#7.4 stream

[tiredassmage]

in fucking tears laughing about SHOW THE KEYART, SHOW THE KEYART!!!!!!!!

anyway, SO.

[greyias]

Key art for 7.4 looks sick!

there's my little Mando baby boy, hanging out in the background.

[shimo-shenanigans]

Going live with SWTOR 7.4 in just a little bit! Your regularly scheduled Agent Shenanigans will return next week with Alderaan! Tonight you get my Terrible Gremlin Inquisitor. :) https://www.twitch.tv/shimo_ryu

[scoonsalicious]

7.4 Bucky*

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lily McIntyre, trainer for new SHIELD recruits at the Avengers Tower, has been in love with her best friend, Bucky Barnes, from the moment she met him. She's been content with her role of the #1 girl in Bucky's life, even if it means she has to sabotage a romantic relationship or two. It'll be worth it when he realizes that they're meant for each other, right? There's just one small problem: Lily McIntire never expected Bucky Barnes to fall for You.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, Explicit Sexual Content Minors: GTFO; I don’t serve your kind here (hand stuff(f receiving))

Word Count: 1.3k

Previously On...: You got it on. In the woods.

A/N: Ugh, my beautiful long weekend is over. No more days off from work until Junteenth.

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“I’m gonna end up falling in love with you,” she had said to him, and Bucky could barely believe his ears. He made love to her again, under the stars, assuring her with every thrust, every kiss, every caress, that he felt the same. 

After he’d taken her apart once more, he’d grabbed his discarded shirt and dipped it into the stream. Wringing out the excess water, he brought the wet cloth back and used it to gently clean her folds. He’d made such a mess of her, but the sight of his seed oozing from her core was one of the most beautiful things he’d ever seen. It was all he could do to keep himself from bending down and using his fingers to push it all back inside of her, where it belonged, where he wanted it to always belong, from now on. 

But there would be time for that, later. 

For now, he helped her dress, and using the combined lights of the flashlights on their phones, they managed to collect the rest of the picnic gear and made their way out of the clearing, hand in hand, and back to the parking lot, Major leaning against his arm and occasionally letting out a contented sigh that filled Bucky’s heart.

When they reached their cars, Bucky was surprised to see Major had arrived in a pickup truck. “Not sure what kind of car I was expecting for you, sugar,” he said with a laugh, “but a pickup wasn’t it.”

With a smile, Major lovingly patted the truck’s hood. “Yeah, wasn’t my first choice, honestly, but when I  started my business, I needed something that could transport shit to The WarZone from our suppliers. It’s grown on me, though. Speaking of,” she added, her face falling a little, “I should probably head home; it’s already nine o’clock, and I have to work tomorrow.”

Bucky felt his heart sink. The last thing he wanted to do was say goodnight to her. “Spend the night at the Compound with me,” he offered again, bringing his hands to her waist. “It’s closer than your place, and I don’t want to say goodbye to you just yet.” He brushed a strand of hair away from her face and offered his most pleading puppy dog look. “I can bring you back to your truck in the morning.”

Major sighed in feigned reluctance. “I suppose I could be a little late tomorrow,” she admitted. “I think my boss will understand. I happen to know for a fact that she’s quite fond of your dick, so she might make an exception if I tell her I was out late riding it all night.”

Bucky laughed and pulled her to his chest. God, he loved the feeling of her as she wrapped her arms around him, the way she seemed to fit perfectly into the dips and curves of his body. 

“To hell with it,” he heard her mumble into his chest. “I’m gonna take the day off tomorrow.” 

Bucky pulled back and looked down at her, trying hard to stifle the grin that was threatening to spread across his face. “Are you sure, sugar?” he asked her. “I don’t want you putting your business in any kind of jeopardy because I’m trying to be a bad influence.”

Major shook her head and smiled at him. “Honestly, things over there run so smoothly now, I don’t need to be as involved as I am. I just like keeping an eye on things because, well, the business is my baby, you know?” Bucky nodded, he did understand; she’d devoted so much of her life to making it a success. “So, I can afford to take a day off here and there to spend time with you,” she said. 

Bucky grinned and pulled her in for a kiss. “Since you’re playing hooky and don’t need to worry about being home early,” he said, “how ‘bout we finally eat dinner? You’ve got to be starving.”

Major let out a low groan. “God, yes, please. Don’t get me wrong, I fully enjoyed our alternative activities, but damn, boy– you had me working up an appetite.”

“Gimme one minute,” Bucky said. He hauled the picnic basket into the back of Major’s truck and spread the blankets along the bed. He grasped Major by the hips and gently lifted her over the tailgate before hopping in, himself. He propped up some pillows against the back of the cab, and sat down against them, spreading his legs and motioning for Major to sit between them, with her back to his bare chest. He then rummaged through the basket and retrieved their forgotten sub sandwiches and lemonades. 

While they ate, Bucky pointed out constellations to Major, telling her the stories behind the figures in the night sky. He loved how much more could be seen out here than back in the city. He’d always loved space, and Major listened to him with rapt attention, asking thoughtful and poignant questions, letting him know that she was both paying close attention to everything he said, and that she admired his interest. 

“You’d make an excellent astronomer,” Major commented, after Bucky had pointed out the tiny dot that was Neptune, far off in the unfathomable distance.

“When I was a kid, that’s what I wanted to be when I grew up,” he confessed with a nostalgic smile. He’d never told anyone that before– not even Stevie. When you were a kid from Brooklyn, growing up during what would become known as The Great Depression, the idea of making a career out of looking at stars seemed so fanciful as to be almost insulting. Bucky had known there was no future in the cosmos for him, only a life of hard, manual labor, doing what he needed to do to put food on the table for his family.

Only, that never even came to fruition, either. One measly letter from Uncle Sam had ripped away all his dreams, and his reality.

“Well, it’s never too late for a career change,” Major said, her tone only half teasing. “I mean, you’re only in your early hundreds. You’ve got time.”

And now, here was Major, simultaneously both reality and dream, and when she said he could be an astronomer, she had Bucky believing it.

Once their food was finished, though, Bucky couldn’t resist sliding a hand down the waistband of Major’s jean shorts, seeking out the warmth and wetness of her folds.

“Bucky!” Major sucked in a breath as she arched her back into his chest. “Fuck!” He slid two of his flesh fingers inside of her, working them in and out at a leisurely pace with one hand, while his vibranium hand pointed out the stars of one of the smallest constellations, Delphinius.

“That’s the Dolphin,” Bucky told her as she grasped onto his forearm to support herself. “The stars aren’t very bright, but the myth is that Poseidon– doll, how can you pay attention if you keep squirming like that?” He knew she couldn’t see him, so he had no need to hide the mischievous smirk that covered his face.

“Bucky,” Major whined, and god, how Bucky loved the sound of it. He brought his lips to the crux of her neck and shoulder.

“I’m trying to teach you about the stars, doll, and your mind’s completely elsewhere,” he teased. He brought his vibranium arm down to join his flesh hand, and used it to work her clit, until Major was a crying, shaking mess in his arms.

“I’ve got you, sweet girl,” he assured her as she came down from her high. He made sure to hold her close to him, loving how her whole body shook with the aftershocks of her pleasure. Pleasure that he had coaxed from her. 

“You are a bad boy, Bucky Barnes,” Major said with a laugh once she’d found her voice again. “And you definitely do not play fair.”

“If you think I’m bad now,” he offered with a grin as he kissed the top of her head, “just wait until you see how bad I’m going to be when I get you back to the Compound.”

