#automobile engineering projects

[ai-robotics-electronics]

Video source: Instagram - LavishWamish

Most important tesla features shown in above video:

1. Autopilot

2. Superchargers

3. Streaming services

4. Advanced parking

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[thegeorgetelegraph]

How Do You Learn About Automobile Engineering? - George Telegraph

The scope for jobs for automotive engineers after completing a diploma from automobile engineering colleges are there in India and abroad both. Visit George Telegraph to know more on automobile engineering.

https://eduguide.co.in/what-do-automobile-engineers-do/

[diabolus1exmachina]

Siata 208 CS ( 1 of 6). 

Societá Italiana Auto Trasformazioni Accessori (SIATA) created a marvelous assortment of machinery in its 45-year history under the guidance of the Ambrosini family. Founded by Giorgio Ambrosini in 1926, Siata specialized in performance modifications for Fiats, creating the overhead-valve conversions, multi-speed gearboxes, superchargers, and multi-carb intakes that competitive Italians wanted for their diminutive cars. The Italian auto giant conspicuously ignored—with few exceptions—the high-performance market as the Agnellis concentrated their empire around sensible, reliable, and mass-produced cars of small proportions.Siata received substantial financial assistance from Fiat following the Second World War, and by 1949 they were producing small automobiles which wore custom, house-labeled coachwork. Firmly grafted to Fiat and its engineering, Siata took a giant leap forward with the arrival of Rudolf Hruska in 1950. Hruska had worked in Porsche’s design office before the war and later collaborated with Carlo Abarth on Piero Dusio’s Cisitalia Grand Prix project. Fiat itself plotted its re-entry to the top ranks of Italian performance automobiles in 1950 with the introduction of their two-liter V-8 (dubbed "Otto Vu"), whose development was entrusted to Siata and executed in total secrecy by Hruska’s team.

The unusual oversquare, 70-degree V-8 engine featured all-aluminum castings with wedge-shaped combustion chambers. Induction was through a pair of dual-throat, downdraft Weber carburetors. With its high-revving short-stroke design and 8.5:1 compression ratio, prodigious power was channeled through a four-speed manual gearbox. Hruska planted the engine into a tubular chassis, and this became the basis of Fiat’s 8V.

Debuting at the 1952 Geneva Salon, the 8V caused an absolute sensation perhaps best equated to a meltdown of Italy’s motoring press. For many, the Siata-developed, Fiat-badged supercar defied belief. In particular, the advanced chassis featured a fully independent suspension with coil springs and telescopic shock absorbers at all four corners and was a marvelously sophisticated platform for its time, with supple and predictable handling that amazed drivers accustomed to the rigidly sprung, “flex-framed,” live-axle sports cars of the time.

Approximately 200 Tipo 104 engines were made to supply the 114 8V examples which Fiat ultimately produced. Eighty-five or so surplus engines were thusly returned to Siata, which seized the opportunity to supply them with additional house-made upgrades and implant them into the very chassis from which the earth-shattering Otto Vu had been developed.

The resulting Siata 208 CS was available as an attractive barchetta-like Spider or streamlined berlinetta, which Siata commissioned from a small pool of local coachbuilders including Bertone, Vignale, and Stabilimenti Farina. It is said that Siata openly encouraged the carryover of major styling details which these same companies were providing to Ferrari during the same period.

Perhaps the shapeliest design ever rendered upon the 208 CS, however, was executed by Balbo of Turin. Just nine berlinettas were made, of which only six examples are known to remain extant.

[aryagroup]

Mini Project Ideas For Mechanical Engineering Graduate

Top Mini project ideas for mechanical engineering students

Being a mechanical engineering student of top engineering colleges in India, it is essential to build mechanical mini project as part of their curriculum. But building a good quality mechanical mini project has its own restrictions, but the major one being the financial constraint.

An engineering student of best engineering colleges know the importance of building good mini projects. As the scope of the mini project that an individual build extends beyond their engineering curriculum. And helps greatly in improving their confidence while attending interviews or applying for higher studies admissions. But the main concern for most of the engineering students is the cost. That they have to incur in doing such innovative mini projects.

Being an engineering student, they know the importance of building good mini projects. So, the scope of the mini project helps you to build your engineering curriculum. And helps you in improving your confidence while attending interviews or applying for higher studies admissions.

Doing good mini project with reduced cost requires a lot of components and resources to complete it effectively. There are certain ideas which engineers can implement to reduce financial burden without compromising on the quality.

Animatronic Hand

Animatronics is the technology through which students of the list of engineering colleges can achieve human like motions with the machines. These devices can mimic human like actions and can be used to carry out particular set of industrial actions. Through this mechanical mini project, they will be building an animatronics hand that is controlled with servo motors. The animatronics hand gets input from the microcontroller based on the data collected by the flux sensors. Which is attached to the glove of the wearer.

Robotic Arm ?????

To read continue with ARYA COLLEGE

[aryacollege]

Mini Project Ideas For Mechanical Engineering Graduate

Top Mini project ideas for mechanical engineering students

Being a mechanical engineering student of top engineering colleges in India, it is essential to build mechanical mini project as part of their curriculum. But building a good quality mechanical mini project has its own restrictions, but the major one being the financial constraint.

An engineering student of best engineering colleges know the importance of building good mini projects. As the scope of the mini project that an individual build extends beyond their engineering curriculum. And helps greatly in improving their confidence while attending interviews or applying for higher studies admissions. But the main concern for most of the engineering students is the cost. That they have to incur in doing such innovative mini projects.

Being an engineering student, they know the importance of building good mini projects. So, the scope of the mini project helps you to build your engineering curriculum. And helps you in improving your confidence while attending interviews or applying for higher studies admissions.

Doing good mini project with reduced cost requires a lot of components and resources to complete it effectively. There are certain ideas which engineers can implement to reduce financial burden without compromising on the quality.

Animatronic Hand

Animatronics is the technology through which students of the list of engineering colleges can achieve human like motions with the machines. These devices can mimic human like actions and can be used to carry out particular set of industrial actions. Through this mechanical mini project, they will be building an animatronics hand that is controlled with servo motors. The animatronics hand gets input from the microcontroller based on the data collected by the flux sensors. Which is attached to the glove of the wearer.

Robotic Arm ?????

To read continue with ARYA COLLEGE

[vintageclassiccars]

1964 Apollo 5000GT.

The Apollo was an American sports car/personal automobile, initially manufactured from 1962 to 1964 by International Motor Cars in Oakland, California. Italian designer Franco Scaglione was brought in to refine the design, lending the project serious credibility.

Engineered by Milt Brown and designed by Ron Plescia, it featured handmade Italian aluminum coachwork by Intermeccanica, with a choice between two-seater convertible or fastback styles. Power came from a 215 cu in (3.5 l) or 300 cu in (4.9 l) Buick engine mated to a 4-speed manual.

[owls-den]

Not what I usually post on this account anymore but last session, my players had a very deep conversation about how to turn their sled into the ultimate crime stopping automobile, and I think that was important enough for me to illustrate it and post it on here.

Some of the improvements they wish to add to the sled?

