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the-californicationist · 29 days ago

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Cali's Kinktober: Day 18

Kinktober Masterlist dis manibus - "for the ghost" Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader Kinks > possessive, dub con, ghosts?? Full tags on AO3 - MDNI - Read at your own risk.

In your little town of Sleepy Hollow, it’s usually not hard to make the news. But, when the headlines start bringing up ghosts from the past, and your fellow residents make claims that a ghoulish biker is attacking drivers on Route 330, you start to regret being the lone journalist in town. Legend has it that the masked rider is on the hunt for the most perfect sacrifice, and he won’t stop his reign of terror until he finds it.

Warning: actual ghosts, possession, dub con?, general spookiness

Yellowed teeth and a dangling cigarette, the stench of sweat and cheap tobacco, shaky hands and disordered movements, plus a wardrobe of ill-fitting, oil-stained jorts with a crooked-cropped Bud Light tee shirt completed Brandi Reddman’s signature look. Mrs. Reddman was standing in her usual spot outside of a dilapidated Pilot truck stop on the corner of Hatchet and Simmons. But, the leather-skinned, bleached-blonde, trailer park queen didn’t go by her late husband’s surname anymore. She preferred to be called by her well-earned title: Beaumont Brandi.

“And don’t you go putin’ no damn Reddman on my fuckin’ report,” she glared at you from her perch on the bright red bollard just outside her favorite Pilot truck stop, “Don’t even know what I’m gettin’ a goddamn ticket for. Two consentin’ adults can do whatever the hell they like, cain’t they? Ain’t this still America?”

“Ms. Brandi,” you sighed, “I’m not a cop. I’m a reporter. And I’m not sure what you want me to do when Mr. Brunson calls me down here to tell me about you tearing up his dumpsters again. You know there's a whole town full of people upset about the destruction of property here.”

Your stomach turned just thinking about writing this ridiculous article. What would the title even be? The Trash Takes Itself Out: a Sleepy Hollow tale. Or, Lot Lizard Strikes Again! With a full cover spread? No. This could not be your life. You tried to control the look of disdain on your face.

“It wasn’t even me! That asshole is crazy!” Brandi protested, the cigarette in her mouth holding onto her dry, cracking lip with nothing more than God’s will at this point.

“He said he saw you and a certain truck driver come out of the alcove just a few hours ago,” you reiterated.

“Hell, no. I ain’t gonna fuck no John in no smelly-ass dumpster. I’m a high class lady,” Brandi gestured to her ensemble, “And I’m tellin’ you, that lock was busted before I even stepped over here this mornin’. It’s that damn haint is what it is.”

The Haint of Sleepy Hollow. The Hollow’s Hell Rider. The Ghoul of 330. He went by many names, or sometimes, he was just called The Ghost.

Back in the late seventies when everyone was doing a little too much of everything, your town earned a bit of a reputation. There had been a string of disappearances off of the local highway, Route 330, and locals claimed to have seen a masked soldier on a motorbike, fresh home from Saigon, carrying his M16 slung across his back and wearing a skull mask over his face. He was riding an Indian 900, blacked out with no headlight and no plate.

Of course the truckers had been the first ones to sound the alarm, and there was a city-wide manhunt for any bikers matching that description. But back then, no one had cameras in their hands as readily as they did now, so it was all just a bunch of hearsay and over-exaggerated stories about the boogeyman.

But, that’s all it was. Just stories. There was no masked rider.

“Hey, you got another one of those?” Brandi pointed to the pack of smokes in your pocket that you’d brought along to bribe her with.

You sighed, lighting one for her and then for you. You told yourself you needed it to get through the rest of this conversation.

As she took a long drag, her timbre changed. She became quieted by her own voice, it seemed.

“I seent him, though. He was there. Parked under the bridge.”

She pointed to the overpass, her wrinkled finger trembling a bit as she guestered to the black shadows under the highway. You followed her line of sight, trying to imagine a dark rider in a skull mask, parked in the umber and looking for vengeance in the most boring town in New England.

“Did he do anything?” You asked, trying your best to scrounge up something more interesting than sex work in gas station parking lots for this write up.

Beaumont Brandi stared into the darkness with you, remembering… or maybe she was just fucking with you. But, it didn’t seem like it. She took another puff of smoke into her mouth, hissing it out through her stained teeth,

“No, but it felt like he was looking for somethin’. Felt… lonely. I dunno.”

