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5am-the-foxing-hour · 5 months

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Saw these poses and brain went "draw for Wolfsbane au" and thus... here we are.

A bookworm who fell asleep while reading.

Roman finally got to tag along to a market as his tiny self. Virgil and Remus getting surprised by some rain.

Original poses by Mellon_soup on Instagram

Pose 1 I Pose 2 I Pose 3

#Sanders Sides #Janus #Remus #Roman #Logan #Patton #Loceit #Vampire Virgil #Werewolf Janus #Fey roman #Fey Remus #Witch Logan #Wolfsbane au #Digital art #TsArt #My art #my energy for details kinda died after Janus and Logan's one XD

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maletfwitch · 6 months

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Witches Coven Part 3 (Logan/KSI)

John Cena was scheduled to attend a big WWE event, providing him with the perfect opportunity to gather more items that would allow his coven to take more famous bodies.

A pair of gray boxers that belonged to influencer and wrestler Logan Paul was one of the things he collected. With his millions of followers and recent business success with Prime he was a perfect subject.

After the event was over John would begin to distribute the stuff he took to the other witches and the first thing he’d deliver was Logan’s underwear.

The witch who received them held the boxers in her hands as she began chanting an incantation that caused green magic to flow through the underwear, collecting Logan’s DNA and beginning to inject it into her overriding her own as her transformation began with her feet as they grew to a size 10 and started to look more masculine. Her transformation then continued up her legs, bulking up and growing a bit of leg hair fuzz while they also grew in length until she reached a new height of 6’2. Her female genitals then began to disappear, with male ones replacing them, causing him to feel immense pleasure as his cock and balls grew. His hips then began to narrow, giving him a more masculine stance, while his shoulders widened, creating a V-like shape as muscles grew throughout his upper body, with his biceps and triceps growing thick and firm muscles, while hair began to grow under his armpits, and his hands grew bigger making them now look more manly. Abs grew on his stomach, and his tits began to shrink and reshape themselves into pecs. His neck then started to thicken, with an Adam's apple appearing and facial hair beginning to form on his upper neck, which continued up to his face, which was shifting and morphing with his jawline becoming more chiseled and masculine while a beard was growing. His eyes then changed color from brown to green, and his hair started to turn a dirty blonde as it started to recede into his head, leaving him with a messy short haircut.

His transformation was now complete he was Logan Paul. He took off what was left of his clothes and put on the boxers that fit perfectly against his skin and carried his new bulge. he then began to flex his muscles feeling so masculine as testosterone flowed through his body he knew he was gonna enjoy being a man from now on.

Meanwhile, the Original Logan was chilling in his mansion until he saw famous actor Henry Cavill Magically appear out of a portal before he could say anything the handsome actor waved his hand and Logan felt himself begin to transform into a woman

“Wha- What have you done to me” Logan said as her voice began changing becoming more high-pitched and feminine

“I’m setting things right there can’t be two Logans” Henry Said as the new Logan appeared beside him.

“That’s why from now on I’ll be Logan” The new Logan said with a cocky tone and smirk while the original Logan was now completely transformed into the witch’s woman form with a terrified look on her face. Henry then opened a new portal “Enjoy your new life” Logan said to the woman before Henry sent her through the Portal and followed her through leaving the new Logan Paul to Himself.

Chapter 2

After Stealing the identity of Logan Paul the Witch has been enjoying himself being a guy just felt so right and natural for him having all those muscles and testosterone flowing through him not to mention he enjoyed the luxurious lifestyle this body had to offer. however, it was time to help the rest of the coven acquire more famous bodies and his next target was KSI since he was the second half of Prime Energy he’d be valuable and he had a pretty sexy body that any witch would be more than willing to take.

He hatched a plan to set up another boxing match against KSI to promote prime energy however he would use this opportunity to steal his body for the coven. While KSI was training for the match Logan snuck into his locker room and was able to grab a pair of Black Boxers before teleporting to a fellow witch’s apartment. He then greeted the witch who went by the name Amira she was an older woman with dark skin somewhere in her 50s and had quite a curvy body.

