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honey-on-your-tongue · 1 year

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Discipline

Series masterlist Part three Summary: Jake is sent to teach you discipline within the rules of the Omaticaya, from which you are constantly rebelling. Except...he finds unorthodox methods that get you to behave. Warnings: SMUT!!! (because what else am I gonna write??) DEGRADATION. Squirting. Dacryphilia (in case you don't know, it's arousal from—in this series—tears). A little bit of praise. Jake using your body. Again, DEGRADATION because he fr treats you like a whore. Fear play, maybe? Creampie ;) Dub-con. And, uh, SLIGHT SPOILER: light aftercare :) Did I already mention Jake treats you like a fucking toy? Cuz he does. Sorry for any errors! This wasn't proofread, only pure inspiration from watching Avatar 1 for the millionth time and Raye's song Escapism.

It's late at night and you're surrounded by the wilderness, your eyes focused on a creature as it wanders through the foliage not far from where you stand. Your bow is at the ready, your eyes making an effort to see in the dark even though the bioluminescent plants all around you aid with the lighting.

"Focus on it," Jake whispers in your ear. This is his new technique to teach you: training in the dark, under the cover of night, when you hunt and are being hunted.

"It's good practice," Jake had told you, but he had every intention of using his nights as an excuse to fuck you both during the day and after eclipse.

"Watch it carefully," Jake said, eyes trailing over your delicate fingers as you grasped onto your bow, on your flattened ears, on your swishing tail. "Shoot when you're sure you won't miss," he instructs.

Moments later, he hears your arrow whistling through the air, and he hears the animal as it cries out, the sound drowned as the arrow finishes piercing its heart and kills it, right on the spot.

"There we go," Jake hums, content. "Your aim's getting better," he comments, but he knows it's only because he's not touching you while you attempt to focus.

"Should we take it back to the Hometree?" you ask, nodding at the creature.

Jake smirks, raising an eyebrow. "What d'you propose we do instead?" he asks, even though he already knows.

You smile coyly before lowering yourself to your knees, your big eyes staring into his as you lift your hands to his loincloth.

You are not surprised when you remove the item to find that Jake's cock is hard and wet with precum; he's always hard when he's around you, even if he hasn't done anything but watch you.

Your fingers trace the underside of his cock, drawing over the veins and stripes on the sensitive skin, your mouth watering at the feel of him, thick and heavy in your hand.

Jake groans lowly, grabbing your hair in his hand, tugging at it softly. "Atta girl," he praises. "I love how much of a slut you are, girl. Love how desperate you are to have my cock in any of your holes."

You can feel your arousal gathering within you, dripping down your thighs as you lick over the head of his cock, tracing the tip, drawing little circles on it before slowly taking him deep.

Jake watches you from above, his eyes mesmerized by the way your plump lips stretch around his thick cock, how your eyes water the deeper he goes, how you try to fight your gag reflex as he touches the back of your throat. He loves it when you cry, loves it when you're scared, loves it when you're so overcome with pleasure, that you can't do anything but beg him to stop.

Jake has the incessant urge to fuck your mouth, to bruise the back of your throat, to see you sob as he uses your lips, but he decides not to. He decides he'll let you give him head however you want, and if you do a good job, he'll reward you.

"You gonna let me come in your mouth, girl?" he asks, even though he's aware that it's what you want. "You gonna let me fill up your mouth and then your greedy cunt?"

You hum and nod softly, swirling your tongue around his girth. You suck in your cheeks, feeling the way he twitches as you do.

"Fuck," Jake groans, watching you, little pricks of pleasure tickling across his skin. "My good slut."

You moan against him, the sound of him calling you his anything makes you wetter.

And Jake can tell.

He raises an eyebrow, half-curious, and asks, "You like that? You like the idea 'f being my slut?"

You whine, giving Jake your wordless yes, and he chuckles. "Yeah, I shoulda known. You don't only like being a slut, but you like being mine, girl. You like that I put you in your place, and you like that I'm fucking mean about it, don't you."

You mewl, bobbing your head on his cock, licking and sucking, your pussy throbbing to have him inside you.

"Yeah, you could be a slut, just a common whore for any guy that comes 'round. But you're mine now," he hisses as you squeeze his balls, your spit coating them. "You're mine, and you won't ever be anyone else's. You belong to me. My slut. Your mouth is mine. Your ass is mine. Your tits are mine. Your cunt is mine. Mine, you hear me, girl?"

You whine again, gagging on his cock, tears trailing down your cheeks. Jake groans. He wants to make you cry. He wants to fuck you while you sob. He wants to make you beg for his mercy, and then deprive you of it.

"You're fuckin' disgusting," he tells you through clenched teeth. "My cumslut."

You slide one of your hands under your loincloth, hastily pushing it aside before rubbing on your desperate clit. Jake watches you, studying the way you touch herself; that, combined with the way you look up at him as you suck his cock, makes his orgasm rush to the surface.

"Fuuuuuck, 'm gonna fill you up," he groans. "Gonna mark you as mine. My personal fucktoy. My slut." He inhales sharply as he reaches the edge. "You fuckin' whore."

His cock twitches, his load spilling into your mouth, coating your tongue and your throat and the inside of your cheeks. Jake's fingers are tangled in your hair, tugging you closer as he pushes himself deeper down your throat, groaning and gasping, his eyes rolling back, his teeth sinking into his lower lip.

"Fuck, I love those lips, baby," he hisses as he pulls out of you. He grabs himself by the base, slapping his cock against your lips and your cheeks. "Open up, I wanna see my cum in you."

You open your mouth wide, sticking your tongue out and showing him his load. Jake grins. "Yeah, s'good, isn't it? Swallow, baby."

Obediently, you swallow his come, your cunt still pulsating, your body alight with desire.

"Yeah, y'did good, girl," he admits. "Did real good. And for that, you get a reward. C'mere."

He kneels on the ground in front of you and pulls you to him, pulling you onto his lap. He rests your legs on either side of one of his huge thighs as he kisses you, his tongue trailing over your lips, his canines biting into your plush lower lip.

Jake's large, rough hands hold onto your hips, and he begins rocking you back and forth, against the muscle of his thigh, allowing your slick to coat over his skin as your clit rubs against his thigh.

You wrap your arms around his neck, throwing your head back, exposing your throat to his mouth. He licks a stripe over your pulse, dragging his teeth across your skin before biting down, making you gasp. He sucks on the spot harshly, knowing it'll give you a hickey, hoping everyone will see it in the morning.

