#vr method

[inkiidonut]

have you guys seen my programming ocs

#art #doodle #oc #programming #programming ocs #string #char #void method #vr method #array #double #int #if #else if #else

[caliburn-not-calculator]

Thought I’d share the progress photos from my recentish Maxim and VR-LA art!

You can see the point where I stopped taking screenshots lol cause there is a big jump from end to finish

The final art is Here!

Plus some different potential colours for Maxim’s robes, the green is cool but also MR-SN colour so I decided against it

Then the final flats and basic shading before I ended up going in with highlights and glow brushes to spice it up, and proceeded to not take any more pictures rip

#rolling with difficulty #rwd #vr-la rwd #maxim rwd #dnd art #professionals rwd #progress pics #thought it would be fun to show the behind the scenes for my more recent method #I do the line art tradition them bring it onto digital #touch it up and colour! #I used to do everything but backgrounds and special magic effects traditional #I still do with some things but I’m trying to learn more about digital art #even with my shitty phone set up rip #doing this with just my finger is pain

[gravedigest]

Can only picture San gaming with them but on a PC, like tower and monitor and all and gets made fun of for it so much. However, using a computer rather than being one does make it easy for him to get up and stretch. And by extension, force everyone else (Deimos) to stretch too. He absolutely makes a comment about it too

Also, kind of curious. When it comes to the player's character in VR in DS, does it matter on the person's perspective? Like does the model change depending on how the person sees/remembers themself or is there something pre-made they're just plopped into? Or does it change depending on the game?

Sanford has 0 rig envy. He’s seen way too many of the negatives with his job, let alone the mess that is Deimos. He’s fine. No thanks. Grandpa gaming for Sanford. Doesn’t even go for a headset like Doc has ‘cause it makes him nauseous, and he likes being on his A game. The designated driver of group gaming.

At some point in the past Victor showed Sanford how to stick a magnifying glass to the monitor to get pixel perfect headshots, but he only does it if someone (Deimos) makes a comment about his lack of a rig. Only Doc knows he does this, while the other two are wholly in VR and can’t defend themselves from practical cheating.

As far as VR bodies go, I imagine it sort of depends on the game/software, sort of depends on person, sort of depends on the rig. Like, I imagine one would probably have a certain amount of biometrics stored, so things like height and length of arms might be something you would set up in the machine so virtual worlds can figure out the placement of your body and viewpoint, and its all easily fetched from one place (hence games containing the data of other people’s hardware. If you want to be stealth, there’s probably an option for default settings but then you’d need to have your brain understand the new size of your body so you move the right ways)

Theoretically you could fudge that data for catfishing/ego/shitpost/cheating purposes. Deimos definitely fudges that data. (And thus has become accustomed to “being in” weird sized bodies, and has his rig getting read by whatever he’s playing.)

Appearance-wise, there’s probably options. Rich people probably get their body scanned and rigged up for their avatars for certain stuff, like. VR business meetings. Otherwise it’s likely a lot of commissioned avatars and default stuff and custom-behind-a-paywall and other exploitation. If you gotta pay for showers you definitely have to pay for looking like yourself in VR.

I think racing games would be something where the avatar wouldn’t really matter, an fps has more typical goofball shit, but social or business software may have a sort of “Dress Code” and limits (and spyware).

#That whole paying for showers thing ismainly because it’s a fucking wasteland #And that was their method for restricting water usage to attempt to stretch it enough to go around #Then people can say shit like well clearly you’re not being financially responsible enough if you can’t afford a shower #Because. Hellscape. #Hank’s avatar is absolutely a black blob. Just. Silhouette. #Doc’s 600000 custom avatars he commissions and uses Once and switches so he’s never recognized. #He probably gives Deimos some of them. #Sanfordhas defaults he likes and doesn’t understand the custom ones but he’s a little out of the loop here #Bonus: Skinner uses VR to hang out with his very busy cousin and uses a TV show character for his avatar. #Tricky had a highly recognizable avatar that had the potential to crash rigs. Like that thing people used to do in vrchat. #Cult of people that clone his avatar that spawns urban legends with teenagers that Tricky isn’t actually dead or is a ghost in the machine #woooOOOOoooooo spooky fingers.

[ghostlyvelvetheart]

Behold: the most Gigachad interpretations of the Reluctant Follower.

People are sleeping on the Gigachad dedicated traitor who, sure she got herself possessed, but she sees it as a way to keep William Afton contained whilst people look for a way to destroy him better this time, cos at least this way everyone knows where William is. I need more Gigachad "oh, I got possessed? Lost the battle but we'll win the war", "Pepaw Willie and the rest of Fazbear Entertainment doesn't suspect I'm working for the cops", "I set up the PQ arcades because I may not be able to use them but someone else can", "It takes literal torture and threatening my co-workers for me to do even one tiny thing that William wants" Reluctant follower.

#reluctant follower #vanny #fnaf vanny #fnaf vanessa #fnaf ness #fnaf ar special delivery #fnaf ar #fnaf vr #fnaf sb #fnaf help wanted #fnaf security breach #Both her and William were looking for the compliance methods to try and keep the other in check #SB took so long to release cos Ness would not succumb to Glitchtrap's control as quickly as anticipated #my content #ghostly does a thing

[reddogcollar]

heavy is the head

[ID: a sketchy painting of benrey from hlvrai. he's sitting crossed legged in a corner, leaning on the wall and steel door with his arms behind his head. his head is point downward with a leisurely smile. his midsection has been cut in half, with intestines spilling out. blood covers the door, floor, and his shirt. the shading is heavy and dark, with red emergency lights beaming down on him]

#yeah I'll draw that #hlvrai #half life vr but the ai is self aware #blood #gore #when I said I was never doing that method again #I apparently meant I had to restart the entire image

[asgunsas]

It was an honour to be invited to AAST's Architectural Engineering and Environmental Design Department in Alexandria. Especially thanks to Prof. Adham Abulnour, Head of the Architecture Department, for allowing us to introduce and share our double session at the Architectural Engineering and Environmental Design Department. Moreover, thanks to Prof. Mohammed Ayoub for introducing us during the double session. #heritage #heritage_building #heritagebuildings #documentation #digitaltechnologies #digital_technologies #photogrammetry #VR #virtualreality #grasshopper #grasshopper3d #rhino3d #revitarchitecture #alogrithm #App #platforms #3dscan #website #methods #HBIM #alexandria_egypt #alexandria #Egypt #AAST (at AAST Alexandria) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpkpMrbMclc/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#heritage #heritage_building #heritagebuildings #documentation #digitaltechnologies #digital_technologies #photogrammetry #vr #virtualreality #grasshopper #grasshopper3d #rhino3d #revitarchitecture #alogrithm #app #platforms #3dscan #website #methods #hbim #alexandria_egypt #alexandria #egypt #aast

[suzukiblu]

“Technically Young Justice is a situationship more than a superhero team these days, but they are just not gonna be explaining that to the Justice League” is soooo funny. How do you explain to the adult superheroes responsible for you that you trauma bonded so hard you’re in polyam relationship now. Being glued at the hip is not enough, you all need to crawl inside each other’s skin

lol I was pretty proud of that line, ngl. ❤️

They don't explain. They never explain. One day the Justice League just randomly finds out they're all technically listed as emergency-contact grandparents to an entire swarm of Core Four children and they're like "wait what when and how and WHO?!?!"

