#logan rowland

[witchinatree]

i love when there is a character that i can overthink about. get rotated in my brain, idiot. i hope you heal from your traumas

[anxiouslyfred]

Haunted

Summary: The Dead Boy Detectives get a letter asking if they can advise on a ghosts neighbour who seems to be haunted by people identical to him. Thomas wonders why his sides keep mentioning silent men coming into his house when he can see nobody.

Authors Note: I have no brain power after yesterdays writing so this is weirdness. For any fics not Sander sides I post them to @fandoms-in-law

My Idea for todays Fic: A ghost on Thomas's street seeks out the dead boy detectives over thomas being haunted. None of them, not even Crystal, know what to make of Thomas being unable to see Charles and Edwin be all his sides can. Edwin just wants an answer of some sort but nothing is in their books.

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"Dear Dead Boy Detectives, I understand you are based in England but I was wondering if you have any insight into my neighbour. He's alive but seems to be haunted by multiple identical ghosts. Identical to him and each other except in clothing that is and their appearance changes when his does usually. This has perterbed by afterlife multiple times and although these ghosts seem to see me while my neighbour cannot they refuse to interact with me except through making my neighbour do so. Please reply if this is anything you've encountered before that needs worrying over. Sincerely Liam."

Charles and Edwin shared a concerned look after the letter had been read out, before Edwin started going through their shelves.

"Perhaps, Crystal, you will be needed to solve this case with us, but I'll research here. Charles, can you pop into the house of this Thomas Sanders to see if you can meet these ghosts or indeed the man Liam is so concerned about?"

"On it, see you in a bit, Mate." Charles agreed, disappearing through the mirror as Crystal groaned a little. "Really hope I don't need to, those flights drag."

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"Yay, another home invasion via mirrors. Did the guy from three doors down send him?" Virgil grumbled from the staircase. He didn't think the kid was a threat, not just because he appeared young, but because he'd looked curious rather than scheming.

Thomas turned around, unable to see anyone other than Virgil. "What do you mean Virge? No one else is here."

"Just like there wasn't for that guy. Thomas, you're going to get yourself killed one of these days being so unobservant." He complained. "Okay, I guess walking through him works. What is with this house and intangible men?"

"I'm an intangible man, Virgil. Want to try?" Remus cooed, popping up beside him and trying to push Virgil's hand through his chest. "But if you're concerned over this guy, I can get my morningstar."

Thomas glanced warily at where he'd just walked through. "If he's just looking around I don't think that's neccessary. You made me replace my TV last time something like this happened."

"Oh, no, that was because Roman decided to fight him." Janus appeared, staring at the spot Thomas still couldn't see anyone in. "It would be much easier to know why these men appeared if we could hear them. Can Logan lip read?"

Thomas shook his head. "You only know the things I've learnt and my need to lip read has been limited. People usually have signals if I need to know things from a distance on stage."

"Then everything is fine as you say. Virgil's just being more vigilant for dangers than normal." Janus soothed, waving the stranger away.

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"These ghosts can't hear us and seem to be known to Thomas. One did seem violent and another was mentioned similarly. I don't think it's a worry for anyone but Thomas though." Charles said, coming back to the office.

"Unlikely to be multiple identical ghosts though if they couldn't hear you." Edwin replied, "I've been unable to find any similar occurrances so far however. Are you against going to learn more, Crystal?"

"Might as well find out what Thomas thinks is going on." Crystal sighed mock frustrated as she stood. "I'll get the plane ticket booked."

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Thomas peered out at the strange woman curiously, "Hello?"

"Hi, I'm Crystal Palace. I'm a psychic who works as part of the Dead Boy Detectives and recently a neighbouring ghost of yours has grown concerned over you. Would you prefer I leave as a mad woman or can I ask you a couple of questions to assuage the ghosts worries?" She'd debated how to approach Thomas on the entire flight and journey over, but after realising he lived in a private area she decided the truth was best, even if it sounded unlikely or impossible.

Thomas blinked at her and she saw multiple men near identical to him pop up just through the doorway, no mirrors in sight. None of them spoke however until Thomas nodded, "I guess I can entertain that idea for a while. Come in."

"Are you mad, Thomas? She could be a murderer? Or here to steal all your money? Or-" The copy of him in a hoodie and eyeshadow beneath his eyes started rambling about dangers until Crystal looked right at him.

"Or I'm a psychic with two ghost detectives very curious to know why Thomas can't see him, the men who seem to be ghosts can but can't hear them and all change appearance in some ways at the same time according to the correspondence we recieved asking us to check everything with Thomas is okay." She replied as succinctly as she could, noticing Edwin and Charles appearing out of the mirror on Thomas's counter. "Edwin and Charles are the ghosts who just arrived. Who are the rest of you?"

Thomas watched her curiously, looking around his living room. "They're my sides. They help me think through situations."

"I'm Virgil and I still don't trust you, or them." The hoodie version greeted.

"I'm Logan and the existence of ghosts is intriguing. Can you tell me more, about them and about your psychic powers?" One of the versions wearing glasses and a tie greeted.

"And what are Sides? Helpful spirits? Something the person generates? Does Thomas know other people with similar 'sides'?" Edwin chimed in, notebook in hand and mirroring Logan's curiousity.

Before Crystal could reply or anyone else could introduce themselves and more possible tangents Thomas cleared his throat. "I'm Thomas, as you apparently know, and the sides are parts of me; Creativity, Anxiety, Logic, Morality and Deceit. The labels are just what they most often help me with, and yes, there are two creativities in case everyone shows up now. The two that haven't spoken up are Patton, morality, and Janus, Deceit."

"Charles mentioned one of them seeming violent when he tried to check on you and them before." Crystal asked, wondering how long it would be before Logan or Edwin asked their questions again.

"Probably Remus if he was the last person I couldn't see to show up." Thomas decided after a moments thought. "He can be quite violent at times. Other times he's just gross or disturbing."

Crystal nodded, "Okay, so I'm probably fine to be here then. Do you know how your sides formed? It's not something Edwin's encountered before and he's been around a while."

"Not really. I used similar characters for Vine and youtube and sooner or later they actually showed up. I assumed I'd just grown so used to imagining them that I worked through everything in such a way automatically." Thomas explained, "Although Logan has made comments over them having been around for longer than that."

Logan nodded. "Indeed, although prior to his videos we remained generally internal. It's still essentially talking to himself whether he sees us or not." He explained. "I'm of the opinion it's just a quirk of Thomas as nobody else seems to have sides in a similar way."

Edwin seemed about to say something before Charles held a hand up. "We aren't here to psychoanalyse him, Edwin. Thomas seems fine to me."

Thomas and Virgil both snorted, eyes on Crystal. "You don't like the sound of an afternoon being the only person to hear everyone, do you?" Thomas asked.

"Not one bit. I'm basically going to assume Edwin's taking notes and just chat with you unless one of them says something that seems important to know." she decided. "Besides, Charles and Edwin can hear everything. It's you who can't see them at all, and your sides apparently can't hear them, but I'm pretty used to ghosts so should be able to tell you enough about them without additional input."

"Sounds like a good plan." Thomas agreed.

The letter from Liam was right that this was an unusual situation, but just as Charles had thought, even with Remus and Roman popping up armed, it wasn't something anyone had to worry about, not even Virgil.