Amira began casting the spell as she held onto the underwear collecting the DNA embedded into it and transferring it to her beginning the transformation at her feet growing to a size 12 even bigger than Logans and becoming more masculine while fat began to burn off her legs while some muscle formed and they become more masculine. her genitals were next up as they began to disappear with a cock and balls growing in their place the cock especially looking rather big and thick. his curvy hips then began to narrow with his stance becoming more masculine, his shoulders widened giving him a v shape while his arms began losing fat with firm muscle building in his triceps and biceps. his hands then grew larger and more masculine as his manicured nails disappeared. his tits then began to shrink and reshape themself into pecs with the word “knowledge” appearing tattooed on them with a bit of hair too. Firm Abs then appeared on his now slimmer stomach. an Adam’s apple appeared on his neck while it thickened. his face then reshaped itself while facial hair appeared on his jawline. his hair then restyled itself into dreadlocks finishing Amira’s transformation into KSI.

After the original KSI was done training he went back into his locker room only to be ambushed by Logan Paul and a clone of himself. before he could say anything he was transformed into Amira as his muscles drained away being replaced with fat while his body aged and his genitals were replaced with female ones.

The original KSI was then sent away through a portal so the new one could take his life immediately. from now on they were Logan Paul and KSI.

They went on with their match which was a big hit getting a ton of views online with even their original bodies being forced to sit back and watch, the match also brought a lot of attention to their company and helped increase sales making them richer and helping the coven become more powerful with no sign of the coven’s power slowing down.

#maletfwitch #witches coven #body swap #f2m #celeb #youtuber #logan paul #ksi

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blackoutbugza · 28 days

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an au idea i had

patton is a father of four. he’s a usual dad; funny, protective, into sports, sweet to everyone, doesn’t swear or the one that says “there’s no swearing in this household!” he is against alcohol, but he doesn’t confront logan about it harshly.

logan is his husband. he’s a wine and cig momma obviously. tired, never wearing efficient clothing, swears the most, and the kids call him mom because they already call patton dad. he drinks way too much but tries not to expose the kids to anything. he tries to be a good parent, but he’s still trying to get his life together.

roman and remus are their two oldest, being 15. roman has the passion and love of patton but the anger issues of logan. remus has the upbeat energy of patton, and the feral swearing of logan. the two always fight, but can get along when looking after the younger two.

virgil is the middle child, being 12. he gets really nervous around logan because of his aggression so he depends on roman and remus for a lot of things and was basically raised by them and patton. he nerds out to remus about a lot of things and plays a lot of games with roman.

emile is the youngest at 8 years old. he is a little quiet like logan but they’re both great listeners. he has patton’s happiness, loving personality, and smile. roman got him into disney and remus and virgil got him into cartoons. he looks up to his parents the most.

janus is logan’s brother and the kids’s uncle. he also drinks but not as much. he comes to visit every little while and knows a lot more than everyone. him and patton are friendly, and remus sees him like a third dad. janus’s daughter is named dolores, the dragon witch.

dolores is the kids’s cousin. they call her the dragon witch because of her obsession with the wings of fire series and the dark academia aesthetic. she’s very intelligent for her age, being 14 years old. she’s very close with the twins, mostly remus, since her and roman don’t get along too often.

#i might draw this later :)#sanders sides #ts sides #sasi #thomas sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #remus sanders #creativitwins #virgil sanders #emile picani #janus sanders #dragon witch #original au #alternate universe #my au

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5am-the-foxing-hour · 16 days

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Witch Logan *working on a potion*: And then we'll need- Werewolf Janus: Got it. Witch Logan: Oh, thank you, next we'll need- Werewolf Janus: Here. Witch Logan: Right.. next is- Werewolf Janus: Here you go! Witch Logan: ... Thanks. Werewolf Janus: No problem. Witch Logan: ... Werewolf Janus: ..? Witch Logan: Janus, how did you know the things I was asking for? You grabbed them before I could say their name. Werewolf Janus: Uhh... I'm not sure. Amongst all these ingredients it just felt like the thing you were asking for... Witch Logan: Huh? Werewolf Janus: I have no idea. To be fair, I don't even know what potion you're making. Witch Logan: And yet you knew what ingredient I was just going ask for? Werewolf Janus *scratching at the back of his neck*: I- yeah? Witch Logan: Interesting... very interesting indeed. - Later - Witch Logan *bolting upright in his bed*: Oh by the spirits and gods, I'm such a fool! Werewolf Janus *bleary eyed and half asleep*: Whu-? Witch Logan *grabbig Janus's face by the cheeks*: You're my familiar that's why you knew what I needed before I could say it, back when we were making that potion! Werewolf Janus: *blinks up at Logan, still half asleep, before giving him a sleepy smile in return*