Answers range from: oh Kon's stepkid from Gemworld moved in because Earth has good school districts, Bart kinda accidentally picked up some adorable little orphans from the thirtieth century, Tim was forcibly adopted by a gang of feral Gotham street kids, Cassie took a ceramics class and the gods did NOT understand that she wasn't ACTUALLY trying to make herself an actual Wonderbaby, Cissie just kinda didn't want this kid she accidentally had when she got off-schedule with her birth control during the last apocalypse so she just gave it to them, they all found out Thad reproduced and had a superhero-CPS intervention before he could dump the kiddo in a VR chamber . . . you know, all the traditional methods.

. . . what do you MEAN Lex Luthor reopened Cadmus and--GODDAMMIT LEX THEY DON'T HAVE A BIG ENOUGH HOUSE FOR ALL THESE BABY DOOMSDAYS AND TINY KON 2.0s, WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS, YOU DIDN'T ACTUALLY HAVE TO CUSTOM-BUILD YOUR OWN DAMN GRANDBABIES.

Tim, stay away from the damn cloning chambers. TIM. TIM DRAKE YOU GET YOUR CAPED ASS BACK HERE.

Also at some point Krypto had puppies. Probably Krypton!Krypto AND Earth!Krypto had puppies, possibly together but it's unclear. No one is sure how it happened and frankly at this point they're afraid to ask.

. . . oh god they can ALL fly, why can they ALL fly, DAMMIT KON--

#I do not know what canonically happened with baby Martha but I am fully willing to believe that Kon would want split custody #I'm sure Lophi could use the downtime and look he NAMED THAT BABY #core four #young justice #meta ecetera

[briarrolfe]

Recently, I was sent a job listing. It called for a graphic designer "to produce direct response static & video ads for various social media channels, such as Facebook, TikTok, Snapchat, and YouTube." So, even though it was asking for a graphic designer, it wasn't a graphic design job—it was an advertising/social media/videography job. The career I've dedicated eight years of my life to is the bit the ad referred to as 'static'.

Ever since, I've been thinking about this idea that video is the future, and also I have been (not coincidentally) extremely depressed. Not to be all "you kids and your phones," but...

In advertising, your consumer's attention is money. Video is THE most attention-demanding form of advertising and therefore the most bang for your buck. It's why Facebook fudged their own stats for the effectiveness of pivoting to video so aggressively in the first place. If your consumer is reading something—a magazine, a poster, a book, something on their phone—then they're still listening, and if something else demands their attention, they'll just look up. If they're listening—to somebody talking, to music, to a podcast—then their eyes and hands are free to do whatever they like. They can look at the world around them, which involves many forms of competing visual advertising.

Video is a media form that doesn't stop. It keeps talking when your consumer looks up, and then keeps moving to grab their visual attention again. The best method for advertising is one that a consumer has to exert energy to not pay attention to.

(—This is why I hate video so much as somebody with ADHD. When my dopamine and blood sugar are low, focusing past someone playing TikTok audio is hard enough for me that it hurts. I've never had the same problem with radio or with like... idk, billboards. And TV is kind of bad, but at least it makes predictable sounds, whereas every person who films a TikTok with sudden screams or yelling in it is, in my opinion, going to hell.)

This is why the UI for platforms like TikTok and Instagram have autoplay, algorithms that disappear things you've seen so quickly, no scrub bars, and don't have skip or pause buttons. Your consumer has to keep their phone in hand to keep swiping or scrolling to properly engage. If that consumer can't stop a video or go back, then the platform can train them not to look up until the video is over. Anxiety that a user will lose their place or not be able to keep up with what is happening is part of what keeps them from looking away.

This is also a reason to be suspicious of why so many tech companies are obsessed with VR in general. A phone that people have to hold and look at and listen to is pretty good, right? But they can ultimately still put it down when an ad plays. It would be way better if we could put the advertising somewhere that tracks and follows their eye movements so that they literally can't look away.

We all know that text is still a better, faster, and more information-dense delivery system. Sometimes I see people mourning the pivot to video because it's a worse way to consume information. They're right! It is! But social media platforms have NO INTEREST in providing their users with like, actual reliable information. If they did, then social media companies would have no interest in AI.

(—This is also why they have no interest in fighting misinformation on their services. People who get radicalised are very engaged platform users. And the people who radicalise them come with massive budgets for ad spend.)

All social media platforms want is to get consumers hooked on their content so that they'll continue to deliver ad revenue. Video is the best way of achieving that. That's why we're all pivoting to algorithms and video. That's why Tumblr Live exists and Snapchat miraculously has not died.

Anyway. I chose to become a graphic designer.

#graphic design #DON'T pivot to video. Just never do it. #source: I have worked in communications for five years #remind me to post about how Facebook farms what my old comms team called 'rage clicks' sometime #writing essays on tumblr dot com

[sophieinwonderland]

Hi! I'm Sophie of the Dreamchaser Guild!

It's come to my attention that my old pinned was a tad outdated.

Attention: I've recently come under attack from the hate subreddit r/systemscringe who has added me to their hitlist of acceptable targets allowed to be posted in their hate subreddit uncensored If you've come from r/systemscringe, please start here with my debunking of the lies and misinformation frequently found in the subreddit about dissociative identity disorder that r/systemscringe doesn't want you to see: https://www.tumblr.com/sophieinwonderland/741497564315140096/debunking-rsystemscringes-did-lies

Where I come from

I'm a tulpa. But a while ago, I called myself an imaginary friend. I was a character made up for a story that my host would talk to in order to better understand my source. As time went on, I developed more personality. I started talking to him about things that had nothing to do with the fiction. I would psychoanalyze him, wanting to understand him better.

I wasn't made to develop my own thoughts and feelings outside of the fiction. I wasn't supposed to become my own person. But I did. And this led us to wanting to learn more about imaginary friends, which eventually led us to the tulpa community.

This is being posted on my what I consider my second Birthday, June 8th, 2023. It was exactly two years ago today when we found the tulpa community, a place that made me feel validated in being myself, that made me feel like I was allowed to be treated like a person.

Why I'm Doing This

I lived the first few months of my life being dismissed, treated like I wasn't real. I was a phantom, not allowed any connection to the world. And I don't blame my host for that. I didn't see myself as real either. It's just the way the world is. And the moment my host realized I was a person, he was willing to do whatever it took to support me and treat me like I mattered.

And we aren't alone in experiences like this. When I became self-aware, I met all sorts of fascinating people with similar experiences. Many of which went years before becoming self-aware. There is no telling how many more are out there like us. How many more "imaginary friends" are invalidated because we live in a culture where we're treated as if we don't matter? And how many may pass, never knowing?

And so I made this blog to share my own experiences and hopefully be able to give people the same gift that I was given. Respect. Validity. Life.

Even being able to give that to one person is enough to make all of this worth it to me.

A Note On Spirituality...

Just so everyone knows, I'm not a spiritual or religious person. I take a purely psychological approach to plurality and believe in spiritual and religious experiences people have as psychological phenomena.

Having said that, all spiritual headmates are all welcome here. Even if I don't believe in spirits or souls, I view every spiritual headmate as a valid person deserving of the same respect and love as any other.

I also believe that the right to define our spiritual and religious beliefs is fundamental to plural culture. That it can't just be singlets who are allowed to decide what religions are or are not valid. And I think our right to religion is something worth fighting for.

My CAI Chatbots

(Note: These links only work if you're logged in to character.ai)

Anna and Galladin (Tulpamancer and Tulpa chatbots)

Nin - Worldmaker (Your AI assistant for building and developing Wonderlands and Inner Worlds.)

