#rasheda

[veshialles]

am i stupid or is Rasheda like stupidly hot

[nefariouscryptid]

Rasheda 🧿

[ramblaac]

Sometimes khajiit are very cute to me, I just entered oak and crosier and Talasma first said a soft friendly hello, then sugar and sands and her ears perked up when she was waiting for me to talk

[dare-g]

Slashening: The Final Beginning (2021)

[arzeron]

I just found out there are haters of the female Redguard voice in Oblivion. Redguard women like the merchants in the Imperial City and Chorrol, as well as Maelona in Anvil are some of my favorite characters in the game :c

[xothemedia]

Bigger 1x6 | “Baby Steps”

[transzsonix]

DRAWING REQUESTS FOR PALESTINE

Starting this month I will be highlighting 5 individual Palestinian fundraisers from @/el-shab-hussein and @/nabulsi’s vetted fundraiser list. Requests will be open until the end of the month, if you donate any amount to these families I will sketch anything for you as long as it’s not nsfw, hate speech, fetish, etc.

This week I will be highlighting Rasheda Alfaiomy’s campaign (#30 on the list). Rasheda is currently supporting herself and her 20 other family members in Gaza and money raised from her fundraiser will be going directly towards living essentials for her and her family. Rasheda’s fundraiser is currently at $38,682 USD out of her $90,000 goal. You can support her and her family here.

Jouda's fundraiser (#201) $26,975 CAD out of $32,000

Mohammed’s fundraiser (#122) $8,273 USD out of $16,000

Issam Aziz’s fundraiser (#179) €28,918 out of €30,000

Sujood’s fundraiser (#155) $11,296 CAD out of $45,000

Once you have donated, you can reach out to me via tumblr messages and show me a receipt of your donation with the date on it. Please send reference images along with your request!

Examples of my sketches below 👇 

[ak1w1i]

HELP RASHEDA ALFAIOMY EVACUATE!

VETTED: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/u/0/d/1yYkNp5U3ANwILl2MknJi9G7ArY4uVTEEQ1CVfzR8Ioo/htmlview?usp=gmail&pli=1

[nine-blessed-hero]

Fate Hath Bound this Jewel to Me

CW: Brief mention of vomiting An explanation of why Kicks still has the Amulet of Kings long after Emperor Uriel's assassination. Also available on AO3

Drip. Condensation splashes down on the mossy green head. Slitted eyes flicker. Drip. Another drop of condensation collects on the white marble ceiling, sailing down to crash into silvered hair. Wide nostrils flare. Lips twitch around chipped and stained tusks. Drip. Water drops onto the scarred cheek, sliding into the eye. The orc paws at it, groaning. He sits up, blinking. Reaching up, he gingerly rubs at the side of his head where the hair is matted with blood, and winces.

The orc scrubs at his face, and blinking looks around. He sits on cold steps made of marble. Pale light from clusters of crystals show him only walls of more marble, no windows. A subterranean Ayleid ruin, then. Swinging gently in the breeze from above is a blooded spiked mace, as big as his torso. No need to guess who's blood that is… Or maybe there is, because on the steps below sprawl the bodies of a khajiit and a dunmer. They still ooze. He must have finished what the trap started, but whatever weapon he used is lost down the well of spiraling stairs. He hopes to every Prince they were bandits, not bounty hunters or fellow Guild members. Because the last thing he remembers is doing press-ups in his cell under the Imperial City to block out the incoherent ramblings of the prat in the cell opposite. What's happened between then and now is a mystery, and given his attire is still the rags the guards swapped for his good armour, the orc strongly suspects he wasn't given any pardons.

He checks about himself. There's a sack tied across his chest which contains a few coins, a paper of his particulars, stating his name as 'GonnaKick ur-Ass', and a chain with a red gem set on a gold mount which is nearly as large as his hand. There's a flicker of memory as he looks at the necklace, but it's gone as fast as the fluttering of a moth's wing. The necklace is tucked away again. He assumes he was here to get something a little more sturdy than these prison rags, so best be about it. Kicks – as fine a name as any – descends to sort over the bodies below.

