like it's not just the lighting on the phone but the actual shape and dimensions of it aren't consistent. dsaf roger's head is very squished in with high saturation and contrast (not unlike if sparkle dogs were pugs). I've always thought they looked different in my brain but haven't thought to actually compare them side by side till now. here's a really rough edit of what dsaf roger would look like if he was normal

20 something year old fandomites in 2016: if you draw sans the skeleton singing steven universe songs you hate lesbians

GENERATION 1

(Again, text belongs to the Fanfiction Where Randy Gets Put On Death Row by @agentlove and @tigsbitties )

Tick-tick-tick-tick.

Knock-knock-knock.

No response. Randy cursed under his breath. Fuck, was she not home? Where the hell else would she be? He stomped his foot against soiled carpet, forever sticky with a mixture of substances Randy would never be privy to. Was there anywhere in Dialtown that wasn’t fucking disgusting? He had to wonder why he bothered trying to fix a population satisfied to revel in its own filth. That’s what unchecked altruism got you, he supposed.

Another knock at the door. He banged his fists in harder, had no time to feign pleasantries. Didn’t she know how urgent things were? Could she not hear the clock ticking?