[agentearthling]

IMAGINE! Dead Boy Detectives x Preachers Daughter (Ethel Cain) AU. just dumping ideas here but Edwin as ethel, Charles as Willoughby (preferably having a good reason to leave Edwin and not just running off), cat king as Logan (?) and Simon as Isaiah? maybe? if u wanna do a happy ending u could have Edwin/Ethel meet Charles/Willoughby as spirits after the murder/cannibalism. idk if anyone is following but like. this idea has me gnawing my own arm off. (joke very much intended)

[scmethingsweet]

❝ Do you regret following me here yet? ❞ A chuckle leaves the male's lips. However he is a tad serious with his question. It has only been a week of being back on the ranch and being the owner of it , and well you could say it has started to get to Logan. However he is determined to not allow himself to crack under the pression of being the man in charge.

|| Closed Starter || @missmvrder ||

[curlyhairedintrovertsworld]

[seanpultz]

Characters:

Ghostbusters Team:

Dr. Peter Venkman (Bill Murray) - The wisecracking, charismatic leader of the Ghostbusters.

Dr. Raymond "Ray" Stantz (Dan Aykroyd) - The enthusiastic scientist and co-founder of the Ghostbusters.

Dr. Winston Zeddemore (Ernie Hudson) - The pragmatic and level-headed member of the team.

Janine Melnitz (Annie Potts) - The no-nonsense receptionist of the Ghostbusters.

Callie Spengler (Carrie Coon) - The daughter of the late Dr. Egon Spengler, Phoebe and Trevor’s Mom and Gary Grooberson’s wife.

Gary Grooberson (Paul Rudd) - A member of the Ghostbusters team, Phoebe and Trevor’s step-dad and Callie Spengler’s husband.

Lars Pinfield (James Acaster) - A quirky and eccentric equipment and gadget maker of the team.

Trevor Spengler (Finn Wolfhard) - The grandson of Dr. Egon Spengler.

Phoebe Spengler (Mckenna Grace) - The granddaughter of Dr. Egon Spengler, a young genius and Ghostbuster.

Podcast (Logan Kim) - Phoebe’s best friend and podcaster who aids the Ghostbusters.

Lucky Domingo (Celeste O'Connor) - Trevor's girlfriend and a member of the Ghostbusters team.

Coven of Witches:

Agatha (Christina Ricci) - The powerful leader of the coven of witches who accidentally conjures up Krampus using a spell book she purchased at Ray’s Occult Book Store, which her copy contains a false page. She along with Theodora and Selena help the Ghostbusters save Morgana from Krampus’ clutches and end Krampus once and for all.

Theodora (Gaby Hoffmann) - A skeptical witch in the coven who doubts the Ghostbusters' abilities. She soon warms to the Ghostbusters and helps them defeat Krampus.

Morgana (Aubrey Plaza) - A mischievous witch who enjoys causing havoc with her powers. She is soon forced against her will to aid Krampus in his nefarious plot.

Selena (Kelly Rowland) - A compassionate witch in the coven. She’s the peacemaker. If their is any in fighting between Agatha and Theodora, she is the one who defuses the tension.

Antagonist:

Krampus (Christoph Waltz) - A malevolent entity known for punishing naughty children during Christmas. Krampus, now free, begins wreaking havoc and causing chaos in the city.

Returning Character:

Louis Tully (Rick Moranis) - The quirky former client-turned-friend of the Ghostbusters.

It's Christmastime and the entire city of New York is decorated for the holiday season. However the citizens of this city seem to be losing the Christmas spirit. The tinkling of the bell above the door pierced the quiet solitude of Ray's Occult Books, sending a shiver down the dust-covered spines of ancient tomes and disturbing the slumber of forgotten arcane secrets. In strode four figures, silhouetted by the festive lights outside, their laughter and chatter a stark contrast to the somber hush that usually reigned within. As they approached the counter, their eyes alight with curiosity and mischief, Dr. Raymond Stantz looked up from his ledger, his heart skipping a beat. Agatha, the charismatic leader of the quartet, her raven hair cascading over her crimson coat, caught his gaze and offered a coy smile. The air grew electric with an unspoken challenge as she announced, "Ray, we're in need of something… special." Theodora, Morgana, and Selena flanked her, their individual auras of power and beauty enveloping the store in a warm embrace. It was clear that tonight was not going to be an ordinary closing time.

With trembling hands, Ray reached beneath the counter and produced a tome that had not seen the light of day in many years. Its leather cover was worn, adorned with intricate gold embossing that whispered of arcane wisdom. The title, "The Grimoire of the Forgotten Spirits," shimmered faintly under the flickering candlelight. He presented it to Agatha with a mix of reverence and caution. "This," he said, his voice hushed, "is what you're looking for. But beware, the spells within are not for the faint of heart. They are ancient, powerful, and may come with consequences if used improperly." Agatha's smile grew wider as she took the book, her eyes gleaming with excitement. The coven exchanged knowing glances, their anticipation palpable as they leaned in closer to examine the grimoire's contents. The air in the shop grew thick with the scent of magic and the promise of a Christmas Eve that would be anything but silent night.

The four witches, with the Grimoire open at its center, gathered in the heart of Central Park, their breaths misting in the cold winter air. They formed a tight circle, their boots crunching on the frost-covered grass as they sat cross-legged, each clutching a candle that cast eerie shadows across their faces. The moon, a waxing gibbous in the sky, cast a silver glow over the cityscape, which seemed to have dimmed in comparison to the radiant power building within their sacred space. The pages of the ancient spellbook fluttered as Agatha, with a dramatic flourish, began to recite the incantation they had selected. The words were ancient and unfamiliar, resonating with a power that seemed to hum in harmony with the very earth beneath them. Theodora, Morgana, and Selena joined in, their voices weaving together to form a mesmerizing chant that echoed through the park. The air grew colder, and the very essence of the city quivered as their combined magic reached out, searching for the frayed threads of Christmas spirit.

Agatha's eyes widened as she stumbled upon the "Evocation" page, its title scrawled in a language that seemed to dance before her eyes. Without a second thought, she pointed at the incantation and whispered to her sisters, "This is it." Theodora, Morgana, and Selena nodded in unison, their own excitement brimming. They took a collective deep breath and began to recite the ancient words, their voices rising in a crescendo that seemed to resonate with the very fabric of the night. The candles flickered and then were abruptly extinguished by a cold wind that swirled into existence, sending their hair whipping around their faces. The earth beneath them stirred, a gentle tremor that grew into a quake, the ground shaking with an intensity that sent shockwaves through the city streets. Trees swayed, and the distant sound of car alarms pierced the night as the buildings around them swayed in rhythm with their chant. The witches clutched each other's hands tighter, their eyes locked on the grimoire as the incantation grew more urgent, their hearts racing with the power surging through them. The city's Christmas lights flickered and dimmed, as if bowing to the resurgence of ancient magic that now held dominion over the park. The very air crackled with energy, and the spirits of the forgotten were drawn to the epicenter of their call, sensing the shift in the balance of the worlds.

As the incantation reached its climax, a deep, guttural growl reverberated through the trembling ground, sending a shiver of fear down the spines of the witches. The earth before them split open, revealing a chasm of shadow and malice. From the abyss, a monstrous figure began to rise, its twisted horns and fur-covered body silhouetted against the moonlit sky. Krampus, the Christmas demon, emerged from the depths with a thunderous roar, his eyes gleaming with malevolence. The witches' laughter turned to gasps as they stared at the terrifying creature before them, realizing too late the gravity of their summoning. The once festive atmosphere of the park was now suffused with a palpable dread, the air thick with the scent of fear and the stench of the netherworld.

