#tits. (german edition)

[y-psi-lon]

Ok so we know that Psychonauts doesn't let you type swears or ~uncouth~ words with the typewriter in Cruller's Correspondence. However, I did find out that this does not apply if you write them in different languages.

I present you:

[bearieio]

total perv...

(könig edition)

warnings: praise kink, panty stealing & sniffing, sorta possessive!könig, shibari, kinda needy/sub(?)!könig, reader teasing könig & vice versa, könig spoiling you

a/n: ugh ignore my poor german…… i have NOT been studying… BUT ANYWAYS...

pervy!older bf!könig who simply can’t shut up about how beautiful your body is and how he’s the only one who gets to see you when its totally ruined for him.

“meins… alles meins..” the way he compliments your every crack and crevice located on (and in) your body, calling you a “pretty baby,” every 3 minutes

pervy!older bf!könig who always has a pair of your panties in his possession. in his glove compartment, in his duffel bag when he goes to the gym, and in the lower pocket of his cargo pants. he takes a pair everywhere. 

pervy!older bf!könig who can’t help but stare at what is his. when you’re changing or getting undressed with the door cracked open, when you’re getting out of the shower, or even when you’re just sitting on the couch in your pjs. 

you’ll be changing your clothes before bed and see a pair of BLUE ORBS staring at you from the hallway, just gazing over every part of your body. 

pervy!older bf!könig who can’t keep his hands out of his pants when you’re away. 

he’ll be at home, on the couch, staring at pics of you on his phone, palming himself under his sweatpants at the thought of your mouth on him.

pervy!older bf!könig who can’t stop himself from looking at your tits whenever you’re looking directly up at him… resisting the urge to grope them right then and there..

pervy!older bf!könig who won’t hesitate to bend you over his desk and pound into you relentlessly if you just so happen to get a little snippy with him.

“want to say that again, liebling? huh? no?” he whispers in your ear, holding you by your neck, holding your small frame up against his much larger one, your hands barely being able to touch his desk below you. “oh… what happened to that little attitude you had moments ago, hm?”

pervy!older bf!könig who loves to have you bound and tied up, like a sort of present… just for him. (ugh shibari is so interesting)

he ties you up in hogties in order to tease and edge you for long periods of time.. loonngg periods of time. no matter how bratty you may or may not have been acting that day he’s definitely taken the time to practice different ties and knots with you, especially when they more elaborate ones that have you suspended in the air n stuff. “du musst fokus, liebling! here, give me your leg-”

pervy!older bf!könig who gets soooooo desperate for you when he finds his way into your pants. panting and practically drooling when you present yourself to him. 

“be a good girl and let me taste you, huh? schatz?” he’d go INSANE if you kept denying his requests. he’d get all needy, his hands inching closer and closer to the elastic hem of your laced panties “nuh-uh-uh!” you’d chime in, seconds before his hands find their way inside. he’d groan and beg s’more… and the process repeats until finally you give in and let him touch & taste you.

pervy!older bf!könig who teases you about both your height difference and age difference. calling you his “little bunny,” and “kleine maus,” and often pretending to use you as an arm rest. 

“how’s-uh- ....how’s the weather down there, hase?” he says, placing his arm on your head, leaning into you slightly. when you start to move from your position, he’s caught off-guard and almost falls over. 

pervy!older bf!könig who tells shows you how much he loves you by spoiling you ROTTEN! buying you plushies, clothes, new trinkets and gadgets to place around your guys’ bedroom.

he somehow always has a present for you. and at the PERFECT moments too needed a new phone because your old one was outdated/broken? BOOM he already has a new one waiting you when you get home. he definitely buys you CASES and CASES of those sonny angels and those smiski glow in the dark figures in order to show his appreciation towards you :)

masterlist

[gooperts-gunk]

i saw someone on twitter writing qsmp names in korean and im trying so hard not to be bothered i know they have good intentions but it was just so wrong in parts so instead here's how qsmp names would be written in korean BY THE SOUND not how they're written. note that i am not korean nor on the korean side of qsmptwt but as a casual kpoppie it's a rite of passage to learn hangul and try to learn korean at one point therefore though i am not a trusted source i do know the basics of the phonetics LUL

alphabetical order & categorized!

get ready for me to infodump on mouth sounds

update from the morning after this post: fixed/optimized some!!!

english speaking creators:

badboyhalo: 밷보이헤이로 (baed-bo-i-he-i-ro/lo) i infer it'd be easier to just call him 헤이로 out of every part of him name please let's halo-truth bbh. the 헤이 slurs into the "hey/hei" sound, very little accentuation on the just one part, it works as one!!

dantdm: 단티디엠 or 댄티디엠 (dan-ti-di-em, daen-ti-di-em) i've heard both pronunciations for the name dan, it's a matter of preference here! EDIT: also possibly 댼 instead which is also daen but like, not really? but also they're really similar? and i don't know how to hear the difference but there is one and nevermind don't worry about it man

fit: 피트 (pi-teu) directly would be 핕 but that's just a tricky one it's bound to have a soft �� sound following

foolish: 푸���쓰 or 푸리쌰? (pu-ri/li-sseu, pu-ri/li-ssya) THIS ONE IS TRICKY if it does go 쌰 it's be a soft one, but more likely 쓰 EDIT: IS IT 풀리쎠 (peul-ri-ssyeo) ?!?!?!? IM STILL ON THIS FOOLISH IS SO TOUGH TO PUT INTO HANGUL IM NOT GONNA BE OVER IT

ironmouse: 아이욘마우스 or 아이룐마우스 (a-i-yon-ma-u-seu, a-i-ryon/lyon-ma-u-seu) this one feels tit for tat, same same, just a minor difference in accentuating the r in iron or not! EDIT: could also be 아이런 (a-i-reon) or 아이론 (a-i-ron) !!!

jaiden: 제이든 (je-i-deun) no notes very easy and straightforward one

lenay: 르네이 (reu/leu-ne-i) same with jaiden's!

nihachu / niki: 니하추 or 니아추, 니키 (ni-ha-chu, ni-a-chu, ni-ki) another same same thing with ni-HA or ni-A, just depends on accentuation or not! the 추 may possibly be said as 츄 instead, but im unsure of which

philza: 피르쟈, 피르 (pi-reu/leu-jya, pi-reu/leu) no notes, straightforward! as you will come to notice, f's usually translate to ㅍ's, and z's usually translate to ㅈ's!

quackity: 콰키티 (kua/kwa-ki-ti) no notes! i heard like months back that quackity's korean fandom endearingly calls him 키티 i think?? fun fact i remembered :)

slimecicle / charlie: 스라임씨컬, 챨이 (seu-ra/la-im-ssi-keol/keor, chyal/chyar-i) wow okay so how do you write charlie in korean because i KNOW there's no way it's 챠르리 (chya-reu-ri) my tongue is tripping over the 르리, it has to be 챨이, or 챠리, or 챨리 right??? okay the more i think the more 챨리 (chyal-li) sounds right ok everyone go home i think it's 챨리 LUL

tinakitten / tina: 티나키던, 티나 (ti-na-ki-deon, ti-na) no notes! straightforward!

tubbo: 터뽀 (teo-bbo) no notes! but also i feel like there's other ways to write it that im just not convinced are correct LUL

wilbur soot: 윌버 쑽 (wil/wir-beo ssut) no notes!

spanish speaking creators:

carre: 카레 (ka-re) no notes!

elmariana: 에르마리아나 or 엘마리아나 (e-reu/leu-ma-ri/li-a-na, el-ma-ri-a-na) the reason why i included 에르 alongside 엘 is because it ends up sounding like "ed", the L/R sound in korean is in that same range and when said fast or cut abruptly like 엘, it sounds like a D, if not for context :) so 엘 COULD work! but it'd be hard to recognize it as an L/R sound without some extra space made for the sound. this is also relevant for elquackity!

german: 헤르만 or 헬만 (he-reu/leu-man, her/hel-man) same thing as last note applies here! it'd sound like HED-man more than HER-man but, still, could work!

luzu, arin: 루쥬 or 루주, 아린 (ru/lu-jyu, ru/lu-ju, a-rin/lin) no notes! i see luzu more said with the 쥬 sound instinctively but it's one of those either or i think EDIT: if it were the spain pronunciation i think it'd be 루튜 (lu-tyu) or 루뜌 (lu-ddyu) ??? the thhh sound doesn't exist in korean but this is the closest it gets i think

maximus, maxo: 맠수머스, 맠서 (mak-su-meo-seu, mak-seo) okay at this point my brain is mush and im sure there's a better way to write this but it's a tricky one. the 맠 could also be 막 (mag) but im unsure where in the mouth the difference is between 맠 and 막, because hangul is very mouth oriented, it's allll about tongue placement, and i am SO not on that X_X EDIT: i change my mind it's 막 for maximus but 맠서 is fine i think idk how to explain is just is. also alternate pronunciationfor maximus: 막씨머스 (mag-ssi-meo-seu)

missa sinfonia: 미싸 씬퍼냐 (mi-ssa ssin-peo-nya) yeah that seems about right (my brain is melting everything is hangul) no notes! EDIT: ok but IS it possibly 미사 (mi-sa)??? im doubting myself here

polispol, pol: 폴에쓰폴, 폴 (pol-e-sseu-pol, pol) no notes!

rivers: 리버스 (ri/li-beo-seu) no notes!

roier: 로이예 or 로이옐 (ro/lo-i-ye, ro/lo-i-yer/yel) this is one of those scenarios where an abrupt L/R sound works just fine! don't know how to explain it! but it just works!

rubius: 루비어스 (ru-bi-eo-seu) no notes!

spreen: 스프린 (seu-peu-rin) no notes!

vegetta: 베헷따 (be-het-dda) okay i don't know how to explain but tonalities of how you say vegetta in spanish make me think 베 and that the tta would be equal to the sharpness of 따 stick with me here i've been doing hangul names for so long now i can't see the end of the horizon EDIT: for some reason im changing my mind it might be 페헷따 (pe-het-dda)

willyrex, willy: 위리렉스, 위리 (wi-ri-reg-seu, wi-ri) okay again idk how to explain but the reason why ㄱ and not ㅋ is because it just feels like it instinctively, like that's a deep ㄱ abrubt stop, not a high ㅋ abrupt stop. im losing my marbles

portuguese speaking creators:

bagi: 바지 (ba-ji) no notes!

cellbit: 셀비트 (sel-bi-teu) guys this is getting hard. yes it's somehow sel and not se-leu. yes it's bi-teu and somehow not bit. if it were bit it'd be missing the aftermath TCH sound and i think it sounds good with it. the sel has space to breathe and isn't abrupt. stay with me. we're almost done EDIT: fellow hangul enjoyer anon in ask box said 셀빛 (sel-bich/bit) or 셀비츠 (sel-bi-cheu) if with the accent, i like these, ur getting put on the fridge with the best magnets. 빛 is a fun one because it sounds pretty much the same to 빝 or 빗, all end in the same stop of the tongue going to the roof of the mouth, but 빛 in particular means "light" and i think that's nice :)

felps: 펠릅스 (pel-reub-seu) holy moly i didn't expect this to be a tongue twister but i think i nailed it

mike: 마이크 or 마이키 (ma-i-keu, ma-i-ki) i've heard mike being called mikey so i included it for fun because there's been so much hardship. so so much. we're in this together.

pac: 팩 or 패크 (paeg, pae-keu) paeg and not paek because it's just a more throat based sound to say pac idk man. pae-keu is a hypothetical im losing it man i don't know anything anymore EDIT: okay i change my mind it's definitely 패크 over 팩 im so loopy from hyperfocus overload man EDIT EDIT: i can also see 팍 (pak) being used though that isn't how it sounds for us, i can see someone saying it that way in korean if they were to read it before hearing it and then go from there

french speaking creators:

antoine daniel: 안투완 단옐 (an-tu-wan dan-yel) in french the a's are long so 단 over 댄 is a guaranteed. the yel could be accentuated more but you get the point by now

aypierre: when french accent, 아이피에히, when english accent, 에이피에어 (a-i-pi-e-hi, e-i-pi-e-eo) (thank u anon for contributing 피에어 that makes much more sense)

baghera jones: one way is 바게라 전스 the other is 바길라 전스 (ba-ge-ra jeon-seu, ba-gil/gir-ra jeon-seu) a baGERa or bagEARa dilemma.....

etoiles: 에투왈 (e-tu-wal/war) no notes!

kameto: 카메토 (ka-me-to) no notes!

THERE!!!! IT'S DONE!!!! this was hard but i feel like i got most right. and when im wrong let's just say this was just hangul practice and not serious right guys, just practice round, right??? we don't take me so serious, right??? just stick fight with totem??? if you know korean especially the phonetics better than me which is NOT a high bar at all, you can step over that bar EASY, tell me a better way to write these thank u! smile :)

bonus round coming at you live from the morning after!!! some others that i thought "yeah let's include you"

im gonna be working on this on and off all day i think so don't be scared if someone isn't here chances are brain is doing something else but will add it later :)

cucurucho: 쿠쿠루쵸 (ku-ku-ru/lu-chyo) no notes!

walter bob: 월터 법 (weol/weor-teo beob) could also be 봅 (bob)

chayanne: 챠얀 (chya-yan) or 차얀 (cha-yan) no notes!

tallulah: 타룰라 (ta-lul-la) no notes!

ramon: 라몬 (ra-mon) or if you're pac you say 하몬 (ha-mon) heehee :)

dapper: 답퍼 (dab-peo) or possibly 답뻐 (dab-bbeo) but im not so sure about that one

leo / leonardo / leonarda: if you speak english it's 리오 (li-o) if you speak spanish it's 레오 (le-o), then add on 날도 (nar/nal-do) or 날다 (nar/nal-da) :)

richarlyson / richas: 리찰리손, 리차스 (ri-chal/char-li-son, ri-cha-seu) no notes!

pomme: 펌 (peom) or 폼 (pom) both work here!

trump: 트람프 or 트럼프, to make it trumpet change the 프 to 펫 (pet/ped)

tilin: 티린 (ti-lin/rin) no notes!

juanaflippa: 환나프리파 (hwan/huan-na-peu-li-pa)

bobby: 법비 (beob-bi) or 봅비 (bob-bi) both work here!

empanada: 엠파나다 (em-pa-na-da) no notes!

pepito: 페피토 (pe-pi-to) no notes!

sunny(sideup): 선니사읻엎 (seon-ni-sa-id-eop) this one works nicely because the 읻 bleeds into the 엎 and sounds like it's one full iddeop :) this one is an ending in ㅍ not ㅂ moment but i don't know how to explain why

[issdisgrace]

JOBS

WARNINGS: NSFW, hybrid characters, horny fueled writing, watersports, insertion kink?