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[targaryenrealnessdarling]

A Perfect Score - Chapter 6 - Winter is Coming | FigureSkating!AU

Summary: Things are uncertain after your night with Aemond, and a conversation from someone keeping secrets doesn't help. You go into the semi-finals with Cregan and Sara | Word Count: 7.4~ | Warnings under the cut~

Series Masterlist | Links to my Taglists: General Taglist | Aemond Targaryen Taglist

Warnings: mentions of grooming behaviour, toxic masculinity, jealous!aemond, swearing, degradation, heaps of sexual tension, aemond being a sexual menace, a lot of dirty talk, p in v unprotected sex, fingering, creampie

A/N: yeah so I thought it'd be the shortest chapter but PSYCH! ksksksks, this one felt nasty to write can't lie

Comments, reblogs & likes are always appreciated in this household. I love u 😚

Sleeping in the same room after that felt like trying to sleep in a place you knew was haunted.

You lay in the double bed, Aemond on the tiny sofa on the other side of the room, his forearm draped over his face in his sweatpants and a black shirt. You fisted the bedsheets that were hiked up to your neck, tugging them higher like any part of you was on show.

You felt you couldn't relax. Trying to sleep in the same spot Aemond had fucked you into not a few hours earlier, trying to will the feeling of him inside you away.

It was impossible.

So when your phone's alarm hit 04:30, you were somewhat relieved that you hit it quickly, not disturbing Aemond while he slept.

You did quickly look over to check though, your gaze lingering on his sleeping form for a moment, remembering the way his hands grabbed at your skin, and the way his hips had rocked near-desperately against your own.

It was maddening to be in the same room with him after that.

Afterwards, you'd parted and Aemond had pulled his dress pants back on, and looked down at you with confusion and concern. You'd met it. Feeling doubt creeping into your bones.

In the silence that had followed your tryst last night, adrenaline and dread going through your veins, you'd shot off a message to El.

'I fucked up, I fucked up, I fucked up' was all the message said.

Thus, your lock screen was littered with her replies.

You knew you'd have to talk about it. This is what you thought about when you were in the bathroom, door locked and standing naked underneath the steady stream of water.

His marks were all over you, luckily most in places you could hide, but some weren't. And when you touched them, a pleasured pain bloomed to the surface, throwing you right back into being anchored underneath him, in his hands, trembling as you orgasmed harder than you ever had before.

You traced the purple bruises shaped like his thumbs at your hips, remembering how they'd pressed in. Leversge for how recklessly he'd fucked you.

Towel wrapped around you, you curse, realising you'd forgotten to bring in underwear. It's 5am, surely Aemond won't be awake yet.

But this fact was a hopeful one, and you stepped out to be greeted by Aemond, who was pulling on a pair of shoes on the end of the bed, all dressed in his sportswear and ready for training.

His head snaps to you, a brief flush colouring his pale face as he takes you in.

He's seen more than what the towel reveals now.

Much more.

You shrink under his gaze, heat flowing into the skin of your cheeks, just like his. Feeling so utterly on show, the tension thick.

It needed to be confronted.

But when.

You cave first, looking at the floor, "Sorry…thought you might still be asleep"

He visibly swallows, shaking his head, "'s fine" he murmurs, still sleepily jumbling his words.

You expect Aemond to get his shoes on, as fast as he can and leave, without another word. Without explanation.

That's the kind of Aemond you expected.

But he just sits there, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, one leg bouncing nervously. He so wants to say something. But every time he opens his mouth he shuts it again.

"I'm going to get breakfast" Aemond says, pushing himself to stand, leaving the hotel room without another word. The silence that follows after feels like a gaping hole is left behind.

It's too early for breakfast, you thought.

He just wants to get away from me.

He didn't even look at you, when he'd said it.

Did he regret it?

For some reason it makes your skin bloom in both embarrassment and also rejection. Like when you desoertaeky want to cry but know you can't.

Dressing yourself is a blur, literally. The tears sit in your eyes but never fall. You've never felt like this before. Sure you've had casual sex, some not great either. But there was something about doing this with Aemond that made you feel somewhat used.

It was not knowing what to think.

Aemond had no obligation to you. You weren't his girlfriend.

But you did have to be with him every day.

As you pull the hotel room door shut, taking a steadying breath to calm yourself, the opposite one opens wide. Sara Snow appears out of Jace's room, looking happily disheveled, a flush on her face. She had a dressing gown, stark white and belonging to the hotel, tied around her.

"Morning!" She beamed.

You couldn't even find it in yourself to smile. And embarrassment floods your face. Those tears you'd been holding back now fall down your cheeks, and only your mouth is what is muffling the quiet sob that comes out.

Sara's eyes widen, "Oh shit, um-" she ushers you inside the hotel room, which you can see is somewhat in disarray. The en-suite door is shut, the shower running.

"Don't worry, Jace is in the shower" she says, her hands comfortingly on your shoulders, "What's wrong?"

You wipe your cheeks with both hands, looking up so that the tears fall back into your head, "I fucked up, Sara…hugely" you manage.

"How, what-"

The en-suite door opens and Jace barely walks out, towel around his waist until his big brown eyes see you, "Seven fucking hells, Sara! Maybe a warning next time!"

She hurriedly pushes him back inside, shoving his phone into his hands, "Be a good little iPad kid and go in there and don't come out!" She urges, slamming the door.

You'd laugh if you weren't so upset. And Sara takes your hands, sitting you down on the bed.

"Sorry, I shouldn't be doing this, we're competing tomo-"

"Don't be so dumb, it's just fucking skating" she laughs, "Now come on, tell me what's wrong"

You look at her, sniffling some tears thickly back, pressing your lips together.

"Me and Aemond…last night…" you start weakly, hoping she gets it.

She furrows her brows, "And you're crying because?...the dick was so good?"

"No! Sara.."

You don't really know how to explain. How could you?

The things Aemond had said. The things he'd done. Everything came pouring out of you, like you'd known her for years. It was like being drunk in the women's bathroom at a club, except here there was no alcohol to marr the awkwardness of the fact you were essentially strangers, and competitors.

"Right so…you're upset because you don't know what to think? And you don't know what he's thinking?" She asked.

You nod, "I've always been so sure…and he acted so weird, and the way he looked at me.." you sniff, voice still thick with tears.

Sara sighs dramatically, "was it good?"

You look at her, "what?"

"The sex. Was it good?"

Yes. Yes. Fuck yes. It was the best sex I’ve probably ever had.

Your cheeks heat up, even remembering what Aemond did to you.

‘Fuck, you’re soaked for me’

"Well, I…"

‘I want you to look at me when I make you cum’

"I mean, yeah…"

"Girl, don't deny yourself good dick" she says, "he does however, owe you a proper apology and explanation. He reeks nepo-baby"

Thank. You. At least someone else thinks so.

But she is right.

His apology wasn't really an apology. And he had a lot of explaining to do.

"Go on, go out there. Practice. Make him sweat a bit. He'll be grovelling in no time"

You scoff, "you sound so sure"

"If there's anything I'm sure about, hun, it's this" she says, raising her fingers to wipe your eyes, "Now go out there, put on your big girl pants. I believe"

There's the urge to roll your eyes, "Well if you believe…"

She laughs, urging you to the door, "Now if you'll excuse me, Jace has been sat on the shitter watching Minecraft videos for 20 mins and I'm gonna give him a blowie to say sorry"

You pull a face, "Gross, Sara"

She shrugs, blowing a kiss as she shuts the door. You don't even want to think about Sara giving him a blowie if you're honest.

Gym first. Then breakfast.

The golden routine.

By the time you'd made it to hotel breakfast it was still early for the average person, and hardly anyone was there bar a few people who looked as if they'd been up all night.

The buffet table has various things, croissants, cereals, fruits. And you had your plate stacked with food, ready to devour. It was rare you got to eat such expensive looking food, and as long as Hightower Management were paying, you’d make good use of it.

Your mood was almost preserved until you saw a familiar lurking character in your periphery.

