#Rodger

[lovelesskiaart]

Bridget aka my daughter i would die for 💖🏳️‍⚧️

[archie-sunshine]

Do you have more ocs we could see? :V

I WROTE A WHOLE THING AND THEN TEH PAGE REFRESHED IM KILLING AND MAIMING AND KILLING!!

anyways yes!! let me introduce you to my actual PLAYER CHARACTER from @pinkanonwrites's dnd campaign!!!

RODGER NELSON LEWIS! coloquially known as 'the man so nice they named him thrice' by no one except for pink.

(apologies for bad art, some of these were drawn in like 2021-2022)

Above image pictured drawn circa~ february 7th 2022

Rodger is the 19 year old disappointmentson of an incredibly influential brigadier general who works for the militia of a very important residential city-metropolis space station(Circua). He wanted to go to flight school and be a pilot, however his father wanted him to be a soldier, and so, he is shipped to circua to be just that!!

Only catch is, in his first hour on the space station he gets stuck with an ancient artifact from some mysterious alien civilization(i still dont know what it is, its a secret pink is keeping from me) that not only gives him lightning and teleportation powers, but also houses the collective consciousnesses of 76 past hosts bent on documenting the lives of it's new prime entity.

He has a lot of facts about him and i could go much deeper into my thoughts and the plot surrounding him however instead i will instead throw a thousand images of him at you bc hes my sweet and special boy.

thank u for asking i have a problem. you can tell he's my absolute wubby bubby and i want to squish him and eat his head and brains. eheheheee!!!

simping permission is granted, however i would say it IS a harder sell. he is. kinda just an anxious geek with zero social skills and asthma.

[whumpasaurus101]

Sweetheart - pt 2

Continued from this

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Asher’s eyes widened and he started struggling against Quinn once more, trying to rip his wrists from his grip but all he felt was fingernails bite against his skin. “Ro-Rodger- you f’ckin’ si-sick bastard!!!” Asher roared, specs of blood flying from his mouth.

Rodger smirked, taking a few steps closer as he twirled the knife between his fingers, “Cute,” He stopped just before he reached the desk, “If my memory serves me correct, I do remember telling you you're not allowed to be in here, hm?”

Asher’s eyes grew hard, glaring up at him as his chest rose and fell in an unsteady pattern, “Di-didn’t exa-exactly h’ve a choice… did I?” 

Rodger smirked, lifting the blade and tracing it along the previous cut, “Funny, but I’m not in the mood for backchat…” Asher cried out, his leg kicking against the wooden desk as he tried to sit up. “Stay down,” Quinn growled. 

“Come on Ashy boy, you can scream louder than that.” 

Just as the knife trailed against the same cut, Rodger dug it in deep. Asher’s eyes widened and his scream filled the room. Quinn and Rodger exchanged looks, grinning at each other as Rodger repeated his movement.

“Bring him to my chair,” He ordered, his hand gently grazing over the edge of the desk.

“Rodger- Rodger, fuck right off,” Asher growled, thrashing against Quinn as he was wrestled onto the chair, “You never pull shit like this, don't start now.”

Rodger let out an amused chuckle, “You're right. You know, Asher, I've been too soft on you.” Asher could hear his heart beating in his ears as rope was roughly tied over his wrists behind him. “Sure, I’d give you a lashing or two, but that just doesn't seem to have much effect now does it?”

Asher looked at Rodger, eyes wide, “What?!? I didn't do jackshit!” His voice cracked as he yelled up at Rodger who just shrugged, approaching him, knife in hand.

“Now now, let's not play mr innocent,” Rodger scoffed, “Ever since you've entered this bloody house, you've been nothing but a little shit.”

“Didn't exactly have a ch-”

“QUIET!!!” Rodger roared, slashing the blade across Asher’s chest. Asher cried out, his body lurching forward against the ropes in agony.

“Apologize,” Rodger ordered.

