What If I Was A Repressed Gay Ghost From 1916 And I Confessed My Love For You On The Stairway To Hell

What if I was a repressed gay ghost from 1916 and I confessed my love for you on the Stairway To Hell™️ and you made an Orpheus and Eurydice reference and you admitted you're not in love with me back but a secret third thing (so devoted the lines blur) and told me we had an eternity to figure out what that means for us and that we're still best mates just like we've been for the last 30+ years. What if I was Edwin Payne and you were Charles Rowland. What then.

I'm at a :.|:; for words.

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We have:

Bitchy boy from Hell

Friendly guy who solves 90% of problems with a cricket bat

Girl with a demon in her head who can see your memories (but not her own)

Anxious shut-in girl who is actually really friendly and colourful

Lesbian whose Big Knife makes up for her awkward attitude

A murderous 300ish year old witch who would unironically call herself a girlboss

Bird

Really tiny, really bitchy iconic duo that feeds on attention

Not a Catboy, but a CatmanTM

Cute librarian :)

A man with a catchphrase who is also a walrus. He will sell you approximately something slightly to the left of what you asked for

A demon with nothing better to do than bother his ex

Victorian girl with a glowing squid for a pet

Immortal CPS worker with too much paperwork

Death played by Kirby Howell-Baptiste

One (1) man with no trauma

The best take on Lilith I've ever seen. That's not a joke it's just my honest opinion

Ghost postman. He delivers the ghost post

Ghost detectives so fruity they got me to write a 4.5k words outline for a fic. No one is doing it like dbda I'm afraid