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illfoandillfie · 5 years

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Three Can Play At That Game

Follow up to The Beast With Three Backs

Pairing: Ben!Roger x (Bi) Fem!Reader x Fem!OC

Summery: You’re taught how to behave.

Warnings: Smut!!!!, Dom!Rog, Dom!OC, Sub!Reader, drug mention, exhibitionism, public play (to the point where others see, but not full sex), smoking, humiliation/degradation, choking, edging/orgasm denial, restraints + gags, overstimulation, forced orgasm, oral all round (including face fucking and face sitting), facial, very very brief hint at a possible blood kink, nipple + clit clamps, spanking (hand + belt), I think thats everything lmao

Words: 8,896

A/N: Ya’ll, idk what to say. This is the longest, filthiest thing I’ve ever written. At one point towards the end I burst out laughing at the sheer fucking ridiculousness of the turn my life took to get me to this point, writing over 7k words of threesome smut. Literally what the fuck. I would also like to say that google is painfully unhelpful when you’re trying to get info on lesbian sex positions that aren’t oral so hats off to my wlw followers who’ve had to work that shit out on their own. Anyway, I hope ya’ll enjoy this, I’m gonna go scream for three hours!

Tagslist: @idontbelievethiss @somekindof-cheese @labessieisallama @vee-ndetta @atomic-watermelon @kellypenac @shae-is-not-ok

The afterparty was just as wild as Roger had promised it would be. Room after room packed full of people. Between the band and their crew and the various girls trying their best to draw their eyes, there was barely enough room to move. You pushed your way through the crowd, stopping occasionally to say hi to familiar faces, dodging around people dancing together and indulging in their drug of choice, some of whom offered you a hit. Finally, you spotted the man you were looking for, sitting with a drink in hand as he chatted with a couple of people you didn’t recognise. “Rog!” you waved to get his attention as you crossed the last of the distance between you. His hand darted out to grab your wrist and pull you down onto his lap as his friends took their leave. “Glad you could make it, Y/N. Took you long enough.” You poked your tongue out at his teasing, only to have him return the gesture. “You were incredible tonight.” You could tell he was still amped up from the performance, as well as whatever he’d taken before you got there, his fingers busy tapping out a beat against your thigh. “You trying to tell me I’m not always incredible?” “Shut up, you know what I mean,” “You’re right though. Was fucking electric up there, couldn’t’ve played off beat if I’d tried.” He grinned up at you but his fingers kept moving franticly over your skin. You covered his hand with your own, forcing him to stop. He blinked like he hadn’t realised what he was doing. “Gonna tap a hole through my leg if you keep that up,” you laughed, “you okay?” “Yeah, just full of energy,” He started tapping his foot rapidly, making his leg bounce, and you with it. “Think I could help with that,” you said softly, laying your palms on his chest as you leaned into his ear. The bouncing slowed and he grasped your thigh tighter, “And what did you have in mind exactly?” “Well, that’s for me to know,” You trailed your hand up his neck and wound your fingers through his hair, “And you to find out,” a sharp tug on his hair had you smiling at the way he gasped. “I do like the idea of making you beg though.” “If anyones gonna be begging tonight, it’s you,” he growled against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. His hands wrapped around both your wrists, bringing them back down towards his chest as he pulled your ear lobe between his teeth. You swung one leg over his lap so you were straddling him, skirt riding up slightly in the process. “Oh yeah? What makes you so sure?” “You’re my pretty little slut. If I want you to beg, you’ll beg.” Your stomach clenched and your breath caught in your throat and you inwardly cursed him for being able to affect you so easily. “You going to start behaving then?” “You’re the one who needs to start behaving,” you said trying to wiggle your hands free. “That wasn’t a suggestion, love,” his grip on your wrists tightened. “But if you really aren’t going to do what you’re told, I’ll find someone else who will.” He shifted so he was holding your wrists in one hand and used the other to grab your face, finger tips digging into your cheeks making your lips puff out as he forced you to look where he wanted, “that girl in the striped top has been giving me eyes all fucking night. She wants very badly to impress me and if I told her to drop to her knees right this second, she would. Same could be said about the one over there in the purple hot pants. And look, isn’t that you’re little plaything, Linda.” “Girlfriend,” you tried to say despite his grip, as you watched Linda weave her way through the crowd towards you, the bright pink bandana in her hair recognisable from a mile away. “Same diff. Don’t think I’d have any trouble convincing her to ditch you for the night.” All you could do was whimper as he turned your head back towards him, locking eyes with you. “So you’re going to behave.” Not a question this time. “Yes, Sir,” He let go of you, almost as forcefully as he’d held you, and brought his hands down to rest lightly on your thighs, watching to see what you’d do. You were tempted to rub the spots on your cheeks where his fingers had been but you resisted. His gaze held firm, even after you let your eyes drop downwards, making your skin tingle with the weight of it on you. He took a moment, sizing you up, before he next spoke. “Strip.” Your eyes grew wide as saucers as you quickly looked back up to his face, “S-strip Sir?” “Don’t pretend that doesn’t turn you on.” His fingers resumed their tapping as if you hadn’t interrupted the beat earlier. “We’ve been fucking long enough now that I’m well aware you like the danger of being caught with you pants around your knees, so to speak. You’ve had no problem letting me finger you in restaurants, or backstage after shows, surrounded by roadies. Never cum harder than when I pushed you up against that big window at Freddie’s place, when you knew that if the boys turned around, they’d see you, tits hanging out, begging me to fuck you harder. So stripping here shouldn’t be a problem.” As much as you didn’t want to admit it, he was right. The memory of the cool glass under your palms and Roger’s grip on your waist had you rocking your hips, not helped by the rapid tapping creeping steadily higher up your thigh. If you closed your eyes you could still see Brian moving to turn back towards the house. Could hear that voice in your head willing him to see you as your orgasm shuddered through you. The quiet disappointment when Freddie reached out and pointed in the opposite direction catching his attention once more. Roger clicked his fingers near your ear to bring you back to the present. “Haven’t got all night, love.” You grabbed the hem of your shirt and yanked it up. “That’s what I thought.”

“Hey Rog,” “Lindy, good to see you!” Roger’s voice was muffled by the shirt as you tugged it over your head. “What’s got into her?” Linda asked indicating your now bare chest that had drawn both her and Roger’s attention. Roger absentmindedly played with one of your nipples as he replied, his steady voice the complete antithesis of how you felt. “She’s trying to prove she’s a good slut who can follow directions.” Linda hummed and took a swig of the beer clutched in her hand. She reached out and twisted the nipple Roger hadn’t claimed, pulling a squeak from the back of your throat, “Can I help?” “You want to?” “You seem surprised.” She was still pinching your nipple making you arch your back. Roger shrugged, “After last time I just assumed you’d prefer to be in her position.” “Last time I was nervous and stepping way out of my comfort zone. I’m not always quite so meek.” “Yeah, I think I’m starting to see that.” He laughed as Linda finally released your nipple, and you let out the breath you’d been holding.

The looks Roger and Linda gave you made you feel like a helpless mouse caught between two hungry cats who liked to play with their food. Your cheeks were burning under their gazes, the knowledge that so many people could see you squirming, topless, on Roger’s lap hitting you harder now that Linda was involved. You were certain there’d be stories spread through London, and further, about this moment. Exaggerations would be made about the state of your undress, assumptions made about what exactly was going on – surely more than just straddling his lap. You shivered at the thought and stifled a whine that would only have added fuel to the rumour mill’s fire. Linda placed her fingers under your chin, tilting your head up as she leaned closer, her breath tickling your slightly parted lips. You tried to close the gap but she wrapped her hand around your throat before you could. “Not yet, sweetie.” You pouted, throwing her your best puppy dog eyes but she just squeezed your throat tighter as Roger slipped his hands round to grab your arse. “What say we get our brat somewhere a little more private?” Linda held onto your throat as she pushed you off Roger’s lap. She gave you a quick peck on the lips before she released you. “Be a good girl and wait for us in the car, love,” Roger said into your ear, “driver should be there, he’ll let you in.” “Can I have my shirt back, Sir?” “You’re lucky I’m letting you keep the skirt. We’ll be down soon,” he leaned forward to swat your bum and push you off into the crowd. “And don’t try to cover yourself,” Linda’s voice followed you as you headed for the door.

It was easy to keep yourself from covering your chest as you weaved through the crowd, passing other half-dressed people as they shared drinks and smokes. Once you got outside though it became much harder. For one thing, you no longer had the warmth of bodies in a confined space, left only with the cold night air biting at your skin. For another, you could no longer feel Roger’s or Linda’s gazes following you. It was much harder to stay obedient when you were on your own. You wrapped your arms around your chest as you walked towards the car, rubbing some warmth back into your arms, keenly aware of the driver looking you over. He let you into the back seat with a grin as you allowed your arms to fall back down to your sides now that you were in the relative warmth of the car. The wait for Roger and Linda was excruciating. You fidgeted with the hem of your skirt, tempted to just quickly rub one out while you waited. Knowing the driver was watching only made the temptation worse since you were sure he’d tattle and it’d result in you being punished. The idea of being bratty enough to earn a spanking had you biting your lip but the decision was made for you as the door opened once more and Linda climbed in next to you. You could see Roger through the windscreen, leaning against the hood of the car as he chatted cheerfully with the driver. Your attention was diverted as Linda’s fingers trailed up your side. “I like seeing you like this,” she said as she palmed your breasts. “Like what?” “Obedient. Submissive.” She let one hand fall to your lap, pushing your skirt up your thigh so she could tease you over your underwear as she leaned in to kiss you. “I could say the same of you” You tried to keep your voice steady but it came out slightly more breathless than you would have liked. “Rog reckons you’re gonna be a real brat.” “Does he now?” “We’re going to have so much fun breaking you.” She slipped off the seat to kneel between your feet, hooking her fingers into your underwear and dragging them slowly down your legs. “God you’re so wet. This cos you had your tits out for everyone?” You whined as she ran a single finger along your cunt up to your clit. “Oh that is a lovely sound,” Roger said as he climbed into the car, bringing a faint whiff of smoke with him. A second later you heard the front door close and the car start. You began rolling slowly out of the carpark. “She’s soaked Rog, you were right.” “Told you she likes when people know what a slut she is.” You whined again as Linda continued to tease you, trailing her fingers up and down your slick folds. Roger leaned past you to wind down your window. “On your knees. Hold on to the door.” You got into position, shivering slightly as you were once again exposed to the cold night air. “I’ve just found out something very interesting about our slut. Apparently, she decided it was okay to disobey us. Covered up her tits on her way down to the car.” “Well that is naughty.” Linda said from her position on the floor, tracing her wet fingers up and down the inside of your thigh, already making you feel slightly breathless, “you gonna defend yourself?” “It was cold,” you yelped as Linda pinched you. “Aww, it was cold was it?” Roger said in a mocking baby voice. He then spoke to Linda, “Finger her, but don’t let her cum just yet. She needs to be reminded who’s in charge.” Linda laughed as she pushed two fingers into you, making you whine out the open window. You felt Roger’s hand tangle into the ends of your hair and he tugged on it as he spoke, pulling you inside so you could hear him clearly. “You’ve got a long ride ahead of you. Don’t even think about moving your hands off that door until I say you can.” “Yes, Sir,” “You’re our pretty little toy tonight.” his fingers began their tapping again, trailing over your backside, “We tell you to drop to your knees, you’ll drop to your knees. We tell you to be silent, you’ll be fucking silent. Clear?” “Yes, Sir,” He hummed, “I hope so.” He released your hair, and you dropped your head forward, the movement of the car making the wind sting your cheeks. At that moment the car came to a halt at a red light. Linda was relentless as she fingered you, pulling a constant stream of gasps and curses from your lips. “Please let me cum, I wanna cum, I wanna cum, please, so bad.” Your voice was loud enough for a couple passing on the street to notice you, stopping in their tracks to watch your bare breasts bounce as you tried to force Linda deeper. “Told you that you’d be the one begging,” you heard Roger say as grabbed your hips to stop you. The light changed and the car took off again, the night snatching the moans and frustrated cries from your mouth as you sped off. Your hair whipped around your face, the entire top half of your body was covered in goose bumps and your fingers, resolutely clutching the open window, felt numb with cold. Roger’s hands shifted from you and you felt him moving around. Moments later something was placed against your lower back and you felt Roger writing on what you realised what a crumpled piece of paper. You could hear Roger and Linda talking, their conversation interrupted as Roger wrote or crossed out something, but couldn’t make out what they were saying over the roar of the wind and your heartbeat pounding in your ears. It was humiliating, knowing passers-by could hear you whining and catch glimpses of you as you drove by, knowing you were dripping down Linda’s hand, while they were more concerned with using you as a table.

