#my smol nerd son

[myndless88]

My Top 10 Fav Anime Blorbos (tag game!!)

I've already done this before, but this time I've been officially tagged (by @nikkimidorima, thank you)! In no particular order, we have:

Ken Kaneki (Tokyo Ghoul)

Starting off the list is this little book nerd who's been through it. Before I even read Tokyo Ghoul, I knew about Kaneki's struggle and felt really bad for the kid. I'd be distraught if I couldn't eat my favorite things anymore either. There's been some debate over how he handled the situations going on in the manga, but he's still my cinnamon roll son. I'm also very partial to pre-torture Kaneki because he's the cutest. Just look at that baby face!

Makoto Tachibana (Free!)

Free! was also my first sports anime (as far as I can remember), and Makoto was the first to catch my eye. I believe it's because he's such a gentle giant. I remember thinking that I'd love to have a boyfriend like him...or he himself if he were real and the same age as I am. ^__^ Yet another cinnamon roll!

Tetsuya Kuroko (Kuroko no Basuke)

It probably should be Kagami here, but I chose to talk about Kuroko. His motto is basically "Teamwork makes the dream work". I don't know why, but he is so funny when he's trying not to be. Saying he can make a "mean boiled egg" as well as casually roasting Kagami, for example, all while keeping that deadpan expression makes me laugh.

Koushi Sugawara (Haikyuu!!)

The last time I did this, I put Yamaguchi. But this time, I'll do Sugawara! While I don't remember much of Haikyuu!! (time for a rewatch), I do know that I like how he may not look it, but he's a really good setter! Even Oikawa has given him the name "Mr. Refreshing". I may not remember specifically why he's reached blorbo status, but it's because of him that I started buying nendoroids! I just had to have his. ^^;;

Kanato Sakamaki (Diabolik Lovers)

Ah, Kanato...my little unhinged gumdrop. Out of the six Sakamaki brothers, I feel like he's just straight up crazy, and I love it. Plus his color is purple, and he has a stuffed animal that he keeps with him at all times...except for that one time.

Omi Tsukiyono (Weiß Kreuz)

The oldest blorbo on my list, Omi was my obsession! I was drawing him all the time (with and without his paired OC). I had bought the Freesia shower gel and lotion from Bath and Body Works (as well as the actual flower one time) because of him. I even tried finding pieces of clothing that were similar to his so I could "cosplay". ^^;; Omi is such a good boy but a deadly assassin, so you better not be a bad guy because his motto is "Never forgive the bad ones".

Gareas Elidd (The Candidate for the Goddess/Pilot Candidate)

Another of my older blorbos! Gareas (or Garu) was another one that I was drawing alot. It was because of him that I made my first OC ever (and I paired her with him). I even have a set of earrings just like his (they're tarnishing though ;_;). He has a bit of a hot temper, but he really is a nice guy to the ones he cares for. As a sidenote, it's so funny how much I was invested in the pilots rather than the candidates in the show.

Shuichi Shindou (Gravitation)

Yet another older blorbo! Shuichi is also one that I drew quite a bit in my younger years (alongside the OC I made for him). He's also the main character of my very first BL. I love him because he's so ridiculous in both the manga and the anime--way more in the manga. But while he's really silly, he's also very stubborn and passionate about the things he likes: music and Eiri Yuki. I added the picture of him in the banana suit because it just takes me out every time.

Son Goku (Gensoumaden Saiyuki)

I thought about putting the entire Sanzo Party here, but I do like Goku a little more, so here he is. Once a threat to both Heaven and Earth, Goku is just a guy who loves to eat and loves his friends (even if he may not say it out loud). He's such a smol bean, too. While he is pretty easygoing, he will step up when he needs to. And if things are looking really grim, you'd better step back a few miles when that power limiter (his headband) comes off.

Heisuke Toudou (Hakuouki)

In my other blorbo post, I had Killua (Hunter x Hunter) here, but I decided to add Heisuke! I went with him because he's the VERY FIRST route I've ever played in my history with otome games. And I loved it so much so that I contemplate just wanting to play his route again and again whenever I start a new game of Hakuouki. ^^;; A little Japanese history: Heisuke was the captain of the 8th unit in the Shinsengumi as well as the youngest overall.

This actually took a little longer to think about because I was wondering who would be considered a favorite blorbo of mine. I know I have a few, but thinking of ten was still really difficult. And then I probably didn't do them much justice with my blurbs either. ^__^;; But here they are!