Panic gripped the witches as Krampus fully emerged, his massive form casting a dark shadow over the trembling ground. The city's energy pulsed around him, the very essence of lost Christmas spirits fueling his monstrous presence. Agatha, her initial bravado forgotten, clutched the Grimoire to her chest and whispered to her sisters, "We've made a mistake. We need to reverse this!" Theodora's eyes darted around, searching for an escape, while Morgana and Selena clung to each other, their faces pale with terror. In a moment of desperation, Agatha recalled the legendary Ghostbusters, the city's unsung heroes known for handling the most unusual and supernatural of situations.

The city's emergency lines were ablaze with reports of the tremors and strange occurrences in Central Park. At the Ghostbusters' headquarters, the sirens blared to life as Janine Melnitz, the unflappable receptionist, relayed the urgent messages to Dr. Peter Venkman, who was busy wrapping Christmas gifts for his colleagues. With a dramatic sigh, he tossed aside the tinsel. "Looks like we've got ourselves a case," he quipped, the twinkle in his eye betraying his excitement. Dr. Winston Zeddemore, ever the voice of reason, calmly checked their gear while Callie Spengler, her father's scientific legacy pulsing through her veins, reviewed the spectral readings with a furrowed brow. Meanwhile, her husband, Gary Grooberson, and their kids, Trevor and Phoebe, eagerly prepared to join the fray, their curiosity piqued by the chaos. Podcast, with his ever-ready recorder, and Lucky Domingo, Trevor's girlfriend, tagged along, eager to capture the night's events for posterity.

Theodora's gaze remained fixed on the horrifying creature that loomed before them, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't shake the feeling that they had bitten off more than they could chew with this incantation. "Agatha," she murmured, her voice quaking, "what if the Ghostbusters aren't enough? What if we've unleashed something that even they can't handle?" Agatha shot her a glare, the panic in her eyes belying her attempt at confidence. "They've faced worse, Theo. They're the best at what they do!" The argument grew heated, the tension between the two threatening to shatter the fragile unity of the coven. But Selena, ever the peacemaker, placed a gentle hand on each of their shoulders. "We have to trust in our allies and ourselves," she soothed, her voice steady despite the fear that lapped at her own core. "We're in this together, and together we'll find a way to set things right." The moment of discord passed as the witches felt a renewed surge of determination, drawing strength from their bond. They turned their collective attention back to the grimoire, searching frantically for a spell of banishment as the ground continued to tremble beneath Krampus's heavy steps.

At the Ghostbusters headquarters, the four witches stood before the entire team, their faces a mix of excitement and trepidation as they recounted their ill-fated summoning. The room buzzed with energy, the air thick with the scent of ectoplasm and the hum of high-tech gadgets. Peter, Winston, Callie, and their young companions listened intently, their expressions a blend of skepticism and growing concern. "Krampus?" Peter echoed, stroking his chin. "I think we might have missed that one in our supernatural studies." Winston nodded gravely, his eyes scanning the grimoire with the same scrutiny he reserved for his ghost traps. Callie's fingers flew across her computer, pulling up every scrap of information she could find on the creature. Meanwhile, the kids, Trevor and Phoebe, watched with rapt attention, their eyes wide with wonder and a touch of fear. The witches' story grew more urgent as they described the demon's terrifying emergence in Central Park, and the Ghostbusters exchanged knowing glances. It was clear that the fate of the city's Christmas spirit rested in their hands. "Alright," Peter declared, slapping his hands together. "We've faced everything from Free-roaming vaporous phantasms to the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man. A little Christmas demon isn't going to ruin our holiday cheer."

Agatha, her cheeks flushed with urgency, handed the grimoire back to Ray, her finger trembling as it pointed to the page titled "Evocation." The room grew quiet as she spoke. "This is the spell we were reciting that sent Krampus to earth!" But as Ray took the book, his eyes widened with disbelief. "This… this page," he stuttered, "it's not supposed to be here." He pulled out his own well-worn copy of the grimoire from the shelf behind the counter, and flipped to the same spot, revealing a page titled "Protection Against Dark Entities." The room fell silent as the gravity of the situation settled upon them. "But how?" Agatha gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. "Someone, or something, has altered the very fabric of the book itself."

Theodora, her eyes darting from the page to her friends, suggested nervously, "Maybe it's just an error in the printing?" But Ray's expression grew grave as he shook his head. "If it were a mistake, we'd be seeing these kinds of disturbances across the country. Every copy would be triggering the same events. But no," he said, his voice tight with tension, "this is unique. This is personal." The room grew quieter still, the realization sinking in that they had been led into a trap, one that had been meticulously set and baited with the very spirit of the season they sought to revive. The coven's eyes met, a silent understanding passing between them. They had not only summoned a creature of legend, but had also become pawns in a much larger, more sinister game.

Theodora rolled her eyes at Agatha's accusation, her voice tinged with irritation. "You think we're just pawns? That's ridiculous!" she exclaimed. "We're powerful witches, capable of handling this ourselves!" Agatha shot back, equally as frustrated. "You think we should just wing it? This is Krampus we're dealing with!" Their voices grew louder, the tension between them thickening the air until it was almost tangible. Morgana, tired of the squabbling, pushed herself to her feet. "I can't do this," she murmured, her eyes darting from one friend to the next. "I need to think." Without another word, she turned on her heel and strode out of the firehouse. The remaining three witches watched her go, their expressions a mix of shock and guilt. The silence that followed was as heavy as the weight of their mistake. They knew that they needed to put aside their differences and focus on the task at hand, for the sake of the city they loved and the spirit of Christmas itself. But as they turned back to the grimoire, the daunting reality of what they had unleashed loomed larger than ever.

Morgana's solitary figure was swallowed by the shadows of the deserted street as the argument in the firehouse grew distant. Lost in thought, she barely noticed the icy wind that had picked up. The ground trembled again, and from the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a fur-covered, horned monstrosity stomping towards her. Panic set in as she recognized Krampus, the creature they had inadvertently summoned. He grabbed her with a bone-crushing grip, his eyes gleaming with a cunning that belied his fearsome exterior. "You shall be my conduit," he rumbled, his breath reeking of the netherworld. "Together, we shall orchestrate a Christmas so terrible, the city will never forget!" Morgana struggled, her eyes flashing with defiance. "Never!" she spat. But Krampus only chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Oh, you will," he said, his tone low and menacing. "This is not a request." And with that, he vanished into the night, pulling her with him into the shadowy realm from which he had come.

As the tremors subsided, the Ghostbusters received a barrage of panic-stricken calls reporting the sudden paranormal uprisings. On one end of the line, the frantic manager of Radio City Music Hall begged for their assistance, describing a scene of ethereal chaos amidst the twinkling lights and festive cheer of the Christmas Spectacular. On the other, the high-pitched wails of children pierced the airwaves as the once-beloved toys of F.A.O Schwarz had turned menacing, bringing the bustling store to a standstill. The team exchanged a grim look, recognizing the unmistakable handiwork of Krampus. The candy-colored façade of their Christmas was cracking, revealing the darker heart of the holiday lore they had so carelessly poked.