Shaking you from the eerie moment Brandi had crafted between you both, a big, rumbling Mack truck pulled into the back lot, turning your gaze away from the bridge. Your interviewee hurried to smoke one more pull from her pilfered cigarette and gathered up her glittery, denim purse.

“That’s my ride. See you around,” she said, her voice still distant and restrained, lacking all of the ruffled animosity she’d presented to you earlier.

You stayed there, watching her scamper across the wide, drab concrete field, dodging pot holes and puddles, heading for the blue semi that had just parked in the trucker wash station. You watched her until she knocked on the door, standing on her tiptoes to reach the wide passenger window, shuffling around until the latch popped open and she disappeared inside.

The dark hollow of the highway’s bridge caught your gaze as you turned away from Brandi and her “ride”, and a cold chill shot down your spine. As you peered into the shadowy underpass, a lone biker, all in black, was sitting on his Indian motorcycle, staring right at you. His body was enormous. Even though the bike he rode was large, he was simply unfathomably tall and broad. When he leaned forward on the handlebars, idling there, his shoulders bulged in his leathers, threatening to break free. He was wearing a full-face helmet, but you could feel his eyes burning into your skin.

The problem was, you had no idea how he got there. You hadn’t heard his engine rev, and you knew you would’ve been able to listen to the roar echo through the underside of the highway, it’s enclosure making an accidental amplifier.

You stared back at him, but you reached into your pocket and clutched your car keys. Everything in your body was telling you to run. So, you quickly turned away, needing to force yourself to break your gaze, making yourself walk briskly back to your beat-up Miata.

Get in, and drive away, you told yourself. Get in. Drive away. Get in…

You were trying to calm yourself down, your mind feeding you a million excuses as to why you hadn’t heard him approach, or telling yourself it was just a guy on a bike and not a ghost, but you could still feel your heart in your throat, pounding away like a fist inside your veins.

Popping open the door to your car, you climbed in and immediately shut it behind you. Luckily, the soft canvas top of your ratty old convertible was already pulled up, but the sooner you got back to your apartment, the better you would feel. You cranked the engine, threw it in reverse, and sped off out of the gas station parking lot, sending your work bag spilling out across the floor.

As you pulled onto Hatchet, you headed east, avoiding 330. You tried to tell yourself it was because you enjoyed the senic route instead of the shorter path, but you knew that was a lie.

Behind you, you heard the roar of a bike.

You looked in your rearview mirror, but you didn’t see any headlights. Then, as you checked the side mirror, you saw him. It was the blacked out biker from the bridge. He was riding close to your back wheel, sitting in your blindspot, staring hard at you.

He followed you for miles. You doubled back, avoiding red lights, trying to make circles so he would get tired of tailing you, but he never did. If anything, he was getting braver and braver, moving his bike up and down the length of your car. Getting in your way, toying with you just to get a reaction.

You tried to speed up, but your junker was no match for his machine. So, you turned into a neighborhood, trying to lose him in the curvy, bumpy side streets.

He followed, and you felt your breath catch in your chest. With every turn, he would drive up next to your window to peer inside, staring straight into your eyes. You almost hit the curb, and when you finally exited the neighborhood, you took a right, trying to race him on a wider road.

It was one lane, but he didn’t seem to care. He reached out and planted his gloved hand on the glass of your driver’s side window as if he was trying to touch you through it, and you screamed at him through the glass, illogically,

“Leave me alone!”

He threw his head back, and you knew he was jeering at you. If a masked, faceless being could laugh, that’s what it would look like.

You had no idea what else to do, so you got aggressive. You swerved, trying to sideswipe him, desperate to get rid of your masked tormentor.

He dodged, nimbly moving himself out of your way. Then, he was right behind you, so you slammed on the brakes.

There was no way for him to stop in time. No way.

But, it didn’t matter. You watched in horror in your mirror as his bike and his body dematerialized, and he faded into a black mist, filling the interior of your tiny car, and reconstituting itself in your passenger seat. Your nose filled up with the smell of stale cigarettes and something undeniably masculine. His body filled in next to you in inky layers, pouring from a gas to a solid like smoke into a bottle, and what was supposedly impossible was becoming very, very real in your car.

You screamed, pressing the brakes even harder, coming to a full, screeching stop in the middle of the road. No one was behind you yet, but you wished there would be. You prayed for someone - anyone - to turn down your street and find you stopped in the middle of it.

The ghost - because what else could he be? - was staring straight at you, as if he was waiting for something.

“Leave me alone,” you begged, your voice feeling so small and strained.