I'm not gonna tag anyone, but if you want to do this, then feel free!

[its-just-hyper]

Welp. @th3ratk1ng said they wanted all my opinions for bnha on that ask game( made by @/fintan-pyren) so

♥️the most egregiously mischaracterized character is either Izuku or Uraraka, easily. Many other common mischaracterizations are presented as aus or specified tropes (example: ao3 tags like ‘Bad Teacher Yagi Toshinori | All Might’ or ‘protective Bakugo Katsuki’ however Bakugo is also often overvillianized or oversympathised as well)

But Izuku was hit very very hard by fandomization/underswap!sans treatment/cinnamon roll too pure for this world/smol bean/woobification and while it’s gotten better as internet culture has left that, a lot of the older fandom content is like that. And Uraraka is a woman. So. Of fucking course fandom can’t handle her. (I might be biased cause I fucking love both of them. I feel like mischaracterization is hella common in this fandom in particular)

🧡a popular serious theory I disagree with is that I disagree with is Izuku and Shigaraki being related. I know, those are my blorbos ever, but yeah. I think their story (and purpose as character foils) is more compelling if they are unrelated, emphasizing that Izuku was ‘just some quirkless kid’, not somehow related to That Mess ™. (Trying to be vague for spoilers sake I guess but. Yeah.) I do enjoy the theory that AFO gave Shigaraki his quirk, but I have no stance on if it’s canon or not.

💛a popular ship I just can’t get behind fucking hate so much is fucking. Kaminari/Shinsou. Fuck that ship oh my god I can’t stand it at all. Literally no offense ever at all to shippers I’m not gonna go into y’all’s spaces and shit on your joy but I cannot stand this ship at all. It feels like they’re only shipped for their tropes and the fact that they’re both “leftover” from the shipping and also both boys. Like… I understand the parallels to erasermic but erasermic is so much better and you can just ship shindeku instead COUGH UH—-

💚I’ve already talked about Izuku quite a bit sooooo. Something that everyone else gets wrong about Shigaraki is that he isn’t just one thing. The fandom separates itself into “Shigaraki Tomura is evil and scary and intimidating and a threat” and “Shigaraki Tomura is a loser gamer nerd failure of a villan” and ALL OF THIS IS TRUE!!!!!!!! Let my boy be the contradiction he was made to be. He is intimidating AND immature and tactically smart while being a fucking nerd pleasepleasepleaseplease he is so much better if you let him be both

💙characters that I find not that hot? Dabi is not that hot. Yaourozu is not that hot. Aizawa is not that hot. Bakugo is not that hot. Todoroki Shoto is not that hot. Kai Chisaki is not that hot and has a stupid hairline. Uraraka is not that hot. I don’t think I find any of the characters actually very personally attractive, but that could be the aspec talking.

💜(opposite of above question) see previous.

🤍oh great peaks this is the question of the fandom, huh? “Character that isn’t as morally bad as everyone seems to think”? Well I. Don’t wanna start a fucking grease fire um. Okay this doesn’t really fit the question but. A common trope (especially for fics about Midoriya fix-its and getting justice for our favorite whump protagonist) is making All Might WAY worse than he is. Same with Midoriya Inko. Fics with either of these tropes are fine and good and I actually like a lot of them, but I always find it the best whenever the complexity of the situation is addressed.

Like. Sure, you can punish All Might for being a Quirkist asshole but it’s much more compelling to punish him and let him grow for his Quirkist actions brought up from his own trauma and seeing Midoriya through that lense. Sure you can punish Inko for not believing in her son enough to lie for his sake, or you can have the Midoriyas explore how even though her actions come from love, she hurt her son. Because mother/child relationships are ALWAYS going to be complicated.

🖤Which character isn’t as morally good? Fuck it, ALSO All Might. I don’t like it when All Might’s faults are completely glossed over. (sometimes in response to people doing what I talked about in the above paragraphs, sometimes just for that sweet sweet “Parental Yagi Toshinori | All Might” tag) As is. Probably a noticeable theme, you can put All Might in a good/familial/positive/heroic light while also acknowledging and letting him and Midoriya grow from his faults, and I actually prefer this significantly.

💖im not sure what constitutes as an unpopular opinion that I agree with, as I haven’t interacted with the modern fandom much, but here it goes. Villain!Midoriya Izuku is a very very very compelling idea, BUT most fan interpretations of it are very bad. You don’t need to vastly mischaracterize Midoriya to turn him into a villain, THATS why the idea is so appealing. As I’ve said over and over “pleasepleaseplease have more complexity in your bnha fan content PLEASE stop turning these characters into cardboard cutouts when there is SO. MUCH. POTENTIAL.”