Asher looked up at him with wide eyes, “What??” 

Rodger brought the blade under Asher’s chin and forced the other to look up at him, “Quinn and I wanted to enjoy the nice party, and you come along and ruin things for me.”

Asher winced as the sharp blade bit against his skin, “I didn't do shit!” He cried out, “The shithead dragged me in here and-” He was cut off as Quinn backhanded him across his face;

“Don't talk about me like that,” He growled. 

Rodger smirked, “You've seem to have gotten yourself into some deep shit,” Rodger chuckled, “What would Aiden think?” Asher felt his heart stop, time seemed to moved slowly as a tear slowly rolled down his cheek. He opened his mouth before closing it. Rodger planted a heavy hand on his shoulder, bending down so they were fact-to-face, “What's the matter, Ashy, cat got your tongue?” 

Asher felt his face burn dark red. He couldn't breathe. A sob threatened to rip from his throat but he tried to push it down. Both of them staring down at him, he felt trapped. “You didn't answer his question,” Quinn hummed, tucking a short curl behind his ear. Asher felt sick. He slowly brought his eyes up to look at Rodger, “N-no sir…”

“Ohhhhh, that’s beautiful,” Quinn chuckled, looking to Rodger whose eyes still remained on Asher.

He dragged the knife slowly all the way down Asher’s sternum, making him cry out, gritting his teeth as tears rolled down his face. God, he was so weak. He burst into sobs, his body shaking as he looked to the ground, ashamed. 

Rodger pocketed the knife and left, slamming the door behind him. All that could be heard was Asher’s sobs. 

Quinn bent down to his hunkers, cradling Asher’s face in one hand as he brushed his thumb along his cheekbone, swiping away his tears. “Ash, darling you look so beautiful when you cry.”

Asher fully broke down, All he could hear was Aiden’s voice.

“Shhh, darling, it’s alright,” Quinn cooed, cutting the rope away and catching Asher as he fell into his arms.

My dove, so fragile. You know how much I love your tears.

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[byronicbrit]

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[taavisplushies]

Name: Rodger

Pronouns: he/him

Brand: Ty

Where he’s from: local thrift store

Fun facts: he’s sleepy

[tofuttibreak]

[thatlenguy]

just remembered i did the evil art style challenge a while ago. i tried doing it and then got to the lineart phase and remembered i'd have to do something realistic with thick lineart and gave up. maybe someday i'll stop being such a coward and render this. probably not though

id in alt... maybe don't reblog this one. or do. your choice.

[flareythecat]

[snailstrailz]

They would either be mortal enemies or besties depending on the day of the week

[sunnydeenpurpelstuff]

Dean grabbed his pillow, pressed it against his face and screamed.

There was a lot to scream about; he had been sleeping in a rickety wooden bed for the past 3 days, in a barely air conditioned cabin that kept giving him splinters. He wasn't used to this! He worked in a big grey skyscraper, not a quaint farm house. But he was fine with all that, fine with the company forcing him on this trip, and fine with the barn mice skittering around. What he couldn't handle was his roommate. Barnmate? Whatever.

Stepping off the plane, he learned about Rodger. Mostly because was eating some of the people arriving from the city. The company really should've looked more into his host, but now his emails fall on deaf ears and form responses. Rodger fucking infuriated Dean. His dumb accent, that piece of straw that never left his lips, the hat that covered his fluffy head of hair, the overalls with no shirt combo, leaving his strong arms and the obvious outline of his firm torso exposed-

Dean turned over to his side, blushing. He was supposed to be straight. Not that there's anything wrong with being gay, but he just- wasn't! When he thought about saying it out loud, he knew it sounded silly. What reason was there to deny this part of himself? Sighing, he turned onto his back again. He had this train of thought almost every night here, (so 3 nights,) but once he woke up, he still acted the same. What was he supposed to do? Realize a part of him that he repressed for his entire life and admit that Rodger was right?

