#loganster

[thisaccisdead]

dont wanna become a hater someone send soft logan/logan comforting roman stuff 🥺

[devany98-blog1]

This song has become my jam! it is so good.

Please enjoy 

[the-sunshine-dims]

a ghosts body

umm so i seem to be only getting motivation to write or edit angst or hurt/comfort fics? umm sorry for the angst?

words: 391

ao3 link

contents and warnings: escapism, severe disassociation (i think thats the word but if its not please tell me), angst, hurt/no comfort, repression, possible background questionable lightsides (not really but possibly), logangst, ask to tag 

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Logan has a strict schedule, at first it helped, it was a constant and he could do most of it without even thinking about it.

But as the weeks grew to months and Thomas stopped listening to him it changed, it changed from a nice constant, almost grounding thing, to an escape.

Because when he could do the things, he could do them on auto pilot.

But then those months became years, and he found himself dreading every interaction between anyone and himself, it got to the point where he recited what he’d say in his head for hours a week so that he’d not have to be mentally present during the conversation and he could just.. let his mind wander.

But lately it’s gotten a lot worse, Logan’s body does this every time

he wakes up, he eats, he works, he goes to check with the others about the work, they tell him what they're thinking, he starts his work over because roman wanted something different-.

It’s a cycle

It’s a cycle and he hates it because now he doesn’t even feel present at all, almost ever, he feels like a ghost limply attached to a body, he wants to move, he wants to smile. But he can't. He wants to so much but he can’t, he tries but he’s unable to, he wants to go on a walk in the imagination but he just can’t.

He wants to tell everyone what’s been going on with him but how can he do it if he’s not himself anymore, he’s just a limp spirit being dragged by his body because his brain is so used to doing that.

He wants his body back, he really does, he wants to be able to be normal like them, but he doesn’t have the power, not when it’s been going on so long. and not when everything he does is on auto pilot and no one seems to notice or care.

…

He wanted his body back, but now he doesn’t Care, now all he wants is to lay in his bed, and hope that maybe someday he’ll be able to feel, able to have power in his own life, and maybe able to care that he barely feels connected to his body anymore so his physical form could disappear

Maybe they would notice then.

[aliferous-ly]

Seeing Red

based on this by @illogicallyinclined​ because um? i love it ? i took a fewww creative liberties also wrath is rage bc i didnt see the wrath tags until After writing so /peace sign/

warnings: injury, blood, knife as a weapon, loud terrible noises (like nails on a chalkboard esque), bliiinding, eye trauma, basically all the og warning tags plus like. logan freaking out

<3

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Logan clutched at his collar. Air clogged in his throat like it moved through molasses, and he tore the first few buttons clean off of his shirt. His tie, already loosened, flopped, almost completely undone, against his chest. 

“Shit shit shit shit!” 

“Virgil?” 

“Honey, what’s going--”

“Goddamnit!” Virgil’s voiced pounded against Logan’s ears. He could hear Patton worrying, hear Roman asking what to do, while Virgil shouted, his voiced fused with frustration-anger-fear-fear-fear. 

“I’m gone!” Virgil finally said. “I’m gone! He took control, I’m gone.” 

And by that, of course, he meant he no longer could influence Thomas’s decisions. Patton’s control had flown out the window rather early on, similarly with Roman’s. Virgil, the deep-seated highly volatile Anxiety, usually kept the reigns for… ever. He’d never slipped yet. Anxiety had some sort of hand in nearly every part of Thomas’s life. 

Logan could hear all of this happening, but he was in another room. Not completely by choice, he’d been tugged there by… something, something, why can’t he remember -- and, well. He couldn’t really breathe. But it was fine. Everything was fine. 

A sharp, piercing noise shot through his head like a knife scraping down a chalkboard. A warbled gasp of pain shot from his lips but -- but -- 

“Logan! We have to get -- we have to get Logan--” Virgil’s voice cut through the walls, loud and frantic. 

“Calm down, calm down, he’s fine.” Roman’s. Strong, willful Roman. Steady and flighty all at once. 

“No, he’s -- Rage -- he’s --” Logan could hear the words tearing from Virgil’s mouth in gasps, bullet words catching on the wind. 

