will be in love with you till i die, and even after.

mon amour, je suis tellement désolée merci de me faire sentir aimée je sais que j'ai besoin de toi je t'aime pour toujours je promets que ce n'est pas un au revoir

i'll see you later, chris."

( lilly's section 💌 )

this is my sign to stop listening to plane to paris on repeat😭🙏 but i absolutely love nessa DOWNNN so yeah. i really hope y'all liked this fic ! muah, i love you all always. 💌

@luverboychris @muwapsturniolo @mrssturnioloo @mattsturniolosleftnut @sturnprime @thenickgirl @guccifrog @nickgetsmewetter @eyeliketoeatpoosay @e1ias3 @sp3aknaur @middlepartmatt @summerssover @riasturns @sturn777 @l0akkzz @hysteria-things @pinksturniolo @chrissturniolossidehoe @chris-slut @hoesformatt @raysmayhem-72 @lanas-doll @chrisssluttywaist @mbbsgf @jetaimevous @chaossturns @cottoncandyswisherz @oliviasturniolo21

[petermorwood]

Recently I got roped (ha) into an Age of Sail roleplay, and decided I wanted to play the ship's cook. I then realized I don't know too much about provisioning a ship in the Age of Sail! I figured you'd be the sort of fellow to know where I could find resources on that kind of information though?

Well, for a start I recommend sending a similar Ask to @ltwilliammowett (Beat To Quarters) who knows far more about The Age of Sail / Wooden Ships & Iron Men subject than I do.

*****

In the meanwhile here are a couple of books, both of which you may well be able to get through your library, or buy pretty cheaply for your research library. They're also an entertaining read.

The first was recommended to me by Terry Pratchett - "'If you haven't read it, you should!" - when we were at a con together and he was researching "Nation".

It's "Feeding Nelson's Navy" by Janet MacDonald, available here as an ebook and from Amazon as a Kindle Unlimited free read.

The second is "Lobscouse & Spotted Dog" by Anne Chotzinoff Grossman & Lisa Grossman Thomas.

Funny how both books use the same period image - "Shipmates Carousing Below Decks" by William Pyne - as cover art.

"Lobscouse" deals with the same period as "Navy", while also being the author-approved official cookbook of Patrick O'Brian's "Aubrey / Maturin" novels.

Here's a Reddit about making dishes from it, and here's a blog page about making Spotted Dog and why Suet Makes a Difference.

I've already posted about the role correct cooking fats play in making traditional dishes "taste right", and since Atora brand makes both carnivore and vegetarian suets, it's worth tracking down.

Here's a blog page which summarises the Age of Sail diet - think of it as an exam crib to tide you over until you get the books and learn more.

*****

Here's Max Miller of "Tasting History" making lobscouse:

And here are Dylan Hollis and Max making that ubiquitous on-board delicacy and culinary ingredient, ship's biscuit (hardtack / hard-tack / hard tack).

Something very similar was still issued as a ration item at the beginning of the 20th century and into World War One. J.R.R. Tolkien would certainly have encountered Biscuits, Ration, H&P, Army No.4...

...and may well have used them as a basis for the waybread "cram" as mentioned in "The Hobbit" and "The Lord of the Rings". This description has the ring (hah!) of familiarity about it.

"If you want to know what cram is, I can only say that I don’t know the recipe; but it is biscuitish, keeps good indefinitely, is supposed to be sustaining, and is certainly not entertaining, being in fact very uninteresting except as a chewing exercise." "The Hobbit" ch.13, "Not at Home"

No.4 biscuits were so hard that soldiers could use them as substitutes for wood...

...and Nelson's sailors probably did the same with theirs.

*****

Terry Pratchett took this wooden quality and - with the dial turned up to eleven - transformed it into the rocky quality of Dwarf bread.

Here's a health nut's real-life version of a healthy nut loaf...

...while this is an example of sedimentary conglomerate rock.

With a bit of judicious cropping, the captions could be swapped and a casual glance would never notice.

Of course this post wouldn't be complete without a certain GIF.

So...

*****

To finish, a few links to more video.

One (12 years ago).

Two - 1 year, including some of the ship's biscuit made in that first one (!)

Three - also 1 year, featuring other dishes - pease pudding ("dog's body"), lobscouse and plum duff. Oh, and ship's biscuit ...

Those are from Townsends, another great source for 18th century food and cooking.

This last example is by Dan Snow, in an extract from a longer History Hits documentary, and is a short general overview of period Navy rations - and of course, ship's biscuit... :->

HTH !

[yukkiji]

the color of you

painting with bachira was supposed to be just a fun, messy kind of date—sunshine, color-splattered clothes, and a little harmless teasing. but between soft glances and shared memories, something warmer begins to take shape. and when he posts your finished masterpiece online with a cryptic caption, the fans start to wonder… but only you know that yellow has always meant you.

blue lock masterlist. leave a little stardust on my ko-fi

starring. bachira meguru x fem!reader

genre: fluff, romance

wc: 1.2k

author's note: this is a bit self indulgent since i really want to experience going on a painting date

the sun stretches lazily across the sky, lighting the grass in patches of gold as you sit side by side with bachira meguru on a worn-out picnic mat. he hums as he paints, brush in one hand, palette balanced on his thigh. you’re both surrounded by open tubes of acrylic, half-used paper towels, and the smell of fresh earth and turpentine.

his hoodie sleeves are rolled up, and there’s a bold smear of yellow on his cheek that you’re almost certain he put there on purpose. his hair is tied loosely at the back of his neck, a few strands falling in front of his face as he leans toward his canvas. the light catches in his eyes, and for a moment, you forget how to breathe.