💔Oh this one is hard as fuck, isn’t it. If I absolutely had to remove a major character from the series, it would be Gran Torino. AND SHUT UP I DONT LIKE THIS BUT HEAR ME OUT. Letting Midoriya figure out One for All without Gran Torino’s help would’ve been equally compelling. And shhhhh I’m not sure what constitutes a major or minor character in this show so I just picked someone important.

💕an unpopular ship that I like is Midoriya Izuku/Tokoyami Fumikage. As you might be able to tell, I have a habit of subbing in popular “broody/bubblegum”/“darkness/sunshine” ship dynamics to include Midoriya cause he’s my favorite 1A kid. And also I read a few really good fics for this due to Tokoyami content deprivation.

📖what book I would remove from the series had no answer

🏳️‍🌈again, I don’t really know what characters are commonly headcanoned as queer in the fandom, so here’s my maybe controversial queer bnha Headcanons. You will see a common theme. Arospec Midoriya, aroace Todoroki, gender nonconforming lesbian Yaourozu. Biromantic ace Shinsou, and uh. That’s all I can think of off the top of my head, I don’t usually make gender/sexuality Headcanons since I can’t even make one for myself—-

💀I would kill off Endeavor cause I want him dead, or I would kill off All Might. I wouldn’t LIKE IT, but it’s probably gonna happen eventually and I can see why—-

[gryph-the-greedy]

List of things I like so that I can remember that I like them, will update as my interests come to me in prophetic visions

I humbly request you engage me in conversation about these topics

Trans rights. Free Palestine.

Digimon (gabumon, gazimon, and impmon favorites)

Ace attorney

Ghost trick

Mother series

Splatoon

Deltarune

Smash ultimate (I main Mac and Falco)

Sonic the hedgehog

Jojo's bizarre adventure

Revali from botw my beloved

Xenoblade 1 (mixed feelings on the rest of the series)

STREETLIGHT MANIFESTO why did it take me this many bullets to remember, god tier band

Halo

InFamous (haven't played second son)

ATLA

Full metal alchemist

The Princess Bride

Dr pepper 😎

I don't really care for the roleplay elements but I occasionally show up to my local larp group just to bash some heads

Edit: I don't do that anymore for personal reasons, but god I want to

I want to play dnd again but haven't had the chance (I mean I could dm a campaign myself but I don't wanna)

They Might be Giants

Cake (the band)

Pie (the food)

Lemon Demon/ Neil cicierega

Anything lemon flavored

The color purple

Calvin and Hobbes is responsible for my absentmindedly archaic and verbose vernacular that I have to go out of my way to subdue to not sound like a fuckin nerd

Red Vox

Funny cat pictures

Fuckin love dragons when they're treated with respect instead of as giant beasts to slay or cute and "smol" I am very opinionated about this I grew up with

Eragon/ The Inheritance Cycle

Gryphons are also cool but if you spell it Griffin dni

Been a while since I read Percy Jackson but I liked that

Might change my name to gryphon, I liked the sound of phoenix shortened to nick like in ace attorney but my friend's brother is already named that and that would get confusing

Have decided Gryphon is my middle name

If you have read this far you are allowed to know my name is Skyler :)

Dragon Age: Origins

Fable 3 totally ripped it's story from DA:O

I bite my ice cream cause I'm not a coward

Enter the gungeon

The DC animated universe

Fallout new vegas

[hamiltrash-ponky-shipper]

Hey, I'm Jessie (she/her). I'm currently FUELLED by le coffee and ✨️le crippling insomnia✨️ to make this account. I'm a lil strange goblin so lemme introduce myself to you fellas >:3.

Fun facts about me!!

- Technically the great niece of a famous British actor

- I am a smol bean at only 5'3 :3

- BIG theatre nerd 😎 (seen les mis 7x)

- 18 years of age :3

- One kinky son of a gun :3

DNI -

Uhhh, weird people (by my standards: racist, homophobic, transphobic), non-kink friendly, any irls (i will be posting the manifesto of a mad lady >:3), nothing else I can really think of ^^

#kink friendly #musical theatre #hamilton #tøp #les miserables #dear Evan hansen

[rosesisupposes]

(love)sick

Remy notices something off about his boyfriend

Relationship: Losleep

Warnings: getting someone sick; sharing streaming passwords

Inspiration: a real life occurrence

Word Count: 792

Obligatory Losleep Tag: @sleepless-in-starbucks​

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“Achoo!”