You jumped slightly when Roger pulled you back into the car. Linda’s fingers left you as she moved to wind the window back up and you felt like you could breathe freely again. You shivered slightly as Roger pulled you against him, rubbing your arms to warm them up. Linda got off the floor and pushed your legs open. “Can’t have you clenching your thighs together, now can we?” she asked as she leaned over you. You whined as she traced a finger round your nipple before replacing it with her tongue. “Oh! She’s all cold,” Linda laughed, “gonna have to warm her up a bit.” She switched to your other nipple, sucking it into her mouth. The contrast between the cold of the night and the warmth of her touch almost stung as she kneaded your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples between her fingers, her breath tickling you as she left a wet trail across your chest. Roger pulled your head to the side, exposing your neck, and began nipping and sucking at your pulse point. It was only another two minutes or so before the car pulled up outside the hotel, but by the time the engine had been turned off you were begging to cum again in between breathless pants. “Time to let the real fun start,” Roger growled against your ear before he got out of the car, offering you his hand as you tried to stand on shaky legs. Linda wrapped her arm around your waist and you both followed Roger towards the counter. The brush of Linda’s hair on your neck and her shirt tickling your side reminded you of just how undressed you were, and your cheeks grew hot as you realised the very few people in the lobby were staring at you. You watched Roger lean against the counter as he talked to the woman stationed there. Her eyes flicked back to you every few moments but otherwise she maintained her professionalism. He handed over the crumpled paper he’d been writing on and you saw her smile and say “we’ll do our best to get these for you”. “What was that about?” You asked when Roger returned, leading you towards the elevator. “Nothing to worry your pretty little head over. Yet, anyway.”

The elevator ride was excruciatingly slow. Roger grabbed your wrists and pulled them behind your back as soon as the doors were shut. Linda slipped her hand under your skirt as you watched the floor numbers tick by, praying that no one else was going to get in. Two floors away from where Roger’s room was, you jerked to a stop and the doors slid open. Linda pulled her fingers from you just as a young couple, dressed to the nines, stuck their heads into the open door. “Are you going up or down?” “Up,” Roger replied with a smile, his grasp on your wrists tightening. The couple withdrew again, unabashedly staring at you. “Oh my god,” you half moaned softly, closing your eyes as you tilted your head back against Roger’s shoulder. “Must have hit the wrong button,” Roger said, throwing Linda a wink.

Thankfully you didn’t meet anyone else on your way to Roger’s room. He unlocked the door and pushed you inside, making you stumble slightly. “Skirt and shoes off.” You hastened to obey, leaving you completely naked next to the still fully dressed other two. Once you’d kicked your shoes to the side Roger strode forward, grabbing you by the throat. “Such an eager little whore we’ve got,” he said to Linda, who was hurredly removing her own clothes, his grip on your throat tightening. “Knew she liked being seen but didn’t realise it’d make her drip so much.” You opened your mouth try to argue but he just squeezed tighter. “What’s that, whore? Couldn’t hear you,” Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and your chest got tight, as Roger walked you backwards through the short hallway. He finally released your throat, leaving you gasping for air, as you were flung onto the bed. Before you had the chance to recover Linda, now in just her underwear, straddled your lap, pushing your arms over your head as she brought her lips to yours. You whined into her kiss as Roger secured your arms to the bed head with a couple of ties he’d got from his suitcase. “Hey! No fair,” you whined as Linda pulled away from you. “Fair is whatever we say it is, now be quiet,” Linda said as she reached up to grab Roger’s shirt and pulled him down into a fierce kiss. You struggled against your restraints, unable to pull your eyes from where their lips met, catching flashes of their tongues delving deeper into each other’s mouths. Roger’s hands slid around Linda as he deftly undid her bra, letting it drop to the ground, all without breaking the kiss. You jerked your hips up as you pulled at the ties, and Linda broke the kiss giggling. “She’s so cute when she struggles, isn’t she Rog?” “You can talk,” you spat out quickly, “Should have seen her the other night. Face down, arse up, trying so hard to rock against the fingers I had buried in her cunt while she begged me to go faster. She was a mess by the time I gave in and fucked her.” “That’s an awfully bold thing to say, coming from someone who can’t move. You’re at our mercy tonight and if I were you, I’d keep my fucking mouth shut.” “Thought you liked my mouth?” Your cheek stung from the slap Roger laid on you as he growled out, “Gag her. The dumb bitch seems to have forgotten what I told her in the car.” Linda tugged the bandana from her hair and slipped it between your teeth, tying it off behind your head. “Knew she was gonna be a right fucking brat. Gonna have to teach her how to behave.” “How? Spanking?” Linda’s eyes lit up and you decided she sounded far too excited by the prospect for your liking, though it was what you’d been hoping for earlier. “I had something else in mind. Actually, I have two ideas and I’m not sure which one would be more fun so,” he dug through his pocket until he found a coin. He held up the 50p so you could see it, “we’re gonna flip a coin. Heads, the bitch isn’t allowed to cum until we give her permission. Tails, the opposite.” You whimpered around the gag as Roger flipped the coin high into the air, catching it and slamming it against his other hand. He paused for a moment, watching you squirm, before he slowly revealed the coin. “Tails it is.” “Oh, this is going to be fun.”

Linda moved off of you, letting Roger pull one of your knees towards him, spreading your legs wide. She settled between them and bent down, blowing a stream of cool air over your dripping wet cunt before she leaned in, laying her tongue flat against you and licked a line all the way up your slit. You moaned, bucking your hips up to meet her as she reached your clit, vaguely aware of Roger pulling his shirt off beside you. In the back of your mind you knew you should try and hold off your orgasm, knew that it wouldn’t be long before you were too sensitive, but she felt so fucking good as she sucked your clit between her lips. The edging from earlier had left you desperate and it was all you could focus on, the orgasm building in the pit of your stomach, getting stronger with each swirl of her tongue. Roger’s hand sliding up and down your thigh only heightened your need and you screamed into the bandana as you were finally allowed to cum, the orgasm drawn out by Linda continuing to suck on your clit. When your cries quietened into small whimpers, she released your clit moving back down to lap up the evidence of your first orgasm of the night. Tingles spread through your body starting where her tongue met your core as she continued licking over your folds. Roger tapped his fingers up your body until he was stood over your head. He pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear, watching the way your head rolled back as you were pushed closer to the edge again. “Thats right, gonna keep cumming for us aren’t you?” You whined as Linda began pumping her fingers into you again, never giving you a moment to pause as she found that spot inside you that made you see stars. Roger ran a single finger up and down your neck as he spoke, his voice rough and impossible to ignore, “Not gonna let you stop until we’re finished with you. You’ve been such a fucking brat tonight. Talking back to us like you did. This is what you deserve. Reward for being a disobedient bitch.” Your legs shook as another wave, smaller than the first rolled through you. The bandana in your mouth was wet and you could feel excess saliva dripping over your lips and running down your cheeks and chin as you rolled your head to the side, wanting to escape Linda before she could toy with you any longer. Your hips jolted as her attention focused on your sensitive clit and you tried to squirm away, clamping your legs shut, but without your hands there was nothing you could do to block her. “You think your poor little pussy is sensitive now, you’re gonna be in for a rough night.” Roger grasped your hair and pulled your head up slightly so you could watch Linda burying her face between your legs. “She’s doing a wonderful job isn’t she?” He forced you to nod up and down, agreeing with him, and you felt tears shake loose and fall down your cheeks, “Are you ready to behave?” You did you best to say ‘yes’ but it was muddled by the gag and the way your voice shook as Linda continued to tear you apart. Roger untied the knot at the back of your head and pulled the bandana away from your mouth, soaked with your spit. Your cries were louder now that you weren’t gagged, but that only seemed to encourage your tormentors. “Ple-e-ease, no mmmm-oore,” you managed to choke out. “Hearing you beg makes me so fucking hard.” As if you needed proof, he pushed his pants down, setting his cock free, “Now, tell me, what are you going to do next?” “Wh-at ever S-sir and Ma’a-am want,” “Good, you’re learning.” He gently rubbed his thumb over your cheek, stroking himself with his other hand, “Think it’s time to put that pretty mouth of yours to use though, since I like it so much.” He echoed your words from earlier as he kicked his pants off entirely and kneeled on the bed next to you, pushing himself between your lips.

Your bound hands and the angle of your head made it difficult to move freely up and down his shaft. Roger solved this problem by holding your head up while he fucked your mouth, working himself deeper and making you gag. Linda was still between your legs, alternating between sucking on your clit and flicking it with her tongue as she roughly fingered you, drawing more noises from you that only encouraged Roger to use your mouth harder. You couldn’t decide who to focus on, one moment only interested in the shockwaves Linda sent through you, the next distracted by Roger telling you what a perfect whore you were. You tugged on your restraints as every muscle in your body tensed against the onslaught of pleasure and you were pushed into another orgasm. Roger slammed into you again, pushing as deep into your throat as he could and holding you there. “Fuck, feels so good to have you choking on my cock. Gonna make me cum soon. You love being a good girl and swallowing Sir’s cum don’t you?” You moaned your assent but Roger only laughed as he pulled out of you, letting your head drop back to the bed, heaving for air. “Such a greedy little cum slut, but I don’t think you’ve behaved well enough to earn that yet.” He started stroking himself again and you only had a moment to screw your eyes shut before he was finishing over your face with a groan. Linda noticed what was happening and sat up to watch, finally giving your cunt a break from the endless attention. You held as still as possible as you felt hot spurts of cum hit your cheeks and chin and lips. The next thing you felt was Linda crawling up your body and licking along your cheek. You opened one eye cautiously and saw Roger sitting back watching Linda cleaning up the mess. “Our little slut learnt her lesson?” she questioned, trailing her finger over your chin and bringing the cum she collected to her lips. “Yes Ma’am,” you said, voice shaking slightly. “She’s getting there,” came Roger’s voice from further down the bed, “but she still has trouble knowing when to keep quiet apparently.” Linda giggled as she leaned down to lick the last traces of Roger’s cum from your lip, pushing it into your mouth with her tongue. You sighed into the kiss, relaxing more than you had since you sat down on Roger’s lap hours earlier.

