#roman creativity

[sociguess]

doodle request: Roman being comforted after a nightmare

i figure virgil would be experienced in the whole nightmares thing - personal hc bsjebsbsbj

this can be platonic or romantic tbh im just a sucker for v and ro in general

[rube-too-many-fandoms]

Virgil: hey ro

Roman: hello virgil, what’s up

Virgil: i found this *holds up an exact replica of Virgil’s hoodie* in your room

Roman: i-i, um- i can explain-

Virgil: why do you have this

Roman: …i kind of figured you wouldn’t want other people wearing your hoodie, and you kind of see it as a security blanket thing, so to make sure you wouldn’t be without yours I made a replica for myself when i’m stressed…😅

Virgil: …roman, you could’ve just asked to borrow my hoodie

Roman: sorry-

Virgil: don’t apologize for be adorable and thoughtful. i love you for a reason, dork

Roman: i love you too <3

[boopypastaissalty]

Logan: *wolfing down another jar of Crofters*

Virgil: How do you feel when you finish that? Do you feel satisfied? Ashamed? Conscious of the sticky sweetness all along your face and hands? Does you blood sugar rise and you become jittery and restless, anxious even? How does it feel when God frowns upon you for your hubris? Does he compare you to Icarus, who flew so high and fell so far? Do you feel regret as you sit on the toilet in misery, wondering why you foolishly consumed egregious amounts of jam in one sitting? Are you happy with you choice?

Roman: ...

Patton: ...

Logan: Wha-?

Roman: You didn't have to kill him, Virgil

[pixel-dewdrop]

Roman with some eyeliner :)

[ifieabouteverything]

Can someone help!!

Im trying to find a sander sides highschool musical prinxiety fanfic but I cant find it anywheeere

I read it a while back and loved it and wanna reread it

If anyone knows it can they DM me???

(I found it thanks to @delicateherolightscissors! If anyone wants to read it here's the link)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16109666/chapters/37630589

[sonderdd]

Virgil: Your existence is confusing

Roman: How so?

Virgil: Your presence is annoying, but the thought of anything bad happening to you upsets me.

[art-leeks]

this is a pre-existing AU but unfortunately i don't remember who made it (i will edit and properly give credit later) 

[katelynn-a-fan]

Logan a useless gay

Logan was... done for.

Finished.

Goodbye!

Au revoir.

Sayonara!

He didn’t remember when exactly it started. He always remembered exactly when everything happened, but this was a complete fuck all to his memory.

The first time he consciously noticed was when Roman came back from one of his adventures in the Imagination. Hair plastered to Roman’s head with sweat and a few gashes all across his body that Logan immediately grabbed Roman and pulled him onto the couch to treat and bandage Roman’s wounds.

Roman had gone on about his usual tirade about the Dragon Witch as well as more gently talking about saving the citizens of his realm from other various smaller dangers.

Logan had looked up from where he was bandaging Roman’s arm, wondering how Roman could ignore the stinging of the disinfectant Logan had used to clean the wound.

But when he looked up, his lungs felt like all the oxygen was taken from them all at once. It was odd, as Roman looked the same as he always did, but something about the moment took his breath away. The fiery passion in Roman’s eyes, his posture strong and confident even when Logan had to hold one of his arms still to work on it.

Logan didn’t realize he had stopped working on Roman’s arm and was staring until he heard Roman and saw Roman ask if he was alright.

“I’m fine, just got... distracted.”

A foreign sensation of heat came over the surface of Logan’s face, he had heard of the concept of ‘blushing’ but this was the first time he had experience the phenomenon. It was odd though, because Logic and by extension, Logan didn’t have feelings, he couldn’t! It was impossible.

Roman got a dangerous smirk on his face and seemed like he was going to say something about Logan staring, but he finally hissed in pain at Logan hitting a very sensitive and painful part of the wound.

“My apologies Roman, I could tell that hurt.”

“It’s all right Specs, tis’ but a flesh wound.”

“Ah, Monty Python, I see you have... an interesting taste in movies that aren’t Disney.”

“Fuck off, Lo.” Roman teasingly quipped back.

“Don’t let Patton hear you talking like that. He’ll give you more than a flesh wound, he’ll give you an earful.”

Logan realized what he had done when Roman’s eyes lit up, but before Roman could say anything, Logan placed his free hand over his mouth.

“Do not, we will not speak of this again, or I will take away your Disney movies for 3 days.”

When Logan removed his finger, Roman dramatically pulled back, causing Logan to have to let go of the arm he was treating.

“How dare?”

Logan looked up at Roman scoldingly and replied simply, “I dare.”

And that was just the first time, the second time was with Patton making cookies for the cookie jar, for Patton’s two cookie days. 

He had looked over and watched Patton absentmindedly hum as he prepared to put the cookie in the oven. Carefree and moving perfectly.

That same burning hot feeling came to his face and he just wanted to watch and stare at Patton for hours, but was cut off as he saw Patton look up at him. He quickly busied himself again with preparation, as Logan did not have feelings, it’s just slightly hotter the kitchen because father oven warming up. That was all it was.

And so it happened again, and again, and again.

Virgil listening to music on his headphones and jamming out. Deceit curled up for warmth against Logan one day on the couch. Remus’s very overt sexual comments hitting just right, though Logan convinced himself they went wrong despite his face feeling like pure fire.

And on and on.

He always kept a professional and tight facade as he had been doing, but inside he was unknowingly obsessed. He found himself yearning for their looks, for them to look at him they way he was looking at them. They were so beautiful, in a way Logan could never be.

But Logan didn’t have emotions. He just didn’t.

No matter how much he wanted them to love him, he knew he couldn’t love them back. So he pushed them away, coarse words, plain truths, and white lies. He didn’t want to weigh them down when they could fly so high. And Logan was just happy to be able to watch

He was nothing and they were everything.

And to tell you the truth, it was going to tear Logan apart to face the truth.

Even if it killed him.