Remy almost didn’t hear the muffled sound with his headphones on, but his jams just happened to be paused at that exact moment. Moving slowly, he eased an arm over to the tissue box on the side table and pulled one out without disturbing his boyfriend, whose head was in his lap. He waited until he heard a second sneeze before silently offering the tissue with a dry, “Gesundheit.”

“Thank you, moonlight,” Logan said automatically, blowing his nose. Then he looked up into Remy’s face, noting the very arched brow and all-too-familiar expression.

“Babes, what was it that I told you last week?”

Logan colored slightly, a dusting of pink across light tan skin. “I don’t believe I recall the exact phrasing-“

Remy arched his eyebrow even harder, and Logan looked down. “You said that if I continued to kiss you, I’d get sick too.”

Remy ran his fingers through Logan’s long hair, for once free from his usual top knot to pool in ebony waves in Remy’s lap. “And what did you tell me?”

“That based on the normal way in which infections such as rhinovirus are transmitted, i.e. the normal 7 to 10 day delay in between transmission and display of symptoms, it was statistically likely that I had already caught your illness before you started sniffling.”

Remy gazed down at his boyfriend. His face looked funny this way, upside down, all his normal expressions rotated 180°, but still every bit as handsome as the day they’d first met.

“My sweet nerd. Honey pie. Star in my sky. Light of my life.”

Logan raised his own eyebrow at Remy’s string of endearments, knowing there was a second part of the thought coming and pretending like the pet names didn’t still affect him.

“What did you say after that, when I reminded you that you were definitely increasing the chance of transmission regardless?”

Logan had the decency to look caught. “...that it was well worth the risk, to be able to kiss you more.”

Remy hummed tunelessly. “Was that it?”

Logan smiled. “No, I believe my exact words were, ‘What care I for future illness in the face of kisses that taste of coffee and cinnamon, of moonbeams and nebulae clouds?’”

Logan noted with satisfaction that despite Remy’s stern affectation, he was blushing just as much as he had when Logan had said the words the first time a week prior.

“Yeah, well. I was right. And I told you so.”

Logan shrugged, shoulders bumping against Remy’s thighs. “It was only a cold. I’ll be fine.”

“I’m not fetching you chicken soup and tissues while you wallow in misery, not when you brought this on yourself.”

Logan sniffed, then turned his head to kiss the hand Remy had yet to remove from his hair. “Ah yes, I am certainly the one in this relationship known for bouts of drama and exaggerations of my own discomfort,” he remarked drily.

Remy pouted slightly, but continued to twine his fingers through Logan’s silky hair. “You’ve been around me & Ro long enough, you might have picked up some of it.”

“There are many wonderful traits of yours that I’ve acquired, and also the coffee addiction,” Logan said, closing his eyes and leaning back into Remy’s repetitive motions. “This particular habit isn’t one of them.” He sneezed again. “I would, however, appreciate it if you brought the tissue box within my reach.”

“Fiiiiinnnneee,” Remy said with the air of one worn down after hours of negotiations. He removed his headphones, and moved the box from side table to coffee table with an exaggerated grunt of effort. He pulled the small wastebasket under the table within reach for good measure before picking up the remote. “What are you in the mood for tonight? Old Spock or Baby Yoda?”

“The Mandalorian, please,” Logan said, blowing his nose before picking up his phone. “I’m ordering in pho, you want your usual?”

“You’re standing up when it gets here, I refuse to pander to your self-induced misery-“

“Thai tea too?”

“With boba, please.”

“Anything for you, moonlight.”

Remy pulled a blanket over them both as they settled in to watch. His hand found its way back into Logan’s hair, long and straight and soft. Hearing his sniffles, he hoped it really would just be a quick cold. Tease as he might, he never wanted his boyfriend to be truly unhappy.

The theme started from the Disney+ account that they shared with Remy’s brother, Logan’s brother Virgil, and both their significant others as well as a few coworkers and random friends online because “Be Gay, Do Statistically Insignificant Crime” (Remy’s words, edited by Logan). Logan snuggled into the blanket and Remy’s lap.

“Love you, Rem.”

“Love you too, starshine.”

[theonlyjelly-iwillput-inmybelly]

I love Logan Sanders with all of my gay heart

[rosesisupposes]

Roman: I want to do great deeds for you!

Roman: Cut through a mountain! Build a palace! Name a species after you!