A/N: Wrote and edited this while very horny so sorry that it’s everywhere and not the greatest. Hope you guys like it though.

You were the proud owner of 4 hybrids, 2 german shepherd hybrids named Chris and Carlos, a cow hybrid named Krauser, and a pig hybrid named Wesker.

You loved your pets to death and there isn’t a thing in the world you wouldn’t do for them. You fed them, played with them, bathed them, slept with them, and a lot of other things. So it was only reasonable for you to give them jobs to occupy their time as you worked in your home office.

Chris’s job was as your marker holder. So each day he was face down ass up on your left side, his cunt stuffed full of markers and a vibrator on his clit. You, of course, not being cruel allowed Chris to cum and make a mess of himself, but he wasn’t allowed to drop any of your markers and if he did, he would get two spanks per marker that fell out.

These same rules applied to Carlos as well. Who also sat face down ass with a vibrator on his clit up but on your right side instead of your left. He also had his cunt being used as a holder like Chris, but instead of markers it was pens.

Now onto Krauser’s job, unlike Chris and Carlos who sit beside you Krauser sits under your desk. Warming your cock with his mouth while his cunt was stuffed with a huge vibrating dildo and his tits were getting milked. So you, Chris, and Carlos have a nice refreshment later.

But now last but certainly not least Wesker, who likes a different type of refreshment. Wesker sits in the middle of your office waiting to be used as a urinal by you or the others. Speaking of the others, they all have vibrators that bring them pleasure as they do their job. But not Wesker. He doesn’t want any other pleasure than the pleasure he gets from drinking piss.

Anyway, in conclusion, all your pets love you and the jobs that you have assigned to them.

[hipstersbleedroses]

News for the german tit goers! presale friday 12pm

edit: didn’t know presale is a different thing in english. yeah just. tickets go in sale then. that’s it i guess.

[callsign-mimic]

Meet Mimic!

(My CoD OC, not me lol)

Lieutenant Renee "Mimic" Foster

(Edit because I forgot to tag @charliemwrites so that Captain Castle Alistair has some idea as to why this creature is so skittish around him. And also so Charlie can squee about her more.)

Name: Renee "Mimic" Foster

Rank: Lieutenant

Aliases: Mimic, Bunny, Maus, Fawn, The Bard, The human equivalent of a Capybara

Official Callsign: Mimic

Age: 34

Gender/Pronouns/Sexuality: AFAB Agender, she/he/they (predominately uses she/her because it's easier and she doesn't actually give a fuck), Pansexual, Panromantic (Gender is meaningless to a mimic).

Marital Status: Officially Single, Unofficially has enough partners to start several sports teams.

Height: 5'6"

Weight: 250lbs of combined fat and muscle. Don't let her plush exterior fool you, she can and will throw down if she has to. She has plenty of thigh, tit, tum, and ass to be the perfect pillow as well. Built for cuddles, but can and will kick your ass.

Hair: Dark brown bordering on black, length ends just between shoulder blades, soft natural waves

Eyes: Pale blue, almost grey in color. Needs corrective lenses to see. Whether she uses contacts or glasses depends on mission requirements.

Personality/Quirks:

AuDHD. Inattentive and hella quiet. Loud, boisterous, and super expressive when hyper.

Wears a choke chain collar outside of missions. Is it a kink thing? No. She likes the weight of it and the sounds it makes when she moves. Can it be a kink thing? Absolutely.

Uncannily laid back and unbothered by most things. It takes a lot to make her angry. Rusty started comparing her to a capybara and often affectionately refers to her as "Capy".

Was in drama, choir, and band. Could definitely have gotten a considerably safer job as that voice actor that surprises you by being the voice of multiple completely different sounding characters.

Terrifyingly perceptive. Her peripheral vision is good enough that she can be sitting right next to a mark and not have to turn to look at them to give updates on their movements.

Practically a shape-shifter. Specializes in infiltration and espionage because she has the energy of an NPC and can integrate herself into most settings so well it just seems natural for her to be there. Need her to be sweet and bubbly? Done. Need an aggressive, short king with a Russian accent? She's got you. Surprisingly androgynous for someone with almost hyper-feminine features.

Fluent in English (native language), German, Russian, and Spanish. Teaching herself Japanese because she is an easily bored millennial weeb.

Sub leaning switch who can dish it out until her targets are puddles, but gets sheepish and flustered the minute she's given a genuine compliment (Stripper likes to make her a squirming mess by whispering praises into her ear while he has a tight hold around her waist. When she can't form proper words anymore is when the kisses start).

A ruthless, efficient killer on missions. Total prey animal off duty.

Sweet as. Will give you the shirt off her back if you need it. Always down to provide cuddles for comfort, a shoulder to cry on, or an ear to vent to.

Mom friend. Somehow ends up being the unofficial den mother of every team she works with (except her own, because Big Papa has the parenting handled for the three little goblins ❤️). She has zero issues with this.

The type of person who thinks being low maintenance is a good thing. Very rarely asks for help or support. Big Papa is the only person she (currently) trusts enough to let him take care of her. If you try to take care of her, she will make up some lame excuse to get away, or try to redirect your attention to something else.

Has all of the hobbies of a grandmother. Can knit, crochet, cross-stitch, embroider, sew, cook, and bake. Also does woodworking, works on cars, and makes weapons (yes, doing the forging and smithing herself). As previously stated, she gets bored easily.

Already has arthritis in her hands because she uses them pretty much nonstop.

[absainte]

i just remembered an old embarassment.

you know, one of those that keeps you up at night.

i started blogging at a tender age of 13 and at first i used internet cafés to do so but later on, our town finally got lan and we were connected to the whole world! and the whole world was exposed to me who should wear safety hazard warnings.

you see, when i started writing a blog on blog.pl (gone :( ), it cost a whole 10 zlotys to make (10 quid) and nobody had online payments or digital bank accounts - we had to send a text that cost that much, which was fairly ingenious back then.

here's the thing - blog.pl was a great piece of software and it wss dead simple. i have never encountered similar ever again and i looked! they adapted the code from a german project but i have recently viewed the original and it was more complex. old blogspot kind of matched it but was less braindead in the coding department. in other words - i immediately dedicated myself to committing unholy abominations.

it started with my neighbour upstairs. i lived in a flat converted from a flower shop/poker club/strip club on the 7th floor that my mum made residential (she worked at the housing association that administered it back then) while the 8th floor had utility rooms and 2 flats - one belonged to a couple of serial cheaters and the other tended to have students. the guy living there when I was 13 invested in faster internet (our speed was half of modem one while he was 4x more) and a cd burner so he was the king of the neighbourhood and provided everyone with software/games/films. to be fair, lan used to be open back then too and we all had public sharing folders, which were great and actually worked fast. i recall that i played gta 3 on someone's pc without needing to move the files.

back to the sin that my neighbour has committed - he gave my mum a cd with frontpage saying that it's probably like excel and i might like it as i fancied every piece of software sorting information (i still do!). at first, i used it like i have used word and then i figured out that if i paste the code from the blogging portal into it - it lets me move the elements. i proceeded to break absolutely everything.

main post container? table. sidebar? table. metatags? tables inside of tables. buttons? ... iframes ... inside tables. any images? tables that i edited to get bigger or smaller pictures because i had no clue that i could manipulate photos. how did it all look? like a bunch of tables escaping one another because they all hated the horrendous colour schemes that i made. yes, i had no clue what screen resolution was.

due to it all being fresh back then - everyone else was starting in the same manner as me as barely anyone specialised in anything internet-related. all of the polish personal websites were mainly those blogs and you could read the whole daily feed of them in hours (at first ... just one hour). it grew and with it - i learnt to steal better code from other people ;) . divs were like a holy grail to me and allowed me to churn out designs with the energy of a hyperfixated teenager - i changed my whole blog every week!

this led me to the tragic event that i am trying to write about. during summer of 2003 - i had a whim to make my blog look very beachy and that meant one thing - i had a huge header image featuring random anime girls with big tits in their swimming costumes. did i ask myself if that would blind people? nope. did i think that it might make some uncomfortable? nope. did i see any sexual undertones and connotations to this? nope. did i look into fan service in anime? nah.

so, what's the issue if I probably changed it a week later? the issue was a new trend popping up and that had been satirical blog review blogs. does anyone remember sporking from the ancient times of livejournal? it was like that. everyone important submitted their sites to be brutally torn apart and i loved reading those posts because each author seemed convinced their little corner of the internet was perfect. the writers of the most popular blog of this kind did complement well-made and well-managed blogs regardless of someone's skill level so people took pride in those reviews.

i was convinced mine would get a glowing review too and that the whole bus would give me a standing ovation! boobs weren't a hit with the reviewers or my overuse of font effects and clashing colours but we all know that it is all about the writing! they looked into the most recent posts and mine were... yeah... surreal disasters.

what did 2003-me think about the world? how did i view it and how did i interact with it? nobody will ever know, because i have chosen to write novels about my inability to pack my stuff so that i could go out of town, and about my broken toilet and a whole thesis while cold milk is superior to hot milk in cereal (it is!)

the first post detailed how much i struggled with finding a bag to fit all of my books and cds into, so i decided to be a menace and packed it all into a fridge. somehow, my clothing or anything else was less important and never got mentioned but i doubt i packed it. the second post was written about the very next day where i bemoaned my broken loo and described each of my actions connected to using it which consisted of boiling some water and pouring it down the pipes, then doing the same with cold water and i spent pages upon pages of text repeating all of this. finally, the angry milk-venting post arrived on the third day and i detailed the whole of an argument between me and mum on who is correct about cereal.

i thought these posts were little, shiny, heritage gems of surreal polish essayist aesthetic and i wish i were kidding but i was a pretentious teenager who followed naturists back then and admired a poet writing about his furnace and about his curtains.

my poor blog was deemed unreadable. i was furiously livid for a week but i managed to move on after summer harvest, because i really liked driving a tractor and enjoyed photographic my cousin running away from the cows. both events became posts later on but the critics never read them!

who wants to read about my loo?

[bratkook]

corrupt. jjk (m)

You’d be crying out in pain begging me to play my games. I could corrupt you, it would be ugly.

pairing: vampire!jk x human!reader genre: smut, pwp warnings: blood play, unprotected sex, dirty talk, exhibitionism, voyeurism, multiple orgasms, spanking, oral (f. receiving), partially clothed sex word count: 5k author’s note: literally everything i write is based on a song so listen to Corrupt by Depeche Mode. This also came to mind because my boss and i are obsessed with the idea of going to a sex club in berlin so i hope you enjoy lol. leave feedback or shoot me a message tysm ily bye. this also isnt edited yet im sorry

Standing in the middle of a dimly lit club in the heart of Berlin, the sound of a german band filling up the space all around you, is not how you thought your night would go.

Utterly alone, shimmying through the crowd of people all scantily clad in forms of leather or lace, some wearing nothing at all. No one seemed to mind you, no one gave you a second glance. The leather body harness you had on stuck to your body like second skin, the straps of it stretched across your breasts and covered your nipples. The only thing on your bottom half was a garter belt, a tiny pair of black underwear and fishnet stockings, finished off with some black heels.

You had begged your friend to come with you, being in the middle of your trip across Europe you wanted to visit the infamous sex club while in Berlin but she had been so against it. Not only was this club notorious for having orgies in the middle of the venue, which she thought was unspeakable, it was also a common hot spot for vampires as well, another taboo for her.

When she told you no you knew it was final so you didn’t mention it again. Instead you got dressed up in the bathroom of your airbnb, draped on a peacoat and headed out without a word. Luckily the club had coat check or else you’d feel entirely over dressed.

This club, unlike other vampire friendly ones you’ve visited, let everyone mingle together. You were accustomed to having dedicated rooms for humans, another for vampires, and a common ground for those who didn’t mind being together. But here it was a giant melting pot of both.

In the short ten minutes you’ve been here you had lost count of how many scarlet eyes you’d seen staring down at you, how many touches of cold skin you’d felt as you slipped by people, you felt very outnumbered and a little vulnerable but it sent a spark of excitement down your spine.

When you reach the bar, your arms press against the slightly tacky surface, a blonde with gleaming golden eyes greets you with a smile, “What’ll you have sweet heart?”

You strain your ears to hear her but try your best to tell her you’d just like a shot of tequila, she has no problem hearing your request, spinning around to grab the tequila from behind her.

Just as you start to ease up to being where you are, the feeling of someone slipping in beside you has you tensing up again. You keep your gaze on the bartender, watching her pour out your shot before sliding it over.

When you reach into the hem of your tights to pull out some cash she waves you off, “Its your first time here, consider it a welcoming gift.” She winks at you and moves on to the next thirsty guest before you can thank her.

You can sense the eyes boring into you from your right, your fingers gripping the edge of the shot glass as you lift it up to your lips. The curious observer just watches with a smirk as you throw back the shot, shutting your eyes as the warm liquid runs down your throat.

When you set the glass down and lick your lips over they finally speak, “First timer huh?”

The hairs on the back of your neck stand up at his voice, the low gravel of it swimming through your ears and getting your full attention. Its melodic, something about it has you turning to him like he had just said something ground breaking, and when you see who the voice belongs to you let out a small shudder.

The dark red of his eyes seems to glow in between the random flashes of light, his eyebrow arched up in curiosity as you drink him in. The hair on his head, parted to the side and showing the sharp eyebrows that frame his eyes, is an inky shade, the tips of the strands landing on his forehead.

He lets you take your time, watching you make your way down his face, reaching his soft lips, parted in a half smile that showcased the sharp fangs where your incisors are. The action should be threatening but all you can think of is having them sink into your skin.