“He’s just in the other room, I’ll go get him.” Patton, now. A gentle force from behind, a safety net. The doorknob rattled. A knock. Logan hadn’t locked the door. 

“Logan, buddy?” Patton called out. Tentative, concerned, fear-fear-fear--

The piercing noise grew to a cacophonous level until he couldn’t hear what was happening, here there or anywhere, a never-ending onslaught of high-pitched noise barraging his senses, stuffing his brain with nothing but echoes and ringing and he couldn’t hear everything he touched was static and -- 

Silence. 

“Oh, Logan~” 

He knew that voice. He knew that voice, so why couldn’t he remember -- 

His senses flooded back to him, one right after another. Carpet under his fingers, a steady beating in his ears, two black leather boots with pitch dark spikes. 

He looked up. 

Rage smiled, lips stretching and gruesome. His teeth glinted bright, bright white. Logan could feel his heart in his throat, a foreign feeling sweeping through him. An external pounding echoed in the back of his mind, like it was happening but he couldn’t -- really -- hear -- 

Then Logan blinked and realized that his teeth weren’t the only things glinting, that he was holding a long -- silver -- knife. 

Logan scrambled to his feet with a reserve of energy he didn’t know he had, everything loud and narrow and bright. 

“Oh, don’t freak, freak,” Rage said. He twirled the blade once, twice, before a power-hungry grin overtook his face. “I’d say it’s nothing personal but I’m going to relish every moment of this.” 

“Don’t--” Logan extended his palms but in moments Rage was upon him, gripping at his arms his shirt his tie -- Logan pushed against him, something primal and raw erupting as he yelled. Rage’s wrists were burning, hotter than anything Logan knew, his hands slipping against rough obsidian skin. Rage was a flurry of limbs and Logan couldn’t see, couldn’t see, couldn’t see and --

The knife hovered above his eyes, just between his glasses. Rage laughed and laughed and laughed, eyes flung open wide, golden red eyes -- orange black eyes -- fire and brimstone -- 

The bridge of his glasses snapped. 

The world erupted into red. 

“Can you see it?” Rage might’ve whispered or yelled but it all sounded the same to Logan’s ears, crashing waves of fear and pain filling his head. Can you see it? 

The color was never ending, lacking depth and feeling and Roman loved red, he loved the color, but it didn’t feel like Roman, this hateful burning hellfire scarlet -- everything hurt, it hurt and he couldn’t see because of all the fucking red in his vision, he just wanted it all to go away and --

Silence. 

Rage was gone -- Logan could sense it, in the room. Rage’s presence filled every crack, every hole. He needed to be seen, had to be known. Rage was gone. Rage was… gone. 

Logan choked. His ears burned. Something viscous and warm slogged down his cheeks and Logan thought, well, tears are thicker than I remember, well, would the others find him, well, Rage really got what he wanted. 

And then he remembered, oh. Oh. Tears don’t hurt, not like this. Not like this. 

And he remembered the big silver knife, settled between his eyes, and Logan realized his eyes weren’t closed. He wasn’t guarding himself against a bright world. He no longer saw red and instead everything was -- 

Dark. 

A sob tore from his throat. His shoulders shook and he trembled, trembled for someone to help, for someone to give him his sight back give it back --

Hysteria rose and he forced it down. Object impermanence renders you --

But Rage was different than Remus, Logan knew this -- 

Object impermanence renders you pretty unintimidating. 

Something loud cracked, like wood splintering in half. 

What’s so frightening about something with no real world impact?

A warm touch, cool against his burning skin. Soft hair against his neck and ears, a pressure on his arms. Movement, smooth and swift, the fabric of the couch against his elbows. 

Someone wrapped their arms around him, sideways, like they leaned against -- against the arm of the couch, and his own back was against the back of the couch. 

The muffled ringing in his ears subsided, just enough. He could feel fabric -- a sweatshirt? -- against his arms. A voice murmured in his ear and as time trekked on he could make out more and more. 

“We’re here,” the voice was saying. Virgil was saying. Virgil, who was holding on tight to Logan, unwilling to let him go. Undoubtedly getting blood all over his sweatshirt because that’s what was dripping down Logan’s face. That’s what was… 

“It hurts,” Logan said. 