Your face soured immediately.

"What are you skulking about for?" You ask, not even bothering to look.

Larys Strong smiles, you can see that much, and he leans against the buffet table. He's always a leaner. Probably to take the weight off his leg.

"Skating match tomorrow, I came early" he answers in that deep, meaningful way. The way in which he thinks he's the smartest person in the room.

"Hm, doesn't mean you can interrupt my breakfast though, does it?" You retort.

"I told you I had some information"

"Yes, but knowing you it's either not true or has a hefty price attached to it"

"I'm not interested in menial things like money" he says, watching you pick up a croissant and plop it on your plate.

"Why don't I quite believe that?"

"I'm interested in knocking Otto Hightower down a peg or two"

What?

You look at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Why would you want to do that"

"That pertains to the information I have" he says, "a few things you might want to know"

You can't help but roll your eyes.

"Not interested. I have better things to do like eat breakfast if you don't mind"

You hope in the short walk to a table that he leaves you alone. But he doesn't and wobbles over at half the speed. Still with a smirk plastered lob-sided on his face.

"It regards the terms of your employment" he says.

He'd said that before. At the after-party. Before Aemond tugged you away. You can still feel his hand on the small of your back even now, hot.

"And a certain, Floris Baratheon"

You look at him, "What about Floris?" You ask, unable to hide your intrigue and curiosity now.

He smiles, like he's caught a mouse between his claws, digging in just enough to make them wince, "Do you really think it was an accident?"

Your throat closes up and it’s hard to swallow, the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end.

What.

You look shocked, completely frozen by what he's said.

Surely it was an accident. Right? She landed wrong. There's no way they'd possibly have any way of knowing how she'd injure herself.

Your mind swirls with questions.

"Here's my card. Drop me an email and I'll give you the information I have. Screenshots. Text messages. Everything"

You look at the business card hard, before reluctantly taking it, your hand hovering in thin air. Still not sure entirely what to think.

"What's in this for you exactly?" You ask.

"Only the satisfaction" he grins.

He slips away like a ghost before you can say anything else, not even looking back once he’s left the front hall, limping with his cane in one hand.

Something squeezes tight about your chest as you look down at his business card, seeing his name.

What secrets could there possibly be?

Did Aemond know?

Was it even true?

What did they do to Floris?

You feel that, as every day goes by, you just end up with more questions. And the image Otto Hightower enjoys to flaunt as a great, unbeatable powerhouse, is slowly dissolving into mist.

What is he hiding?

When Arryk had told you that Aemond was already at the ice rink, you thought you shouldn't be surprised, he did want to get away from you. But when he told you he walked, having refused a ride.

That confused you the most.

He'd walked all the way to the rink? A good half an hour, at least.

Something was obviously on his mind.

You didn't want to think it was you.

You stood at the double doors for a ridiculously long time, psyching yourself up to go inside. Face him. Make him sweat.

For that entire day, you and Aemond never made eye contact, and you knew it was killing him inside not to say anything, the same as you. And as you practised the routine together, not needing to, but doing it anyway, all the lifts and spins to the music, it wasn’t really a routine, but a dance.

Dancing around what needed to be said.

A dance of building sexual tension. A line that had already been crossed, but not addressed.

But you were not going to be the one to crack.

It had to be him. Anything that came up, he’d have to speak first.

There was a shameless pride in not cracking, watching him suffer to see if you would say anything first. And he was more rigid than ever, doing all the moves he needed with a clay-mation type precision. Like he was entirely focussed on just staying alert.

On the other hand, you couldn’t stop thinking about what you had done, and the thrum of desire had barely left your body since you and Aemond spent that night together. You wondered if he felt the same at all. Wondered if beneath the tough, stony exterior he was trying to show right now, if he was hard as a fucking rock and one wrong move would set him off.

There was some excitement in that. Some power.

But you made good on your own promise, and stayed true to it.

With practice now done, you made a point of not rushing to get your stuff to go back to the hotel room, wanting to wind down before the match against Sara and Cregan tomorrow. Every slow movement you make, you’re aware he’s watching, but not giving him the satisfaction of seeing you care enough to look.

Two can play at that game.

The ice arena this time was huge.

You chalked it up to this being Winterfell, a home of winter sports, including that of figure skating. A slew of reporters were present when you got out the car with your duffel bag, mainly crowding Aemond, which he pushed through without a word, one airpod anchored in his ear.

He was still staring.

Huffing your bag into your dressing room, you don’t even spare him a glance as you brush past him to the foyer, ignoring the blossoming heat in your chest when you get a whiff of his individual cologne, mixed with the detergent of his shirt. You barely even touch him, and it sends you completely dizzy.

His gaze burns into the back of your head as you stride purposefully to the vending machines, fumbling with the coins in your palm to grab an energy drink. A last minute boost before the match in one hour.

Just as the hiss of the can sounds out in an echo, you hear him.

"Hey!"

Mid-sip, you see him, Jace.

You smile.

"Hey Jace, what's up?"

"Just wanted to come check on you before your match" he says, shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants. His long, curly dark hair is pulled back and he leans against the doorframe.

"Aw how sweet" you tease, "How was your night with Sara?"

He blushed hard when you say that, looking down at his feet, "Stop"

You laugh, “I’m only teasing. She’s nice” you smile at him, taking a sip of your drink and letting the sugar hit your senses.

Jace sighs, his cheeks still burning, “I came to see if you were okay”

Your brows furrow, and then you remember he was in the bathroom the entire time you and Sara were talking earlier, “Oh. Yeah, I’m alright”

He gives you a look like he doesn't believe you.

“Promise, Jace. I’m fine” you urge, “I can’t say what happened but I was overwhelmed that’s all”

Jace purses his lips, “Aemond still being a dick?”

You don’t mean to, but you freeze on the spot, hotness spreads through your limbs.

“Um…no, it’s…not like that”

At least that’s not entirely a lie.

Jace, bless him, still doesn’t really believe you. And he steps forward, pulling you into a friendly hug, his long arms wrapping around your shoulders judging by how much shorter you are than him.

“I’m alright, Jace, really” you reassure him.

“I know, you always are”

Just as you both pull away, you hear the fire exit door slam, Aemond is outside, a cigarette between his lips and flicking his lighter on.

Fuck.

Had he seen?

You remember what his look had been like when Cregan had hugged you the other night. What he’d done after. It makes your skin prickle just thinking about it.

Who gives a fuck if he saw, is the thought that crosses your mind.

Jace pats your arm, completely oblivious to the situation, “Good luck out there” he grins. You flash him once back, gripping the drink in your grasp, the aluminium crinkling at the intensity of it.

Getting ready is the worst bit, before a match, as it’s the lead up and the nerves that come with it that you hate the most. The outfit you’ve been given is slightly different, an off-white colour with a translucent silky skirt covering the bottom half, ever-so-slightly off shoulder with a scoop neck and little diamantes lining the hem. It glimmers in the warm light of your vanity, looking very much like the top layer of ice when it’s chipped off.

Sighing you finish your makeup, zipping up the bag with the brushes inside, bouncing your leg nervously. Not only at the prospect of performing, but doing it with him, especially with the new air between you after what happened. Your bottom lip feels sore from biting on it, trying to forget about how it felt.

And just as you’re about to go off in a trance, the door to your dressing room opening catches your attention in the mirror.

Not this again. No way.

“Aemond, what the hell are you-”

"No, sorry to interrupt, but I need to say something" Aemond says, with some urgency to his voice, pushing the door shut and locking it in one smooth motion. You turn to him properly, stomach fluttering with nerves.

Why did he lock it?

He looks so nervous. You've never seen him like this. He rubs his neck, like he's getting hot all over.