You were staring into your own eyes, seeing your face as it was warped and contorted in the gleaming black shine of his helmet visor. Suddenly, you felt your car lurch forward, and it was moving on its own. You tried to turn the wheel, and your foot was glued down onto the brake, but nothing you did mattered. The car was driving itself.

You yanked at your seatbelt and pulled on the door handle, trying to throw yourself from the car, but it wouldn’t budge. You ripped at the handle even harder, trying to slam your shoulder into the door, ignoring the pain. In a last-ditch effort, you reached into the steering column and pulled the keys from the car, hoping to kill the engine. But, it didn’t. Your vehicle was taking you wherever your ghost wanted to go, and there was nothing you could do about it.

With your keys held tightly in your fist, you lashed out at the biker, using the metal shards to rake across his mask, scratching the visor.

The speed with which he reacted startled you, and as his hand wrapped itself around your wrist, he tilted his head to the side as if to study you, curious about you and your choices.

You felt your throat burn with despair, and tears ran from your eyes.

“Please don’t kill me,” you sobbed, trying to pull your wrist away.

He yanked your arm to his chest, tugging your body closer to his, forcing you into his space and taking you almost out of your seat, if it wasn’t for your belt.

You were face to helmet with him, and you could smell the menthols that inexplicably clung to his clothes. He could touch you, and you could touch him. He felt so real, so warm. And yet…

Slowly, he reached out to you with his other hand to touch your face, caressing your cheek and wiping away a stray tear. The feel of his leather glove was so gentle against your skin, it made your head spin. His earlier aggression was still fresh in your mind, and you sobbed from the fear.

Out of nowhere, a pickup truck swerved around your stopped car, blaring its horn at you, kicking up dirt from the side of the road, obviously upset at the stopped Miata in the middle of a street.

In the few seconds your attention was snatched from the ghost in front of you, he disappeared. Your passenger seat was immediately empty, and you were alone once more. Your car was dead since your keys were in your hand, and the clicking of a warm engine cooling down was the only noise you heard.

Another car was honking behind you, less aggressively than the pickup, but it moved around you and you turned back in your seat.

As you drove home, you were numb. You couldn’t reconcile anything that happened to you, and you had no words to even describe it. You thought about driving to the police, or to your office so that your phantom biker wouldn’t know where you lived, but something in you laughed at your naivety. Why would that matter? He was a ghost. He could reach you no matter where you were. You might as well leave your front door wide open for how much good it would do you.

When you finally crawled into bed, you left every light in the house on, but it didn’t help.

It was 0417 when you jerked out of your restless sleep, opening your eyes in your unusually bright room. You were breathing heavily, trying to calm yourself down, and the horrors of the night before felt more like a bad dream than a true memory.

You looked around, trying to determine whether you could manage to go back to sleep or not, when a faint noise pricked your ears. It was coming from outside your apartment window, down in the parking lot below your balcony.

You sprang out of bed and pulled your curtain. There, parked and sitting on the side of his bike, was your ghost. He was looking up at your window, his arms crossed over his chest. He looked like he was waiting for you. Waiting for you to say something, to do something. But, you didn’t know what.

Grabbing your keys, you flew out of your door and rushed down the stairs, hurrying to see if you could catch him. But, he was gone. You didn’t even know what you wanted to say to him, but you needed to know the truth. Your instincts as a reporter were driving you forward. You craved answers, needed them.

You turned back around and headed for your car, starting it up and driving out of your complex, back onto the street. You headed for the highway, and he was waiting for you, parked on the shoulder. He took off, and you followed him, swerving in and out of early morning commuters, pushing your crappy Miata to its limit.

He took the exit toward the old part of town, turning on the road to Ichabod Farm, cutting his speed and letting you catch up to him. Then, as he got further and further away from civilization, the farms turned into forests, and the roads went from pavement to dirt. Just as the sun was staining the clouds with its pink dawn, he stopped, sticking his leg out as a kickstand, and turned around to look at you.

You waited, sitting in your car, but after a while, nothing changed. He was still just sitting there, staring back at you. So, you killed the engine, and you climbed out of your car.

“Who are you?” You called to him, willing your voice to carry in the quiet morning.

As if he was tired of your questioning, he turned forward. He swung his leg over the body of the bike, and stood beside it, still waiting for you.

You started walking around to the front of your car, beginning to feel like you were a rabbit being led into its own trap, a lamb to its slaughter, and your skin tightened, the hair prickling on the back of your neck.

He put his hand out, gesturing toward the bike.

“Do you want me to go with you somewhere?”