"Fuck yourself, yeah?" he says, guiding your hips. "If you do it well, I'll give my cock. If you don't, I'll have to spank you again, brat."

"Mhmm," you hum, nodding as you rub yourself against his thigh. "I'll be good," you promise, your nails digging into his shoulders. "I'll be good, sir."

He chuckles lowly, feeling your arousal drip against his skin, his cock beginning to harden again. "You'll do anything for my cock, won't ya, whore?"

You nod mindlessly, moaning softly.

He slaps your thigh sharply, sending a shiver of pain through you, making you gasp. "Use words, girl," he orders. "Y'know I like to hear you."

Your pussy clenches around nothing. "Yes, sir. I'll do anything for your cock."

"Much better," he says, his hands caressing up your waist, sliding under your beaded top, playing with your nipples. He watches your face as he leans down to your chest, licking your breasts, nibbling on them harshly, squeezing them harder than necessary.

You gasp, the sensations growing taut in your lower stomach, making you jerk as the pressure increases. You whine, body trembling slightly as the pleasure grows.

"Already?" Jake questions, chuckling. "We're barely starting, girl, and you're already gonna come on me?"

You shake your head. ""m-'m tryin' not to," you mumble, hips not ceasing their movements.

"Don't come yet," Jake orders.

You mewl, "I wanna—fuck!"

"I know you wanna," Jake tells you mockingly, his teeth biting across your jaw. "But you're not goin' to, y'hear me? Otherwise I can't fuck you. And I want to stick it in you, girl. You hear? If you misbehave and I can't fuck you, I'll find someone else to help me."

It's not true, of course. Jake knows it's not true; he won't go out and look for someone else because, although he could, he doesn't want to. He likes fucking you, likes the challenge, likes knowing that he's the only one who can get you to bend to his will.

But the threat has you biting your lower lip, fighting your orgasm, keeping the pleasure at bay. Jake smirks at himself. You're such a slut for him, and that's what gets him. He loves how you know that if it's not him, it won't be anyone else.

"When—ah—when can I come, sir?" you ask, voice wavering as your moans interrupt you.

"When I say so," he answers, chuckling darkly when you whine in complaint.

One of Jake's hands slithers down to your clit, adding pressure against it, rubbing circles on it, making you whine and gasp, your nails dragging against his shoulders.

"Think you can squirt for me, girl?" he questions.

You moan softly. "I-I need it inside me."

Jake slides his middle and ring fingers into you without warning, making you groan, and he allows his thumb to fall against your clit. "New deal, kid. If you squirt f'r me, I'll fuck ya, yeah?"

You nod. "Yes, sir. Yes."

Jake curls his fingers up against that spongey spot inside of you that has you jerking, ensuring to be patient as he touches you, starting out slow and gradually speeding up.

"Jake," you beg, voice high-pitched and uneven. "Jake, I-I can't 'nymore. 's too much. Please."

He tsks. "You want my cock, don't ya?"

"Mhmm."

"Then take it. I don't care if it's too much," he tells you. "You're a whore and a brat, only for me to use. Y'understand that? I decide when you've had too much."

And he is true to his word. He makes you come once, twice, three times on his fingers, and he keeps going, seeing how far you can go.

"Jake, please!" you whine, tears falling from your face and staining your cheeks. "Too much!"

"You gotta squirt, girl," he retaliates, licking your neck. "I won't stop until you squirt."

You don't know if you can do it. You're seeing stars, your ears are ringing, your body is shaking, and you're on the verge of passing out.

But then you feel it, another orgasm, rushing toward you, ready to wreck over your body. And even as it builds, you can tell this one's different; stronger, faster, more intense.

Jake can tell you're close. He can feel the way you clench around him, and he can see the way your eyes flutter shut.

"C'mon, girl," he urges. "Squirt for me."

Your orgasm approaches, pushes you to the edge, and suddenly you're falling again, rattled by another one, your body growing limp. And then it happens. A bout of your juices gushes, soaking over Jake's arm and torso and thigh, and it drips down your legs.

"Goddamn," Jake groans, feeling your slick coating his skin, his cock quivering in excitement. "That's what I'm talkin' about."

He pulls his fingers out of you and licks them clean before lowering your weak frame to the ground.

"Are y'gonna fuck me?" you ask, breathless.

Grinning, he flips you over until you're on all fours and he's kneeling behind you. "I told you you'd get cock if you were good, didn't I, girl?" he says. "I'm a man of my word, baby. You don't gotta worry 'bout that."

Jake pushes your thighs apart and forces your back to arch so that he can see your puffy cunt, soaked and desperate for him. He uses his fingers to spread your folds and watches how wet you are, how you clench around nothing.

You're wet enough that Jake's cock, for all its length and girth, slides in with ease, the tip finding your cervix without meeting much resistance. "So fuckin' tight, g'damn."

He doesn't give you time to adjust; he's ruthless in the way his hips smack into yours, how the thrusts into you, truly using your body and not caring about much else.

Your nails dig into the ground, filling with soil, as Jake pounds you. His cock bruises your insides, his groans filling your ears as you hiss, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. He's so rough, so fucking amazing at this...He knows just how to make you think of nothing, how to fuck you dumb. You love it.

You whine, your back arching like a cat's, thighs trembling. Jake's balls slap against your sensitive folds with each thrust, his hands clutching onto your hips as he uses your cunt.

"Fuck, I could get used t' this, girl," he grunts, pushing you down, forcing your face against the ground. "Used to this pussy 'round my cock, used to you cryin' f'r me."

"Please," you whimper, trying to bounce your hips against Jake's, attempting to match his rhythm. "Please, sir—come in me."

Jake chuckles through a low moan. "Y'want me to fill ya up?"

"Mhm! Yes!" you gasp in response.

"Wanna go back to bed full 'f my come? Huh, slut?"

"Mmm! Yes, sir! Please!" you beg.

Jake keeps fucking you, ensuring to be rough with each thrust, making sure he fills you to the brim each time, makes sure he stretches your cunt to the shape of his fat cock. You wanted him to fill you? He'd fill you, alright. He'd come in you as many times as he pleased, making sure that his cum would drip out of you as you walked back to the Hometree. He would make sure to leave you unable to walk, make sure to be as harsh with you as he could. And he was determined to make you come until you were a blubbering, sobbing mess because, fuck, he loves the way you look and sound when you cry.