"Disregarding the other night I haven't apologised" he starts, shocking you. His gaze meets yours, and he wets his lips nervously before he has the strength to say it.

"I'm sorry"

The skin on show erupts in goosebumps.

"I'm sorry for the way I acted when you arrived. I'm sorry for what I said. And most of all I am just sorry for being such a colossal cunt towards you"

Oh.

Right.

Now that he's apologised, you don't really know what to do.

There was an apology. Time for the explanation.

You cross your arms, "Why say it then?" You ask, "if you didn't mean it?"

He looks around, shifting from foot to foot nervously, like he’s looking for an escape. You don’t know if you’ve ever seen him this nervous.

Aemond sits opposite you, his gaze anywhere but forwards and his hands clasped tightly, his knuckles turning white.

“I’ve not been alright” he says, his voice wavering somewhat, “I haven’t since-”

“Since seeing her at the after party” you finish. And your breath catches when his gaze meets yours. His features soften somewhat, half in confusion and a sense of being understood.

“Hel told you?”

You nod, mouth drawn in a line.

He scoffs, laughing with a puff of air, “Figures” he says, picking at his black clothing nervously.

You can’t help but feel sorry for him. You deliberately didn’t mention her name, in case it made him erupt in anxious nerves. But even the thought of her, just talking around her, makes him appear smaller, shoulders rolled forward again. Like a child. He’s such a big guy, it’s hard to envision, but it’s mostly the way his expression goes completely distant.

“She took advantage of you..” you say, quietly. Half a question.

Aemond nods, wringing his hands, “Yeah, she did,” he confirms.

“She told me to keep it a secret, so stupidly I did. I thought that…well-I don’t know what I thought” he admits, his voice strained somewhat as his adam’s apple bobs with every pained swallow.

“I guess I thought she loved me,” he says through a sigh.

“Turns out she just wanted my name. My connections” he scoffs, covering his pain with a half-hearted laugh, “And when that started to slip away, when Mum found out, she said she was pregnant”

“Yeah, I know about that..” you respond quietly, listening, your palms flat either side of you on the chair.

You can tell, he’s not sure whether he’s relieved you know or not.

“Even though Mum was always on my side, Otto thought it was stupid of me to get involved with her in the first place,” he continues, “he told me to confront her at the after party. Said ‘it’s what a man would do’. So I did”

There’s a pause as he collects his thoughts.

“I am getting to the point, promise” he says, and it makes you press your lips together, stifling a laugh. You’re not sure if he meant to be funny.

“I hate to fucking say it. But she made me feel…” he trails off, looking at a random corner of the room, searching for the word.

“Small?” you offer.

Aemond looks at you.

“I guess so” he nods slightly, taking a shaky breath in, “Felt like I had something to prove, but I just acted like a cunt doing it. And I know I’ve said but I didn’t mean any of it, I was just so fucking pent up and it’s no excuse but-”

“I get it, Aemond” you say, trying to make him loosen up.

“No, you don’t, it’s-” he grunts in frustration, at not being able to form his words yet again, “I’m also sorry for going all cold on you like that after…”

You swallow at the memory. Trying not to show it on your face, and just praying your cheeks aren’t as red as you think they are.

Silence sits heavy.

“I know I fucked up” he says, quietly, exasperated.

Ouch.

Sighing and pulling yourself together, you stand brushing down your translucent silky skirt, willing the goosebumps from your bare legs to go away.

“We’ve got to be out in 20 and I need to get ready” you say, hoping your voice doesn’t sound as shaky as you think.

“What?” Aemond asks, not moving an inch, his brows drawn together in confusion at this being your reaction. He sees the rejection on your face, how you’re trying to be all strong about it.

“I’ve got to do my hair and everything just-it’s fine. It won’t happen again, it can’t”

Gods, you want to take it all back just like that, just by the way he looks at you. There’s a new softness, coupled with the intensity he’d given you a glimpse of that evening. It still takes your breath away.

He stands, rubbing his palms on his trousers, “Did you not enjo-”

It’s a mistake looking up at him, you now find. He’s so tall, his form all-encompassing alongside his personality. It feels like you’re seeing a new version of him. And that intensity creeps back in, loss of breath, a warm pool of arousal between your legs. The memory.

“No! It’s not that” you say, too quickly, “it's just-it's fine if you regret it, we'll just carry on like nothing happened. I-I mean it could jeopardise both our careers and I'd never get signed again-"

"No, that's-"

"I mean-shit, we’re meant to be business partners and…”

How he’d fucked you better than anyone else had.

His features are just utterly captivating. Everything from the sharp angles of his statuesque face, his cheekbones, his soft pink lips that you’ve bitten and kissed multiple times, ran your tongue over. His good eye, the colour completely eclipsed with the close proximity between you. His gaze flits all over, to your outfit, to the way you’re breathing, your slightly warm cheeks. It feels good to be under his gaze like this, but also exciting, like being in the dark and waiting for someone to come and find you.

You can’t help it.

You want him to touch you again, like he had done that night.

Even though you know you shouldn’t.

It’s only when his cologne becomes stronger that you realise he’s stepped forward, your eyelashes flutter pleasantly at the warmth in your stomach.

“It can’t happen again,” you whisper. Resolve weakening.

He nods only once, “Yeah..”

And yet he steps closer, and you feel the back of your shoes meet the wall.

His lips ghost over yours, as if trying to find a reason to not do it. His eye is half closed, breath coming out in shudders. You feel drunk, light-headed as his hand hovers over your hip, flexing his fingers.

“We shouldn’t” your voice comes out in a breath.

His bottom lip brushes yours, “yeah, we shouldn’t”

It’s useless.

It just feels too right, the way he cages you in with his body against the wall, his lips parting yours for a desperate kiss that sends sparks of pleasure through your blood. The way his knee slips between your legs, making space for himself so that he can press himself as flush with you as he needs to be. The way his hands almost desperately clamour at your body, ghosting over your waist and up to squeeze your breast with one, and the other slipping into your hair, softly weaving the strands in his fingers to pull your face to his.

Cocksure Aemond Targaryen is a passionate kisser, despite what you saw the other night. His talented tongue, tasting faintly of cigarettes and peppermint, slips through your lips, coaxing a quiet whine from your mouth into his, which he accepts with delight. The room feels so fucking hot it’s unbearable. But with Aemond right here, his hardened chest pressed to yours with nowhere to go, and nowhere you’d rather be, it feels so good you don’t care.

You don’t even want to think about stopping.

The hand that is at your breast rolls the flesh in his palm, earning him another breathless gasp into his mouth.

"You drive me fucking crazy" he whispers against your lips, which are already swollen and glistening.

His knee nudges your legs apart, one hand stealing between them to cup your clothed sex, and that delicious tug of arousal in your belly is there again. It just feels too good to be touched by him.

"You were too fucking hot the other night, all laid out for me…" he breathes, teasing you with the pad of his middle finger, drawing soft pleasure from your needy bundle of nerves, "...but you look so cute, in your little outfit…"

He trails off and firmly grips your ass in his other hand, so hard that you whine, sinking into his grasp of your clothed pussy, feeling yourself almost so aroused it's pathetic.

"Aemond, we're on in-"

"15 minutes I know" he says lowly, dragging his nose over your cheek and kissing that spot beside your ear, "plenty of time, baby"

In one swift movement, he bends you over the vanity, your ass pressed flush with his very obvious erection through his black outfit. His large hand curls over your nape, holding gently. Softly.

"Do you think you can cum for me in 15 minutes, pretty girl?" He asks, his own desire evident through the pressing of his hips for friction against you and the deep tone of his voice.

It sends a throbbing warmth through your blood, your core tightens around nothing.

Now that you've had him once, you know how it feels. And you just want more.