A back water/ice canon

Front Eldritch Blast canon

Radio (if they can't have one made, they considered putting a small pixie man inside with a guitar and pay him minimum wage to play epic music during their car chases)

Small pixie bobble-head that plays a jingle

Cupholders for whenever they stop at the Firejolt to get more of their gamer fuel

Elk armor (A Celestial Elk is at the front of the sled but it needs protection or it will despawn! Maybe Todd Howard could help us with that)

A bat signal so people can call them whenever something doesn't go right (they'll probably have tons of dragons get blinded when people point the signal in the sky but hey, one crisis at a time)

A SKOTOL flag (that's the name of their group and the correct spelling for our campaign's name SKOOL (Scholarly Knights Of (the) Oblivion Lights))

Grayson, part of the student council (and someone who enjoys accounting as a hobby) is helping them fund the project but they've been thinking of how they'd actually get all of this done. Maybe blackmailing the one engineer they have dirt on to do it for free or tax people on the campus... hmmm... so many possibilities!

In case this was not evident enough: I have lost control over the campaign. This is no longer the SKOOL campaign. No school. Just sled.

[mokerjan]

remember to do the maintenance, for best travels

[natalieironside]

BREAKING NEWS: Untranslatable alien language in mysterious extraterrestrial transmission turns out to just be Hungarian

HOUSTON, TX — The field of  xenolinguistics was advanced by light years today when NASA engineer  Bela Zlavtovakznitwoshtuvokno happened to walk past the laboratory where  cryptanalysts were puzzling over the inscrutible message and overheard  their mother tongue.

The ninety-five seconds of audio picked up by the SETI Institute’s  Allen Telescope Array last October, having originated somewhere beyond  the constellation Canis Major, was at first assumed to be random noise,  but upon further analysis it appeared to conform to linguistic norms in  at least a superficial way, indicating an extraterrestrial origin.  Though scientists were at first ecstatic about hearing alien speech, the  meaning of the message remained elusive, defying translation by the  nation’s top linguists and cryptanalysts.

That is, until yesterday, when Dr. Zlavtovakznitwoshtuvokno–who came  to work for NASA after studying mechanical engineering at Budapest  University of Technology and Economics–happened to walk past the  xenolinguistics lab on their way to lunch and immediately recognized the  Uralic language of their home country.

“I knew at once,” Zlavtovakznitwoshtuvokno told our reporters,  “because only human beings can use umlauts like that. I didn’t quite  understand it–it was an odd dialect–but the speaker sounded very upset  and it had something to do with Tesla automobiles.”

Dr. Zlavtovakznitwoshtuvokno  has now been transferred to the project full-time, lending to it such  expertise as a cell phone with the Duolingo app on it and an old VHS  tape of Sesame Street.  Project leaders are managing their  expectations, however, with one technician rubbing her temples while  declaring, “This really doesn’t make things any easier.”

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[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Monteverdi Hai 650 F1, 1992. In 1992 Peter Monteverdi decided to re-enter the automobile industry. Using an F1 chassis from the defunct Monteverdi - Onyx F1 team and utilising a detuned Ford DFR V8 F1 engine, the car was billed as the ultimate supercar. Three prototypes were built but the project went no further

[scotianostra]

John Boyd Dunlop, who patented the first practical practical pneumatic tyre, was born in Ayrshire on February 5th 1846.

Notice I didn’t say invented there, because he might have perfected the tyre but he didn’t come up with the idea, it was another clever Scot called  Robert William Thomson who made the first pneumatic tyre on 10 December 1845, some 43 years before John Dunlop’s re-invention, it was way too soon for the world to appreciate it though, so on this day in 1846 a Scotsman re-invented the wheel...sort of :) 

John Boyd Dunlop was a veterinary surgeon from Scotland who had settled in Belfast in Northern Ireland. He didn't really have much to do with then newfangled driving devices like the bicycle, but is said to have worked a lot with rubber in his practice. To make his son's tricycle faster and more comfortable, he tinkered with the sheathing of the wheels. He developed a rubber tube that was wrapped in canvas and glued to a wooden rim. A baby's dummy is said to have served as a valve.

With this air-filled tyre, Dunlop junior whizzed happily along the streets of Belfast in the spring of 1888, easily outstripping his comrades. Dunlop realised that the pneumatic tyre held great promise and successfully applied for a patent for his invention at the end of the same year. This marked the beginning of the rise of the Dunlop brand, which is still famous today (including 129659, DE word mark since 1910; DE756765 or EM005125489). 

But: Dunlop should never have been granted this patent. The UK Patent Office had overlooked the fact that someone else had already received the patent for a pneumatic tyre some 40 years earlier. Robert William Thomson (1822-1873) was also Scottish and an extremely talented inventor. At the age of 23, he was granted pneumatic tyre patents in France and the USA ( US5104A). His tyre consisted of a hollow belt of Indian rubber inflated with air and covered with a leather casing. The wheels laid, as it were, "a cushion of air on the ground, rail or track" on which they ran. Thomson demonstrated his "Aerial Wheels" on horse-drawn carriages in London's Regent's Park in March 1847.

But unfortunately the time was not yet ripe for his invention. Like many other ingenious inventor´s ideas, Thomson´s tyre fell into oblivion. But he was luckier with other projects. He developed, among other things, the fountain pen, new types of steam engines and electric ignition devices for blasting, which greatly advanced railway construction. He died a rich and respected man.

John Boyd Dunlop is said to have known nothing of his compatriot's invention when he registered his idea with the patent office. He further improved his pneumatic tyres and had a series of 50 bicycles fitted with them. With one of these bicycles, William Hume, the previously unsuccessful captain of the Belfast Cruisers' Cycle Club, suddenly achieved spectacular success in bicycle races.

Among others, Hume beat the national champion Arthur Du Cros on 18th May 1889. The latter's father, the entrepreneur William Harvey Du Cros, recognised the marketing potential of the invention. He sought contact with Dunlop and together they founded the "Pneumatic Tyre & Booth's Cycle Agency" in Westland Row in Dublin on 18th November 1889, which was soon renamed "Dunlop Pneumatic Tyre Co. Ltd". The triumphant advance of the pneumatic tyre began.

At the first Olympic Games in Athens in 1896, all cyclists competed with pneumatic tyres.

However, as the invention became more widely known, Thomson's patent came to light again. Dunlop initially lost his patent. The brothers Edouard and André Michelin from Clermont-Ferrand took advantage of this and produced pneumatic tyres on a large scale. They were also the first to equip the emerging automobile with tyres, thus considerably accelerating its success story.

Dunlop continued to further develop the tyre and was able to obtain new patents for his improvements, which ensured his economic success

Above all, the valve, which is still named after him today, proved that he was an able inventor. Incidentally, he also applied for patents for developments in completely different fields, such as a skin lotion as seen in the pics.

Only four years after the foundation of his company, Dunlop's first foreign branch was established in Hanau. It still exists today. Dunlop was soon to manufacture numerous other rubber products such as golf and tennis balls, floor coverings and brake shoes. The company became one of the first "global players", a worldwide manufacturing company.

John Boyd Dunlop withdrew completely from the company in 1895 and returned to his veterinary practice. Along the way, he and his son worked on new inventions, such as a patented eau de toilette.

[diabolus1exmachina]

Citroen B11 (1938) 

André Citroën, an engineer, set up a factory to make gearbox mechanisms with right angle bevel gears. In 1908 he took over the Mors automobile factory, managing to revive it. Thanks to his friendship with Henry Ford, he became familiar with the techniques used in the USA to produce large series. This allowed him to design and install large factories to supply war material to the French government during the First World War. 

