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OTP Prompt: Voice reveal?

(Don’t ask)

Person A, C, and D, all chanting in a group voice chat at B: UNMUTE! UNMUTE! UNMUTE!

Person E: guys, shut the hell up, this is very stressful for them.

[Person A, C, D, and E all go dead silent when B finally unmutes their microphone]

Person E: …. B, it’s ok if you don’t want to talk, I get why.

Person B, softly and quietly: I-It’s ok, I’m just nervous–

Person A, distantly but very clearly: HOLY MOTHER OF FUCK I’M IN LOVE

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I wanted to do a redraw of an older Logince drawing I did a while ago! I have to say I’m a little proud of the results uwu

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ive seen Cat!Virgil around and that’s all good and dandy, but i raise you, Cat!Logan  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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Logince 4

4. “Is that my shirt?”

“Is that my shirt?”

Logan, who had been very keen on Roman not noticing the material he was holding, quirked an eyebrow as he held the garment closer to him.

“This isn’t a shirt,” Logan noted.

Roman leveled a look at Logan and smirked. “Fine,” he said, “Is that my sweatshirt?”

Logan looked down at the hoodie in his arms. It was very clearly Roman’s. If the redness of the material wasn’t a clear giveaway, then then golden crown on the breast was.

Still, though, Logan was determined to keep the hoodie in his hands. He just… felt rather embarrassed about actually telling Roman why.

Logan looked back up at Roman, who was still looking at him with that smirk and an expectant gaze. He felt himself flush and averted his eyes.

Clearing his throat, he said, “I was helping with the laundry. Patton claimed that he needed help, so I decided to-”

“Interesting,” Roman said, taking a step forward, “I believe I saw Patton finishing up laundry two days ago.”

“Well, yes, perhaps, but there was still more to do, so, if you’ll excuse me-”

However, when Logan began to attempt to sink out and go to his room and act  like none of this ever happened, Roman shook his head and just summoned him back up.

“No, no, no,” Roman said, his voice teasing. He took another step forward, now right in front of Logan. “I’m curious as to why you’re trying to escape with my sweatshirt. Is having me not enough? You need to steal my clothes, too?”

Logan frowned and looked away. “Don’t tease, Roman.”

“Teasing? Logan, I’m wounded.” Out of the corner of his eye, Logan could see that Roman was beaming, obviously enjoying this. “I’m just trying to figure out why my wardrobe is being depleted. Are you growing tired of your current style? Honestly, I didn’t think you were a red guy, but I can probably help you find ties and shirts without you daringly taking from my closet-”

“No, it’s not that,” Logan interrupted. He sighed and looked down at the carpeting, holding the hoodie tighter against him. “I fear you’ll only make fun of me for the actual reason. It’s quite illogical and, really, rather stupid.”

Roman was silent for a moment before he gently tilted Logan’s head up so they were looking eye-to-eye again. The teasing smirk had left his face and was replaced by a look of concern. The softness of his gaze bored into Logan and, if Roman wasn’t having Logan look at him, he believed he would have caved under it.

Even after all this time, “softness” and “love” were still things Logan had to get used to.

“Are you alright, Logan?” Roman’s voice was gentle. “What is it? I’m sure it’s not stupid.”

Logan worried his bottom lip, his eyes flicking away again. “I believe it’s quite embarrassing, too.”

Roman sighed. “Logan, look at me.” When Logan finally obliged, he continued, “Whatever’s on your mind, I’m sure it isn’t illogical or stupid or embarrassing or anything else you’re going to try to convince me it is.” He flashed Logan a smile. “Now, what’s going on, darling?”

Logan huffed. “You have been going on many adventures in your realm lately,” he started, “And… and you’re usually gone for multiple days at a time. I thought that this-” he shifted the hoodie in his arms “-would help… quell any loneliness I would experience.” He rolled his eyes. “Honestly, it’s all rather embarrassing. I always know that I will see you again and I should not be taking your belongings to make myself feel more at ease when they are not mine to keep and-”

“Logan,” Roman cut in and Logan silenced himself, swallowing his nerves thickly. Roman gently traced Logan’s jaw with his thumb. “Keep the sweatshirt, okay?”

“But it’s not mine.”

“Was that going to stop you from taking it before we had this conversation?” Roman asked, smiling. Logan let out a quick laugh and shook his head. “Exactly. Keep it.”

“I-” Logan swallowed again and looked down at the garment. “Thank you, Roman.”

Roman pressed a kiss to Logan’s forehead. “Of course, my love,” he said, “And just know that I will always come back to you. I miss you too much to stay away for too long.”

Can you draw lamp? Just... A little fluffy lamp please? I love you already💗

I didn’t have the energy this week for more “realistic” proportions so here’s mini-LAMP! 

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An idea: Logan sitting in the morning sunlight, probably drinking coffee, looking ethereal and gorgeous and the other’s all stopping dead in their tracks when entering the room as if they’re just realising how pretty Logan actually is.

Who? What? I Don’t Know What You’re Talking About.

(Post-Ragnarok, in a universe where Infinity War will never happen. Asgard’s kind of just floating in empty space rn)

Loki slumped against the space ship‘s wall, sighing contently, a  giddy smile spreading across his face, his cheeks pink. He’d just spent hours with Stephen Strange, talking, kissing…

He’d just said goodbye to Stephen, who was being asked for at the NYC sanctum, unfortunately. Stephen had walked with Loki out into the hall, whispering into Loki’s ear, “see you soon,” lips brushing against his skin, sending jolts through the god’s body. Stephen had opened a portal to the sanctum and waved goodbye, winking before turning around and walking into the Midgardian realm.

