so Rokida is an orc who doesn’t know her origins, the earliest she can remember is a farm where she was closer to a slave as a child than anything else. When thieves killed the land-owners and burned their house down in the night she escaped from the nearby barn before it caught. She wandered for weeks, cutting and selling wood for scraps to get by. At 14 she was offered a room and free meals in exchange for some work, but on her own terms. Desperate for regular meals and a safe roof over her head, she agreed. Barely felt the crack across the back of her head before she went out.

When she wakes up she’s in a caged cell; a simple wood bed frame with straw and a sleeping bag, a bucket, and a small dresser. Three out of four walls were stone, one being bars and the door. Across the way she saw a wood elf- what did they call it? A bosmer? Either way the man was tall but maybe half her weight, even if he appeared older. She would learn she was to spend the rest of her young days in the gladiator pit. A fighting ring that made it’s money from gambling and betting and elite royals sponsoring fighters, and regularly attending for the feast and blood and gore. She shocked all when she slashed her opponents shins with the sword they allowed her, despite the wide-eyed fear obvious even in her helmet. In her opponent’s rage he charged forward, hammer over his head, and she lunged; impaled him clean through on her sword, only holding it until his life faded and she rolled out from under his collapsing body. Panting and shaking, she couldn’t even process the shocked silence over her heartbeat racing in her ears. Then an uproarious cheering broke out and snapped her up, an emerging guard making her jump as they strode up and held her arm up to declare her the victor. Then she took in the crowds, but her relief at surviving was overcome with disgust. At these people, this sport, what she had done… She nearly vomited and was quickly escorted away so the next match could take place. The Bosmer was just as shocked as her to see her alive, but from there would be her only friend.

At least until the young altmer came. Smaller than Rokida when she arrived and possibly younger, she would do everything she could to see the whelp survive, as her Bosmer friend Allias did for her. Maybe two years down the line and Rokida is placed in a holding cell to her her match after the altmer, Friedis. She could watch the match from there and shout orders to Friedis at least, but to her horror Friedis would be facing one of the three most seasoned fighters left. Rokida rattled her cell and made the walls creak as she watched, her rage boiling as she watched the fighter toy with Friedis and let her wear herself down. Until she was all too easy to cut down; and in that moment Rokida took the door clean off her cell and rocketed on all fours past the guards, hurling them out of the way as she went. The fighter had just turned from standing with a triumphant grin that quickly morphed into pure horror as the orc descended on him, tackling him and ripping out his throat with her bare teeth. Her animalistic state wasn’t satisfied; she ripped his head clean off, and stood and flung it into the booth of the organizer for the pit. A moment of panting passed in a red haze, before it suddenly broke and she whipped around to kneel down and cradle the body of her young friend. They had done this on purpose. To get to HER. She knew then she would kill the remaining champion, if only to be paraded before the owner so she could get close enough to kill him.

From there she worked with Allias to buy and convince all the other fighters she could to help them; all would culminate in the final day she cut down the last champion. The fight would be effortless for her, rage-fueled and precise, nothing would distract her. Two guards on either side of her approached, one raising her arm before they placed her arms behind her and shackled them. Steel instead of the simple iron of most; as though it would make much difference. They lead her up the stands into the owner’s booth, where he laughs in a disgusting snobby way and claps her on the shoulder. She doesn’t hear what he says, listening instead for a cue to come as she stares him down. Then the whistle, the guards are looking around as she snaps her shackles easily, tearing a sword from one guard to slice them both down in a matter of moments; sending their bodies tumbling into the pit. The old man recoils into his throne as she looks out for confirmation of the other fighters having made it to the pit. Then she turns on him, bearing down on him with one hand gripping his remaining hair and the other pressing a sword to his throat. She had no witty remark to make, only finding satisfaction in the spray of his blood across her face as she decapitated him. She turned to her fellow fighters, holding his head aloft and roaring in victory, a cry that they raised as well. By now the royals and spectators were beginning to flee, so on cue a double ended spear was thrown to her; she thrust it into the throne before planting his head on top of it.

After that it was a mad dash to escape the coliseum before the city’s guards filed in, every fighter went in a different direction save for Allias and Rokida. They donned long brown hoods and fled the city easily, then catching rides on supply wagons out towards the border of Skyrim.

In the ambush that overtook Rokida and Allias, she fought anyone who dared towards her with a sword, likely killing a handful of Imperials before finally being subdued after Allias was gravely wounded. In her pause they jumped and bound her in as many ways as they could manage. When she and the Stormcloaks were loaded up, Allias was left to bleed out. She wouldn’t have stopped struggling had it not been for the sword butt to the back of her head.