The shrill shriek of the phone rang through the room, the unexpected loudness making Linda jump as she pulled away from the kiss. You hissed as you felt a sting and tasted blood and you realised Linda had bitten your lip in her shock. “Sorry, sweetie,” Linda said quietly as Roger moved to answer the phone. “‘s alright,” you ran your tongue over your split lip, noticing the way Linda was staring. Definitely something to bring up at home. “That was the front desk,” Roger said as he put the phone down, “they weren’t able to get everything we asked for, but someone’s gonna bring up what they did find.” Your stomach tightened as you remembered the crumpled paper from earlier. It had been completely pushed from your mind in the wake of everything else but you were sure whatever was written on it was going to be used against you. Linda clapped her hands excitedly which only confirmed your suspicions. “What do you mean ‘everything’? What are they bringing up?” You asked, failing to keep your voice calm as you jerked at your restraints. “You’ll find out soon enough,” Linda cooed, tapping your nose, “think I better give you something else to focus on though.” She rolled off you, pulling off her underpants as she moved up the bed. Turning so the headboard was behind her, she placed a leg on either side of your head and lowered herself onto your mouth. She was dripping, having spent so long torturing you without getting off herself. You flicked your tongue back and forth over her pussy, as she rocked her hips, already panting as her orgasm approached. “Fuck, Y/N,” she moaned softly as you circled her clit, “such a good slut, gonna make me, oh! Make me, god fuck,” she rutted against your tongue until her legs shook and her juices dripped into your waiting mouth. You slowly licked along her cunt, collecting every last drop, relishing the tangy, salty taste. Her hands dropped to your breasts, squeezing them as she continued to rock her hips above you. She left one hand there as the other trailed down your body, coming to a halt when she reached your clit. She pressed her thumb to it, rubbing small fast circles that had you whining against her pussy. The short reprieve you’d been allowed meant you weren’t quite as painfully sensitive as you had been though it was still enough to make you try to squirm away from her touch.

You felt a hand wrap around your ankle as it kicked out in your effort to escape. The bed dipped slightly as Roger settled himself at the end, rubbing your legs as Linda’s fingers left you, and it was only then you realised he’d left the room. “I’ve left the stuff on the table over there.” He said to Linda as he pushed your legs wide, sliding his cock through your wet folds. “How m-much of it did we get?” a small stutter the only indication she was still using your mouth. “Most of it, actually.” Roger buried himself completely in your cunt. A moan was pushed from your throat as Roger began pounding into you but it went unnoticed as they continued their conversation. You thrust your tongue into Linda, but other than a small pause as she gasped it didn’t interrupt them. You moaned again, louder this time, but they kept ignoring you, treating you like nothing but a set of holes for them to use, a way for them to get off. You were torn, half stupidly aroused by the idea of existing for their use alone, half desperate for some kind of recognition. You found yourself hoping for one of them to touch your clit again, no matter how painful it was, doing everything in your limited power to get their attention. Judging by the way Linda’s speech fell away to be replaced by a series of higher and higher ‘oh’s, she was getting close, and that made you double down on your efforts, switching between tonguing her roughly and sucking on her clit. Before you could be rewarded with her orgasm though, she removed herself from your face. “Want to cum on your cock Rog” she whined as she crawled towards him. He withdrew from your cunt as he pulled her into position over you. Her face was above yours, just out of reach of your hungry lips. She mewled, closing her eyes, as Roger thrust into her a few times. Your hips jerked upwards, rutting against thin air in your desperation to have him inside you again. Roger obliged, pushing into you with a grunt, before switching back to her. You watched Linda’s mouth fall open, wishing she’d drop her lips to meet yours, or let you lavish her neck with kisses and love bites, but knowing you were lucky to be receiving the attention you were and that if you pushed it you ran the risk of losing it entirely. “So close,” she whined over and over, pushing back against Roger as he rammed into her again. Roger leaned forward and muttered something in her ear, before he withdrew from her and entered you again. Linda’s eyes shot open and she reached up to free one of your hands. Holding it tightly, she brought it up to her lips, sucking two of your fingers into her mouth for a moment before bring it down to press against her clit. She held you there as Roger thrust into her again, pushing her harder against your fingers as you rubbed her clit steadily. You could tell she was right there as both you and Roger worked to pull her over the edge, moaning at you not to stop until she was trembling and collapsing on to you. “Oh, fuck,” Roger gasped as she clenched around him, making him hit his release. He pulled out of her as he came, and you felt his warm seed dripping onto you from where it was leaking out of Linda. You were still rubbing Linda as she rode out her orgasm, your chest bursting with pride at being such a useful object, able to please the other two enough to make them cum.

Linda rolled off you, panting, and Roger moved to untie your still bound hand. “How’re you doing?” he asked softly, his thumb rubbing soothingly over your wrist. “Good, Rog,” you breathed out. “Not tempted to safe word?” “Hasn’t even crossed my mind.” “That’s my girl,” he said pressing his lips to your temple. You had a moment to breathe deeply before all trace of soft, caring Roger were gone, replaced once again by your Sir who demanded control. He grabbed you by the throat again to haul you to your knees, readjusting his grip as you pressed your back against his chest. “You ready to find out what was on that paper?” “Yes, Sir,” your voice was small as the anticipation and nerves made you tremble slightly, your stomach full of butterflies. Linda moved away to collect the brown bag that had been delivered and came back to kneel in front of you. “I am so excited to try these on you.” You whimpered as you realised she had pulled out a set of nipple clamps. “You want me to put them on?” You nodded, breath shaky and body tingling at the very notion. “Why don’t you ask me then, tell me you want it.” She held up a clamp so you could see it, the black rubber on the ends making a dull sound as she opened and shut them. “Please, Ma’am. Please put them on me.” Linda’s smile widened as she leaned forward and took your left nipple in her fingers, rolling it to a stiff peak. Roger was still holding you by the throat, through his grip had slackened, and he was leaving a trail of chaste kisses over the back of your neck and shoulders. You gasped as Linda let the clamp close around your nipple, the sensation diametrically opposed to the soft feel of Roger’s lips. “That okay?” she asked as she adjusted the tightness, “don’t want it to hurt, just squeeze,” “It’s good, doesn’t hurt,” you said as the pinch you’d first felt settled into a dull ache. Linda moved to your right nipple to attach the second clamp and you couldn’t help but arch your back eagerly, making Linda chuckle. The light metal chain that connected both clamps was cold as it knocked against your skin, and it was only once both clamps were attached that you noticed the second chain, trailing down past your stomach. “One more,” Linda said as she ran her fingers along your slit, collecting the fresh wave of wetness that had been elicited by the clamps and bringing it up to rub your clit, “And you thought you were sensitive before.” She leaned down, kissing your clit once before she put the clamp in place, looking up at you as she adjusted the screw. “How’s that feel,” Roger asked, letting go of your hair. You leaned your head back against his shoulder, needing to take a few steadying breaths before you could reply, “fucking amazing, Sir.” You rolled your hips, panting as the clamp held you so deliciously tight. “What about this?” He pulled on the chain that hung between your breasts, sending a jolt through you that made you squeal. His laugh tickled your ear as he turned back to Linda, “What should we show her next?” Linda met your eyes as she spoke, “Well unfortunately they weren’t able to get me the crop I requested, so we’ll have to stick with a more traditional spanking.” You let the two of them move you into position, on all fours over Roger’s lap. Roger rubbed your arse, sending excited shivers up your spine, before he slid his hand up over your back to hold you in place.

Linda started out with a few shallow strikes, enough to make you hiss at the small sting they left, but not enough to actually hurt, the chain from the clamps jangling softly with each one. Suddenly she hit you much harder, catching you off guard and making your arms buckle slightly. “You can do what you like with her cunt Rog, just keep clear of her arse.” Roger slipped three fingers into you, holding them still as Linda hit you again. It was hard enough to make you jolt forward, changing the angle of Roger’s fingers and making the clamps jangle louder as you let a whine escape. Roger began fingering you in earnest with a series of short sharp thrusts that were pushed deeper every time Linda spanked you. Between the two of them and the incredible way the clamp on your clit was squeezing you, it wasn’t long before you were coming undone with a moan. Linda rubbed over the pink spots she’d created as you shivered through your orgasm, soothing the warm sting. “Good girl,” Roger cooed as he brought his fingers to a stop again, leaving them inside you, and rubbing your back with his other hand. Linda came round to your front, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, “Remember what I looked like after the first time the three of us did this? I had all sorts of bruises and marks up and down my body. I couldn’t wear shorts for a whole week because you’d so thoroughly covered my thighs. And don’t even get me started on my tits. What I mean is, think it’s time I return the favour.” You whimpered as she walked away from your again, the seconds before the next strike dragging on as she moved around the room. Roger kept his hand on your back to stop you from turning to watch, pulling his fingers out of your cunt so he could play with the chain that fell from your tits. Your breath hitched as he pulled the chain upwards and then let it drop, swinging down to hit your skin again. The next thing you knew was a whoosh sound as Linda brought a belt down against your skin. “Fuck!” you cried out as you collapsed completely. “Get her back up for me,” Roger grabbed your hips with both hands, pulling your arse back into the air and then pushed his fingers back into your cunt. Your chest was still pressed against the bed when the belt hit you again, emphasising the pressure from the nipple clamps. She hit you again and again and again, Roger fingering you deep and hard, his other arm pulling you against him so you couldn’t wriggle away. Every swing of the leather seemed harder than the previous one until each blow had you screaming and crying into the sheets beneath you. All the while the clamp on your clit held strong, constantly stimulating you, bringing you closer to another orgasm. “Every time you hit her, she clenches round my fingers. Think our slut might be enjoying herself.” Linda paused, her touch gentle as she soothingly rubbed your arse, but still making you flinch. “Gonna give you three more, okay?” “Yes, Ma’am,” you choked out, voice muffled in the bedding. “And I want you to count them off, nice and loud. So get you’re head up now.” You pushed yourself back up on your hands shakily. “Here we go.” The belt whipped through the air, landing on your arse with a sharp thwack. “One!” you yelled, struggling to stay upright as she lay the belt gently against your lower back. Roger reached around and carefully removed one of the nipple clamps. Your breast throbbed as blood rushed back to your nipple but you didn’t have long to dwell on it before Linda was bringing the belt down on you again. “Two!” Roger removed the second clamp, faster this time, flooding your chest with a warm tingly sensation that was more painful than the actual clamp had been. “Last one,” Linda warned before she hit you again, pulling another cry from your throat. “Three-e-e!” You said through your tears. The moment you clenched around Roger’s fingers he removed the clamp from your clit. It felt similar to the way your nipples felt but heightened, throbbing and hot and almost too much. This time when you collapsed no one pulled you back up. You rolled onto your side as you tried to stop sobbing, not wanting anything to touch your nipples or your bum. Roger ran his hand up and down your thigh to calm you as Linda dropped the belt and kneeled at your head. She reached out to stroke your hair softly. “Oh, sweetie. That hurt didn’t it.” “Yes, Ma’am,” you said tearfully. “And removing those clamps made you all sore, didn’t they?” “Yes, Ma’am,” “Good. That was the point. Now what do you say?” “Thank you, Ma’am. Thank you, Sir.” “Good girl,” she pressed her lips to your temple, “Are you okay?” You took a couple of deep breaths to stem the flow of tears, “Yes.” “Do you want to use your safe word?” You considered for a moment but now that the immediate pain was subsiding you felt okay, “No, I wanna continue.” “You sure? You don’t have to.” “I’m sure. Kinda curious to see how my clit works after the clamp,” Linda chuckled as she leaned in to kiss you softly before she looked back at Roger, “you happy to keep going?” “If Y/N is okay, absolutely. Haven’t had a chance to fuck her properly yet.”