Roman: You name it!

Logan: I want you to calm down and not do anything crazy or drastic

Roman:

Roman: This is the hardest thing i've ever done

Logan: I appreciate your sacrifice

[source: foxes-in-love.tumblr.com/post/183230158535]

[rosesisupposes]

Moodboard: Logan Lancaster

Part of Another Goddamn Hero Story

D.R.E.A.M. Index #337255 [Updated as of Dec 2019]

Classification: Class A.2.i [Secondary Tier, Threat Response, Legacy]

Name: Doctor Vectorious

Status: ACTIVE

Civilian Name: [CLEARANCE: TOP SECRET] Logan Lancaster

Threat Status: Threat Response Team

/////////H.A.T.C.H. Status: On Call

Partners/Sidekicks: member of  DI#A-4894 - Team Left Brain; DI#A-4895 - Team Right Brain

Primary Foes: N/A 

/////////No particular villains, just the normal run of chaotic forces

Powers: Speed - Broad Spectrum;

Costume: Dark blue and black bodysuit, white V, silver goggles

/////////Goggle technological enhancements include: binocular vision, night vision, recording and playback, rudimentary facial recognition

Age: 23

Height: 5’5”

Pronouns: He/Him

H.E.A.R.T.S. Class of ‘11; Advanced studies Class of ‘14 

Note: Son of DI#265345 - Professor Polarity; Earned his PhD in Physics from University of Harmony City in 2016; Key witness in trial of DI#265345 regarding Project Charcoal, see IR19-Z-0001.

Logan has been brilliant since his childhood. It is believed (by him and others) that his super speed extends to the rate at which he is able to absorb, process, and distill new information. In the past, he was known for his very strict black-and-white view of the world, particularly regarding supers and morality as a whole. This changed largely due to his parents’ involvement in Project Charcoal, coupled with his introduction and familiarity (and later relationship) with the members of Team Right Brain. 

He has recently resumed his research in addition to serving as an active super. Building on his doctoral thesis and some buried results produced by the other Drs. Lancaster, he is researching ways that supers (particularly young supers) can use the properties of power-dampeners and -enhancers to modulate the force of their powers for training, as well as for mental health applications.

While he shied away from the public eye in the immediate wake of his parents’ trial, he [and his partners] have been slowly taking on more prominent roles in awareness campaigns around young supers or those with newly-acquired powers, aimed at supporting the supers and their loved ones.

Appearance notes: Built like a sprinter - on the shorter side, stocky with thick thighs. Pale skin, light brown hair, grey eyes. Wears black, thick-rimmed glasses when he’s in civilian clothes.

Moodboard photo credits, via unsplash: blurred stars || goggles || fluid art || desktop || work harder || city blur || blue racing light || time moves on || microscope

[rosesisupposes]

74, Loceit

74.“I’m not wearing a tie.”

… I probably took this a very different direction than you were expecting :P

word count: ~300

Prompt List [Requests Closed]

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“Yes, Dad, that works for my schedule. I’ll check with him too. Yeah, Papa can pick the place. I’ll talk to Dee and let you know. I love you too. Talk soon.”

Logan hung up his phone with a slight sigh.

“What are you talking to me about?” his boyfriend asked from the doorway.

Logan jumped, surprised, then smiled a little sheepishly. “My dads invited me to dinner. And they really want to meet you finally.”

“Finally?” Dee asked with a raised brow. “We’ve only been dating five months.”

Logan cleared his throat. “Yes, but I may have possibly used Dad as a sounding board back when I was trying to decide if I should muster up my courage to talk to you, so he’s been hearing about you for… longer than five months.”

Dee smirked, coming over to rest his hands on Logan’s hips. “Pining from afar and rationalizing yourself in and out of decisions? That doesn’t sound like you at all, dear.”

Logan flushed slightly. “Shush, you. Anyway, they want to meet Thursday - if you can’t make it or don’t want to, that’s more than fine.”

He looked up at his boyfriend hesitantly. 

Dee kissed his forehead, then paused. “Do you want me to be there, love?”

“Only if you want to.”

Dee raised an eyebrow. “My darling nerd. What have we said about direct questions? What do you want?”

Logan cleared his throat. “I’d like you to be there.”

Dee smiled. “Oh good, because I would like to come. On one condition.”

“Oh? And what would that be?”

Dee trailed a manicured nail down the silk tied expertly around Logan’s neck. “I am not wearing a tie.”