The way he’s dressed is more modest than others, a sheer black mesh shirt hugging his chest, showing off the indents of muscles from how tight the material was. A harness similar to your own sits snuggly against his waist, the leather material matching that of his pants.

You snap out of it when you realize you’ve been staring at his crotch for more than seemed appropriate. Humor is written all over his face when you meet his gaze once more, remembering that the beautiful stranger had in fact asked you a question.

“Yeah, that obvious?”

He just chuckles, leaning against the bar top as well, “You just look a little intimidated is all. What is it, the vampires or the fucking in public?”

You push the shot glass further away from you, “Neither, I’ve had my fair share of vampires and if fucking in public scared me I wouldn’t be here.” Your words have piqued his interest, “Just first time jitters.”

He nods in understanding, “Fair, lets do some ice breakers then, I’ll start.” He clears his throat and inches closer to you, his shoulder nudging against yours, “My name is Jungkook, I’m technically 24, I enjoy making short films and I really want to fuck you.”

The small gasp you let out is clearly picked up by his ears, the smirk returning on his face at your reaction, “Oh wow,” you let out a giggle and he’s enamored by it, “well, my names Y/N, I’m 25, I enjoy baking and I really want to fuck you too.”

Jungkook hums, his tongue running along his teeth, “That can be arranged you know.”

You take a glance behind him, taking in the entirety of the club in the flashes of light. Almost every surface had a couple, at least, in the act of fucking each other in one form or another. In the middle of it all were the people who just came for the atmosphere, dancing along to the music playing as if ten feet away someone wasn’t getting fucked in the ass.

“Where?” You ask shyly, this was after all your first time at a club like this. The rules of dibs regarding location was foreign to you, not knowing what was off limits or not but Jungkook seemed to be very familiar with the club.

“Lets ease you into it yeah?” He murmurs out, his cold hand gently grasping yours and tugging you behind him as he slides through people without a care. The crowd seemed to split for him, humans and vampires alike staring him down but he paid them no mind as he crossed the floor.

The further you walked the more the crowd dispersed until you reached a hallway, the maroon walls were lined up with fetish photos, portraits of girls wrapped up in shibari, men wearing gimp masks along with shadow boxes holding various sex toys. In between each one were open doors, the rooms having a bed in the middle of them with lovers on top, the sounds of pleasure spilling out of the rooms and into the hallway.

Jungkook continued to lead you down the hallway, reaching a room he knows will be unoccupied. It was his room, no one ever used it but him, it was almost like an unspoken rule that it belonged to him so when you rounded the corner and stepped into it, the fact that i was completely untouched didn’t surprise him.

The bed was right in the middle, dimly illuminated by two sconces on the wall behind it. The black silk sheets look inviting, the large gold bed frame drawing you forward until your palms rested on the mattress, your fingers rubbing the soft material.

“I didn’t know places like this had beds.”

Jungkook steps behind you, his hands grasping your hips gently and pulling you back into him, “Mm, theres also a pool in the basement but I can show you that later.” He dips his head down, nuzzling his nose into the juncture of your neck and inhaling when the scent of you invades his senses.

He could hear the pounding of your heart, the blood pulsing through your veins in excitement. Jungkook knew you weren’t scared, you had waves of eagerness rolling off of you. The rythm of your heart wasn’t one of fear and as much as he used to love playing with his meals, knowing he didn’t have to sweet talk you into calming down made this more enjoyable.

“Yeah, later–laters good.” Your eyes flutter shut when his lips touch your skin, gently trailing up your neck and reaching your jaw. One of the hands that was on your hips came up to cup your cheeks, yanking your head around to crash his lips against yours.

The lingering remains of the tequila you had thrown back makes its way into his mouth when his tongue meets yours as he licks his way inside. Slowly you fully turn around, wrapping your arms around his neck and forcing him closer to you as your tongues tangled together messily.

Jungkook makes quick work at unclasping the harness you had on, his fingers coming together on your back and undoing the metal hooks until the fabric sagged off of your body. His lips never leave yours as you drop your arms, letting the leather material hit the floor.

When his hands come up to grasp your tits you pause kissing him, the icyness of his palm making your nipples pebble and he just smirks, almost as if he knows that you’re thinking of how his cold hands would feel inside your cunt.

“Such a pretty little human.” He mumbles out when he pulls back and stares at your exposed chest, his fingers twisting your nipple.

“Please,” you groan out, leaning forward to reattach your lips but he inches back to tease you, a playful smile on his face. “you said you wanted to fuck me.”

He relases your nipple, his hands now coming to undo his own harness, the garment joining yours on the floor but with it comes the mesh shirt. Inch by inch his smooth skin comes into view, the muscles on his stomach rippling as he peels it off and tosses it without a care.

“I do want to fuck you, so badly.” His head tilts slightly at you, watching you standing by the bed with your arms by your side and a pout on your face. “I like taking my time though baby, can you be patient for me.”

He hears the small intake of breath you make, nodding your head immediately. Patient? Yeah you could be patient for him, you could be anything for him. Its like his voice had you in a trance, any request he had could be fulfilled without a problem.

Jungkook reaches for you once more, his lips melting against yours while his hands guide your hips backwards, helping you onto the bed and pushing you back with ease. He slowly pushes you back until you’re fullt resting on the mattress, your hair splayed out around you with him hovering above you, his knees on either side of your thighs.

Your lips smack together for a moment, Jungkook gently nipping your bottom lip enough to draw a small bead of blood. When his tongue laps it up he moans into your mouth, the coppery taste mixed in with a hint of sweetness has his cock twitching. A small taste of whats to come, it takes him all the restraint he has to stop himself from devouring you here and now.

“Tastes,” kiss “so,” kiss “sweet.” He groans out in between kisses, pressing against you harder before trailing his lips down your body. You lay there with your chest heaving, your mind spinning when you feel the wetness of his lips kissing down your chest.

He envelopes your nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking around it with a moan, his other hand coming up to knead the flesh of your neglected breast and you gasp at the feeling, your back arching into his touch.

Your brain forcing your limbs to come into action now, your hand slipping into his hair and pushing him closer to you. The sensation of your fingers yanking his strands urges him on, sucking on your nipple while looking up at you, your eyes blown out in the darkness of the room, the bright red of his making him look predatory.

He pulls back with a wet smack, looking down at your saliva coated flesh and humming to himself while his hand continues to twist your other nipple. “So sensitive.” He comments when you whine at a particular hard tug he gives you, your head falling back with a sigh.

“Jungkook please.”

He relents, releasing your nipple and continuing his quest down your body, you’re expecting him to tug down your tights, maybe undo the garter belt before taking it all off but instead his fingers hook into the holes in the tighs around your crotch and yank hard. The sound of the fabric ripping has you lifting your head back up, catching him in the act of tearing your tights apart until your black panties were fully exposed to him.

Jungkook had slid off the bed, kneeling in front of you, his arms hooking under your thighs to drag you forward a bit, a smile spreading across his face when you let out a small shriek of surprise. The heels of your shoes rest on his back, your thighs sitting snuggly on his shoulders.

You can feel his breath against your skin, his lips hovering over the flesh of your inner thighs, his fingers digging into you as he licks his lips over. The anticipation is killing you, forcing yourself to drop your head back down because watching him stare at you like that was filling your stomach with nerves.

The soft flick of his tongue on your inner thigh has you tensing up, your hands reaching down to grasp his own, your warm fingers curling around his while they wrapped around your legs. Jungkook trails soft kisses on your skin, taking his time sucking and biting around your panties, his tongue gently flicking over your clit, a teasing motion that you barely feel through the material of your underwear.

He chuckles when your hands clutch his with annoyance, you had told him you could be patient but you were really doubting yourself now. Maybe fucking him out in the open of the club would’ve given you satisfaction a lot quicker.

Just as you’re about to voice your frustration, Jungkook pulls a hand away from your thigh, hooking his finger on the edge of your panties and yanking them to the side. Your glistening core shines back on him, his mouth salivating at getting a taste of you, wondering if your cunt was as sweet as your blood.

“Fuck.” You gasp when he licks a broad stripe up your slit, his tongue gathering your wetness in a practice move, a satisfied moan leaving his mouth at the taste. Everything he had said about taking his time was out the window now, diving into you shamelessly.

He growls when your hand comes back to tangle into his hair, the slight burn of his scalp causing him to eat you with more determination. His lips wrap around your clit, slurping and sucking gently enough to have you whimpering, your back arching up into him at the feeling.

Jungkook smirks when he releases your clit, nosing against it while his fingers circle your entrance, slipping in without resistance. The dirty thought that had crossed your mind before had been proven correct, Jungkook’s long icy fingers felt amazing inside your heat, spreading you open as if they were meant to be there. When he adds a second one, scissoring inside of you to stretch you out, a moan dies in your throat when you choke out, his lips come back to your center in a frenzy.

You can feel every ridge of his finger inside of you, grazing the bundle of nerves each time they thrust out, coupled with the way he’s sucking on your clit its not a shock that you’re quivering on the bed. 

“So fucking wet.” He awes for a second, the tug on his scalp letting him know you needed him to go back to what he was doing. A gush of wetness escapes you, dripping down his palm and onto the floor and he hums, he can hear the pounding in your veins increase in speed, the fluttering of your heart sounding like music to his ears.

“C-close,” you keen out, your heels digging into him and bringing him closer, “fuck, bite me. Please bite me.”

Thats all Jungkook needed to hear, his fingers slip out of you to replace his mouth, quickly circling your clit to have you hurdling over the edge. You can feel the pressure building in your abdomen, the controlled flicks of his fingers have you whining out.

Just as you’re about to teeter over Jungkook dips down and kisses your inner thigh once more, opening his mouth to clamp over your skin. In a flash his fangs pierce your flesh, a brief feeling of searing pain shoots up your body before being replaced by intense pleasure when he fully latches on, lips suckling on your skin.

The rich liquid pours into his mouth, the same coppery sweet taste he had sampled earlier is increased with the pleasure you feel. Jungkook’s eyes roll back at the flavor, his fingers not letting up on your clit even with the choked gasp of his name as you reach your orgasm. 

Your body trembles underneath him, your hands grip on his hair loosening up as he quenches his thirst. Everything feels tingly, each nerve ending on your body being lit up from the intense orgasm you just experienced. When he pulls away from your thigh, traces of blood spilling around his mouth he moans, nuzzling his way back to your center, gently licking the remnants of your orgasm off of you, enjoying how you whimper on the bed.

“So good.” He rasps out, his eyes flicking up to look at you and you gasp at how much brighter they are, a ruby red sparkling in the dark of the room, his eyebrow cocked up as he trails his way back up your body, letting your legs fall from his shoulders and back onto the bed.

His leather clad legs press against you, the feeling of his hardened bulge against your hip has you shuddering. “I’m not done with you yet, I’m going to ruin you baby.” He kisses up your chest, his eyes never leaving yours. The fucked out look on your face makes him rut against you, “You sure you want this?”

Your arms wrap around his torso, nails digging into his back as you rut up into him. His head drops down onto your neck when you grind against him, your wetness smearing along the leather. “I need it, ruin me Jungkook.”

The hiss he lets out has your toes curling, moreso when his mouth kisses along your neck, a teasing nip of his teeth on your skin, “Oh I will.”

Jungkook reaches down with one hand to unbotton his jeans, tugging them down enough for his cock to slip free. You don’t get a chance to look it over, the size of it being a total suprise to you since his lips were no on yours again, your eyes slipping shut as they worked together, teeth knocking into each other in a hurry.

He wraps a hand around himself, sighing into your mouth as he gives himself a pump. “Jungkook.” You groan into his mouth, wiggling your hips around as he positions himself between your thighs. He nudges your thighs further apart, your heels resting on the edge of the bed while his knees sink into the mattress.

“I know baby.” He mumbles against your lips, pressing another kiss to them. Thats when you feel the tip of his cock pressing against you, a slow rut of his hips following as he coats his length in your arousal.

Your nails dig into his back once more, the silk sheets gliding against your skin when you arch your back to get some sort of friction from him.

Jungkooks eyes are glued to where you meet, watching in admiration when he tugs your underwear to the side and eases himself into you, his cock sinking into your heat slowly. The feeling of him stretching you open has you moaning out loud, your head thrown back and exposing your neck to him.

“Fuck baby, you’re taking me so well.”

The stretch feels almost impossible for a second, you hadn’t seen his length but the feeling of it alone made it obvious that he was the biggest you’d ever had. When he bottoms out, his hips resting flush against your ass you whimper out.

“Feel so full.” You slur, humming softly when he kisses your cheek tenderly.

Jungkook just chuckles, “Gonna fuck you stupid.” Thats the only warning he gives you before inching back, rolling into you over and over until you’re adjusted to his size.

You knew after today you’d be ruined, you’d slept with your fair share of vampires but the way Jungkook’s cock split you open, pistoning into you in the most delicious way, you were done for.

The feeling of your nails digging in his back had him hissing, his arms caging you in underneath him. His eyes were focused on the way your breasts jiggled at every thrust, your body jostling upwards from the strength of them. Your face was screwed up in pleasure, your mouth dropped open as moans spilled out through your lips.

Jungkook was fucking you well and truly stupid, you looked lost in your pleasure, your walls fluttering around his length when he hit your sweet spot.

“Fuck,” you mewl, “so big. So–“ a gasp cuts you off when he speeds up his thrusts, the skin of his thighs smacking against yours with new found energy.

“Where’d those first time jitters go?” He wonders, one hand coming up to softly trail down your face, inching down until theyre placed around your neck, his fingers feeling the ferocious pulsing from your jugular.

“Such a fearless little human.” He grunts out with a groan, “Letting me do what I want with you, do you have any idea what I could do to you?”

A whimper leaves your mouth, your hips coming up to rut in time against his. You knew what he could do to you, if he really wanted to he could rip out your throat and drink you dry. Maybe it was the masochist inside of you, the idea of not knowing what could actually happen, of not being in control of the situation, that kept you going.

“I don’t care.”

That has a curious smile spreading across his face, “No? All you care about is my cock huh?”

You’re nodding immediately, yes his cock is all you care about. The way its stretching you open, the length of it hitting places inside of you without even trying. He fucked you like it was second nature to him, his thrusts being well timed, as if he knew the right way to get you falling apart underneath him.

