Oliver Goebel

Whoever told me to become a professional artist, your moms a hoe.

[goebelorgohome]

I broke my knitting sweaters tradition lightly for this one, but I simply couldn’t resist. I don’t get the joke, but I’m hoping you will. Merry Christmas!

@roswellwinter

[goebelorgohome]

I know how that FBI man of yours so loves you in red, so I thought I’d make you something for that ski trip he’s planning for the two of you that the both of you might enjoy. Merry Christmas, Whitewater.

@wrenwhitewater​ 

[goebelorgohome]

Your sweater gift of the year. I tried to make one you’d actually wear this year, since the last couple have been a bit....absurd. It’s okay, I can admit it. 

Hopefully, this one is actually enjoyable, Red. 

@riotgrrrlchan​

[goebelorgohome]

As per my usual Christmas gift tradition, everyone gets a hand knitted sweater. This is yours, dearest Circe. Simple and classically beautiful, much like yourself. It hurt my colorful heart to knit something so brown, but I know it will suit you. 

-your good pal, Oliver

@circedelfino​

[goebelorgohome]

@gobblegoebel: who has two thumbs and 147 spools of yarn? This guy

[goebelorgohome]

circedelfino​:

~

Circe’s cheeks warmed with a sense of happiness, her gaze soft as she trained her eyes on his face. She’d been told countless times that she made people feel comfortable, like she was a safe space for them to be around and that she was easy to open up to. But for some reason, hearing that from Oliver meant the most to her, and she couldn’t help the smile that played on her lips, her hand reaching out to pinch his cheeks affectionately, acknowledging what he’d said without bringing it up again. “I’m pretty sure that dog was a boy,” she practically cooed, a soft giggle leaving the back of her throat as she settled in beside him, leaning her weight against his side. “I don’t trust you in my kitchen. I don’t trust him in my kitchen, either; that room is my safe space. How about I make you cupcakes?”

“Eh. Gender is a social contract. Taco Bell, however, is a law of nature.” he chuckled, letting her weight sink against him easily, wrapping one of his long arms around her shoulders “Fine, but you’re the one missing out there. I make a mean cupcake. “ Oliver reached, grabbing the grilled cheese and taking a bite “I’ll decorate the cupcakes, then. Since you won’t let me bake them. I’ll draw a tiny icing version of your face on all of them.”

[goebelorgohome]

roswellwinter​:

“You’re the best, oh my god,” Winter sighed dramatically, before a giggle escaped her lips and she was gesturing him to follow her in the direction of her house. “It’s super cool, and I’m not gonna lie - makes designing websites a thousand times easier. I might know code by heart, but I don’t even need it anymore.” She didn’t expect him to understand what she was talking about - especially because it was certainly the kind of thing that was a ‘show rather than tell’ situation. “You wanna order Chinese? I could go for some potstickers right about now.”

“I’m not the best, but I will take the compliment” he laughed, easily following her on the path “Honestly, it’s like you were made for your job. Like...literally.” Oliver observed, briefly letting his mind wander on the subject. It was true, Witner’s powers paired so perfectly with her life. He wondered if there was a job out there that he was missing that his powers could be more useful for, while still going unnoticed. Luckily, the talk of potstickers brought him back to earth before he got too deep into it. “Oh, I have the Chinese restaurant on speed dial. They know me by name. “ he whipped out his phone, dialing “Don’t worry, I know what you want. I’ll order now and it will be there soon after we arrive”

[goebelorgohome]

fletcherliu​:

✘ OPEN STARTER ⟶

⟶ @roswellstarters​ / ✘ HANUKKAH EVENT .

going outside in the winter months , for fletcher , could be quite the dangerous operation . if he slipped up and collided with the snow it was game over , the warmth that settled throughout his body thawing to unbearable temperatures . he couldn’t stay inside forever , though , and the smell of fried food alongside the string lights all around roswell’s town centre were enough to draw him out of hiding . if only for a night . bundled up with a scarf , beanie and a thick jacket he was protected from the snowfall as best he could , thick leather boots crunching against half-melted slush . “ – y’know hanukkah was celebrated in space back in 1993 ?? they brought a travelling menorah and a driedel . obviously they couldn’t light it , y’know , with the whole gravity thing , but the thought was there . don’t ask me how i know that – i’m not entirely sure myself , “ 

