Hidekane Pls! Maybe A Cute Au With These Two Lovelies~ ?? TY

hidekane pls! maybe a cute au with these two lovelies~ ?? TY

Aaah, I wish I had the time to flesh this story out properly, but it’s an AU I’ve been thinking about for a while now! :D Thank you for asking for HideKane ~ I’m always a sucker for these two dorks. (>.

Summer and winter don’t mix. At least, not in Kaneki’s mind they don’t. His predecessor, Arima, told him this before he left everything to Kaneki and turned into dust. Summer and winter can never meet. This is why spring and fall exist. To separate the two forever.But, because of one too many reasons, here he is, sitting atop the school roof with Spring, Summer, and Fall and having some kind of peaceful lunch hour.Spring is a kind-hearted and soft girl named Yoriko. She reminds Kaneki a lot of the cherry blossoms that fill the air whenever it’s her time to perform the ritual. Fall is a sharp-tongued girl, a little rough around the edges, named Touka. Summer, on the other hand, is a force entirely on his own. His smile is brilliant and his golden brown hair catching the light made him look like the sun itself. He has a natural warmth that comes with his unbridled mirth and energy. Typical of a Summer.“Er,” Kaneki says, interrupting whatever the other three were talking about (probably the upcoming school trip), “I still don’t understand why we’re hanging out like this. Isn’t this against the tradition?” He’s looking at Touka, Fall, his partner. The one who’s supposed to keep him from being within a ten kilometre radius of Summer.Touka jerks her thumb at Yoriko. “Don’t look at me. It was her idea. I just go along with whatever she wants.”“Oh, Touka,” Yoriko pouts. “You told me you agreed with me!”“Well. It’s true that the tradition is a bunch of dusty farts.”“Dusty old farts seconded,” Summer pipes up.Kaneki frowns as the conversation is entirely derailed. In the end, the other three assure him that tradition can go chuck itself in the garbage. He isn’t wholly convinced. Not even a little bit.Summer scares him. The heat terrifies him.

Months pass and somehow he and Hide—Summer—walk home together every so often. He thinks Hide has a scant sense of humour. Hide thinks Kaneki makes a lot of funny faces whenever they’re together. They laugh together now. They lend each other school supplies and books. They while the weekends away at each other’s houses. But still, Kaneki is afraid. So they never touch. Not a single brush of skin against skin.Hide’s inclination toward horseplay makes this difficult, but Kaneki does his best and finally, Summer gets the message.It makes Kaneki rather lonely.

Spring and Fall are joined at the hip. Kaneki can say the same about himself and Hide. Whenever he and Hide make plans to go home together, he can see Yoriko and Touka watching them intently. He wonders if this is something their predecessors told them to do. How do they not see the risks of what they’re doing? How does Hide not see them? How does Kaneki not see them? Despite his fears, he still sticks to Hide like glue. He’s made Hide his emotional support, his weapon to combat loneliness. He needs Hide. But he can’t.Winter can’t need summer. They exist independently of each other. Not like this… Not like this.

Then one day, two years later, on graduation day, Summer vanishes. Hide is gone, without a trace. Touka and Yoriko seem to know something, but they say nothing. Kaneki feels broken, betrayed. He doesn’t know what to do. The pain reaches inside of him, in places he never even knew existed. For two years afterward, winters are harsh and unforgiving, because Kaneki can’t forgive himself for falling in love with the one person he can’t fall in love with.

“You’ve given up looking?” Touka asks, sliding him a cup of black coffee. She and Yoriko have built a café together. They’re happy and though it’s been so long since Hide disappeared, Kaneki feels kind of okay now. “I found out about his predecessor.” Kaneki takes a sip of his coffee. “Why didn’t you tell me he’d run away?”“He told us not to,” she replies solemnly. “We swore we wouldn’t tell you the truth. Not by ourselves. He never said anything about stopping you from looking for the answer yourself.” She smiles sadly. “I can’t believe he thought you wouldn’t love him back.”“He can be dense like that.” Kaneki can’t ignore the ache in his chest. Hide had seen him one day in middle school performing the ritual. That was when he had decided to run away from his predecessor and meet Kaneki himself. But going against tradition meant making enemies. He asked Yoriko to help him. She did.Now here they are in the middle of this mess.“You didn’t answer me,” Touka says suddenly. “You’ve given up? Or haven’t you?”Kaneki lowers the cup. “Yes and no. It’s… hard to explain. Somehow, I just feel like he’s telling me to trust him. That he’ll come back to us.”Touka smiles. “Yeah. Sounds like something he’d tell you to do.”