–

Evening is falling, turning the waters of Lake Rumare dark as ebony as the sun vanishes behind the Imperial City walls. Kicks sits outside Vilverin in the bandit's camp, attired in adequate iron armour and eating a bowl of thin mutton stew he found bubbling over the embers of the fire. He thinks hard as he chews, thinks about what's happened to him and what he should do next. All that does is make his poor, bandaged head ache, so he lies down on one of the bandit's bedrolls.

Curiosity has Kicks pulling the necklace out of the sack to watch the flightlight dance over the jewel's facets. Strangely, the flickering flames remind him of Chorrol's mighty oak. He thinks maybe that's where he should go next. That is the location of the Fighters Guild headquarters, and he'll need to explain his absence to the Guildmaster and her second. Hopefully they don't boot him out of the guild for this indiscretion.

But first, he thinks, he should try and pawn this thing. It looks expensive. If he can get a few bob for it, he can nip into Fire and Steel before the Guildhouse and maybe Rasheda can kit him out with something better. Briefly, Kicks thinks about breaking the necklace apart – selling the small gems and the gold frame separate to the big ruby would make things easier – but then something tells him it's probably worth more as one piece.

Tomorrow, he'll see if he can find that shifty bloke they talk about in the Bloated Float, maybe he can help...

–

"Nah, mate. Don't think I can help ya here," says Shady Sam. The bloke is the epitome of 'criminal', seemingly without a shred of irony to the fact. Kicks found him loitering in the lee of a wall buttress not far from the city stables and showed him the pendant. "Sure, it's a beaut, but even at a glance I can tell you I won't be able to fence the whole thing. Couldn't even pony up enough for your, eh, deposit. Could try prying one of them emeralds off and I can fence that for a start. Or the chain. I could give you payment upfront for that." "Alright. What can you give me for the chain?" "Attaboy." Coins change hands. It's not as much as Kicks would like, but it's enough to get him a good weapon instead of the mace that's little more than nails in a stick. "You want me to have a go at getting one of 'em liddle gems off?" "No." Kicks' conviction is strong, even if he isn't sure why. "The pendant's worth more sold as one." Sam shrugs. "'S your choice, innit, mate. But I can't help yer then." He sniffs and thumbs his nose. "Maybe try the chick at Divine Elegance. She's definitely got the septims for something like this." "Thanks."

The pendant goes back into the sack, and Kicks wanders around City Isle, back towards the Ayleid ruin. Something's telling him he ought to cut his losses and leave for Chorrol before it gets much later. Something is telling him he shouldn't go back into the City – especially not the way he's planning. But there are less guards at the North East gate than the main West entrance, and if he goes via the Bastion walkway he won't have to troop across half the city, as he would from the South East gate. In balance it's safer, but still there's that nagging feeling in his gut…

–

Much as the name suggests, Divine Elegance is a genteel store – neatly-kept, with intricate tapestries on the walls and plush rugs on the floor. Mannequins stand around in luxurious furs and velvets, while glittering adornments are securely tucked away in display cases. Kicks feels like a minotaur in a crockery shop. The proprietor, an altmer decked out in a fine red dress, looks him coolly up and down as he approaches the desk. "How can I assist you?" she asks. "I'm told you buy jewellery?" "If it's the right jewellery, yes." She lifts her chin. "What do you have?" The altmer's eyebrows shoot up as Kicks places the pendant on the counter. "How intriguing," she murmurs, picking it up to study. "An exquisite replica… Yes, very high quality." "What can you give me for it?" She lowballs him hard enough even he can tell what she's offering is a joke. Kicks picks it back up, twisting as if to leave. "If I'd wanted to be insulted, I would have gone to the Waterfront." "Alright." The proprietor raises her hands in surrender, and gives him a far more substantial offer. Enough that he could walk into A Fighting Chance and buy a full set of good Orcish armour, a new warhammer, and have change left over for a horse and barding. His head spins. It would be more money than he'd ever have in his lifetime. He starts to put the pendant down on the counter. He starts to say that the deal is done. Something stops him. The words die on his lips. His hand freezes in mid-air. The proprietor raises a manicured eyebrow. All he has to do is uncurl his fingers and everything he ever wanted is his for the taking. Drop it and walk out with a jingling sack. At the edge of hearing comes a litany of overlapping voices: No. No. Stop. Don't. You can't. You mustn't. The last is a voice he thinks he recognises… His feet take a step back of their own accord, sinking into the thick rug. "I-" His voice cracks. "I changed my mind."