That was another problem; Rodger was such an asshole. In reality, probably not, he was just a naturally angry short person. It was a real chicken or the egg situation; he didn't want to admit he liked boys because Rodger knew and teased him, but he only teased the little shit because he didn't want to admit it.

It wasn't all bad, Dean thought to himself. If anything, at least he got to be teased by a country boy with sharp teeth twice his height.

(a little writing drabble i made of @vorey-arts boys, cause i dont have the tools to draw currently, and internalized homophobia is my favorite story trope (even if i cant write it well hehe))

(hope you like it! i hope i wrote your characters how you imagine them, and if you want it taken down id be fine with that! plus i hope youre okay with a bunch of content of just your characters, cause i have no original ideas, but a bunch of creative energy and an obsession with your blog)

[mantleoflight]

please tell us about your different Ghost OCs

//GET READY BOYS!!! >83c

//Ok so I have lotsa ghost ocs, 3 of which were from the dash event “Taken! Dead or Alive” I did on my main blog @pawnshopsouls. First is Lunos (the warlock cypher lover), then Clay (the big-hearted titan ghost), and Vermillion (quick, treasure-hunting hunter ghost).

//the other ghosts I have are all part of Kesivik’s Cloud of Ghosts. Originally, it was six ghosts including:

Sevens, who found his guardian as a warlock sharpshooter;

Rodger, who found his guardian as a titan;

Henry, who was actually killed by the ghost hunter, Cyrell, while trying to raise his guardian;

Quarry, the ghost who was hurt that Kesivik saved;

Crystal, who, after Kesivik earns her trust by saving Quarry, is determined to be his Ghost if/when he dies if Quarry doesn’t raise him first;

Iris, who became the ghost, Wyrm, of the hive knight, Shasur-Tor, belonging to @bandit-prince ~

And Reeves, the flighty nerve-wreck of a ghost Kesivik first met trying to help out the other ghosts!

[astyages]

Exhibit 1

[archie-sunshine]

https://www.tumblr.com/archie-sunshine/741824768984088576/do-you-have-more-ocs-we-could-see-v?source=share

I want that twink obliterated (platonically with no malicious intent, of course)

THEY ALL SAID IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE, NO WAY COULD ANYONE WANT TO OBLITERATE THAT TWINK-

AND YET HERE WE ARE!! RODGER THIRST VINDICATION!!!

seriously though if any of you have requests of what youd like to see my characters getting up to i would not only be flattered i would lose my mind.

[whumpasaurus101]

i NEED alicia pinning somebody up against a wall and just purring into their ear with a gloved hand wrapped around their neck as their face turns purple and their vision slowly fills with black spots and she's just laughing and drops them and kicks them when they're barely conscious mhm

...you know an ask is good when it pauses your scheming of starting a new story-. ive stared at this ask alot DHUIDKDHD SAY LESS ANON I GOTCHYUUUUUUUUUUU

The whump is a slow starter BUT I PROMISE THERE IS JUST STICK WITH ME HDUIHDKDH or just scroll to the end- you do you HUIDHD

Cw: Beating, alicia being a creepy bastard HUIJDHKD

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Alicia smiled, looking adoringly with sparkling eyes as she looked Jack over, straightening his tie, “Just perfect,” She smiled, her velvet-red lips curving perfectly. Jack smiled, a light blush filling his face. Alicia brought her hand up, cupping Jack’s face as she brushed her thumb along his cheekbone, “Just perfect,” She hummed, smoothing Jack’s shirt down. 

Jack couldn't even hide his smile, he was so lucky he had Alicia. Alicia treated him so well, made him feel special! Alicia’s fingers gently carded through his hair, her finger gently dipping behind his ear as her maroon painted nail scratched his skin gently, just how Jack liked. Jack closed his eyes with a smile, leaning into the touch. 

