#roger wiley

[queenburd]

Man I have some super interesting characters I wish I talked about more!

I mean does anybody here remember Roger and his sister Marie? Two people in their sixties who by all means came from a life of privilege but have both done everything in their power to be as progressive, open minded, and educated as possible?

Anybody remember Memphis? And I want to talk about mags more! I have so many characters! I love them all!!

[queenburd]

15 ROGER!!!!!!!!!

If your OC could have any pet, what would they choose? Why?

he had a cat growing up, and he’d have a cat again. dogs have a bit too much energy, and even if he’s decent energy, hes old. cats are mellow as hell, even the energetic ones

[bethanygabrielleart]

I was initially proud of these which is why I signed them, then on second glance I no longer was. what else did I expect from warm up sketches

[queenburd]

all my characters: involved in wild stories about magic and science and the impossible

roger: well that sure is a thing Im not touching with a 30 foot pole

[queenburd]

or um. Um Roger and. and winter. how he loves winter? yea

Stand straight. Feel the sharp air pinch your cheeks and bring tears to your eyes. Inhale as deeply as you can. Feel that? It’s clean air. It’s pulling all the dust from your old lungs. It’s making you clean again.

What you would not give to be clean again. Sometimes it feels like your skin is covered in black tar. It coats you like oil, it makes you slick and stained. You ruin everything you touch, you know that?

You ruin everything.

The snow’s blinding. Is it a blizzard? Maybe it will bury you. Maybe it will carry you away. Maybe you’ll never see anyone ever again.

You just want to be good again. You want to feel good.

This is rather self-depreciating, says a voice that sounds a bit like your sister’s. Do us both a favor, and just enjoy the frost.

She’s probably right; she usually is. She’s not buried in forty years of aimless guilt.

You inhale deeply again, shove your hands into your coat pockets, and walk into the blustering cold. Each step is slow, solid in the packed ice. Your prosthetic holds, though the joints whine and stick. You keep walking. 

The bench is covered in ice; you brush it off, and sit, and close your eyes. There’s nothing but black there, versus the single shade of white when you open them.

This is your empty thoughts bench. You think as many thoughts as you can on it until your head’s too tired and empty to continue, and then you sit some more and just absorb your surroundings.

It’s a good day to visit the bench. The snow helps you clear your head.

You tilt your head back to face the sky, close your eyes, and breathe.

[bethanygabrielleart]

I think I forgot how to correctly draw Roger but I was also sitting weird while drawing this so yea

I was gonna ink this but I was too scared it’d look worse. anyway have library man

[duckybeth99]

Pains and Stuff (Dad!Roger AU)

[duckybeth99]

Little Girl (Dad!Roger AU)