The origin of the 11 CV must be found in the conditions established by André Citroën for his engineers with a view to the new model to be developed: he wanted to manufacture a light car, weighing less than 800 kg, capable of traveling at 100 km/h, transport four passengers, and consume less than 10 liters per 100 km. The incorporation to the firm, in 1933, of the aeronautical engineer André Lefèbvre, coming from the firms Voisin and Renault, was fundamental for the development of this project. He presented the sketch of a small car with front-wheel drive and monocoque bodywork, known as Petit Voiture (PV), equipped with a 7 fiscal horsepower engine. The body design was the work of Flaminio Bertoni, an Italian designer who also created the bodies of the Citroën 2CV and the advanced DS. The project received the approval of Citroën, manufacturing the first prototypes in August 1933. On March 23, 1934 it was presented to selected dealers, being baptized as 7CV, version A. On April 18 its official presentation took place. 

During the 1934 Paris Salon, Citroën, in addition to presenting the 7 CV update with its B series, announced the new 11 CV model. This vehicle, following the guidelines established by the 7 CV, had a body with a very similar monocoque design that was wider and longer, as well as front-wheel drive. The range of the 11 CV model was basically made up of the following variants: Light (AL/BL ) and Normal, manufactured between 1935 and 1939, with a power of 46 horses. Of the first 75,000 units were manufactured and of the second 40,000. The difference between the Normal and Light versions was that the former were slightly longer and wider.

[thebluestbluewords]

For the h/c bingo ....

Jaylos and hijacked car !!

ty for sending this!!! I've been writing super super slowly lately BUT I finally reached a posting point for tumblr and hopefully I'll have the rest of this done in just a few more days!

Jaylos, Hijacked Car, mentions of painful terrible death but no actual injury in this section. Mentions of isle-related food issues.

01.

“I don’t think stealing a car is the best idea, man,” Carlos says doubtfully, trotting along behind Jay, arms full of the junk they’ve been collecting. “There’s not like, a lot to choose from out here. Are we stealing from the Commander?” 

Jay’s moving fast. “What Rourke? Nah. I’ve got a better idea. You scared to find out who it is?” 

“No,” Carlos says immediately. He’s not scared. .It’s just that he has some sort of self-preservation instinct, and his gang doesn’t seem to have any at all. Not that it makes a difference, because they don’t have many other choices. He needs the parts, and there’s nowhere else to get them, and even if he is scared, or if Jay were a little bit less careless about getting hurt,  they don’t have another option. “Just. Not really looking to get my head kicked in today, which is what will happen if I get caught with my hands in anyone else’s vehicle.” 

Jay glances back at him. “Sounds like you’re scared,” he says, grinning. He looks cool. Like, Auradon-shiny magazine ad levels of cool and confident and shit.  Like he’s having a great time, and not dragging Carlos after him through the market while he talks out loud about the stupidest fucking idea that they’ve ever had. “You wanna play it safe, furball? Let your mother find out you were in her engine again, tearing shit out for your projects?” 

“That’s none of your business what I was doing with her engine,” Carlos shoots back, aiming for haughty indifference to the opinions of people like Jay, and missing. Badly. “And also, I don’t tear shit out, I remove it. Carefully. With the correct tools.” 

“You’ve got them with you, yeah?” 

This is going nowhere that Carlos wants to be. 

“Yes, I have the car shit.”  he agrees, hefting the bag. It’s somewhere in the pile of junk he’s carrying. Under the other greasy car parts that he definitely didn’t rip out of other machines he’s been working on. It’s not like he needs the other machines or anything. They’re only his life’s work. Totally fine to rip apart because apparently his mother needs a functioning car as of yesterday, and right now her precious baby automobile is in about seven different pieces in various other machines spread across his bolt-holes on other sides of the Isle. 

“Sooo,” Jay says, drawing out the word so that it’s basically three words, with a great deal more significance than a single syllable is supposed to have. Carlos almost hates when he does this, except for how the stupid face Jay makes along with the words makes him want to do something forbidden. With his mouth. On Jay’s mouth. Gently. With tongue. “We’re gonna steal a new engine. I’ll distract the owners, who you’ve already worked for, by the way, and you carefully remove your shit with the proper tools, and then we’re golden.” 

“And then they catch us,” Carlos agrees. “and I get my shit kicked in again.”

Jay sighs with his whole body, throwing his shoulders into it. “They’re not gonna catch us.” 

“Except for how they are.” 

“They’re not! Besides, what’s the worst that’ll happen? They steal the engine back, and we’re back where you started?” 

Plus or minus some new bruises. And a sense of pride and dignity that he’ll lose, because being caught by an Animal, (because there’s only so many people with cars on the isle, and even fewer that Carlos has worked with, and if they keep walking the way they’re currently going there’s nowhere left to go except the Air Pirate junkyard) is just humiliating. 

 “I just think it’s a stupid plan!” Carlos says one last time, like it’s going to change anything. “Stealing from Karnage is like asking to get caught, and then he’s going to literally eat your heart out of your chest and Mal’s going to laugh at us for being dumbasses who got murdered over a car engine.” 

Jay laughs, because he’s a reckless asshole sometimes who likes pulling off the impossible. The annoying thing is that he usually does pull it off, and his ego just gets worse every time he escapes with whatever thing he was trying to get. “Mal’s going to give us shit no matter what happens. You wanna tell her that you chickened out and left me to face Karnage all on my own? How d’you think that one’s gonna go down? Hey, fearless leader, I left your second in command behind when he was trying to do me a favor, and now he’s being eaten by wolves and needs you to go come to the rescue.” 

“Shut up, she’s not gonna be that bad.” 

“She’s gonna be too busy fooling around with Evie to come to my rescue, and you’re gonna have to come back and recover my body once the wolves are done with it.” 

Carlos shivers. Gods, but he hates the Animals. It’s bad enough that they’re basically d-o-g-s, but it’s somehow worse because they talk and drink like humans despite not having opposable thumbs to hold the bottles with. “Maybe that’s been my plan. You can be a distraction for them to eat while I’m running away with my new engine.” 

Jay laughs, and turns around to clap a hand down on Carlos’s shoulder. “Hey, that’s almost the same as my plan! Glad you’re on board, man. I’ll distract them, you pop the stuff out and make a run for it. It’ll take, what, ten minutes for you to get the stuff we need out of the car?” 

Carlos sighs. They’re doing this. “Five. It’s not attached that well. I’m the one who put it in there in the first place.” 

“I thought your work was the best around.” Jay teases, turning his head slightly to walk backwards for a second. Carlos takes the second to appreciate the way Jay’s hair is moving in the faintly smoke-scented breeze. 

He’s not taking advantage of the moment if Jay actively encourages the looks. Sure, they’ve never exactly said anything about any feelings that might be between them, but there’s a lot that they don’t talk about. It’s not safe to have feelings about other people, for one thing. For another,Jay already knows that he looks. He’s never said anything about it, and once, when they were both in the hideout later than they were supposed to be, Jay didn’t move away from him on their shitty old couch, and they slept just like they’d been sitting, with Carlos’s head on Jay’s shoulder. 

It’s almost as stupid and reckless as their current plan, but someday, Carlos is going to try kissing Jay. He’s pretty sure it’s going to go well. And if it doesn’t, it’s not he doesn’t have a million ways to die, and keep dying until he can hide his shame and run away to the pirate’s side of the island to form a new identity and never try to kiss anyone ever again. 

“I didn’t wanna spend a lot of time on this one, man. It was a quick-n-dirty job. The crew freaks me out.” 

“Oh, cause they're–” Jay makes a snapping motion with his teeth. Animals. “Yeah?” 