Oliver was certainly not Jewish. In fact, he didn’t identify with any religion in particular. So, when the holidays came around, he often found himself partaking lightly in all of the different festivities out there. As for his own place, some could say it was decorated for christmas. Though, instead of a tree, he had simply strung lights and ornaments from a skeleton figuring he still had up from Halloween. Oliver just enjoyed the festive nature of all of it. So, bundled up in one of his favorite sweaters and a freshly knitted scarf and hat, he walked alongside Fletcher. “That’s interesting. I wonder how the dreidel spun in space.” he pondered for a moment “Did you see where one of the pilots on that new Space X flight brought a little baby yoda figurine onto the space station? The little guy just floated up on in there. And yes, I know he has an official name now but I can’t stop calling him baby yoda and have no intention to. ”

[goebelorgohome]

kaspermarr​:

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kasper was straight , almost aggressively so , but there was no stopping him from throwing in a cheeky comment now and again . if anything , that played into his overly-masculine facade – it was his acceptance in being a little flirty to , well , practically everybody . “ hey , i’ve been arrested for less .. c’mon , give me a little peek , i’m dyin’ here , “ odd looks from other costume-store regulars made kasper chuckle even harder , the addition of a side eye glance from the store owner causing his stomach to ache ; if the laughter from the evening didn’t leave him with a six pack , what was even the point ?? “ next time you need to wear a hula skirt and a coconut bra . you’ve got the rack for that , “ maybe he was just hoping to see a little gonk hair .

If Kasper was aggressively straight, Oliver was aggressively...somewhere in the middle. In truth, it was rare for him to feel any kind of romantic or sexual attraction to anyone. But he had found that in the past gender had never been a deciding factor in that. He was, however, incredibly difficult to embarrass. So while he had no sort of sexual feelings towards Kasper, and he knew the other felt the same, he also felt no shame in making a few insinuating comments and jokes. “Oh, do they have one here? I think we need to try that out. You might be right, I’m rocking at least a C cup up here. With a little padding I could be...I dunno, Pamela Anderson or some shit.”

[goebelorgohome]

lauthearchitect​:

Claudia was pretty sure her look was stuck on dumbstruck. The face did not match the voice but in a good way. This should be considered a damn crime she thought and shook her head. If she wasn’t in trouble before she was now. She had to pull herself together back to being professional otherwise her reputation would take a hit. “It is so nice to meet you. It’s nice to put a face to your nicely worded email. You? A creep? No. Trust me you don’t look anything like the ones I’ve met.” Her eyes glanced at the camera and smiled. “Did you want to get started? We can head to the other room there’s chairs and stuff.”

Oliver smiled warmly at her, sensing her anxieties. He tried not to pry into her thoughts, did his best to shut them out entirely, but he still got snippets enough to know that she was embarrassed. Embarrassment was a concept foreign to him. “I think I only look like a creep when I wear purple. For some reason that color brings out the creep in me.” he joked, hoping to ease the tension “Luckily, I’m wearing green today and just look like my usual, harmless self.” Oliver gestured for her to enter the other room first. He would’ve held open a door had there been one. “Chairs might be for the best. It’s a lot more difficult to trip and fall out of a chair. Though, I must say from experience, not entirely impossible.”

[goebelorgohome]

Oliver did not typically do much portrait photography. In fact, outside of stories he did that revolved around people, he rarely captured them in his photos at all, especially not as the subject. But there was still a part of him, perhaps the piece of him that still nagged at the back of his mind that he was self taught and would, therefore, need to continue learning endlessly to keep up with others, that reminded him he should give it a shot every once in a while. While is why he was now perched in front of Wren with an incredibly pleading look in his eye. “I promise, if you model for me for this shoot, I’ll model for you whenever you need. I’ll do anything outside of nudes. No one needs to see my pasty white ass under studio lighting.”

@wrenwhitewater​ 

[goebelorgohome]

lauthearchitect​:

Surprisingly this was NOT the worst position she had been caught in. Leave it to her to be in such an unladylike position when her eyes caught sight of someone who was actually cute. Internally she wanted that light fixture up top to come down on her to save her from this embarrassment. “Oh god.” She murmured softly as she picked herself up and let out a cross between nervous and bashful laughter. “The floor seems to have wanted me on my knees today. Phew.” Curse this floor a million times and after she composed herself enough not to cry out of pure embarrassment she smiled up at the male. “Hi. You must be…” Her brain was also in cahoots with the floor when it stopped working and failed to remember guy’s name. Great first impression, Clau, great. “It’s been a long day.” Her shoulders slump over as her hand outstretches to greet him. “Let’s start over. I’m Claudia.”  ( @goebelorgohome​)