He seemed impatient. He stalked forward, marching in black leathers and boots, and grabbed your wrist just like he did in the car.

“Wait! Hey! Wait, no!” You tried to fight him, but he held you fast, dragging you over to the bike.

He lifted you without struggle and sat you on the back of his seat, and he climbed in front of you, bringing the bike back to a loud roar. He took off, nearly toppling you over, and in your shock, you wrapped both of your hands around his middle, holding on for dear life.

To your shock, he turned off of the road and into the trees. The leaves made his tires slip and the roots of the tall yews made the ride bumpy and wild. You gripped him tighter and tighter, trying to remember which direction you were going, sure that he was taking you straight to your death, but just in case you escaped, you wanted to be able to try and make it out of the woods.

Suddenly, you came to a clearing. In the middle of it stood a huge, dead tree. The trunk had been struck by lightning, and the branches hung low, dipping towards the ground. Its roots were gnarled and popping like broken bones out of the dark earth, and it gave you a sense of immediate dread.

He stopped the bike, throwing down the kickstand and climbing off. Then, he held out his hand to you.

You looked at his helmet for a moment, trying to determine what he wanted, and then you realized he was trying to help you down. You placed your hand in his and felt him support you as you climbed off of the old motorcycle.

He released you, and he stood beside you, looking up at the tree.

You waited for a moment, again unsure about what he was trying to show you, but then you stepped forward. Something compelled you to touch the tree’s wide, twisting trunk.

You were suddenly aware of the state of your dress. You were in socks, sleep shorts, and a tattered old tee shirt, shivering from fear and from the chilly morning. But, still, you stepped forward, moving with your hand out towards the tree, trying to ignore the pinch of stray rocks and sticks beneath your feet.

Right before you touched the bark, you looked over your shoulder at the biker, and he was still standing there, waiting for you.

So, you pushed forward, laying your palm against it, and you were instantly overwhelmed with flashes of images and sounds, memories which were not yours. You saw him. It was your ghost. He was fighting in a war with muskets and swords, and then he was in a trench with grenades. You watched him crawl on his belly through a wet, dense jungle. Then, you felt the heat and the sting of desert sands, and watched him dragging the bodies of his friends from the rubble of a bombed building.

As quickly as they had begun, the visions stopped. You looked back at the masked rider, and he stepped toward you. His hands went to the neck of his jacket, and he raked the zipper down, revealing his bare chest and belly. He was riddled with scars, but he looked very much like a real man. The jacket fell with a thud on the forest floor, and he moved to shuck off his helmet.

You watched the reveal with wide eyes and an open mouth. Black, inky smoke surrounded his face. He didn’t have a head. It was only a skull mask, cracked and broken around the edges, perched on him where his face should have been. It was just a swirling darkness, nothing else. His head was gone.

Your heart nearly stopped.

“What… happened….” You managed to ask, your voice lower than a whisper.

The helmet clattered to the ground, rolling until it rested against a thick root.

He walked toward you, and you were staring into two black pits where there should have been soft brown eyes. You’d seen him in the vision. You knew what he should look like. And yet, all you were left with was this ghastly form.

His body was warm. You could feel it as he towered over you, mere inches away from your face. You reached up to touch his cheek like he had touched yours in the car, and he let you. As your hand swiped across his jaw, you saw flesh appear where there was none before. More and more, you touched him, painting his face back on with your hands. You moved over his eyes and nose and mouth, feeling the softness of his lips and watching in awe as he became a man again.

“Oh, my God.” You gaped, watching his face twist into an unknown expression, “You’re…”

“You made me real,” he spoke, his words sounded hellish; the noise was a terrible smear of shadow and violence. It was as if a million of voices were speaking at once.

“I…” You were trying to talk, but he wasn’t interested.

He leaned forward and slanted his mouth against yours, kissing you with a smoky musk on his tongue, forcing you to open and take his writhing muscle inside of your cheeks. He was breathing just as raggedly as you were, pushing himself onto you, dragging you to the leaf-covered ground.

He repeated his mantra, gasping it, his timbre full of disbelief,

“You… made me… real…”

His mouth was on you again, the top half of his face still hidden by the skull mask. He kissed your neck, and you felt his gloved hands grabbing at your clothes, shoving down your shorts.

“What are you doing?” You whispered.

“You.” His voice reverberated through you like a snarl of thunder. You could feel the sound move through your bones, “You can bring me back to this place.”