With that Roger lifted your legs off his lap so he could scoot out from under you. He took his cock in his hand stroking his a few times as he pulled one of your legs up into the air, letting you stay on your side so as not to further irritate your stinging body. You propped you head up on one arm to watch as he pushed into you, leaning your leg against his shoulder and neck as he set a harsh pace. Linda grabbed your free hand and pulled it between her legs. “Gonna be a good girl and make me cum aren’t you, otherwise there’ll be consequences.” You nodded, unable to form coherent words as Roger began rubbing your clit. The clamp had left you extra responsive to his touch, still tingling slightly from its removal and feeling every stroke more acutely. You tried to focus on Linda pulling your fingers into her core, encouraging you to finger fuck her but the way Roger was drawing circles round your clit with his thumb had your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you moaned out your release. He kept stimulating your clit as he pounded into you, drawing your orgasm out until your moans turned to painful whines and pleas for him to stop. The hyper-responsiveness in the wake of the clamp had fast become hyper-sensitivity to the point of pain. “Sir, please it’s too much,” “I’ll stop when your pretty little cunt is full of my cum. You clench around me so fucking tightly when I touch your clit, shouldn’t take long.” You let your arm fall back to the mattress, biting down on it to muffle your whimpers as Roger continued his relentless pace, grabbing onto your stinging bum for leverage. His thrusts became more erratic as he neared his peak, releasing into you with a string of grunted curses. As soon as he’d left your core Linda was pulling you up to your knees, your back against her chest. You watched as Roger found his discarded pants and reached into his pocket, pulling out his pack of smokes and a lighter. He lit the cigarette, taking a long drag on it, as Linda reached down to swipe up the cum that was leaking out of you. Once her fingers were coated, she brought them up to your mouth, making you suck them clean. “Taste good?”

You hummed, unable to speak around her fingers. “And was that fucking worth it?” She pulled her fingers free and lay a short sharp slap to your clit that would have had you doubled over in pain if she hadn’t been holding you up, “Told you to make me cum or there’d be consequences, so now you gotta face them.” She pushed you forwards, your hands hitting the mattress with a thud, as she turned to dig through the bag again. “Oh, you poor dumb slut,” Roger laughed, waving his cigarette through the air, “too fucked out to pay attention. I know what’s in that bag and you are fucking in for it.” You could hear Linda moving around behind you but you kept your eyes glued to Roger as you sat back on your knees, not wanting to make matters worse for yourself. He offered you his cigarette and you gladly took a long drag to try and stop the trembling in your hands. “After that spanking, I wasn’t going to pull this out. Decided you’d been through enough for the moment. But plans change.” At a signal from Linda, Roger placed the smoke back between his lips and grabbed your arms, pulling you down onto your back, your head at the edge of the bed. You raised your head as you felt Linda bend your legs and kneel between them, surprised to see her wearing a harness, a bright pink dildo protruding from the front. “Thought it was time I got my own one of these, and I’m glad I did since you seem to like cock so fucking much,” With that she slowly pushed into you, drawing almost all the way out before sinking in again deeper. She drew unintelligible whines from you with every thrust but it wasn’t until she was fully sheathed inside you that she let out her own soft moan. “But being fucked again isn’t really a punishment for you, is it?” You were silent, biting on your lip to stop from begging her to move. “I said, it’s not a punishment is it, slut?” She said as she slapped your thigh, jolting you enough to make you whimper. “No, Ma’am, it’s not,” “Good thing I’ve got this, then.” She reached down and picked up a small thin vibrator which she held against your clit. Even without turning it on, it made you jolt. “Please don’t Ma’am, I’m sorry. I’ll pay attention properly next time. I’ll lick your cunt again right now. Please, sit on my face or spank me again, please, anything but that.” You begged, breath coming faster. “Nice try, sweetie, but if you don’t listen to me why should I listen to you,” With that she turned the vibrator on and began thrusting into you properly, building her rhythm. Your clit felt like it was on fire, the force of the vibrations when you were already so sensitive making you howl. You tried to wiggle free, but Linda was having none of it, slapping your thigh whenever your squirming started up again. The worst part was that you could feel your orgasm building again, behind the pain, and part of you was terrified she’d stop before you could cum again. Roger was still standing over you, he moved away at one point to find an ashtray but, when he came back, he held down your arms to stop you from thrashing about so much. Linda removed the vibrator from you for a moment, letting you catch your breath, and you vaguely wondered what people in the rooms nearby must be making of your wails. But then it was back against you, pressing so hard you were almost going numb, and every other thought was shaken from your head. You whimpered the word ‘please’ over and over, knowing it wasn’t working but unable to form any other words. “Rog, be a doll and shut her up,” you heard Linda pant and the next thing you knew Roger’s cock was in your throat, fucking you at an equally bruising pace. You were trapped between them, hands fisted in the sheets as you drew closer and closer to your orgasm. Roger swore as you gagged around him, leaning over to pull on your nipples. Your body shuddered as your orgasm rippled through you, stronger than you thought it would be with how close to numb your clit felt. Linda removed the vibrator from you, pressing it instead against her own clit until she came, slowing her thrusts back down to a stop. Roger pushed himself into your throat completely and you half expected him to pull out and cum on your face again. Instead he released your nipples, coming undone with your muffled whine.

You were still twitching slightly as Roger picked you up and moved you to the middle of the bed, breathe ragged after he’d used your throat so harshly. He pushed your hair back off your face and squeezed your hand, bringing it up to his lips as he praised you for taking so much. “Was I a good toy?” you asked quietly. “Better than good. Fucking brilliant.” He pulled you into a soft, firm kiss, wiping a tear from your cheek. “Thank you,” you smiled against his shoulder as he pulled you into his arms. Linda returned, having removed the harness, now carrying a warm washcloth. You gingerly cleaned yourself up, before falling back against the pillows, laughing softly as Linda peppered your jaw with kisses. Once you’d thrown the washcloth into the mess of clothes on the floor Linda turned your head, dropping her lips to yours. Both of them threw their arms over you, pulling another laugh from you as they squished you between them. “When I’m not feeling quite so sore and drained, you’re gonna have to tell me what else was on that list. Show me what else you got.” “Naturally,” Roger said against your neck, “Might have to go for a walk tomorrow and see if we can’t find the shop that concierge bird said she got all this from.” “Might have to play around with those clamps some more, see if you can get away with wearing them under your shirt. I’ve got a couple of ideas.” You shivered slightly at the prospect. “Let the poor girl get some rest before you go planning out how to torment her next,” “Don’t worry, Rog, I’ve got a couple ideas of my own.”

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ragingratbastard · 5 years

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For Ida!! And Tarya too if you want i love that bitch. 1. What do they think hell is? 2. What does family mean to them? 3. Best childhood memory. 4. Worst. 5. What advice would they give their younger selves? 6. What do they think is the worst thing that can happen to a person?

Oh it is late as fuck but I just watched a movie so I have powers again, let’s do this.

1. Ida and Tarya actually have a very similar view of hell because of their backgrounds and separate scholarly pursuits. They both just see hell as a very literal place rather than an abstract concept used to scare people into worshiping gods. They definitely don’t view it as something to be feared, which they probably should. Ida isn’t scared of too much because she is a researcher first and a person with fear second, and Tarya is neither scared of death nor does she view it as a reality for herself right now. Both of them know that technically souls do sometimes go there for eternal punishment, but they both think that they are much too smart to end up in hell.

2. For Ida family is the people who you choose and who choose you in return. Being raised communally definitely had an effect on the way she viewed family. When you want to have kids it is traditional in the Circle to go out and adopt a child you connect with (though that child should preferably be a sun elf), after choosing the child you and your partner become their primary caretaker and teacher, so for Ida family really is about who you choose and who you connect with.

Tarya believes that family are the people who support you, push you to be better, and give you a lot of tough love. Though there were definitely people in the Zhentarim that did that to her she doesn’t consider anyone in the Network her family, just coworkers or drinking buddies. Tarya is still very attached to her blood family despite her stance that a person’s family situation shouldn’t stop them from rising through the ranks or following their dreams. She simultaneously regrets the notion of family altogether while also prioritizing the health and safety of her own family above most other issues.

3. Ida’s best childhood memory is the summer when her and her dad built a beehive and kept bees together, at the end of summer they collected all the honey they needed and made little cakes for everyone in the Circle. Ida picked lots of little edible flowers and depending on the person the cake was for she baked different flowers into each. A close runner up for best memory would have to be the first time she ever met Labelas and he helped her fix her glasses.

Not to be like ‘Tarya doesn’t have any happy childhood memories’ but…I think the memory which fills her with the most pride is when she got her first rapier, holding that tiny child sized rapier and activating her first bladesong changed her life entirely, and all she wanted to do was become the best bladesinger in the whole world. A close runner up is just, any time she had with her brothers. They always encouraged her to be wild and express herself so of course they all got into a lot of antics together

4. Ida’s worst childhood memory is probably when she was 12 and her dad yelled at her for the first time. It had been about three years since he had really flung himself into his research and one day Ida was trying to get his attention and he snapped at her about how he was busy working and she shouldn’t interrupt him. Even if it wasn’t that bad she was an anxious kid, and she had just wanted to ask him to help her pick out a name since her naming ceremony was right around the corner

Tarya’s worst childhood memory is every time her family had dinner together. They had a ridiculously long dining table and her father would always make Tarya and her mother sit at one end while the rest of the family sat at the other. Man fuck that guy.

5. Ida would tell her younger self…so many things, I think one a diff ask I answered one way to this question so here’s another “Consider finding other sources of power instead of relying on one, diversify while you can.”