“Can I–“ you press your palms against his chest lightly, the smal act of resistence causing him to still completely. He watches on curiously when you shimmy out from under him, your knees knocking into his as you turn over onto the bed on your hands and knees.

You’re facing the door now, seeing the flashes of light and the occasional person walking by the door and you briefly remember where you are. Jungkook watches you wiggle your hips at him, your fishnets stretched tightly over your ass.

“So fucking sexy.” He steps off of the bed, taking the time now to fully slip out of his pants, kicking them off and onto the floor before kneeling back onto the bed. His hands grasp your ass, kneading the flesh of them as he settles behind you, his palm coming up to land with a loud smack onto your skin. The sound mixing in with the thrumming bass of the club music and the moan you let out.

“C’mon, fuck me stupid.” You tease, dropping onto your elbows and spreading your thighs apart as you arch your back.

“Mm, careful what you ask for baby.”

His large palm splays across your back, pushing you down further while his other guides his cock back into you. The first thrust is a lot smoother than the last, the glide of your wetness helping him ease in to the hilt. This position has him reaching in deeper inside of you, your hands fisting the cool sheets as you moan out his name.

Its messy, the way his dick squelches every time it re-enters your, wetness coating his cock and dripping down onto the sheets. His palms grasp your hips, fingers digging into your flesh roughly. He knew he could crush you if he wanted to and the fact that you still laid here, drunk off his cock instead of running away, he knew he was just as ruined as you were.

“Jung-jungkook.” You gasp out, rutting back onto him with a small laugh and it catches his attention when he notices one of your hands come up to point at the door, “we have a visitor.”

He hums when his eyes lock onto the observer, another vampire he was familiar with, the dark red hair of Jung Hoseok flashes in the light. He’s leaning against the door frame, a drink in his hand as he watches on nonchalantly.

“Lets give them a show then yeah?”

He grinds against you with more purpose, one hand coming around to your front to meet your clit, rolling the sensitive nub between his fingers until you’re trembling. Your pussy clamps around him, your mouth dropping open in a lewd moan, burying your face into the sheets while you let yourself get lost in the feeling of it all.

Knowing Jungkook was having his way with you while someone watched lit a fire inside of you, the way you were creaming his cock being evidence enough that you were clearly enjoying yourself.

“Harder, fuck me harder.”

Jungkook fulfills your request, starting to thrust into your heat harshly with no qualms about having a spectator. “You’re soaked baby, you gonna make a mess of these sheets?”

All of your senses are full of him, just him and his cock and the way he pounds into you, his fingers flicking against your clit with expertise. His grasp on your hips is the only thing keeping you from toppling over, your upper body laying limp on the bed as you let his ravish you.

When your eyes look up, meeting the gaze of the stranger by the door you smirk, sending them a wink and earning a chuckle from them.

Jungkook can feel you tightening up around him, his own release creeping up inside of him. He needs to taste you again, “Let me have another bite baby.”

He bends over your body until his nose pushes against your hair draped over your neck, a deep inhale sending shivers down your spine. Your hand comes up to move your hair out of the way, mewling when he nudges against your skin, “Oh god, yes.”

His lips latch onto you seconds later, the now familiar feeling of his fangs sinking into your skin making your whole body tense up this time. Your limbs lock up as he moans against your flesh, the warm blood dribbling into his mouth. Blood always tasted different coming straight from the jugular, the taste of it making his eyes roll back as he quickly ruts into you.

The euphoric feeling of him drinking from you pushes you over the edge once more, the pleasure sparking from the open wound until it reaches all of your limbs. Your walls clamp around him impossibly tight as you cum, a shout of his name leaving you as he fucks you through your orgasm.

His lips never leave your neck, suckling the blood from you as your body trembles underneath his. A weak whimper leaving your lips sends him over, his balls tensing up until he’s spilling into you, thrusting his hips against yours as deep as he could. The warmth of his cum fills you up, a soft sigh sounding out when he finally detaches from your neck, the smear of blood around your neck being licked up by him as he shallowly thrusts a few more times.

“Shit.”

Your eyes look up once more to find that the other vampire was now gone, leaving you and Jungkook alone once more, his cock still buried inside of you, your neck throbbing slightly after the abuse.

When he pulls out of you your hips full drop onto the mattress, the cool sheets feeling like heaven against your warm body. Jungkook chuckles at your worn out form, gently grasping you to flip you over to face the ceiling, not giving you a moment to recover before slotting his lips against your own.

You taste your own blood on your tongue, the coppery tang being new to you but you don’t mind it, not with the way he kisses you like you were more than just a messy fuck. He pulls back after a second and you grin at him, your hands coming up to cup his cheeks, your thumb rubbing the drying blood from his chin.

“What did I taste like?”

He presses another kiss against you, “Like fucking heaven, I could die eating your pussy.”

The wink he sends you makes you blush, swatting his chest lightly with a laugh, “I meant my blood you perv.”

“Oh I’m the perv now?” He teases, catching your hand before you can smack him again, “I think you ruined me too baby, never tasted blood this sweet.”

You bite your lip at his words, staring up at him with wide eyes in an almost innocent way as if you hadn’t just participated in this scandalous act. He wanted nothing more than to proposition you into being his blood bag, a somewhat intimate request but he knew it was useless. Considering you had never been to this club before he knew you weren’t from around here, you’d be long gone in a few days, a distant memory that would simmer away over time and for some reason it pained him to think that so he chose to suppress it.

“Let me walk you home, you never know what monsters could be lurking.”

That same giggle that enamored him earlier is back now, “If I could handle you I could handle anyone.”

His eyebrows arch up at your teasing tone, a smirk curling his lip as he stares you down, “Is that so?” His eyes have that same predatory look in them, your skin breaking out into goosebumps at the way he stares at you, looking like he’s ready to dive in once more.

He wasn’t finished with you yet.

[queenbeean]

forbidden / dark!nomad!steve rogers

part two

warnings: this is a dark fic, please don’t interact if you are a minor and/or if you are uncomfortable with dark themes, this contains smut, oral, prostitution, dark language

author’s note: there will be mistakes, this is not edited

pairing: dark!nomad!steve rogers x f!reader; a bit of dark!bucky barnes x f!reader; featuring tfatws character

part one

Steve grinned at the way your cunt squeezed his finger at hearing the news of your new life. “Relax, doll.” A whimper left your lips at the depth of his voice. “Look at me.”

You did. Your eyes easily found his and you gulped. “Y-yes, S-Sir.”

Holding his gaze started being a difficult task as he swiftly inserted one more finger. The stretch was delicious instead of painful like you feared. Your fingers were probably half the size of his and if anything, you were only able to fit two through your tight channel.

Steve moved his fingers a tad faster when a muffled moan escaped your lips. “You have played with yourself, haven’t you?”

At hearing his question, you tried closing your legs. It was not an everyday occurrence to be fingered by your new boss and being questioned about your privacy and intimacy. Steve caught your legs and pushed them apart with his free hand. As punishment, he used his thumb to rub your clit, first in a gentle manner. As he expected, your inner walls fluttered at the new sensation, making his fingers struggle to move as fast as he was.

“S-sir, please...”

“Tell me, Y/N. Do you like playing with your clit?” He touched your bundle of nerves and swirled, loving the way you whimpered, whined and writhed. “What about playing with your nipples?” His hand left your clit and dragged it underneath your dress all the way up to where one of your tits was about to spill out. Immediately, he tugged the bud. One of your hands flew to where his was while the other grabbed onto the lone tit. “Take them out, honey. I want to spill myself on them after I make you come.” You obeyed him right away. Carefully, you moved the thin straps off your shoulders and you helped your mounds out of their confinement.

“Sir, I’m c-close.” His fingers were still going as fast as they could. Steve was surprised that despite the squelching noises your cunt produced, he was having a hard time dragging his fingers. And he only had two inside.

“Y/N, if you want me to let you come, I’m going to need answers.” His voice was strict but due to how high on the sensation you were, it took you a while. “Now.”

A small whimper left your lips before answering. “I’ve only come by touching my c-clit.” A moan escaped. “My fingers are... are... are too small s-so I’ve only tried o-once, Sir.”

Steve smiled at your helplessness. He liked them like you. At his mercy. “What about someone else? Have you let somebody else touch your private parts?” Even Steve smirked at the irony of his words but somehow the thought of someone else breaking you like he was at that exact moment didn’t sit well with him.

“One man tried but I changed my mind.”

As soon as your words were out, he attached his lips to your clit, making a strangled moan leave your mouth. And you came in seconds. The feeling of his tongue on your bundle would be something to remember whenever your body was working.

Steve was able to prolong the orgasm that had you spasming moments later. You felt dizzy but most importantly empty as he took his fingers out and spread your wetness against your lips. Before you could taste yourself subconsciously, his plump lips attacked yours. You felt his tongue swirling against your lips and tongue, your essence was like water on desert and all you could do was moan.

“On your knees, doll.”

You obeyed right away after he helped your legs off the stirrups. Steve struggled to get his pants open. The sight of you kneeling, tits out and dazed expression, patiently waiting for his cock had him leaking already. Moments like these made him grateful for the supersoldier serum but also disappointed because women could only handle so much.

Steve sighed in relief when his cock sprang free. He fisted and slapped your cheek with it. He smiled when you opened your mouth without being asked to. A deep groan escaped him and you felt it in your mouth besides the heavy weight of his flesh on your tongue.

“A virgin with blowjob experience?” He wondered.

You grabbed onto his shaft and stroked it while you took a deep breath and answered.

“Is that a bad thing?” You genuinely asked.

“Not at all, doll, as long as I’m your first.” Steve groaned. “I am your first, right?” You paused. “Y/N?”

You looked down in shame. “Two guys blackmailed me into giving them blowjobs. I’m sorry.”

Steve sighed, thinking of tracking those two idiots and killing them. “Don’t be sorry, I’ll handle it. Now, relax your jaw, I’m going to fuck your mouth.” Your eyes widened as he went back inside your mouth. You choked a bit as you tried keeping up with his thrusts. “Play with my balls, doll.” You tried focusing on his voice and started massaging his sack which surprisingly was heavier than it looked.

Steve sped up and moaned out loud. You were about to tap his thigh, hoping for some air when he pulled out of you. His free hand grabbed your arm and made you kneel higher as his other hand continued stroking his cock.

“Was I bad, Sir?”

“Oh, fuck.” Your question had Steve rushing to dump his load all over your tits. Supersoldier cum was thicker than normal and had him produce at least three times the normal amount. Your tits were completely covered by the time he finished coming. “You were good, doll. Now pull up your dress, I want to show you around.”

There was an understanding that you wouldn’t be able to clean up yourself. Not his cum from your tits and not your juices from your pussy which felt sticky and made a sound as you followed him.

Steve opened a different door from the previous one and strobing lights and loud music attacked your senses. You shivered once the cooler air hit you. The wetness from your tits and the way his cum ran down the valley of your breasts was now the last of your concerns. He grabbed your hand and pulled you close. You made sure to keep your gaze down, something Marina had told you beforehand.

“Pay attention, doll.” Steve said. “After me and my pals welcome you in, you’ll begin dance lessons. Whatever you make on stage is yours to keep.” You swallowed and made yourself stay focused. There was a lot going on around you. Men talking to barely-dressed women as they either enjoyed their drink or grope them. Or both. The stage that was made of tiny stages in an L shape next to the entrance and the offices you had just been. On the other end of the stages, a huge bar. You squinted to see what was next to it. It seemed like a labyrinth and you assumed that where the stairs were, leading to the second floor where fancier men were lounging. “The bar is for customers only. If you are thirsty, you can take a small break in the dressing room. Now, come on.” He walked in front of you and as much as you wanted to be invisible, it seemed like the spotlight had switched to you.

The Boss was a big man, wide shoulders and tall. Every head turned to him as he walked. He’d wave at a few people, but most just let him walk. Not your case, as soon as he walked by, all male gazes were on you. You swallowed thickly as you heard a bunch of fresh meat and can’t wait for her to be on the floor. You focused your eyes on the Boss’s back and noticed how his hands were in tight fists. So tight you were scared he would lose circulation because of how white they were. You were so focused on his tense figure that you almost ran into his strong back.

“Good night, Sir.” You heard a sultry voice coming from in front the Boss.

“Lorraine.” Steve continued walking, the blonde girl walking next to him now. “Shouldn’t you be up there?”

“I was but Mr. Barnes wanted to introduce a new girl.” The woman, Lorraine, answered bitterly. “Maybe I can entertain you tonight, Sir?” She stopped in front of him and got incredibly close to the Boss and you couldn’t help but look away when she took his hand and placed it underneath her dress, on her naked ass cheek.

Steve squeezed and smiled approvingly. “Maybe some other time. I’m busy right now.” With his clean hand, he grabbed yours and led you inside the labyrinth room. Inside the hallway, there were a bunch of doors with numbers outside them. “These are the private rooms. When a client requests you, this is where you’ll entertain them. But, Y/N, you better not think of getting attached to the clients. It’s forbidden. This is all business and I’ll know if you break that rule. Understood?”

His grip on your hand got a little strong but regardless, you nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” Instead of going down the hall, he turned right to where the stairs you thought of were. “Up here, we have the VIP section. Private lounges and private rooms. Now listen, you are not to come up here unless you are solicited. These are very, very important people and you don’t want to know what happens if you bother someone from up here. Got it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“This will be the only time you come here without being requested because I’m bringing you.” He started walking and the security outside every curtain-divided lounge, greeted him before moving the almost see-through material.

Steve took you to five of the lounges. The men inside were all appreciative of you and promised to come back to you once you were ready.

The rest were in use so they couldn’t be interrupted. And finally, the Boss took you to the last one where Mr. Barnes was in with another man wearing an expensive-looking leather coat. The man Roman was now outside.

“Oh, Mr. R, we’ve been waiting for you to join us.” The man said in a thick german accent while looking towards a red-cheeked Buck.

“Excuse me, Baron. I’ve been showing Y/N around. You know how it is.” The Boss responded. “Have you been treated well tonight?”

“Service is excellent where there’s new assets.” The Baron responded, slightly tilting his head to the quiet man next to him. “When is this beautiful asset going to be available for service?” The Baron asked while looking at you.