As your body trembles and your pussy clenches, Jake realizes you're on the verge of another orgasm, so he keeps his thrusts steady and deep, dragging your pleasure out.

"Y'gonna come for me again," he orders. "You're gonna come f'r me until I decide you've done well enough for me to fill your pussy with my cum, y'hear me?"

You nod, desperate, as your orgasm grows within you. "Y-yes, sir. Ah, yes, please."

Jake finds that he likes how pathetic you are. He likes how willing you are to give up everything else just for his cock, for him to be mean to you, for him to use you like the whore you are. And it makes him ravenous.

"Slut," he groans, slipping one hand under your body to find and play with your clit.

When you feel his calloused fingers on your clit, you moan, the pleasure coiling tightly low in your stomach, feeling like ropes knotting around each other, threatening to tear you in half.

"There!" you gasp, your entire body quivering. "Right there! Fuck! Fuck me! Jake–sir, please!"

You're so tight around him, so good for him, so perfect for him to fuck. How is he not going to take his anger out on you? All that hatred he had towards your effortless belonging in the clan, all of the ire that it caused him, he can fuck out of himself; out of his system and right into your puffy cunt.

Jake feels the way you come around him, feels your arousal drip out of you and down his balls, to the ground. "That's it, girl," he hums. "All over my cock."

You shudder, your body falling limp even though Jake keeps thrusting, his hips crashing into you.

"N-no," you gasp, trying to move away from him even though you can barely keep yourself up. "Too much! 's too—Sir, please, no!"

"Shut up," Jake growls. "Take it. You wanted this, now take it."

You mewl but stop complaining, allowing the pleasure to overcome you and wreck you, make your body shake and shudder, your nerves going into a tumultuous mess.

Jake can feel your cunt, hot and swollen, around his cock. He continues to bask in the feeling, enjoying how your muscles suck him in, how you whine and how your back bends. He's cruel, chuckling darkly as he feels your body shaking, as he sees tears start to fall down your cheeks, your face red from too much pleasure and from crying.

It makes him harder, turns him on to see you struggle to handle his cock. It's something to do with how helpless you are in front of him and his will. He can do anything to you, and you, like the whore you are, would let him; and not only can he get away with anything he does to you, you'll beg him for it. You beg for him to disrespect you, to treat you like nothing but an object, and he loves how shameless you are about it; how you get pleasure from it.

Before long, you're tightening around him once more, sobbing through the pleasure, your face against the floor.

"Again?" Jake asks, mocking you, and he hisses when you clench around him. "Mhmm, figures. Such a whore."

"J-Jake, please!" you cry, body weak and pliable, nothing but a rag doll for Jake to toss around after each use.

"Go on," he says. "No one's stopping you from coming, girl."

It's not what you were going to beg for. You were going to beg him to stop even though you don't really want him to. You don't want this to be over; you just want a little break to breathe before continuing the mind-blowing sex.

"Please," you whine, unsure if you want him to go harder or to stop. "Please..."

"Sluts don't get anything unless they ask using full sentences," Jake tells you.

"Jake, please, I—Fuck me harder. Please, Jake!" you manage, your voice wavering as you sob.

"Much better," Jake allows as he increases his strength, his cock pounding your cervix each time, making you cry out, your stomach bulging from his long, girthy cock.

You come again, squirting once more all over Jake and all over yourself, making him groan as his own orgasm crawls closer.

Your body falls against the ground, boneless, your hips against Jake's only because he's holding you up.

You try to push him away, placing a hand on his forearm, a futile attempt at begging him to ease up his pace. He pushes your hand away.

"'m almost done, girl," he grunts. "You can take it. I know y'can."

You shake your head weakly, the pleasure too much, the orgasms too many, your body too sensitive, the pain and ecstasy blurring together and making your field of vision go black around the edges.

You're sobbing, tears and spit staining your face, your delicate skin flushed and shiny with sweat. He loves seeing you this weak for him, this vulnerable, this useless...

"God—fuck!" Jake groans as his cock stiffens and twitches inside of you, his orgasm finally crashing over him, making him shudder and grunt. His thrusts grow sloppy, the sound of his hips smacking against yours stopping as he slows his pace. His come shoots inside of you, coating your inner walls, painting your insides, dripping out of your stuffed cunt and down your thighs.

Jake stays where he is, gasping for breath for a moment, before pulling out of you. He leans back on his haunches and watches his come drip out of you, admires how puffy and sore your cunt is.

"Goddamn," he groans, satisfied and content.

You sit up with effort, still sobbing, and wipe the dirt and tears off your face hastily.

Something within Jake flinches at the sight.

Maybe I was too harsh, he thinks as he approaches you. He grabs you by the wrists, gently, and you flinch.

"Shh, it's okay," he coos, pulling you toward him. He pulls you onto his lap, his eyes studying over your body, finding all the bruises he left on you. "It's okay." He carefully cleans the dirt and tears from your face, ensuring to be as gentle as he can.

Then, he softly kisses your neck in all the red spots that have been left from his bites, and he massages your hips where the shape of his hands were imprinted from his harsh grip on them.

"'m sorry if I was too rough," he murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth. "But you still did so well f'r me, baby. You were so good, y'know? The best I've ever had. You took my cock s' well. You perfect little thing."

You allow yourself to fall into his embrace, allow him to hold and coo you, allow him to caress the pain from all the sore spots he left on your body. And if he keeps you in his arms for longer than necessary, you don't say anything. And if you let him hold you for longer than necessary, he doesn't say anything.

By the time you finally return to the village, the creature you hunted is long since cold. But if anyone notices that instead of noticing how willing you are to behave around the others, they don't mention it.

And if they see the way Jake is now looking at you as you eat with the others, they don't mention that either.

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baalsamine · 5 years

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shiningbastard · 4 years

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Writeblr Intro

Basics

☕ My name is Raye.

☕ I’m genderfluid, so feel free to use any pronouns.

☕ I love to write, read, draw and play DnD! I also really like musicals and a bunch of different podcasts!

☕ I’m currently in high school, and plan to go into college for graphic design.

My Current WIP

☕ Aitherian is the first book in my (currently unnamed) fantasy trilogy.

☕ It takes place in the Aitherian Empire, in a world where humanity’s actions severed their connections with the gods, and a time of peace has begun in hopes to bring them back.