Logan chuckled. “I accept your terms. Papa is probably going to be in a sweatshirt, anyway.”

“And your Dad?”

“…I just pray Papa convinces him to leave the cat hoodie at home.”

[rosesisupposes]

Logan, tearing up a little: Roman,,,, that’s gay

Logan: If at any point during our ceremony you say “that’s gay” I will walk away and we will have to do it all over again

Roman: Bold of you to assume I wouldn’t marry you a million times

[rosesisupposes]

Oooh, or “How could you forget your son’s birthday?” with Logince XD

Time for some prompt fills, because I need to prepare for the final acts of AGHS :D

Prompt List [Requests Closed]

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All Logan wanted after a long day of lectures and office hours was to come home and sit down with a nice cup of tea. Preferably with a heavy dose of honey to soothe his tired throat, and accompanied by silence to soothe his headache. Something about this exam season had really brought out the worst of his students’ anxieties, and his office hours had gone twice as long as planned as a parade of college kids trooped in and out with dire predictions about their futures.

Walking into the apartment he shared with his boyfriend, though, he stopped short, hand still on the doorknob. He stared, then checked the number again, then stared once more. It was definitely their apartment. But it currently resembled a mini Disneyworld, with castle cutouts on the walls and Mickey ears everywhere, covered in sparkles and confetti.

“Logan! You’re home!” 

His boyfriend came barreling down the hallway and practically knocked him over with the force of his hug.

“Hello Roman. What is all this?”

Roman drew back, gasping dramatically, hand splayed across his chest as the very picture of affront. “How could you forget your son’s birthday?”

“This is for that?” he responded. “My dear, I know it won’t make a difference, but I feel compelled to remind you once more that Burbage is a cat. He is unaware of the passage of time and of Disney alike.”

“Lies and slander! Burbey loves Disney!”

With a tone of endless patience, Logan responded, “Just because his head sometimes turns towards the screen when a movie is on…”

“He likes Aristocats the best, because he is a noble creature of refined taste. He takes after me, obviously.”

Logan smiled fondly at his wonderful, if very ridiculous and somewhat tiring, boyfriend. “Can his birthday party involve me getting to sit down?”

Roman grinned down at his love, and tangled his fingers into Logan’s neatly-tied bun to undo it. “Of course, starshine.”

[rosesisupposes]

you should see me in a gown

pairing: Logince, background sleepxiety

word count: 1,307

This was inspired by @skylagamingv2′s undying love for Logince and an excellent quote from @hawthornshadow

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Edited to add: Read on ao3!

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Logan is wearing this dress by @midnightcandy

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Roman Augustus was an asshole, and no, Logan Leavitt was not open to constructive criticism.

The fact that said asshole was also his boyfriend was irrelevant.

He just clearly knew exactly what he was doing, all the time. Like this morning, when Logan had woken up at his usual time of 5:30 am to make coffee and read the paper before work. At 6, just when the coffee always kicked in enough for him to start doing the crossword, Roman meandered into the kitchen. His auburn hair was tousled from sleep but still managed to look like he’d just walked out of a photoshoot. He was wearing nothing but sleep shirt and boxers, and it was one of Logan’s old t-shirts, the one that said “Science: It’s Like Magic, but Real.”

Roman had slouched over and sleepily kissed Logan on the cheek, muttering something about sunshine or starlight. Logan was not confident on the exact words, because he’d been a bit distracted, okay.

Then there’d been the time when Logan had gotten home from teaching, exhausted and with sore feet. Roman had been in his typical post-audition-jitters routine of cleaning the entire house while singing Disney songs. Normally Logan would replace the broom as Roman’s dance partner, but he was so tired that day, and had shuffled over to the couch. Roman had abandoned the broom and instead swept Logan off his feet, carrying him bridal style as he continued to turn and sway. “So this is loveee,” he crooned, waltzing around their living room. Logan would have insisted that he put him down right now but then Roman had kissed him on the forehead and his face started to light on fire as his head went into the clouds. Standing on his own would have been dangerous, surely. It was just common sense to stay in Roman’s arms instead. And if he stayed there until Roman gently deposited him in a kitchen chair and started serving dinner… Well. In his defense, his feet hurt.

