shallow ripples

||❥ a dangerous game (m)

s e u n g c h e o l ! s c e n a r i o 

t a t t o o a r t i s t ! a u

Originally posted by sevixxteen

word count: 2.3k 

genre: it’s smut lol 

synopsis: you find seungcheol’s punishment to be a little difficult in more ways than one ;) 

✎ an anon asked if i was going to write for seungcheol anytime soon and since the teaser pics came out (bc honestly they destroyed me) i decided to whip this scenario up,, have fun suffering my pals. also tattoo!au bc i love death


It was his mischievous, snide little smirk that summoned the indentation of crescent moons to brand your thighs, fingernails digging so deep into flesh you had to be cautious that irreparable lacerations weren’t the result. It was the whirring thrum of a motor that joined melody with music flowing around the room, his boot pressing down ever so slightly on the pedal and creating ink to settle on tanned skin.

Then in the blink of an eye, the needle was lifting from the boy’s arm, and you could do nothing but suck in one bated breath and press your thighs even closer together, yet not a glimmer of change rang from your head to yours toes. 

Instead you were pulling your lower lip under your teeth, head momentarily falling back against the leather couch as waves of ecstasy rumbled like an earthquake under your flesh, all of it resonating from one cursed device you knew you should have been more careful with, for now you were paying the price.

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Land Next to Me

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @natsusluce !! I thought I’d post the first chapter here for your bday because I have decided on the final pairing ;) plus we’re angst sisters so you’ll enjoy this *cackles*

So this is a cross over with the 100! I hope to do this justice, and this chapter is pretty similar to ep 1 but after this it’s going to get quite different. Notice- I changed 97 years to 300.

Huge shout out to @cupcakecana and @x-benihime for editing for me! <3

Enjoy! Chapter 2 will be posted next week!

Fandom: Fairy Tail/the 100

Rated: T

Words: 2743

Characters: Lucy, Levy, Loke, Jellal, Cana, Jet and Droy

Summary: Three hundred years since the human race has set foot on Earth, one hundred teen prisoners are sent down with nothing but their wits. Even though she’s just as scared as everyone else, Lucy Heartfilia will do anything she can to make sure they survive. 

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Chapter 1: Whatever The Hell We Want

I say, screw fear. I’m telling my own damn story.
{Bellamy Blake}


The ground was rough and uneven beneath her feet as she took her first few cautious steps, weary of her new surroundings. Her new home. She relished in the sounds of the leaves crunching with each step, and the feel of the wind on her face.

They were alive.

When the door to the drop ship opened, she didn’t know what they were going to face; whether or not they would be hit with radiation and burn and die. She was scared.

But that wasn’t the case and she, despite everything, was happy. For the moment at least. They still needed to figure out food, water, shelter, and everything else. For now she would take in the earth—a place she never thought she would get to.

She looked around with wide eyes. Trees loomed above, mesmerizing, with thick branches full of colourful leaves falling every now and then. The sounds of the other prisoners echoed through the forest, so utterly entranced by this new world. A smile quirked the corner of her mouth, slowly breaking into a grin as she took in a deep breath. Fresh air filled her lungs. Fresh air.

It was heavenly.

“What are we going to do, Lucy?” The sound of her best friend’s voice brought her out of her trance, drawing her back into reality. Lucy bit her lip, looking to Levy uncertainly. She fumbled with her bracelet, toying with the keys attached to it.

“I’m not sure, Lev.” She looked around at everyone laughing and exploring the ground in excitement, but still staying close to the ship. She figured they were just as scared as she was, even if they weren’t showing it.

She spotted Jellal and Wendy—the sister locked up for being born, and the brother who watched as his mother got floated. She pitied them. Her eyes softened as he pulled the young blue-haired girl in for a side hug. At least they were together now.

“Whatever the hell we want,” a voice stated confidently from behind Lucy. Turning around, she saw Cana, the girl who had been imprisoned for stealing alcohol.