Signature Posts

Studies and Research into Endogenic Systems

My Resources:

How To Know If Your Imaginary Friend Is Sentient

All The Resources You'll Need To Build Your Own Wonderland, Headspace or Inner World

Our Switching Method: Ghost Switching

My Plural Theories And Terms:

Headmate Foundations

Headmate Manifestations

Plural Coining: Ephemerals

Plural Coining: Attunement

VR, Plurality and Virtugenic Systems

The Plurality of... :

The Plurality of... Batman (Failsafe)

The Plurality of... Diones (Skyward)

The Plurality of... The Hybrid Chronicles: What's Left of Me

The Plurality of... Blue Beetle (Movie)

The Plurality of... Avatar: The Last Airbender

Our Plural Writing Resources

Ghost on Writing Plural Kids

Hiveminds and Multiplicity

Syscourse And Other Stuff:

Endogenic Syscourse Primer

Why I Identify As a Tulpa

The Future of Plurality

Actually Anti-Misinformation: “System Hopping Was a RAMCOA term Appropriated and Bastardized From RAMCOA survivors.”

An Anti-Endo's Playbook

Debunking Imitated DID Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

...

Reblogs are appreciated. Don't feel weird about it! Posts here on Tumblr live or die on their reblogs. I'm not asking you to reblog my posts. That seems weird. But after getting an anon that mentioned being worried about derailing a post with something they wanted to add, and another ask that apologized for reblogging my content too much, I felt this was necessary to say. If you like a post and want to reblog it, do it! If you want to add something even tangentially related to the topic, add it! You have my full permission to reblog my content as much as you want! (And I'd encourage you to reblog from other plural creators you enjoy as well!)

Thank you all for the support!

#pluralgang #plural #tulpa #endogenic #plurality #imaginary friend #imaginary friends #pro endo #pro endogenic #system stuff #actually plural #systems #system #plural system #multiplicity #endogenic system #tulpamancy #endo safe #plural terms #actually a system

[teecupangel]

I've been checking this game called Shipwrecked 64 and there's this section in the game where you use something like the Eagle Vision and you could use it for the rest of the game in some areas, I wanna see your thoughts on this because the entire time I was thinking of AC

You know what would be fun, nonny?

If we set up the core setting of Shipwrecked 64 to a game that Abstergo developed and released for a limited time.

It was meant to be the Entertainment Division’s first game using a prototype VR system that would later be developed as the Animus gaming console (that’s what they tell the public but it’s not true. The VR system was created using the Animus as the base but they later scrapped it and just modified the Animus).

But the game itself was in development hell for so long, only later having a limited release after the Animus’ first game (Liberation) proved to be successful. It came with a 10% discount voucher that the players can use when preordering Abstergo Entertainment’s next game “Pirates of Nightmare”.

Of course, because this is Abstergo and they’re scummy, the voucher is only available for PREORDER and will expire the moment the game is released.

The game wasn’t even given a digital release with Abstergo going for the physical copy first then just… never bothering to do a digital release because they were betting that Pirates of Nightmares would be so successful no one would remember that weird short 2D platformer that Abstergo released between two major games.

And it sorta worked.

The game wasn’t even played all that much. It was cheaper because it was short and the controls were clunky as it was created for the prototype. Abstergo only did the bare minimum to port it to the latest Animus gaming console and players can’t even access it IF they have one of the newer models (specifically the models released for “Triumph of the Borgias” onward) because it’s not backwards compatible.

Then… a Game Preservation group called “Shipwrecked 17 Recovery Crew” released an emulator that can play it even for the latest model of the Animus gaming console. They released it for free with the emulator saying “if you enjoy this game, please consider donating to the [a link that takes people to one of the site that archives all video games with a list of video games that have not been archived or preserved yet]”. There’s no request for monetization at all so Abstergo isn’t exactly keen on trying to take it down less they suffer a backlash from players who would say “you’re not even rereleasing it so why are you taking down a passion project from fans???”

The emulator also notes that it fixed some of the codes so there should be less bugs and would provide a more ‘complete’ experience.

The setting of the game is quite simple. The player plays as Shipmate 0, the captain of the Ship (no name was given so fans call it ‘ship’). The Ship suffered terrible damage during a severe storm on the sea and Shipmate 0 wakes up in an island and the goal of the player is to find all ‘16’ shipmates that are stranded in the island (with each having their own minigame, of course).

The normal ending would be getting all ‘16’ shipmates safely in a newly repaired Ship.

Most players assumed that it’s called Shipwrecked 17 because Shipmate 0 is counted as one of the shipmates so, in total, there are 17 shipmates.

Then… some starts looking at the code.

And they post the comments on a function called Golden_Ending().

// Unlock Subject 17. // Requirement: kill all 16 Subjects.

They believe the ‘Subject’ are the shipmates and the morbid requirement fascinated some players. Other players do not that “kill” has a different meaning in codes so maybe it’s not actually killing the shipmates ingame.

Then one player realized that they can kill Shipmates using specific methods during the minigame portion. This player unintentionally found this out while he was doing the tag minigame with Shipmate 4 (the duck). The game had been simply chasing Shipmate 4 until he takes a short rest and reaching him during that short rest. BUT if a player was to use their left hand while chasing Shipmate 4 (not during short rest) and the distance is an arm’s length or shorter, the game glitches for a moment and Shipmate 0 actually tackles Shipmate 4, staying oon top of Shipmate 4 as he slumps down.

After that, a short audio of an older sounding man and a woman are played by the screen glitches to show Shipmate 4’s profile window (where it says the actual name of Shipmate 4 is Daniel the Duck) talking about how unstable ‘Daniel’ was becoming and prolonged sessions on the Animus only had minimal effect on helping him stabilize his mind.

The glitch ends with the profile showing a different profile for a fraction of a second and it was only after a few more people tried the method and recorded their playthrough so they can take a screenshot of it later on that the players found out the second profile was the ‘session’ records of a Daniel Cross, complete with dates and summary of each session.

And now, Abstergo is trying to get everyone to stop playing, saying that the game has been tampered with or that someone modified it to include such morbid things, it was meant to be a kids’ game!

People barely cared. The mystery and the ‘horror’ were more interesting than the whole “help these animal-ish creatures get off the island”. Streamers started playing it, trying to find ways to kill the other Shipmates…

They learn new things along the way…

Like how Shipmate 15 is actually pregnant and the way to kill her is… well… morbid. Shipmate 16 can only be killed by chasing him into a specific trap that will cut him to pieces.

Every time they manage to kill a Shipmate, they are transferred to an empty bar with the walls slowly being filled with the pictures of the ‘Subjects’ that appear after killing the Shipmate, including Daniel the Duck, Robert the Rabbit, Clay the Cuckoo, etc…

Then when all 16 Shipmates are killed, they return to the bar once more but it’s now burning and there’s a Dog ‘Shipmate’ in front of them.

The final Shipmate.

The key to the Golden Ending.