The air was cold as it billowed across your skin when he pulled away your shirt. The leather of his gloves was such a rough contrast to the smooth, furry expanse of his chest and belly, and he crushed himself against you, pressing you with all of his weight into the forest floor.

Your mind was in a haze. All of the magic and memories from the tree were whirling around you. His many lives, all stacked together, repeated like the rings of its trunk, year after year, his wars, his scars. All of them now real and raised to the touch.

His mouth moved over you, hungry and wanting. You weren’t ready to be taken so roughly, with so little regard, in the dirty, dank mud of this clearing. But, you wanted to be. You found yourself completely captivated by his movements, his hands, and the way he consumed you, making you feel like you were the key to his entire existence.

You spread your legs for him, and he had the audacity to laugh softly in his ghostly throat, rolling his hips between your legs to fit himself there, spreading you further with his wide body.

You felt the button of his leather pants loose and dangling, flapping open against your thighs which meant…

His cock lolled across your mons and belly, warm and hard. He humped himself against you, rutting along the curve of your tummy and teasing you with a preview of his strength. You reached down very slowly, stroking him carefully, barely touching his velvety foreskin, feeling the slip of it as he moved against your hand.

He let out a long, heated moan, his breath warm as it surrounded your neck, and he whispered to you in his million voices,

“Give yourself to me,” he chanted, “Bring me back.”

No sooner could you whisper back your consent than he grabbed you by your jaw and forced you to look into his black, soulless eyes. He notched his cock at your trembling hole, letting it dip into the wetness he had crafted there. Then, he pushed forward, stretching your walls around him, making you take his drooling head, raking himself in and out so that he could go deeper and deeper with each thrust.

You cried out, grasping your hands around his shoulders, and he squeezed your face in his huge paw, making you feel like he might break your jaw if he held you any tighter.

Once he was fully sheathed within the hollow of your body, he moved with a powerful, pistoned thrust, slamming himself through you and making your core heat from his friction. You felt yourself being broken by him, the parts of you that were holding together your sanity were slowly slipping away with each punishing movement, and the deeper you allowed him to fuck you, the further away from reality your thoughts were. You were back in his memories, imagining his life before, his warfare, ancient and modern, and all you could think about was why he would want to be back here. What did he want? Was it you?

His hand slipped between your lips, and he pressed into your throat, rubbing your tongue and making your jaw ache from his pressure and invasion. You tried to suckle from him, taking his fingers past your teeth, licking and slurping up your own spit from his glove.

“Such a good girl. Perfect for me. A new vessel.”

Vessel? What were you holding?

You whined, trying to understand, and he silenced you with a growl, low and deep. He was fucking you at a pace full of fire and fury, and your whole body felt like it was being pounded into submission. You could hear the wet, gushing slapping noises that his cock was making as it churned inside of you. Your legs felt weak, and you couldn’t help but leave them hanging open, allowing him to fill you as deep as he could go.

Your mouth burned from his fingers, and your pussy was begging to come, clenching and shaking with need. He felt you, and he pushed through your shuddering quim harder and harder, using you to bring himself to his own crescendo, joining you on the edge.

“You’re mine…” He hissed, moving himself right against your most pliant spot, massaging you up to a tumbling explosion of feeling and fervent want.

As you came, you screamed, but it was muffled by his invasive hand. He came with you, filling you as you tightened around him, dumping his thick load into your hole, smearing it all over your lips with each covetous thrust.

Then, you couldn’t believe what you were seeing. He was melting into you, his body turning back into mist, covering your skin and seeping into your flesh. You felt him inside of you, curling and twisting around all of the parts that made you who you were, turning them for his own benefit, staining your soul with his own.

You gasped, searching for air, watching helplessly as the last thing you saw before he disappeared completely was the black sockets of his skull mask, and it felt like he was smiling.

You lay there, alone, and yet full of him. He was feeling and sensing and thinking right alongside you. And he was… playing with you. You could feel him moving his cock deep within you even though, when you looked down, there was nothing there.

“Please…” You begged, closing your legs together, trying to stop the sensation from happening.

“Pretty thing,” the Ghost chuckled, “We’re just getting started.”