Another year passes. Kaneki sits in front of his laptop, typing away. He leans back and pinches the bridge of his nose. He sighs. Glancing at the clock, he sees that it’s almost time to perform his ritual. He gets on his feet to gather everything he needs, but just as he does so, the doorbell rings.He wonders who it might be at this time of night. He’s worried it’s some sort of criminal, even a prisoner on the run. But he shakes his head. It’s suspicious, but he needn’t panic. He goes to the door. Opens it a little.“Kaneki…”“Hide?”Summer looks tired. His face is gaunt and he moves with unmistakable lethargy. But the moment he sees Kaneki, some of his brilliance returns and he beams.“Kaneki,” he says again. “I’m home.”

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some tips on drawing figure skating positions for non-figure skaters, from an ex-figure skater with 10 years of experience

these are all the most basic versions of these positions of course. there’s a lot of different types of spirals and sit spins. some other notes i didn’t add:

on ALL spirals, the standing leg is always straight. if it’s bent, they’re doing something else/fucking up a spiral.

air positions get tighter the more revolutions the jump is. some single jumps (like waltz jumps) don’t even really have an air position. if they do, the bottom leg is straight, but instead of crossing over the left leg, it’s just bent in front of you. the arms might be in, they might be out, idk no one cares that much about singles lmao

if they’re in a performance, they’re looking up at the audience. remember, figure skating is performed in stadiums; rather than simply looking out, a figure skater has to look up to appear to be addressing their audience. they’re probably just doing it for show and focusing on their program, but the motion is still there.

if you’re in practice, however, you’re probably looking up at the skaters around you to make sure you don’t fucking crash into everyone on the ice surface. self-explanatory.

your face will literally never look good mid-jump or spin.

not technically figure skating, but pairs have more jumps and higher lifts than ice dance. there’s a specific rule regarding this, but since i never did either, i don’t know it.

this definitely wasn’t a vague at the yuri on ice fandom. okay, it was, but i’m mostly excited that so many people are paying attention to figure skating now, so y'all are chill.

just remember: head up, arched back, extended leg is probably straight. draw with motion. if you don’t know what a position’s supposed to look like, don’t just look at references; you can even google the test requirements for a specific jump/spin/move if you want to. (ISI is a good place to start, since they’re international and everyone uses pretty much the same criteria for individual moves anyways.)

Mob likes to kiss and Reigen takes advantage of that (ageswap AU, underage)

ReiMob Drabbles, Ch1

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Mob knows he shouldn't do this. Knows he shouldn't encourage the young boy who comes to visit him after school almost every day.

He'd like to push all the blame to Dimple, the devious green spirit that sometimes whispers into his ear (Oh look, he's wearing a new tie today and pfft, look at him trying to comb down his hair or, he cringes as his eyes roam over, I'm pretty sure those shorts weren't that short before) but he knows that's just an excuse.

"Hey Mob," Reigen calls out to him. He's only been there long enough to shed his gakuran and school bag but Mob knows what he wants. Dimple knows too and he chuckles, I better not come back to you in jail Mob

Mob makes a noise as he continues typing and Reigen takes that as his sign to continue, "let's kiss."

The way he says it, so matter of fact (as if a 14-year old kissing a 27-year old is normal), causes Mob's fingers to stutter and he's forced to delete the whole sentence he'd just typed. What was he typing?

"Why don't you do your homework...you said you needed help with...math?"

Reigen laughs, "Don't you suck at math? Isn't that why I'm here?"