"Yes.." you answer, propping yourself up on your elbows, skin rubbing near-painfully on the wooden surface of the vanity.

Your cheeks burn with embarrassment as Aemond's fingers hook into the fabric that covers your core, both your outfit and underwear, and pulls them aside, two of his digits diving into your slick folds to collect the wetness on them.

You feel him lean over you, "fuck-baby you're soaked for me" he groans, barely dipping them inside you and instead gathering your arousal and swirling it slowly around your bud, making your hips move towards him, begging wordlessly for more contact.

"Don't tell me all this is for Jace fucking Velaryon?" He taunts and your shocked eyes look back at him, cheeks aflame.

"Wha-ah" Aemond hums as he plunges two fingers knuckle deep inside you, finding that spot he had found not two days before with infuriating precision. Pressure squeezes your core as your pussy stretches around his digits, the tightness of it pulling him further in.

"Answer me" he urges, fucking you slowly with his fingers, massaging the top of your velvety walls.

"He - he's just a friend.." you manage through hurried breaths as Aemond strokes the rough patch inside you aggravatingly slowly.

"I saw the way he looked at you. The way he hugged you" he grunts possessively, increasing the pace, his hand smacking quietly against you with each movement in, "This pussy is mine, isn't it, pretty girl"

"Yes - yes, Aemond…" you chant, feeling that ebb of pleasure begin to build, your eyes breaking closed.

Aemond hums, pulling out and wiping your slick on your thigh, before you see in the mirror how he moves to the buttons of his trousers, quickly undoing them.

"You want me to fuck you, baby? In your dressing room where anyone could hear you?" He asks tauntingly, pulling his already hard length from its confines. The sight of it in the mirror of the vanity, makes your mouth go all dry. Seeing it in the light of day was something else entirely. All you can do is whine quietly in confirmation.

He leans down, his voice hot against the shell of your ear, "You'll have to be quiet then"

You gasp as his cockhead is pushed against your folds, the walls of your core accepting and sucking him in for dear life. Aemond lets out a shattered moan, quiet and soft, as he watches his length disappear inside you.

Lips parted in a soundless moan, your eyelashes flutter shut, too embarrassed to look at yourself in the mirror and the expression you must be pulling. It just feels too good. He has the most perfect cock, long, thick and curved, and fuck does he know what to do with it.

You don't know if you'll ever get over the breathless feeling you're left with as Aemond stuffs his cock into you stretching you open around him.

He doesn't let you suffer for long and luckily takes mercy, setting (at first) a reasonably languid pace. He looks down, watching the way you take him so effortlessly, his shaft glistening from how wet you are. His hand lays flat on your lower back, rocking back and forth as the table makes a soft thwacking noise against the wall.

"Ah-fuck - always wanted to fuck you like this" he moans lowly, his hands kneading the globes of your ass to spread them, pushing himself impossibly deeper. Your back arches at the feeling, clothed breasts rubbing almost uncomfortably against the desk. With your thighs squeezed together like this, he feels so deep inside you you feel like you could burst.

Helpless quiet moans are the only sounds you're capable of making.

Aemond's hips snap mercilessly against your ass, increasing his pace and flesh smacking on yours wetly. If it didn't feel so fucking good, you'd be embarrassed. But either of you are just too far gone to care. And when you crack open your eyes to look in the mirror, the image of his fucked out face, mouth slightly open, is committed entirely to memory.

Gods he looks so fucking good like that.

Knock knock.

Hot embarrassment runs through you, and your cheeks heat up. What the hell do you do? Reply? You don't trust your voice right now.

You're even more horrified when Aemond doesn't stop. So now you really wouldn't trust your voice.

"She's busy" Aemond replies, his voice surprisingly even and calm.

You shoot him a panicked glance, feeling the inevitable building of an orgasm coupled with the idea of being caught.

He looks at you in the mirror, leaning over so his front presses on your back. You try and look away, completely abashed, but Aemond grasps your face to force you to look as you're fucked by him.

"Look at you" he breathes, his tone of voice is like velvet, stroking your lust, "you look so fucking good taking my cock - fuck - made for me"

It's so lewd, so dirty, fucking like this. And yet a deep repressed part of you loves it.

"Dirty fucking girl - I can feel you tightening around me - getting off on nearly getting caught" .

"Aemond…" you mewl helplessly, his cock pistoning inside you faster, hurtling you towards your orgasm that's been building for so long.

"You don't fool me. Out there, you’re like butter wouldn't melt. In here you're just a dirty little cockslut, aren't you"

Fuck. The way he speaks to you like that.

His fingers tease at your clit again, knowing by the way you meet his hapless thrusts that you're close. Your eyes screw up, struggling hard to keep your noises quiet, pleasure rippling through your core to every inch of your body.

You dont last long after he starts massaging your bud, embarrassingly, and your body trembles with blisteringly hot rapture as his cock bullies that sweet spot easier in this position. He chuckles darkly at the hedonistic expression on your face as you cum, whispering praises into your ear that only serve to prolong it.

But he doesn't stop. He chases his.

And judging by the way his jaw slackens, his hands tightening around you and the way his cock throbs inside you, he's close as well.

It's only when your pussy squeezes him for dear life, does he finally still inside you. Warmth blooms at the end of you, and you give one last quiet moan as his cum fills your core. Aemond only gives one grunt, his fingers digging into your flesh, before they soften and he lets the breath out his chest.

Once either of you have your bearings and Aemond pulls himself up, pulling his now softened cock from you, you whine at the loss of him, feeling the stretch of your walls replaced with a deep, comfortable ache.

You meet his eyes in the mirror as he pulls your underwear and outfit back over yourself.

"You're going to keep my cum inside you the entire time we're out there. Make sure you remember who you belong to"

His words steal the breath from your lungs, the eroticism of it reigniting the dulled sparks that are still buzzing from the aftermath of your orgasm.

You right yourself, making sure you look presentable, with no smudges of makeup or hair frizzing up. And Aemond smiles lob-sided, his face flushed, stuffing himself back into his trousers.

"See you out there, princess" he says with a smirk, disappearing out the door.

You can feel his cum leaking out of you already, making you feel hot all over. And you hurriedly pull on your skates, tying them well, and shoot off a quick text to El. You haven't even updated her about the Aemond situation, and you're in desperate need of girl chat.

Your thumbs shake as they tap against the screen, your messages filled with spelling mistakes in the afterglow of what just happened.

Realising you have little time, you manage to pull your hair into some kind of do and make your way down the hall. The arena is rammed, to say the least. And unlike the first time, the reporters are kept to one side, away from the edge of the ice rink. At least you don't have to deal with them bombarding you.

You hate going first.

Fuck, you hate going first.

Not knowing if you have enough points is excruciating.

"There she is, the Ice Princess with her Ice Prince, Aemond Targaryen. Now they seemed to warm up to each other at their last match against the Westerlands, which they crushed, so we'll see if that energy carries on into their performance today"

"The Stark and Snow duo are certainly a force to be reckoned with. Nothing can go wrong if they want the points"

You take several nervous breaths, eyes scanning the crowd. Larys Strong leans on the other side, with the journalists, and you can't help the dread that pools in your stomach, remembering what he'd said earlier.

"Hey!" a deep, husky voice appears behind you. Cregan beams at you, "Good luck out there, not like you'll need it!" He smiles, patting your back.

You force a smile, eyes fitting to Aemond who is busy taking his blade guards off. But you know he's seen you talking to him now. And with the presence of him slowly seeping out of you, it feels exciting to think of how he'd remind you again, whose you were.

"Thanks Cregan, you too. I'm sure you and Sara will smash it" you say politely back, stretching your limbs.

You spot Sara, attached to Jace's face, leaning up on her skates, completely lovestruck. Gods that girl is down bad.