☕ The main character is Killian Alorath-Balhice, a teenaged boy who is half Seafolk, half Pointedfolk. He loves his family and friends, but is faced with the choice to leave his village to join his mother in the Empire. He also likes to write, and really likes romance novels. That’s all I’ll say about him for now, but expect many posts gushing about him.

What to Expect from this Blog

☕ Me gushing about all my characters

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That’s all for now! I’ll post more soon, but until then, stay safe, stay sane, and keep writing!

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the-rosenburg-archives · 4 years

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Last, but certainly not least, it seems I’m the last to say “hello” as it is.

My name’s Daniel Knox, the other of the two archivists in the archive. I use he/him pronouns, and am surprisingly the second tallest of the team here. I’m aro/ace, and as far as I know, the one of the only avatars in the Association's staff.

I’ve most likely been working in the archives the longest, taking many statements and surviving more than my fair share of... interactions with other avatars. But I think that’s well enough from me, so let’s introduce my respective mod.

Heyo! I’m Mod Rain, or just Raye. I’m trans masc, using he/him pronouns, and am asexual. I’ll try and be as active as I can on here, but life is a lot, so we’ll see what the new year brings.

Been a big fan of Magnus (and all things Rusty Quill) for a while now, and I’m excited to bring some fun to the story. As a note, this is all just fan work, and while we are making our own story, we are not associated with Jonny or Alex in any serious way. We’re just a couple of people having some fun.

But enough of the slightly “legal” nonsense, welcome to our humble abode! To end this off, let’s get some familiar words from Dan...

Enjoy your Stay~

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aquabreezeproductions · 4 years

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Twoleg of Thunderclan II: Chapter 6: Author's Note

It has been over ten years (eleven, to be exact) since I updated this story. I can't believe it's been that long. I started writing The Twoleg of ThunderClan in 2006 after my friend Julia (who goes by Bramblebelly on fanfiction.net) introduced me to the concept of fanfiction. We were both huge fans of the Warriors Series at the time, so after talking with her, I typed up the first chapter (version 1 of at least 4) in an afternoon on an old Dell laptop.

I was surprised and flattered by the response it got, and continue to be to this day. I mean... you guys know I wrote the bulk of the story when I was in middle school, right?! My writing has improved SO MUCH since then. And I look back on some of the decisions I made and I cringe. A pregnancy twist? Not to mention Smudge being unneutered?! What was I on?! (If I remember correctly, I was taking Ritalin at the time, so... that’s probably it.) But regardless, you loved it and still do. And so I think you deserve an explanation of where I’ve been and what the delay with updates is about.

If it wasn’t entirely obvious, a lot of the decisions I made were spur of the moment, especially before the sequel got going. I wrote Chapter 2 on my friend’s computer in one afternoon with her looking on and helping me out. That friend, Becky, goes by Yellowfur on fanfiction.net and ended up writing more fanfics than I’ve ever even imagined. She’s since written at least one play that was actually performed in real life. Isn’t that awesome? (Sure, I’m a bit jealous, but still.) Another chapter I wrote while visiting my friend Raye in Vermont, in between visiting the Ben & Jerry’s factory, of course. These writing sessions were fun at the time and have a lot of great memories attached to them, not to mention they were great ways to spend an afternoon/evening and channel my creativity, but in hindsight, they didn’t always produce the best work I’ve ever done.

But, things started to change. I got way into Avatar: The Last Airbender, and the Warriors series got left behind. I still updated The Twoleg of Thunderclan when I could because it had a following, but I wasn’t as passionate about it, and so it was updated less and less frequently. I’ve also become a bit of a perfectionist. It’s SO important to me for something I write to be as perfect as it possibly could be, so it’s probably part of the lack of updates, too.

As time went on. my attention drifted to Avatar fanfics, then to other Avatar-related things, and then farther and farther away from The Twoleg of Thunderclan. Fandoms like Law & Order: SVU, and recently Ace Attorney, the X-Files and Yuri on Ice. I started playing video games to a point where I became addicted. (I still struggle with spending too much time playing games. but it’s not where it once was.) I graduated high school, got depressed, took a gap year, traveled, then went to college and got a dog. Then I left college, went back, basically failed out and got a campaign internship, got fired from said internship, then took years to work on myself before getting a food service job that went from the start of last year until coronavirus put me on indefinite furlough in March. Miranda’s story would return to my mind from time to time, but I could never sit down and do anything more than rewrite the first chapter for the upteenth time.

In June 2006, when the first chapter hit fanfiction.net, I was only 12. I’m now 26. A few years ago, the story had its tenth anniversary- its fifteenth anniversary is next year, as a matter of fact. But now that I’m older, I think I appreciate more fully the love that The Twoleg of Thunderclan continues to get. (Do I have a fanbase or something? idk probably not.) Even the (somewhat well-deserved) hate that it gets is motivating. And I think it’s time that this fanfic gets a finished story.

I know I’m not the only writer that’s left a story to rot, and I’m not shaming anyone who has. I understand perfectly why writers do that. But over the years, I’ve felt immense guilt for not continuing the story. Sure, I’ve known what the rest of Miranda’s journey would be like, since it’s in my head. But the rest of you have only been able to guess, and that’s not fair to you guys. You deserve better.

The writing bug has finally come back to me recently- the coronavirus has left me time to think, of course, but I’ve found myself with a group of friends playing Final Fantasy XIV almost daily. One of our group is an audio YouTuber, and I’ve started to think about writing scripts for him, so keep an eye out for that (if you’re 18 or over.)

Now, I’ll do my best to update timely, and try to give you the best estimates I can. But I can’t promise I won’t fall victim to perfectionism, or depression, or real life and the stresses it entails. I’m only human, you know. But I promised myself I would finish and post Chapter 6 as soon as I could, and here I am. Here it is, after eleven years.

A quick note about the future: I’m going to be re-writing the chapters that have already been posted. The first Twoleg of Thunderclan will probably end up with more chapters, and certain plot points will be edited out or changed. (I may get rid of Mistpaw and the kits altogether.) I’m going to try to be more descriptive with the earlier chapters, and make sure everyone’s in character. I’ve also been working hard on developing Miranda’s character, and I’ll continue to do that. I never saw her as a self-insert, and I’ve been making as sure as I possibly can that she stays as far away from Mary Sue status as possible.