The moment of heartstopping terror is fine. It’s normal. It’s not going to actually hurt him, unlike the air pirates themselves, who are happily going to chew his legs off when they get caught. 

“Yeah,” Carlos agrees, suppressing the queasy shiver that his body wants to give at the mention of the air pirate pack. At least all of the villains on the Isle are sentient Animals, and not the same mindless killing machines as untrained dogs outside of the Isle. Sure, there’s plenty of books out there claiming that dogs are the best companions humans can have. Libraries of them even. Enough books to build a wall, which is exactly what Carlos would like to have between himself and any canines, regardless of their capital-A-Animal status. “They’re– yeah. I don’t like working around them.” 

“All the more reason to get in and out,” Jay points out, infuriatingly rational. “You should drop the rest of your stuff before we go in though. You wanna hide it at my dad’s place?” 

Carlos does not want to hide his stuff anywhere near an adult. He usually keeps his spare parts in the sort of hidey-holes that only children can fit into, the sort of places that are accessible through tiny storage windows and cracked ventilation shafts that are from the Before times. The adults haven’t managed to break into every abandoned warehouse on the isle, and there’s just enough places still that are only accessible through places small enough for a kid to fit through that they’re almost safe. 

At fourteen, Carlos is still small and skinny enough to fit into the childish bolt-holes that he’s been using for years. Jay isn’t, not anymore, which they’ve all been taking as a victory. Finally, one of them is large enough to take on an adult. Sixteen isn’t actually that far off from fourteen, but between the two of them, Jay’s already grown into what will probably be his adult body, and Carlos is still fighting his mother and her henchmen for every scrap of food he can get, and probably won’t ever be tall enough to reach the higher beams in the warehouse all the Dragon Hall kids like to use for parkour practice. 

It’s fine. 

The offer of a storage space is a kindness, and it’s one that Carlos doesn’t especially want to take, but also can’t exactly afford not to. 

“Yeah,” he says slowly. “Sure. We can drop it there. You’re sure we can pick it up later?” 

“Dad’s out of the place until sundown.” Jay says, slowing down. “He’s not back til things open up for the night. We can keep it under my stuff until then. I’ve got a box that’s mostly empty, and he probably won’t look at it twice so long as I bring some interesting shit back when we swing by to pick it up again.” 

“Fine,” Carlos agrees, sliding half of his pile into Jay’s waiting arms. They can stash it for a few hours without too much risk, especially if Jafar is out for most of that time. “Are you lifting anything good from the air pirate garage?” 

“Just some batteries they’ve had around for a while. Nothing they’ve been using.” Jay says, grinning. 

Batteries are more valuable than gold. There’s limited electricity on the Isle, so battery power is how most of the smaller gadgets have to run. Car batteries can give a smaller household power for weeks before they die, and they usually don’t explode before then, especially if they’re being sold to the market goers, who usually live further away from the docks and the saltwater that’ll corrupt them faster than that. 

It’s risky. The air pirates have one of the biggest (read: only) legit garages on the isle, but they’re also limited on what they can do in terms of opposable thumbs for some of the more fiddly installations. It’s why they call in other engineers (read: Carlos) to help with some of their more sensitive projects, but that limitation combined with their ample supply of teeth and overpowered biting jaws means that they can sometimes acquire a pileup of parts beyond what they can use at one time. So it’s probably true that they have’t been using all of their batters, but it’s also likely equally true that they can and will exact revenge against anyone who takes the hoard. 

“You’re going to die,” Carlos tells Jay seriously. “You’re crazy, man.” 

“Does that mean you’re not doing it with me?” 

“No,” Carlos sighs. He’s stupid, but not stupid enough to trade probable death for the absolute one that’s waiting if he doesn’t come up with the parts to fix his mother’s car by tomorrow morning. “I’m in.” 

02.

“This is the worst plan.” 

Jay lifts the bag of tools up so Carlos can reach them easier. “We’ve had worse. What about the time with the eels and the jelly?” 

“One of the worst.” 

“Maybe. Can you reach?” 

Carlos shifts his weight carefully onto his toes. The car they need is hanging on chains over his head, and the guts of the engine are exposed, which should make it easy to reach. If things were fair, they’d both be able to use the giant crank in the corner to move the car down to where he can actually reach it, but because they’re the unlucky bastards who’re stuck on the isle, nothing is fair and the crank is so rusted over that they can’t risk touching it without it squealing and exposing them to the pirates. 

His fingertips brush over the rusted belly of the car. Just a few more centimeters, and he could get his longest wrench up where he needs it. Just enough to get a little leverage, and then he could get what they need. 

“Almost–” Carlos risks a tiny bit further, and jams the tip of his middle finger into a crevice in the car. Rust flakes rain down into his face. “Ouch. No.” 

“Damn. Can you get down?” 

Getting down is easy. Two steps down off the stepstool, and then another off the roof of the junk car that’s standing on, and then a quick hop to the ground. 

Carlos hops down, engineless and somewhat greasier than when they started. “So.” 

Jay steps back, trying very hard not to look like he was spotting Carlos on the way down. “So,” he agrees. “Plan B?” 

“Which is?” 

Jay glances up at the car hanging over their heads. “I’m taller. I can probably reach the parts, if you can tell me exactly what I’m looking for and distract them when they notice we’re here.” 

Distract the Air Pirates. Right. A shiver of icy-hot nausea sweeps through Carlos at the thought of being in front of that many angry Animals. Teeth and fangs and claws….and him without a single seasoning. Maybe he should have put barbeque sauce under his eyes, just to spare the pirates the horror of eating him alive and unseasoned. Even if he can distract them long enough, there’s still no guarantee that Jay will be able to get the correct piece out of the car, and they’ll have done all this for nothing, and at the loss of the pirates as a customer. 

On the other hand,  if they don’t at least try to get the part tonight, he’s going home to Cruella empty handed and still without a hope of getting her a working vehicle by tomorrow. 

Okay. 

“You’re sure you can get it out?” Carlos asks, already pulling out the tools he’ll need to pass up. “It’s the plugs and the connector gaskets. And the piece at the back that looks like a little steam valve. You’ve helped with the plugs before, just don’t–” 

“I know, I know,” Jay interrupts, voice low and urgent. “Pull the plug out from the top, disconnect the wires first, and don’t drop anything or it’ll go straight through where we don’t want it to go.” 

Carlos blinks. “Wow, you do listen. I’m so proud.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” Jay says, but he’s smiling a little bit, and it’s worth the embarrassment of offering it to see his reaction to the praise. “Gimme the stuff and I’ll hop up in a sec.” 

It’s a set of pliers and two wrenches. Not a huge amount of tools. “If you lose these I might never forgive you.” Carlos whispers. 

Jay accepts the tools with the appropriate respect, and tucks them in the front pockets of his jacket. “I know.” 

“Come back alive.” 

That gets another grin, one of the brilliantly bright ones that looks so out of place on the Isle. “I will.” Jay promises, leaping up onto the hood of the car before Carlos can do anything else. It’s a quick step up onto the stepstool, and from there it’s easy for Jay, with his stupidly superior height, to grab the side of the car and hoist himself the rest of the way up so he can get the pieces they need. 

Carlos waits.