#golden ending means the best ending #but in this case #it’s a lie #the golden ending means #getting desmond’s animus data #who made the game? #who emulated it? #no one is sure #the game itself was released by mistake #but it was because of juno’s cult #by the time the emulator version was released #juno’s cult had already been destroyed #is it an erudito x assassin job? #is it a disgruntled abstergo employer? #is it the supposedly dead elijah? #or is it… something else? #shrug #assassin's creed #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #desmond miles #tagging desmond miles since he is the main point of the golden ending XD

[candiid-caniine]

ugh, i want technology to catch up with my fantasies so badly but i'm ahead of my time, it seems.

there should be some kind of machine that keeps me maintained, for lack of a better word. something that auto-doms, that subjugates effortlessly, and isn't that degrading--the idea that sometimes a human can't be bothered to deal with me themselves. sometimes my superiors just want to kick back with a cold one and enjoy the show.

the base parts would be restraint, stimulation, and flexibility. want to alternate between edging and pain without straining your wrists? there's a preset for that, fine-tuned for my biometric profile. want to keep me in a stress position for time-out? restraints in multiple configurations, attachments for gags, punishment programs. need a hands-off way to brainwash me stupid, drooling, and nonverbal? strap me into the VR hypnosis rig, complete with constant low-grade teasing, and go about your evening.

i imagine being strapped into this rig on a lazy night when my dom wants all of the fun, but none of the effort, or would simply enjoy some high-quality begging. they strap me in to the restraints in a configuration that spreads my legs wide, my holes on display, then select the programming for the evening.

mechanical arms crowd in with the first implements: a slim, vibrating probe enters my ass, and another descends on my clit, teasing around it and up and down my cunt, which is already dripping. another set of arms start stimulating my breasts, massaging the nipples methodically, maddeningly, and it's a matter of minutes before i'm straining against the bonds, seeking more. they barely creak. my dom reclines on their favorite chair, watching me with lazy interest. i'm ungagged, so i know they want to hear begging, and i'm quick to start. i always beg to cum. it never gets me anywhere, though.

they laugh at me. "don't be silly, pup." those teasing arms get me right to the edge, then punish me with a sharp burst of pain: a pinch on the clit, a zap to the nipples, maybe. quick as they stopped, they work me back up again. i know this program, the basic parts of it, at least--it changes things up each time, but i know what's coming, and, sure enough, the machine starts a strategic series of moves designed to keep me right on the edge, and no further. i miss the early days when it didn't have such complete knowledge of me, when it still messed up once in awhile.

i grapple for my thoughts, the last thoughts i'll have for awhile. my cunt is still empty, so maybe they want me to beg them to fill it. i start begging for their cock, debasing myself further and further as my desperation hits a manic edge. please fuck me turns into please i need your cock turns into please fill up all my holes i want to be your little whore please gods please let me earn your cum. "you're so cute," they coo, wandering over to the machine and raising their hand towards my face. i strain to lean into their touch, but they pull away, a smirk on their lips, and return to their seat. they start playing games on their phone.

i've been on the edge for minutes now, minutes in the double digits. i start to beg them to turn it off. whatever it takes, i just want it to end. it's maddening: an orgasm is so close i can taste it, could have it if i could only lean into the vibration just a little. my dom is so close, within arm's reach, if i could even use my arms! it's around minute 30 that i start to cry, my voice breaking with every mindless word coming out of my mouth. i barely hear what i'm saying, but it's something like please sir please fuck i can't i can't i need please fuck, incoherent and useless. they pick up the remote and turn the TV on. every once in awhile, their eyes flick to me with vague interest, and i start to cling to those moments, counting the seconds until they do it again. 10, 11, 12...10...no, was it...it must be 20 by now. what comes after 20?...11, 12....

before i ever realize it, my mind is gone. all that's left of me is the bleeding edge, my world shrunk to the aching radius between my legs and the tugging thread between their eyes and mine. i stopped saying actual words forever ago. has it been hours? time doesn't mean anything to a creature like me anymore. there is only Now. they bring me a cup of water, and i suck it down only because it's what they want. it's mindless. i'm broken.

it takes me ages to register that the stimulation has stopped, that the TV is off. my chest is cold and damp--i've drooled everywhere, and my eyes won't focus. i whimper as feeling returns to my arms and legs, the restraints undone, and i spend blissful, warm, drifting moments coming down in their arms. i feel safe, and so, so tired. "good job, sweetheart," they murmur. "i'm proud of you, you know? you made it a whole hour this time." no, it was much longer than that...wasn't it??

"let's try for two tomorrow, hm?"

#denial #h/d #for genderinclusiveslut #dizzy #only barks

[danganronpa96]

And already again! (Final one for a bit)

What if Saiki and Kaidou switched places? What if Saiki was the one who killed Retsuko and Kaidou had to work through the trauama of losing Saiki? Would he be able to work through it quicker? How would he react to the next two cases? And how would he be able to prevent Hayasaka's suicide attempt in Chapter 4?

The funny thing is, I've already answered this question before in this post here!

However in that post I don't go into much detail about what Kaidou would get up to in chapter 4 so I'll give a small run-down of what I think:

I feel like Kaidou, at this point, would have more energy to want to do more dangerous things like the VR world, seeing as they would have a potential beneficial pay-off to their investigation on Nesos. When he gets the hallucinations (probably being Saiki, some friends and some family members), with his past use of 'playing pretend' we shall say, he either gets caught up in the grief, or actually manages to see past it. Or, funny third option, play alongside the hallucinations.

And you do bring up an interesting point about the whole thing between Hayasaka and Saiki, since his interference was riding on the use his powers (that I can know freely talk about since ch5 daily exists). However, I would either change the person saving him to either Kurumada or Brian, or perhaps Kaidou would've stepped in with his own methods, aka lunging towards Hayasaka and tackling him to the ground 👍(maybe Hayasaka would receive minor injury in this scenario)

But like I said in that post, I don't think Kaidou would have much effect on the chapter 4 case. He might provide Latte with a safer alibi if the two were enjoying some mother-son moments the night before, but that's really it.

#kaidou is so silly and so guyfailure #I feel like I'd end up doing a mixture of development and jokes for him #then again I sort of do that with most characters anyway lol

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Hi! First off I love you're writing your very talented! And second how do you think the riddlers would react to finding out they have a teenage daughter they never knew about (how inherited there smarts and sass)and something happened to the mom so they have nowhere to go so they track him down.

Oh geez it’s dad angst time😂 this is just a bunch of boys dealing with the younger versions of themselves. Also sorry this took so long anon!

The riddlers finding out they have a teenage daughter

Warning:mentions of death

Arkham

It was out of pure annoyance when he actually answers the phone after 13 missed calls from Jonathan crane.

So when Jon casually invites him over saying he needs talk to him he’s even more miffed. And then he finds this kid having tea with the dr, who the hell was she-?

“Ah Edward so nice of you to join us,this wonderful young lady has been trying to find some way to reach you.”

The her in question was a rather well put together 16 year old girl who was like a mirror of his younger years. She certainly had his eyes. Eleanor,her name was Eleanor

He’s not stupid and he puts two together quite easily.

Mom gone to cancer,the youngster was left in Gotham to survive on her own with only the understanding that he was her father. Her mother had apparently kept his tie from the fateful evening.

Apart of him him tells himself to just not bother with her,the other stronger side tells him not to be his father

Things are tense at first with moving in. He’s never really shared a space before with anyone so he’s avoidant at first. Not thinking she’s going to be much help with his projects

He is completely surprised when he finds out she knows her way around electronics

But then he realizes the kid has his photographic memory. And his sass……

“When was the last time you took a shower?” “Please explain to me a how a shower will improve any of my plans.” “Simple: you’ll stop me from dying from gross sewer dad smell.”

It irritates the hell out of him but when she start’s jabbing at the other rouges he’s a proud man.