Virgil pressed his forehead against Logan’s jawbone, lips against his shoulder. “I know. I know. Roman and Patton are here to help.” 

Logan made a small, pitiful noise, but when they asked -- Roman, Logan thinks, but the voice was so soft it could’ve been Patton -- if they could help him, treat him, he nodded. 

It hurt so much less than he thought it would. 

Logan knew that cleaning wounds -- anywhere, not just on the face -- hurt like hell. Hurt almost more than the initial wound, because the residual adrenaline had worn off by then. But he barely noticed it -- a prick, a tug. He was more aware of Virgil’s heavy weight around his torso, his head pressed against Logan’s neck. 

“Done,” Roman (definitely Roman, Logan was positive this time) said. “Patton brought some soft clothes for you.” 

“Thomas,” Logan said. “What about--”

“Thomas is fine,” Virgil said, interrupted. “After…” He swallowed. Logan could feel it in the way his shoulders shifted, in the closeness of his chest. 

“After Rage left,” Roman picked up. “Patton found a crack and forced through.” 

“Thomas is letting off steam,” Patton said. His touch landed on Logan’s arm, feather-light. Fabric followed soon after and Logan just -- Logan just moved when he could, as Patton and -- Virgil, slowly dressed him. “He needs to take a breather. Rage is being released in a healthy coping mechanism.” 

Logan nodded, suddenly exhausted. “He’s okay.” 

“He’s okay,” Patton confirmed. “And you are, too.” 

Logan didn’t say anything. Because he didn’t know if his sight would return. Logically, probably, maybe. When Thomas recovered his faculties then Logan would… return to himself. Five senses and all. 

But… 

What if it didn’t? Would he be blind for -- for the rest of Thomas’s life? 

Virgil tightened his grip. Not enough to be painful, but just enough for a surge of appreciation and comfort to flow through Logan’s veins. He felt -- he felt safe, in Virgil’s arms. He knew Patton and Roman were close. And with those around him he was guarded from the rest of the world. 

Another wave of exhaustion swept through him. 

“I’d hug you, but Virgil’s kinda hogging all your hug time,” Patton said. Joked. 

Logan’s lips quirked. It was weak, but it was there. 

Virgil settled his chin atop Logan’s shoulder. “Nope. I’m legally obligated to stay here.” 

“Rude,” Roman said. “I knew you were a dragon but I didn’t know you were this much of a hoarder.” 

Virgil hissed at him. Something comforting and relieved exploded in Logan’s chest, releasing in a singular exhale of almost-laughter. 

“Did you just -- did he just hiss at me?” 

“There there, Roman,” Patton said. “It’s okay. I’ll hug you.” 

“Thanks, padre. You’re my favorite.” 

Logan imagined Virgil sticking his tongue out at Roman, imagined Patton and Roman giving each other the biggest, most obnoxious hug known to man. 

“Thank you,” Logan said. The words were dusty, and warbled, and choked, but they were there. 

“Of course,” Virgil said. 

“It’s no problem,” Roman said. He sounded like he’d tried for boasting but couldn’t manage to sneak out the soft undertone. 

“We’re always here for you, Logan,” Patton said. 

His heart lightened. Logan didn’t smile, he didn’t know if he had the energy for it, but he was… content? Comforted. Maybe even happy. 

“This won’t happen again,” Virgil promised. “I have a brand new crippling fear of Rage taking over. He won’t ever gain this much power, ever again.” 

“That’s good,” Logan said, because it was. Thomas shouldn’t be enraged so completely, he shouldn’t lose control so fully. And now Virgil had the means… to prevent it. And Patton had evidently grown stronger, too, being able to wrench some of Rage’s control from him. 

And with Virgil by his side, Roman and Patton aiding him every step of the way… they were okay. 

Logan could breathe. 

Everything was okay. 