There were worse things to go down for, she mused. Lucy rolled her eyes and looked up to the grinning brunette.

“We’re free from the Ark now, with no one to tell us what we can and can’t do, so I say we do whatever the hell we want.” Cana emphasized at the end, smirking with her hands coming to rest on her hips.

“Cana,” Lucy stated forcefully, crossing her arms, “there are one hundred people here, most of us under the age of eighteen.” She glanced briefly at Jellal, wondering how he was here. It didn’t make sense. “And we don’t have enough food or clean water to last a week, let alone months, if we survive that long. Plus, where is everyone going to sleep?” Lucy narrowed her eyes, daring Cana to go against her logic. “It’s been over three hundred years since anyone has been to Earth. We can’t just do whatever the hell we want. We need order.”

“Order?” Cana laughed, though it wasn’t a happy sound. “Fuck order. We’re finally free and able to live. Don’t you want to live, Lucy?”

“Yes. Which is exactly why we need to have a game plan. To establish some basic rules.” Cana shook her head, sighing as she turned her back on Lucy.

“That’s not living, princess. That’s surviving.”

Scowling at the nickname, Lucy stomped back to the drop ship to search through what little the Ark had supplied them with. The Chancellor said there was a bunker close by with supplies to last them a few years, they just had to find it with the map that was given to them.

“She’s right you know.”

Turning, Lucy spotted blue hair and recognized Jellal almost immediately. Licking her lips, she narrowed her eyes before going back to one of the bins and continuing to search through the contents. She already found the map, she just needed to be prepared for the journey. “Why are you even down here Jellal? You’re twenty-one. You aren’t a guard.” Canteen. Protein bars. Knife. They didn’t give them much.

And with a cold revelation, Lucy’s resolve only hardened. They didn’t expect them to survive.

She would make sure they did.

Ignoring her questions, Jellal carried on. “We finally have freedom, don’t you want to know what that’s like?” He came closer, looming over her as she glanced at him over her shoulder, eyes hiding something she couldn’t quite figure out.

“First we survive. Then we live,” she said. Adamantly, she grabbed her pack and the few others she put together before storming out of the drop ship.

“Whatever the hell you want.”

Lucy paused at the entrance, looking back to him, gaze steeled. “Whatever the hell you want, Jellal.” She hiked up the packs on her shoulder, leaving him in the drop ship as she went to find Levy again. She felt irritated, his expression burned into her mind, refusing to leave. She still wanted to know how he got onto the drop ship since the why was pretty obvious. The way he and Wendy smiled at each other warmed her heart and gave her something good to focus on for a little bit.

“Here you go, Lev,” Lucy tossed her one of the packs and set the others by her feet. “Couldn’t find much, but it’s better than nothing. There’s just the matter of not knowing what’s out there and nothing to really protect us.” Which was the biggest thing and, in hindsight, Lucy should have tried to cooperate with Jellal a bit more since she saw he had a gun. But he grated her nerves in the worst way, and she wasn’t having that. “Here, you’re the better navigator. Probably,” Lucy grinned as she gave Levy the map, the blue-haired girl giving an airy laugh. What good were tests and scores when it really came down to it. They were here now and who knew what would happen.

“So, who else is coming?” Levy asked, already studying the map. It wouldn’t take her long to decide the best route to take.

“Good question.” That was the next step—finding people to go with them. She knew Levy could easily get Jet and Droy, since they were both basically in love with her, but they weren’t enough and they needed more people they could trust.

She scanned the area and a grin broke out on her face.

Loke.

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中粒砂のカレントリップル(中央の褐色の山形;ややクライムしている;古流向は左から右へ)が,細粒砂のなすウェーブリップル(その直上の灰色の部分)に覆われて(ドレイプされて)いる 浅海で働く流れの作用 更新世 新潟市秋葉区 #地層 #地学 #地質 #リップル #砂岩 #新潟大

Current-ripple, somewhat climbing, cross-stratification by a unidirectional flow (paleocurrent towards right), here draped over by a fine sand layer indicating work by an oscillatory flow, i.e. wave-ripple. Pleistocene, Niigata city, Japan.