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Jangan ragu untuk menghubungi CV. Gada Bina Usaha. Kami menyediakan berbagai jenis perangkat pelabuhan berkualitas tinggi, termasuk Bollard atau Bolder Kapal, Marine Rubber Fender, dan Frontal Frame Fender, serta perlengkapan pelabuhan lainnya. Dengan komitmen kami terhadap kualitas dan keandalan, kami siap mendukung kelancaran dan keamanan setiap proyek yang Anda jalankan. Jika kualitas adalah prioritas utama Anda, CV. Gada Bina Usaha adalah pilihan yang tepat. Sebagai perusahaan berpengalaman yang telah beroperasi sejak 2010, kami telah sukses mendukung berbagai proyek dermaga di seluruh Indonesia. Tim kami siap membantu Anda dalam memilih tipe dan kapasitas bollard atau bolder kapal yang paling sesuai dengan kebutuhan spesifik proyek Anda, semuanya ditawarkan dengan harga yang sangat kompetitif.

Selain bollard, kami juga menawarkan berbagai produk unggulan lainnya, seperti Anchor Bolt Rubber Fender, Karet Dilatasi Expansion Joint Seal, Karet Bumper Gudang, Karet Dapra Kapal, Elastomeric Bearing Pads Jembatan, Karet Strip / Rubber Sheet Bearing Jembatan, Angkur Fixed Moved Jembatan, Asphaltic Plug, dan Gundukan Jalan Karet. Kami menyediakan berbagai produk yang dirancang khusus untuk memenuhi kebutuhan di bidang konstruksi dermaga, jembatan, dan bangunan lainnya. Untuk pemesanan bollard tipe tee 150 Ton atau kapasitas lainnya dengan harga bersaing, jangan ragu untuk menghubungi kami. Kami siap memberikan solusi profesional dan terpercaya untuk semua kebutuhan perangkat pelabuhan Anda.

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mahameruputra14 · 1 year ago

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Tee Bollard 50 Ton - Tee Head Bollard 50 Ton - Bollard Tipe Tee Kapasitas 50 Ton Jakarta

Bollard Tipe Tee 50 Ton Jakarta Tee Head Bollard 50 Ton – Tee Bollard Kapasitas 50 Ton Jakarta. Dalam dunia maritim, keamanan dan kontrol kapal adalah prioritas utama. Salah satu komponen kunci yang memainkan peran penting dalam proses ini adalah Bollard Tipe Tee. Artikel ini akan membahas apa itu Bollard Tipe Tee, mengapa ini penting dalam dunia pelabuhan, dan bagaimana fungsinya memengaruhi…

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gordonbullard · 2 years ago

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Few Things About Tret Up Lights

Tret Up is manufactured by die-cast aluminium. It is organically shaped in column-mounted light with an internal anti-glare louvre for use in pedestrian areas, public paths, and architectural or park applications. Tret-up is available in different columns, which are triangles or round columns. In addition, there is a wood effect finish, and many different finishes are available. Accessories are available such as an anchorage base. Light performance in tendering with indirect light control emission regulations.

The tret up is traditionally considered the most primitive form of fun, rugged escape, or shelter, but this collection features trets that demonstrate that this structural typology of the tret is equally employed in a sophisticated manner. The architecture functions in different forms as pavilions, camps and hotels, exhibition enclosures and event spaces. Throughout continents Asia, Africa, Europe, and North America, the tret up uses fabric to shelter but also to develop dynamic spaces that are architecturally compelling.

Modern tret up

The structure was designed in ancient periods, but it is still trending and designing a large-scale modern building using this archetype still has structural challenges and can spur impressive innovations these days. These architects have employed adaptable materials and often drift far from the straightforward tee-pee structural system to create trets that inspire.

Tret Up 2400

Series of bollards available in height. Designed to illuminate walkways, avenues, pathways, gardens and parks without glaring.

Silicone gaskets certify maximum sealing in all temperatures and operating conditions. The reflector in polycarbonate assembled the product vandal resistant. The product is installed with stainless steel screws on an anchor plate earlier anchored to the ground. Some models have water-lock technology, which is built into the device and prevents humidity from rising from the power line as a result of alternating on and off cycles.

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karetfendergbu · 3 years ago

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(via Jual Bollard Bitt, Tee, Curve Dermaga Surabaya)

Jual Bollard Bitt, Tee, Curve Dermaga Surabaya

Bollard Bitt, Bitt, Curve merupakan bentuk bollard bolder tambatan kapal yang sering digunakan di dermaga di Indonesia bahkan diluar negeri tipe tersebut sangat familiar.Bollard adalah besi cor vertikal yang dipasang pada lantai dermaga sebagai komponen yang berfungsi untuk melilitkan tali kapal saat kapal sandar.salah satu komponen keamanan lalu lintas laut pada dermaga selain karet fender dermaga, satu paket yang umumnya diadakan bagi proyek pembangunan dermaga maupun rehabilitas dermaga.