[e-equals-m-c-scared]

if anyone has any logan angst/ sympathetic remus..... maybe even a bit of intrulogical..... please..... for the love of the gods, send it my way

[theuntitledcartoonist-blog]

I was cleaning up my desktop and stuff, and I stumbled across this drawing. When I was first starting my Tumblr, I was originally going to use this for my banner, but when I tried it, the whole photo didn’t fit, only the cloud with the words on it did, and that gave me the idea to make another banner, which I had used for a while up until today. If you have not already noticed, I’ve updated my banner. It’s a new take on an oldie, with the oldie being my original banner, but not this very first one featured in this post, but only the one I’ve been using until now... hope that’s not too confusing :D

Hope you all like the new banner!

Thanks, and havaguday!

-TheUntitledCartoonist

[olliedollie1204]

Remus: spends the entire episode intentionally trying to hurt Thomas, shows no regard for his well being

Remus: goads Logan by getting in his way and ignoring him, encourages Logan to snap and yell at the others

Loganst stans: thank GOD for remus finally helping logan go crazy!!!!!

[choosekiindness-blog]

any logang on here, we have a Facebook group that we would love to get up and running with more Logangsters!!!!

[effable-as-f]

Excuse me Mr. Logan “I’ve Never Felt Anything In My Life” Sanders but if you don’t have feelings then why do they get hurt so much

roman and logan.............sad

[thisaccisdead]

Logan and Roman talking about poetry and stars together 🥺🥺

Yes logince talking poetry and classic lit is in my mind 24/7 🥺🥺🥺

[alexiazaraih]

My stand on the Logan Paul situation

Here's my opinion on the Logan Paul video. I am a Loganster and I do agree that he shouldn't have shown the body, but he blurred the face, warned the viewers in the beginning, age restricted the video and put suicide hotlines for 3 different countries in the description and at the end of the video. He told his guard to call the cops to let them know. Some people are saying that he knew what he was doing that he had a chance to rethink that whole part because he had to look back at the footage and edit it, Logan doesn't edit his videos he has someone edit them for him. Yes, he should've left after that or told his editor to cut out the rest until they got back to the parking lot or the editor to call Logan just to make sure but neither of them did. Logan was truly shocked and sad for this man and his friends and family. He posted this video in hopes of helping someone who may need it. He's only human and he did make a mistake but he thought he was helping. There are tons of other YouTubers who have done the same or worse than what he has but I haven't seen them get criticized or getting demands to leave YouTube or asking to get banned. Is it because he's a more known creator?  Should he be banned absolutely not, he had no intention of trying to hurt anyone he just wanted to help people who were thinking about suicide or were on the verge of suicide,he was trying to help them to not do it. No one wants to feel alone or unwanted so having someone like him say that and to say that he is listening and cares and wants to help means a lot to people who are actually suicidal or suffers from depression. Yes it was bad that he was joking and laughing, but thats how he copes with anything. As do other people. Logan Paul made a mistake as a creator, but he is human and has owned up to that mistake. No one should lose their job for one mistake and poorly made decision and he now knows and acknowledges that mistake.

[imaginewhydontwe]

FaceTime Calls ♡ Daniel Seavey

Summary: You and your boyfriend, Daniel, are separated by distance, but that's about it. With daily calls and smiles all around, you're so lucky to have him around - even if it is just through a screen.

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 523

A/N: My first imagine on this blog! Feel free to leave requests and feedback in my ask box, here :) also, huge thank you to @whydontwe-imagine for helping me with this! 

(X)

Finally waking up, you glance at your phone. ‘4:27 PM’ “Oh my god,” You breathed, as you quickly pulled your phone from the charger, checking all the notifications you missed while you where sleeping, revealing some missed messages from Daniel.

‘good morning, beautiful!  I’m going to be on set today, shooting  for Something Different with Logan’

‘I know it’s like 12 for you, but you’re probably still sleeping, and I hope you’re having amazing dreams.’

‘babyyy, i’m on a break, and i’m bored.’

You let out a small laugh as you read all the text’s, then quickly texted him telling you were finally awake. After sending him a few text’s, telling him that you slept in way later then you needed too. You locked your phone, tossing it onto your bed, before walking downstairs to make your breakfast. “Morning Love, You’re up late” You mom chuckled for her position on the couch. You continued walking into the kitchen, as you poured your bowl of cereal. “Yeah, I guess I needed sleep,” You chuckled as you put the milk back in the fridge. You heard your mother laugh, then she went back to reading her newspaper. 