Every time Roman dressed up to go out was far worse because he would act like he didn’t know. As if somehow, this gorgeous man was unaware of the effect he had on his poor boyfriend when he’d draw on perfectly sharp wings to his eyeliner, or smooth on lipstick in his signature red, or a hint of blush that reminded Logan far too much of what Roman’s faced looked like in the middle of…

Logan shook his head, resisting the urge to fan his warming cheeks. Now was not another time to get distracted, particularly when Roman wasn’t even home yet. No, today was the day to turn the tables. He’d been bemoaning how he’s just too pretty, all the time to his best friend Virgil when Virgil’s boyfriend had fixed him with a look.

“Okay, yes, your boy’s a snacc, but why not turn the tables, doll?”

Virgil had elbowed Remy with a teasing grin. “Hey, I better be the main course, you thot.”

“Oh hun you know I’d eat you up at any time. Including right now. Logan, will you excuse us?”

“Fuck off, that’s not what I meant!”

“I mean, he can stay, I’m easy,” Remy said, blowing a kiss at the teacher who was currently regretting every single decision of his entire life, particularly the one where he’d idly commented that Virgil’s tattoo artist was attractive and he should try talking to him.

Virgil rolled his eyes. “What did you mean by ‘turn the tables,’ love? Is this a scheme idea?”

Remy sat up from where he’d been draping himself across the entire couch and also both other men. “Oh Virge, you know me so well. Yes, I have a scheme idea against Roman.”

“Awesome, let’s do it,” Virgil said immediately, just as Logan said “Absolutely not.”

“Lo, baby, hear me out,” Remy said.

And, like a fool, he had.

But now he was waiting with a quivery anticipation as the clock ticked closer to the time Roman was scheduled to be home from rehearsal. He adjusted his glasses as he walked back to the window, staring out into the sunset. Was this whole thing ridiculous? It felt so excessive, and indulgent. What if Roman didn’t like it? He should just leave this alone, it had been a mistake to follow any advice of Remy’s.

He turned away from the window, running a hand through his hair, when a small sound in the doorway caught his attention.

Roman had entered silently and was staring, slack-jawed, at Logan’s outfit. His eyes caught on swirls of embroidery at Logan’s wrist and traveled down the navy silk along his arm to where his shoulders were exposed. Roman swallowed hard as he took in the sheer fabric stretched across Logan’s collarbone and down to the shimmery purple designs that spread across his skirt, starting at his navel. Like a nebula seen from galaxies away, the purple faded into greens and blues and even golds, pricked through with tiny specks of light and constellations. The skirt spread out in a wave from Logan’s waist, twinkling with his movements, holding Roman’s gaze as if he’d been hypnotized.

“...Lo?” he managed to squeak out.

Logan’s self-consciousness had vanished as he watched his love go entirely catatonic in contemplation of his dress. He walked to the door, relishing in the tiny whispers of silk against silk, and pulled Roman fully into their apartment. His boyfriend was still in his rehearsal costume, a prince’s regalia complete with epaulettes, but his face was rapidly turning the color of the bright crimson sash that crossed his chest.

“Hello, dearest,” Logan said, cupping Roman’s face with one hand. “How was rehearsal?”

“...grood. I mean, geat. I mean,” he stammered, still staring at the curve of Logan’s waist underneath the gown. “God, I’m so gay,” he whispered. He reached out tentatively to lay a hand on Logan’s hip.

Logan brought his other hand up to rest on Roman’s shoulder, still cupping his face in his hand. “I’m glad you’re home,” he said evenly.

Roman just nodded, face blazing red as he brought up a hand to Logan’s neck.

“Oh, do you like the dress?” Logan asked innocently.

Roman finally found his voice. “Lo, I… you’re a wonder. You are a vision of starlight and dreams, and I love you so, so much.”

“Because of the gown?”

“Of course not,” Roman said, kissing Logan’s cheek. “I love you because you’re brilliant, and passionate, and so driven to learn and help your students learn, and because you do that thing where you tap your pencil on your nose when you’re doing the crossword, and everytime I see it I just want to pull you back to bed to snuggle but I can’t so I just kiss you…”

Logan stopped him by kissing him softly on the mouth. “Like that?” he asked, only a little breathless as they parted.

“...yeah, just like that,” Roman said through a haze of smiles. “Dearheart, what is the occasion?”

“I wanted to fluster you the way you fluster me, daily and constantly,” Logan said with a smile. “Is it working?”

Roman giggled, then spoke seriously. “Darling, I have been flustered by you since the day we met. Every time I look in your eyes, my brain stops working, in complete and utter disbelief that a man like you is still in love with me. It’s an occupational hazard, and the best risk I ever take.”

Logan blushed again, but smiled through it. “Well, if nothing else, this dress has procured me a large number of compliments, so not a complete waste.”