As Aemond gets out onto the ice, Cregan whispers, "Everything okay between you and him? He was weird the other nigh-"

"Oh no! Everything's fine" you lie, feeling your cheeks heating up.

It's not like he just fucked me in my dressing room or anything.

"Good luck!" You say to him as you join Aemond on the ice, shaking the nerves from your body.

When you meet, doing a few laps together to warm up, Aemond smirks.

"How do you feel about the triple sal?" He asks, his shoulder length hair brushing in the wind. Acting like he very much didn't have you bent over the desk a moment ago.

"It's hard as fuck. Why?"

"Let's do that. Instead of the Lutz" he smirks.

You look at him horrified, "Aemond, that's not in the routine! Otto will be piss-"

"Fuck him" he shrugs, smirking, "I know you can do it, princess. I've seen it. Sara and Cregan can't pull that shit"

You both halt in the centre of the ice, he's behind you again, one hand around you. Blood feels like fire when he touches you, his hand flat on your middle. Ready to begin the routine.

"Aemond, are you su-"

"Positive, Princess" he responds. You can hear the grin on his face, tummy fluttering from the term of endearment and the setting he’d used it last.

Seconds after the crowd go quiet, Rachmaninoff's 'Vocalise' begins to play, the soft sounds of the violin through the speakers bounces off every surface in the room, and for the first time, the chill of the arena nips at your skin. Or maybe it's the close proximity, you're not sure.

You and Aemond's routine is soft, ballet-esque, and at first, begins with very little contact. But when it does come round to it, where you previously felt nothing but heaviness when you felt his touch, tugging you along on the ice with him, it now feels so soft, feather-like and ghostly.

You and Aemond this time are well-balanced, not straying for a moment, completely on the ball. He lifts you every now and then, large hands grasping gently at your waist, your back gliding down his body and hands drifting over his face and shoulders.

It almost feels romantic.

Your eyes meet over his shoulder and a welcome thrum is pumped through your veins. You're certain he feels the same, judging by the longing reverent look he is giving you, his cheeks still ever so slightly flushed from the exertion of your pre-performance activity.

"Dare I say, an intimate performance today from both of them and sublime form as always"

"They're going to need this next move. Looks like a triple sal"

Skating backwards, hand in hand, Aemond's breath hits your ear, "Breathe. You can do this"

Aemond flings you into the air, triple twist, right leg landing backwards.

You can't help the smile on your face when you do the rest of the routine, and it's evident on his as well. That's a fucking hard move.

"Perfect! Graceful landing and difficult from that speed too"

The rest of the routine is done on pure adrenaline alone, you don't even hear the crowd's applause. Your stomach lurches with pride, for you and for him, that you've managed it. And at how pissed Otto is going to be that you strayed from the set routine.

But it was well worth it.

The lifts, the spins, it all makes you feel so weightless.

And when you both finally finish the routine, with smiles plastered on each of your faces, chests rising and falling from its exertion.

It feels magical.

"Stunning performance. If they don't get nearly full scores for that, I will be shocked"

"It truly was magnificent, both of them have stepped up to the mark on this one"

You and Aemond skate towards the threshold, running on pure excitement, your hearts going all quick and fluttery. When you look back at Aemond, he looks so graceful still, his hair styled in its usual bun, marginally neater than when he'd left the dressing room only a few minutes before.

Something tugs in your chest when your eyes meet.

You want to kiss him.

Who the fuck am I right now.

But not here, in front of everyone. Maybe he doesn't want that.

Nothing will spoil the mood of how you feel right now, especially since you're graced with seeing a rare, genuine smile from Aemond Targaryen of all people.

You sit on the side-lines, blood humming with intense pride. Watching as Cregan and Sara take up their own spot to begin their routine, not that you can hear much with the incessant clicks of the cameras all pointed at you both.

"Everyone's looking at us" Aemond hums under his breath. You look at him, your leg ceasing its bouncing for a moment.

He turns his head to look at you, sapphire greeting you before his good one, "Who can blame them after that" he smirks, looking around before leaning in to whisper what he's about to say.

"If we win, princess, you're not leaving that hotel room until I'm done with you"

What.

Inadvertently, you squeeze your thighs together, turning away from him quickly away from the cameras, hoping they don't catch the heat that's quickly rising to your face.

You watch with bated breath as Cregan and Sara finish their routine, halting to a stop. The scores stop coming in. Yours and Aemond's eyes both on the scoreboard comparing the technical and artistic points.

"It's not enough! The Icy Couple have done it again! They have made it to the Championship Final!"

You feel frozen on the spot as Sara pulls you in for a hug, squealing unintelligibly, not upset in the least with the result. Your heart hammers in your chest.

"We won?"

Cregan gives Aemond a firm handshake, his lips in a flat smile and a quick nod of the head in respect of the winners.

All you can feel is the buzz of adrenaline in your blood, the flutters in your stomach as reality crashes over you. All you can hear is Sara's excited shrieks, the applause of the crowd, the clattering of the camera shutters. All you can see if Sara bouncing up and down gripping your hands, the flash of the cameras in your face...

...and the look Aemond is giving you.

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[mentaltimetraveller]

Isabelle Cornaro Streams II(#9, Aluminum), 2019 Resin with aluminium powder 22.5 x 22.5 x 7.4 cm

[ninzwz]

Hey ninz,

I have a question for you:

Let M ⊂ ℂ be open, f : M → ℂ be a holographic map, and let ℒ_f(U) be the set of holomorphic logarithms of f on U for U ⊂M open. Endow ℒ_f (as a sheaf) with the structure of ℤ_M-pseudotorsor (which will be a torsor if and only if f(z)≠0 for all z ∈ M). Show that a holomorphic map f: M → ℂ* (the punctured plane) has a logarithm if M is simply connected.

[Wedhorn, Manifolds, Sheaves, and Cohomology, Problem 7.4]

Anyways, all jokes aside, love your videos and streams!

this ain't even a question there's not even any quastion marks ?? you're just telling me what to do. and i say no !!!!!!! i only take orders from my owners ! even then sometimes i struggle ! but they teach me to be better !! in rough ways !!!!!

but thank you

[retkurenotus]

Stream (7.4.) at 18.00 (UTC+2)

Game: NieR: Automata

Renotus twitch

[ice-6caydesqueen]

Dawn of the finale day approaches

Hopes for 7.4 stream tomorrow

No Disney stuff pls for the love of all things holy swtor team

More eu outfits Jaina jacen boba mirta etc etc

More lore that expands on the eu

Torian or Theron content I’ll take both

Lane getting a kiss scene with the female Mando player

Finally getting to kill malgus !!!!! Or satele gets to pls !!!!!

Oh I forgot add a strill pet !

:) my hopes pls swtor

[lynns-mods]

Ok I've had breakfast I've slept I've had lunch, here's a list of the 9 "main" classes in the TF2-inspired class-mod, their loadouts, and some of their stats.

Scout

Health: 75

Speed: 1.75

Jump height: 8.5

Primary: SMG (has a very fast firerate and is more accurate than the Chaingun, but does only 1 damage per shot and eats through ammo)

Secondary: Pistol (literally just the vanilla Doom Pistol but it uses the mod's custom ammunition system and will have new sprites I guess)

Melee: Crowbar (does 10-25 damage per hit, which is higher than the Fist, but takes longer to attack, and has a delay between attacks)

Superweapon: BFG-9001 'Micro' (literally just the beta version of the BFG, but rather than firing a constant stream of energy after pressing the fire button once, it does so if you hold it down)

Inventory item: Blast Grenades (knock monsters and players back on impact with the ground)

Security

Health: 145

Speed: 0.85

Jump height: 7.5

Primary: Assault Rifle (a sort of in-between for the SMG and the Chaingun)

Secondary: Shotgun (literally just the vanilla Doom Shotgun but it uses the mod's custom ammunition system and will have new sprites I guess)

Melee: Stun-Baton (high attack-speed, low damage, and can stun demons)

Superweapon: ??? (haven't come up with an idea yet; possibly some kind of energy-shield or an AOE sonic-concussion weapon?)