The darkened garage is not a great place to be waiting alone. There’s a lot of other places that Carlos would rather be, if he’s being honest. His closet isn’t usually his first choice, but it’s quiet, and doesn’t have faint scratching noises in every corner that could be rats, or the echoes of what Jay is doing above him, or the pirates finally coming in to discover them both. His mother’s kitchen isn’t much better, but it’s at least warm. The garage is cool and dark, and there’s sticky mystery rags left all over the place. And some sort of scrabbly noise that’s definitely coming from under a car over there. 

Carlos has a flashlight in his pocket. He could turn it on to check out the noise, but the flash of light, even if he just turns it on for a second, would probably alert the pirates. Better to wait. Also, it’s hard to be sure of what he’s hearing over the thumping of his own heartbeat. 

The scratching noise could be nothing. No reason for Carlos’s lungs to feel like they’re pulling air in through wet cement. It’s fine, and there’s no animals sneaking up on them with their superior senses and teeth and claws and hey, sweating like it’s the middle of summer probably isn’t the best thing to be happening, but it’s probably nothing. 

Breathe. 

Hydrogen, Helium, Lithium– 

The scrabbling turns into a clang, and Carlos whips his head around so fast something in his neck snaps. There’s fur. Brown, disgusting fur. Not Don Karnage. 

 There’s a fuckoff-huge rat in the corner. That’s what the noise is, just a rat. 

Carlos doesn’t hate rats the way that he hates certain other animals. He actually likes some of them, because they’re sort of cute, and it’s not the worst thing when one of the rats in Hell Hall runs through the closet before him in the morning and sets off a couple of the bear traps before he can get a chance to trip into them. They’re almost smart sometimes, especially here on the isle where their colonies have space to grow and fight with the smaller humans for whatever food scraps they can get without being poisoned like they’d be in Auradon.  Villains can appreciate the value in a free pet, and also prefer to use their poisons on more valuable targets than household pests. 

“Hey,” Carlos whispers, flicking a hand at the rat. As much as he appreciates the company, it’s a little unnerving to be stared at by a rodent as big as his foot. “Get out of here.” 

The rat lifts a paw, almost like it’s flicking a hand back. 

Aw, shit. 

“TRESPASSER!” the rat squeaks at the top of its tiny lungs. “CRIMINAL! CRIMINAL IN THE SHOP!” 

Fuck. Shit. Fuck. 

“I’m not–” Carlos stutters, lunging for the rat. “Hey, shut up, I’m not trespassing. I work here, same as you, right? I’ve got my tools and everything.” 

“TRESPASSER!” the rat squeaks, bolting for the door. “CRIMINAL!” 

Rats are smart. 

“I’ve got food.” Carlos says quickly, stepping back towards his bag. Hands up. Nobody likes being grabbed, not even a rat. His heart is beating so hard he’s pretty sure even the rat can hear it, but it’s fine. He’s got bribes, and nobody on the isle is going to turn down food, especially not an underpaid evening guard. It seems pretty reasonable to assume that not even guard rats get fair pay. Carlos has, in fact, been employed by the Air Pirates before, and he’s pretty sure it’s a safe assumption based on how well they compensated their human help. 

The rat stops. “I’m listening.” it says, in a normal, squeaky little voice. 

“Hey, yeah, you want my food? I’ve got a sandwich, only a few days old. Peanut butter.” 

“Not to be a sell-out,” the rat says. “Because I’m not, in case you were wondering. Us rats are actually very loyal creatures. Very good to our masters. But yes. I do want your food.” 

“You’re fair to them when they’re fair to you?” Carlos asks absently, rummaging through his bag for the sandwich. It was going to be his dinner tonight, but he’s not going to have time to eat while he’s working on the car anyway.  “I bet the Air Pirates aren’t very generous bosses, right? They probably never share the best stuff with you, not when you’re so small and they’re so big.” 

“As a matter of fact, they don’t.” the rat agrees. “Awful bosses, and they smell terrible too.” 

Carlos swallows hard at the thought. He’s worked down here a few times when it’s been raining, and the smell of that many wet canines in one place meant that he was fighting back nausea all day. The memory makes giving up his dinner hurt a little less. “So if I give you the sandwich, you’ll keep quiet about the fact that I’m in here?” 

The rat laughs. “Sure. And if you give me your name, I’ll even tell them it wasn’t you.” 

“An hour. Please.”  

The rat creeps forward. “An hour I can do. It’ll take me that long to finish this thing. Peanut butter, you said?” 

Carlos looks down at the sandwich in his hand, a little bit desperately. Goodbye, dinner. Hello, a new level of despicable bribery. “And jelly. Grape. Didn’t even have mold in the jar when I got it.” 

“Mold adds flavor. It’s important for your immune system. Kids these days should eat more dirt if they really wanna know what’s good for them.” 

“Well,” Carlos says, praying that he’s not being too obvious about the fact that he’s stalling for time. “I would, but I have this sandwich here, and unless you want it, I’m really going to choose this over the dirt, Mister rat, sir.” 

The rat sniffs. “That’s Ratticus to you. And I’ll take that.” 

“An hour of silence,” Carlos insists, holding on to the food. “And you promise not to tell them I was here?” 

“I said an hour. Don’t push your luck, kid.” 

An hour is fine. Jay should have the pieces out in a few more minutes, and they can be halfway across the isle in an hour. Even if they have to stop back at the Junk Shop, they can still be back at Hell Hall and the far reaches of the market area within an hour’s time.  “Deal.” 

The rat scurries forward and takes the sandwich into his mouth. “‘Uf ‘ont ‘egress ‘if,” he says. “Pwomif.” 

Carlos already regrets giving away the food. Stupid talking Animals, posting guards. Stupid misplaced loyalty, giving up his dinner to protect Jay. Stupid car, being just too high for him to reach. The only one of them in here tonight who’s not stupid is the rat, who’s already gone, taking the sandwich with him. 

“Stupid,” Carlos whispers, kicking a downed tire. “Stupid fucking rats.” 

“Hey,” Jay whisper-hisses from above. “Cee.” 

“What?” 

“Would you grab my batteries while I’m up here? My source said they’re allegedly  in a box by the main office.” 

“Allegedly.” Carlos mutters, heading off in the direction of the office. “Allegedly, there’s no guards here, dont’cha know.” 

“Grab three if you can carry them!” Jay whispers back. 

Argh. Batteries for Jay. Engine pieces for his mother. The sandwich for the rats. Carlos would fucking love to get something for himself, but that’s never going to happen, and he prides himself on being the rational one. Jay’s the charming one, Mal’s the planner, Evie’s the beautiful one, and Carlos is the rational one, the one who gives up his time and his engine pieces and his fucking food for everyone else so that they don’t beat him up and make his life even more miserable than it already is. 

The batteries are in a cardboard box by the door of the office. They’re heavy, but a stack of three (out of the twelve the pirates have, what the fuck) isn’t too much to handle. 

Carlos staggers back with the batteries in his arms. Two of them fit in the tool bag, which is perfect, because there’s no way he’s running all the way back to the junk shop carrying all three of them in his arms. The third one he wraps in a rag from the floor and tucks inside his jacket. It’s not much, but it’s enough to keep it hidden from the most obvious of prying eyes on the trip back out. 

“Catch.” Jay calls. 

The spark plugs hit Carlos’s hands, two greasy, perfect little pieces that might buy him enough time to fix his mother’s engine before she ends him. “Received.” 

Jay hits the car roof a moment later. The tools are sticking out of his pocket, and there’s a faint outline of more pieces shoved down the front of his jacket.  “Got them all. Ready to run?” 

“So ready. This place still gives me the creeps.” 