Tarya would tell her younger self that debts always have to be paid, and sometimes that means giving up your freedom for the people you love.

6. It’s funny but honestly? Ida thinks that warlock pacts are terrible. She thinks that pacts are usually the result of a being taking advantage of a person, and that they are a result of manipulation and trickery. She thinks it is terrible how so often the person involved doesn’t even really know what they are getting into and that usually they are just trying to survive a life-or-death situation. She thinks that pacts strip people of their free will, that they break families apart, and they drive people to betray those they care about the most. Aka Ida thinks that patrons are homewreckers.

Tarya thinks the worst thing that can happen to a person is (insert various forms of torture that she herself has carried out on people) as well as having your free will taken away/being stripped of any kind of power, both magical and societal.

#asks #dnd #ocs

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tw6464sloreblog · 7 years

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The Exodite Kingdoms

The Ishari, or “Exodites” as they are called in the languages of humanity, are the most mysterious and elusive of all the Aeldari. They live upon the Maiden Worlds, surrounded by the forests and fields, both brimming with flora and fauna. They have learned to tame wild reptilian beasts known as “Dragons”, which are common to the Maiden Worlds. The Ishari are strong, hardy people who have endured great suffering and strife to have the lives they now lead; ANY foe who dare threatens their existence, be they human, Aeldari, Ork, or any other invader must be prepared to face the full wrath of the Ishari... especially when the Orion returns... and the Wild Hunt begins.

*The Exodites live their lives as farmers and hunters. They are naturally gifted in both these respects, as they vast knowledge of the land granted to them by the Lord of Hunger, Estreuth. It is good that he took pity upon the Exodites as well, for the Maiden worlds are fraught with danger; flooding is common in the settlements of the exodites, and the few settlements they do have are surrounded by miles and miles of jungle and forest. When they first arrived on the Maiden Worlds, seeking to be rid of the decadence of the ancient Aeldari, disease and plague ran rampant throughout the Exodites ancestors, as the medicine and other supplies they did take with them were insufficient for the truly horrible sicknesses that would afflict them. Yet they survived, building their society upon the (often savage) paradises of the Maiden Worlds, and escaping the fall of the rest of their people.

*The Exodite’s society is tribal in nature, with each tribe being called a “Kindred”. The Kindred is ruled by a local noble, usually called a Baron or Baroness, who in turn swears fealty to the Dragon King and his family. There is rarely intertribal conflict between the kindreds, as they all have a role to play in the society of their people. They are also given enough space to meet their needs. While there may be a few fights between the newest Dragon Knight recruits, these are resolved rather quickly. There are relatively few laws in the society of the Exodites, but the most important one is this: “An Ishari shall not take that which is not theirs, nor shall they take more than is necessary”.

*it would be a mistake to assume that the Ishari have regressed to primitive standards; far from it, in fact. The Exodites are famous for their use of Knight-Constructs, similar in size, stature and purpose to the Questors Imperialis, as well as their use of Wraithbone, War Walkers and many other technological advancements that the Asuryani have. However, they have also developed a normal form of building material: Wraithwood, which was created using bark from trees found upon the Maiden Worlds and Wraithbone. This Wraithwood is far more flexible and malleable than Wraithbone could have ever been, but it is also not nearly as strong.

*Music and song play a large role in the society of the Ishari. Through their use of music, they believe that they are able to give thanks to Isha, Kurnous and Estreuth, as well as tapping into the natural psychic forces of the world. The most naturally gifted musicians amongst the exodites are form the Singers, who serve a similar purpose to the Seers of the Asuryani and the Void Dreamers of the Mathlanni. The most potent of all the Singers are called the Spiritsingers, due to their ability to tap into the World Spirit itself and call upon the spirits of their ancestors for guidance.

*Similar to the Infinity Circuit, the World Spirit is a sort of psychic grid which protects the souls of the Exodites lost in battle who wore Spirit Stones, which are identical in function to the Soul Stones of the Asuryani. The World Spirit is connected through a system of ley lines and crystal pylons, which also helps to power the Webway system which helps to connect the Maiden Worlds. The Webway is accessed through a number of portals found throughout the planet, the largest of which can be located in the palace of the Dragon King.

*The average Exodite is similar in height and width to other groups of their species; however, working the fields of crops and fighting for their survival on a near regular basis has lead to the Exodites having far more muscle than their Asuryani and Drukhari counterparts. This increased muscle mass has lead to the Exodites becoming the most physically powerful of all the Aeldari. Despite this, the average Exodite is also extremely humble, an almost unheard of trait considering their cousins. While the younger generations, typically the newest members of the Dragon Knights, do display the sort of arrogance commonly associated with the Aeldari, these are tempered by an understanding that only through the trinity of Isha, Kurnous, and Estrueth that they were able to survive the fall of their cousins.

*While the Exodites rarely mettle in matters outside of their own, on some occasions they will strike deals that will work to their benefit. For example, at some point during the Age of Strife, the people of Catachan were being overrun by Warp Predators and invaders from other worlds, and would have been annihilated... were it not for the intervention of King Danai Ka’Antha and the kingdom of Talsyn. When the invaders were driven off, King Ka’Antha struck a deal with the leader of the survivors, a man known only by the name of Straken. If the humans of Catachan protect the people of Talsyn from any who would attempt to enter their lands, the Kindreds of Talsyn will come to their aid should the settlements of Catachan be threatened. This agreement sparked an everlasting bond, and lasts to this day, even with Catachan being absorbed by the Imperium of Man, and the people of Catachan going on to form the Jungle Fighters.

*The Military of the Ishari is similar to the Knights of Ancient Terran history, from even before the Dark Age of Technology. The Core of their forces are the Dragon Knights. As all the Exodites are psychically attuned to the beasts of the Maiden Worlds, nearly every single family has at least one Dragon or other beast of burden, some form of armor that is passed down from generation to generation, and a lance of some kind. These lances range from simple Shock Lances, which deliver an electric pulse which shuts down a target’s nervous system; Laser Lances, which fire a burst of light that can pierce tougher foes; Storm Lances, which are used to shutdown vehicles and other machines via EMPs; and the Drake Lance, which fire a burst of energy similar to fusion gun or a melta gun.

*When the Dragon King or other high-ranking Noble takes the field of battle, they are accompanied by the Noble Knights, which contain the greatest and most experience Dragon Knights of each individual Kindred. If a Dragon Knight has lost their Dragon, all their brothers and sisters can tell they have been truly hurt. The pain of this loss drives these warriors to become Sundered Knights, wielding two Poisoned Blades and striking against the enemy with all their fury and wrath, seeking redemption through honorable sacrifice.

*The Herdkeepers are groups of exodites that are extremely skilled in the art of herding the beasts and predators of the Maiden Worlds through their psychic connection. They are often relied upon for this bond they share with the creatures of their worlds, herding Raptors, Drakes of both Lesser and Great variety, Sailbacks, Trichedons, Pterasaurs, and even the massive Carnosaurs and Megadons into the enemy. The greatest amongst these Herdkeepers are called the Herdmasters, and are often sought out by the Dragon King.

-Raptors are smaller, reptilian creatures whose main advantage is their numbers and speed. The Sailbacks can breath a highly corrosive acid which can melt even Terminator Armor. Drakes are flying creatures resembling Dragons of Old Terran Myth, which breath an extremely hot flame-like substance which burns through ceramite plate. Megadons are used like Mobile fortressess, with their massive gait and humongous size making an excellent gun platform. Trichedons, Pterasaurs and Carnosaurs resemble creatures used by the Slaan and their Dracon servants, and as a result the Ishari are often attacked by these forces.

*The Singers are not simply advisors either. From the Spiritsingers using their psyker power to call upon the power of the World Spirits, to the Worldsingers turned the very forest against their invading foe, the Bloodsingers causing the very savage nature of the Exodites to come in full force, and the Shadowsingers who are masters of Illusion and Deception, the Singers are more than capable of holding their own on the battlefield and are often the lynchpin in turning the tide of battle in favor of the Exodites.

*The Gate Wardens are a group that is not bound by the borders of Kindreds, for their task is to be the first line of defense against foes who would use the Webway to attack the Maiden Worlds. Armed with a Wraithbow, which can use different types of Wraithwood Arrows, and a hunting blade, their tools are stealth and cunning, as well as the knowledge of their surroundings. These units are supplemented by the Rangers, who come from the Craftworlds in order to find a simpler existence.

*The Eternal Guard are those members of the Exodites who were once Sundered Knights, but have regained their honor be performing a feat of heroism. Given a Wraithwood Shield and a Wraithwood Spear, they can form an unbreakable shield wall, and serve as the last line of defense against an invading force. There are also the common Exodite Warrior Band, who are armed with

*The Knight-Constructs of the Exodites are large, gigantic War Machines which form the largest possible constructs to be used by the Warhosts of the Ishari. While similar in appearance to the Wraith Constructs of the Asuryani, the Knight Constructs are actually piloted by a crew of 2-5 living Ishari. These Knight Constructs come in three different classes.

-The Most common form of the Knight Constructs in the Fire Gale, which is smallest Knight Construct, only slightly smaller than a Wraithknight, and is commonly armed with an Inferno Lance, Deathshroud Cannon or Suncannon and a Knightsblade, as well as a number of self-defense weapons such as Missile Pods, Bright Lances, Scatter Lasers, Shuriken Cannons and Starcannons.

-The next Knight Construct in terms of size is the Bright Stallion, which is similar in height to a Revenant Titan. The Bright Stallion is unusual because it possesses 4 legs, which it uses to increase its speed and momentum. This class is entirely melee focused, armed with a Knightslance, which behaves like a Pulsar, but is also able to be used in melee, and a Scattershield. It can replace its Scattershield with a Pulsar or a Sonic Lance, and is also armed with a Cloudburst Missile Launcher.

-The last (known) class of Knight Construct is the Towering Destroyer, which stands a full head above a Phantom Titan. It is unique for it possesses four arms, commonly armed with Ranged Weaponry, such as D-Impalers, Twin Pulsars, D-Bombards, Dire Pulsars, and Novablasters. For Melee, it uses its massive Fists in order to rip limbs off of enemy Titans and throw them at other . Its humongous size means that even walking will send shockwaves throughout the world, and it is only brought out when times are truly desperate.. or when the Wild Hunt Begins.

The Wild Hunt. A time of grand celebration, war, and bloodshed as the rebirth of the Orion, the Avatar of Kurnous, awakens. Every 100 years, the Orion, chosen from the most worthy of the Dragon Kings and armed with the ancient Wraithbow know as the Hawk’s Talon and the sacred Wraithwood Spear known as the Spear of Kurnous, gathers the Ishari in a grand ritual to revive the Avatar of Isha, known as the Ariel, who will create a new Cloak of Isha to protect him from those who would seek to disrupt the Wild Hunt. Then when this task is finished, the Orion and his gathered forces will retrieve the Horn of the Wild Hunt, and when this is done, the Orion will sound the Horn, which will be heard all across the galaxy and the Warp, signaling that the Wild Hunt has truly begun.

