#Oc: Rokas

[nekrophoria]

Failed at making a machinima, made some gifs instead.

-Anna Akhmatova, The Last Toast

[nameless-is-nameless]

beloved sad elves, Roka (left) and my PC Haven (right)

Just two old friends who managed to reconnect through a murder, a possession, a necromantic soul-crime, and an extraplanar god replacement! One of my Haven arts got a random wave of notes and it really motivated me to draw him again 🐝

[mycompanionroka]

THE MONKEY

[mithoskuu]

Had a desire to dip into the lore of my tallbird race, the Rokas

Standing approx 3m (9' 10"), these distant relatives of the Kobolds and Vobolds live primarily in the high mountains and valleys of the Dragon's Jaw mountain range. Juveniles have thick coats of brown feathers, molting into stark white plumage in adulthood. Males have a distinctive beard just behind their beak, while females tend to be physically larger.

Rokas Priests ritualistically bath themselves in a dust bath of fine ruddy soil, and are often called upon to perform rituals or recount legends. The Rokas view the great river that cuts through their mountains as a spiritual representation of life itself. More traditionalist individuals view these tales as literal rather than metaphorical, and believe the lowlands downstream of their mountains to be the lands of the dead.

Warriors bath themselves in charcoal, and are usually found guarding temples or hunting in the valleys. Some enterprising warriors make their way out west to the coastal lowlands to sell their services as mercenaries to the local human kings, they are often referred to by humans as the Bone Eaters

While generally isolationist, they do have a thriving trade with their Kobold neighbors, exchanging coffee beans and other high mountain crops for precious gems, metals, and for colorful cloth woven in the human lands

[aiyumiyeou]

... hi guys (shy shy) i'm sorry i died for a year omg i had no idea i was gone that long.... take apology doodles ;w;;;;;

i'm super duper busy w school and everything but i prommy i am still rotating these idiots in my head (and a new ninjago oc has also been formed!!!!! everyone say hi to roka he's the elemental master of twilight)

[spiralling-thoughts]

How many games has d14 won?

So this is very embarrassing..... the truth is I created district 14 and the characters related to it specifically for tbosas only and I fully intended that it's characters are involved in @majorsoapfan and @moreespressoformydepresso fix it aus because thinking any further than that would mean that my babies ruthis and Rycee 's death and I can't express to you how much it pains me to kill off my characters I don't know how do other creators do it but I genuinely can't bring myself to kill my ocs it's the whole reason why I abounded my first quarter quell fanfic because once the reality of me having to kill my ocs even those who I haven't put too much effort in sunk in it genuinely caused me to be distressed I know this is silly but to me my ocs are my creations and I put ridiculous amount of thoughts and effort in creating them so the idea of putting developing them so much then killing them off genuinely hurt me again ik that this is stupid but I can't help it okay? I get emotionally attached to things especially my creations it's the whole reason why I haven't deleted my first fics from docs and kept all my drawings from when I was a kid, so basically I created Rycee and ruthis with the whole intention that they will survive along with the other tributes and I completely ignored the canon and previous trilogy as I have fallen into a tbosas hyperfixation

But if I had to implement the canon universe id say that they don't survive the games as often and perform as bad as district 12 with only 4 to 5 victors at most, besides the malnourishment and childhood injuries their industry doesn't provide them with exposure to the elements due to being an industrial island surrounded by pollution and their industry won't provide them with fighting skills or weapons training, and the stylists won't be of help because similar to district 12 they won't know how to make good costumes related to recycling and waste management and purification of the elements and add on their green skin caused by argreen and the stylists would want to put excessive amounts of makeup on them as their green skin would be considered ugly by the capitol standards wich would lead to them having a clown like appearance in both the parade and interviews which would make the capitol citizens see them as jokes and they won't want to sponsor them, so yeah all the odds are stagged against district 14 tributes to perform well and they are as much of a joke as district 12 although much worse because the attempts to glamour them up would fail miserably and no stylist is interested in having to work for them

Sorry about all of this ranting

But genuinely thank you for being the one most supportive of this little project of mine it means alot to me

[tyzziedrawz]

References for my third character in a Fanganronpa roleplay! Bitches live!!!!!