The Boss took a seat opposite Buck and next to the Baron. “Come here, darling.” He patted his thigh and you immediately took a seat. “I was thinking in three day’s time. She’s a virgin so we got to make sure that she’s well prepared.”

“I understand.” Buck made a grunting noise and brought his hands to his crotch. “This one is really good at handjobs. And now that Mr. Barnes is done with her, I’ll be going to a private room.”

Your eyes widened when you saw Marina get up from underneath the table. The Baron offered her his hand and helped her up before retreating.

“Y/N?” The Boss’s voice snapped you out of it. “Get up on here, doll.”

“On the table, Sir?”

Steve loved the way you always called him Sir. A perfect little doll. “Yes, doll. Bucky and I will be checking your sensitive spots now. Especially how your body reacts to being to being exposed in a public area.” Carefully, the man you were sitting on helped you up. “Take your gown off.”

Slowly, you got on your knees and started stripping. Your boobs felt stiff as you moved around, the dried cum itching in a pleasant way against your nipples. Once it was off, you tried covering your naked body out of habit but Steve was quick to take it from you.

“Couldn’t even clean her?” Bucky snickered.

“So she doesn’t forget who she belongs to.” Steve smiled. “Isn’t that right, darling?” You nodded, still self conscious of being naked in front of two very handsome and strong men. “Very well. Now on your knees and hands and bring your pussy close to the edge of the table.” He told you as both men moved around for better view. “Roman,” The security man peeked inside and you tried closing your legs and hiding your breasts. “Please bring some lube and a few drinks.” You closed your eyes as he briefly looked at your body.

“Yes, boss.”

“Okay, Y/N, we will be testing how much you can last and handle while being on your knees.” And then you felt two different hands spreading your pussy.

part three

[thatboomerkid]

CLEARANCE LEVEL 5 REQUIRED: IMMEDIATE POST-█████ (CLASS-███ EVENT) INTERVIEW OF Dr. [REDACTED] by [DATA EXPUNGED] CONDUCTED █ █████ ON █/██/██ WITH ████ BANANA-██D█ █████09: “DICK MEATSWEATS COLLECTIVE”

Dr. [REDACTED]: (is violently hauled into a cramped, windowless interrogation-cell with a bag over his head, handcuffed; is shoved unceremoniously into a metal chair and then immediately handcuffed an additional seven times)

(low, dull-yellow lighting flickers over a single long, scarred, heavily-reinforced steel table bolted to the cement floor; also, ██ is actively ████ SCP-███ █ of █████ with ██ and ███ ham-beast ████)

[DATA EXPUNGED] █ ████ (hereafter referr to as “Interviewer”) ██ and █ with a hot ██ and ███ twin spatula ████ Megaman ████ (see ██ ███ ███thick dong█)

Interviewer: (gestures dismissively at Dr. [REDACTED], addressing security officer) Please, remove that. It ... won’t be necessary.

Security: (raises quizzical eyebrow)

Interviewer: (gestures again, making the international sign for “pull the bag off his head”)

Security: (raises other eyebrow, even more quizzically)

Interviewer: (frowns, narrows eyes)

Security: (makes international sign for “do you mean ‘pull his head off his torso’?”)

Interviewer: THE BAG. TAKE THE FUCKING BAG OFF HIS HEAD.

Security: Oh! Okay, yeah, sure, that makes WAY more sense. (pulls bag off of Dr. [REDACTED]’s head) Sorry about that.

Dr. [REDACTED]: (blinks several times)

Interviewer: Good morning, Dr. [REDACTED].

Dr. [REDACTED]: (blinking) Oh. Fuck.

Interviewer: You know, I get that a lot? So, Dr. [REDACTED], could you — perhaps — please begin by telling me just a little bit about what it is you do here at the Foundation?

Dr. [REDACTED]: Am ... am I in trouble?

Interviewer:

Security:

Interviewer & Security: (suddenly laugh out loud)

Interviewer & Security: (continue laughing)

Dr. [REDACTED]: (frowns)

Interviewer & Security: (still laughing)

Interviewer & Security: (laughing hard enough to shed actual tears)

Interviewer & Security: (audible wheezing)

Dr. [REDACTED]: (pretty clearly offended)

Interviewer & Security: (slowly composing themselves)

Dr. [REDACTED]: uhh ... the fuck?

Interviewer: (wiping away tears) Oh, sweet hopping pogo-Jesus. That was goddamn hilarious. Yeah, no oh my god no, you’re not in trouble.

Security: Yeah, I would have just shot you.

Interviewer: Yeah. Definitely.

Dr. [REDACTED]: (nods at random dead guy seated in the chair next to him) Ah. So is that what happened to this guy?

Other Researcher: (also seated next to Dr. [REDACTED], also handcuffed, still with a bag over his head) Yeah, I was wondering the same thing.

Interviewer: (narrows eyes) No, that was due to a ... “miscommunication”.

Security: YOU GAVE ME THE NOD.

Interviewer: WHAT NOD!?

Security: THE NOD! THE NOD THAT MEANS TO SHOOT THE GUY IN THE HEAD! THE FUCKING ... THE NOD!

Interviewer: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU ON ABOUT? WHAT “NOD”!?

Security: (shoots Other Researcher in the head)

All:

Interviewer: THE FUCK WAS THAT!?

Security: YOU JUST GAVE ME THE NOD! AGAIN! THE SAME FUCKING NOD!

Interviewer: jesus goddamn christ put your fucking firearm away

Security:

Security: okay, but it’s not my fault you keep giving me the murder-nod

Interviewer: I’M SORRY WHAT WAS THAT?

Security: Ah! Sorry, sorry, nothing, [DATA EXPUNGED]. My apologies.

Interviewer: That’s what I goddamn thought.

Dr. [REDACTED]: uhh

Interviewer: Ah. Yes. So.

Dr. [REDACTED]: ... so?

Interviewer:

Dr. [REDACTED]:

Interviewer: I am so sorry, this is really embarrassing. I have COMPLETELY lost my train of thought. Where were we?

Security: Oh! You were just asking Dr. [REDACTED] here if he could tell you a little bit about what he does at the Foundation.

Interviewer: SHUT THE FUCK UP AND STOP MURDERING STAFF-MEMBERS, ASSHOLE. I’M NOT FUCKING TALKING TO YOU.

Security:

Security: don’t have to be a dick about it

Interviewer: I’M SORRY, AGAIN, WHAT WAS THAT? YOU’RE TOTES PSYCHED ABOUT GETTING YOUR CHAPPED ASS BUSTED DOWN TO D-CLASS PERSONNEL?

Security: No, [DATA EXPUNGED]. No, I am not totes psyched about that.

Interviewer: Yeah. Keep it up, just see what happens.

Dr. [REDACTED]: um

Interviewer: Oh! Shit, yeah. So, Dr. [REDACTED], could you begin by telling me a little bit about what you do here at the Foundation?

Dr. [REDACTED]: Ah, yes! Well, I’m an [EXPUNGED], an unlicensed [ALSO EXPUNGED] and [REDACTED] practitioner, as well as an [EXPUNGED], a [SUPER-EXPUNGED], two [JESUS FUCK, SO EXPUNGED], a psychopharmacologist with a background in [DOULE EXPUNGED], anomalous and/or cognitohazardous pornography and [EXTRA HYPER-TIGER-DRAGON EDITION EXPUNGED]. Crikey, my name is ’Stralian Dan! Dingos, boomerangs, koalas, wallabies! FOSTERS! VEGEMITE! PAUL HOGAN! YAHOO SERIOUS FILM FESTIVAL! (said with German accent) {O5–1 APPROVED thumbs up}

Interviewer:

Interviewer: ... and we hired you WHY?

Dr. [Redacted]: Well, for a lot—

(knock at the door)

Interviewer: OH FOR FUCK’S SAKE. HELLO? WHAT THE SHIT DO YOU WANT?

(door cracks open just a smidge)

Interdepartmental Liaison: (pokes head in) Hey, everybody! Just popping in real quicksies to ask if everyone has their raffle tickets for th—

Security: (shoots Interdepartmental Liaison in the head)

Interviewer:

Interviewer: are you goddam kidding m—

Security: UH ARE YOU GODDAMN KIDDING *ME*!? If you don’t want me to shoot people in the head, STOP GIVING ME THE ‘SHOOT THIS GUY IN THE HEAD’ NOD.

Interviewer: for the love of hot greasy fuck THERE IS NO ‘SHOOT THIS GUY IN THE HEAD’ NOD and if there was I WOULDN’T BE FUCKING GIVING TO YOU.

Security: okay well that’s not what I was told

Interviewer: GIVE ME YOUR FIREARM YOU MURDER-HAPPY NUTBAG FUCKSTICK

Security: pfft

Interviewer: (literally audible scowling)

Security: okay well fine but I just want to be clear, for the record or whatever, that I feel like I barely murder ANYBODY around here

Interviewer: THE GUN, ASS-MUNCH.

Security: (hands over firearm, rolling eyes)

(knock at the door)

(some Guy From Accounting pops head in door)

Guy From Accounting: Hey, so real quick? We’re supposed to have this room—

Security: (shoots Guy From Accounting in the head)

Interviewer: HOW IN THE HOLY HOPPING JESUS FUCK

Security: Backup gun.

Interviewer: “BACKUP GUN”?

Security: Yeah, I’ve got like two dozen guns on me. Why? Did you think I handed you my only gun?

Interviewer: YES.

Security: okay, well that seems like YOUR goof-up

Interviewer: PUT ALL OF YOUR GUNS ON THE FLOOR

Security:

Dr. [REDACTED]:

Security: okay well this is gonna take a while

Dr. [REDACTED]: (slowly raises hand)

Interviewer: WHAT

Dr. [REDACTED]: um, I’d like to talk a little about what i do here at the Foundation? if that’s okay?

Interviewer: Oh sweet Jesus H. Tit-Cream. Yeah, sure, fuck it. Tell me all about it.

Dr. [REDACTED]: Well, I was recently assigned to a task force working on the SCP-3003 problem—

Security: Oooh, that sounds INTERESTING!

Interviewer: Oh, hey, cool! Are you done putting all of your guns on the floor?

Security:

Security: yep

Interviewer: SHUT THE FUCK UP AND KEEP PUTTING YOUR GUNS ON THE FLOOR

Security: What about stun-guns? Do those count?

Interviewer: WHY WOULD THEY NOT COUNT?

Security: Uh, ‘cuz they’re not really “firearms” per se? And you ONLY said firearms.

Interviewer: I DID NO SUCH FUCKING THING

Security: Well, okay, whatever.

Interviewer: i swear to fuck I will ██████ your ass to SPC-█ and ████ as of █/██/██ to ██████ for the foreseeable ██ in a ██████ to █ ████.

Dr. [REDACTED]: (visibly aroused)

Security: woah okay, wow? uhh, if you REALLY want, I can “divest myself” of all my stun guns, dart guns, shotguns, laser—

Interviewer: wait did you say SHOTGUNS?

Security: Yeah, of course.

Interviewer: Are you under the impression that, when I say “put all your guns on the floor,” I might NOT mean to put down however many FUCKING SHOTGUNS you happen to be carrying at the moment?

All:

Security: Well, you might not. Which is why I asked.

Interviewer: (glare)

Security: Oh well EXCUUUSE ME for seeking some goddamn clarity! Shotguns have a TOTALLY different certification process here on base, so I wasn’t sure if they were included in your new weird, dumb little “no guns” rule.

Interviewer:

Security: TOTALLY. DIFFERENT. CERTIFICATION. PROCESS. See, like, pretty much anyone on Foundation staff is allowed to carry a shotgun. Even D-class, which is totes cray-cray for shay-shay.

Interviewer: That CANNOT be correct.

Dr. [REDACTED]: Nope, that’s accurate. The rule goes all the way back to ██████ on █/██/██.

Interviewer: (closes eyes, massages forehead) oh well that fucking explains it

Dr. [REDACTED]: It does indeed!

Security: Honestly? I’m just shocked that more of the researchers don’t have a shotgun tucked under their arm at all times. Like, there are some parts of the building you’re not “supposed to go into” with a shotgun or whatever, but you can totally carry one to the bathroom or into the commissary or out to your car if you want to.

Dr. [REDACTED]: That is correct. There IS the 20-minute rule, though.

Security: Right! Like, after direct exposure to a cognitohazard you have to put your shotgun down for 20 minutes.

Interviewer:

Dr. [REDACTED]: “For 20 minutes”. WINK LOL.

Security: But, and this is VERY important, it is quite specifically AGAINST Foundation policy to use a shotgun to terminate a member of personnel. We’re supposed to use a sidearm, and getting certified to carry one of THESE bad boys requires is a full afternoon-long training course. It costs $20 to take it, too. And THEN you have to pass a written test, AND you have to re-certify every 72 months.

Interviewer:

Security: Ha! Can you even IMAGINE how much trouble I would be in if I used a SHOTGUN to terminate a member of personnel? Pfft. Jesus, we’re talking easily forty-five, fifty minutes of paperwork.

All:

All: (laugh)

Interviewer: okay but seriously ALL OF YOUR FIREARMS. ALL OF YOUR GUNS. ANYTHING WITH A TRIGGER AND / OR A FIRING MECHANISM, INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO HARPOON GUNS AND CROSSBOWS ON THE FLOOR NOW

Security: Okay, but I’m gonna be honest with you? I’m gonna feel PRETTY disarmed.

Interviewer: THAT IS ENTIRELY THE GODDAMN POINT. NOW DROP EVERY SINGLE GUN, OF EVERY SINGLE TYPE, THAT YOU ARE CARRYING.

Dr. [REDACTED]:

Dr. [REDACTED]: So ANYWAY, as I was SAYING, I’m putting together this whole proposal where we strap SCP-035 to SCP-096, arm him with SCP-3664, run the bitch through SCP-914 on “Very Fine,” broadcast an image of his ass on state-run media to all thirty billion inhabitants of SCP-3003, then ... well, at that point we sit back, relax, and let nature take its course.

Interviewer:

Dr. [REDACTED]: Maybe have a margarita.