Roman would have thrown his head back to laugh, but that would have meant looking away from the beautiful vision in front of him. Smiling, he leaned in to kiss Logan at least once more.

[rosesisupposes]

Roman, awake at 3 AM: pretty fucked up that we depict the moon as a girl and the sun as a boy. they’re just floating rocks in space. Lo? wake up Lo. listen. they’re sexless.

Logan: the sun isn't a rock go back to sleep

[rosesisupposes]

Logan: You should probably commit to fewer activities

Roman: :) no

Logan: ...

Logan: *deep sigh*

[rosesisupposes]

Deceit: My loves, I haven't come up with a name for us

Logan: Dear, that's unncess-

Deceit: De(space)ceit(no)

Virgil: ...I want a divorce

[rosesisupposes]

If you want to, do a Logince hand kiss please, thank you.

Hi, did you know I’m a Shakespeare nerd? So are Logan and Roman and you can’t convince me otherwise.

Auditions

pairing:

logince

word count:

654

It was preparing for an audition that got them to this point. A Shakespeare play, an obscure one, so of course both Roman and Logan were needed.

“It’s a straightforward commentary on selfishness!”

“No, it’s a knockoff King Lear with none of the beauty,” Roman sniffs.

Logan rolls his eyes. “Well of course the language isn’t the same level, it was only partially written by Shakespeare…”

“See! All the more reason it’s not as good!”

“You like Pericles!”

“Yes, because it leans into the absurdity! Timon is just… depressing. The only fun part is Alcibiades.”

“And yet, compared to other writing on him, Alcibiades is entirely out of character in his seriousness.”

“…the main character feeds former friends mud and finds gold in a ditch, and your problem is that Alcibiades doesn’t match Plato’s account?”

Logan sniffs. “Not just Plato, don’t be silly. I’m also referring to Thucydides’ representation.”

Roman falls back into the couch with a sigh. “It’s still boring. He just… switches over, complete mood change, within a scene. No descent into anger, just a single failure and bam he’s angry at the world now.”

Logan leans against the arm of the couch. “You’re not incorrect. But is that entirely unrealistic?”

“It’s not unrealistic,” Roman grumbles. “But if we’re going to be an angry, betrayed noble, why can’t we be Lear? We’d at least get the dramatic storm and bastard subplot and loyal servants…”

“Roman, you’re clearly forgetting Flavius.”

“He’s not the same!”

“Oh?” Logan says, raising an eyebrow. With a gesture, the script is in his hands. He pulls Roman to his feet and begins to read.

“What viler thing upon the earth than friends who can bring noblest minds to basest ends! My dearest master!”

Roman raises an eyebrow in return, but summons his own script and responds in kind. “Away! what art thou?”

“An honest poor servant of yours.”

“Then I know thee not: I never had honest man about me, I; all I kept were knaves, to serve in meat to villains.” Roman turns away, in character, shunning the taller side. 

Logan grabs his hand, pulling him back to face him. “The gods are witness, ne'er did poor steward wear a truer grief for his undone lord than mine eyes for you.”

Roman stares up at Logan’s eyes. He’s never realized just how blue they are, always hiding behind the logical side’s frames. “Had I a steward so true, so just, and now so comfortable? Thou singly honest man,here, take: the gods out of my misery have sent thee treasure. And so farewell and thrive.” He goes to move, but Logan tugs him closer.

“O, let me stay, and comfort you, my master.” Without breaking eye contact, Logan brings Roman’s free hand up as he leans slightly, and softly plants a kiss there.

Roman drops his script in alarm. “I- yes, what an excellent point, Timon clearly also has a loyal servant, yes, that is interesting, I need to go… read about that more. Yes, that’s it! I need to go research!”

Logan smirks just the tiniest bit. He still hasn’t released Roman’s hand. “If it’s research you need, shouldn’t I come with?”

Roman is sure he’s blushing now, and hates it. “I’m sure that’s… unnecessary,” he squeaks.

“I understand,” Logan replies with a small shrug. “If you change your mind, of course, I’ll be sure to make myself available.” Before Roman realizes, Logan leans down again and kisses his hand once more before finally releasing him.

The princely side practically sprints away, face absolutely burning red. He holds the kissed hand with the other, leaning on the wall just out of the living room’s sight. Now that the threat isn’t quite so present, all he can think of is a flashing pair of deep blue eyes and the soft contact of lips on his skin.

He really, really needs to prepare for more auditions with Logan.