Then he's outside, around back, emptying his guts into the shrubbery. His head pounds, like he's had five too many on a night out. Like someone's trying to ram a pickaxe through his skull. "Citizen, what seems to be the problem?" Kicks closes his eyes, trying to compose himself. "No problem, Officer. Musta ate something rotten." It could well be true. Breakfast was a slice of dubious salted ham on a chunk of stale bread and an overly squishy pear. He stands, fingertips against the wall. The guard's eyes rake him over. "Do you require assistance back to your lodgings?" His tone is neither friendly nor helpful. "No. Thank you. I'm just around the corner." The guard assesses him again then steps to the side. Kicks staggers past, day-dreaming of a cool pillow and a bed in the Chorrol Fighters Guild barracks.

[afrotumble]

Muhammad Ali with his second wife, Belinda Boyd, and their children, daughter Maryum and twins Jamillah and Rasheda, in 1971.A.F.

Archive/Alamy

[nakeddeparture]

Nakeida Gibson MUST be dismissed from the BDF - Inviting Rasheda Holder into her bedroom was an EGREGIOUS act!

https://youtu.be/s9Ij7kT3x5w

Nakeida let a penis, a (subordinate) penis I say, go to her head! Listen. Have your say. Naked!!

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[figtrad]

Kirk Frost sends love with Rasheda with my heart with my heart

Kirk Frost He showered his wife, RafeeedaIts 49. Social networks for birthdays with many love. 'Love & Hip Hop' stars called his “soulmate” until his “end of soulmate” he shared in Instagram in a sweet message. And, of course, the Internet must say a lot about it. Related: Whew! Social Media said by Jess Hilarious about Kirk & Rasheeda's wedding (video) Kirk Frost sends the Celebrel Birthday…

[gamistuff]

Kirk Frost sends love with Rasheda with my heart with my heart

Kirk Frost He showered his wife, RafeeedaIts 49. Social networks for birthdays with many love. 'Love & Hip Hop' stars called his “soulmate” until his “end of soulmate” he shared in Instagram in a sweet message. And, of course, the Internet must say a lot about it. Related: Whew! Social Media said by Jess Hilarious about Kirk & Rasheeda's wedding (video) Kirk Frost sends the Celebrel Birthday…

[ncisfranchise-source]

@kennedycasting - If you've been patiently waiting for an all-new episode of NCIS: Origins, the wait is over TONIGHT on CBS where we learn a lot more about the mysteriously wonderful Mary Jo. Be sure to tune in for “To Have and To Hold,” written by Shalisha Francis-Feusner and directed by Diana Valentine! Our top-notch recurring and guest cast includes Patrick Fischler, Bobby Moynihan, Matthew Alan, Lori Petty, Ely Henry, Guy Lockard, Brynn O'Malley, Stacie Greenwell, Hattie Hoskins, Marisa Baram, Kayla Maisonet, Rasheda Crockett, Juan Carlos Diaz, Iman Crosson, Travis Joe Dixon, John Colton, Andy Marques, Jessica Jade Andres, Julie Lancaster, and John Wayne Constance! Enjoy the show! And thanks for watching! #ShalishaFrancisFeusner@ladydidirects@pfischler@bibbymoynihan@matthewalanofficial@lori_petty@elyhenry@guylockard #BrynnOMalley@staciegreenwell@hattie.estime@marisabaram@kaymais@rashedacrockett@juancarlosdiazactor@alphacat@travisjdixon #JohnColton@_andymarques_@jessicajadea@julielancastermorris@johnnies007 #CastingBy@kennedycasting #KrystiBaxter #MeredithGoble@ncisverse@cbstv #NCIS #NCISOrigins #casting #castingdirector

[transzsonix]

DRAWING REQUESTS FOR PALESTINE WEEK #6

Due to one of the campaigns boosted during this month closing, I’ll be boosting another campaign this week and additionally I will be keeping requests open until the end of the month.

For more info + art examples please check out this masterpost!

This week I will be highlighting Rasheda Alfaiomy’s campaign (#30 on this vetted fundraiser list). Rasheda is currently supporting herself and her 20 other family members in Gaza and money raised from her fundraiser will be going directly towards living essentials for her and her family. Rasheda’s fundraiser is currently at $38,682 USD out of her $90,000 goal. You can support her and her family here.