“Who was your visitor?” Asked Valkyrie, sneaking up on Loki. 

Loki was caught of guard, flustered and grabbing for words. “Who? What? I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.. I wasn’t visited by anybody; no. I was just here looking out the window…” Loki said hurriedly. 

“Ahu.” Said Valkyrie, crossing her arms, smug look on her face. 

“Yes.” Loki said, composing himself.

“So that wasn’t Stephen Strange a minute ago making you flustered and all giddy?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.

“N-No.” Loki said.

“No need to lie, Loki. I saw him. He was right here.”

“Well. Uhm, well, I think it’d be best you didn’t talk about it to anyone.” Loki said, looking at his feet.

“Sure. But I haven’t really  met him. I’ve just heard of him. Portal-maker. That’s it. You better introduce me soon.”

“Will do.” Loki said, flustered beyond belief. Loki had hoped that no one would know Stephen. He wasn’t quite ready yet to say he quite fancied kissing men. ut it made sense that Valkyrie could recognize him: he was the only portal-maker that Asgard had heard of (besides Loki, of course. He’d learnt the art after being tricked into falling for half an hour at the hand of a portal). 

It was late, and Loki was pouring over some Migardian literature (he’d fallen for it; it was quite enthralling, really) when he heard the familiar whirring of one of Stephen’s portals. Already he was smiling and blushing. Looking up from his book, he saw Stephen, who was also smiling and blushing just a tad. His portal shrunk behind him and his flowing red cloak. 

“Hello,” Loki said, getting up from his seat, setting his book down on a nearby table. 

“Hey,” Greeted Stephen, eyes sparkling in the warm light of Loki’s room.

Loki got up close, lips mere centimeters from Stephen’s. “Can I?” He whispered, breath tracing over Strange’s face.

“Yes.” Stephen whispered back before Loki’s connected with Strange’s, warmth flooding each other’s chests and their mouths moved together, Loki’s head tilting just right and Stephen biting just enough but not too hard. The kiss was soft and like fire and lightning all at the same time.

They stopped for air. “ Hey,” Loki said before kissing the spot between Stephen’s jaw and neck. “Do you think – do you think we could start telling people? About us?” He asked, looking up at Stephen, hands wrapped in Strange’s blue robes.

“Yeah. I would like that.” He said, placing a kiss on Loki’s left temple. “I’d like that a lot.” Stephen found Loki’s lips again.

They felt like they had been able to stop time with warmth and flame, jolts and electricity. Thor wasn’t the god of thunder: their kisses were, more powerful than a raging thunderstorm of blazing bolts. As they went for air, Loki whispered into Stephen’s ear, “I think I’m in love with you.”

“Me too.” He replied. “I love our conversations. And adventures in New York with you. And how you make me so damn breathless. And how you know the most brilliant and quirky things. And how you’re so special and amazing.”

Loki blushed fiercely. “I love how driven you are. I love how you are so compassionate and empathetic. I’m in love with your smile and your eyes. I love with your hands, scars and all. Because everything that you are and makes you up in beautiful. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Stephen said, before they kissed again, even warmer, even more electric. Stephen didn’t even notice he was crying until they broke away and Loki asked, “Dear, why are you crying?” And reached up to brush the tears away.

“Oh uhm. I don’t know. I’m just so happy.” He replied, smiling. 

They stood for a moment, both of them holding each other tightly, excited for what was to come.

A/N

I had lots of fun writing this! No one can tell me Strange isn’t a total softie! No one! And that Strange wouldn’t take Loki on NYC adventures! Anyways, Valkyrie doesn’t appear much in Strangefrost stuff, but I think she would be totally open and awesome about their relationship and be like, the best friend ever. As always, thank you for reading!

Are You Kidding Me

Ok, so I know literally no one follows me and no one is going to see this but I need to rant. I recently stumbled upon a community on Tumblr who believe thin people have privilege and people who are overweight are oppressed.

         Now, I’m all for body positivity, you should feel good about who you are but this group of people takes it too far. They complain about “thin privilege” where thin people are treated better and have easier lives and have power over overweight people. It’s true that some people are treated horribly for being fat but if you have to buy another plane ticket to fit yourself then that is because of your actions.

         There are studies that show that almost all obesity is caused by overeating, not “diseases” like so many people on this site claim they have. They make it worse when they target other groups of people and yell at them for things that they may not be able to change. ( I saw a post of a lady saying escalators and elevators were made for fat people and anyone else should pay a fine. In this post, she demeans people with actual disabilities who need wheelchairs or crutches.)

           They claim that no matter who you are if you're skinny you're biased, they make fun of eating disorders which are VERY SERIOUS topics and incredibly awful afflictions, I’ve gone through one and it was one of the worst times of my life.

          They also are constantly preaching body positivity, which is great! It’s wonderful to love yourself but it’s not ok to support and encourage people who have an unhealthy lifestyle most overweight people have. Sorry for the rant, the 0 people who read it. I just needed to get it out of my system.

Patton: Why is Roman crying on the floor?

Virgil: He's drunk

Patton: And

Virgil: He saw a picture of Logan's boyfriend

Patton: ...But he's Logan boyfriend

Virgil: I fucking know

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