“Tell me about it,” Jay says, without any real heat. “Wicked work with the guard though. Smart thinking to buy him off with food like that.” 

“Next time we do something like this I’m giving the guard your dinner,” Carlos mumbles, zipping his jacket securely over the battery and plugs. “You can tell Evie what happened to it. She doesn’t still get on your case about missing meals, right?” 

“Nah. She likes you more.” 

“Bold words from the guy who tried to charm her pants off last week.” 

Jay breathes out something like a laugh. He’s got the bag with the tools and the remaining batteries slung over his shoulder. “Ouch, man.  She turned me down, I’ll have you know. I think she’s saving herself for a special someone else, if y’know what I mean.” 

Carlos almost smiles at that. It’s an open secret that Mal and Evie are spending every free moment together, doing what teenagers do. “What, a woman?” 

“Ooh, double ouch.” Jay snarks, vaulting up to the top of the rusty chain link fence surrounding the junkyard. They came in through the front gate, but there’s a light on in the doghouse next to it now, so they can’t take the risk again. The fence is closer to where they need to run anyway. “You ever think about going into a career in villainy with that mouth?” 

“You ever think about–” Carlos shoots back. And then stops. There’s motion by the front gate, and it’s something moving on two legs. “Shit. Hide.” 

To Jay’s credit, he does. Immediately. The fence rattles a bit, but Jay’s already fading into the shadows faster than Carlos can track him, so he should be able to run before the guards find him. Jay’s fast. He should be able to make it home. . 

Carlos drops to the ground. There’s no time for him to jump the fence too, not unless he wants the figure to hear him for sure, and probably get a good solid look and smell of him too. If he can play dead, there’s a chance that the pirate won’t notice him. 

If Carlos is lucky, the pirate will be like the rest of them. Drunk and stupid. Both categories of people make mistakes, and Carlos is betting hard that this one is going to be one or the other, or if he’s very, very lucky, both. 

The figure is moving. Clawed feet coming this way. Moving erratically. Maybe drunk, maybe something else. Maybe playing a game. Carlos can’t keep running the chances in his head anymore, because he’s stuck now. Nowhere to run without being seen. He’s got a corner of Jay’s battery jammed into his chest. His heart is pounding double-time around it. Maybe triple-time. His breath is caught in his chest too, but he can’t afford the sounds that gasping for enough air would make, so he’s stuck slightly dizzy, shoving his own face into the dirt and playing dead as best he can. 

Someone takes a heavy, crunching footstep closer. 

It’s a dry night. No stench of wet canine in the air tonight, but the idea of it still hangs heavy across the entire garage and junkyard. 

Another crunching footstep closer. 

Carlos breathes as shallowly as he can. Less movement is better. He’s fully hidden behind the stack of tires. Hidden and silent, that’s him. Like a statue. One of the marble ones that people are always selling and arguing about selling on TV. Here lies the Statue of An Idiot, prone on the ground. By the old master Fear, produced in the mid 21st century. 

The footsteps stop. 

Fuck. 

The beast pounds on something metallic. A shrieking clang, rusted metal scraping over more rusted metal. Carlos can taste it in the back of his throat. 

The beast howls out a yell into the night. “Your shitbucket’s not here, Lassy! You owe me a day’s work!” 

Glass breaking. Not close. Inside the house, maybe. 

“I tol– told yah!” the creature shouts back in the direction of the glass. “You moved in last week when we got those new vulture scraps in! You owe me, bet’s a bet!” 

More howls from the house. The Air Pirates must be in there, Carlos realizes. The footsteps turn and crunch away. It’s still not safe to move. Not when his legs are numb with fear. 

It takes a long moment of awful, blessed silence after the pirate goes back in the house before Jay melts out of the shadows again. He’s still got the bag, which means he was probably waiting there the whole time. Watching Carlos panic and crush his own face into the filthy ground over nothing. 

Wonderful. 

Vaulting the fence is easy. 

“Run?” Jay whispers. “There’s a way back that’ll run us past the docks. Fish guts so heavy they’ll lose any trail they had.” 

Carlos doesn’t trust his voice just yet, but it’s a clever idea. He nods. 

“You sure you can keep up?” 

It’s a little easier to breathe when he’s trying not to laugh. “Yeah. Like you could outrun me.” 

Jay grins. He’s practically bouncing in place, adrenaline probably keeping him hyped up and raring to go. “That sounds like a challenge, furball. You sure you wanna race me tonight? I’ve got your parts and everything. I bet I can outrun you even with your tools on my back.” 

“Fuckin’ bet. Back to your place?” 

“You know it.” 

[aki-mochi]

Levi x Reader: Drunk Love

WARNING: NSFW!! Levi stood there, completely nude, in front of Erwin and Hanji as he covered his stuff while avoiding their gazes. His cheeks turning pink with his hair messy with fly-aways in every direction and his body covered in bites and hickeys. Erwin stood in Levi's living room, not amused, while Hanji was laughing until she was in tears.

"Sooo...you wanna tell me why you are...?" Erwin trailed off.

"I dunno....I-I...just woke up like this...."

"You were drinking last night, huh?" Erwin asked, more like stated.

"A little...." he mumbled, then clicked his tongue.

"Woooow Levi~!" Hanji laughed more.

"Shut up" Levi slightly growled as he tried to remember his actions last night.

~flashback~

Levi sat at a table in a bar with a few of his friends and co-workers, passing time and attempting to get away from the stress of work. Eren, who happened to be one of his best workers, offered him some food while drinking his drink. No sooner did another song start to play, a familiar woman entered the bar with Mikasa.

"I've never been in a bar.” Mikasa stated.

"We can't buy alcoholic beverages so we can just have water and some food. Give us some free time from all the work we've been asked to do." Y/n replied.

She nodded in agreement, looking around at her surroundings only to see the men at Levi's table looking towards them. Truth be told, Y/n and Mikasa worked in the same building as Levi, just on different floors. The two had met on a few occasions and even had small talk in the elevator whenever they were going to the same floor for meetings, but never actually got close to one another.

Levi glanced at the two as they came in and made a bit of a face. "I guess they're getting the same thing you are, Eren." He smirked behind his glass as he looked at Eren's drink suited for him being underaged. Eren pouted and gave somewhat of a glare towards his boss. "If you weren't my boss, and I wanted to not get fired, I'd slap you like I do Horse-face." He mumbled in his glass of apple juice.

"You sound like you're plenty drunk on apples," Levi stated as he set his glass down. "Now you finally have a chance to talk to that girl. I've seen you eyeing her at work." Hearing his comment, Eren did a spit-take with his drink; coughing and pounding his chest a bit. Once he got his breath back, he looked at Levi like he grew two heads.

"Are you insane or drunk?!" He slightly yelled in a whispered tone.

"I'm neither. You shout about being better at your job than The Titan Company down the road but you can't even talk to a girl."

"Yeah?! W-well what about the girl you stare at?! You seem like you stalk her!"

"The only time I even see her is on the elevator. Are you sure you aren't drinking beer?" Levi retorted.

"I'm underage to be drinking unless someone spiked it when I wasn't looking." Eren calmly stated as he took another drink.

"If no one did, they might need to so you can actually grow some balls for at least an hour and act like a man instead of a loud little kid."

Eren glared. "Shut the hell up....I do act mature. Just on some levels." He, then, turned away to stare at the ebony female with a slight blush on his slightly dark skin.

”Can you prove that?" Levi smirked at Eren's attitude.