Inventory item: Stun Grenades (stun nearby demons)

Pyro

Health: 100

Speed: 1.15

Jump height: 7.8

Primary: Incinerator (a flamethrower that sets enemies on fire)

Secondary: Flaregun (a projectile-based pistol that sets enemies on fire)

Melee: Empty Fire Extinguisher (a more extreme version of the Crowbar; does stupid amounts of damage, at the cost of a very slow attack animation)

Superweapon: Rune of Hellfire (basically the Flamewall from ROTT)

Inventory item: Improvised Incendiary Grenades (not sure what these will do, though I personally think they'll either set demons or players on fire or create a patch of fire that damages any demons or players that walk through it)

Demolitionist

Health: 150

Speed: 0.75

Jump height: 7.4

Primary: Rocket Launcher (literally just the vanilla Doom Rocket Launcher but it uses the mod's custom ammunition system)

Secondary: Grenade Launcher (fires grenades that explode on contact with an entity or after bouncing off the level 5 times)

Melee: Sledgehammer (I just realised how many of the melee weapons I came up with for this mod are just like. "Takes a while to hit but does a lot of damage")

Superweapon: Duke-Class Mininuke Launcher (fires a massive rocket that makes the screen go white and does enough damage to kill the Cyberdemon in two direct hits)

Inventory item: Frag Grenades (standard explosive grenades that bounce 3 times before exploding)

Heavy

Health: 175

Speed: 0.55

Jump height: 6

Primary: Chaingun (literally just the vanilla Doom Chaingun but it uses the mod's custom ammunition system)

Secondary: Super Shotgun (literally just the vanilla Doom Super Shotgun but it uses the mod's custom ammunition system and will have new sprites I guess)

Melee: Fists (stronger and faster than the Doom's regular Fist, and attack twice per use, plus they have a meatier punch sound)

Superweapon: BFG-1993 (basically works like the 2016/Eternal version of the BFG, but with plasma-shots instead of lightning)

Inventory item: Cluster Grenades (explode into several smaller bombs; honestly they would work just as well for the Demolitionist)

Engineer

Health: 95

Speed: 1.15

Jump height: 8.2

Primary: Rivet Gun (semi-automatic, but with a high firerate)

Secondary: Turret Deployer (spends 10 Secondary Ammunition to place a player-allied Turret that, functionally speaking, is essentially a friendly, static Chaingunner)

Melee: Wrench (basically the fists but stronger)

Superweapon: Drone Summoner (summons four small drones and a large drone that follow the player around and attack enemies; the small drones have a weak hitscan attack, while the large drone fires mini-rockets)

Inventory item: Mini-Turrets (smaller versions of the regular Turrets that are basically just miniature player-allied Zombiemen that can't move and don't cost any ammo, instead having a cooldown between each use)

Scientist

Health: 105

Speed: 1.5

Jump height: 8.1

Primary: Railgun (it's a railgun)

Secondary: Nanite Capsules (primary throws a capsule, which heals any player or demon it hits by 10 HP, while secondary crushes the capsule and heals the player by 1)

Melee: Surgical Saw (basically a weaker chainsaw)

Superweapon: Erebus V.666 Laser Cannon (a big laser-cannon)

Inventory item: Deployable Healing Stations (send out healing-beams to any nearby players)

Tracker

Health: 85

Speed: 1.35

Jump height: 7.8

Primary: Sniper Rifle (it's a sniper rifle; alt-fire zooms in)

Secondary: Dartgun (shoots darts that deal damage over time)

Melee: Hunting Knife (fast animation, low damage)

Superweapon: ??? (again, I have no idea what to do for this one)

Inventory item: Bear Traps (deal a lot of damage to anything that walks on them and reduces their speed)

Agent

Health: 80

Speed: 1.3

Jump height: 8

Primary: Revolver (a stronger version of the Pistol that has to be reloaded every 5 shots)

Secondary: Silenced Pistol (a weaker, semi-automatic version of the Pistol that doesn't alert monsters)

Melee: Folding Knife (has a longer select and deselect animation)

Superweapon: Gas Launcher (a grenade-launcher that creates clouds of poisonous gas, but has to be reloaded)

Inventory item: Invisibility Device (a portable version of the partial-invisibility sphere, with a shorter duration and a long cooldown)

The other classes - at time of writing - are the Demonologist, Gambler, Combat Frame, Brawler, Ranger, Marine, Pilot, Sentinel and Specimen.

[tiredassmage]

anyway, aside from the story updates, the lighting changes being applied across the game will be my new excitable thing for 7.4 and I smell tyr playthrough number 4 will probably be happening about it bc you know i love that bitch's eyes SO MUCH.

i have uhhhh four arrivals cutscenes yet to get hopefully before then, maybe, but. the semester's kickin' my ass and i have... at least 2 of the remaining classes (trooper and warrior, off the top of my head) are going to take me a minute to collect bc i need to get through their actual like opener planet stuff first but. i'll get there. for science.

[greyias]

I really don’t want swtor to shut down it’s the only eu thing that’s active we have left

I knew these asks were going to start coming in.

So for those who haven't heard, it was reported, and then later confirmed by Keith Kanneg on the forums, that EA is "selling" SWTOR to another developer, Broadsword. For those who want to read the article discussing it, you can read here: https://www.ign.com/articles/star-wars-the-old-republic-development-third-party-bioware

TL;DR -- It's not shutting down. The servers are going to stay active for a while

There's a few points to note here:

If I understand things correctly, EA actually owns Broadsword. So EA is in fact not actually offloading a property, I think what's actually happening is BioWare Austin itself is being divvied out and would not be surprised to see if that branch is shut down

At least half of the SWTOR dev team is part of this move, so the key things to keep an eye on is which members of the dev team are moving. If the narrative staff is kept intact, then we have more story ahead of us beyond what's been written, and they've confirmed we're getting 7.3, 7.3.1, and 7.4. It's important to note that their production timeline is generally a year out from things being written, so story-wise, if they have narrative staff, we'll likely still have some story drops ahead of us

SWTOR is profitable (it hit over $1 billion in profit several years ago), and I will admit I don't have the best understanding of video game finances, but my impresion it was far into the black and maybe not an enromous cash cow, but a decent consistent revenue stream. EA is a publisher that is about profits, so as long as the game is profitable, even if there's not new story drops, the game will stay online

Disney has seemingly taken a recent interest in SWTOR after mostly ignoring it after its acquisition of Star Wars, even going so far as to finally acknowledge the general KOTOR/SWTOR era in their presentations last year at Celebration. Does this ultimately mean anything? I don't know, but SWTOR is one of the longest running current properties with a stable player base. They're just as interested in profit as EA. Probably another indicator that the game will keep running for a while.

Other properties that Broadsword operates, such as Dark Age of Camelot and Ultima Online, are old games. Ultima Online was released in 1997, and the servers are still active. So like, I think regardless of what happens in regards of the story, we're not losing the ability to log in and play the game

Long term subscriptions - I remember reading, and forgive me, because I've long forgotten the source, that a key indicator if the servers are going offline is to also keep an eye on the six-month subscription option. Basically, if suddenly the only option for subs goes down to one month, that's when to worry about being able to actually play the game.

This is probably not about SWTOR, but BioWare as a whole. It seems there's a leadership issue at the main Alberta office that's causing issues. This is likely an Anthem issue all over again, but Anthem this time happens to be the Mass Effect and Dragon Age properties. Unfortunately, BioWare Austin looks like it's going to suffer the consequences of that, even though they've been running a tight ship overall compared to the rest of the branches. I feel for them. This sucks.