What exactly transpires during the Wild Hunt is unclear, as any attempt to research or study the Ishari is foiled by the Avatar of Isha, the Ariel who is somehow able to shroud the Exodites in a mystical veil, which not even the Great Farseer Eldrad Ulthuan or the Primarch Magnus the Red can piece. Some Ordo Xenos Inquisitors have theorized that it is similar to the Black Crusades, in that there is a list of objectives that are completed with the utmost haste, and when those is done, the Orion returns to his slumber, and the Ariel returns her power to Isha; others have guessed that there is a far more sinister purpose to the Wild Hunt, as whenever the Exodites pass through any inhabited worlds, there is almost always nothing left but corpses and ruined structures; however, there is a pattern of them not attempting to strike worlds with a significant human presence.

Whatever purpose the Wild Hunt serves, the Imperium gives this warning to all Imperial Citizens: “If you see a large, green, cloven-hoofed, antlered being wielding a Bow and a Spear leading a force of Eldar riding what appear to be bipedal grox, make for the nearest starport... if there is no starport near your location, then take comfort in knowing that your death will be relatively quick.”

AUTHOR’S NOTES:

*Well... this took a super long time to get done. I’m actually kind of impressed with how much of this i was able to adapt from what little canon sources there were on the Exodites. Most of this comes from a 7th Edition fancodex for the exodites, plus

*Anyway, as always, let me know what you guys think of this! Any critiques? Any criticisms? anything you guys want me to improve on? anything in particular you guys liked?

@kaijuslayer @avalu40k @xenosgirl

SOURCES:

https://www.scribd.com/doc/259692346/Codex-Eldar-Exodites-for-Warhammer-40-000-7th-Edition

the 8th Wood Elves Army Book.

#Abbadonian Heresy AU #exodites #Exodite Eldar #eldar #warhammer #warhammer 40k #warhammer 40000

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sundrenched-smilez · 7 years

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odd numbers for the lesbian asks! (if it's too many just do every 4th one maybe?)

1. Femme or butch?

for type, im vry easily wooed by butches tbh

as for myself, im genderfluid + heavily lean towards butch-ish for one gender + have been gettin more comf w that term for myself. the 3 genders i switch between, ive described as sharp, dainty and tired, for reason of not really being comf w gender labels aside from nonbinary. sharp/tired r kinda butchish, moreso sharp. like leather jackets, ripped jeans, dress pants/shirts, defs flannels (which r a given for any mood im in tbh) while tired is like mb softer, more focused on flannels + loose tank tops/shirts, shorts + certain skirts, comfy clothes, and the like

ive found that i’m leaning more towards butch lately too, like i’ve been a lot more comfortable with pants and a nice top than i have w dresses or most skirts + im wondering if i was just hanging on to femininity for sake of society, so those r things 2 think abt. i still feel comf in them sometimes, but it’s getting much less often. gender’s weird, i still cant cling to one bc of how pressuring that is so genderfluidity is still smth for me + it shifting to different percentages is okay (im thinking out loud @ this point, but its helping so i hope its interesting to read)

3. Plaid button-ups or leather jackets?

both, but primarily flannels/plaid buttion-ups

5. Describe your aesthetic

aaahh theres a lot of diff aesthetics i could go into, but i have a tag if ur interested in a visual representation? basically, cosy homes, forests, wooden steps and bridges, cats, girls/nbs, water, plants, and old video game stuff, and clouds/skies. i’m sure there’s more in there, but for a good rule of thumb !! as for like dressing aesthetic, i like to look rly gay + attractive and a lil showy? like my shorts r Short and i love crop tops + a lot of my shirts show my bra thru them, + i like showing it when i can, like sports bra + a tank top is a fav look of mine bc i can make it look like my bra is a trim on the shirt + it’s cute. i’ve been wearing dresses less often, but occasionally, i like to rock one. id love a pair of combat boots but i have like size 11/12 feet + most stores dont carry that size + im hesitant to buy some online.

7. Favorite pair of shoes?

its rly hard to find any, i have like walmart converse knockoffs atm + theyre a beige/grey color im not that huge on, it kinda reminds me of sandalwood but depressed

9. Any haircut goals for the future?

there was the undercut!! and i have that down now c: next step is to dye it blue and mb some purple. i wanna bleach it if i’m gonna dye it, but im hesitant to do that bc of how damaging it is, but since my hair’s been cut a cpl time almost all the color is out now, so i think itll b ok if i take good care of it.

11. Describe the worst date you’ve been on

i went to a cafe w someone (i think they were nb but i cant remember, it was like 2 yrs ago about ) and they were impossible to talk to bc they just kept saying “im awkward sorry” @ everything and like any conversations i tried to maintain were all one-shot responses, and like that was a lil frustrating. like i dont hold it against them or anything, more in a sense of i was rly tryin 2 carry it and just couldnt

13. If taken, talk about your girlfriend/wife!

whooh i wish i was taken, i need affection + to b cute w someone

15. Describe your dream wedding

hmmmm i havent thought much about it !! i know when i was younger i wanted to wear a black wedding dress but now im thinkin mb a suit that switches to dress @ the bottom?? that could b cool. I’d be happy w anything tbh, if im getting married, i’d just b happy to be w my wife/spouse. mb somewhere in a forest or on a boat would b cool, defs lots of good food and colorful flowers. I’d like a lot of color, most weddings ive been to are just b/w and bland for my taste (they’ve also all been straight tho so theres that.) it’s kind of wild to think that i might b married someday, but it’d b rly nice. i just haven’t thought much abt the planning of one. it’d b rly gay tho, probs give out tiny gay flags at each seat, and the cake could b lesbian flag colors. im rly drawing a blank on this, but i know id want all my friends around the country + world to be there.

17. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live?

i definitely want to live in a port town at some point !! idk where i’d like to settle down, ideally somewhere that doesnt get much hotter than 90 degrees + has lots of parks + is big enough for some events, like pride stuff, little festivals, a farmer’s market, and places to do things, such as a movie theater, bowling alley, mb an aquarium, if not one in a nearby town. hiking trails r also good.

19. Favorite lesbian novel/story?

on a sunbeam!!! its a huge inspiration for me, and i love it so much. it always puts me in such a good mindset when i read it, and the artist is my age, so it makes me feel like I can also accomplish great things if i rly put my heart into it!! which is such a good feeling, and it has great representation + characters that i love, and its rly gay, and in space and theres ships shaped like fish + its gorgeous : D i could go on for hrs abt it + how important it is to me. theres an nb character too, and like the aspect of found families is one that rly hits home and it helped me get thru a rough time of my life + better accept myself as queer/gay.

21. Favorite lesbian musician?

adult mom (tho i think they’re bi but still gay), or hayley kiyoko

23. Ever been assumed to be nothing more than a gal pal?

i think so, but i can’t place when, it’s been a bit.

25. Be positive! What do you like most about being a lesbian?

talking abt being gay w other girls/nbs is lovely and cathartic, i never got to growing up bc i lived in a homophobic town + i was like dealing heavily with internalized homophobia and body/gender dysphoria so i was ace for a bit. talking more abt like sexual attraction + aesthetic attraction is new to me, and that’s been a process to get to, but it’s nice that I can now do so w/o being belittled or barraged by insult. i also just love the thought of being w someone, and daydreaming abt when that happens is really nice. also,, girls + nbs r a blessing and brighten my day and im so glad im attracted 2 them

27. Turn ons?

absolutely communication, that’s a need. i had a bad experience w someone bc she wasn’t communicative at all, and failed to tell me that we weren’t dating despite us going on several dates + kissing??? like i wont go too into it, but hatchi matchi it was a mess. so yeah, communication, affection, and like reassurance that they actually want to be with me, and that my presence is wanted and enjoyed. I got a lot of “i dont care”s for answers last sort-of relationship, and that was rly discouraging. another turn on is for them to initiate talking and things, like holding hands or planning to hang out + such. consent is another big one.

29. Do you usually ask other women out or do you wait for them to ask you?

i usually tend to ask them out, but im still dealing w internalized junk, so its difficult. i also havent any situations in which they liked me back, which is frustrating. like i got lead on earlier summer for abt a month until i asked what we were doing + didnt rly get an answer, and it was this whole mess. i generally try to make the first move tho, bc i know firsthand how difficult it is, but that being said, it’s still hard for me to know for sure if theyre interested + i dont wanna make things uncomf w them, so i’ll wait until i think there might b attraction. that being said, once that’s all out of the way, i like to consider myself a good flirt when im trying.

31. Talk about your interests or hobbies!

i have lots of interests!! im obsessed w steven universe, its my fav show (and if u ever have time, we should totally watch it together sometime, i rly think you’d love it, it’s super gay + heartwarming.) i really love playing music and learning new songs, which im rly great at memorizing. talking to friends + gettin 2 know them better is always nice and fun. i like to draw new things + see the different ways ppl draw, so seeing art on here is always fun for me. i’m also rly into polygon videos (it’s a youtube channel, not like videos abt polygon haha) and this podcast called the adventure zone. season one just ended, so i might start listening to another one called friends at the table. i rly wanna start a podcast w someone, but can never find anyone to start it with. idk what I’d talk abt but if i could find a partner for it, i think it’d be a lot of fun. mb smth abt games or books/queer representation in media. doing a dnd podcast would also b rly fun, but a lot of work + editing so mb later down the road !! im blanking on other interests atm, but animations and cartoons r lovely and i aim to make something in that field one day, if not just a comic.

my hobbies r mostlyyyy drawing, dnd things now every thursday, hanging w my friends, playing video games, sometimes writing (i rly wanna start a comic, and im tryin to get my butt into gear on it), goin to parks, listening to music, and goin 2 events w roe + cesar, two of my friends. sometimes ill play music!! i need to get more than the keyboard i’m lending, but i love performing. ill also watch leg birds on youtube, theyre a lesbian couple that plays gams + theyre rly sweet.

33. Do you love easily or does it take time for you to warm up to someone?

its easy for me to love friends, doesnt usu take me more than a few months of knowing them if were talking a lot. as for falling in love, that takes me a lot longer. ive never rly been in love w someone. i thought i was once, but rly it was just my first gay experience w someone and i wanted it to be perfect so i projected a lot of things + made it better than it seemed to myself for the duration of it, which wasn’t healthy, so i wanna avoid doing that again, + take things slower next time. or at least for what they are.

35. Ever fallen for a straight girl?

a few times, they were just crushes tho, so it wasnt too too bad

37. Favorite comfort food?

hot cocoa or tea. as for food food, i dont think i have one. mb french toast or cinnamon rolls.

39. Vegetarian? Vegan? None of the above?

i used to be a vegetarian!! for like a yr, but it was difficult for me to eat and feel full, and i was pretty underweight, so i stopped.

41. Early-riser or night-owl?

both, i tend to stay up, but getting up early can be nice if i dont have to do anything. like just gently waking + making some tea and a nice breakfast + sittin around for a bit.