They bond over getting work done,so much time lost yet there making up for it real quick

She created a rather wacky Rubik’s cube that left Batman puzzled for at least two days

Of course he got a kick out of taunting the dork knight while also genuinely being proud of his daughter

It’s hard to get used to hearing the word “dad” in relation to him but it’s a title he “humbly” accepts in the end

BTAS

He received a knock on his door one extremely sunny morning

Gina found him after his “reformation” and partnership with wacko toys was announced to the public. It wasn’t hard tracking down a man in the spotlight

Edward is of course absolutely stunned by the realization.

To his understanding the girl from metropolis knew the basics of his criminal career. The off traps and puzzles were something well known outside of the city.

He feels out of obligation to take her in,I mean he’s a villain but not a monster. Kid gets say down with some hot coco

Of course when he is brought back to Arkham the poor kid is quick to go and visit him and calm him down as well as work on a way to get him out

He’s rather surprised when he get broken out by jervis and Jonathan and they have him a letter from his prodigy with little xoxo’s and detailed escape plans

When he does get home he pretty much is dead set on teaching her everything he possibly can,how he got the virtual reality set up to work,his more simple traps

Of course just like her dear old dad she’s quick to design some of her own.

“A nothing machine that actually does something……. Out of the box but I adore the ingenuity.” “At least it’s more safe than the vr incident”

BTAA

It was another day of Eddie not being able to figure something out using the box method,unfortunately sticking two nuclear bombs and a tricycle and an old Macintosh in the box just wasn’t cutting it that day.

Cue Tuesday getting a phone call from Miss autumn at the behest of scarecrow

“Hey Eddie do you have any kids you forgot to tell me about?? “No….why?�� “Oh geez”

He’s basically the surprised pikachu face meme when he meets Tina,kid was smart enough to get the drug king pin of Gotham to listen to her.

She looks so much like him!!

Of course he’s still skeptical! I mean any kid can just say there his! (But still!)

That completely disappears when the kid creates her own gizmos that rival her fathers

Of course rivaling his intellect means also rivaling his ability sass and make fun of everyone else

“A toaster with a tv screen?” “I know,I know not my best work.” “Well duh coulda thrown it in Gotham harbor and it would be more useful.”

Of course him and her quickly put their collective mind brains together and craft some rather complex new plans

Tuesday is totally chill with her around especially considering she’s able to chill him out when he’s suffering from writers block

Really Edward just got another child on top of already having miss Tuesday. He loves his two daughters from their two different origins

Zero year

Moira visited his cell at Arkham shortly after his defeat at zero year

He was already not in the mood for visitors until the determined teen calls him an idiot in a lime colored pimp suit

Hey! He doesn’t need some red headed brat coming in to his cell like she owns the place!

Oh wait…….

Let’s just say that he smartens up real quick to what’s going on.

Initially wants to tell the kid to bug off,he’s got a criminal career to succeed in but she’s quick to point out he doesn’t have anything right now

So they come to an agreement: get him outta there and he’ll maybe let her crash with him for awhile

So color him surprised when she gets him out safe with minimal bruising

Hell she’s pretty damm smart he has to admit,she certainly didn’t get it from her mother

He does ask eventually what became of his ex,a car crash left the poor kid with barely much. He was kinda her best and only option go figure

He’s snarky with the kid for awhile,of course she’s very quick to throw it right back at him

But they quickly start to getting together quite well especially when they DO get into a fight and quickly realize how stupid it was to begin with

I mean c’mon,kid could probably rule Gotham in less than a week. She’s not someone he wants to scorn

She’s a pretty smart kid he guesses (he totally loves her he’s just got an ego)

#batman #x reader #batman rouges #headcanon #the riddler #arkhamverse #asks #arkham riddler #batman arkham series #batman the audio adventures #batman the animated series #zero year riddler

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I hate standalone VR headsets for a few reasons

- any successful headset that comes out that's standalone will only push out more innovative in the standalone space, instead of anything that could go towards the theoretically infinitely upgradable base-station tracking ecosystem (which is a fairly open standard too)

- most standalone headsets do not support a lossless method of transmitting video from a PC. which is fine if the compressions not too noticeable or bad, but it still bothers me in the same way that listening to music on a site like youtube does- in that i could potentially be getting a better experience with 1 simple change.

- some standalone headsets are trying to be more of an AR headset instead of something made to put you in a completely made up virtual world. like people have already given up on virtual reality despite its endless possibilities, and just want to shove ads right into your eyeballs in the Real World.

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Ending 2: An Impossible Marriage

Summary: You make a choice and stay.

Notes: dress: https://www.pinterest.de/pin/126804545731814051/

Taglist: @majesticwren@obsessiveformiyatwins @bpdst-massacre @padfooteyes@lj127 @bitem4rked @cl-0-vr @chattylurker @levithestripper @a-beaverhousen (hmu to be added to any taglist!)

Part 1 / Ending 1 | Masterlist | my requests are OPEN!

You woke up with a start in the middle of the night, not remembering where you were immediately. For a moment, the soft sheets under your hands felt like a trap, until you spotted Aemond next to you, sleeping.

You’d never seen him sleep before. Somehow, it was strange to see him so peaceful. Aemond had never been peace, even as a child. And yet, it looked like he hadn’t seen a lick of violence in all his days.

It wasn’t true. You felt cold suddenly, and the fact that you had woken up felt like a sign. You couldn’t kill Aemond, and this night would always be a weakness. But you could still fight. You could still try to make good what you’d done, for your Queen.

Somehow, you knew that leaving now would be a better revenge than whatever Daemon could do to make Queen Alicent pay for Lucerys. Daemon couldn’t reach Aemond, but you could.

Still, it felt like your ankles were in iron fetters as you slipped off the bed, searching for an escape. Instead, your eyes landed on a table, with the things on it that had been taken from you when you were captured.

They were stacked and folded neatly, arranged methodically and yet it felt like Aemond had built an altar for you.

You couldn’t do it. You couldn’t leave him.

You tried to pick up the sword, tried to put on your things, but it was too heavy in your guilty hands and clattered to the ground. You followed, scrambling onto your knees before freezing with terror. Tears pricking at your eyes, you let the blade go.

“What are you doing?” Aemond demanded from the bed.

“Leaving. Or at least, I tried. I cannot do it, Aemond.”

Immediately, he was by your side, cupping your chin with his slender hand and tilting it up at you.

“Marry me.” He asked again. “I will give you the Seven Kingdoms my love, I promise you.”

“I don’t want the Seven Kingdoms, Aemond.” You said. “I want a roof above my head, and food in my belly. The ambitions of the common folk do not reach for the throne.”

“Then I shall give you a kingdom of my making.” He replied.

“I will marry you.” You agreed. “But that means I want you to be with me, alive.”

There was a slight smirk on Aemond’s face as he picked you up and carried you back towards the bed.

“I can promise you no such thing, my Queen.”

You laughed at the ridiculous title, lying your head on Aemond’s chest. His heart was hammering underneath the skin, and you smiled.

“Are you nervous?” you asked. When Aemond did not respond, you lifted your head to look at him.

“Impossible. Aemond Targaryen, the prince of the Seven Kingdoms is nervous.”

“Go to bed woman.” Aemond teased back, pulling you into his arms.

***

The next morning, Aemond wasn’t in the bed when you woke up. Instead, a knock at the door woke you up.

Groggily, you opened it only a little, peering outside.

“The prince asked me to draw you a bath, m’lady.” A young girl said from the other side. She was holding two buckets of water in her hands, drops falling onto the stone tiles as she swayed with the weight.

Quickly, you opened the door, taking the buckets from the girl before she could protest and dumping them into the copper tub you’d spotted at the end of the room.

“I’ll help you with the rest. They’re too heavy for you.”