Tipe Bollard Dermaga

Tipe Bollard yang paling banyak digunakan di dermaga pelabuhan Indonesia adalah tipe Bitt Bollard, tipe Curve Bollard, dan tipe Tee Bollard yang semuanya memiliki bentuk yang berbeda dan kapasitas yang berbeda.

Bitt Bollard Dermaga

Tee Bollard Dermaga

Curve Bollard Dermaga

Distributor Bitt Bollard

Bitt bollard, Tee bollard, Curve bollard dan tipe bollard yang lain seperti single bitt bollard, double bitt bollard, curve bollard custom telah kami suply ke berbagai proyek dermaga pelabuhan di Indonesia dengan berbagai kapasitas dari 5 Ton sampai dengan 100 Ton.Kami juga memproduksi karet fender dermaga, catwalk grating, frontal frame, karet elastomer jembatan, karet bumper loading dock.

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workshopgadabinausaha · 3 years ago

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Bollard bolder besi cor tambatan tali kapal,salah satu accesories dermaga selain rubber fender mempunyai berfungsi sebagai penambatan tali kapal saat kapal sandar agar letak dan posisi kapal tetap pada posisinya.selain jangkar bollard juga membantu posisi kapal pada tempatnya saat terjadi arus besar atau ombak besar di dermaga.

Bollard terdiri dari banyak bentuk dan kapasitas (disesuaikan dengan bakal kapal yang sandar) model bollard seperti contoh gambar dibawah ini :

Bitt Bollard

Bitt Bollard (straight bollard) tersedia mulai dari kapasitas 10 Ton – 200 Ton.

Staghorn Bollard

Staghorn bollard SH bollard Jarang sekali pemakaian bentuk harbour biasanya perusahaan asing yang memiliki dermaga,kapasitas yang pernah kita suply 50T dan 100T

Tee Bollard

Tee Bollard bentuk seperti jamur lebih pendek dari tipe bollard yang lain tersedia dari kapasitas 10T – 100 T

Curve Bollard

Curve bollard atau harbour bollard bentuk seperti cocor bebek secara visual lebih besar dari bollard yang lain tersedia 10 T – 100 T

Single Bitt Bollard

Bentuk custom seperti digambar sesuai pesanan dapat kita kerjakan

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pinkledstone · 4 years ago

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Customized YSmarines Marine Bollard

YSmarines is a professional marine bollard manufacturer, The color, material and other factors can be customized as well as the certificates of CCS, ABS, BV, NKK, etc provided. The mooring bollard supplied by YSmarines has a compact high strength bollard system, anchoring system, competitive price guaranteed with good after-sale service.

GOST11265-73 Double Cruciform Bollard

Features

1.Low friction surface treatment

2.High holding force of the mooring ropes

3.Stable construction to ensure working in a tough environment

Curved Dock Bollard

Features

1.Wide range of base shapes for choice;

2.Strong & long-lasting design;

3.Standard loading ratings and anchoring system;

4.Qualified epoxy coating.

DIN82607 Double Bitt Bollard

The DIN 82607 double bitt mooring bollard is delivered as epoxy painted and with the necessary reinforcements installed. Also, they are standard delivered with a hook bolt and chain stopper. The bollards can be produced in different sizes and equipped with a pulley according to the customer’s request.

Features

1. With or without foundation for choosing

2. Stopper plugs are provided to secure the ropes;

3. Eye-plates for tying the stopping-off rope also available;

4. The fairlead on the bollard is also available.

T Head Type (Tee Head Type) Dock Bollard

The T head bollard ( Tee bollard) is used in various shipyards, docks (wharf, jetties, ports) and other marine applications for the mooring function of vessels and boats. The T head dock bollard (or Tee dock bollard) is suitable for steeper rope angles and is ideal for multi-purpose berths.

The design of the T head dock bollard (or Tee head dock bollard) are various kinds. We also support the customized service, casting the type of the T head (Tee head) as the drawing showed by clients. And the base of the T head dock bollard (or Tee head dock bollard) can also be in different shapes, such as round shape, square shape and semi-circle shape, etc, which can also be customized. The T head dock bollard from YSmarines is in qualified row material with the advanced casting process. And the surface treatment of the T head bollard is coating by epoxy paint to make it much more smooth and good looking.

Features

1.Wide range of base shapes for choice;

2.Strong & Long-lasting design;

3.Standard loading ratings and anchoring system;

4.Qualified epoxy coating.