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Imagine a movie night with Jensen when you feel crummy.


Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,000

Warning: Fluff, sickness, wee bit of language

Requested by: @torn-and-frayed said: Congratulationsssss!!!!!! Can I get a fluffy movie night in drabble with Jensen please? Thank you!!!! Steph, I apologize. I kind of hijacked your request. It is a movie night with Jensen. 

A/N: I didn’t even re-read it, just don’t have it in me.. You get what you get, so it’s probably shit. Just like I feel! You’re welcome. 


Movie Night

You walked through the front door and let the door close softly behind you. It had been one hell of a day. Everything that could have gone wrong at work, did. Right down to almost blowing chunks on your boss and a parent during a meeting. To top it off, your body ached all over. You couldn’t tell the difference between your big toe and your face. It all felt the same. It all hurt like hell.

You flopped down on the couch face first and immediately regretted your decision. Pain radiated out from every muscle and nerve ending, and you couldn’t stop from crying out. “Damn it!” you yelled, cursing yourself.

“Y/N?” Jensen’s voice sounded from down the hall. “That you, sweetie?” he called as he walked throughout the house.

“In here!” you moaned, lifting your head off the couch long enough to get the words out, your head feeling too heavy and landing with a soft plop back on the couch.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked as he sat down on the edge of the couch, gently rubbing circles on your back.

“I feel like shit, Jen,” you groaned into the couch, not bothering to lift your head this time.

“I know just the thing that will help,” he smiled to himself, jumping up from the couch and disappearing down the hall, the sound of his bare feet slapping the wood floor following him like a shadow.

You drifted off momentarily only to be jolted back to reality when Jensen walked in with his arms full. “Movie night,” he explained when you sat up, your muscles shaking with the support of your weight, and looked at him quizzically. “Dealers choice,” he chuckled, laying out three movies before you.

“Seriously, J?” you asked, rolling your eyes at him. You scoffed at the movie choices, knowing he was taking advantage of an opportunity to poke fun at you. He had sat The Notebook, The Fault in our Stars, and Me Before You down on the coffee table. You picked up all three movies and chunked them at his pretty face. He just barely dodged them, his laughter filling the room. “I’m not dying, you ass. I’m just sick,” you growled, snatching the blanket from his arms that he had brought to you, wrapping yourself in a little burrito.

“What?” he asked innocently. “I thought you’d love those choices?” he laughed again, a sly smirk spreading across his face. “How about this instead?” he asked, pulling out one of your favorite 80′s guilty pleasure movies, License to Drive.

“Yes!” you laughed, tossing your head back against the couch. “Give me the Coreys any day of the week over that crap,” you laughed, gesturing towards the movies you had flung at his head moments ago.

He laughed as he moved to put the movie in the blue ray player, hitting the button to close the blinds simultaneously. You sighed contentedly as the room darkened, and Jensen joined you on the couch.

“Come here, you,” he gestured as he scooped you into his arms, pulling you into his side. Your head rested against his broad chest, his steady breathing automatically making you feel better. You cuddled into him, your arms wrapped around his waist. He kissed your forehead, and you moaned slightly in response. “You’re burning up, sweetheart,” he mumbled against your head, his lips moving against your forehead. He pulled you closer to him and rubbed your arms knowing that you must be freezing.

“You’re hot as fuck,” you mumbled, your fever making you a little delirious as you chuckled at your own witty response. You slipped your arms underneath Jensen’s shirt, his warm skin doing wonders to warm you up. Jensen’s hand rubbed at your shoulders as he squeezed you closer to him. As your fingers traced patterns along the shallow ripples on his abdomen, your eyes began to slowly close. You’d catch yourself drifting off only to be startled awake by Jensen laughing at the movie.