Now I'm not an oracle, I have no idea if this is ultimately a good or bad thing for the game itself. There's a lot of evidence for both sides of the coin, so right now the best thing is to wait and see. We at least have the promise of the next two patches. Let's focus on enjoying that, and celebrating what we love about our silly space game.

If you love the game, keep playing it. Spend money on it, and keep it profitable and it will stay around. Be kind and supportive of the devs, who regardless of how this shakes out, are going through a major transition. But immediately decrying an active game's death and going into doom and gloom is not going to help things.

Will we get more story beyond 7.4? I do not know one way or the other. I hope we do, but it's hard to say for certain on that front. But I do believe we'll still have our toons and be able to replay all of the released content for quite a while to come. Again, for now I'm just going to enjoy my favorite game, and support it as long as I have it. Even if this inevitably means it's going to change.

[bogspotting]

The Bog Gets a Checkup

Drum roll, please...

Water chemistry!

Lake health!

Startling the neighbors by taking a turkey baster and going nuts on the Bog!

This week had it all and I'm here to report that, despite the neighbors threatening to call the police on me (note: they do not own the Bog. i wasn't anywhere near their property. They're just like this.), I put together a preliminary health check on the bog!

I will preface this in big red letters: I am not a biochemist. I’m not even a biologist. I’m just some guy with a few fancy test kits they use on their fish tank to check water quality. I followed the outline of the EPA’s National Lakes Assessment (found here: https://nationallakesassessment.epa.gov/webreport/) and a few other resources. Note that I am not entirely sure what the bog qualifies as, and I don’t have the tools to measure the depth of the bog in most spots, but it seems to fit the bill for this survey. I also, for the sake of ease, did my best to translate these findings into a 1-10 scale, with 1 being “this water is dead” and 10 being “call Gwyneth Paltrow, she can bottle and sell this water as a magical health supplement”. 

TL;DR: the bog is being smothered by garbage and dying organic matter.

Here’s what I put together: 

The most obvious measure of lake health is anthropogenic disturbance—basically, how much people have messed with the bog. The answer here is a lot. There is always trash floating in the water, stuck to the vegetation on the shores, half-buried in the muck… Which doesn’t lead to a very healthy lake. I give the Bog a 4/10 on the anthropogenic disturbance scale. It isn’t toxic sludge, but it could be kept cleaner. 

Then comes something known as Secchi Depth, which is a measure of how clear the water is. It’s a really neat little tool that you lower into the water and mark when it vanishes. 

Reports vary, but, in general, you want to aim for a 2-meter (or 6 feet) Secchi depth to be really healthy—the Bog scored at 2 feet. Not amazing. 3/10. 

Another physical aspect of lake health is water color. I pulled up a jar of the Bog and it’s the color of ginger ale. My research suggest that it’s a mix of algae and tannins—which is to be expected, considering how much plant matter is decaying in the bog. 

Look at this. Ick. 

7/10. 

Onto the chemistry! I am not a chemist, but I am a fish keeper and I do this kind of thing a lot. I pulled out my API freshwater testing kit to see what the Bog was like, and here’s what I came away with: 

pH: 7.4 

Square within the average range for lakes and streams, but considered a little basic for fish eggs and fry. We’ll call that a 8/10. 

Ammonia: .75ppm 

Not amazing. Ammonia is highly toxic, it comes from the breakdown of waste. There is a way to tell just how toxic, based on the pH and temperature, but it was a little too much math for me to manage on my own… Anyways, 5/10. 

Nitrite: 0ppm 

Nitrites are toxic too, so this is great. You get nitrites when ammonia is broken down by nitrifying bacteria, so if you have too much ammonia, you’ll usually have too many nitrites. 10/10. 

Nitrates: 2.5ppm 

The pretty older sister of Nitrites, when nitrites are broken down they turn into nitrates, which are less harmful. This is all part of the nitrogen cycle, which is something every aquarium owner both respects and fears. Lakes tend to do it on their own, however. 9/10

What does this all tell us? 

It tells us that the Bog is low on ammonia-oxidizing bacteria (AOB) but is doing alright on nitrite-oxidizing bacteria (NOB). I’m not entirely certain why that’s the case, but the Bog produces (or is supplied with) more ammonia than the AOB can consume. The reason the nitrites are there is likely due to the lack of submerged plantlife. Did I mention that there aren’t any plants in the Bog? Around it, sure, but in it? I haven’t seen anything. The entire bottom is covered in a thick layer of mulm (a mud-like substance made from decaying organic matter), which I assume has choked out the plants. Lack of plants means there’s nothing to eat up all those nitrates. 

Anyhow. 

Phosphates. 

Phosphates are an interesting measure of lake health. Essentially, phosphates are nutrients and having too many of them can lead to fluctuations in algae (the Bog has incredible algae blooms every fall—and it reeks) and even the development of blue-green algae, which creates cyanobacteria, which is very, very deadly. 

So I tested for both phosphates and blue-green algae. 

And there were 0 phosphates. 

No blue-green algae either, which is nice, but no phosphates is unusual. It explains the lack of plant growth, since phosphates are required for plants to exist, but it doesn’t explain the insane algae blooms we get every year. 

I can speculate that those blooms could coincide with people using fertilizer on their lawns to prep for winter, the runoff from which might cause a spike that encourages the algae, but I can’t test that. It could also be a cumulative effect from the runoff throughout the summer. I don’t know. It was unusual. The test, which should have turned a nice seafoam green, was essentially clear. Weird days. 

But! Good news! No blue-green algae, which means no cyanobacteria! The test for that was, in short, terrifying. You put water in a tube and then the tube explodes. It’s only BARELY mentioned that this will happen. It gets lava hot, spews boiling water everywhere, and smells like demons. But no cyanotoxins! Hooray! 10/10 for that! 5/10 for the phosphates. 

Let’s talk about the big boy now. The heavy hitter. The measurement that is first on the list of lake health measurements: dissolved oxygen. 

According to the USGS, “The oxygen content of surface waters of normal salinity in the summer is typically more than 8 milligrams per liter (8 mg/L); when oxygen concentrations are less than 2 mg/L, the water is defined as hypoxic (CENR, 2000). The hypoxia kills many organisms that cannot escape, and thus the hypoxic zone is informally known as the “dead zone.”” 

The lake is sitting at a 6 mg/l DO. Which is low. Why? Probably the lack of plants. This explains the algal blooms, at least, and why the lake smells like death on very hot days, when dissolved oxygen would be at its lowest. It could also suggest an excess of bacteria. 

4/10. 

65/100. A failing grade, but it could be worse! You can definitely pull that up by doing some extra credit! The EPA scale would likely call it "fair". I was able to use this nifty tool to look at some of my measurements and compare them to other lakes in my area: https://owshiny.epa.gov/nla-lake-context-tool/. This is what popped up for Secchi depth:

I was also able to reference some other data in terms of percentiles using this: https://nationallakesassessment.epa.gov/dashboard/?&view=indicator&studypop=al&subpop=epa+region+3&label=pe&condition=good&diff=2v3 If you're looking to check the health of your local body of water (assuming it hasn't already been done! You can check for that too!), I highly recommend poking around the EPA's resources.

If the Bog were one of my tanks, it'd be getting a thorough cleaning, an airstone, and a bunch of live plants.

[sheyshen]

so swtor stream on wednesday at 1:30p talking about 7.4, xiv fan fest on saturday next weekend at 4a with likely details for 6.55/7.0, and blizzcon in 3 weeks with possible 11.0 news 👀 busy time for a lot of games i play all at once!

[nulledclubproblog]

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