Mob colors a bit because yes, he wasn't good at math but he just needs to steer the conversation away from-

"Come on, didn't you say you liked kissing me?" He's closer now, his elbows on the table as he looks directly at Mob, a grin on his face, "You look really cute when you blush, you know."

Mob looks away from those dark eyes and tries to focus back on his computer, "I'm busy."

Reigen pouts and Mob's eyes automatically move back, stare a bit too long, and that gives Reigen the motivation he needs to keep pushing, "Just one?"

It's never one, echoes in Mob's head.

"I'll do my homework and let you work afterward."

Mob watches from the corner of his eye how Reigen gets closer. He's already around the table and is peering over at what he's doing. A snort leaves him and the way his face scrunches up and his eyes light up with mirth is beautiful. He leans his hands out, placing them on Mob's thigh and he freezes up completely, "Please?"

It's only one, a voice taunts and it suspiciously sounds like Dimple, what's the worse that can happen?

Oh he can think of a few things...

"Just one," he says and turns his chair. Reigen yells out a yeah! and pumps his fist like he's just won the #1 prize to a game. It makes Mob's chest swell with happiness.

Reigen smiles at him and moves to his open arms. He's taller than Mob like this and Mob secretly thinks that Reigen likes that. Reigen brushes their noses together before kissing him. It's really just a press of lips and they stay like that for a few seconds. Mob's hands move to settle on Reigen, both around his waist.

He likes staying like this, feeling those chapped lips meshed with his, breathing in the smell of salt and warmth, enjoying the tranquility he feels at having someone he loves so close. It all makes him dizzy and he's about to move away to tell Reigen that's enough, go do your homework when something changes. He opens his eyes when he feels Reigen's hand move up his shoulder and cup his jaw. They're no longer lip locked, but their breaths mingle and they still touch. That's when he feels it.  

His fingers dig into Reigen's hips and where did he learn this?!

Reigen's tongue is bold as it swipes against his lips. He knows what this means and he knows he should stop but he also likes it. Likes how Reigen is gripping his jaw, likes the feel of his prying tongue and demanding gaze. Mob relents, let's him roam his mouth and it's a very simple kiss, all things considered. It makes him wonder if Reigen knows what to do next and he gets his answer when he feels those chapped lips inch away, Not yet

He puts more pressure on Reigen's hips, pulls him closer, and pushes his tongue to explore Reigen. He licks his chapped lips, getting them moist and smooth, plays with his tongue, bites his lips, his hand moves to press them closer, tangle in his hair-

A moan brings him back to reality and he pushes Reigen back a few inches. They're both breathing hard and if someone walked in there'd be no doubt as to what they'd been up to.

Then Reigen's soft voice breaks the semi-silence, "Wow...that was better than I thought..."

Mob feels a headache coming and he asks, "Where did you learn this?"

It seems Reigen is all better now as he pulls at the hem of his shirt, untucking it from his pants and flattening it out, "Oh you know, just watched an AV with the guys. Seems they got it from their brother's stash and we were all curious," he shrugs.

Mob frowns, "You're all too young to be watching that."

"But Mob," Mob knows that teasing tone and wonders what hole he's dug himself into this time, "I'm a healthy teenager. If I don't do this once in a while I'll be pent up, unless you're offering to help of course~"

Mob groans and turns back to his computer, don't think about it, don't think about it

Reigen laughs and Mob is grateful that the blonde is taking out his work because he's sure he only has so much patience.

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Thanks for reading!

early morning call of distress [katsudeku, tododeku, nsfw]

early morning call of distress

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When Ochako had first met Katsuki Bakugou, she knew why her poor little Izuku kept him a secret. Everyone knew why as soon as the blonde opened his mouth.

"HA? Friends? I don't need crap like that!" to say he'd been intimately acquainted with each of Izuku's friends after that was an understatement. After all, he needed to know that if he made Izuku cry for anything, even as petty as breaking his nail because of him, he'd be getting at least five late night visits if they had anything to say about it.