The definitive version of the first story will be posted on my Archive of Our Own account, so if you’d like to read only the rewritten/finished chapters, in order, that’s where they’ll be posted. I figure that’s a better way of telling you guys that there’s a rewritten chapter than just posting it over the old version on ff.net and hoping you guys notice.

And yes, the second story will be finished. And there might be plans for a third story, but that’s little more than some brief ideas right now. I’m also leaning towards ending TTOT after the second story- but a nice, complete, proper ending that it deserves, and that you all deserve. I’ll be able to give you guys more information on that when we get closer to the end of this story.

Now, the moment you've all been waiting for! Go read Chapter 6 on ff.net here, and on AO3 (when it makes it over there along with the rewrites)! If you guys have any questions/comments that don’t fit into reviews on FF.Net/AO3, feel free to shoot me an ask on this blog or my personal blog, aquabreeze, or contact me on Twitter at @zmcadler I hope you all like the new chapter, and thank you so much for continuing to support my writing.

#author posts #the twoleg of thunderclan

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Also what would've happened with Raye in a Martin Lives AU? Just curious

I have thought long and hard about this ever since I put Raye with Martin, and came to 3 ideas:

> Raye and Martin marry, everything's cute and happy > Martin returns to Raye 6 years after the Oblivion Crisis> Raye dies shortly after, by protecting Martin

I'll shove it all under a "keep reading" tab so I don't bore y'all to death

Martin and Raye marry and things are cute and happy:

> After Martin is properly inducted as the new Emperor of Tamriel, he asks Raye to marry him

> She's shocked and pretty nervous about it, and due to her nerves, she ends up asking him for some time to think about it. It disappoints him for a while, but understands her indecisiveness

> Her biggest concern about being married to Martin, is the whole emperor business

> He reassures her, and soon afterwards they end up getting married (huzzah!)

> They get Raye dressed correctly as the Empress. She finds out she doesn't get the same robe as Martin and begs to have one made for her. She wins, and gets a robe made for her.

> Raye struggles with learning how to act formally, and Martin has no idea what he’s doing as an emperor. They both give each other advice and help each other out

> Fast forward 2 years, and Raye and Martin have a child, a sweet young girl named Matielle (Matielle becomes the mother of my Skyrim vr child)

> Raye and Martin run a few formal balls every now and then, but they tend to stay to themselves unless Martin is meeting with leaders from different parts of Tamriel

> Raye likes to dance, so she almost always forces Martin to dance with her. He shyly obliges

> They grow old together and unfortunately, Martin passes away before her. Soon after, a heartbroken Raye passes away at the age of 81

Martin returns 6 years after Oblivion Crisis:

> Raye had mourned the death of Martin and took on her role as a Sister at the chapel of Akatosh (as per my regular story for Raye)

> She often prayed to Akatosh in hopes Martin would hear her prayers

> But wait! The gods have a new fun plan!!! They awaken Martin from his eternal slumber!! Wowee!!! I don’t know how this’d work out but sh

> Martin washes up on the coast of the Niben Bay mostly naked, with only his Emperors coat wrapped around him. Since Mehrune Dagon had injured him in his Avatar of Akatosh form, Martin now had a few deep scars across his body.

> It took him a few weeks, but he managed to finally track Raye down to the rebuilt Kvatch.

> Raye closes the temple early so that she may pray alone to Akatosh, but wowee surprise!!

> Martin enters the chapel to find Raye praying, he slowly approaches her and surprises her!!!

> Raye can’t believe her eyes and just, cries. She hugs Martin tightly and just doesn’t let go.

> She and Martin go on to Skyrim, where they move to Helgen and live a totally regular life. They have a child and

Raye dies shortly after the Oblivion Crisis:

This one has the least thought put into it since I like the more fluffy and happy sorta stuff with them :^))))))))))))))))))))

> Martin and Raye end up getting married and she vows to protect him with all her life

> She doesn’t want to become part of the official royalty, so she acts as his body guard. Raye always wants to protect him

> Martin gifts her a beautiful long sword, as a sign of his love and care for her (hAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah)

> With the remaining members of the Mythic Dawn still around, an assassination was planned to take out Martin.

> When the assassination attempt begins, The Blades and Raye begin to safeguard Martin.

> As they smuggle Martin through the tunnels of the sewer system (much like Uriel), The Blades get separated from Raye and Martin

> Martin is rushed by a few of the Mythic Dawn, and Raye rushes in to protect him

> As Raye fights off Martin's attackers, she is overpowered by them and is slain right in front of Martin

#thank yoouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!#i love talking about her soso much #and these questions were super good and it made me think even more about her sorta reactions to stuff!!!#thank you!!#HoK Raye #Martin Septim #Rays OCs #ray answers

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shadow-of-the-eclipse · 5 years

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2018 Year In Review

tagged by @maandarinee

tagging @thepartwhereyourun @quinquinis @saltatmidnight whoever else ants to do this, I’m no good at tagging people

(in no particular order because ranking things kills me)

TOP FIVE FILMS YOU WATCHED IN 2018

I’ve watched a lot of films, but very few at cinema, so this is literally just a list of films I’ve watched at cinema exclude Crimes of Grindelwald because that doesn’t deserve to be on a list.

Avengers Infinity War

Anti Man and the Wasp

Black Panther

Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom

TOP FIVE TV SHOWS YOU WATCHED IN 2018

Altered Carbon

Mr Robot

Sabrina the Teenage Witch

Peaky Blinders

Avatar: The Last Airbender

TOP FIVE SONGS YOU LISTENED TO IN 2018

Saints by Echoes

Bad Faith by Raye

King of the Clouds by Panic! at the Disco

Side Effects by the Chainsmokers ft Emily Warren

Rockstar by Post Malone

TOP FIVE BOOKS YOU READ IN 2018 Definitely read more Fanfic than novels, whoops.

Contagion - Robin Cook

Altered Carbon - Richard Morgan

Watership Down - Richard Adams (it’s a reread, but it’s still my favourite book)

TOP FIVE POSITIVE THINGS THAT HAPPENED IN 2018

I passed my 4th year exams which I’d managed to convince myself I failed which felt pretty good

Had some really good feedback from placements

My drawing and writing has really improved

Managed to keep in contact with old friends

Sorted out a trip to Australia next year which felt pretty good

#have fun

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5, 8, 21, 36, 40, 46, 51!