43. What is your Myers-Briggs type?

enfp-a

45. At what age did you know you were a lesbian?

i think like 16-17? it took me a bit to get words for identity, like lesbian/nonbinary and the like, but i always knew, like id call myself an individual as opposed to gendered terms that i was referred to, and always felt rly yucky w deadname + the wrong pronouns

47. Are you crushing on anyone at the moment (celebrity or otherwise)?

ive got one crush atm !! and another person who seems nice, but i wanna hang out w before like thinking abt a crush (im poly, which perhaps goes w/o saying, but i always like to state it when talking abt these things, jic )

49. Talk about your dreams/aspirations for the future

i’d like a partner or two, to get some bongos- i got to play some a couple weeks ago, and it was the most fun i’ve had playing anything!! having smth with an instant response that i could make up rhythms with was really rewarding and so much fun. i know i want a cat at some point, to go on cute dates + cuddle and kiss a lot w someone, to visit my friends in other places, dye my hair, get a better job, to travel a bit, make a comic, go to college for animation and storyboarding, mb go to camp at some point, and I’d like to make some more friends here, i’m already making some, which i’m super happy about, but it’s always nice meeting new ppl

thank u for asking!! this was relaxing + fun, and a lot of the topics were cathartic to talk about, and i needed it. so thanks for listening too kinda

also im queen of commas, i’ve discovered while typing this

#msg in a bottle #cass charts #idk what i want my ask tag to be

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jesusvasser · 7 years

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First Drive: 2018 Jeep Wrangler Rubicon

MOUNT PROSPECT, South Island, New Zealand — We’re well above 5,000 feet, the sky a wash of cobalt blue and El Greco’s clouds as the helicopter banks hard toward a gray summit amid the endless range of snow-dappled peaks. Closing in, our pilot slows to a hover, gingerly easing down to a “landing site” that looks more like a minefield. The uneven ground is littered with jagged rocks, tufts of slippery grass, and bus-sized boulders—with sheer drop-offs on every side. “You’d never get up here without a whirlybird,” I think to myself as the skids finally touch down, “unless maybe you’re a mountain goat.”

It’s then that I notice four new 2018 Jeep Wrangler Rubicons parked on tall rocks nearby, a band of brothers in silhouette, their military-inspired profiles as unmistakable today as an original Jeep was back in World War II. Mountain goats, all right—just made in metal.

On the drive in New Zealand, St. Antoine enjoyed lots of “Jeep swimming.”

A decade ago in Zambia, Africa, I was among the first to drive the then-new JK-platform Wrangler. Being a former owner of the previous model, the much-loved TJ, the JK was something of a shock: taller, dramatically wider with a new V-6 replacing the time-tested PowerTech inline-six, and a huge new four-door Unlimited version joining the lineup. Compared to my trim, nimble two-door TJ, the Unlimited JK looked like a battleship. It seemed so … big. Unwieldy, even. Could this giant even squeeze through the narrow Death Valley trails I’d so easily traversed in my TJ?

I needn’t have worried. Despite some knocks from purists (who will always knock any change to the Wrangler), the JK proved a hit. Whereas the TJ sold roughly 80,000 units Stateside in 2006, by 2017 Jeep regularly sold about 200,000 JKs a year.

Now comes the Jeep I first glimpsed high up on that New Zealand mountaintop, the all-new, 2018 JL edition. As always, Jeep engineers and stylists unveiled their new baby with a mixture of pride and nerves. After all, the Jeep faithful are an unforgiving lot. To them, any modifications to the battle-tested Wrangler formula are as contemptuous as adding Alfred E. Neuman’s face to Mount Rushmore. (We’re looking at you, square-headlight 1987 YJ.) The cry is always, “Don’t eff it up by changin’ it!” And in the JL’s case, there are a lot of changes. But put those pitchforks down. I’m one of the Wrangler faithful myself, and after driving the new JL through some of New Zealand’s most spectacular wilds—the same mountainous, river-crossed landscapes that served as the backdrop for “The Lord of the Rings” movies and the forthcoming “Mission: Impossible 6”—I’m here to tell you: The JL is a sublime piece of work, an upgrade over the JK in almost every way.

Although Jeep had only top-range Rubicon models on hand for our New Zealand drives, the two-door JL will be available in Sport, Sport S, and Rubicon trims, and the new four-door Unlimited will be available in those three versions plus a new Sahara edition.

The JL has grown compared with its predecessor, but importantly, it doesn’t feel bigger. Wheelbase has increased 1.4 inches on the two-door and 2.4 inches on the four-door, and overall length has grown 2.5 and 3.5 inches, respectively. Overall height is up an inch, and width is essentially unchanged. The truly important stats, though, are these: Approach, breakover, and departure angles on the Rubicon are all significantly improved, and ground clearance is up almost an inch (the Rubicon now rides on standard 33-inch BF Goodrich KO2 all-terrain tires on 17-inch wheels). Water fording is doable up to 30 inches, and the JL can tow as much as 3,500 pounds (when properly configured).

Those are the numbers. Here’s the big picture: The new JL is the best-looking Wrangler in years. “Like you, I’m a big fan of the TJ and the old CJ,” says Mark Allen, head of Jeep Design and the owner of a comprehensively modified TJ. “See the JL’s keystone-shaped grille … and the way the outboard slats wrap around the headlights? That’s pure CJ. Also, while everybody else seems to be raising beltlines, I lowered the JL’s. So every piece of glass is larger. Better visibility.”

Allen then leads me around to the side and points to the roll cage. “The sport bars are now welded to the body and painted in body color,” he says. “Because of some big focus group? Nope. I just like the way it looks.” He also points out a new header bar between the A-pillars, which allows the windshield to fold down while keeping the rearview mirror in place. Wrangler chief engineer Brian Leyes then jumps in: “And the body doesn’t just look good. Overall aero is improved by 9 percent.”

The big roof panel in the new zipperless soft top is fitted to a folding frame that can be lowered with one hand or removed entirely.

The JL sheds more than 100 pounds over the JK, thanks to aluminum in the doors, hood—the Rubicon gets a vented “power hood”—fenders, and windshield frame plus a magnesium-cast rear swing gate. New, high-mounted trapezoidal fender flares allow the Rubicon to accept up to 35-inch tires with no modifications. Daytime running lights encircle the headlamps; Jeep calls it a halo effect. On the Rubicon, you can opt for LED headlights, square taillights, and foglamps. Turn signals are mounted atop the front of the fender flares. The doors now feature the proper Torx bit tool size stamped right into the hinges—making removing and reattaching them a no-brainer. A new half-door will be available sometime in 2019.

Up top, the available three-piece Freedom hard top has been improved with lighter panels and easier-to-use latches. A body-color hard top is optional on the Rubicon (and the Sahara). The optional convertible soft top is now zipper-free. Instead, the rear plastic windows simply slip out of channels they snap into, and then the big roof panel can be easily flipped back and down with a single hand. Brilliant. Finally, later in 2018 Jeep will offer an optional Sky One-Touch power top with a central canvas panel that retracts fully at the touch of a button. None of the Jeeps on hand had the Sky roof, but I predict it will be a hit.

The JL’s cabin is thoroughly updated to meet the demands of the “always connected” 21st century: Apple CarPlay, Android Auto, abundant USB ports, navigation, and SiriusXM with traffic. The fourth-gen Uconnect system even offers an optional 4G Wi-Fi hot spot so you can surf websites right from your camp table. The attractive space also includes a dash painted to match the seat stitching, available keyless entry and standard push-button start, and the ability to call up a whole bunch of vehicle info (such as pitch and roll) on the display screen. A new optional 8.4-inch hi-res touchscreen with pinch and zoom is the largest ever offered on a Wrangler. And, yes, it’s been “mist tested” to endure at least a nonmonsoon amount of rain and keep right on displaying. (As always, the interior can be hosed out and drained via plugs in the floor.)

Jeep will offer two engines at launch: the same 3.6-liter DOHC V-6 found in the JK (now with engine stop-start) and a new 2.0-liter turbo four. The V-6 comes standard with an all-new six-speed manual shifter, with a new optional eight-speed automatic (standard on the turbo four). Coming in 2019 is the engine Jeep enthusiasts have long clamored for: a 3.0-liter EcoDiesel V-6 making 260 horsepower and—start drooling—442 lb-ft of torque. The diesel will include engine stop-start and be available only with the eight-speed auto. Can’t wait.

In New Zealand I first got to sample a manual V-6 JL Unlimited. It’s a happy combo, the 285-horsepower six revving smartly amid the transmission’s well-spaced gears. That said, having owned a manual TJ—the optional automatic for my ’97 was a three-speed—I’m not sure I’d go manual today. As I discovered when trying one later, the eight-speed automatic is just so sweet. With more ratios, it seems always to be in the right gear. It’s smooth and smart, shifting well on its own. And on one really challenging boulder climb (in the rain!), we effortlessly surmounted a course that would’ve been 10 times more difficult with a clutch pedal.

The big news underhood is the new 16-valve, direct-injection, twin-scroll turbo four. It makes less power (270 horses) than the V-6 but considerably more torque (295 lb-ft at just 3,000 rpm). It’s also uncannily quiet (I once walked right past it and didn’t even realize it was running) and well-mannered. Like the V-6, the turbo completed the rock climb without breaking a sweat. And on some limited highway sections (most were off-road), it was subdued, pulling well from low revs, never strained. Frankly, I didn’t expect to like it as much as I did. It’ll be interesting to sample one back in the “real world.”

This new JL is a slam dunk. It’s more comfortable on-road, more capable off-road, safer, easier to configure, better-looking, better-performing, and more fuel-efficient.

On-road, some suspension changes, including retuned springs, contribute to a solid, confident feel I never experienced in my TJ. Body roll is minimal, and the ride is controlled without being unduly harsh. I didn’t get an opportunity to try the two-door on pavement, but off-road it handled rough terrain with none of the “pogo bucking” of older, shorter-wheelbase Jeeps. It was, in fact, completely comfortable. (And, I must say, the two-door really looks fantastic.) The turning circle is improved on the JL, enabling it to snake through tight mountain bends that the JKs along with us could only manage by stopping, backing up, and re-turning into the corner.

The beautiful new cockpit includes a dash painted to match the seat stitching, the ability to call up info such as pitch and roll on the display screens, electronic diff locks (the red square at lower center), and a sizable new touchscreen.

JL Rubicons are equipped with a standard Rock-Trac 4×4 system with a 4:1 4LO ratio, Tru-Lok front and rear locking differentials, Dana 44 front and rear axles, and electronic sway-bar disconnect. The new Sahara, meanwhile, will offer the Wrangler’s first-ever two-speed transfer case with full-time AWD. With the automatic, the Rubicon’s crawl ratio is an amazing 77.2:1 (even better with the manual), meaning it can creep like a sloth over just about anything in its path. The Tru-Lok diffs, easily accessed via dashboard switches, are a godsend when the terrain gets slick and muddy (as it did on our drive), while disconnecting the electronic sway bar (via a dash button) over rough roads does wonders for reducing (or even eliminating) big jostles and head toss.