But a couple months into their relationships, they realized they didn't have to worry as Izuku laughed at Katsuki's explosive behavior without consequence and (apparently) katsuki wasn't all that bad behind closed doors ("he's really really attentive, can you believe he got mad at me yesterday because I didn't have any slippers on" or "Kacchan got this for our 6 month anniversary!!") and really, the only time Izuku seemed down was when Katsuki left the city. And as much as she hated seeing his downtrodden face when he told her the blonde would be gone for the month, Ochako knew Katsuki had a job and wouldn't fault him for it.

So when Izuku called her as soon as Katsuki had left for the airport, she knew she couldn't say no to his pleas of, "Please, help me think of something for Kacchan's birthday!" which, if she was correct, would be happening while Katsuki was on his trip. Somewhere near the end of it.

"Slow down Deku!" she cried out when Izuku went into his muttering mode, "I thought Katsuki wouldn't be back for his birthday, and didn't you tell me last week that you had something already?"

A quiet sniffle was her answer and she frowned, "Hey what's wrong?"

"I bought him some supplies for work but I forgot to hide them before he got home and he started using them already! He didn't even bat an eye either! And the book too," a pained sound echoed in her ear, "He was all 'what's this stupid piece of crap doing in our house?' and I couldn't tell him it was for him, then he started ranting about the author and What Do I Do Now?!"

Ochako couldn't help the giggles that escaped her when Izuku impersonated Bakugou, his voice going slightly low but still high pitched because of his panic. A whine brought her back and she sighed at Izuku's situation because of course he would forget to hide the presents. An evil part of her wondered how Katsuki would have reacted had he known Izuku had purchased the book for him, "Don't worry, don't worry, I'll help!"

A sigh of relief escaped the panicked boy and Ochako smiled, "Has he said anything, no hints dropped of what he might like?" she began to make some breakfast while holding her phone with her shoulder.

"No...I mean, he's never been one to remember his birthday," Izuku answered with a huge sigh. Ah yes, how could she forget that Katsuki was only good at dates when it came to his job and Izuku. If she were to ask him when the two met and at what time they were back from their first date, Katsuki would answer without even thinking about it. But ask him when the last time his doctor's checkup was and he'd be clueless.

"Well you already got him some writing supplies so he probably doesn't need any of that. Are you guys going to go out? Maybe you can plan something out, take him to some of his favorite restaurants?" she was trying to pool ideas but none of them really sounded good to her.

"His plane actually comes back the day after his birthday, he'll be coming home sometime at night and I want to give him something before the day ends," he confessed. A noise slightly startled her and she turned around. Tsuyu entered the kitchen, rubbing her eyes and Ochako whispered a good morning to her girlfriend. Midoriya must have heard her as he said, "Tell Tsuyu hello for me."

Ochako did as told and Tsuyu just blinked at her, "Midoriya? What's wrong? He's calling pretty early."

"Katsuki," was her only explanation and Tsuyu seemed to understand. She moved around the kitchen to help set up the table, quietly listening to the conversation happening and wondering if she could help in any way.

"Well if he's coming back after his birthday that limits things doesn't it," Ochako frowned. This was harder than she thought! Especially since she knew Izuku wanted to really surprise Katsuki and anything gifted by Izuku, Katsuki would take without a second word.

"Why not help him with his writing?" Tsuyu suggested, her head tilting to the side as she tried to remember what Katsuki's latest book had been about. He hardly ever talked about his books but she'd remembered that one night when some information had been pried from him by the ever persistent Kirishima, "He could get materials for the novel and take him on a trip. Wasn't he doing something set in England?"

Ochako's eyes sparkled at the input, "Tsuyu that's such a great idea!!" she gave her girlfriend a big kiss on the cheek and squeezed her tight.

"Deku! I know what we can do!" Ochako exclaimed, "I'll meet you at your apartment in a few hours!"

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Ishida Sui's New Year Livestream

I recorded most of Ishida's Twitch stream. (I didn't think about recording during the first 10-20 minutes, so sorry about that) The video was muted once…

The stream was recorded for people who have missed it.

shout out to all the kids who aren’t good at what they’re passionate about, and who aren’t passionate about what they’re good at