#Sanders Sides #Wolfsbane au #Loceit #Janus #Logan #Witch Logan #Werewolf Janus #incorrect quotes #shitpost

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nakmor-leigh · 1 year

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"Virgin" XMen Evolution Dad Magneto that never talks to his kids unless he wants something from them, abused his daughter, then later kidnapped her and forced a telepath to change her memories of that abuse so that she believed he was a good father so that she'd stop trying to kick his ass as payback

Vs "Chad" XMen Evolution Dad Wolverine who adopts every mutant kid he comes into contact with, protects those kids with his life, jokes around with them and gives them all nicknames, so obviously only wants the best for them, beats himself up when something inevitably bad happens to the kids, and LITERALLY the minute he finds out he has a clone daughter he's never met he's thinking of what to name her and if he should decorate her bedroom at the institute or if he should let her do it and if he should enroll her in school or play it safe and homeschool her for a year or two

#xmen evolution #x men evolution #wolverine #magneto #logan howlett #erik lensherr #laura x23 #laura kinney #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #i believe in xmen evo logan supremacy #flashing lights #for the gif just in case

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loganslowdown4 · 1 year

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Roman: Wait! Stop scrolling!

Roman: If you like these incorrect quotes, consider checking out the writer’s pinned!

Roman:

Roman: 😁

Logan: *quietly* Did they visit our pinned post?

Roman: *whispering* They’re still here.

Logan: Did you ask them to follow us for more quotes and theories?

Roman: Shhh! You’re scaring them off!

Roman:

Roman: 😭

Logan: Now what?

Roman: I’m too pretty to be stuck here! Writer! Let me goooo! I have a dragon witch to fight!

#sorry Roman #yes you can go to hunt the dragon witch now go on lol #this self promotion came into my head and made me laugh #anyway feel free to follow!#I’m actually sitting on a bunch of theories I need to write out lol #thomas sanders #sanders sides #roman sanders #logan sanders #ts roman #incorrect sanders sides #ts logan #platonic logince #logince

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edupunkn00b · 6 months

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A Light in the Darkness

Photo by Johanes Plenio via Unsplash. Color and tone edited.

Logan finds a light in the darkness when he needs it most. It leads to more than he ever thought possible.

WC: 2617 - Rated: G - [ AO3 ] - CW: fear, minor injury, blood mention, past major character death referenced, ghosts, happy ending Written for @houser-of-stories as part of the @tss-october-ghostwriters gift exchange for. I hope you enjoy it! I had fun writing it! -

“Keep running, freak!”

Taunting laughter filled Logan’s ears as he stumbled deeper into the dark forest. He tripped on a rock but kept his footing and continued to run. Heedless of the thorns that snagged his hair and his clothes, heedless of the cold. Heedless of the villages’ stories of the ghosts and spirits who guarded the woods.

The trees grew thicker here, wide long branches crowding out the nominal path. The prickly pines tore at his ragged sweater and threatened to snag his third-hand spectacles from his face. He stopped, yanking hard to free himself from the gnarled grip of one sharp-spined bough. The voices, his friends’ voices—former friends’ voices—grew louder and he gave one more hard pull on his sleeve. The yarn snapped and the branch took a bit of his skin in trade, but he surged forward.

Loose soles on his worn boots flapped. One caught on a tree root and he slammed down on one knee. Cold, flickering light from the mob’s lanterns shone through the trees. Logan watched their shadows loom over the thicket.

He’d lost the path.