Alicia chuckled, looking at her pet with a gentle smile, “My love,” She beamed. Suddenly there was a bang on the door, Alicia chuckled as Jack flinched, “It’s alright, baby, just Rodger.” Jack stiffened, watching Alicia fix her hair in the mirror, “Ro-Rodger’s coming?” Alicia hummed in response and Jack nodded, “I-Is Asher coming too, the-then?” 

Alicia chuckled, topping up her lipstick, “Oh that mutt? Nah, I think he pissed Rodger off too much- think he’s locked in his room for the night.” Jack gulped but nodded. Another bang on the door, this time louder but Alicia just rolled her eyes, taking Jack’s hand in hers before guiding them to the door.

“You know, normal people would use a doorbell, jackass.” 

Rodger smirked, “Well I guess I’m not normal, hm?”

Alicia rolled her eyes, walking past him and bringing both her and Jack to the car, “Far from.”

The car was.. practically a small limo. A driver sat in the front, eyes staring straight ahead with an earpiece in. Alicia opened the door and with a gentle hand on Jack’s back, she guided him inside the car. The back of the car was open. Three seats with a mini fridge either side of the row. Alicia sat at the furthest seat, bringing Jack to sit beside her as she gently played with his hair, whispering gentle words to relax Jack.

Rodger sighed, slumping down into his seat, “Dang, I need to get myself one of those.” Alicia smirked against Jack’s cheek, “Get what- a limo or a well-behaved pet.” Rodger almost choked on his water, laughing as he wiped his mouth, “Both.”

Jack scooched slightly closer to Alicia, catching Rodger’s attention and the car started moving, “You're lucky to have such a broken pet.” Jack flinched slightly, making Rodger’s grin grow even wider. Alicia just hummed, scratching behind Jack’s ear with her nail, “He’s an angel.” 

Roger rolled his eyes, chugging the rest of his water before throwing the bottle on the floor.

As Alicia and Rodger broke into conversation, Jack’s eyes didn't leave the bottle, he bit his lip before slowly bending down to pick it up. A tight grip on his wrist soon stopped him right before he could touch the bottle, “And just what are you doing?”

Jack yelped out quietly, his eyes slowly raising to Rodger’s, “I-I was just go-gonna pi-pick-” 

“And are you being paid to pick it up, hm?”

Jack’s eyebrows furrowed as he gulped, “N- uhm no, si-sir…” Alicia chuckled, gently running her finger along Jack’s spine, “Oh come on, leave him alone, dude.” But Rodger’s burning eyes never left Jack’s. “You see, people actually are getting paid for cleaning up after me. And if they have nothing to clean and they’re taking my money? Then I’m being robbed.” Rodger’s second hand moved to grab Jack harshly by the chin and forced his face close to his, “And you don't want me to be robbed, do you?” 

Jack’s eyes widened, “NO! N-no, sir, no-not at all!”

“That’s what I fucking thought.” And with that, Rodger let go, leaning back in his chair with a chuckle. “You’re so mean,” Alicia giggled. “He makes it too fucking easy,” Rodger grinned.

Once they arrived at the restaurant, the three of them sat at a table. Jack was grateful to be allowed to sit at a chair this time. He didn't mind the floor but at places like this, people tend to stare. Alicia’s palm rested against Jack’s knee, she knew Rodger made Jack nervous which quite honestly humoured her.

“Rodgerrrrr!!!” Came an unrecognizable voice, “Shit man, it’s been ages, how have you been??? Rodger’s eyes widened as he grinned, standing up and doing a handshake with the other, “Quinn mc-fuckin-crae, how are you?” Alicia looked Rodger up and down for a moment before his eyes widened, “Shit- yeah, sorry, Alicia, this is Quinn. Him and I went to college together.” Alicia smirked and held out her hand, “A pleasure to meet you.”

Jack watched as Quinn’s eyes widened, smiling at the sight of Alicia. He gently took Alicia’s hand and to her surprise, he bent over and placed a kiss against her knuckles, the pleasure’s mine, darlin.” Jack had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. Alicia’s smirk widened, “Care to join us?”