The Ghostbusters made their decision swiftly, their seasoned instincts honed by years of battling the supernatural. "Ray, Winston, and I will head to Radio City," Peter announced, his voice firm and decisive. "Callie, Trevor, Phoebe, Podcast, Gary, Lucky, hit F.A.O Schwarz. We've got to keep this demon's influence contained before it spreads any further." The groups nodded in grim agreement, the gravity of the situation etched into their faces. They knew that this was no ordinary ghostbusting gig; they were dealing with a force that threatened the very fabric of the city's holiday spirit.

With a roar of the engine, the ECTO-1 streaked through the Christmas-lit streets of New York, carrying Peter, Ray, and Winston to the beleaguered Radio City Music Hall. The iconic marquee flickered ominously as spectral figures danced around the Rockettes, whose graceful movements had turned erratic and terrifying. Meanwhile, the ECTO-Z, a sleek black Mercedes-Benz Sprinter, sped towards the enchanted chaos engulfing F.A.O Schwarz. Inside, Callie, Trevor, Gary, Phoebe, Lucky, and Podcast could feel the very air crackling with malevolent energy. The once-joyful toys had transformed into an army of nightmares, their eyes glowing with an unearthly light as they marched through the aisles, turning the toy wonderland into a twisted playground of horror. As the two teams approached their respective battlegrounds, the gravity of the situation weighed heavy on their hearts. This was not just a fight for the city's Christmas spirit, but for the very soul of the season itself.

As Peter, Ray, and Winston stormed into Radio City Music Hall, they were met with a bizarre and unsettling sight. The Rockettes, known for their high kicks and synchronized routines, were now in a frenzied dance, their movements jerked and contorted by the mischievous spirits that had taken hold of them. The Ghostbusters quickly identified the culprits as a group of perverted poltergeists, their spectral forms leering from the shadows. These low-level troublemakers were feeding off the fear and chaos they had created, but they were no match for the seasoned professionals. Peter cracked a smirk. "Looks like we've got some holiday hecklers," he quipped as they raised their proton packs in unison, ready to restore order to the iconic stage. The poltergeists jeered and taunted, their ghostly laughter echoing through the hall, but the Ghostbusters remained unfazed. This was a game they knew well, and they were about to show the spirits of Christmas past just how New York rolled.

At F.A.O. Schwarz, the once-innocent playthings had morphed into a terrifying spectacle, their eyes aglow with malicious intent. Callie, Trevor, and their companions stepped into the fray, the aisles now a battleground of discord. A giant teddy bear, once a symbol of comfort, barreled towards them, its mechanical joints squeaking in an unnatural symphony of rage. The Ghostbusters' gear glinted in the neon lights as they sprang into action, trapping the rogue toys one by one. The air was thick with the sound of shattering glass and the cries of panic-stricken shoppers. Phoebe's quick thinking and scientific prowess proved invaluable as she identified the toys' weak spots, allowing the team to neutralize the possessed playthings swiftly. Meanwhile, Podcast and Lucky captured the chaos on film, their cameras flashing in a stark contrast to the shadowy figures that flitted through the store. Yet, amidst the turmoil, they all felt a growing sense of unease, as if the true power behind the chaos had yet to reveal itself. The spirit of Christmas was indeed fighting back, but it was clear that Krampus's influence was more than a simple haunting—it was a declaration of war on the very essence of the holiday.

In the heart of the chaos at F.A.O Schwarz, a rogue nutcracker toy, now an embodiment of Krampus's wrath, lunged at the unsuspecting team. With a feral snarl, it swiped at Grooberson, sending him crashing to the ground. The impact was jarring, the floor cold and unforgiving beneath him. As he lay there, momentarily stunned, the nutcracker loomed over him, its eyes burning with a hellish light. The air grew colder, the sound of its mechanical jaws clacking together echoing through the battle-scarred aisles. However, Trevor, who had been watching from the sidelines, had seen the attack coming. With a fierce shout, he leaped into action, his proton pack humming to life. The beam of energy shot out, colliding with the nutcracker and sending it reeling back. Grooberson looked up at his son, his chest tightening with a mix of pride and fear. The boy had become a man, a Ghostbuster, and in that moment, the spirit of Christmas seemed to shine a little brighter in the face of the dark forces they faced. With renewed determination, he climbed to his feet, dusting himself off, ready to rejoin the fight to save the holiday from the clutches of the malevolent Christmas demon.

Phoebe and Podcast found themselves backed against a shelf, surrounded by a horde of possessed action figures that had come to life, their plastic limbs moving with eerie fluidity. The toys, once the heroes of countless children's imaginations, now bore the twisted grins of Krampus's minions. The action figures swarmed around them, their tiny hands grasping and reaching, their eyes gleaming with malicious intent. "Phoebe, we need to get out of here!" Podcast shouted over the cacophony of snarling plastic. But Phoebe, her eyes alight with the same determination that had fueled her grandfather's legacy, had an idea. She rummaged through her pocket and pulled out a small device, something she had been tinkering with in her free time. "I think I can disrupt their energy patterns," she exclaimed, her voice steady despite the fear that clutched at her heart. With a flick of her wrist, she activated the gadget, and a pulse of energy surged through the aisles. The action figures froze for a brief instant, and then, as one, they exploded into a shower of plastic shrapnel. The air was thick with the scent of burning electronics and the echoes of their final, unearthly shrieks.

Back at Radio City Music Hall, the battle against the poltergeists had escalated. The Ghostbusters' proton streams crisscrossed the grand stage, illuminating the terrified faces of the trapped Rockettes as they danced under the spirits' control. The air was charged with the electric crackle of spectral energy, and the once-festive decorations swung wildly from the ceiling, adding to the chaotic scene. Despite their best efforts, the poltergeists remained elusive, their laughter echoing through the cavernous theater. Winston, ever the pragmatist, suggested they regroup and formulate a new strategy.

"Fellas, I've got an idea," Winston said, his voice low and intense. "We can use one of the Rockettes as bait to draw out the poltergeists. They're obviously feeding off the fear and chaos here. If we can get one to come out in the open, we might stand a chance."

Ray nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Alright, let's do it," he said, his eyes scanning the terrified dancers for a suitable candidate. "But we need to be gentle, we don't want to cause any more trauma than we have to."

Ray, his eyes alight with a newfound determination, turned to Peter. "I know exactly what to do," he murmured, and with that, he approached one of the Rockettes who had managed to break free from the spectral dance. She was trembling, her eyes wide with fear. "Ma'am," he began, his voice soothing, "we need your help. Can you trust us?"

The Rockette looked at him, hope flickering in her eyes. "I… I'll do anything," she stuttered.

With a gentle nod, Peter took her hand. "Good," he said with a reassuring smile. "Now, when we say 'now,' you're going to run out onto the stage and do your best impression of a distressed damsel in need of saving." He winked at her, and she managed a small smile in return. "Ready?"

The Rockette took a deep breath and nodded. The moment Peter gave the signal, she sprinted onto the stage, her cries for help echoing through the theater. The poltergeists, unable to resist the temptation, swarmed towards her, their spectral forms becoming more tangible with every step she took. As they converged, the Ghostbusters pounced, trapping the malevolent spirits one by one with their proton streams. The Rockettes, now freed from their spectral captors, watched in awe as the Ghostbusters restored order to the grand stage, their movements a blur of lights and energy.