Interviewer: wow holy fuck

Dr. [REDACTED]: Assuming that the resulting anomalous entity can kill 100 people per second, every second, indefinitely, we should achieve 100% planetary depopulation of SCP-3003 within 9.5129 calendar years: a result, even accounting for a 200% margin of error, well-within our 30-year estimated time-window for SCP-2317 to bust-loose & dick-whip THIS shitty planet into a smear of dog turds and punched lasagna.

Security: okay that’s badass

Dr. [REDACTED]: THANK YOU. Can you believe that the previous best proposal was aerosolizing 5.5 quadrillion tons of powdered SCP-960 & SCP-963, mass produced via SCP-038, and venting it into the upper atmosphere?

Security: PFFT. LAME.

Dr. [REDACTED]: Yeah. Like, at that point, why not just convert the whole planet to Catholicism and hope SCP-2852 just casually wanders in?

Security: (jerking-off motions)

Interviewer: Actually, that’s just a smoke-screen. The REAL plan is to ██ under a ███ ████ with SCP-█████ ████ a pigs-in-a-blanket █████ █ utilizing SCPs-1981, 1004, 2030, and 1459 to █████ fucking ███ Marshall Tucker band █ ███ ██ ██ Keter bukkake █ and █ ██████.

Security: (vomits all over the floor)

Dr. [REDACTED]: (attempts, unsuccessfully, to hide erection)

Interviewer: The only real problem is just getting the idiots on SCP-2222 to point their dicks in the right direction. But, I mean, look. It’s a really nice planet. With, like, NO FUCKING KETERS ON IT. It’s the ultimate dorm-room fantasy!

Dr. [REDACTED]: I believe it was the Buddha who said “I dream of a world that has never known war, nor hunger, nor deception, neither need nor fear nor want nor heartbreak, because god DAMN we would totally kick that world’s ASS.”

Interviewer: It’s a planet of 30 billion idiot bug-lickers, and it’s sad that they all have to die--

Dr. [REDACTED]: Is it? 

Interviewer: The Ethics Committee requires that I say “yes”.

All: (nod)

Interviewer: (reading prepared statement) Ah-hem. But, sad as it might be, that’s only 30 billion people, and who gives a shit, ‘cuz fuck it we’ve killed more people than that since last Tuesda— OH SHIT FUCK.

All:

Interviewer: (folding paper & putting it away) Yeah, no, fuck, I shouldn’t have read that to you. Fuck me Buttery Jesus. Okay, so ... goddamn it. Everybody just be sure to take a fuck-ton of Class A amnestics when we’re done here.

Dr. [REDACTED]: oh yeah you got it boss thumbs up

Interviewer: (narrows eyes)

Janitor: (pushes open door, pulling a mop bucket and whistling the theme from ‘Casino Royale‘ by Herb Alpert & the Tijuana Brass)

Security: WOOP WOOP NINJA STARS MOTHER FUCKER YEET (throws a fistful of ninja stars into the Janitor’s face, neck, and torso)

Janitor:

Security: Those were poisoned.

Janitor: (extends middle finger, very slowly collapses to the ground dead)

Interviewer:

Security: okay before you say ANYTHING, those are standard Foundation-issue poisoned ninja stars that ANYONE INCLUDING D-CLASS PERSONNEL is allowed to carry AT ANY TIME and they most DEFINITELY do NOT have a trigger OR a firing mechanism so just handle your shit

Interviewer: (lunges at security officer) FFFUUUU—

Dr. [REDACTED]: Anyway, long story short? I’m gonna need a few thousand D-class. I wanna see if that whole “100 corpses per second” thing is feasible. Which I think it will be. Ugh ... hello?

Interviewer: (still punching security officer)

[kotakbesi]

Glossary - Container World Useful Terms

1. Approved Continuous Examination Program (ACEP)

The container inspection scheme used by most major ocean carriers and container sellers to ensure safety for the container’s trip

2. ACEP database

https://www.bic-acep.org/

3. American Bureau of Shipping (ABS)Classification society

ABS website https://www.eagle.org/‎

4. BIC - Bureau International des Containers.

Paris based organization that maintains the official registry of alpha container prefixes used to identify containers.

www.bic-code.org/‎

5. Bureau Veritas (BV)Classification society

BV website www.bureauveritas.com/

6. Carrier Owned Container (COC)

A container owned or leased by a shipping line – new or used – to transport goods by providing both the container and the transportation service. COC is the opposite of an SOC, and will generate demurrage and detentions costs which an SOC will not.  

7. CW or Cargo-Worthy Certificate

Certificate issued by a surveyor pursuant to an inspection confirming a container is suitable for transportation under TIT / UIC / CSC….Example of CW certificate

8. CW or Cargo-Worthy  repair criteria

Repair criteria that is less stringent than the IICL standard, but under which a container still complies with ISO, CSC, etc…. and can still fill the role set out in its original specification.USCG National Container inspection program

http://www.uscg.mil/directives/cim/16000-16999/CIM_16616_11C.pdf

9.Classification Society

Organization that certifies that new containers are built in accordance with the specifications that were issued and that they meet the CSC requirements as well as other requirements set forth in the specifications. The classification society will verify specifications prior to production, attend and verify production, and witness prototype testing.Example of Classification society certificate

10. Container Specification

Complete description of components and assembly methods used in the production of new containers.

11. Container surveyor or inspector 

Professionals whose function it is to evaluate containers and asses possible damages against a criteria that has be set for them  by their principal.  

COR-TEN® or CORTENCOR-TEN® is a registered trade mark of the United States Steel Corporation. Commonly referred to as CORTEN this type of steel is carbon enriched to make it stronger (than mild steel) and more resistant to corrosion.

www.ussteel.com

12. CSC Convention for Safe Containers.

The 1972 Convention for Safe Containers to maintain a high level of safety of human life in the transport and handling of containers by providing generally acceptable test procedures and related strength requirements and to facilitate the international transport of containers by providing uniform international safety regulations.IMO International Maritime Organization

http://www.imo.org/blast/mainframemenu.asp?topic_id=564

13. CSC Plate 

Refers to the plate affixed on the door of a container which records containers serial number, technical data (MGW, tare, payload) manufacture data, owner data and date of last CSC inspection.Example of a CSC plate

14. Demurrage

Fees charged when containers are left inside the terminal for longer than the agreed free days and applicable to all containers that remain at the terminal.  

15. Detention

Fees charged when containers are held outside the terminal longer than the agreed free time. All units will continue to be charged daily while in the custody of the consignee until returned to the shipping line.  

16. DPP – DamageProtection Plan

Damage protection offered by containers lessors who are not “technically” allowed to offer insurance which is a regulated market.  

17. EIR or Equipment Interchange Receipt

Document established at the time a container arrives in or leaves from a depot that will serve to document the transfer of responsibility. While not systematic, most EIRs will record the verification of a container’s condition at the time of transfer.

18. FEU Forty-foot Equivalent Unit 

2 TEU = 1 FEU

Example of a 40′

40’HC Containers

9’6” high

19. Free on Truck or FOT

Generally accepted acronym (not an INCOTERM) that implies that containers are delivered on to the truck and that implies that the seller would be responsible for the cost of handling to load the container on to the truck  

20. Germanischer Lloyd (GL)Classification society 

GL website www.dnvgl.com/

Handling (depot)Act of loading or unloading a container onto or from a truck at a depot (normally done for a fee…).  

21. IICL - Institute of International Container Lessors.

Washington DC based organization which groups the largest container & chassis leasing companies in the world . IICL sets repair standards, by which all repairs are carried out, for its members when containers are off hired. Criteria is also used for equipment interchanges between operators. The current edition of their directive is IICL 5.IICL website https://www.iicl.org/‎

22. IICL repair criteria

Detailed repair criteria issued by the IICL which defines clearly which repairs should be performed on in fleet containers. Criteria addresses all structural aspects as and sets stricter limits on dents or paint damage which are acceptable  

23. ISO International Standardization Organization.

International Organization based in Geneva that works towards harmonizing worldwide technical standards including those governing the construction of shipping containers.

24. ISO website http://www.iso.org/iso/home.htm

25. MGW (Container)The maximum weight allowable for a loaded container.  

26. Payload (Container)The maximum weight of cargo that can be loaded in a container (Payload = MGW – Tare)  

27.Prefix (container alpha prefix) Part of the identification of a container which refers to the 4 letters that proceed the 6 digit serial number and check digit Detailed information about prefixes

28. RAL color coding

RAL is a color matching system first established by Reichs-Ausschuß für Lieferbedingungen und Gütesicherung (German Institute for Quality Assurance and Certification) in 1927 . It is commonly used to select the color of the coating applied on shipping containers.

http://www.ralcolor.com/

29. Shipper Owned Container

(SOC) A container owned or leased by the shipper – new or used – to transport goods. With SOCs, shipping lines are contracted to provide only the transport service. SOC is by opposition to COC.  

SPA-H Superior atmospheric corrosion-resistant steel as defined by the Japan Iron and Steel Federation (JIS) Standard. Generally considered the Equivalent of COR-TEN®.JIS website www.jisf.or.jp/en/‎

30. Survey Report

Report established a by a surveyor after inspection with a view to documenting condition of the container and generally serving to establish whether the container is suitable for transportation or not.Example of a Container Survey

31. Tare (Container) Weight of an empty container.  

32. TCT Timber Component Treatment.

Quarantine regulations established by the Australian health ministry (AQIS = Australian Quarantine and Inspection Service Department of Agriculture, Fisheries and Forestry). Includes detailed requirements for the treatment of container’s wooden floors to avoid the proliferation of pests. Required for the containers to be able to transit through Australia

Australian Government department of Agriculture

http://www.daff.gov.au/biosecurity/import/cargo

33. TEU Twenty-foot equivalent unit.

Usually refers to a Standard (although could be special) container of 20 feet in length. Commonly used to express vessel capacity or throughput at container factories and ports. Example of a 20′

34. TIR - Transports Internationaux Routiers (International Road Transport).

An international harmonized system of Customs control that facilitates trade and transport whilst effectively protecting the revenue of each Country through which goods are carried. In order for containers to be able to transport goods under custom seal they need to meet TIR requirements. IRU website https://www.iru.org/tir

35. UCIRC Criteria

Unified Container Inspection and Repair Criteria (UCIRC) is an International Chamber of Shipping guide available to be used for in-service and on/off hire inspections  

36. UIC 

Union International des Chemins de Fer (International Union of Railways).

Containers need to meet UIC requirements in order to be able to transport goods on the rail.UIC website http://www.uic.org/

37.WWT or Wind and Water Tight repair criteria

Criteria under which containers would literally be “Wind and Water Tight”. This commonly used criteria makes no reference to the quality of understructure of the container and should therefore not be considered as safe for the transport of cargo unless it was explicitly confirmed that containers meet the CSC.  

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again

new month, new problems

listening Limbs by Bones UK, a song that goes hard and is for disabled girls who are only tangentially aware of the brain/body connection at any given moment. i heard this song an hour after i posted last week’s edition and i’ve had it on loop since then

My ears have been the same since I was born They are connected to my head That is connected to two lobes Where I punch holes and dangle gold

reading i’ve been bouncing off a lot of things this week so we’ll just go with the last one. Sci Spy (2002), a one-volume trade paperback i got when the local comics store went out of business. the back proclaims it as Star Wars meets James Bond but it’s more of a dark Superman AU imo?

when you read scifi, you brace yourself for a certain amount of bullshit, including misogyny. there is not a panel with the female lead that doesn’t prominently feature her ass or tits, so in that way yes it really does live up to the spirit of james bond. interior art is wildly variable in quality. plot was “what if we save the world but THIRTY SEVEN TIMES!!!” with the dumbest literal ex machina possible. the last page where our two intrepid heroes fuck made me heave a deep sigh and go lie down. really all you need to know you can get from the cover, i’m glad this died a quick death as a six-issue run

watching DECA-DENCE - the first ep is a sheer delight. i YELLED out loud at a certain bit. this is candy to me, thank you. love postapoc bio-dieselpunk, love cool prosthetics, love unlikely personal flight devices, love BIG COOL WHALE MONSTERS??? whalefall but on land send tweet

i have only watched one ep nobody tell me if the rest of it is garbage

playing the outer worlds

main game- i want to write a longer post at some point contrasting it with new vegas’ ideas of political change- you sort of have to talk about this and fnv in the same breath, not only bc they are made by some of the same people. parvati got the good ending and that’s all i really care about. don’t really understand why ppl are into vicar max but go grandpa i guess.

did the procrastination thing of running around and completing all the sidequests before doing the final boss fight, i do not think i could do a no-fast-travel run of this game. even tho the individual worlds aren’t all that large, it’s just. a lot of backtracking if ur a completionist. i don’t think i got all the named weapons or ship collectibles but whatever.

now that’s what i call a fuckin telescope. LOOK at that counterweight. but how the fuck do you conduct astronomy on a rapidly spinning asteroid??? in a valley??? how the fuck does that work??? please explain??? also you can’t like. do a german flip on that. is it only pointed the one way forever bc of the giant building behind it or what.

peril on gorgon dlc: i am finding it a deeply and profoundly upsetting detective story. i’ve spent the whole game fighting against the corporations and seeing evidence of how they don’t care about anything but profit, i don’t need to be convinced any more. i do not know if we needed to really go into that much detail and body horror and dehumanization. extremely difficult to play in one sitting, not just lengthwise but also the emotional toll. i can’t quite tell what it’s trying to say that’s different or more nuanced that the rest of the base game? maybe it’s different if you dip in and out of the DLC as you play the main game, which is not what i did.

making hardcorestitchcorps’ Wretched Hive sampler. i made one of these last year as a housewarming present for two dear friends. my sister also demanded on even though she’s been living in her current apartment for a year and a half. no real idea of how i’m going to ship this to her but that’s a problem for future kay. the backstitching around all the buildings was tedious as fuck last time and i’m not looking forward to it a second time- i’m backstitching around the letters in 20-min chunks while i listen to a podcast that takes up most of my brain.

[dubersbutt]

Teach Me How to Dougie - Leon Draisaitl

Summary: Basically one night I thought about inexperienced reader with Drai for the first time and this happened. This might be a series...so please leave a like if you enjoy it. Side note, Drai is a lil goofier than I normally would write him

Warnings: There’s no plot it’s just smut. I didn’t edit this either so there's prob a lot of grammar mistakes

You were really nervous when you started dating Leon Draisaitl. Mostly because of his reputation of being kind of a hoe. Not that that was a bad thing, he was just way more experienced than you were, which isn’t hard, considering the fact that you were a virgin. You had told him that you wanted to go slow and he respected that, but you were tired. You didn’t plan on still being a virgin, it just kinda happened - or well didn’t happen.