You grabbed your bowl, and a water and quickly ran back upstairs trying not to spill the cereal on your way. Once you finally got to your room, you placed your cereal on your desk, getting your laptop and setting it up for when Daniel Face Times you. It had become an everyday thing, ever since a week ago when you had a lot to tell him, and you felt better if you where face to face, instead of texts. You ranted on for hours, Daniel sat there, listing to all your ranting and raving, giving you helpful criticism as you went along. 

‘well, good morning, love! you’re finally awake’

You laughed at Daniel’s text, not responding but instead asking to face time. As the familiar ringing ran through your ears, you started eating your cereal, waiting for Daniel to respond. “Hi, baby” He smiled as his face popped up on the screen. You just smiled, as you shoved a bite of cereal into your mouth. He chuckled at your actions, before he started telling you about his day. 

“So. what-” “Yo” Just as Daniel was about to talk, Logan appeared on screen. “Hi” You smiled, as you waved your arm, setting down your cereal. “He can’t hear you, babe” Daniel chuckled, before taking out one of his headphones, and giving it to Logan. “Hi” You shyly smiled, waving to him. “Your boyfriend’s a stud,” Logan addressed, as you heard Daniel chuckle in the background. You laughed, “Loganster all the way” You chuckled, as Logan took the headphone out of his ear, then going back to whatever he was doing. “Ahhh, Logang for life, she’s subscribed” You heard Logan point out, before you seen Daniel’s face re-appear back on screen. 

“He’s such a goof, but he’s fun to hang out with” Daniel chuckled. You shook your head in agreement,  “You need to introduce him to me one day” You proposed, him shaking his head in agreement. 

“Yeah, definitely. You’ll love him” 

[womenfadsandleather]

So. Much. Loganst!

I love and hate it so much.

Just a reminder that Logan sat in the back of the room, benched, watching his friends, his family do something he so obviously wanted to be a part of. Remember that this is essentially his thing, and nobody thought twice about maybe actually talking to him more than to prove their point. And most importantly: remember his hurt face, when he realized they were doing this without him, quickly covered up by his ‘i don’t have emotions’ act. Don’t forget that Logan knows he was left out, he watched the entire thing, desperately trying to add something, and don’t forget that being ignored and pushed to the side hurt.

[i-like-chipz-blog]

who is a loganster

[vincent-frankenstein]

This is really, really good

and a Big ol Mood :')))))

God I just,,,,, every time I read ur angst it's like an emotional sledgehammer to my heart like??? you're so good at emotions and angst and especially loganst and I cry :'))))))

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Ambitious

this was a fic long in the making…. it’s,,, pretty personal but i want to post it so lol. me in math

Summary: “Virgil, ironically, religiously completed his homework while Logan finished much of it two or one night before the test (when the homework packet was checked to gain the option of correcting a test). Logan’s approach was not at all systematic, but had worked thus far. 

Well… until, that is… calculus.”

Words: 1860

Genre: it’s angst. not like, heavy themes angst just… yeah. 

Pairing: platonic analogical ig, mainly none

Warnings: LOTs of self deprecating thoughts in here. incompetency , etc. mentions of thorns (metaphorical), sharp thorns. virgil forgets to take care of himself. it’s not a satisfying ending, and if there’s anything else please tell me!

Tags: @sassy-in-glasses @rose-gold-roman @justanotherpurplebutterfly @anxious-but-whatever @echomist13 

“You’re too ambitious for your own good.”

Logan blinked and frowned, hands curling into the fabric of his backpack. “Sorry?”

“Dude, TA? What are you even doing with your life?” Roman said, laughing and shoving grapes into his mouth at the same time. “You barely have enough time as is, I can’t imagine yet another responsibility…”

“I’m fine, I have plenty of time,” Logan said, waving his hand. He spent needed time on classes, yes, but no more than he should be.

“Yeah, I don’t doubt that,” Roman said. “You’re crazy good at managing time.”

Logan nodded uncertainly. “I keep a planner and don’t procrastinate.”

“That is such a lie and you know it,” Roman said, laughing. “How many social studies essays have you bullshitted on the last day?”

Logan sniffed. “I’d say about five.”

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