“There’s no need, m’lady.” The girl chirped, but you shook your head.

“I’m not a lady. Just common folk, like you.”

“The prince insisted you are the most noble of women. He must like you very much then.” She concluded.

“I suppose so. Then let us fetch the water together at least.” You replied, and the girl gave you a small grin.

After you’d pulled some clothes over your shift, she led you through the vast corridors of Harrenhal and into the kitchen, where servants were warming up water for you. You shook your head at Aemond’s excessiveness, remembering the giant tubs they had here.

He probably did not know better, the rich noble he was.

The girl stayed at your side, turning around when you sunk into the tub, but staying to ‘attend to you’. You could see that she was excited about serving a lady, even if you weren’t one, so you let her stay.

“Are you like the warrior Queen? Vinesya?” she asked shyly after she’d spotted a long scar on your arm.

“Her name was Visenya. I am a soldier.” You replied. “But that scar is from my childhood. My father is a blacksmith, and a smithy isn’t a place to run around in.”

“A blacksmith?” she asked enthusiastically.

“Yes.”

“So is my father! He made the armor for the prince, and for Ser Harwin Strong. I wasn’t even born then.” She chittered on. You let her hand you the soap and dance around you with shifts and expensive dresses, and by the end of it, she was practically glowing with happiness.

“He has had a gift made for you.” She said suddenly, dashing out of the room and into the hallways, returning with a stunning ring. A dark sapphire sparkled in the middle of it, encased by fine metalwork. You didn’t have to be a smith’s daughter to tell that this ring was worth a fortune.

“Thank you.” You said, and she nodded, leaving you in the room. You ran your hand over the smooth edges of your stay. The shift you were wearing was so white it was no doubt new, and when you slipped the expensive ring onto your finger, you felt like royalty.

“I see you received my gift.” Aemond murmured behind you, letting the door fall closed after him. His hands slipped onto your shoulders, one encircling your waist and the other holding up your newly bejewled hand.

“It suits you.” He said, gently turning you around. “My beautiful girl.”

“It is too much.” You replied.

“Not for a future queen.”

“Are you still going on about that? What skills do I even have to make a good one?” you laughed.

“You’re dutiful, and just and humble. You know the common folk, women and soldiers alike and have a heart for children.”

“I cannot read well, or know much of diplomacy. Neither have I learned anything of statecraft.” You argued.

“I will teach you.” Aemond promised. “You will be the best queen the Seven Kingdoms has ever seen.”

“Aemond.” You began. “Don’t reach for such high ambitions. Kings and Queens live and die far too quickly. Wouldn’t you rather live a quiet life?”

“You know that is not me.” He snapped.

“I know. But you cannot make me your queen. Your wife, yes, but I will never reach for that cursed throne as you wish to. Take me as I am or leave me be.”

You saw his jaw set as he thought about it for a minute.

“What about another throne?”

You rolled your eyes, but as you saw how serious Aemond was, you gave him a small smile. “Fine. You shall have another throne then.”

“Right now, I shall have you as my wife.” Aemond replied. Stepping back, he revealed a small package to you, and when you opened it, the most intricate dress you’d ever seen looked back at you.

“Which seamstress managed to make this so quickly?” you asked, baffled. Aemond stared down at the ground with no response.

“Did you…?” you began, and Aemond stopped you.

“Yes, I had it done early.”

You took your time to unravel the dress and admire the work that had been done on it. When you looked at it, you weren’t quite sure whether you were looking at armor or gown – gold embroidery covered the bodice, and golden shoulder caps resembling armor were sown on as well, with greater skill than you would ever achieve.

The gold glinted in the morning sun, and you could not imagine the sum Aemond had taken from the crown’s coffers to have this made. You supposed it was good for the Blacks.

“It’s beautiful.” You said.

“I’ll help you put it on.” Aemond replied, carefully helping you into the dress. While he was lacing it, you could hear your own heart hammering, still in disbelief that this was happening

“Did you wait this long to release me so that the dress would be complete?” you asked.

“Rumours would have spread if I’d released and kept you, love. I wanted to make the preparations as best I could.”

“Hmm.” You replied

“Are you stealing that from me?” Aemond asked.

“Perhaps I am just spending too much time with my betrothed.” You laughed, feeling your skin turn to goosebumps as Aemond’s fingers gently swiped your hair out of the way to finish closing your dress.

“You look beautiful.” He said.

“You’re not too bad yourself. Tell me, does your wedding doublet have fine gold embroidery as well?”

“Black and red was planned. Apparently, the new cloak for you is almost done as well.” Aemond replied. His fingers tapped impatiently against your dress, and you reached up to take his hand.

“Go check on it.” You said with a slight smile.

“There’s no need.” Aemond replied.

“I can see it in your eye. Go.”

He rolled it in response, but as soon as you let his hand go, he slipped from the room. His nervosity had transferred onto you, and you failed as you tried to braid your hair with shaking hands. No matter. You’d never liked the tight styles anyway.

You went for something that resembled Princess Helaena’s hairdos more, braiding the hair along your crown and out of your face. You were barely finished when the door burst open again.

“Aemond?” you asked, turning around, but you faced an unfamiliar face instead.

“My lady.” He greeted, bowing quickly.

“Who are you?”

“A messenger.” He replied. A spy. You heard. For which side?

“Go on then, what is your message?” you demanded.

“Your father. He has been beheaded for treason.”

You felt your knees give out, and the messenger stumbled forward to catch you.

“My lady?”

“Who?”

“Sorry, I don’t understand.” He said.

“Who sentenced and killed him?” you asked again.

“Prince Daemon. The sentence was carried out yesterday.”

“Leave me. Please.”

You should have expected it. You should have known that this would happen. Your brothers and mother you’d mourned when you heard of the king’s death. Your father…

He had always been complicated to you, preferring his sons like every man. Teaching them his craft, gifting them his knowledge. But he’d doted on you as well, let you run free and scrape your knees when other fathers were already marrying their children off.

He’d let you wield the weapons he made, for he knew that you loved to fight. He’d let you choose whom to love.

And now he was gone. It shouldn’t feel strange, and yet it was unfathomable. The messenger was gone, and you sat in this chamber of riches with a father you’d betrayed.

Aemond appeared silently, and you only noticed it when his arms enveloped you, gently pulling you to his chest.

There was a silent understanding between the two of you. His hands found your back, rubbing in circles in an attempt to soothe you.

“My love.” He whispered. “I shall become a kinslayer for you once more.”

You looked up slowly, your hands finding his face, cradling his jaw. You knew your fingers were ice cold, but Aemond did not flinch.

“Make him burn.” You said coldly. “End this war.”

There was a small smile on Aemond’s face as he helped you up.

“I shall raise you up into greatness, my love, and then you’ll make them all face justice yourself.” He promised.

Just then, queenship did not sound like a burden too heavy.

***

Your ceremony wasn’t grand. There was a septon, the people of Harrenhal and the two of you. No one handed you over. There were no men left that you could have belonged to.

You wore no maiden’s cloak, for it would have been a lie. And yet, when you spoke your vows, they were a promise you meant to keep.

“With this kiss I pledge my love.” Aemond said. Distantly, you heard your own voice echo his words. His lips tasted like a promise, and not that of a gentle man.

No feast followed. Aemond meant to make good on your promise, and left the inhabitants of Harrenhal to prepare your departure. Soon enough, news of your marriage would reach the ends of the realm.

You weren’t giving yourself any illusions. This marriage would be seen as a sham. There had been no time for a consummation afterward, but still, House Baratheon would likely take offense to it.