Again scrambling upright, Logan limped forward and dove into the thick underbrush. He dodged to the left, then the right. The shadows grew shorter. The men drew closer.

A dark mass, a boulder or maybe a massive tree trunk, blocked his path. It swallowed up the dancing lantern light, a flat, empty darkness.

Whatever it was, Logan ran toward it.

Shouted swears as the mob hit the thicket echoed against the trees. “You made me rip my favorite pants, freak!” Someone shouted. The blacksmith. Perhaps the shopkeeper. Enraged, they all sounded the same.

Logan hoped to hide behind the mass, definitely now a boulder—he could just make out a bit of the grey treeline above it. As he drew nearer, though, he discovered it wasn’t merely a boulder, but a gap in the rocky foothills on either side of the forest. A cave.

Bears lived in these woods. Bats, too. Worse, if the stories were true.

Given what Logan knew about the villagers’ stories about him, though, he doubted the veracity of many of their stories.

A rock exploded against a tree only a dozen yards to his left.

“We see you!” a voice jeered as another rock struck the same tree. “Fucking tall ass freak!”

The chance of a bear beat the certainty of the mob, so Logan darted into the cave.

He slowed as soon as he passed the threshold, the utter darkness within making the forest feel brightly light. The tiniest glint of lantern light at the cave’s mouth was the sole evidence flames had ever existed. Shivering, he inched deeper into the cave, stepping toe-heel. Relief flooded his veins when the grating voices faded, the last glimmer of lamp light absorbed by the dark stillness of the dark stone. The cave was cold and dry, his own breathing roared in his ears.

He was alone. He was safe.

Fear-fueled strength waning, Logan sank down and crouched against a mostly smooth divot in the wall. Knees hugged to his chest, he worked to slow his breathing, ignoring the ache in his knee and shin for now.

For now, he just listened.

Save for several breathless moments when the men tromped past the entrance, the cave was dark and silent. Even that moment was brief and it appeared the mob gave up their pursuit.

Logan had no way of knowing how much time had passed, nor how easily sound from within the cave might spill out into the forest, but eventually the throb in his leg could no longer be ignored. Moving as slowly and quietly as he could, he stretched out his injured leg to assess the damage.

Blindly prodding, he found a gash below his kneecap and another above the edge of his boot. The rest appeared to be simple bruising. Nothing was broken, but he would need to clean the wounds so that infection wasn’t his next big problem.

Logan shivered, stifling a humorless laugh. Expulsion meant he’d never need to have that argument again. Not in this village, at least. He shifted again and a warm trickle down his leg told him his current big problem was blood loss.

Feeling around the cave floor turned up little more than a few dried leaves and pebbles. He raised a handful of the tiny dried bits to his nose. Yarrow. He stretched to gather more, then ripped his pant leg from ankle to knee. Wincing, he pressed as much of the dried yarrow over his wounds as he could stand. It wasn’t perfect, but was better than continuing to bleed.

He let his head fall back against the wall with a little thud and a sigh. Eyes squeezed shut, he shoved away the pain to consider his next steps.

It was possible the mob would simply wait him out at the edge of the forest, counting on hunger or the cold to drive him back to the village. Even if they hadn’t torched his home, return was not an option.

Under cover of darkness, this little cave was a sanctuary, but in the harsh dawn’s light, it could quickly become a cage. Though tempted to rest for a few hours before heading out in search of a more permanent safe space, Logan was self-aware enough to admit that, in this weakened state, there was little guarantee he’d actually wake before dawn. The fear of waking to the raucous voices of the mob, their lanterns in his face, shook him from his drowsiness, the imagined gleam of their torchlight snapping open his eyes.

The light, however, had not been imagined.

An arm’s reach away, just above eye level, floated a glimmery ball of light. It shone a soft blue, the color of the sky at mid-day. The color of his late father’s eyes.

The color of hope.

Logan stared at the light for a long moment before shaking himself. Was he dreaming? Pushing up to his feet, a groan escaped his lips at the jolt of pain in his leg. The light flickered, then rose, again just above his eyes.