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The rest of her story as LDB is a little more up in the air still, the only part I know for sure being the Companions. But I wanted to get my ideas for her backstory down somewhere!!

One of the gang sent this uquiz to the chat, and fkskfkskfjsg I highly recommend it, it’s funny as fuck

Richie doodles bc my two current WIPs are actively trying to murder me dead.

Feat. my trans + hard of hearing HCs

al-haitham’s the kind of guy who tilts his head slightly for a kiss before you even lean in to give him one. he just knows it’s coming. expects it. trusts it’ll happen.

he’s yawning when he sits at the table for breakfast, hair slightly disheveled from sleep. he sits down and when you place the mug of coffee in front of him, his head angles a little for that kiss you place on his cheek.

he’s drowned in endless paperwork at the akademiya when you stop by to visit, chuckling when he gives you that look of despair at the all the work he has to do. you don’t even manage to walk up to him fully before he’s leaning in and waiting for the kiss to the top of his head.

he’s shirtless in the bathroom, brushing his teeth at night when you walk in to brush yours too, bumping hips with his as you giggle. you don’t even have to turn before he’s tilting his head so he’s exposed and ready for that gentle peck you leave at his jaw.

“have you ever noticed how demanding you are for these,” you chuckle one day, pressing a kiss to his cheek to prove your point.

he grunts, leaning in and burying his head into your neck as you greet him at the door after a long day. “what makes you say that,” he mumbles.

“you’re ready for one before i’ve even come close,” you grin, “what if one day i don’t kiss you?”

“you’d stop kissing me?” he asks, squeezing your hips as he nuzzles into your neck. something tells you he already knows your answer.

and he’s warm. he’s close. he’s here and he’s everything all at once. he’s all you need and everything you’ve ever wanted. he’s the messy hair of your mornings and the pouty lips of your afternoons and that shirtless back of every night. he meets you halfway—maybe even takes the first step so you don’t have to.

he leans in for that kiss before you do. because he needs you, wants you, loves you—and he never lets you forget it. so you turn your head, press your lips against the side of his head and run your fingers through his hair as he sighs in content.

“no,” you hum, falling in love all over again, “no i’d never stop kissing you.”

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Throws them at you

eulogy

furries are fucking awesome man reblog this post if you think furries are awesome

Raul💕💕💕💕💕

Back at it again

I’m happy for the little life I built for myself

We joke about how Travis “showed up to Eras with a friendship bracelet and a dream” manifested his pop star-but-actually-biggest-cheerleader girlfriend, but how about Taylor “I've been on my knees, change the prophecy, don't want money, just someone who wants my company” manifesting her glued-to-the-hip-never-not-making-her laugh-football-player boyfriend????

oops all rock (springtime edition)

i’ll be able to draw digitally again soon! ;w; in the meantime i’ve been scribbling a lot on paper…

could not wait for Soon, so i resorted to coloring it using the markup tool in default iphone photos app (don’t do that ever again)

WHY are BT shippers so vehemently against actually analyzing the symbolism and choices made for this show?

i mean i saw multiple people saying we were overthinking the vertigo poster. they were saying that it was weird to assume that Buck would fill the pining best friend role that Midge did in the original movie??? (haven’t seen the movie, i just read a few synopses)

i’m sorry, so you agree that he put Ryan Guzman in the main character and Devin Kelley as the love interest because they’ll fill those roles in the storyline, but we’re overthinking when we point out what role he put Oliver Stark in?

or when i bring up the possible symbolism of Tommy always calling him Evan, the only response i get from BT stans is “well he would tell him if he didn’t like it” or “i think it’s because he was introduced that way and that’s why” or even “i think he probably likes that Tommy calls him Evan” (all real responses i saw) and it’s like, yeah that’s cool, those are great headcanons for you, but that actually isn’t what i was talking about. nothing wrong with having a headcanon, but it doesn’t explain anything about the show or answer any of my questions.

i mean in s4 he corrected his PARENTS and told them his name was Buck, and in s6 it was used to emphasize the strangeness of his coma dream, how everyone was calling him Evan, the whole show him being called Evan has almost always been used to emphasize that someone doesn’t know him very well, how are y’all convinced that it’ll mean something different this time? i get that some people think it’s supposed to be growth, that he’s cool with being called his first name, but if that’s the goal it definitely isn’t reading that way to me.

like i wish i could see things through the same lens as these people so it could make sense to me, i just don’t get how you can willfully ignore SO many hints just so you can ship what you want.

no hate to the ship or the shippers obviously, i’m just baffled by the lengths they’ll go to in order to convince themselves that plot device man is endgame for Buck.

remembered today I have a Jeremy Knox board on Pinterest that I can add canon things to now

i love exploring new kinks with derek on j.ai!!