So you told him.

You had invited him up to your apartment after a date and you were sitting in his lap, mid makeout session when he asked if you wanted to move things to the bedroom.

“I would love to but I’m kinda, sorta, a little bit of a virgin,” you say as you feel your cheeks heat up.

“A little bit of a virgin?” he repeats.

“More like totally a virgin,” you say while biting your lip in nervousness.

“Okay,” he says.

“Okay?”

“That doesn’t change anything. I want to be with you regardless of if you’re a virgin or if you’ve slept with a thousand guys,” he says kissing you softly, “And I’d be okay if you wanted me or if you wanted to wait.”

“I don’t want to wait,” you say while leaning in to kiss him until he stops you.

“Well, we’re not doing it tonight.”

“What?” you question. Your only real experience was the movies, and we all know how terrible those are, but guys were supposed to go crazy when they find out you’re a virgin. Right?

“Well, if it’s your first time then I want to make it special. So we’re not having sex tonight. No means no, right? Goes both ways,” he says with a smile.

“Of course,” you reply with a short laugh, “And, I know you said no sex but can we still make out a little?”

“Obviously.”

~~~

A week later Leon calls you over to his house. You roll up to his driveway and see that he texted you saying his door was open. When you got inside you locked the door and called for him.

“Upstairs,” he called.

You took off your shoes and jackets and made your way up the stairs.

“Hi, baby,” he said as he closed the door and walked up to greet you with a kiss.

“Why’d you call.”

“Remember how I said I wanted to do something special for you?” he asks.

“Yeah.” “Come inside.”

When you open the door you see the room is lit with candles, and rose petals line the floor and are arranged in a heart on the bed. It was cheesy as hell but you were still touched.

“This is so sweet,” you say as you wrap your arms around him and kiss him.

“I just want you to be as comfortable as possible. All the candles are unscented cause I know they give you headaches except that one,” he points to the one on the bedside table, “that’s the one you liked cause you said it ‘smelled like a man’ so you can take it home after. And I washed the duvet-”

You have to cut off his rambles with a kiss because it’s all just perfect.

“You like it?”

“I love it. I just wish you would have told me so I could have worn something special for you.”

He shakes his head, “Nu-uh. You’re not doing anything for me, this is all for you. Shit, I should have worn something special for you. Should I run out and get a fireman costume or something.”

You laugh, “Maybe next time.”

You pull him down for another kiss. Your hands tangle themselves in his hair in an attempt to pull him close but instead, he picks you up, causing a squeal to fall from your lips. He falls on top of the bed, bringing you on top of him.

“We’re gonna go slow for a bit,” he says a little breathless. You’re not gonna lie, every time the professional athlete needs to catch his breath after you kiss, you feel proud, “you control the pace from here. Tell me what you want and I’ll do it. And if you want to stop, then just say the word.”

His voice his so soft and so sweet you could cry. He adjusts himself on the pillows and then you bend down to kiss him.

You reach up to run your fingers through his hair. You realized early in the relationship that he normally hated anyone touching his hair but for some reason, he didn’t mind it with you.

His hands tighten around your waist, flexing as your grind down on him. After a while, you start to move his shirt up to his abdomen. Getting the message he takes off his shirt from the back in that sexy way that men do. You can’t stop yourself from staring, for your first time you did pretty good.

“Take a picture. It’ll last longer,” he says.

“Sorry,” you mumble as your face heats up in embarrassment.

“Don’t be, baby. I don’t mind,” you hate that his smugness turns you on, but it does.

His hands start to move up your waist. They move under your shirt, and you allow him to move it up to your body.

“Is this okay?” he murmurs.

You nod, taking it off all the way.

“Fuck, your tits are amazing,” he moans, flipping the two of you over, “You’re so fucking pretty.”

He kisses you softly one again and then starts to move along your body. He presses kisses to your neck and shoulders, peppering his way in between your breasts. His hands reach around you to unclasp your bra. He whispers some German swears as sucks one nipple and rolls the other one between your fingers.

“Fuck, baby, you’re gorgeous,” he breathes.

He continues to kiss his way down your body, looking up at you as he gets to your jeans.

“Can I take these off,” he asks. You nod and then you feel your pants slipping off your body.

Then, his mouth in on your clothed pussy, sucking on your clit suddenly. Your leg kicks out suddenly, not expecting the shock of pleasure jolting through your body suddenly.

“Hey babe,” Leon pipes up from between your legs, “I know you’re new to this but it would really help if you didn’t give me a concussion.”

“Sorry,” you mutter, embarrassed.

“Don’t be. But, I’m going to hold your legs,” he says while gripping your hips and sliding you closer to him.

His hands hook your underwear in his fingers and he slips them down your legs. And then he’s relentless. He presses a kiss to your pussy before licking into you. You moan out his name and that spurs him on, slowly pushing a finger into your entrance. He pumps it in slowly. A few thrusts later he’s adding a second finger, causing you to whimper.

“That feel good, baby?” he asks.

You’re only capable of moaning. You can feel the smirk on his face but you can't be bothered to care, you’re getting close to your orgasm. You clench around his fingers.

“Fuck, baby, you taste so good,” he murmurs pressing a kiss to your thigh.

“I-I’m so close. Don-don’t stop,” you spit out between breaths.

“Cum for me baby.” A few moments later you cum, as Leon stays, licking you softly as you come down from your high.

“How was that?”

“Fucking amazing,” you sigh.

He laughs, “Well then wait for the rest of the show.”

“You’re such a douche, did you know that?”

“Yeah, well, you’re the one that wants to sleep with this douche,” he says with a smile, knowing you’re joking.

He takes off his jeans and then he’s climbing up to your body to kiss you.

“Are you ready for the show?”

You roll your eyes, “Yes, but if you’re going to call it a show one more time then I’ll leave.”

“How come I never knew you were this sassy.”

“Someone should pay more attention.”

He ignores you as he reaches down to press his fingers back into and scissor them to help stretch you open.

“You ready, baby?” you nod in response.

He reaches over to the bedside table to grab a condom and rolls it on himself. Soon you feel pressure as he enters you, slowly. You let out a whine as he brings he sinks in deeper. When he bottoms out you have to take a minute to breathe. Leon is peppering kisses all over your neck and shoulders.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Yeah, just give me a minute.”

“Take all the time you need,” he murmurs in your ear. And he continues to press kisses over your upper body.

A few deep breaths later you give him the okay to move and he starts to slowly pull his hips back. You gasp as he pushes back into you. He starts to speed up a little bit and you have to bite your lip to hold back your moans. His hips snap against your body.

“Stop. I want to hear you.”

The whimpers and moans that leave your mouth have you blushing but Leon doesn’t seem to mind.

“I’m not gonna last too long,” you say.

“Neither am I, baby,” He says as he starts to rub your clit, “Fuck you feel so tight around me.”

“Leon,” you moan.

“Fuck, cum baby,” he says and that’s all it takes.

Your orgasm hits you and you scream out Leon’s name. He fucks you through, extending your orgasm. With one final thrust, he spills into the condom moaning your name. After, he flops onto the bed beside you and turns his head to kiss you.

“How was that? Live up to your expectations?” he asks once he catches his breath.

“Above and beyond.”

“Man, it’s a good thing I don’t live in an apartment, although I’m sure my neighbours would’ve enjoyed the show.”

“What?” you exclaim, “I wasn’t that loud.”

“Babe, you screamed so loud I’m pretty sure Ontario heard you.”

You throw your arm over your face and groan in embarrassment.

“Don’t worry. I don’t mind.”

~~~

When you wake up the next morning you make your way to Leon’s bathroom. On the mirror is a sticky note with a message that reads I’m at practice and I’m sorry that I couldn’t be there when you woke up :( I’ll be home at 9.

You check the time on your phone, 8:30. You might as well go back to bed. He shows up about an hour later, knocking softly on the door.

“Hey, baby,” he says greeting you with a kiss. His hair is still a little damp and he smells like his body wash.

“Hey,” you reply, taking a deep breath.

“How are you?” he asks.

“I’m feeling like I want to do that about a million times over,” you reply, “But after I eat.”

“It’s a good thing I brought you breakfast.” You smile, “I knew I made a good decision dating you.”

[intothewilde]

⌠ ellie bamber, 20, cis female, she/her ⌡ welcome back to gallagher academy, GIORGIA WILDE! according to their records, they’re a FIRST year, specializing in UNDECIDED; and they DID NOT go to a spy prep high school. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of (first edition books, walking in the rain, candy-scented lip gloss, getting lost in a museum, millions of twinkling city lights). when it’s the (sagittarius)’s birthday on 12/13/1999, they always request their CHERRY PIE from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re well on their way to graduation. 

she can’t do shit with knives yet but it’s a great gif, don’t @ me) but DO like this if you want me to hit you up for plots

@gallagherintro​

tw: implied neglect, brief mentions of mental illness and addiction

ok! so giorgia was born and raised in new york city. both of her parents came from extremely wealthy families. her mother was a french socialite and her father was the golden boy of a hearst-like (founders/owners of a distinguished publishing conglomerate) family from connecticut. some of his family members claimed to be descendants of one of oscar wilde’s cousins (a rumor that has yet to be confirmed) and he believed he had it in him to become a literary great himself. he seemingly succeeded, having published multiple best sellers popular with young pseudo-intellectuals. 

giorgia was never sure if her mother had wanted a daughter or a life-size doll. from a very young age she was primed to fit into high society and paraded around her parent’s lavish parties. most of her time was spent with nannies and violin tutors, studying her father’s poetic heroes, and dancing ballet. she was taught how to socialize with society’s elite, but she never felt comfortable doing so. she felt safer hiding behind her mother or sitting beneath the stairs with her nose in a book.

while her mother wanted her child to be pretty and proper, her father wanted someone to continue his family’s legacy. she learned to read when she was four, and by the time she was five, gio was forced to write in a diary every. single. day. (over the last fifteen years she’s filled up dozens of notebooks that live on a bookshelf in her childhood bedroom). she didn’t particularly like her father and she didn’t want to want what he wanted for her. (did that sentence make sense? i hope so). but she did like to write and she was damn good at it. her poetry was published in online journals and lit mags, her short stories won young artist awards. on the outside, she was everything her parents wanted.

but like i said before, gio struggled with the social part or being a socialite, and the life of an heiress was never something she wanted. she didn’t seem to have the right attitude - she was demure and diffident, a textbook wallflower. she was never happier than when she was reading a book or roaming a museum, always curious about the world around her. she never misbehaved or did anything wrong, but her parents wanted her to behave differently. 

their tribeca penthouse always had a certain cold air to it and the high ceilings only seemed to add to the lonely feeling that gio couldn’t escape. her relationship with her parents seemed to become more strained with each passing day. the more she learned about them the more gio realized she didn’t know them at all - the spa retreats her mother went on were really trips to psychiatric facilities and rehabs, and the endless slew of young women her father employed as assistants were all lazily hidden affairs. they never talked about it, if she tried to she was shut down or ignored entirely.

gio grew up wanting to go to nyu. she didn’t know where the dream came from (her parents wanted her to go to vassar or dartmouth) but she loved her home city and something about nyu had always called to her. she was accepted early admission to the gallatin school where she planned to major in an individualized study of creative and dramatic writing.

she loved her freshman year of college. she was finally out of her parents’ home and into a postage stamp of an apartment with an eccentric girl studying theater. she was around people from all over the world and all walks of life instead of the tiny bubble of rich snobs and private schools. she was around people she actually had things in common with. she was still shy and she still found it extremely difficult to talk to people. the easiest way for her to interact with people was to overcompensate for her shyness and be excessively friendly. when she was actually able to talk, she found she had many things to say, and once she started talking it was hard for her to stop.

her roommate was a big fan of movie marathons (in october they watched all of the scream movies, and then all of the saw movies, and then all of the children of the corn movies. that’s twenty horror movies. gio still has nightmares from them). for a few weeks in the fall she had a spy movie marathon. mission: impossible and jason bourne movies, mostly. something about them piqued gio’s interest, and she started reading spy novels, which quickly turned into her writing one of her own. she wanted the protagonist to be a woman for once, and one who’s main personality trait wasn’t tits. her novel, at dawn beneath the bridge of sighs, followed a cia operative and an italia aisi agent who are forced to work together to find the kidnapped daughter of an american diplomat along with the priceless jewelry she was wearing at the time of her capture. (do i know what the fuck im talking about? no!!) 

gio comes from a family of publishers so it was fairly easy for her to find someone who wanted to publish it, but the nepotism ended there, the success was all her own. it was lauded as an impressive debut novel and critics praised her subversion of genre tropes and inventive action sequences. but it stuck out to a select few for a different reason - the heroine used tactics uncannily similar to those used by actual spies, and she used them well. some people were curious as to how the character would handle other situations in the spy world, or really how the author would plan it.

so yeah she got a letter from gallagher, and she thought it was a joke at first. she eventually figured out it was very real (how? idk!) and her curiosity got the better of her. she decided it would be good for research, and that she could go back to nyu if she wanted to. once she arrived at gallagher, giorgia... did not know what to do. she had never been so out of her element, and she felt like she was terrible at everything. but that wasn’t really true, all the things you could study for were things she was actually learning. she became determined to actually do well, and as her first year comes to an end, gio still feels extremely unsure of herself, and unsure of where she wants to focus her studies, but she’s starting to feel like gallagher is the right place for her to be.

personality: she’s very sweet, very earnest, sometimes has a tendency to retreat into herself and get quiet, but she still combats her shyness with an outgoing attitude she learned from her mother that takes her far out of her comfort zone. basically as outgoing as an introvert can be. she tries to see the best in everyone and every situation. emphasis on tries, because she’s a total worrier and is often pulled between the desire to find a silver lining and the fear that something horrible will happen. she will give people more chances than they deserve and let them walk all over her. her self esteem can be pretty low, but one thing she is confident about is her writing (although she won’t tell you because she doesn’t want to seem boastful). art and literature in all forms are her favorite things and she could talk about it forever. she’s the kind of person who tries to learn everyone’s names and once she knows it she’ll say hi to you every time she sees you.

other stuff: she’s fluent in french and english and grew up speaking them equally. (she also knows some spanish, italian, german, and russian from her nannies, but she’s not fluent). she has a deep love for photography, usually bringing a camera with her at all times. she can play classic violin and piano, but hasn’t in a while and is probably rusty, she continued to dance until she came to gallagher and no longer had time to practice. she has a cat named pierre (named after pierre-auguste renoir). she's a vegetarian. she’s basically addicted to fruit. she listens to a lot of sad pop music. her favorite colors are blush pink and forest green. she watches a lot jean-luc godard and wes anderson movies. she’s kind of a sad girl/art ho. she gets crushes on people easily and all the time. she is very impressionable, and seems to experience heartbreak often. she just wants someone to lover her for her, you know? 

wanted connections: (im super fucking tired so im just gonna write some really basic shit but hopefully i’ll edit it tomorrow).

a best friend: it’s not easy for her to make friends but i want gio to have one person she can truly be herself around. a platonic soulmate, if you will.

friends: really just anyone who is understanding of how she’s not always comfortable talking but will also listen if she starts ranting about queer representation in 20th century poetry and plays, ya feel?

big brother/big sister: because she hated being an only child and she really needs someone looking out for her

bad influence: its not hard to be a bad influence on her but someones gotta do it!

good influence: someone who lets her baby ways rub off on them

idk what to call this but a sort of mutual respect with someone she’s had a class with?

idk what to call this either but someone she really clashes with, they just don’t understand each other

people she knew in nyc: she was there for the first 19 years of her life so if your character was there in early 2019 or any time before that, they could’ve run into each other

someone from a similar background who she can just be like... felt with?

hookups/flings: she loves love but love does not love her

an ex: could be good or bad terms idk 

crushes, mutual or unrequited

give me literally anything, the more angst the better!!

