I’m here to say Roswell pisses off so many of my ocs it’s halarious
I was going to say a joke about how his ego was bigger than his moustache but then I realized how small his moustache actually was
i almost forgot about this but i need you to know i had a dream about him driving a van into my front yard and sitting in it waiting for me to come out so he could beat me up. i dont know why i have dreams about people's ocs wanting to pummel me but it is getting very annoying.
OKAY I GOT SNIPED IN A FORUM POST BC I WANTED TO SAY SOMETHING AND I HAD TO EDIT MY POST BUT I REALLY WANTED TO SAY
I LOVE ROSWELL AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Friend... FRIEND THANK YOU SO MUCH!? he loves you but mostly himself too 😭❤!? You are great this comment made my day
listen
i love a man who's personality completely matches his mustache??? I know that's weird but it's like... one of my weaknesses LMAOOOOO
PLEASE YOU DESERVE MORE OF IT
Ok but 'i love a man who's personality completely matches his mustache???' Opened my third eye and lives in my heart rent-free now!? That's exactly what in looking for in character designs, I couldn't word it any better-
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Roswell was busy with losing the reins and straps on his camel. When Gustav snorted to old man looked up and.. Smiled.
"Oy! Pancakes, how's it going?"
Gustav joined the bombsrding of questions with a delightful snort. Just like his owner, the camel seemed to like the prince.
He frowned. Roswell carefully stroke his chin as he nodded along with Prize's words.
" oi mean it's not sumething oi'd would pick up, yes. But... If yer recommend it, sure show me what yer got." He was going to regret this later hu?
Roswell eyes the rifling and digging around a wee bit too close and almost stretched his thieving fingers to the purse. Until Prize found what he was looking for.
Warrior cats.
Roswell let out his breath as he carefully took over the book. His touch was light, almost as if he was scared to damaged the cover in any way shape or form.
"Oi give it a go," he said. In a desperate attempt to sound 'not carrying' and 'collected.'
"Who knows," he added. As he couldn't suppress his growing grin any longer. Welcome in cat hell bro
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"Oh yer!" He said. A nervous tone had crept itself in his tone while his hand ran through his larded hair. The man was busy with shaving his precious (™) sideburns when his contracter had approached him. With the cream still in the burns, he turned to look at Miguel. "Oi 'adent expected yer." Obvious. "Oi get yer, yer amulet," Roswell mused. Making a dismissive gesture with his hand. Splashing shaving cream everywhere. "Yer 'ired de roi thief. Quick fingers and such!" He wrinkled his nose as soon as he detected some sarcasm in the other's voice. "It is interestin' information. 'Ave yer read: Fisherman and Merman: a love between two worlds?" He asked. Placing his hand on his side. He huffed. "All the author's words are pure gold," he defended his Merman romance book writing hero. He blinked. Then his gaze dropped at the knife, lighter then his kram. Made to stab people, not wallets.
He swallowed uneased. "Kill?" The old crook asked. The Void knows he can not even kill the rats that ran rampant in his apartment. "A..sure but ," he paused. Rubbed his indexfinger on his thumb. Meaning: duiten, money, cash you get it. "It cost extra."
And so, she awoke. Did she feel any better? Not really.
Maribelle sprawled out over the couch, eyes narrowed as she snuck a look at poor, poor Roswell. He was a big ass blur, and... why was her head so cold? So fucking wet?? She reached her hand up and nudged the cold, now-damp cloth from her forehead, grimacing at the feeling on her hands. She then propped herself up in her seat, which wasn't a good idea, either. Oh, God, she felt like she was going to-- actually...
"Am I finally dead? Where's the redhead guy?" she asked Roswell, wondering if he, too, was dead, "What's happening? ..I think I'm gonna..."
She trailed off and winced again at the pain in her head. It felt like... her brain was being cleaved in two.
"I wish I were dead. This really fucking hurts." she muttered, "Why am I here? Where am I again? Roswell--" She stopped for a millisecond. "I'm gonna throw up."
Roswell sat cross-legged on the edge of his cough. Reading one of those shitty novels (namely: 'Falling in the arms of a warrior, a heroic tale of heart lust and bravery') of his. Roswell didn't even notice Maribelle waking up at first, until she started to speak.
"Yer finally awake," he said. "Don't think so Angelcakes, 'ows yer head?' He asked as he finally put 'Falling in the arms of a warrior, a heroic tale of heart list and bravery' down. " Xander? Oh he's fetching some blankets. 'nd food. Yer got beaten pretty badly." her next words made him grimace. "Don't yer dare say puke, Angelcakes," his words sounded more pleading than an actual thread.
"Yer arm did look over bad," he recalled. Carefully leaning into her direction and looked at that bandaged hand of hers. "Yer somehow found yer way to me little kingdom," a shagged apartment, near a smelly channel. In a lousy neighborhood. " dis is me 'ome," he'd explained. "Ye can stay if yer loike. Oi mean me cough is pretty comfortable." Doubt it. "Wait wha- no! Not on me carpet!" Do it Maribelle, do it.
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"Och me? Ol lil me?" he said. Pressing his hand against his chest. Clearly intimidated by Tor. He smiled, but it wasn't an expression you'de label as happy. More the display of a wounded animal. "Oi canny believe dat oi've forgot to pay. Oh oh 'ow careless!" mmm a bit sus.
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Look, I'm not saying I would die for his camel, but... I mean... I'm not saying I wouldn't either-
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Loved his response in the "what does your oc dislike about the one above" thread. Really spot on - it would have bothered Gia immensely.
Everytime you write him to one of my characters in the forums, his accent massages my ears into a soothing little voice I play out. I get in a groove and now can't get it out of my head. Love him. <3
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Can I just say. THIS man is a TREASURE!
Drawing him was such a pleasant experience. What a face. His outfit design. Impeccable! (I desire outfits for my characters that make me feel the way I did when drawing Ros :U ) AND THE COLOR PALETTE IS REALLY Just sooooo refreshing and feels so right.
Anyways, I'm officially addicted.... and I might find a way to pay you to design some outfits for my characters eventually hahaha :,o
HDHWHW thank you!!! Nasty old.stinky man!
DHGRWH im crying, thank you again, please have my tears. My friends always, and like ALWAYS tease me that I use a lot of brown in my outfit designs and character designs in geberal and darnit they are right. I'm Fizz im 24 y/o, im addicted to the colour brown, and im proud!
SUHEA that would be a big honour! and gosh you drew him so well, like i scream at you before!? That expression and that pose holy cows!!
He's a beautimous nasty man! BE PROUD! My garbage man would fall in love! T.T
People underestimate the power of brown! It looks good!!!!!!!! I'll back you up on that any day!
:,D Again I'm so happy you enjoy the art !! I'm definitely taken by your designs, so maybe we can work something out. I'd happily draw more kiddos or even scrounge up some dollars for some outfit concepts. That's a huge struggle area for me.
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Ok to tell you the truth, I called him Dorito to a friend of mine and she read Dortio (or I miss spelled it (MORE LIKELY TBH)) and thought that Dortio was his name from then on SHEGGE
she even called him Dortio at some point and I lost my soul that day (and decided to give him Dortio as his second name)
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