The Ghostbusters' proton streams converged, trapping the poltergeists in a swirling maelstrom of spectral energy. The dancers watched in amazement as the malevolent spirits were drawn into the containment device, their laughter fading to whimpers as the light of the city's holiday spirit began to dim their power. With a triumphant shout, Peter slapped the trap shut, sealing away the last of the troublemakers.

The ground beneath the Ghostbusters' feet trembled violently as the shadows grew darker and more ominous. The laughter of the poltergeists was suddenly dwarfed by a deafening roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the Music Hall. The massive form of Krampus emerged from the shadows, his fur bristling and eyes burning with malevolence. He loomed over Peter, Ray, and Winston, a twisted grin spreading across his monstrous visage. "You dare to interfere with my revelry?" he bellowed, his voice shaking the chandeliers above. The Ghostbusters, though experienced in the face of the supernatural, could not help but feel a shiver of fear run down their spines. This was not a creature they had encountered in their textbooks or in their nightmares. This was the embodiment of forgotten Christmas terrors, and he had come to claim the city's lost spirit for his own. Peter, ever the charmer, tried to reason with the beast. "Look, buddy," he began, his voice steady despite his racing heart, "It's Christmas Eve, why don't we just call it a night, huh? Maybe we can work out some kind of deal." But Krampus was not interested in deals. His eyes narrowed, and with a flick of his wrist, he sent a blast of icy energy hurtling towards the trio. They're knocked off their feet.

At F.A.O. Schwarz, the chaos reached a fever pitch as the Ghostbusters continued to combat the possessed toys. In the midst of the frenzied search for the source of the disturbance, they stumbled upon a scene that chilled them to the core. Morgana, the fourth member of the coven they had believed to be their ally, was standing at the center of the destruction, her eyes glowing with a sinister light. She held the grimoire high, its pages fluttering with a dark power that seemed to have consumed her. The once-peaceful witch had become a conduit for Krampus, her voice now a chilling echo of his malicious intent. "You fools," she cackled, "you played right into our hands!" The realization hit them like a punch to the gut. One of their own had been the architect of this terrifying plot, and now they faced not only the wrath of a vengeful demon but also the betrayal of a trusted friend. The air grew colder, the shadows darker, as Krampus's influence over Morgana grew stronger.

Phoebe, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and anger, stepped forward, her grip tightening around her proton wand. "Morgana, what have you done?" she demanded. But Morgana, her eyes gleaming with an unnerving delight, merely cackled in response. "It's all just a bit of fun, darling," she cooed, the grimoire in her hand pulsing with a dark energy that seemed to be consuming her from within. "Krampus promised me power beyond our wildest dreams, and what's a little chaos if it brings us closer to our hearts' desires?"

Back at Radio City Music Hall, Krampus leaned in close to Peter, Ray, and Winston, his hot breath reeking of ancient malice. "Your interference is noted," he sneered, his grin growing wider. "But fear not, for I am merely the herald of what is to come. The spirit of Christmas is mine to claim!" With a final, chilling laugh, the demon vanished in a puff of smoke, leaving the Ghostbusters to wonder if they had truly seen the last of him. The tremors ceased, and the shadows retreated, allowing the trio to catch their breath. As they shared a concerned look, the weight of their encounter settled upon them. They knew that the real battle was far from over; they had merely bought themselves some time. The city's Christmas spirit was still in peril, and the fate of New York's holiday cheer rested in their capable, if slightly trembling, hands. With renewed resolve, they gathered their gear and headed back to the ECTO-1, the sirens wailing in the night as they sped towards headquarters.

Morgana, her eyes alight with dark glee, turned to the stunned group of Ghostbusters and allies. "You see," she began, her voice dripping with malice, "this Christmas chaos is merely the beginning. Krampus and I will strip the city bare of its holiday spirit, leaving only fear and despair in our wake!" Her cackle filled the air as she held the grimoire aloft, its pages fluttering with a sinister life of their own. "Together, we shall reign over the ruins of your cherished traditions!" she declared. Callie stepped forward, her eyes narrowed with determination. "You're not going anywhere, Morgana," she said firmly. But before anyone could react, Morgana vanished in a swirl of shadow and mist, the grimoire clutched tightly to her chest. The silence that followed was filled with a palpable sense of betrayal and urgency. The Ghostbusters knew they had to move fast to stop her and the demon she had summoned. The battle was far from over, and the fate of the city's Christmas spirit hung in the balance.

The Ghostbusters, weary from their battle at Radio City Music Hall and F.A.O. Schwarz, returned to their headquarters, the weight of their encounter with Krampus heavy on their shoulders. Agatha, Theodora, and Selena, who had been waiting anxiously, looked up as Peter, Ray, and Winston entered, their expressions grim. Callie stepped forward, her voice tight with tension. "We found Morgana," she began, her gaze shifting to the three remaining witches. "But it's not good news." The room grew still as she recounted their discovery at F.A.O Schwarz, her words dropping like a lead weight. The color drained from Agatha's face, while Theodora's eyes widened in horror. Selena's hand flew to her mouth, stifling a gasp. "What do you mean?" she choked out. Peter took a deep breath, his eyes dark with the gravity of their situation. "Morgana's been working with Krampus," he revealed. "We need to find her before it's too late." The witches stared at each other in disbelief, the fabric of their friendship torn by the revelation of Morgana's treachery.

Selena's voice, usually soothing and calm, was now a whipcrack of accusation. "This is why she left us," she spat out, glaring at Agatha and Theodora. "Because you two couldn't stop bickering long enough to realize we're in this together!" The tension in the room spiked as the two rival witches faced Selena's wrath. Agatha opened her mouth to retort, but Theodora's hand on her arm silenced her. The truth in Selena's words hung in the air like a noose, tightening around their necks. They had allowed their personal grievances to cloud their judgment, and now Morgana had paid the ultimate price, falling prey to Krampus's manipulation. Theodora's shoulders slumped, her bravado shattered. "You're right," she murmured, her voice thick with regret. "We need to come together, now more than ever." Agatha nodded, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "We'll find her," she vowed. "And we'll save her from this… this monster."

As the Ghostbusters and the coven of witches stood in stunned silence, the door to the headquarters swung open with a creak that seemed to echo the weight of their failure. In stumbled a disheveled figure, his eyes wide with excitement and his cheeks flushed with the cold. "I-I heard you might need a little help," he stammered, his voice unmistakable. It was none other than their former client, Louis Tully, his accountant's glasses askew and his hair standing on end. The room looked at him with a mix of surprise and desperation.

Ray stared at the unexpected arrival, his eyes wide with astonishment. "Louis?" he questioned, his voice filled with a mix of disbelief and hope. "What on earth are you doing here?"

"I got your email, Peter's email, I mean," Louis panted, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for his old friend. "He said you guys were in a real pickle, something about a Christmas demon and missing spirits. And, well, I figured, if anyone knows a thing or two about weird stuff, it's me!" He paused, a hopeful smile playing on his lips. The room remained silent for a beat before Peter stepped forward, extending a hand to help the accountant-turned-paranormal enthusiast to his feet. "Thanks for coming, Louis," he said, his smile genuine. "We could use all the help we can get."

Louis, his eyes alight with excitement, cleared his throat and began to regale the group with the legend of Krampus. "You see," he explained, his voice filled with a newfound confidence, "Krampus is the shadow to Saint Nick's light, the ancient Alpine creature who, instead of giving gifts, would punish the naughty children during the Christmas season. With the city's Christmas spirit waning, he saw an opportunity to gain power and wreak havoc. It's said that if one evokes him without pure intentions, they're doomed to become his pawn, part of his twisted game to spread fear and despair." The witches exchanged guilty glances, the gravity of their mistake settling heavily upon them. They had been duped by the very creature they sought to banish, and now Morgana was lost to his clutches.