Since Oliver worked freelance, and now that he was where he was at in his career, paired with also being a person who wasn’t driven by money or success, he only took on stories and projects he was legitimately interested in. A lover of all things creative, he had taken an interest in the new architect shaking things up around town quite early on, and the more projects he watched her pick up, the more his interest grew. Finally, he had reached out to her about doing a story on her and her projects. So now, here he was, camera around his neck, recorder and notebook in the messenger bag slung around his torso, watching as she found her way to her feet, struggling not to laugh at her thoughts, even though some of them made him blush. “No worries, Claudia. I’m Oliver. The one who emailed you like a creep” 

[goebelorgohome]

thighs, ankles, feet

Thighs:  Has anyone ever called you fat or ugly?

Not fat, but several times people have called me ugly. Or thought me ugly. I get it a lot, honestly. I don’t see it. I think I’m pretty handsome. 

Ankles:  Have you ever been arrested?

Surprisingly, no. I have gotten a few light warnings in my day, though. 

Feet:  Favorite pair of shoes?

I’ve worn the same pair of converse every day of my life since I was 24. They’re absolutely destroyed but I just can’t bear to part with them. 

[goebelorgohome]

eyes, nose, hands

Eyes:  What is your favorite show to watch?

Oh! I’m a sucker for a baking show. Great British Bake Off is the current favorite. 

Nose:  What is your favorite perfume/candle fragrance?

Circe has made me a changed man. I’m all about herbs and oils and shit now. I really enjoy eucalyptus. 

Hands:  Are you an artist/writer?

Some may hesitate to call me an artist, but I certainly make a lot of art. Or, perhaps, crafts. depnds on how you look at it. 

[goebelorgohome]

Chest

Chest:  Are your maternal/parental instincts strong?

I don’t think so. I care for people in that way, but I question if I would actually have the facilities with which to keep a child alive. 

[goebelorgohome]

deadflwcrs​:

open // @roswellstarters​ *

SHE’S MINDLESSLY DRAWING, which is something the blonde does often. Picking out a random face in the room ( the prettiest, in her opinion ) and doodling away had always been one of her favorite hobbies. She keeps her sketchbook close on the table, her cup of tea still warm beside her. When Callie’s gaze leaves the paper to look at the person once again, she finds them staring right back at her. Silently cursing herself out of embarrassment, she gives them a small smile before handling them the doodle — it was the least she could do. “ I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to stare. ” Callie apologizes, her accent thick.

Running on exclusively fried pickles and caffeine, Oliver was in the cafe for the fourth time in the last 30 or so hours, sipping on his double shot of espresso while his face was buried in his camera screen, his fingers working the keyboard relentlessly. He had made a point to quiet his brain as much as possible, no easy feat, so he hadn’t even noticed Callie staring at him util he saw the paper slide towards him. At first he was confused, but he quickly caught himself up, grinning “Well, thank you. It’s beautiful. And no worries, I’m used to staring.” he extended his hand “Oliver. Pardon my appearance, I just crawled out of my cave. Reverse hibernation, y’know?“

[goebelorgohome]

cigarettcs​:

open // @roswellstarters​​ *

HOLDEN FLIPS THROUGH the pages of the recent novel he had picked up to read, mind focused solely on the words of the page, when the door of his bookstore opens and the vague sound of someone’s thoughts slips through his mind before he shoves it away. Removing himself from the comfortable way he was sitting, Holden soon finds the costumer. “ Oh, hello. ” A tight lipped but polite smile on his face. “ What can I do for you today ? And please don’t tell me you’re looking for the new Stephen King book — I swear that’s all people read these days. ”

There weren’t many parts of the town left that hadn’t be regularly frequented by Oliver. And there weren’t many that had lived there long that hadn’t met him at least once. Holden was no different. In fact, the two had a unique sort of bond, both having the same alien power. It hadn’t taken long for them each to figure it out, given the nature of the power itself, and they’d both worked together to improve their skills. So, when  Oliver waltzed ito the bookstore, he wasn’t shocked to see the familiar face. “No. I’ve read all the Stephen King I need for life, I’m pretty sure. I read like everything he had out when I was 13 or so. Thought I was really cool for it, too. Then kept myself up with nightmares for weeks.” Oliver laughed, “I’m actually looking for poetry. It’s not really my thing, but I need some snippets for a project, figured this was the best place to find some.”