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“TV Boy” Sketchbook & Digital, 2017
FLCL aired on this day 14 years ago in the US, marking one of my favorite and possibly most pivotal pieces of work. It inspired a large compendium of my early art as well as writing and still to this day remains a huge piece of inspiration. I don’t think you can mention the series to fans without conjuring one of two images to mind right off the bat: Haruhara Haruko, for more obvious reasons of being almost solely responsible for all of the events that unfold in the show; and Canti, better known as Naota’s live-in house cleaning robot that was the first piece of Medical Mechanica tech to emerge from Takkun’s forehead. With allusions to several episodes mixed in, and after the announcement of a second (and third) season, I couldn’t not do a piece as an homage to one of my primordial beacons of inspiration. From Little Busters to Last Dinosaur, there’s nothing not to like <3

Regret - Part 3

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Genre: angst, fluff, slight smut

Pairing: Johnny x Reader, Taeyong x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: *REQUESTED* You find out that your boyfriend has been cheating on you and you leave him. Almost a year later, he realizes that he hasn’t quite gotten over you and he tries to get you back.

You ended up calling Taeyong a few weeks later. As soon as the line began to ring, you wanted to hang up. What if he forgot all about you? What if he didn’t even remember your name? More importantly, what if he was already seeing someone? Maybe you should’ve texted him first, you thought, as it continued to ring in your ear.

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31 Days - Part 4

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Table of Contents: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Epilogue

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: You come to Korea to visit your family after you graduate from college. Soon, you find yourself falling for a guy you meet online. There’s only one problem—you’re only in the country for thirty-one days.

Over the next couple of days, Tae didn’t text you about the kiss. He didn’t ask to hang out like he often did and it worried you. Was he avoiding you? Did he regret the kiss? Or did he just not feel the need to talk about it? He texted you like he usually did, but not about the kiss. You wanted to see him. You wanted to kiss him again. But you were unsure of how to bring it up.

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Imagine : Edward having to deal being alone for a few weeks after Jonathan’s been captured on a heist and taken to Arkham. No problem here, he lived alone for years right? Well, thing is he suddenly can’t seem to find sleep in the expensive double bed that is somehow far too big without a certain slender body next to him. Deciding he won’t let sleep deprivation interfere with his grande schemes he buys a body pillow and puts one of Jonathan’s shirts around it to maintain the illusion. To his relief (and embarrassment) this actually works and he hugs the pillow every night.
When Jonathan comes home nothing but darkness greets him as he opens the door. Being in a fairly good mood after successfully scaring one of the guards to near death while his escape he heads straight to the nearly lightless bedroom. Yet he halts in his step as he sees an unfamiliar long frame laying beside the smaller shape of a man he knows too well. His mood drops immediately. There’s a moment of hesitation, seconds to collect his bitter thoughts.

Then he sees the shirt. It’s one of his favourites.

Slowly, very slowly, he walks up to the bed plunging his needles into what he thinks as the terribly rude intruder’s ‘neck’ and wonders as there’s almost no resistance met. Edward, who has always been a light sleeper, feels something wet trailing down his fingers and opens his eyes. Groaning, his hand searches for the lamp. As light floods the room he recognizes a very angry, very confused Scarecrow still with syringes held up high and the crudely attacked body pillow oozing damp spots of fear toxin into the mattress. He laughs so hard he gets a hiccup while Jonathan is just very very pissed.

Late Night Proposals.

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A king sized mattress, two pillows, a television and a comforter are all which occupy your new home. These items are in the center of the large, nearly empty living room.

You’ve lost track of time.

You know it’s no longer night, at least not technically. The large bay windows encircling your living room, however, might argue otherwise. With your gaze on them now, from where you lay, all you can see is a sky full of stars. But, you know it has to be morning.

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anonymous asked:

scenarios of kagami, kiyoshi, aomine, and kise helping their girlfriends around (up stairs, out of bed, etc.) because she's hurting too bad from chronic pain?

Kagami:

“I-I’ll get that.”

Before you could even make an attempt to get out of your chair and answer the door, Kagami was springing to his feet. In a matter of seconds you could hear him talking with whoever had rung the doorbell — a salesperson by the sounds of it. With that settled, you turned your attention back to the television.

Before you could even count to ten, Kagami was back in the room. “Want me to change the channel?”

“I can get it,” you reassured, reaching for the remote that was on the end table a few feet away.

But once again, Kagami was beating you to it. Snatching up the remote, he was quick to drop it into your waiting hands. Despite the fact this was the tenth time today he did something for you without you even asking — a thing that was only slightly getting on your nerves by now — you gave him a thankful smile.