Theodora's eyes narrowed as the pieces of the puzzle clicked into place. "It was Krampus," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "He's the one who altered the grimoire, using us to set all this in motion."

Ray nodded solemnly as the gravity of the situation sank in. "You're right" he murmured. "We've got to put aside our differences and work together if we're going to save Morgana and the Christmas spirit of New York." He turned to Agatha, Theodora, and Selena, his eyes searching theirs for the spark of unity they would need to conquer this ancient evil. "The spell to banish Krampus requires the power of all four of you," he explained, his voice firm with resolve. "But with Morgana under his control, we're going to have to be smart and cunning." The witches looked at each other, their fear momentarily giving way to a shared determination. They knew that the fate of the city's Christmas cheer rested upon their shoulders, and they couldn't let their personal grief and anger stand in the way of their duty.

Phoebe, her mind racing with the information they had gathered, spoke up with an uncharacteristic urgency. "Guys, I think I know where Krampus will go next," she said, her eyes alight with a newfound sense of purpose. "It's got to be Rockefeller Center. It's the heart of the city's Christmas spirit, with the giant tree and the ice rink. It's where the magic is strongest!" The others looked at her, hope flickering in their eyes. "Rockefeller Center," Peter repeated, nodding slowly. "Makes sense. It's where the purest of holiday joy converges." The Ghostbusters and the witches exchanged determined glances. They had a location and a plan, fraught with danger and the need for unity.

At Rockefeller Plaza, the air was charged with a mix of anticipation and dread as the gigantic Christmas tree loomed over the ice rink, its lights casting a warm glow that seemed to mock the darkness that was about to unfold. Krampus, his fur standing on end, stood atop the skating rink, his twisted horns scraping the low-hanging clouds as he surveyed the bustling crowd below. Morgana, now a twisted reflection of her former self, floated by his side, the grimoire clutched to her chest, its pages fluttering with malicious intent. The once-festive atmosphere grew taut as a bowstring as the two nefarious beings began to chant in an ancient tongue, their voices resonating through the air like a discordant carol. The ice beneath their feet cracked and split, revealing the abyss that had birthed Krampus's malevolent form. The crowd's laughter turned to screams as the very ground trembled, the city's Christmas spirit visibly waning with each foul syllable they uttered.

The sleek ECTO-1 screeched to a halt at the edge of Rockefeller Plaza, its sirens silenced to avoid alerting the terrified crowds. Peter, Ray, and Winston climbed out, their proton packs glowing with a reassuring hum. Meanwhile, the ECTO-Z, the sleek black Mercedes-Benz Sprinter, pulled up alongside, its doors sliding open to reveal an equally determined group. Gary, Trevor, Phoebe, Podcast, Lucky, Agatha, Theodora, and Selena stepped out, their eyes locked on the terrifying spectacle unfolding before them. The Ghostbusters' gear gleaming in the soft light of the Christmas tree. The two groups converged, their collective resolve a beacon of hope in the face of the shadow that had descended upon the city.

Krampus tells Morgana to welcome our guests. Morgana, her eyes now glowing with a sinister light that mirrored Krampus's own, turned to the approaching heroes with a malicious smile. "Welcome, Ghostbusters," she crooned, her voice a chilling parody of its former warmth. "I've prepared a little… greeting for you." With a flick of her wrist, she sent a wave of dark energy towards the iconic SAKS Fifth Avenue storefront. The stunning holiday displays, once a delight to the eyes of passersby, twisted and contorted into grotesque, animate forms. The once-whimsical nutcrackers grew teeth and claws, while the elegant mannequins donned the guise of malevolent soldiers. The window glass shattered, sending a spray of glittering shards into the night as the enchanted figures spilled out onto the sidewalk, their movements jerky and unnatural. The Ghostbusters braced themselves, their proton packs at the ready as the inanimate creations of Christmas cheer transformed into a nightmarish army at their command. The battle for the soul of New York City's Christmas had just begun, and it would not be won easily.

As the Ghostbusters engaged the twisted army of Christmas horrors, Agatha, Theodora, and Selena approached the rink, their hearts heavy with the weight of their friend's betrayal. "Morgana," Agatha called out, her voice cracking with emotion. "Please, come back to us. We need you." Theodora and Selena echoed her plea, their eyes filled with tears. But Morgana, lost to Krampus's influence, sneered in response. "You're too late," she cackled, raising the grimoire. With a flick of her wrist, she cast a spell at the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree. The towering evergreen, a symbol of joy and unity, twisted and writhed, its branches stretching out like the arms of a monstrous creature. The lights flickered with a malevolent energy, and with a deafening crack, the tree erupted into a towering, angry giant, its eyes aglow with a fiery malice. The coven watched in horror as their beloved friend became their most formidable enemy yet, the grimoire in her grasp fueling the tree's monstrous transformation.

Agatha's voice cracked with raw emotion as she stepped forward, her eyes never leaving Morgana's twisted form. "Morgana," she pleaded, her voice trembling, "please, I'm so sorry for everything. For the fights, for the jealousy, for not being there when you needed me." Tears streamed down her cheeks, glittering in the malevolent light of the transformed Christmas tree. "You're like a sister to me, and I can't bear to see you like this." She reached out a trembling hand. "Please, come back to us. We need you. We love you." Theodora and Selena, their own eyes brimming with unshed tears, added their voices to Agatha's, their hearts aching for their lost friend. "We're in this together," Selena whispered, her voice a prayer. "We're your family." The air grew thick with the power of their collective love and desperation, a beacon of light piercing the shadow that had consumed Morgana.

A tear, cold and shimmering, fell from Morgana's eye, tracing a line down her cheek like a solitary star in the night sky. The malicious grin on her face faltered, and for a brief moment, the darkness that had engulfed her seemed to recede. She looked down at Agatha's outstretched hand, the warmth of her touch a stark contrast to the icy grip of Krampus's power. The bond of their sisterhood, forged in countless moonlit rituals and whispered secrets, hummed through her frozen heart. With a tremble that echoed through her very soul, she reached out and took Agatha's hand. The connection between them, unbroken by the shadowy tendrils of Krampus's influence, sparked a flicker of hope. "Agatha," she whispered, her voice cracking with the weight of her regret. "I'm sorry."

Krampus, witnessing the unbreakable bond between the witches, let out a bellow of fury that shook the very foundations of the city. The air around him grew colder, his eyes burning with a new intensity as he realized the depth of their unity. With a vicious snarl, he raised his arms, and the ground beneath the rink cracked open, swallowing the twisted nutcrackers and mannequins, revealing an abyss that mirrored the one in his own heart. From the depths of the chasm, an icy wind howled, carrying with it a horde of malevolent spirits, each one a twisted representation of a lost Christmas memory. The demon's rage had summoned an army of despair, and as they climbed forth, their icy tendrils reached out to ensnare the Ghostbusters and the coven, intent on extinguishing the last embers of joy from the city's spirit.