5. Which fandoms have your written fanfiction for?

I have never been a superly monofannish person, and I have written for a fair number of fandoms, but discounting fandoms that I was assigned for fic exchanges I have written for Gundam Wing, Fullmetal Alchemist, Escaflowne, Mighty Ducks, Inuyasha, City Hunter, Dawson’s Creek, Avatar the Last Airbender, Sailor Moon, Ouran High School Host Club, Eureka Seven, Steven King’s IT/IT (2017), V (2009) and due to my one lone Beronica Fic, I guess you can say I have technically written for Riverdale. About a month ago I orphaned a lot of my older works because they had become a bit incongruous with what I want attached to my name, so not all of those fandoms are still present on my AO3.

Fandoms that I’ve written exclusively for Yuletide as my main assignment are: Soul Eater, Diana Wynne Jones’ Archer’s Goon, The Girl Who Leapt Through Time, Claymore, Drive Me Crazy, and Notting Hill.

8. How did you get involved in your latest fandom?

Well this is a fun story, but it is sort of a set of factors that brought me to watch an old 90s teen soap opera in this the year of 2018/2019. I should start by saying back when I was a part of the actual target demo for teen shows I only watch Buffy and didn’t deign to watch any of those other inferior teen shows and actually counted not being a weekly viewer of Dawson’s Creek as a point of pride. (It was very much one of those “I’m not like those other girls” nonsense attitudes, oh bb!Kristen you stupid, stupid girl). I did however osmose certain things about the show because at that time, you just sort of did. So how did I go back and actually watch this show well….

The first factor was that in the back half of 2017 I had the weirdest dream, where I literally dreamed the plot of my current WIP Boy Problems for Disney’s The Mighty Ducks which I had not seen or thought of in years (God told Joan of Arc to save France, God tells me to write steamy obscure dudeslash fic, Thanks God!).

The 2nd Factor was that in like October of 2017, I watched Riverdale which I binged and then kept through to the winter finale of season 2 and then 5 months later thinking I was free (spoiler: I was not in fact free) and I started sort of following it and now I am here sort of following it week to week, but mostly mocking it while dreaming of my super gay alternative, and being increasingly annoyed with the fandom’s tendencies to make superficial comparisons to other show, a fandom trend I have always hated and that harkens back to Zutara fandom in ATLA (Zutara is not 1xr or Van/Hitomi, thanks).

And the third factor was that way back in like July or August or some time there was a clickbait article that was basically TV shows characters that should have ended up with someone else/wrong endgame pairings which I clicked mostly because I wanted to see what they wrote about the How I Met Your Mother finale (I love reading takes on the HIMYM finale, I find it fascinating) and well the clickbait article stated that Dawson/Joey should have been endgame. This intrigued me because it contradicted everything I had ever heard/osmosed about the show.

So I decided that I would watch it to draw my conclusions and to see if what I had heard was wrong (which I thought was a possibility because I don’t by my nature trust giant ship fandoms like PJo was back in the day, it’s something I still sort of keep to this day), and I was like I will mock it and at the very least I will be able to have ammo against stupid fandom comparisons and due to a shared actor, maybe pick up good screen caps for like a moodboard for The Fic that had now progressed from being a dream to a thing that actually exists.

And so I started it and as God would have it, I got invested, and now find that the Clickbait article was wrong, fandom needs to shut up Bughead/Barchie/Jeronica is not like Pacey/Joey thankyouverymuch, and I can’t use caps for a mood board because I would just cry and can’t associate anything from the show with anything else.

So that’s story about how this dumb binch got invested in Dawson’s Creek years after everyone has moved on!

21. What was the first fanfic you ever wrote?

No Joke, the first fanfic that I wrote down and then posted was a Sailor Moon/Gundam Wing crossover that was basically just a retelling of the story of Sailor Moon with added giant robots. If you are like “Please tell me it wasn’t Senshi/Pilots” I am afraid I can tell you that (The pairings were if I recall Heero/Serena, Duo/Amy (What?!), Wufei/Raye, Trowa/Lita (cause they were both tall) and Quatre/Mina (Oh Quatre sweetie, I’m so sorry)) I killed Mamoru, and Relena just didn’t exist because this was set more in the SM universe than the GW one so I just brought over the pilots. It was multi-chaptered and I wrote a chapter a day. I wrote five parts of it covering all 5 arcs of Sailor Moon.

Yes, I was totally better than those other girls as you can see. And no, those fics no longer exist online. In my defense I was 15 years old, I had not yet realized I was a lesbian and if I were to write that story now it would be Usagi/Relena because that story would be effing amazing.

36. What’s your favourite genre to write?

I enjoy a long slice of life romcom if I’m honest. The plotting of both my longest fics (Boy Problems and Living Arrangements) are the sort of stories that i love to write and come the easiest to me. I am also partial to quiet thematic characters beats and fics that explore characters putting things back together which if I can ever get back to 1xR as a ship that inspires me, I would love to do just a slice of life romance of them paralleling and finding their way back to each other. Also just cute romcom premises are always fun.

40. What do you struggle the most with in your writing?

I am so off and on when it comes to prose. Like there are times where I can do it and I love it, and other times it’s a struggle and I have to fight from just making everything dialogue (I maintain confidence in my dialogue.)

46. If someone was to read one of your fanfics, which fic would you recommend to them and why?

I think both Boy Problems (Mighty Ducks) and Living Arrangements (Dawson’s Creek) are the most apparent clear examples of where I am right now as a writer, but they are longer and the fandoms aren’t super in anyone’s face. I would say of my shorter one-shots, Save the Last Dance (Gundam Wing) and Once Lost, Now Found (City Hunter) are the most emblematic of me as a writer and my approach to characterisation. I also every once again get into to hugely stylistic gen pieces that I generally feel very proud of like Creation in Nine Acts (Avatar the Last Airbender, a mock creation myth for the Avatarverse, written before Korra was a thing but was not meant as the literal creation myth anyways) and State of IT (IT a short vignette from IT’s point of view.