The castle was left under the rule of Alys Rivers, a Strong bastard. She had been the woman to dress you before she took you to Aemond. It was said that she dabbled in magic, and sometimes, you thought you could see a glimpse of red behind her brown eyes.

Good. That meant the castle would hold.

Aemond led you to Vhagar, assuring you that the dragon would not eat you on sight. You’d exchanged your wedding dress and cloak for riding leathers, same as Aemond, but you still felt your heart hammer in your chest as you approached the beast.

He led your hand as you touched her scales, hot under your skin. It reminded you that dragons were fire made beasts, and your nervosity only grew as Aemond helped you up the ropes and into Vhagar’s saddle.

He secured you tightly, and that eased your nerves only slightly. You heard him shout commands to Vhagar, and your knuckles turned white around the edge of the saddle as the giant beast began to move, heaving herself into the sky.

“Gods.” You whispered, trying to keep yourself from screaming, and Aemond laughed as you grabbed onto him.

“Don’t let me fall.” You threatened.

“Never.” Aemond replied, but he pulled Vhagar up, until she rose into the sky almost vertically, and this time, you screamed. After a while, you felt your fear ease up, and be replaced with something akin to exhilaration, only that the taste of danger clung to your tongue, tasting like fire.

“Make her do the thing.” You shouted to Aemond.

“What thing?” he asked.

“Are you seriously asking me that atop a dragon?” you replied, and Aemond laughed again.

“Dracarys, Vhagar.” He shouted, and the old she-dragon made a ball of fire appear in the sky. Aemond dove down, and you watched as the ground came closer, your stomach plummeting with your height. He pulled her up again, but you turned around and smacked him against his chest.

“How dare you!”

“It was fun, wasn’t it?”

“I felt like I was going to die!”

“That’s the point.”

“I don’t particularly enjoy your point.” You told him accusingly. Aemond kissed your jaw softly, as if to soothe you, and you felt only slightly angry at the fact that it worked.

Landscapes turned into a blur of green and brown beneath you, passing quicker than you had imagined possible, until you finally reached King’s Landing. As soon as you landed, Alicent Hightower ran towards Vhagar. She hadn’t seen you. Yet.

“Aemond!” she shouted. “Aegon is dead! He was poisoned in one of the brothels. You are regent!”

“Mother.” Aemond said as he climbed from Vhagar. “I’ve missed you.”

“Aemond, did you not hear me?” Alicent asked, and you could hear the panic in her voice. Then, her eyes fell on you.

“What is she doing here?” she spat.

“Mother. I got married.”

“No.” Alicent said. “Not to that… peasant. You were promised to Floris Baratheon! We have already been weakened with Aegon’s death and you do this? Have you gone made?”

“Quite the opposite.” Aemond snapped.

“I shall fetch the septon to annul this sham.” Alicent spat.

“It has already been consummated.”

“You did not.”

Aemond approached Alicent carefully, putting his hands in hers. There was a softness Alicent held for her second born that you had always admired.

“I am here now, mother. Let me take care of things.”

“Aemond-“

“Mother, trust me.”

***

Helaena sat in her chambers in Maegor’s holdfast, embroidering while her children played next to her. Carefully, you knocked at the doorframe to make yourself known.

Her eyes snapped up, and a smile grew on her face. “The steel and the dragon shall be joined, and peace come with it.” She whispered.

Quickly, you crossed the room and hugged her tightly. Helaena and you hadn’t been the closest, but she was kind and far too gentle for a war.

Helaena froze for a second, before she hugged you back.

“Are you truly my sister now?” she asked, and you nodded carefully.

“I am. But I do not know how I can give you peace.”

“Please, I don’t want Jaeharys or Maelor to sit the throne.” Helaena begged quickly. “Tell Aemond.”

“Tell me what?” Aemond asked, standing in the doorway.

“Brother!” Helaena practically squealed, flinging herself into Aemond’s arms. It was an entertaining sight, watching Aemond awkwardly pat his sister’s back.

“What was your concern?” Aemond asked again.

“Don’t put my sons on the throne. All I want is for them to be safe.” Helaena repeated.

“Aemond.” You said quietly. “This is our chance. This is how we stay together.”

“Don’t say what I think you want to say.” Aemond snarled.

“Make peace with the Blacks.”

Aemond spat, his fist slamming against the wall next to him. Helaena and her children winced, but you only looked at him angrily.

“Think about it! You are Jaeharys’ regent! You command the Greens! Why does it matter to you so much?” you beseeched. Aemond grabbed you by the arm, pulling you out of the room and slamming the door behind him.

“Why can’t you just give them what they want? It’ll safe us.” You begged.

“Don’t you understand? I want to give you everything! I must, how else can I deserve you?” Aemond shouted. His eye was wide, and you wondered if you imagined that it looked teary.

“I don’t want to be Queen! Aemond, you mustn’t give me the throne, you have already giving me everything!”

Hands shaking, you cupped his face, pulling him down into a soft kiss. The stiffness left Aemond’s muscles, and his head fell onto your shoulder. You caught him, holding onto him as he weeped into your shoulder silently.

When he looked back up, you knew he had made up his mind.

“Please, give us a chance.” You whispered.

Aemond forced them to let you onto the small council.

“As your new regent, I am ending this war immediately.” Aemond opened the discussion.

“Good, it is past time Jae-“ Criston began, but Aemond held up his hand and the man stilled.

“I will send peace terms to Rhaenyra Targaryen at Dragonstone. You strayed from your vows when you made my brother king, Ser Criston. It is past time we made this wrong right.”

“You cannot mean to-“

“I can, and I do.” Aemond said. Out of the corner of your eyes, you could see Alicent’s expression and it was an expression of… relief?

“The terms are as following: Rhaenyra Targaryen will be crowned Queen of the Seven Kingdoms immediately. All lords that opposed her shall be pardoned. Helaena Targaryen shall receive Dragonstone and Joffrey Velaryon as her ward. In return, Maelor Targaryen shall be fostered under Rhaenyra Targaryen, so that he may learn the art of state craft from her.

No Targaryen shall lose the access to either castle, dragon eggs, or be stripped of their titles. Alicent Hightower shall make amends with her childhood friend. In person. Daemon Targaryen shall pass on his sword to the heir to the throne, Jacaerys Velaryon, immediately.

Criston Cole will be sent to the Night’s Watch for high treason and the murder of Lyman Beesbury.”

For a moment, the entire council was stunned into silence, and then, everyone began talking at once.

“You cannot!” Criston shouted over the rest of the people attending. “That bitch-wife of yours has told you lies. You must-“

“What did you just say about my wife?” Aemond asked slowly. “If you honor your vows, you will continue serving the realm, Ser Criston. In the North. After what you’ve just said, you should be glad your head is still on your shoulders.”

“She will never accept these terms.” Tyland Lannister said.

“No, I think she might.” Queen Alicent said slowly. “I have come to resent the color green. My son is dead. Another will follow soon enough if we don’t stop this madness.”

“I’ll never accept these terms.” Criston snapped.

“And who asked you, Ser Criston?” Alicent shouted. You could see her hands shake from your place at the table. In that moment, everything about her made sense to you.

Alicent had loved Rhaenyra. She still did, and not in the way a friend should. It was so ridiculous that you wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. Alicent Hightower had come to resent her childhood friend because she could not love her the way she wanted to.

“My wife and Helaena will deliver these terms.” Aemond announced, and you turned around too quickly.