Fuzzy memory brushed at his mind, an old story his father read to him before (and well after) he could read for himself. Mythical fables of tiny lights that would guide the hopeful, the virtuous, the hurt and the needy home.

“You know I can’t return to my home,” he said aloud to the little light. Sharp laughter edged his voice, shame at his own foolishness. He’d been homeless for far longer than when this village, too, turned on him for his strangeness. Alone in a cave and talking to an imagined ball of light, could he blame them?

Almost in response, the light shifted and a second light sprung to life a few feet from the first.

Instead of leading him toward the mouth of the cave and back out to the forest, it drew him deeper inside. Logan blinked at it. Did he really have anything to lose?

He stepped forward and the first light rushed forward, dancing around his head. “Alright, alright,” he chuckled, the bright blue light impossibly warm and cheery and filling him with… more optimism than he’d felt in a long, long, time. A third light sparked to life and he nodded. “It appears you have a plan,” he muttered. “Just—” he gasped when he stepped and put his full weight on his injured leg. “Just go slow,” he managed, one hand on the cave wall for support. “Please,” he added and the little light bobbed, like a nod, before drifting deeper into the cave.

Well after Logan had expected to hit the back of the cave, the lights continued, leapfrogging ahead each time he drew near enough to touch the closest light. One halting step at a time, he followed. When he stumbled, a fourth and fifth light sparked on either side of him, sharing their strange warmth.

“Thank you,” he murmured and let them guide him. Logan didn’t know how long they’d meandered through the cave and a high-pitched laugh bubbled up from the back of his throat at the image of himself limping in circles in the back of a dark cavern. Not long after that, the wall seemed to fall away, starlight and the thin pink light of dawn glowing beyond.

He managed one more step before falling forward. Logan was already wrapped in a dark blanket of unconsciousness when the lights caught him and laid him gently on the ground.

“Ohh, Jannie!” The familiar sing-song followed by an emerald glow at the edges of his vision was Janus’ only warning before Remus appeared in front of him. Shoulders shimmying, he levitated, one leg crossed over the other, a few inches above the wooden table where Janus prepared both meals and potions. The brilliant green of his eyes over-illuminated the grimoire in its stand as he stared expectantly at Janus. The apparition pouted when Janus didn’t look up. “It looks like Pattycake found another one! Out by the Gate.”

“Hm, really?” Janus graced him with a single eyebrow raise before returning to his work. It wouldn’t’ve been the first false alarm—or outright prank—the spirits in his charge had brought to him. He finished his current sentence before pulling the ink closer to the page.

“Yes, really!” Remus huffed and the lid to Janus’ inkwell popped into place, blocking his quill. “Pattycake says this one’s important, too.”

Full attention drawn, Janus laid down his quill and met Remus’ translucent eyes. “Important?” he murmured.

“Mm-hm… Important and alive, just like you.” Remus’ grin didn’t last. When he dissolved only to reappear next to the cottage door, his eyes were serious. “But maybe not for long.”

“I’ll get my bag.”

By the time Janus had gathered his bag and his cloak and pulled the heavy wooden door shut behind him, Remus had already found Virgil. The pair were exchanging their typical morning greetings, cat’s claws buried in the thick bark of his oldest alderwood. His hiss cut short the moment Janus appeared and started down the path.

Virgil shifted and leapt from the branch to join him, eyes drawn to the medicine bag in his hand. “You’re not headed to the village, are you? Things are… tense down there.”

“That says a lot coming from our resident scaredy cat,” Remus laughed, not bothering to corporate.

“Tense?” Janus asked, ignoring the friendly barbs. "How so?”

Giving Remus nothing more than an eye roll in response, Virgil shrugged at the witch. “The usual ‘you’re not like us so you have to die bullsh—”

As though summoned by the curse, one of Patton’s will o’ the wisps blipped in front of him and Virgil nodded. “Sorry, Pat.”

Shaking his head at the predictable antics, he pointed down the path from his cottage. “Is he still down by the gate?”

In answer, the will o’ the wisp buzzed half-way down the path before pausing. Janus would need to wait until they were all back in the cottage before Patton could speak to him, but for now, the dual message was clear.