“you’re doing that thing again,” he says without looking up.

“what thing?”

“looking at me like i’m a painting you don’t want to mess up.”

you blink, caught. “maybe you are.”

bachira snorts, dipping his brush into blue. “if i’m art, i’m abstract as hell.”

“that tracks.”

you glance down at your own canvas. you haven’t painted much yet. a soft background wash, some pale oranges and cool shadows. you're not sure if it’s supposed to be a landscape or a feeling.

“why do you always start with yellow?” you ask suddenly, eyeing the streak of sunlit gold that runs diagonally across his canvas.

“because it’s loud,” he says simply. “it demands space.”

you watch him work for a moment. “kind of like you.”

he grins. “exactly like me.”

the moment is peaceful, but your mind drifts back—just once—toward the day that started all of this. the first brushstroke that changed everything.

it was early spring, and you'd snuck up to the school rooftop to paint after a long week of exams. the sky had been grey and heavy, your mood matching the weather. you just wanted space. quiet.

but when you pushed open the rooftop door, bachira was already there—dribbling a soccer ball barefoot across the concrete, his headphones blasting something energetic.

he noticed you, smiled, and said nothing.

you hesitated, but sat down anyway, pulling out your sketchpad and watercolors.

ten minutes passed. he didn’t leave.

then, without warning, he jogged over and plopped down beside you.

“whatcha painting?”

“nothing yet,” you said. “i was going to do the skyline, but the clouds are kind of ruining it.”

“then paint the clouds.”

“they look heavy.”

“so? heavy can be beautiful.”

you turned to him. “you paint?”

“sometimes,” he said, grinning. “when i can’t score goals, i make my own.”

he borrowed your brush without asking and painted a messy swirl of grey and gold in the corner of your page.

“it’s a storm,” he said. “but it’s clearing up.”

you stared at it, surprised. “that’s… actually kind of nice.”

he nudged your shoulder. “told you. i’m full of surprises.”

that was the first time you painted together. the first time he quietly sat with you, not needing to fill every second with words or motion. the first time he made you feel like maybe your quiet didn’t need to be fixed—just shared.

“hey,” he says now, breaking you out of the memory. “do you ever think about that day on the roof?”

you blink. “i was just thinking about it.”

he sets his brush down and leans back on his hands, gazing up at the sky the same way he did back then. “that was the first time i thought—‘huh. maybe quiet isn’t scary.’”

you glance at him. “what did you think it was before?”

“lonely,” he says simply. “but you made it soft.”

you reach over and swipe your thumb gently along his cheek, smudging the yellow paint.

“hey!”

“payback,” you say, smiling.

“oh, it’s war now,” he warns.

you barely have time to dodge before he grabs a brush and streaks a line of pink across your forehead. you gasp and lunge for him, and the two of you end up tangled together on the grass, laughing until you’re breathless.

eventually, the giggles settle into silence. his head rests beside yours, your fingers idly playing with the frayed hem of his hoodie.

“i like days like this,” he says, voice softer now. “where we don’t have to be anything but here.”

you hum in agreement.

then he rolls onto his side and looks at you—really looks.

“you know i like you, right?” he asks.

it’s not a confession out of nowhere. it’s something that’s been there, woven into paint-stained fingers and late-night doodles and quiet companionship. but hearing it aloud still makes your heart skip.

you nod, lips parting. “i know. i like you too.”

he smiles—not his usual wolfish grin, but something gentler, more careful.

then he leans forward and kisses you. light, tentative. like a brushstroke he’s still unsure will dry the way he hopes.

it’s warm. familiar. just right.

when he pulls back, he bumps your forehead with his.

“we should paint more storms together,” he whispers.

you smile, paint on your face, grass in your hair, and his heartbeat echoing somewhere beneath it all.

“only if we make them yellow.”

a few days later, curled up on your bed with sketchpads scattered around you like fallen leaves, you catch a glimpse of something familiar on your screen.

it’s the painting.

the one you made with bachira.

he’s posted it online—a photo taken in natural light, where every color pops exactly how you remember it. his signature bold streaks of yellow dance across the page, colliding with your gentler hues like sunbursts on a rainy canvas. and in the middle, barely noticeable unless you knew where to look, are your initials intertwined with his in the softest black ink.

he hadn’t told you he was going to post it.

but there it is—his brushstrokes, your fingerprints, your afternoon stretched across canvas and time.

beneath the painting, he’s left a single sentence.

no emojis. no tags. just the quiet kind of sentence that lingers longer than it should.

"yellow feels like you."

the words settle somewhere behind your ribs, warm and heavy. you can almost hear him saying it in that gentle, unhurried way of his—the way he talks when he’s not trying to be funny or loud or anything else but honest.

it’s subtle, the kind of post that only someone who knows would recognize for what it really is. but the ripple it causes is instant. not loud, not dramatic, just… curious. like the moment before a secret slips.

you can picture his fans now, scrolling with wide eyes and tilted heads, wondering who this “you” might be. they don’t know. and they won’t—not yet. but the painting says enough.

later, when you ask him why he posted it, he shrugs with a crooked grin.

“felt like time.”

he doesn't explain further, but he doesn't have to.

he looks at you the same way he looked at the canvas that day—like whatever you are together is something he wants to keep coloring into the world, one brushstroke at a time.

you think about the paint smudged on your clothes, the wind in your hair, the way his fingers had trembled just a little when he kissed you. and now this—this quiet, public sort-of love letter disguised as art.

you press your fingers against your lips, remembering.

and you smile.

because you don’t need a caption to tell you.

you already know exactly what yellow feels like.