Their reunion complete, Agatha, Theodora, Selena, and Morgana, their hearts pounding in unison, turned to face Krampus. The coven closed their eyes, their fingers tracing ancient symbols in the air as they chanted the reversal incantation from the grimoire. The once-frozen ground around them began to thaw, the spirits of the forgotten quivering as the balance of power shifted. The Ghostbusters, surrounded by the icy specters, watched in amazement as the witches' combined magic grew stronger. With each syllable, the bond between the four grew brighter, their love and friendship a beacon that pierced the cold embrace of Krampus's malice.

As the witches' voices grew stronger, their incantation weaving a net of light around the Christmas demon, the Ghostbusters saw their opening. Peter, Winston, and the newest member of their team, Callie, took aim with their proton packs, the beams crackling with energy as they fired at Krampus. The streams of light connected with the creature's massive form, the electric blue bolts illuminating the dark night sky as they wrapped around his horns and fur-covered body. He roared in fury, his eyes flashing with anger as the power of their combined might began to wear him down. Meanwhile, the candy cane-wielding Trevor and the ever-resourceful Phoebe fought alongside the witches, their proton blasters lighting up the night with a symphony of color and sound as they targeted the malevolent spirits that had been summoned by Krampus's wrath. The air was filled with the cacophony of battle, the clash of light and dark, hope and despair, as the fate of New York City's Christmas spirit hung in the balance.

With a gasp of shock, the group saw that it was Louis Tully, his eyes ablaze with a determination they had never seen before. Brandishing a modified proton pack, he had joined the fray, his beam of light connecting with the others in a powerful triangulation that sent Krampus reeling. The demon's fury was palpable as the streams of pure energy pierced his shadowy form, his once-mighty body convulsing in agony. The Christmas tree, no longer a monstrous abomination, began to shed its malevolent bark, its branches retreating back into a more familiar, welcoming pose. With a bright flash of light, Krampus's monstrous form disintegrated, the shadows that had clung to him dissipating into the cold December night.

As the shadows of Krampus dissipated into the cold December night, the witches' laughter and chatter returned to the city streets, the Christmas spirit reborn and stronger than ever before. Agatha, Theodora, and Selena rushed to Morgana, their arms entwining in a tight embrace as the cold light in her eyes faded, replaced by the warmth of their love and the glow of redemption. Tears of joy streamed down their faces as they whispered words of comfort and apology, their hearts beating as one once more. Agatha, her voice filled with emotion, turned to the Ghostbusters. "Thank you," she said, her eyes shining with gratitude. "We couldn't have done this without you." Theodora, still clutching her sisters, offered an earnest apology. "I'm sorry for doubting you," she murmured. "But we've learned that sometimes, we do need the best of both worlds." Ray, his eyes soft with understanding, gave a gentle smile. "Don't worry about it," he said, patting her on the back. "It's that kind of unity that keeps the balance. We've got science, you've got your faith, and together, we can conquer anything."

The air grew still, the only sound the distant whisper of the city beginning to realize the horror that had been averted. Then, as if by some divine intervention, the first flakes of snow began to fall, dancing through the air like a silent chorus of angels. Peter looked up at the heavens, a smile tugging at his lips. "What are the odds?" he murmured in amazement. The others could only shake their heads in wonder as the flurry grew into a gentle storm, blanketing the city in a pure white cover that seemed to cleanse away the night's terror. The snowflakes kissed their cheeks, each one a tiny reminder of the Christmas spirit they had all worked so hard to save. As they stood there, united in their victory, the beauty of the moment was not lost on any of them. It was a Christmas miracle, a testament to the power of friendship, love, and the unshakeable belief in the magic of the season.

Back at the warm and cluttered Ghostbusters headquarters, the team and the coven gathered around the table, their laughter and chatter mingling with the faint scent of burnt marshmallows and the persistent hum of ghost traps in the background. Janine, ever the gracious host, had laid out a spread of eggnog and cookies, a warm glow emanating from the string lights draped around the room. Peter raised a glass of the frothy drink, his eyes shining with mischief. "To the most unconventional Christmas we've ever had," he toasted, "and to the friends who make even the weirdest of nights feel like home." The group clinked their glasses together, the sound ringing out like a toast to the bonds forged in the most unexpected of battles. Agatha, her hand resting on Morgana's shoulder, offered a small smile. "And to the power of unity," she added, her eyes meeting Morgana's. The witches, their faces flushed with newfound camaraderie, clinked their glasses with the Ghostbusters, their shared victory a testament to the strength of their alliance. The snow continued to fall outside, a gentle reminder of the magic they had restored to the city, as they all took a sip, the sweetness of their drinks a symbol of the season's triumph over the shadows that had threatened to consume it.

Peter, his arm still in the air from the toast, saunters over to the refrigerator, the smile on his face fading slightly as he notices the door ajar. With a sigh, he opens it to find Slimer, the infamous Onionhead ghost, surrounded by the remnants of Janine's Christmas cookies, crumbs scattered like glitter across the floor. The green apparition, wearing a tattered Santa Claus hat perched atop his gelatinous head, looks up with a mouthful of sugary goodness, his eyes wide with guilt. The sight of Peter's disapproving gaze sends Slimer into a flurry of panic, and with a squeal that could shatter glass, he takes flight, his transparent form smearing through the air. The hat falls askew as he crashes into the screen.

THE END

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Ships

Love is in the air (in hell).

Billford Bill Cipher & Stanford Pines, Gravity Falls

Farcille Falin Touden & Marcille Donato, Dungeon Meshi

Poolverine Wade Wilson & Logan Howlett, the Marvel universe

Ineffable Husbands -3 Aziraphale & Crowley, Good Omens

Destiel -2 Dean Winchester & Castiel, Supernatural

Radioapple Lucifer Morningstar & Alastor, Hazbin Hotel

Buddie +3 Evan Buckley & Edmundo Diaz, 9-1-1

Phan Daniel Howell & Phil Lester, YouTubers

Polin Penelope Featherington & Colin Bridgerton, Bridgerton

Satosugu +16 Gojo Satoru & Geto Suguru, Jujutsu Kaisen

Percabeth +76 Percy Jackson & Annabeth Chase, the Percy Jackson universe

Bucktommy Evan Buckley & Tommy Kinard, 9-1-1

Hannigram -4 Hannibal Lecter & Will Graham, Hannibal

Labru Laios Touden & Kabru, Dungeon Meshi

Zosan +18 Roronoa Zoro & Vinsmoke Sanji, One Piece

Narilamb Narinder & the Lamb, Cult of the Lamb

Huskerdust Husk & Angel Dust, Hazbin Hotel

Steddie -16 Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson, Stranger Things

Sonadow +27 Sonic & Shadow, Sonic the Hedgehog

Ghostsoap -6 Simon “Ghost” Riley & John “Soap” MacTavish, the Call of Duty franchise

Jegulus -3 James Potter & Regulus Black, the Harry Potter universe

Fiddauthor Fiddleford McGucket & Stanford Pines, Gravity Falls

Byler -19 Will Byers & Mike Wheeler, Stranger Things

Wolfstar -8 Remus Lupin & Sirius Black, the Harry Potter universe

Soukoku -3 Nakahara Chuuya & Dazai Osamu, Bungou Stray Dogs

Bakudeku -6 Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Boku no Hero Academia

Loustat +5 Louis de Pointe du Lac & Lestat de Lioncourt, Interview with the Vampire