“Yes, and hurry up!”

Logan dreamt. He was a child again, small enough to comfortably curl up in a nest of blankets in front of the hearth. He watched as his father stirred the big iron pot, metal ladle clanging gently against the sides. The pot bubbled, full of a broth or stew or perhaps even the dumpling soup he liked… whatever it was, it smelled wonderful.

The fire crackled gently in the fireplace, close enough to warm him, far enough that he had no fear of sparks. His father had always known just how close to let him settle in. The blankets were thick and soft, softer than in his memory, even. They smelled of sage and lavender and black pepper. A tiny black cat curled near his leg, purring gently.

His father hummed as he cooked, an old lullaby he used to sing when Logan was feverish or had woken from a nightmare. He smiled as he dropped a handful of herbs into the simmering water, the fragrant smoke wafting through his shimmering blue hair.

Eyes wide, Logan sat up. “Papa?” Rough and cracking, his voice was low. The voice of a man, not that of a little boy. Hands shaking, he reached up and felt his own face. Two-days worth of stubble scratched his palms, and his fingers were rough and calloused. But he couldn’t deny the evidence of his other senses. “Papa, is that you?”

“Logie…” His father turned and before Logan could blink, was at his side. He smiled, bright and bold, his front cuspid cracked, just like Logan remembered. His entire form was edged in a faint blue, the same shade as the lights Logan had seen in the cave, he held his hand. Wrapped firmly around his, his father’s hand was warm and tingly, sending the hair on his knuckles and his arm on end. “Of course it’s me, Logie,” he murmured in the voice Logan thought he’d never hear again.

“Papa,” Logan clung to him, eyes squeezed shut. He felt real. He felt warm and safe. Familiar broad shoulders, big, fleshy muscles, thick curls tickling Logan’s cheek.

He felt like home.

“Papa, the town, they—” Tears choked out the rest of his words and he cried hot, shameful tears. “I—̛I was alone. I couldn’t fend them off, I—”

“You’re safe, now, Logie,” his father whispered. “You’re not alone anymore. You’re safe here.”

“But you’re—” He couldn’t force the word past his tight throat. “I buried you, Papa,” he finally managed to whisper, squeezing the hand in his.

“I know. And you were so strong.” His father’s hand cupping his cheek, Logan melted against it, just like he would when he was nothing more than a child. “It’s really me, Logie. Just… just a little different now.”

“But…” It was impossible. His father had… “But how?”

His father’s eyes shifted and Logan turned to follow his gaze. A man, a plain, ordinary man stood in the corner. He wore a heavy black cloak, his face half-hidden in shadow. A crooked smile fought its way to the light, the flicker of the fireplace giving him an animated expression. “Logie, I’d like you to meet my friend, Janus.”

The man stepped forward, hand outstretched. He quickly flipped it over, palm up, but not before Logan caught sight of the runes tattooed across the back of his hand.

Before he could think better of questioning the hospitality of the man his father described as a friend, Logan blurted out, “You’re a witch?”

“You got a problem with wiccans, Stretch?” A cloud of green formed inches from his face, molding before him into a wild pair of eyes above a manic grin.

“Smooth, Remus,” spat the cat by his shin and Logan’s eyes whipped back to it and stared.

“Y—you speak?”

The cat stretched and kneaded the floor, claws carefully tucked inside its paws. Logan blinked and a young man dressed head to toe in black wool suddenly sat hunched in the cat’s spot. “Of course I speak.” His smirk and the dark eyes flashing warmly heavy bangs belied the otherwise hard tone. “Don’t you?”

“Oh, Kiddo…” His father squeezed his hand and nodded to the witch. They both watched as he filled three bowls with dumpling soup. Stunned, Logan leaned against his father and accepted the first bowl.

“Eat up, Logan,” the witch murmured with another half smile as he passed a bowl to the man-cat, cat-man… Whatever it was. “We have a lot to explain.”

#Light in the Darkness #ts logan #ts janus #ts patton #ts remus #ts virgil #tall!Logan #witch!janus #ghost!remus #other tags are spoilers #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #magic au #logan sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #virgil sanders

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