“Helaena? She isn’t fit.” Lord Jasper Wylde laughed.

“Out of all of her half-siblings, Rhaenyra always loved Helaena most.” Aemond replied calmly. “And she is the only dragonrider they won’t kill on sight. My wife is the only person Rhaenyra might trust that we could send.”

“Because she is a turncloak!” Criston responded.

“You are the turncloak, kingmaker.” Alicent spat, and the men at the table stared dumbly at the Queen. Criston, used to being her favorite, only looked at her in despair, and then anger. When he launched himself at his Queen, you reacted the quickest, tackling him off of her.

A splatter of blood splashed onto your face as Aemond killed Ser Criston.

“Helaena will fly tonight.” He concluded. “My lords, I recommend that none of you take any hasty actions. Otherwise, you’ll be traitors to two Targaryens.”

***

Helaena had been more than nervous about flying her dragon to Dragonstone and leaving her children behind. It had taken two hours of convincing, until she agreed, and even now, she seemed hesitant to rouse Dreamfyre.

“I don’t think I’m fit.” She whispered. You grabbed her hand, trying to comfort her as only one woman could another.

“That’s what they’ve told you all your life. But me and Aemond, we see you as you are. You are a Dreamer, carrying the gift and burden of Old Valyria. You know what must be done.”

Helaena nodded simply, helping you onto Dreamfyre.

The entire flight, Helaena remained silent. Her hands were tight on Dreamfyre’s controls, but she gave you a small smile of encouragement.

“You’ll go down into history as more than a wife.” You told her as you began your descent. “They’ll call you Helaena the Peacebroker.”

“I’d like that.” She agreed.

As soon as Dreamfyre touched the ground, crossbowmen stood in position.

“We come in peace!” you shouted. “Aemond Targaryen wishes to discuss terms of peace with Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen.”

You didn’t expect her to come. And yet, she appeared a few minutes later, Jacaerys Velaryon at her side. You were glad it wasn’t Daemon, for he might have cut you from ear to ear.

“You come with peace terms?” Rhaenyra asked, eyeing Dreamfyre suspiciously.

“We do.” You said, stepping out behind the dragon’s wing. Helaena followed you hesitantly.

“I am the Queen.” Rhaenyra said firmly, and you nodded.

“Aegon is dead. Aemond has decided that it was wrong of Otto Hightower to conspire to put him on the throne.”

“Aegon is dead?” Rhaenyra whispered. “How?”

“Poisoned. Perhaps it was your husband’s former paramour.” You said quietly.

“What are your terms?” Jacaerys asked quietly.

“Rhaenyra Targaryen will be crowned Queen of the Seven Kingdoms immediately. All lords that opposed her shall be pardoned. Helaena Targaryen shall receive Dragonstone and Joffrey Velaryon as her ward. In return, Maelor Targaryen shall be fostered under Rhaenyra Targaryen, so that he may learn the art of state craft from her. No Targaryen shall lose the access to either castle, dragon eggs, or be stripped of their titles.” You paused for a second, watching as Rhaenyra’s eyes widened at your words.

“Alicent Hightower shall make amends with you. In person. Daemon Targaryen shall pass on his sword to the heir to the throne, Jacaerys Velaryon, immediately. As a show of trust, Ser Criston Cole has been executed for his treason and the murder of Lyman Beesbury. Your Grace, do you accept?”

For a moment, Rhaenyra stood frozen, before she suddenly walked forward, completely ignoring the fact that you still had your weapons on you. Instead, she pushed past you and embraced Helaena.

“My dear sister.” She said. “I am sorry for all the suffering I may have caused you.”

“Do you accept these terms, your Grace?” you asked her. Rhaenyra nodded.

“You are truly the most useful general I’ve had.” She said with a slight smile.

“Thank you, your Grace.”

“I only have two terms in return.” She said quietly. “An apology from Aemond Targaryen. For the death of Lucerys, my dear son. And that, in time, the Greens and Blacks will be joined in marriage.”

Jacaerys stepped forward. “Princess Helaena, your husband has died, and I am not yet married. If you wish, I would marry you, close the rift in the realm and honor you as my wife.”

Helaena paled, but Jacaerys remained undeterred. Carefully, he stepped forward, until only his mother and you were within earshot.

“I promise, I will not bed you if you do not wish it. You already have children.” Jacaerys said. Rhaenyra gave him a soft smile, and your heart melted as you realized that in this moment, Rhaenyra was not thinking about her own line or his betrothal, only about her son’s kindness.

***

In the end, all terms had worked out perfectly, much to your surprise. As soon as Rhaenyra had landed Syrax in front of King’s Landing, the gates had opened, and out had stormed Alicent, completely forgetting to carry herself as a queen as she apologized to Rhaenyra.

In turn, Rhaenyra had apologized to Alicent as well. Aemond had taken longer to convince, but eventually, he had explained what happened to Rhaenyra, and while you knew she could not quite forgive him, she at least did not have him killed.

Daemon had been wroth when he returned from fighting and heard what had happened, shouting for hours on end. Often, you were convinced that you would have to break down the door to the Throne Room and kill the Rogue Prince.

He had disappeared for three weeks, and then returned to Rhaenyra the day of her coronation. You didn’t understand how he could forgive her.

While Corlys Velaryon was furious about the broken betrothal, Rhaenys had seemed content with seeing Rhaenyra on the throne, and had betrothed Baela to Alyn Velaryon instead, something even Corlys was content, though not happy, with.

What had surprised you was that Alicent had asked Rhaenyra to execute Lord Larys Strong, but the new Queen had done so with no qualms.

Helaena and Jacaerys had been a good match. The day after the two had been married, Helaena had come to you and told you all about her new husband. Already, Jacaerys had taken to loving her children as if they were his own. He fully believed her about her dreams, and Helaena was almost ecstatic when he did not call her strange after she’d rescued a spider from him.

Today, really, was supposed to be a day like every other. In the end, Rhaenyra had managed to not sour each time she saw Aemond, but she had decided that it would be better for him to take up duties away from her.

Still, in the end, she had named Aemond her hand as a sign of good faith, and also realizing that he was well suited to the task.

Thus, you became a Targaryen princess that you’d never asked to be, and by Rhaenyra’s request, Lady Commander of the City Watch.

Truly, the men did not respect you at all when you began your work, but you knew Flea Bottom better than any other noble.

After a while, they began calling you ‘the Common Targaryen’ and while Alicent and Aemond were furious when they heard, you liked the name.

“My dearest wife?” Aemond asked, ripping you from your thoughts. “Daemon is dead.”

You glanced around, making sure that there were no men around.

“Did you?”

He nodded carefully. “I promised you. For your father. Now it is done.”

“Thank you, Aemond.” You said sincerely.

“Black suits you.” He replied, letting his eye rake over your black-and-gold armor appreciatively.

“As it does you.” You said with a small smile, noticing that he looked more ladylike than you.

“My love?” Aemond suggested, his tone too suave for this early in the morning.

“I am working.” You chided. Aemond pouted like a child, and you rolled your eyes lightly.

“Fine. But you better be quick.”

He nodded, walking to the door of your solar and bolting it, before he set you on the table. You could hear your men walk past your door.

“Aemond, this is not what I meant.”

“Do you want me to stop, lady commander?” he teased, beginning to remove very specific parts of your armor.

“Fuck yo-“ you began, unable to finish your sentence as Aemond fell to his knees.

“I believe I already am.” He replied with a chuckle.

“I love you, my dear Aemond.”

“And I you, my beautiful wife.”

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