"What did you say?" Eren growled, thinking his boss is picking a fight when he doesn't feel like throwing a punch while Mikasa is here.

"I said to prove that you aren't a child and go talk to her," Levi told him.

"Fine. I will." He suddenly stood up and walked towards the two sisters, feeling confident in his moves. Levi smirked as he watched, wanting to see how much of a train wreck it would turn into. But the minute Eren was only five steps away, he froze. His face turned a sheer scarlet red and felt his palms get sweaty. But what he didn't expect to happen, was that Mikasa noticed him and gave a small wave to him, making him lose his cool and speed-walking back to his seat before face planting the table. Mikasa flushed a faint pink but couldn't help to give a minuscule smirk from his failure to walk over.

"You’re a wuss" Levi muttered.

"Fuck you....." Eren mumbled against the table.

Levi smirked and took a sip of his whiskey before standing. "Let me show you how it's done," he stated as Eren groaned and watched him as he made his way towards the girls.

Levi walked over to the older of the two with a confident stride, the alcohol taking the edge off of his normal attitude. Y/n was too busy talking to Mikasa to notice him. Taking a french fry off her plate, she ate it and smiled as she was talking about her latest masterpiece for the company due to being in the advertising department. Mikasa mentioned a work project that’s due next week before looking over Y/n's shoulder to see the male.

"This seat taken?" Levi asked.

Y/n turned towards the voice of the male and her eyes widened. "M-Mr. Ackerman....! It's nice to see you again." She smiled softly at him.

"The same to you" he stated. "We don't see each other often. I thought we could talk."

"Of course! Come sit with me!" She smiled and patted the seat on the other side of her. He gladly sat, looking towards Eren and winking in success mainly to show off before talking to the two women. Eren growled and slammed his hands on the table and walked over once more before offering a hand at the grey-eyed female.

"May I sit with the beauty who I'm looking at~?" He asked with a smile.

Mikasa looked and blushed brightly at his words but nodded. “Sure."

With a small hum, Eren sat beside her before gently holding her waist to bring her closer to him. Her blush darkened, looking at her plate of food like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

Y/n eyed the boy, a little surprised at his actions before drinking her iced water, smirking behind her glass as she knew Mikasa has a crush on him. Levi rolled his eyes, ignoring Eren as he talked to Y/n, keeping up a conversation about her interests. About an hour later, Levi was not feeling like his usual self. His cheeks were flushed while his eyes were dilated, black pupils taking up more of his steel-blue corneas. Y/n had offered to take him home while Mikasa stayed with Eren since he's completely sober. After that, Mikasa waved as she left with the green-eyed boy.

He tried to refuse, saying he was fine but she insisted, eventually giving up as he slumped over the table. Y/n slung one of Levi's arms around her neck; the other around his waist while leading him outside. Digging in his back pocket for his wallet and keys, she pressed a button to activate its panic alarm. Upon hearing a frantic horn, she turned to her left to see the flashing lights of a sleek black Ford Mustang. After calming the automobile, she gently helped a drunk Levi into the passenger side before slipping herself behind the wheel. Y/n opened up his wallet and found a small piece of paper with his name and address written in beautiful cursive. Pulling up the GPS on her phone, she punched in his home address to help her navigate before revving up the engine and beginning to drive to him home.

Levi did his best to keep the alcohol's side effects from taking over, grinning as he remembered the feeling of her hand in his pocket but stayed quiet until they got to his house. Once Y/n had gotten him out of his car and into his house, after she had unlocked the door with his keys, she walked him to his room and placed him in bed. She gave a small huff from how heavy he is for a short man. As she tried to leave the room, Levi had grabbed her wrist to keep her in place.

"(Y/n)," he muttered.

"Levi. You're drunk. You need to rest." She said softly so as not to hurt his pounding head.

"Only if you rest with me." He said, not because of how many shots he’s had, but because he’s wanted her since the first day he saw her and this was the only way he could get himself to say it. Y/n smiled and pried his hand off her arm so she could help him get comfortable by stripping him of his clothes. Y/n flushed a scarlet red when he was now only in his briefs which held a proud tent.

He smirked a bit as he watched her. "You can look if you want"

"I-I rather not, thank you...." she stuttered before going to find him some bed clothes he could wear; giving him time to look over her body that was shown by the jeans and shirt she's wearing. Her hair pulled up into a ponytail and her feet dressed in regular tennis shoes. He blushed from more than the booze in his system as he looked over her, letting her help him dress before laying in the bed with him. Y/n covered him up along with herself and sighed softly as she turned her back to him so she can sleep since it's after midnight.

But with Levi still drunk, he couldn't go to sleep. No. He didn’t want to go to sleep. He had a beautiful woman in his bed and he wanted her to be his woman. No one else’s. Levi took advantage of his drunk state and suddenly rolled Y/n onto her back, pinning her to the bed. She blinked, shocked from his sudden actions.

"L-Levi....?" she stuttered.

"Y/n.....~” he purred in her ear while sliding his hands up her shirt, making her shiver at his cold slender hands on her heated skin. "Let me love you," he whispered before colliding her lips with his own, making her body stiffen. She soon felt intoxicated by his touch and kissed him back, craving for more as she entangled her fingers into his soft black hair as she moaned.

Levi kissed her deeply as his hands made their way to her breasts, feeling the soft flesh against his skin. Arching her back at the feeling, she pulled away from his lips for air but gasping the minute he latches his own to her sensitive neck. She moaned his name when he bit her neck then pulled back with a smirk. Y/n looked down to see that Levi had, somehow, stripped her bare naked without her noticing. Trailing kisses down her body, she moaned and ran her fingers through his hair again as she closed her legs when he got between them. He rubbed her thighs soothingly before kissing them to help her relax. Once he thought she was ready, Levi opened her legs and placed his head between them. His tongue slid along her folds before flicking at her clit. Her hips jolted upwards while her fingers tugged at his hair, giving loud lewd moans.

Levi smirked and started to go faster, making her squirm and squeal in complete ecstasy as he tasted every inch of her. He then sucked her bundle of nerves into his mouth as his tongue did wonders. Y/n panted as she arched her back off the bed while her head flew back into the pillows, desperately wanting to move away but his hands held her down in place as he ravished her more. His teeth gently grazed her clit, making her lose control of the volume of her moans as they got even louder before she finally released with a squeak. But Levi kept going, making her beg as he continued to drain her of every drop before pulling off with a small pop. A trembling Y/n laid there panting heavily as Levi licked her clean, sitting up to look down at the beautiful sight under him. Levi chuckled and laid beside her with his arm draped over her waist.

Y/n calmed down from her overstimulated high before she made the bold move to pin him to the bed instead. Levi looked up at her in slight shock from the sudden move before his breath started to hitch when she started to rub the bulge in his pants. She hummed and stripped him bare of any clothes before suddenly going down to suck his cock. Levi's hips bucked at the sudden pleasure of her hot mouth on him, panting as he felt her tongue do circles around the tip.

"(Y-Y/n)~" Levi moaned as he gripped the sheets. "Ngh...! I-I'm gonna....! Ah!" he gave a loud moan as he came in her mouth. Y/n swallowed it all, a little disappointed that he came that quick, and sat up before marking him in hickeys and love bites, loving the sounds that were coming from his mouth. After she was satisfied with her work, she straddled his hips before pushing herself onto him, making her gasp and him moan. When she felt comfortable, she bounced on him as her hands rested on his chest. Loud slapping noises of skin colliding and loud moans filled the room. Y/n decided to bounce faster and go all the way down, earning her a loud moan from Levi as he gripped her hips to help her keep steady.

