#lj headcanons

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laughing jack doesn't have insides. he has stuffing. his legs and arms are complete bone and his torso is just stuffing. like the worlds worst teddy bear.

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how about (romantic) logince and music? if you decide to do this one, thank you, if not, still thank you for being amazing :>

Logan plays the violin. 

Roman had no idea. It seemed like the kind of thing that was more his territory than Logan’s–music, creativity, whatnot. But after their third date, as they sat in Roman’s room next to the grand fireplace sipping wine and talking, Logan admitted that he ‘dabbled’ in a little bit of violin music. 

Roman was intrigued, and conjured one immediately for him. Though Logan was blushing, he obligingly set aside his wineglass and took up the magnificently crafted instrument, remarking on its beauty before lifting it to his shoulder and tucking it under his chin. Roman prepared himself to be supportive and encouraging no matter what screeching agony he was about to be subjected to. 

But instead, he found himself entranced when a long, solemn note issued forth from the perfectly-tuned instrument. Logan made a few adjustments then closed his eyes, and Roman gasped softly as the most gorgeous melody filled the air. His eyes wanted to drift closed, lulled and enchanted by the music as he was, but he refused to let them, unwilling to tear them from the vision before him. Logan was etched in firelight, swaying ever so slightly to the music, long nimble fingers moving with ease over the strings. The violin seemed to become an extension of his arm, the music flowing from him naturally and gracefully. 

When it ended, Roman made a tiny distressed noise before he could stop himself. Logan was blushing, looking anywhere but at Roman, and mumbled, “Music and math have a lot in common, so I just thought…” 

Roman didn’t let him get any further. He rose to his feet and captured Logan’s face between his hands, then kissed him, long and deep. Logan melted in against him after only a moment, kissing him back, and when he drew away his blush appeared to have an entirely different source. 

“Is that really why?” Roman teased gently. “Or was it part of your Sherlock Holmes cosplay?” 

Logan let out a startled, goofy giggle, and if Roman hadn’t already been in love, he would have fallen in that instant. 

“Maybe,” Logan admitted. “A little bit.” 

Roman laughed, and drew him back in for another kiss. “Come here, you beautiful nerd,” he mumbled. 

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Logince + Bubbles (hewwo btw ily)

It’s illogical to use bubble bath. There’s no real discernible hygienic benefit to doing so and it’s the kind of frivolous thing Logan would usually despise. 

After he and Roman got together, though, Logan had to admit, watching the creative side make bubble beards and sculpt sea monsters was…entertaining. 

(Aka Roman makes bubble bath creatures and Logan finds it more adorable than he’s willing to admit)

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Logince snow day?

Roman loves building snow forts. Logan thought it was all silly until Roman convinced him they could explore various types of architecture using an unconventional construction medium. 

Now the nerds sit around studying various kinds of castles, cathedrals, cabins, and everything in between, planning how they’ll use the snow of the next snowfall to try to build structurally sound buildings. It combines Roman’s creativity and Logan’s love of learning and math and they can stay outside for hours debating the benefits of transverse arches and flying buttresses. Patton eventually has to forcefully drag them back inside (usually after Virgil pesters him enough with worries about the other two getting sick or frostbite), where they’ll settle by the fireplace wrapped in blankets and holding mugs of cocoa and go over their results, before beginning blueprints for their next grand Snow Structure. 

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Moxiety and after one of them has a bad dream? (Platonic or Romantic or QPR is up to you, I love it all. ^u^)

Going with QPR! An extension of my fic Platonic. 

Virgil has a hard time sleeping. When he and Patton began sharing a bed, it got a little easier, but he still has nightmares lots of nights. Usually they’re vague and shadowy things: threats about the others getting hurt, or fears that things will go back to the way they were before the others accepted him. He wakes up shaking and biting back sobs, or sometimes biting back screams of fear. 

Patton has gotten very attuned to these shifts, to the point that he can now tell pretty much the moment Virgil’s dreams go from pleasant to bad. When they do, Patton will ease himself closer to Virgil and spoon him from behind, holding him in a grip that is comforting but not too tight (he doesn’t want Virgil to feel like he’s trapped). He’ll then very softly start to hum a wordlessly soothing tune. 

Virgil will stop squirming and fidgeting and go still and quiet again. He’ll relax back into Patton’s arms. Sometimes he’ll wake up and turn around and burrow into him wordlessly; other times he’ll fall back asleep, lulled into peaceful dreams by the voice of the person he loves and trusts more than anyone in the world. 

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For the sanders sides headcanon prompt thing: platonic logince and cuddles

Logan and Roman both get over stressed easily. They tend to push themselves to their breaking point, both desperate to be the best at their jobs and prove themselves useful and valid members of Team Thomas. 

They have a hard time taking care of themselves, but they’ve found an override for this lack of self care: they take care of each other. 

It’s much easier for them to recognize the signs of burnout in one another than admit how close they are to it themselves, so they have both secretly made promises to themselves to keep an eye on the other one. When one of them is getting too stressed, the other will silently walk into their room and come up behind them and put a hand on their shoulder. 

It’s an unspoken signal, but one that neither will argue with: when the other comes and puts a hand on his shoulder, it means, without words, “You need a break, I’m worried about you, come with me, I love you.” It also means, “I need a break too and I want you to take a break with me, please.” 

They’ll look up and smile at each other and all of that unspoken stuff flies between them, and they’ll stop whatever they’re doing and stand up and stretch. Then they’ll go into the living room –a neutral zone, where neither can accidentally get caught up in work again–and settle onto the couch. Sometimes they get cocoa or a snack; sometimes, they just curl up together. They’ll snap into pajamas or onesies to be more comfortable, snuggle up, and just hold each other. They don’t have to talk during these times because they already know what the other would say: 

I see you working so hard, I’m proud of you, I understand you, I respect you, I love you, you deserve this.

Neither of them is great with admitting all of that out loud so it’s nice to have found someone with whom they don’t have to. They settle in and listen to each other breathe. Sometimes they sleep. Sometimes they don’t. 

But when they finally do pull apart, often hours later, they both feel a thousand times more rested and invigorated. 

They don’t talk about these times out loud, but they mean the world to both of them. 

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LAMP ice cream party

Oooo I love this!

Human AU (in my mind, it’s my backpain verse, though it doesn’t have to be): They don’t all get the same days off at the same time very often, so they have to make the most of the time they get. Often, they only have time together late at night, when the parlors and restaurants are mostly closed, so they’ve come up with a Plan B: 

They go to a late-night store like Wal Mart, and basically fill a cart with toppings. Peanuts, walnuts, cashews, sprinkles, sauces, dried fruits, regular fruits, candies like M&Ms, whipped cream, hot fudge, etc. Then they grab a few different flavors of ice cream (usually basic stuff like chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry). 

They take it home and set up their own ice cream bar. They make sundaes together (usually ending up a bit messy as they kiss away bits of chocolate that gets smeared on lips or a dab of whipped cream on someone’s nose). 

Eventually they finish up and head into the living room, where they curl up together and watch movies or play games. 

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Headcanon - Loved ones calling LJ by LJ

LJ was a nickname she used during the darkest parts of her life.  Once she's away from it, she starts to hate the name LJ.  It reminds her of her past, and what she is striving to no longer be.  This is why she asks people that she cares about and loves to call her something else, Lilianne, Lily, Lil....ect.  For those people to revert back to calling her LJ is akin to slapping her in the face in her book.  It hurts her, stings, and feels like an insult.  Doing this is also a quick way to tick her off, as well as make her worry that she's done something wrong.