[2129888]

One thing I find super interesting with yasashii watashi is the way that seiru says that everyone at the nationals level was on steroids with tennis and like, baseball is even more infamous for its doping scandals, but nobody ever even mentions it as like “something other teams used to do” in oofuri

omg you really made me think with this... i stood in one spot and zoned out and ran the whole manga thru my head like no wait they never actually mention steroids huh.... you would think maybe shigapo would've given one of his long-winded lectures over it or maybe even momoe's dad would've brought it up considering his experience... but no. huh that really is interesting. i wonder why? there have def been many opportunities. i literally have no answer to this besides wonder sorry

[love-like-poetry]

@rosegold-darling ‘s OC Roka Zavray. Love her to pieces 💜

[midnightwind]

I have had Lucanis for five minutes and I want to gnaw on him

put that little man in a jar and shake it

[marie-golds-bleeding-ink]

A Spread I Did

The is was a few months ago before I had a tumblr

[nameless-is-nameless]

She’s the most haunted woman and she’s about to make that everyone else’s problem 💀

Roka, a character from my PC’s backstory, designed by me and played by our rad DM @wethekeegsta

[mycompanionroka]

And they were roomates~

Alex /she/her (Right) is Wilfred’s biological mom, while Laurel /they/them (left) is the human landlord they’re living with. They met online when they were teens and they’ve been best friends ever since!

bonus parenting moments

[mania-motherofsouls]

Whumptober Day 1: Race Against The Clock

search party | panic attack | "if only we could hold on"

TW: vaguely described panic attack, thalassophobia maybe

The storm was the worst Kaula had seen since her uncle had brought her aboard his ship. The waves rolled beneath the ship, heaving it about like a child's toy. Voices hollered back and forth, but the wind stole the words the very second they were spoken. 

Kaula had only been on the ship for a few months. Not nearly long enough to be of any help with the rigging. The ship tossed and suddenly there was a figure at her back. She recognized Fishbait by his beard as he bent close to her ear.

“Get to the galley! Help Zoulo tie down-”

A wave crashed over the deck. Water surrounded Kaula, slamming into her with a force beyond any she’d felt before. Fishbait’s hand was torn away from her shoulder and she was swept over the edge. 

Kaula plunged into darkness, lungs far too empty and beginning to burn as she tried to orient herself. Her mind was spinning too fast for her to process anything. Up? Down? Too dark to tell. No sun anyway. Just needed a moment of stillness. Just one moment. Just- one- she flung out her hands and the gem on her wrist glowed.

The water stilled immediately. She was still getting pushed around, but the little bubble that she occupied was still.

Everything around her was dark. No clues which way was up, but her mind settled ever so slightly. Her chest burned with sour air and she had nothing to replace it with. Still, she released a thin stream and watched the bubbles. They drifted to her right. 

Desperate for air, she broke her little bubble of calm and twisted the water to her left, propelling herself up. She breached the surface with enough velocity to fling herself into the air before splashing back down. Just time enough to take a breath. 

Surfacing a second time, Kaula twisted herself around rapidly. Where was the ship?

A sob caught in her throat as the magnitude of the ocean hit her, another wave pushing her down. Stubbornly she fought her way back to the surface. She was alone in the middle of the ocean, a tiny life in an uncaring sea. She'd never be found. Who could possibly find one little body in the vast expanse of water? 

Her breaths came faster and faster. Faster than she could afford. She was only fourteen! She hadn't even done anything yet! That storyteller didn't know anything. Kaula, do something great? Fat chance of that, she was about to die! 

Tears streamed down her face, the heat of them the only indicator that they were anything other than sea water. Her vision blurred and she screamed curses into the sky. Got a mouthful of salt water for her troubles. How was she supposed to find the ship when she couldn't even see? 

A dull shine caught her eye and she lifted her arm out of the water. It blurred out of focus. Angrily she used her other hand to brush the water from her eyes, stirring up the sea underneath her just a little bit more to compensate for her lack of arms while treading water. The shine grew brighter. 

