Rosch hung around his old school pals and their research team a lot after his first death! But he really didn't bring a lot to the table anymore. Preoccupied you could say. Eventually the members got too old to continue coming, or passed away.
Rosch and Ruben (the gentleman in the picture) are about the same age here! I think there's like a year between them.
OCs belong to:
Rosch - @slemhosta
Nigel - @askfordoodles
Narcy - @dr-narcissa-igma
Zyme - @the-c0nquerer-w0rm (Thank you for helping with your boy's face!)
Steph here, i been a quiet watcher for while now just wanted to drop by and say i come adore your OC rosch, the Lore backstory and personality make him fascinating.
i look forward to any future stuff of them.
Plus Just Amazing Art ✨👌 beautiful unique art style.
Hello Steph! Thank you so much for all your kind words!! I'm so happy you like him! I promise a bunch more stuff is on the way B) Lore drops and audio stuff galore.
I looked through my folders to see if I had any bonus Rosch content to share with you and I did find this. Here goes before I chicken out!!
It's his forgiveness dance to win back the good grace of the people. Based on this!
happiness is visualizing a little spider for 5 months and then sitting down to draw him.................. he's a little spider and his name is spindel.. i am closer to god...
Loved working on it!! Drawing for you was a dream come true!
This is a public threat! My commissions are OPEN!
Commissioned this sick piece from @slemhosta! I kid you not when I say that I've wanted this pic since I was like four. It is surprisingly nice to have something made specifically for yourself. Or my CTR playlist, in this case 😁
Do you recognize her? If you do, don't tell your friends. This is Poppy. Age 26. Year 2002.
If you were perusing around the web right around Y2K you might have bumped into Poppy 'Bubble' Gun.
Poppy worked as a cam-girl at the boom of internet access in the late 90's. She met Rosch while out on the town and even though the music was blaring and they couldn't hear a word the other said- their energy matched up and they fell into an instant connection.
The two stuck together and Rosch often stayed over at her apartment. It was small, and the only room that really looked nice was her office where she worked.
Poppy and Rosch brought out the wild animal in each other and often danced with death. She pushed him to try new things and they played right on the edge, thirsty for the rush. But endangering her like that didn't sit right with Rosch.
Then Poppy made a confession, she can't be killed.
He didn't believe her of course. He couldn't. But still. He really, really wanted to. And sometimes that's enough. You make yourself believe.
So they kept pushing. Then came the Party Week. Poppy had planned the event for a month. The perfect week, just her and Rosch and all they could eat and drink. She had saved up money. On the 7th day they kept on. Then on the 10th day it all came to a standstill.
Rosch doesn't remember much. Just that he was drunk, drugged and injured. Poppy was too. They were sitting in the dark by a drainpipe, overlooking the ocean. Hours passed. And when Rosch leaned over to touch her. Poppy wasn't breathing anymore.
Picking up the pieces he understood that she had sold off everything, not paid her rent and taken out a loan she never intended to pay back. Her Party Week was her goodbye tour. 10 days. She had wavered in her decision. Stayed another 3 days.
And now all that Rosch could think of was something she used to say. If she ever died, he needed to bury her deep. She would heal down there and come back. But he had to promise never to dig her up to check. For as long as that lid stayed shut. She would live forever.