“Ah I-I wouldn’t want to interrupt.”

“I insist!”

Rodger dragged a chair over and Quinn let out a sigh of content as he slumped in the seat, “Rodger, you didn’t tell me you had a missus,” he grinned, swatting Rodger playfully against his arm. Rodger’s eyes widened, “Nono! Hah, she’s not- we’re not- we’re just friends I swear.”

Quinn burst into laughter, “Alright mate, take it easy,” His eyes then roaming to Alicia, “That's good to know though.” Alicia’s eyes closed as she laughed, “Hmmm, I’m flattered.” Her hand trailed up to Jack’s hair as she gently traced circles in his hair. Quinn’s eyes flickered to Jack and he raised an eyebrow, “Any who might this be?” 

Alicia smirked, “My darling. His name is Jack, Jack, say hello,” She cooed. Jack gulped, blinking a few times before speaking, “G-good evening, sir.”

Quinn's eyes widened, his eyebrow slightly quirking up, “Well fuck me, if I hadn’t thought of getting one of them myself, I’m seriously considering it now.” Alicia smirked, her eyes falling to Rodger, “Yeah, he seems to have that affect on people.”

Half an hour later they were served their food, Jack looked down at his food, unsure how his stomach felt. He didn’t like the feel of Quinn. Not one bit. Alicia looked over at him and smiled, gently swirling a fork in Jack’s pasta. She gently cupped his chin, her thumb brushing along his skin gently as she brought the fork to his mouth. Jack smiled before slowly opening his mouth, letting Alicia feed him.

Alicia smiled gently, her nail gently scratching at Jack’s skin as he chewed. Quinn watched the admiration glimmering in Alicia’s eyes, he couldn't help the burning fire that roared in his chest. Jealousy. He knew it well. He shook his head and continued into his meal.

As time passed by, conversation continued. Jack listened as Alicia continued to feed him. Quinn’s English accent was thick, lacing each word. Jack’s eyes drifted closed, his mind at ease as he relaxed into Alicia’s touch. He felt eyes on him but ignored it for now- his focus only on Alicia, where it belonged. 

Alicia’s eyebrows furrowed as the back of her hand brushed against Jack’s face and she sat up slightly. Jack looked up at her as her hand brushed against his forehead, “Sweetheart…you’re burning up…”

Jack bit his lip anxiously, “‘m o-okay, I’m sorry there’s… there’s just a lot of people here and-and I-”

“Hey, baby, don't apologize, do you want to get some air?”

Jack nodded fast, blinking hard, “Ye-yes please, ma’am, tha-thank you s-s-so mu-”

“I can take him outside, no problem!”

Alicia paused for a moment, considering.

“Oh come on, I come here practically every week, I know my way around here!”

Alicia’s eyes squinted in thought but she nodded, “Alright, alright fine…” she raked a hand through Jack’s hair and smiled, before kissing him gently, “Feel better soon, baby.”

Quinn stood up quickly, rubbing his hands together before walking to Jack, “We’ll get you better, sprout, no problem.” Jack had a bad feeling about this from the start but his head was spinning and he needed air, quickly.

Quinn gently placed his hand against the small of Jack’s back, causing the other to shiver. “Nice and easy, sprout, we’ll get you out in just a second.”

He was led out a back door, practically stumbling over his feet. “Christ, you really are an anxious one, huh?” Quinn snickered. Jack just gulped hard as they continued walking. The second the door was open and the cold air met Jack’s face, he suddenly felt human again. He gasped and let out a shaky breath.

“There we go,” Quinn cooed, running his hand through Jack’s hair, gently rubbing circles against his scalp, “Deep breaths, sprout, good job.” Jack couldn’t help but lean into the touch, his breaths slowly calming, “Tha-thank you.. Mmthank you, sir.” He let out a final sigh, his lungs feeling full once more.