51. Rant or Gush about one thing you love or hate in the world of fanfiction! Go!

I don’t know if this a thing I love or hate, but I am tired of fandom’s missives of you MUST COMMENT/KUDOS on everything you read. Comments/kudos/likes/reblogs on fanworks (not just fic) are great, but I don’t think that anyone is obligated to do any of those things. I think what I would rather do than rant or gush is to say that I think if you are a creator try to at least find comfort in validation of respecting and loving your own work. Write for yourself first and foremost. I think when I let go of the need for validation was when I really allowed myself to grow and appreciate myself as a writer. I wasn’t worried about what other people would think but just if I can read this and enjoy it and allows me a little more time thinking and writing about characters that I love than I am good, and I post it as a sort of second thought for if I enjoy it there may be others (even if it is one other person). So I guess I would leave it at that. If you’re a reader, don’t worry if you don’t leave feedback, no one is owed it and you don’t have to give any if you don’t feel that you can. And if you are writer, I would urge you to focus and write for you first and foremost and treat any feedback as a sort of treat on top of the pride of knowing you saw something through.

#ask meme #LONG POST #I CAN BE WORDY

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Keke Palmer

Cindy Kimberly

Raye

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scrapbooking but make it photoshop

some pngs used were created by @colour-source thank you for sharing your work!

#keke palmer #cindy kimberly #raye #400x640 #ressources rpg #rpg francophone #ressources avatars #avatars rpg #400*640 #collage #vintage collage #starting to see a pattern

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apollo-lovesyou · 8 months

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raye (rachel keen).

#raye #rachel keen #avatar rpg #avatars 400x640 #rpg ressources #forumactif #rpg #400x640

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no-thanks · 6 years

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lI was tagged by: @whattadragg Thank fammmm <3

Rules: Answer all questions and tag 20 people (though twenty seems excessive so you do you, ya’ll)

Star Sign: Aries, in case you couldn’t tell.

Height: 4′ 11 7/8″ Though I usually go with five feet bc that’s a long ass number

Gender: female

Birthday: April 18th

Relationship status: Singlee

Who is your crush: Lol, myself rn

Song that is stuck in your head: Pandemonium from 25th annual putnam county spelling bee (yeah, it’s a show tune)

Last movie: Uh, wow. I think the BNHA movie? (it was excellent btw)

Last tv show: Banana Fish!

Why did you create this blog: I was like twelve, why do you do anything when youre twelve

What do you post/reblog: dumb stuff lol

Last thing you googled: “qdoba near me” - ya girl wanted queso

Favorite song lyric: “I’m not standing still, I am lying in wait” - Wait for it from Hamilton (idk actually this is just a strong guess)

What are you wearing: Work clothes still

Dream job: I wanna open my own pool

Currently reading: Nothing right now D:

Top three universes: HARRY POTTER, naruto, and avatar

Last time I cried and why: legit like thirty minutes ago bc it’s been a rough couple days

A picture of me: Go like at my page, or my insta. Or I posted one not that long ago lol

Ideas of a perfect date: I’m not too picky tbh, it depends on the person. There’s a cool arcade by my house though - thatd be fun.

A fact about my life: My cat and dog are finally getting along and it’s really cute

What’s one thing you regret: I try not to regret anything sooo

First celebrity you think of when someone says attractive: Anne Hathaway

Have you ever taken a picture naked: wow yeah i love nudes

Have you ever had a crush: yes?

Have you ever been in a fist fight: Noo, unless like joking ones/recreational tackling count

Have you ever snuck out of your house: Nope

Have you ever had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back: Oh yeah

Have you ever ditched school to do something more fun: Wow yeah, my entire senior year of high school

Have you ever been on a plane: mhmmmmm

Have you ever kissed a picture: uh no?

Have you ever touched a snake: oh yeah, I once got to hold a boa constrictor

Have you ever felt like dying: a few times

Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn’t do: Uh yeah, it’s basically a guarantee I will do it then bc lol thats how my life goes

Phobia: Tape measures really fuck me up

Middle name: Raye

Are you a virgin: Nahhh

What’s yours sexual orientation: pan? bi? not straight? still working tha one out

Do you smoke, drink, or take any drugs: I think i drink more wine than water some days

Someone you miss: It’d be nice to have my Nana around

Favorite ice cream: ....strawberry, but im not a bid ice cream person

One insecurity: anything i’m not damn near perfect at

What my last text message says: “Well I’m happy you made it home safe!!”

Have you ever painted your room: Lol no, i’d have to take off my winnie the pooh wall paper first

Have you ever kissed a member of the same sex: oh yeah

Have you ever slept naked: every night

Have you ever been dumped: actually - no

Have you ever stole money from a friend: uh fuck no

Have you ever got in a car with people you just met: lol yeah

Have you ever been arrested: noooo

Have you ever made out with a stranger: .....yes

Have you ever met up with a member of the opposite sex somewhere: Yeah? I have friends?

Have you ever left your house without telling your parents: all the time

Have you ever had a crush on your neighbor: omg yes, i was like seven

Have you ever slept in a bed with a member of the same sex: Yuuuuuup

Have you ever seen someone die: Yea, it was not pleasant.

Favorite Harry Potter spell: Accio (bc im a lazy ass)

Have you ever hated the way you look: yup, but im stunning now so

Have you ever witnessed a crime: yeahhh

Have you ever pole danced: no, but i did do that cool like aerial silks thing

Have you ever been lost: lol yea, I’m kinda directionally challenged

Have you ever been to the opposite side of the country: Yes, finally

I tag (no where near twenty people lol): @razzybean, @aphcupcake, @neaislove, @lunamalfoy7, @lunanovakat, @offansandflames, @asweetapology, @queen-origami, @faith-sama-boi, @neverr-too-old

#cheers #emrayerants

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icannotweave · 7 years

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new icon y'all

i fucking love it!!! my main man :))

#jason todd #icon #avatar #@selinakylegend #new icon :)))#Raye posts

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reureuby · 5 years

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// Info Dump on Raye //

I’m finally getting these info dumps out there so y’all can find out more about my ocs!

Now I know you shouldn’t play favourites with your children, but Raye is my absolute favourite. I’ve probably given her the most thought and the most care!!!

From here on out, I’ll tag her stuff with #hok raye !!

Before the Oblivion Crisis

> Raye was born in Vvardenfell, Morrowind on the 21st day of Sun’s Dawn, 3E 399

> At a young age, Raye learnt how to fight and protect herself in the world since her family were homeless. To be able to afford food, Raye would often pick pocket people

> Her family struggled long and hard, but they always supported and cared for Raye. They’d often sacrifice their food for her.

> 3E 427, Raye decided that she wanted to explore the lands of Tamriel. With the lacking of sufficient funds to get her anywhere, Raye stowed away in a shipping crate. The boat she was on was destined for Cyrodiil.