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Sales Forecast of Ship Bollards Market Reveals Positive growth through 2029

The COVID-19 pandemic has caused supply and manufacturing disruptions in the automotive sector creating uncertainties in every aspect. The change in customer behavior in terms of mobility preferences during this crisis is changing the automotive landscape.

This pandemic situation has shut down many production lines owing to the trade restrictions and closed borders, creating a shortage in required parts and limiting the distribution of supplies. Different enforced measures including the closing of workspaces and dismissal of short-time workers have created a depression in the growth rate of the automotive industry.

The growing fear of recession is estimated to decrease overall sales and revenue. A limited supply of parts coupled with a reduced workforce has forced the leading OEMs to shut down their production. A significant drop in demand has restricted the cash inflow which is highly important in payment of salaries to the workforce. With growing uncertainties around the COVID-19 pandemic, the industry leaders are taking measures to adapt to the situation.

Ship Bollards Market: Introduction

Ship Bollards are structures, resembling a post on the berthing area of ships. The primary function of ship bollards is to secure the mooring lines of a ship. The concept of ship bollards came into existence in the 17th and 18th centuries when old cannons were used as posts to moor ships. Ship bollards, arranged in pairs are referred to as ‘bitts’. Ship bollards are primarily cylindrical in shape, but have a larger diameter on the top to prevent the mooring warps from loosening. Ship bollards present on oil tankers are also referred to as cruciform bollards which enable the securing and supporting of flexible hoses used in cargo operations.

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The material used for the manufacture of ship bollards is normally cast steel, ductile cast iron, and stainless steel. Ductile cast iron is the preferred material for the manufacture of ship bollards as the material is more resistant to corrosion than steel and is compatible with various types of coatings. In addition, the fluidic nature of the metal during the casting process lends a smoother finish to the end product. Cast steel ship bollards are more competitive than thick cast iron ship bollards as they are available in a wide range of load capacities. Moreover, the ductile nature of cast steel provides the ship bollards with a structural margin during overload situations.

Ship Bollard Market: Market Dynamics

The development of inland waterway systems and capacity expansion as well as the construction of newer ports is helping the growth of the ship bollards market. For instance, according to the Inland Waterways Authority of India’s July, 2018 report, the Government is working on developing inland waterways in the country as it is a cleaner and cheaper mode of transportation in comparison to roadways and railways. The report adds that the Government has currently identified 36 inland waterways which are commercially viable and can be developed. This is one of the major factors which is helping in the growth of the ship bollards market.

Alternative mooring systems such as magnetic mooring and vacuum mooring are being deployed as they are cost effective and less time consuming. The use of such mooring systems eliminates the need for ropes and substantial manpower thereby minimizing costs. This factor is adversely impacting the growth of the ship bollards market.

Ship Bollards Market: Market Segmentation

The global Ship Bollards market can be segmented on the basis of material, bollard type, and ship type.

On the basis of material, the global Ship Bollards market is segmented into:

Cast Iron

Cast Steel

Stainless Steel

Others

On the basis of bollard type, the global Ship Bollards market is segmented into:

Tee

Horn

Kidney

Cleat Bollard

Double Bitt

Single Bitt

Pillar

On the basis of ship type, the global Ship Bollards market is segmented into:

Oil Tanker

Cargo Ship / Container Carriers

Dreamliner/ Cruise Ships

Navy Vessels

Others (Ro-Ro Ships, Fishing Vessels, and High Speed Crafts)

Ship Bollards Market: Regional Outlook

North America and Europe are the leading markets for ship bollards. The presence of a large number of ports in North America and the enforcement of environmental pollution control regulations in Europe are driving the growth of the ship bollards market in the region. Asia Pacific is expected to be the highest growth market for ship bollards as emerging nations such as China and India, in addition to other South-East Asian countries such as Indonesia, Singapore, and Thailand are investing heavily in the development of water based transportation and port development.

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Ship Bollards Market: Key Market Participants

Some of the key market participants in the global Ship Bollards market are:

Trelleborg AB

Prosertek Group S.L.

Shanghai Zhiyou Marine & Offshore Equipment Co. Ltd.

James Fisher & Sons, plc. (Fendercare Marine)

ESC Group

Walcon Marine Ltd.

TEKMARINE Systems, LLC.

Max Groups Marine Corporation

Broxap Ltd.

Schoellhorn-Albrecht Machine Co. Ltd.

Zalda Technology

Katradis Marine Ropes Ind. S.A.

Maxtech Corporation Ltd.

RCM Holland

J C MacElroy Company, Inc.

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