Quinn’s emerald green eyes shone in awe as he watched Jack close, gently brushing a strand of hair that rested over Jack’s eyes, “You're a pretty one,” he smirked. Jack blushed and looked away, “Can…can we go inside please…”

“Oh no darling, not quite yet,” Quinn practically purred against the shell of Jack’s ear, warm breath fanning over cold, pale skin. A whimper caught in Jack's throat as he tried to lean away, “I-I want to see Alicia… pl-pease…”

Jack flinched as Quinn chuckled, closing his eyes as he savoured this moment, “Christ, you're just perfect, aren't you? Begging before I even cut skin.” Jack’s eyes widened, “Nonono, do-don't hurt me… Ali-Alicia.. She- she’s-” A gasp escaped his throat as he felt the familiar feeling of a cold blade resting against his skin, a threat.

“Alicia’s not here though, is she?” Quinn smirked.

“Ohhhh, but she is.”

Jack’s eyes widened as he heard her voice. Alicia! It was Alicia!

Quinn spun around, quickly pocketing the knife, “Alicia! He just had a little itch, thought I would help him,” He smirked. Alicia stepped forward, arms crossed, “Let me set something straight for you, Quinn; I don't like people touching my things,” She hummed, making a show of putting on her leather gloves, “And that right there,” She smirked, jutting her chin at Jack, “Is my angel. And no one lays a finger on him unless allowed.” She had managed to back Quinn against the stonewall of the building, knife in her hand, her favourite knife. In a sudden, her hand shot out and she grabbed Quinn’s throat, slamming him hard against the wall as she leaned in close, this time whispering into Quinn’s ear, “I believe you have something to say…”

Quinn shuddered, his breath stuttering “I- I’m sorr-” 

“Ah ah ah,” Alicia’s hand squeezed tighter, making Quinn gasp, “Not to me, hun, to him.”

Quinn swallowed his pride before moving his eyes to Jack’s, “I-I’m sorry, Spr-” He coughed as Alicia’s grip grew tighter, “GUH- I-I’m sorry, s-sorry, Jack.”

Jack shrank back slightly dipping his head.

Alicia smirked, stroking her thumb gently against the side of Quinn’s neck, soaking in every heartbeat she felt against her thumb. Each thump like a scream- a cry for help. 

“Good boy,” She cooed, feeling the other shudder. She trailed the blade along each of Quinn’s ribs, relishing each short gasp, “Not so cocky now,” She smirked, slowly digging the knife in, “NH-” He cried out but Alicia’s hand squeezed his throat tighter. He couldn’t breathe.

“Oh, this is my favourite part,” Alicia murmured, “The pleading eyes. You look so weak right now, pathetic,” She spat but with a smile, “All control in my hands, your faith literally in my hands!” She giggled, “Oh, if you could see yourself right now…”

Quinn squeezed his eyes shut, his body shook as it desperately hunted for air. “Nonono, open your eyes, honey, I want to see you.” 

The blade slashed across his side and he choked out a scream, eyes bursting open. Alicia chuckled, “Muuuuch better. I’d say you’ve got another ten seconds before you fall unconscious at my feet,” She smirked as she felt him whimper.

“I’m only going to repeat myself once,” She whispered, causing the hairs at the back of Quinn’s neck to stand, “Never ever touch him unless I allow you to, am I understood?”

Black spots swam in Quinn’s eyes as he shook, slowly nodding. The pressure lifted and he dropped to the floor, choking on gasps as he coughed and spluttered, clawing at his throat for more air.

Alicia chuckled, “Fucking pathetic,” She drove her foot back before kicking Quinn once more- full force into his stomach, making the other cry out. She turned to Jack quickly, pocketing her gloves as she cupped his face, 

“Let’s get out of here, baby. I’m glad you're feeling better.”

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THANKIE FOR READINGG <333

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