> Upon her arrival in Cyrodiil, Raye had no money so she ended up going back to her old ways, pick pocketing people. She would also occasionally run errands for neighbouring towns.

> 3E 433, Raye was now tired of relying on pick pocketing as her main source of money. She begun to plan a massive heist, which she intended to work with her girlfriend at the time. However, the girlfriend snitched on Raye only hours before the heist was to occur. Raye was arrested and imprisoned for 6 years

> She becomes friends with another prisoner by the name of Eradras. He told her that he was only used as a scapegoat and was framed, Raye could see he was telling the truth and jokingly vowed that she’d attempt to help him if she ever got out.

The Oblivion Crisis as the Hero of Kvatch

> When Raye meets Martin in Kvatch, she initially dislikes his manner and “lacking of seriousness towards the situation”. However, when she, Martin, and Jauffre reach Cloud Ruler Temple. Raye realises that Martin is an entirely different person from when they first met

> Raye sets out to try and free Eradras from jail. She spends her time investigating the case and finds herself being threatened by the bandits Eradras worked with. She ends up killing one as a sign of her strength. Due to her lacking in fear from killing the bandit, Lucien Lachance offers her the ability to be a part of the Dark Brotherhood

> As a member of the Dark Brotherhood, Raye is sent to kill Valen Dreth in the Imperial City Prison. She meets Eradras again and slips him a small note telling him he’ll be out free soon. As she flees again from the Imperial City Prison, she finally approaches the head of the Imperial Guard and provides the evidence she had gathered which proves Eradras not-guilty.

> Now extensively tired from her infiltration of the Mythic Dawn shrine, Raye hands Martin the Mysterium Xarxes and promises Martin that she’ll get him whatever he desires as soon as possible. Martin stops her and makes her rest for at least three days. She reluctantly accepts and he tends to her care, he even allows her to sleep in his bed until she’s fully rested. She spends the day (when she finally wakes up after her 16 hour slumber) talking with Martin as he starts to decrypt the Mysterium Xarxes. They become close and Raye realises how kind and sweet Martin is.

> Raye, ordered by Lachance to purify the Sanctuary, keeps Eradras away from Cheydinhal as she regrettably eliminates every member of the Dark Brotherhood. She takes Eradras to Fort Farragut where Lachance welcomes them both to his home. Raye is promoted to Silencer and Eradras remains as a brother to the Dark Brotherhood.

> With Martin leading the defense of Bruma, Raye valiantly fought alongside him, protecting him from as many attacks as she could. As the Great Oblivion gate opened, Raye left to get the great sigil stone, more worried about Martins life than her own.

> Raye recieves a letter from Lachance, ordering her to guide herself and Eradras to Applewatch to meet him. They, however, are too late to save him and are confronted with his mutilated body. She is filled with anger and disgust towards the Brotherhood, but remain with them. She fights for the right for Eradras to walk away without punishment.

> With the heavy struggle or losing Lachance, Raye confides in Martin and tells him about the loss of her dear friend. She then vows to protect Martin however she can in order to prevent him from dying as well, she didn’t want to lose another one of her closest friends

> Raye reluctantly returns to Arquen in order to seek help from the Night Mother, When Bellamont reveals himself as the traitor, Raye manages to slay him quickly, putting an end the betrayal in the Dark Brotherhood. She is gifted the role as Listener

> When Raye entered Mankar Camoran’s Paradise, she was blown away by the land she found herself in. Regardless of how much she loved the environment, she quickly made her way to Camoran and slaughtered him, taking the Amulet of Kings from his corpse. As Raye appeared back in Cloud Ruler, surrounded by The Blades with Martin watching, she quickly and swiftly sprinted to hug Martin. She was so relieved to finally have the Amulet back in the right hands.

> She travelled with Martin and Jauffre to the Imperial City, excited to finally have Martin crowned as the Emperor of Tamriel. When the daedra attack broke out, Raye followed Martin’s instructions and guided him safely to the Temple of the One. Martin told her his plan, to destroy the Amulet of Kings and to possibly channel Akatosh. Raye begged for him not to do it, she’ll take on Mehrune Dagon herself. She yelled at him as he shattered the amulet and took on the avatar of Akatosh. When Mehrune was sent into Oblivion and Akatosh turned to stone, Raye collapsed at its’ feet, crying for Martin to return.

The New Sister of Akatosh

> Raye found herself alone with Martin, Jauffre, and Lucien gone. She didn’t count Eradras as much of a close friend outside of the Dark Brotherhood. Raye ended up staying with the newly formed statue of Akatosh as she came to grips with losing her dear friend.

> She refused to leave the foot of the newly formed statue of the Avatar of Akatosh. Raye wanted a sign, something to guide her to the next chapter in her life. She hoped Akatosh would answer her prayers. Over the year she spent sleeping and living at the foot of the statue, the Guards would bring her food and water to help her on.

> By 4E 001, Raye had realised that she could honour Martin by becoming a sister to Akatosh back in Kvatch. She devotes all her time to studying the ways and words of Akatosh. She abandons her role as the Listener for the Dark Brotherhood, turning her life away from the darkness.

Becoming the Sheogorath

> She becomes a well respected member of the Kvatch province, and sister of the Chapel of Akatosh. She was happy and content in this place and finally felt settled after the Oblivion Crisis.

> News had spread about a door in Niben Bay, Raye initially disregarded the rumours as a joke, but a part of her was dying to investigate it. A week later, she was packed and ready to venture. She was never to be seen again of course

> Raye took on the role of the Sheogorath. Her mind had already deteriorated upon entry to the Shivering Isles. It continued to slowly crumble as she mantled the power of the Sheogorath. She became heavily addicted to cheese and sweetrolls

> Raye’s only focus on her mind was Martin Septim. She would continuously talk and make jokes about him in all conversations Raye would laugh at the joke, only before becoming sad a few seconds later.

> Raye met ldb Reei, and thought she was very peculiar. Reei begged Raye to tell her about her time in the Oblivion Crisis, and she happily obliged. However, she mostly over-exaggerated things or skipped over moments concerning Martin Septim. When Reei questions why, Raye’s expression would suddenly break in sadness, before rebounding back seconds later.

#hok Raye #my favourite child #clearly she loves Martin but hish #oblivion #rays ocs #long post

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