Patton: Why Is Roman Crying On The Floor?

Logan: I hate you with every inch of my being.

Roman: [looks down at Logan] That’s not a lot of inches.

Logan: [tackles him down]

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! 

I LOVE YOU TOO!!! 💛💛

Sanders Side Fanart Masterpost

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I really need to draw. Lol!

HEY, STRANGE!

Tony Stark, Captain America, Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner and Thor laughing and joking at a superhero party (plus Loki) at Stark Tower.

Stark: HEY, STRANGE!

Dr. Strange: *looks up*

Stark: IS LOKI A LITTLE SPOON OR A BIG SPOON?

Avengers: *erupt into laughter*

Loki: I'M A KNIFE

Dr. Strange: No he's not. He's a little spoon.

Loki: *shoots Strange a glare*

Avengers:...

Loki: Did they not know?

Dr. Strange: I guess not. *takes a sip of his drink*

Avengers: *remain dumbfounded*

"I'm a romantic, I know all the pick-up lines. Every single one." with Logince please!

i hereby decree that any prompt fills requesting logince will be set in the logince fbi!au and there is NOTHING YOU FUCKERS CAN DO ABOUT IT

pairings: romantic logince ( @fandersfic-logince ), platonic prinxiety

“i’m a romantic, i know all the pickup lines. every single one.” (tw: v brief kidnapping mention)

“you know, you’re never gonna win him over like that,” virgil says. 

roman flings himself onto the couch, groaning loudly, a long, drawn-out sigh. virgil pulls open a drawer with a small red crown painted on it, pulls out a red rubber ball, and hurls it at him. he doesn’t even turn to look. 

he hits roman square in the forehead. 

“virgil, why must you abuse me so!” 

“because you come in here every single day and tell me about your grand romantic plans to woo my baby brother, that’s why. how many shitty pickup lines do you even have, roman?” 

“what can i say?” roman laughs. “i’m a romantic. i know all the pickup lines. every. single. one.” 

virgil rolls his eyes. “you know, if this were olden times i could challenge you to a duel for the right to his hand.” 

“you still could,” roman teases, wiggling his eyebrows. “i’d win.” 

“i’m a faster draw,” virgil says.

“yeah, but i’m a better shot.” 

“who said i was talking about guns?” virgil spins his chair in a complete circle, flinging his hand forward as he faces roman. he faces the computer, grinning, as roman gapes at the small throwing knife embedded in the wall. 

“you’ve picked up some new skills, i see.” 

virgil shrugs. “i’m not interested in hanging out in any more locked car trunks, ro.” 

he hears roman approach him, footfalls deliberately loud so that he knows he’s coming. he feels roman carefully touch his shoulders before leaning down and wrapping him in a hug. 

“you’re a good brother, virgil.” 

“and you’re a good boyfriend, roman.” virgil tilts his head back, lets his head rest on roman’s shoulder. “my baby brother’s lucky to have you.” 

roman squeezes tightly, and virgil takes one hand off the keyboard to press over roman’s. then he prints the suspect list roman’s here for and hands it to him. 

roman swans into the briefing room and drops the suspect list into thomas’s hands before throwing a stunning smile at logan. “are you an astronaut?” 

“no, i am an fbi agent -”

“because damn, you are out of this world!” 

logan blinks at roman, adorable in his confusion, and says, “but i’m not an astronaut, roman. i’m an fbi agent that you work with. is this new information to you?” 

roman sits down and buries his head in his arms, groaning loudly. of course, he just had to develop a maddening crush on the single most oblivious human on the planet. he’s a fool for thinking it can go somewhere. 

years later, roman wakes up in the middle of the night. there’s a warm body curled against his side, tucked underneath his arm, hair tickling roman’s nose, cold toes pressed against roman’s warm inner calf. his fiancé snores softly in his arms, mumbling a long, slurred string of something roman thinks might be latin. 

“i can’t believe how lucky i am,” roman whispers, pressing a single chaste kiss against logan’s hair. “i know every pickup line in the book, and none of them worked, and i still managed to land the most wonderful man in the entire world. and i love you.” 

“l’v you t’,” logan mumbles, immediately followed by more meaningless latin gibberish. 

“te amo, mi amor,” roman says sleepily, pulling logan a little closer as he falls asleep again.

(soft domestic fbi!logince gives me life and so does roman and virgil’s friendship) 

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boyf riends angst (if u want!!)

he’s afraid jeremy might leave him behind again

This ship is just loads and loads of them being fabulous. Logince as requested by @orderly-opaline (I hope this is satisfactory) Tag list: @the-incedible-sulk @jynxlovesluck @iassureyouicannotwrite @dreams-palette

For some reason I’m kinda craving logince art recently… There just really?? isn’t??? enough of it???

Rose Red

Summary: Roman finds out that Logan is color blind and decides to do something about it…

Ships: Def a lot of Logince. It can be seen as platonic or romantic, whatever you prefer.

Warnings: Nothing really, it’s mostly sappy and a bit of fluff. (Although there are a few curse words if you’re sensitive to that kind of language) I will admit that I don’t know much about color blindness so forgive me if the fic is a bit inaccurate. In fact, if you see something that’s inaccurate please feel free to tell me, I’d love to learn more about the subject to improve my writing so I don’t repeat my mistakes in future writings.

Word Count: 1764

(So this prompt was created by @untrustworthyglitch and I thought it was super AHH so I decided to write it :3) (another p.s. I’m kind of new at writing fics so SORRY IF IT’S NOT THAT GREAT I REALLY TRIED ;-;)

It was a typical Saturday for Logan. He woke up to the smell of Patton’s cooking and took a seat at the table across from Virgil and Roman. Patton, was, of course, cooking breakfast in the kitchen; Roman was fixated on his phone (taking an endless amount of selfies), and Virgil was hunched over in his chair playing on his 3ds. It was just an ordinary day like any other until…

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REUNITE THE BABIES NOW WOMAN

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