“Just relax until you feel better,” he instructed. “I’ll take care of everything.”

Kiyoshi:

“How are you feeling right now?”

Trying not to shift your body weight, you tightened your arms around Kiyoshi’s broad shoulders. He was doing a great job of keeping your entire body supported as he carried you, one arm behind your back and the other hooked under your knees.

“I’m more worried about you,” you confessed, eyes flickering down to where you knew his knees were despite not being able to see them.

Kiyoshi’s hearty laugh was more than reassuring. “There’s no need. I promise.”

And even though his steps were slower than they should have been, even though you could feel him shake every other one he took, Kiyoshi held true with his promise of getting you to the top of the stairs. Soon, with careful maneuvering, you were standing at the top with him by your side.

“I told you we’d make it up here,” he said as he hooked an arm around your shoulder. “Easy peasy.”

Kise:

Everything was in arms reach. The remote to the television, a few more pillows to keep you comfy, your cellphone, a book; anything you could think of to keep you occupied and content was within a few seconds of your vicinity. Still, Kise felt like he could do more to make life a little more easier.

“Just call me whenever you need me,” he ordered, showing you how he’d programmed himself to be your first speed dial contact.

Even as he was leaving for the day, he worried over you needing help.

Hours past and, when you hadn’t called him once, where most people found reassurance that their lover was doing just fine, he found worry that you couldn’t get to the things you needed. His cellphone was in his hands before he could even think about what he was doing.

“Hello?” Your reply was slow, groggy; had you been napping?

“I finished early, so I’m coming home now,” he lied, relieved that you were okay. He hadn’t even begun doing what he was supposed to do that day.

Aomine:

He had suggested just lying in bed all day, sleeping in until the night came and then it was time to sleep some more. This plan didn’t work with you though, especially when the bed sores came, making the pain worse than it should have been. Aomine should have thought this through.

“Just go slow,” he whispered, taking your hand with his as he helped you sit up on the mattress. “No need to hurry anywhere today.”

When you had managed to get yourself up, his hands gravitated to your back.

Slow circles were rubbed into the soreness that you felt tingling your skin, soothing whatever pain you felt for mere moments where his skin met yours. It wasn’t a permanent relief, but it would be good enough for what it was. Especially if Aomine continued to hum while he tried to sooth you.

“You like that, huh?” Had you spoken out loud? “I guess I could do that more.”

He continued humming as the slow circles he rubbed into your back moved to your sides before making their way to your hands to help you up for the day.

Prompt from the lovely @teacass! college, a group of friends organise Christmas dinner before they all go on Xmas break. There’s a mistletoe somewhere & of course Cas and Dean get caught up under it. This is a slight variation of your prompt and made me really emotional?? 1k. 

There is a high probability Charlie Bradbury is responsible for the mistletoe hanging in the doorway of Dean Winchester’s kitchen.

She has avoided Castiel’s eyes ever since he unknowingly walked underneath it, sending a peal of laughter around the party. Dean walked up next to him, pitching the laughter into an “ooh!” accompanied by a sea of upturned faces. Looking up in kind, Castiel saw the offending plant, heard Dean’s hard swallow – he saw it too.

His regard for Dean is not a party joke. It’s also not common knowledge; he doesn’t know most of the people here. If he makes a big deal out of this, it will only raise suspicion, so he rolls his eyes and plants a kiss square on Dean’s mouth as though it’s nothing. Then he walks away, gets a beer from the fridge, and flicks the bottle cap in the sink, his back to the room.

He’s loved Dean for six years, since Castiel’s family moved to Kansas and Dean nearly stabbed Castiel with a pencil when a transformer blew during homeroom. Dean sat with him at lunch and gave him a ride home to apologize, and became a fixture in Castiel’s day. Castiel ran track; Dean was on the wrestling and baseball teams and copied Cas’s notes when he daydreamed in class. Dean ate dinner at Castiel’s house as often as his own, and they sometimes fell asleep and woke up wrapped around each other. They double-dated for prom. Castiel watched him dance with Lisa over Meg’s shoulder, face hot when Dean caught him staring and didn’t look away. They stayed like that the rest of the song, and Castiel thought, impossibly, that Dean felt the same way about him. 

But Dean and Lisa were crowned prom king and queen minutes later. Dean kissed her in front of everyone. Castiel chose an out-of-state college and doesn’t come home except for Christmas.

Dean isn’t in love with him, and the only time Castiel will ever get to kiss him has just happened, a throwaway holiday tradition in front of drunk college seniors.

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