[starberry-cupcake]

For the new workshop, I need resources I didn’t have when I was preparing classes to teach live, such as pictures and portraits and other visuals to convey things in videos. This is the story of my slow descent into desperation, peppered with some fairy tale history for you.  

With Madame d’Aulnoy, it happened for a long time that when you googled her you got a painting called The White Hat from 1780 by Jean-Baptiste Greuze (which is sometimes even wrongly adjudicated to other artists I’m not naming to avoid confusion) in which there’s a young lady with a hat and a boob out. 

Look, I wouldn’t put it past Madame D to pose tits out, but by 1780 she had been dead for 75 slutty years, so yeah, not her. Maybe someone mixed up the painting’s title (Le Chapeau blanc) with the title of one of d’Aulnoy’s stories (La Chatte blanche) and then it spiraled. Nowadays the painting still shows up on google with her name and some people even made paperback editions of stories by d’Aulnoy with the painting. The confused folks who used it to depict d’Aulnoy cropped the boob out, though, so that’s not on the paperbacks. 

Now, you might think "that’s really inconvenient and also pretty shitty that she gets associated with some other random lady in a google search and the actual painter doesn’t even get proper credit”. And you’d be right. 

But, at least, she isn’t Laura Gonzenbach. 

Laura Gonzenbach. Awesome gal, incredible traditional tales compiler, has a cool fairy tale about a girl who uses nature to get back to an abusive prince who took her by force and threatens to get him chocked by a snake. 

A German scholar was like ‘hey, I need a couple of Sicilian folk stories for a book about Sicily I’m putting together, can you send some?’ and Laura, who spoke 4 languages and had been educated by her suffragist sister who put up a school for women, because they weren’t allowed on university at the time, was like ‘sure’. 

She Went In, complied 92 stories, mostly from female narrators of poor means who didn’t write themselves. Hartwig, the German scholar, was like ‘damn girl, you should publish this asap’ and she was like ‘k’ and got it published in German in 1870. It became one of the largest compilations of folk stories made by a woman in the XIX century. She included all those things male compilers either took out or romanticized, like abuse, violence, imprisonment and murder committed to women and children but, more than anything, all the stories women told to express themselves, but without adding the morals and ideals of the aristocracy that people like Perrault had. She died at age 36 but nobody knows how because the records of her death got lost in an earthquake in 1908. 

Anyway, Laura Gonzenbach, love that bitch, one of my top faves fairy tale compilers. You know who doesn’t love her though? The fucking internet. 

If you google Laura, you’ll see a photo of a young woman. Google puts it there because it shows up in like 25 million pinterests that state that’s Laura Gonzenbach. The portrait was taken by Baron Wilhelm von Gloeden and it shows up in searches a million times with two different dates: 1897 and 1903. Laura Gonzenbach died in 1878. 

The first date comes from a 2015 blog post of a book author who made a tiny article about Jack Zipes’s edition of Laura’s stories and the biggest picture on the post is this portrait. She didn’t credit the photographer, she put the source as National Geographic Collection, but not a link, and she called it “Sicilian girl”.

If you go to NatGeo and look for the photographer, you’ll find the photo labeled as “Portrait of a Sicilian girl”, but without a date. Where did the date come from? Only this person knows. This post is the one that shows up in some of the pinterest posts that come up first in search, and certainly the ones that label the photo as being of Laura, because the post was about Laura, but the photo was not. 

The second date comes from pinterest, again. This time, the photo is labeled as  “a Sicilian girl, 1903″ and the source is, because why would it be any other fucking way, tumblr dot com. The post in question has said label, does not name photographer and its source is, listen to this: pinterest again. So pinterest -> tumblr -> pinterest. Pinterest #2 mentions as source a site that’s defunct and that may or may not have been partnered to natgeo. 

Another pinterest choice names that 1903 date, the name of the portrait and the name of the photographer and also came from tumblr. But it was pinned from the “Sicily” tag and not the post itself. I’ve tried as much as I could to find it through the text but all I get is more and more pinterest results of it and nothing on tumblr proper. Maybe the post got deleted, maybe tumblr blocked the blog entirely after the ban, because a lot of the portraits from that photographer are nudes, he was known for homoerotic depictions of young men, sometimes too young, and some other racy shit that I’m not getting into.  

Another pin I found looking for it dates it again as 1897, but the source didn’t list the date, it was added by the guy who pinned it. From where? who knows. 

I’ve stopped looking because I can’t even find which of the two dates is correct (I’m totally including this misshap in my video because I need people to know FACTS) but, in any way, Laura was dead and buried by the time whichever date happened, we have no records but we have a tombstone, and I’m certain this girl in the photo is not her anyway, because she would have been older by this time had she magically survived and was hidden somewhere living her best life instead of dead at 36. 

To end this post I’ll just say: SOURCE YOUR SHIT PROPERLY. GIVE CREDIT PROPERLY. RESPECT PEOPLE. Do it for Laura Gonzenbach. 

[covenforegone]

The first list, first edit.

So, heres a general list of Characters for the blog, might change later:

Mlp:

•->Covin(deciet/fraud): a Diamond-dog who was taught(tricked) into making a neat little trinket, a staff able to strip a user of their abilities(such as sculpting, writing, drawing, painting ect) and grant them extreme skill in spell craft using them as a manifestation.

Prone to poorly thought out plans, and now only able to dig or break stone with his latent magic, Covin's often relegated to defending the Den, a task not looked highly upon for the short lifespan of most. This has left the cheerful hound easily depressed and eager to please, almost too kind for his own good amongst the Den's workers.

Despite not being willing to use it, the staff forged of Covin's power makes him a deceptively powerful foe when given reason to fight, and a decidedly pragmatic one at that.

Covin's 5'11, about 170 lbs(Diamond-Dog arms are heavy) and looks like a cross of a German Shepard and Husky in solid grey with a darker back. He's very fluffy, kinda scrawny and high strung, despite still being strong enough to hold his own, even if it's only in willpower.

•->Wax Light: An Earth-pony mare hodling another artifact, though she knew what she was was getting into. She's got a waxy-white coat, cobalt eyes and matching mane, and carries a pair of iron torches that spawn an endless supply of tallow and fire under her control. She's often called cold, but has a fiery personality once she warms up to you.(badum-tsch)

One of the students of the Iron Isles' magics, her chubby physique hides an awe inspiring mage and competent warrior, though her position as a free agent sometimes hampers that. Cynical and not one to indulge in her desires, Wax searches for magic of interest; be it in book, scroll, spoken word or potion;often to her detriment.

Wax is 6'3, 168 lbs, sporting a DD bust and ample hips, a layer of pudge and floof hiding a well trained fighter and a skilled pyromancer.

•->Derel 'Entrophy' Iction: an ancient Automaton in the form of a Bird-folk(think the Mlp:FiM movie) re-activated by the 'teacher' of Wax Light and Covin.

A dedicated flyer, courtesy of 'upgrades' from the selfsame person, and captain of a small Buccaneer craft named the Gale Cleaver, Derel has made his mark as a servant of the 'Iron Isles' military; if not a Rainbow Dash-esqe ome in his often lazing work ethic. Personally fond of a boarding axe belonging to his previous owners collection, a still active tool akin to those of Wax and Covin. The axe is able to collapse and fold into the mechanisms of his arm and cut most materials with high pressure winds, and Derel's power supply is a jewel based on the magical dominion of Entropy*1, which basically makes things break on demand.

Derel's a solid 7'8 and weighs over 1000 pounds due to his construction, and takes the appearance of an armored peacock/long tailed widow bird, with the latter's colors being dominant in the paint and tempering of his metal.

•->Avarice, Spirit Of Greed and Gluttony; not a world warper like Discord but a conjurer of sorts, and only a fraction of the power of the greater spirit. Currently manifested as a Storm Beast standing 8'8 and weighing 357 Lb's.

Avarice is arguably not an ally to the Isles nor any other group; if you have something they want, they'll take it by force or manipulation no matter the cost. Notable is that the form of Avarice changes based on the individual they've put power into, the most recent being a (seemingly normal) Storm Beast of beanstalk proportions and wearing armor rusted through and carrying a bag of holding.

Currently weaker magically then normal with the death of the Storm King amd the disolving of his forces, Avarice seeks a new host not only to bolster their strength but to trap in their own desire's. Whether this helps, pleases, or even leaves the person alive depends on what they want.

•->Winter Shrike, Equestrian athelete and advertiser, Kirin.

Coat color is snow white, mane and tail are light grey while the scales on her back are a cobalt blue.

Weight: 130 lbs

Height: 5'10

Typically bubbly, though certainly not stupid, Winter shows persistance in cheating her diets and generally enjoying life, even at the expense of her body guard and staff's patience. Harbors a fascination with growth of all kinds though she isn't keen on others being the instigator.

•->Gregor Knightly, Body guard, Conjurer of the 8th(out of ten) Order and childhood friend of Winter Shrike, Kirin.

Coat is dark grey, mane orange and scales black.

Weight: 154 lbs

Height: 6'2

Raised by Griffons and showing the same detached indifference and (lesser so) greed as his adoptive species, Gregor(adoption papers didn't have the 'Y') favors conjured armor and weapons, specifically twin, three-curved staffs capable of generating blades at will. Calm, cool and trying far to hard to be like a movie bodyguard, Gregor is often chasing Winter down after she decided to ditch him and the other staff to go adventuring.

->• Amble, Earth-pony, general wanderer doing odd jobs, with a penchent for larger women;

Coat is navy blue, eyes are orange, mane/tail are teal.

Height: 5'10

Weight: 135 lbs

Wanderer, generally laid back and a decent brawler, Ambling Way tends to blend in, for better or worse. Though be wary, like most Pony's with vague talents he has a habit of making others...suggestiable and laid back.

Pokemon:

•-> Hella/Cerber, a Houndour/Houndoom available in Hyper busty Futa or hyper cock maledepending on personal taste.

Height: 5'8/7'1

Weight: 224 lbs- 436lbs(mostly assets)

A proud, dominent futa or a shy, easily embaressed hyper, eager to tease and be pleased by those too weak willed to fight against her urgings and orders, or a hyper who'd love a good time if only he had the confidence to approach it(and a way to keep the massive dong in check).

Size is negotiable as everyone has prefrences.

•-> Armelia, hyper busty, lactating Armaldo with a decent urge to use those tits to get what she wants, and maybe grow with whatever sap drinks her milk.

Height: 7'8

Weight: 240-336 lbs(starting size drained and full)

Sporting an eager to please attitude masking a need to be in charge, this Armaldo has access to the move Milk Drink and will use it as often as she needs to keep other's under her claw; even if it means she's a few dozen cup and pants sizes larger after the fact. Tends to try and beat opponents in the ring, and mooch, off of the people foolish enough to drink her milk.

•-> Pieza(pie-zah), a bottom heavy Galvantula with a love for spelunking and ruin-crawling, and getting stuck in lewd situation.

Height: 5'6

Weight: 260 lbs

Sporting a pair of hips and a butt fit to block a hallway with matching thighs and buggy abdomen, Pieza doe's her best to get into every nook and cranny the earth has to offer; if her bottom doesn't land her as some cults idol or stuck between a pair of pillars in an abandoned city while it's looted clean.

Geneal Anthro:

•-> Telmach, Mustang Necromancer with a love of fine coats and gloves.

Coat is chestnut with black sock marking's and black hooves, while his mane is (dyed/magically colored) while with a pair of black streaks.

Height: 5'11

Weight: 180 lbs(normally)

Cruel, hot tempered and all to happy to just graft another limb in place when ones lost, Telmach takes great pride in making pets of those he hates and spoiling the ones who get on his good side; whether they want it or not.

•-> Kelmeed 'The Draft Horse', Half Clydesdale Mercenary, disgraced knight.

Height: 6'4

Weight: 233 lbs

Slow, lumburing and a fan of shield and (jousting) lance, Kelmeed appears to be a brute and nothing more; and this lets him show his skill is more then just trampling all before him. Shrewd and quite thoughtful when he speaks, Kelmeed is a good friend to have, and a horrid foe to face.

(Has connections to Telmach, though he only knows inklings, and Telmach couldn't care less)

*1 This is the entire reason he was found, reactivation and subsiquent upgrades were agreed on once it was realized removing it would destroy both the jewel and automaton.