This new JL is a slam dunk. It’s more comfortable on-road, more capable off-road, safer (Jeep boasts more than 75 security features), easier to configure, better-looking, better-performing, and more fuel-efficient than its predecessor—for hardly any more money. Jeep says the Rubicon two-door manual V-6 will likely start around $40,000. Expect the turbo four-door Rubicon Unlimited (available only as an eight-speed) to go for about $43,500.

The folks at Jeep have accomplished the seemingly impossible. Somehow, the new JL Wrangler manages to be more advanced and sophisticated than the JK while at the same time radiating a more classic and old-school vibe. For Jeep fans, that’s a very good thing, indeed.

2018 Jeep Wrangler Rubicon Specifications

ON SALE January 2018 PRICE $40,000 (base, est) ENGINES 2.0L DOHC 16-valve turbo I-4/270 hp @ 5,200 rpm, 295 lb-ft @ 3,000 rpm; 3.6L DOHC 24-valve V-6/285 hp @ 6,400 rpm, 260 lb-ft @ 4,800 rpm TRANSMISSIONS 6-speed manual, 8-speed automatic LAYOUT 2- or 4-door, 5-passenger, front-engine, 4WD SUV EPA MILEAGE 18/23 mpg (city/hwy) (4-door, 3.6L auto) L x W x H 166.8 (188.4) x 73.8 x 73.6 in (4-door) WHEELBASE 96.8 (118.4) in (4-door) WEIGHT 4,175-4,485 lb (4-door, 3.6L auto) 0-60 MPH 7.5 sec (est) (4-door, 3.6L auto) TOP SPEED 115 mph (est) (4-door, 3.6L auto)

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First Drive: 2018 Jeep Wrangler Rubicon

On the drive in New Zealand, St. Antoine enjoyed lots of “Jeep swimming.”

The big roof panel in the new zipperless soft top is fitted to a folding frame that can be lowered with one hand or removed entirely.

This new JL is a slam dunk. It’s more comfortable on-road, more capable off-road, safer, easier to configure, better-looking, better-performing, and more fuel-efficient.

2018 Jeep Wrangler Rubicon Specifications

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jonathanbelloblog · 7 years

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First Drive: 2018 Jeep Wrangler Rubicon

On the drive in New Zealand, St. Antoine enjoyed lots of “Jeep swimming.”

The big roof panel in the new zipperless soft top is fitted to a folding frame that can be lowered with one hand or removed entirely.

This new JL is a slam dunk. It’s more comfortable on-road, more capable off-road, safer, easier to configure, better-looking, better-performing, and more fuel-efficient.

2018 Jeep Wrangler Rubicon Specifications

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How to Travel Cambodia in a Week

Cambodia is a country that has been shrouded in turmoil and unrest for decades. The country and the Cambodian people have suffered immensely, especially during the late 20th century.

During the 1970s especially, the country and population suffered from the deadly and devastating Khmer Rouge and the Cambodian Genocide for which they were responsible. You can still see the ways the country is struggling to recover from this era today.

For all its struggles, Cambodia has prevailed in the wake of conflict and controversy. Blending ancient history with its undeveloped beauty, Cambodia is a remarkable yet inexplicable country to travel through. There is the constant feeling of never knowing what to expect, which makes visiting Cambodia that much more appealing.

The painful past has perhaps made the Cambodian people stronger. Slowly but surely, the country is moving towards a move stable political and economic scene. It’s been a roller coaster ride, but the Cambodian people have risen to the challenge each and every time.

Traveling in Cambodia

All the above (and much more) is important to understand before traveling to Cambodia. But don’t worry, if you go before you know (like I did), you’ll learn along the way. There are plenty of museums and sites dedicated to educating locals and foreigners on the country’s complicated history.

If you’ve only got one week, it’s possible to hit most of the main attractions. However, if you have the time, take it! You can explore all the smaller, lesser known places and discover what Cambodia is really all about.

Travelers walking across the Thailand-Cambodia border.

But for now, let’s start with the number one destination in Cambodia:

Siem Riep

Angkor Wat

Cambodia’s claim to fame and largest tourist attraction is undoubtedly Angkor Wat, located in the city of Siem Reap. The largest religious temple in the world represents the country’s ancient history like nothing else can.

FYI: Most people refer to the whole complex as Angkor Wat. In actuality, Angkor Wat is the name of the main temple that sits outside the gates. Angkor Thom is the proper name for the ancient city, including the site of the royal palace, that lies inside the gates.

Background

Built in the early 12th century by King Suryavarman II, Angkor Wat is a perfect example of classic Khmer-style architecture. Spanning over 400 acres, the temple complex housed roughly 100 temples as well as the royal palace and public buildings from which the Khmer dynasty ruled.

Although Cambodia is a Buddhist majority, the original monuments were built as Hindu temples and dedicated to the Hindu God, Vishnu. After the 12th century they were transformed into Buddhist temples.

Declared a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 1992, the Cambodia people are so proud of Angkor Wat that they’ve even used the temple outline for their national flag.

Getting There

Most visitors of Angkor Wat stay in the city of Siem Reap, an awesome city with a lively backpacker culture. Much of the downtown targets this demographic with rows of bars with loud music and cheap drinks. If you’re traveling solo, you’ll meet some friends in this town.

From Siem Reap you can either rent a taxi or bicycle to get to the temples. We chose to rent bicycles the night before and woke up early the next morning to peddle to Angkor for sunrise. Angkor Wat sits facing west, so it’s pretty spectacular to see the sun rising behind the massive temples.

The Grounds

The temple complex is stunning. You truly feel like you are being propelled back in time. What it took to make such a magnificent compound is incomprehensible. The details and designs are painstakingly intricate and the size is staggering. The way the trees have grown around and on top of the temples creates a genuine, old world feel.

It’s highly recommended to hire a tuk-tuk to cart you around the grounds, or rent a bike from Siem Reap. Walking around will take far too long and there’d be no way to see everything in one day. Regardless of your mode of transportation preference, two days is recommended length of time to spend here.

The highlights other than Angkor Wat include: the city of Angkor Thom, Preah Khan, Bayon, and Ta Prohm, AKA the Tomb Raider Temple, the sight where Angelina Jolie filmed scenes from her famous movie.

Phnom Penh

After soaking up a few days of temple ruins, the most common move for travelers is a 6-hour bus ride to the cultural, political, and economic center of the country.

Phnom Penh is a wild place. The atmosphere is electric, the vibe is intense, and there are very few rules. During the day, the dusty streets are buzzing with motorbikes and cars, markets spring up around every turn, and locals, foreigners, and ex-pats stroll the streets.

This is also the city where I experienced my first and last fish foot massage. It is as disturbing as it sounds. Tiny flesh-eating fish swarming my feet in a small pool of water and nibbling at the dry skin around my heels was not really my cup of tea. Thankfully the fish massage purchase included one free beer.

In the evening, the bars start warming up, the younger crowds turn out in hoards, and yes – the red lights turn on.

There are many more worthwhile activities to partake in, however calling the next few items “attractions” doesn’t seem right due to their horrific nature. Despite the disturbing subjects of the following sites, a visit to both is strongly encouraged in order to get a better idea of what Cambodia has endured.

Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum (S-21 Prison)

The abandoned Tuol Sleng High School became the site for the Khmer Rouge’s detention and torture chambers in 1975. For four years, the atrocities that happened here were meticulously documented until 1979, when Vietnam invaded Cambodia and defeated the Khmer Regime.

Pol Pot, leader of the Khmer Rouge, was determined to have a purely communist population. Educated people like teachers, doctors, and the religious were considered enemies of the state, rounded up, and brought to this prison.

The site has since been turned into a museum, including haunting photos of many of the victims, as well as torture devices. If wandering around the grounds doesn’t give you goosebumps, then nothing will.

This is one of the most depressing and darkest pieces of Cambodian history and not for the faint of heart.

The Killing Fields of Choueng Ek

The Killing Fields is an outdoor, walkable museum that tells the horror story of the Cambodian Genocide. It’s emotional, disturbing, and 100% deserving of a visit.

The Killing Fields is the site of the execution of over 17,000 men, women, and children who were tortured at the S-21 Prison. This place doesn’t hold back in the information or the displays, some of which are truly grotesque.

There’s a touching memorial outside of the site to which anyone can contribute. Trees and bamboo stocks adorned with woven bracelets pay homage to those who lost their lives here.

Admission includes a very informative audio tour, which tells the entire story from start to finish.

Sihanoukville

After Phnom Penh, it’s time for a complete change of pace and scenery. A 5-hour bus ride southwest will land you in Sihanoukville. This is a somewhat grungy beach town overrun with ex-pats. It’s known for its all-night parties and a chilled-out vibe.

The main beach is called Serendipity. You can find plenty of cheap hostels and accommodation options near here. It’s where the $1 drinks and thumping house music can be heard literally around the clock. If this is your scene, you’ll post up here for days.

Be prepared for seemingly sweet children trying to sell their trinkets on the beach. They can get pushy. There’s also always a few locals patrolling the beach with a big basket of fruit and snacks. Sliced mango at your service!

If serenity is what you’re after, rent a scooter and check out the other beaches of Sihanoukville. Otres and Independence Beaches are good choices and don’t have the same party vibe as Serendipity.

Island Getaway

It would be a big mistake to leave Sihanoukville without escaping to Koh Rong. This island is about 2 ½ hours off shore by slow boat or 45 minutes by speed boat. Boats leave every day from Sihanoukville.

Wow. When you arrive to Monkey Beach you’ll find it hard to believe such a blissful place could exist this close to Sihanoukville. This island is breathtaking; nothing like the grubby mainland. The clearest, light blue water you’ve ever seen lap the shores of the white sand that run straight into the dark green jungle. It’s simply paradise.

Many foreigners must feel the same way, because ex-pats essentially run this whole island. From the hostels to the bars, this place is a smorgasbord of nationalities with a common story: left home to travel the world, discovered Koh Rong, and never looked back.

Several bungalows, small bars, and seafood BBQ restaurants line Monkey Beach. A fish dinner at one of these toes-in-the-sand joints is a must. A plate of grilled barracuda with two sides costs just $5.

There are no roads on Koh Rong. If you want to get from point A to point B, you do it the old-fashioned way. I highly recommended exploring this island. It’s refreshing to see that so much of it is still in its’ natural state.

The jungle is thick, and there is literally no development at all in the middle of the island. For all its beauty, Koh Rong is a very untouched place. Unfortunately, the construction seen on Monkey Beach suggestions a more developed future on the horizon.

If you think Monkey Beach is something special, just wait until you see the other side of the island. The 7km stretch of white sand known as Long Beach is a Utopia. It’s true you need to trek over an hour through the dense jungle on haphazardly mark trails, but it is SO worth it.

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Cambodia is a difficult country to describe. It’s dark and dirty and at the same time it’s beautiful and pristine. It has a somber and serious history and simultaneously has some of the best nightlife in Southeast Asia.

Visiting Cambodia for a week will only scratch the surface. You’ll likely feel that you’re leaving without discovering all its secrets, and you probably are. Cambodia doesn’t disclose everything in one go. That’s why you’ll need to return, and after a week here, I’m sure you’ll want to!

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