When it was over, you woke up long enough to realize you had slept through a good portion of the movie if not all of it. “It’s over?” you inquired with a yawn, stretching out across Jensen’s lap and letting your head come to rest there.

Jensen pushed the hair from your face and laughed quietly. “Yea kid, you missed most of it.” He ran his fingers through your hair as you nuzzled into his lap. You loved when he called you kid. You weren’t sure what it was. He was nine years older than you after all. It gave you a sense of being taken care of and loved.

“I’msorry,” you slurred apologetically, letting sleep over take you again.

“Sokay, beautiful,” he smiled, kissing your forehead again. “Let’s get you to bed,” he said as he stood from the couch, scooping you gently into his strong arms and walking down the hall toward the bedroom.

He didn’t bother to turn on a light, laying you down on the bed in the dark, the hall lights softly illuminating the room.

He walked over to the dresser and pulled out one of his favorite old shirts and returned to your side. He undressed you, you sleeping heavily and only moaning in response a time or two.

He slid your bra off and put the shirt on your sleeping form. Slowly he pulled the comforter over your body, tucking you in. He quickly shed his pants and plaid button up, leaving nothing but boxers and a white t-shirt. He slid in on the other side of the bed, and you instinctively turned to tangle yourself with him, seeking out his warmth.

“Night, sweetheart. Feel better. Love you,” he whispered into your hair, kissing you sweetly.

“Love you, Jen,” you mumbled sleepily, talking in your sleep. He hugged you tight with a chuckle and fell asleep with you safe in his arms.

Forevers and Jensen Lovers below, bitches

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anonymous asked:

The chapter that shows his full name for the first time is 83. I recommend reading the chapters 83 and 84, which is his "comeback". I really like these chapters and they are good for "Hide investigations". I, personally, think that is interesting how people at CCG get along with him well.

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So, the “yoshi” was revealed because Hide attracted the CCG’s attention with his anonymous tip and his part-time job, which was done in the first place because he needed some way to save Kaneki! Just like how he traded away his Magician status - “Nagachika Hideyoshi”, to save Kaneki at V14!

That’s oddly fitting.

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La Grenouillère”, 1869:

1) By Claude Monet;

2) By Pierre-Auguste Renoir.

(…) The paintings depict a near-identical scene. It is one of tranquil informality, in which a group of smartly dressed holidaymakers relax in and around a popular swimming spot. The centre of both paintings is taken up with a social gathering on a small round island, located a few metres from the shore, which is reached by a narrow wooden pontoon that comes in from the left. Others are chatting in a café to the right of the picture or enjoying a swin on the far side of the island. In the near foreground are moored rowing boats, bobbing gently on the water, the shallow ripples of which are given a silvery glint by the afternoon sun.

Monet’s picture was only ever meant to be a sketch (he described it as a “bad sketch”).  “Bad” or not, it is a good example of early Impressionism: crudely painted, brightly coloured, quickly executed and portraying a modern bourgeois subject. As is Renoir’s version, for the same reasons. But the pictures are quite different in style and approach. Renoir directs his attention towards the social aspect of the gathering, making the pleasure-seekers’clothes, countenance and interaction his primary pictorial concern. For Monet people are not the point; his interests focused on the effects of the natural light on the water, boats and sky. His painting is crisper, less romantic than Renoir’s  soft-focus evocation of a halcyon day, his colour palette more harmonious, his compositional structure more rigid. The biggest difference, though, is in the amount of  rigour applied to accurate documentation. Monet’s rendition of the event is a believable account, whereas Renoir’s effort is sentimental and saccharine, a picture that owes as much to eighteenth-century Rococo as it does to Impressionism. (from “What Are You Looking At?: 150 Years of Modern Art in the Blink of an Eye”, by Will Gompertz).