The gem she got from the storyteller so many years ago. The gem that let her manipulate the water. She didn’t tend to notice the glow in daylight, but in the storm…

Kaula swallowed, ignoring the salt scratching at her throat. She could use this. If she got higher maybe. Gritting her teeth against the wind and rain, she pulled the water up around her in a spout, holding herself high above the twisting, roiling waves. The gem glowed brighter and she thrust her wrist into the dark sky. Now, she just had to hold on. If only, she could hold on.

“MAN OVERBOARD!” Came the call and Roka felt the chill down to his gut. Fishbait was clinging to the side of the ship, one arm waving, sheets of rain garbling his words. “CAPTAIN- KAULA!”

His gut turned to stone as the cry went up around the ship. “Hard to starboard!”

Ruza, straining at the whipstaff shook his head. “That’ll capsize us, Captain!” 

Roka grit his teeth. Curse it all, the man was right. The ship pitched to and fro, cresting the waves and getting farther away from his niece with every dip and rise. He couldn’t stop, he couldn’t turn back. He was the captain of the ship and he couldn’t do a single thing for the girl he’d raised as his own daughter. 

“Please don’t take her,” he found himself praying. “I’ll do anything, penitence, anything, Lora, please don’t take her.” 

“Bring her about! I don’t care how long it takes, we’re going back!” 

Maybe his prayer was answered. The next wave that hit them slammed the rudder in the same direction Ruza was pulling it. The ship began it’s wide turn about, navigating through the waves as best it could. 

“All eyes not on the rigging, out at sea! We’re finding her! If it’s the last thing we do!”

For far too long, all that could be heard was the howling wind and the rain pounding into the boards. 

“Captain! There’s something out there! Starboard! Off the forecastle!”  

Ruza needed no direction to alter their heading. Roka ran forward, searching desperately for whatever it was Squinteye had seen. 

The ship pitched down and it was everything Roka could do to keep his footing, but he saw it. A light shining out in the storm, far higher than he’d expected. A column of water rose up from the sea, height untouched by the waves and at the top, perched Kaula, visible only from the waist up, but there, alive!

“Kaula!”

Her answering cry was lost to the storm, but the water funnel rushed toward them, slapping the hull and dissipating against it. Kaula dropped to the deck where K-ro grabbed her, unwilling to let her wash away again.

Roka couldn’t get there fast enough. K-ro cut the distance for him, jumping down the steps and handing off the teenager he was all but carrying to his captain. 

Kaula clung to him, sobbing. Maybe in different circumstances he’d chide her for it, but right now? He too had far too much rain in his eyes. 

Distantly, he heard Kopuno taking over orders. Good. That meant Roka could focus his attention where it deserved to be. Zoulo pulled them both into the galley, out of the rage of the storm. Kaula buried her face in his chest, and with his other responsibilities handled, Roka held her.

[spiralling-thoughts]

Seriously what is wrong with me? Why do I have a need to see other creatives talking about their art and ocs and look at other people's fanarts just to decide what to do with my OCS? Like why can't I just do whatever with my ocs like the rest of them do ? Why do I have to be scrolling through the list of channels that I'm subscribed to just to try and find something that resembles what I want to do with my ocs or give me inspiration about them? And at the same time WHY am I seriously very picky on what videos inspire me? Why can't I be inspired like a normal artist?

WHY is having ocs both my biggest torture and joy in Life?

[midnightwind]

latest sketches because I'm not being creative otherwise

haven't drawn Roka or Alyk in a while, old as balls OCs, you have to ask for more on them, I was pissed off when I drew it tho I don't remember why

and then when your friend has a prophetic dream about an OC that doesn't exist, you are honor bound to workshop the idea at least a little so enjoy Lucy, a mage whose magic steadily kills her when she uses it and whose ex-gf decided death simply wouldn't stick if she mulched a bunch of people for her beloved! Lucy is doing her best to figure out if those souls can be released without shattering them now