Pretty soon they both hit their high and came together. Y/n collapsed onto Levi's chest, panting heavily as he held her close to him. Having to pull out, he laid both their bodies on the bed and pulled her to his chest after covering them both with the blanket and going to sleep.

~back to the present~

Y/n walked out of the bathroom only to see a naked Levi standing there, in front of his boss and co-worker as he tried to suppress his blush. Smirking, the said female walked over and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind and satisfied hum.

"Don't worry, Mr. Smith~. Levi was a good boy last night with all the moans I made him do~."

At that, Hanji ran out with Erwin on her tail, trying to suppress their nose bleeds while Levi was a blushing mess at the moment from her comment. Y/n laughed at his reaction and kissed him briefly before giving him a warm smile and going to make breakfast. Levi sighed as he went back to his room to get dressed.

'Maybe getting drunk wasn't so bad after all......'

[sartorialadventure]

On servant liveries

Court liveries:

“The first examples of occupational uniforms are liveries (from the French word livrer, meaning to deliver), which were uniform garments handed out to servants at European courts during the early modern period. Uniform in color, form, and decorations, liveries represented the household for which a servant was working. The coat of arms or initials of his master appeared on the liveries' buttons, trimmings, or badges. Already during earlier periods, princes, such as the Burgundian dukes, had their court members and servants dress in a single color at festive events in order to present a unified court. The livery proper began to spread during the seventeenth century, when the social status of a prince depended more and more on the splendid appearance of his court and his servants. These early liveries corresponded closely to military uniforms, which developed at the same time and which in the beginning were also called livery (in France, livrée; in Germany, liberey or montur). The colors of the military uniforms were usually identical to the liveries belonging to the household of the regiment's chief who, prior to the establishment of national armies, often owned the regiment.

^16th century liveried servants (Tudor England)

“Just like military uniforms during the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, most servant liveries were cut according to contemporary fashion. Their striking colors, heightened by lining and trimmings in contrasting hues corresponded to the colors of the noble household to which the servants belonged but were not necessarily identical with its heraldic colors.

^Royal footman from the reign of Henry III of France (1574-1589)

“Like military uniforms, the liveries also functioned as signs of rank and distinction. Most important, the servant's livery presented the social rank, ambitions, and financial means of the master. For this reason the American economic theorist Thorstein Veblen regarded servant liveries as a prime example for his seminal theory of conspicuous and vicarious consumption. The livery also indicated the servant's rank within a household. For example, the dress of pages, who themselves were members of noble families, were more richly decorated and made of more costly materials than the liveries of other servants. The servant's nearness to the master also determined the preciousness of his outfit. Since footmen accompanied their master very closely during travels, their dress had to be made of particularly fine materials, even though the footmen's small salary reflected a low position at court (Mikosch, p. 295). The livery always signaled the rank of the occasion: the more official the occasion, the richer the livery had to be; therefore, most courts provided simple liveries for everyday use and costly ones for festive events.

^18th century liveried footmen, wealthy American household (Colonial Williamsburg)

“During the second half of the nineteenth century, when class distinctions became increasingly complex and nobility lost more and more of its privileges, servant clothes had to make up for the loss of status. Some late courts, like the one of the prince of Thurn and Taxis, put on a particularly rich display of servants fitted out with numerous liveries. The servants of Thurn and Taxis had to change clothes several times during the course of the day, even as late as the 1980s (Kliegel, p. 107). In order to project the image of a long aristocratic tradition, the design of the servant liveries tended to be antiquated. The tightly fitted justeaucorps, fashionable during the eighteenth century and decorated with rich gold braids, continued to be employed for formal occasions and tailcoats for less formal events or everyday use.” (source)

Victorian era liveries:

The term livery means any distinctive clothing adorned by the people, in a non-military context. Most often it would indicate that the wearer of a livery was a servant, dependent, follower or friend of the owner of the livery.

In the 19th century, these clothing were generally given to its servants and household members only by people who could afford such grandeur. Servants of such a household or an estate are known as liveried servants.

^Victorian era liveried servants of a large household

In the Victorian era, it was not just the aristocracy who employed servants since new wealth had trickled into the cities and led to a burgeoning middle class. Employing a servant was a sign of respectability in the eye of the society.

During the Victorian era, running footman was a high paid post a servant could achieve in the labor class.  Footmen were mostly hired according to his physical attributes,  a tall and strong person was preferable to be a footman than a short and a lean person.

They were traditionally given a clothing of a waistcoat, a fustian jacket, silver stockings and fur capes twice per year. They were meant to be the attendants who ran beside or behind the carriages of aristocrats.

^Liveried footmen, Victorian era

Being a part of the household servant, their job extension also included filling glass, placed and removed dishes, opening or closing doors, carrying heavy items or moving furniture for the housemaid to clean.

Though a footman might find full-time employment, his job was not as essential as a butler, cook, or maid in a large household. However, the work of a footman was not less valued. If the footman left a family within six months of receiving a new livery, he was expected to leave the livery behind when he departed.

Liveried Servants: Chauffeur

In the 19th century, only the wealthiest atrocities were able to hire chauffeurs for themselves. Chauffeurs were actually the private drivers of the vehicles. Not only a driver but a skilled mechanic as well who could deal with breakdowns and tire punctures en route which was quite common in that era.

They were a great sense of respectability towards them in the eye of the society. Chauffeurs were employed for any transportation which was the luxury vehicle in that particular year since the technology was moving at a very high speed from the mid-nineteenth century.

^Victorian era liveried chauffeur

For centuries, the horse and carriage was the first luxury vehicle which was usually decorated with an intricate design to express the symbol of high status. In the early days of automobiles, the demand for chauffeurs was at its peak as people preferred to have someone to drive it for them.

Early automobiles required quite a bit of work to get started, they had a device which required preheating an engine before it started. The chauffeur’s job would have involved priming the hot tubes at the beginning of a journey.

Liveried Servant: Waiter

There was a group of organized men which was more of a body, called waiters. Their main purpose of employment was to wait. Waiters were found to have frequent attendance at public breakfasts, dinners, balls, and routs.

^Victorian era waiters serving at an event

They usually had an engagement diary which listed the days of his appointments in which his presence was necessary. In the height of the seasons,  he could reject any upcoming event if he was already booked in prior. It was necessary to give them a notice beforehand to have them give the required service. They were generally dressed in tuxedos on a public event to give them a formal look overall. (source)

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anyway the most profitable of merel's later feats of engineering and progress is personal automobiles. given the second industrial revolution setting of her native verse, i figured it had to happen eventually, and she was designed as an engineer at heart.

her work is most obviously based on the irl prasident, with a little influence from the fiat 4hp and the daimler in terms of wheel design. they're not her true passion project, but they're a little slice of privilege that wealthy men in her corner of the world so covet. it can reach a terrifying 19 miles an hour down the streets of the gold, financial, and government districts, and while a marvel, are also considered something of a public nuisance. their horns, such as they exist, let out the most horrifying brown note of a warning call. there is no steering wheel you, just twist the handlebars and pray.

their sales, despite the enormous production cost given the era, helps to fund her actual favored projects: public works, things to actually improve the quality of life for those who cannot hope to reach the gold district. the same men who rail against her attempts to even the playing field are the very ones who bankrolled these projects because they wanted to have something novel that the common man cannot reach.