Hualian +30 Hua Cheng & Xie Lian, Tian Guan Ci Fu

Chaggie Charlie Morningstar & Vaggie, Hazbin Hotel

Lestappen +37 Charles Leclerc & Max Verstappen, Formula 1 drivers

Hilson James Wilson & Gregory House, House

Narumitsu +13 Phoenix Wright & Miles Edgeworth, Ace Attorney

Spirk +15 Spock & James T. Kirk, Star Trek

Stolitz Stolas & Blitzo, Helluva Boss

Lokius +43 Loki Laufeyson & Mobius M. Mobius, Loki

Merthur -19 Merlin & Arthur Pendragon, Merlin

Payneland Edwin Payne & Charles Rowland, Dead Boy Detectives

Chilshi Chilchuck Tims & Senshi, Dungeon Meshi

Rhaenicent +61 Rhaenyra Targaryen & Alicent Hightower, House of the Dragon

Astarion x Tav +48 Astarion & Tav, Baldur's Gate 3

Armandaniel Armand & Daniel Molloy, Interview with the Vampire

Griddlehark -2 Gideon Nav & Harrowhark Nonagesimus, The Locked Tomb series

Superbat +12 Superman & Batman, the DC universe

Zolu Roronoa Zoro & Monkey D. Luffy, One Piece

Zelink -33 Zelda & Link, The Legend of Zelda

Jonmartin +5 Jonathan Sims & Martin Blackwood, The Magnus Archives

Vashwood -36 Vash the Stampede & Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Trigun

Zukka +20 Zuko & Sokka, Avatar: The Last Airbender

Staticradio Alastor & Vox, Hazbin Hotel

Ratiorine Dr. Ratio & Aventurine, Honkai: Star Rail

Blackbonnet -36 Edward "Blackbeard" Teach & Stede Bonnet, Our Flag Means Death

Hanamusa -9 Jessie & Delia Ketchum, the Pokémon franchise

Wangxian -28 Lan Wangji & Wei Wuxian, Mo Dao Zu Shi

Pearlina Pearl Houzuki & Marina Ida, Splatoon

Firstprince -32 Alex Claremont-Diaz & Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Red, White & Royal Blue

Shuake Kurusu Akira & Goro Akechi, Persona 5

Drarry +6 Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter, the Harry Potter universe

Landoscar Lando Norris & Oscar Piastri, Formula 1 drivers

Bingqiu Luo Binghe & Shen Qingqiu, The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System

Shadowpeach +2 Sun Wukong & the Six-Eared Macaque, Lego Monkie Kid

Zutara Zuko & Katara, Avatar: The Last Airbender

Itafushi Itadori Yuji & Fushiguro Megumi, Jujustu Kaisen

Loumand Louis de Pointe du Lac & Armand, Interview with the Vampire

Timkon +25 Tim Drake & Conner Kent, Young Justice

Klance +18 Keith & Lance, Voltron: Legendary Defender

Nuzi N & Uzi Doorman, Murder Drones

Durgetash The Dark Urge & Enver Gortash, Baldur's Gate 3

Cherik Charles Xavier & Erik Lehnsherr, the Marvel universe

Kathony Kate Sharma & Anthony Bridgerton, Bridgerton

Staticmoth Vox & Valentino, Hazbin Hotel

Shin Soukoku Akutagawa Ryunnosuke & Nakajima Atsushi, Bungou Stray Dogs

Huntlow -65 Hunter & Willow Park, The Owl House

Haikaveh Kaveh & Alhaitham, Genshin Impact

Chainshipping Lawrence Gordon & Adam Stanheight, Saw

ButtonBlossom Ragatha & Pomni, The Amazing Digital Circus

Agathario Agatha Harkness & Rio Vidal, the Marvel universe

Broppy Branch & Poppy, the Trolls franchise

Lumity -65 Luz Noceda & Amity Blight, The Owl House

Radiorose Alastor & Rosie, Hazbin Hotel

Imodna -53 Imogen Temult & Laudna, Critical Role

Rosekiller Barty Crouch Jr. & Evan Rosier, the Harry Potter universe

Everlark Katniss Everdeen & Peeta Mellark, The Hunger Games

Wenclair -78 Wednesday Addams & Enid Sinclair, Wednesday

Kataang Katara & Aang, Avatar: The Last Airbender

Caitvi -5 Caitlyn Kiramman & Vi, Arcane

Adrienette -50 Adrien Agreste & Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir

Davekat +3 Dave Strider & Karkat Vantas, Homestuck

Adamsapple Adam & Lucifer Morningstar, Hazbin Hotel

Twiyor -58 Loid Forger & Yor Forger, SPY x FAMILY

Shuggy Shanks & Buggy, One Piece

Scollace Scott Pilgrim & Wallace Wells, the Scott Pilgrim franchise

Madohomu Kaname Madoka & Homura Akemi, Puella Magi Madoka Magica

Solangelo -23 Will Solace & Nico di Angelo, the Percy Jackson universe

Kimharry Kim Kitsuragi & Harry Du Bois, Disco Elysium

Klapollo -2 Apollo Justice & Klavier Gavin, Ace Attorney

Maxley Max Goof & Bradley Uppercrust III, An Extremely Goofy Movie

Megop Megatron & Optimus Prime, Transformers

Wilmon -34 Prince Wilhelm & Simon Eriksson, Young Royals

Johnshi Johnny Cage & Kenshi Takahashi, Mortal Kombat

Korrasami -5 Korra & Asami Sato, The Legend of Korra

The number in italics indicates how many spots a ship moved up or down from the previous year. Bolded ships weren’t on the list last year.

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This was by far one of my favorite scenes from the show. I love the use of The Wellerman song and I appreciate that Charles is still himself in this scene. He doesn't lose control of himself in order to react how he does, he's sure, steady, and able to protect his friend and himself.

I think it's also key to note that she tries to threaten Edwin before offering to hurt Charles again and that's a last straw moment. She really doesn't comprehend what her actions mean to him, that he could never relive those memories and decide to move on. If anything, those showed him how much he has changed now. He is a lot more confident than he had been when alive and I can't doubt that part of that is because for 30+ years he's been able to protect himself and Edwin. He's grown a lot stronger since his death because he knows exactly what he needs to be strong against. Being made to feel the pain and helplessness of his worst parts of life would clearly A- make him pissed and B- make him want to fight back when he got back to the present.

His pointed hits with the song in the background are solid and serve to add more depth to his actions. Finishing it off with a kick and the swell of the music with the rising water is phenomenal and then falling back into silence seals the sequence so well.

Random Satisfying & Clever Moments Of Audio From Dead Boy Detectives - Part 4

There's a few moments in DBD that utilize audio really well, or use sounds that always stick out to me while watching, and these are some of those moments!

This one is a bit of longer one, and might not make sense to everyone, but I'll do my best to explain it below!

Ep. 4 - The Case of the Lighthouse Leapers: The lack of music when Charles gets up after the trauma nightmare, then the addition of just The Wellerman song as he advances on the Night Nurse.

Using sound is very important, but so is the lack of sound. The lack of music or sound effects as Charles starts winding up the music sphere creates tension. After the overwhelming amount of stimuli in his trauma nightmare, the quiet is unsettling. It is the calm before the storm; that moment when everything is too still, too quiet, and you have a gut feeling that something is wrong.

Watching Charles wind the music sphere, speaking with such conviction, yet also composure, after everything she just put him through, it's unnerving. An explosion of blind rage would be expected, not the calculated way he twists the handle, walking and talking with full clarity and awareness of the situation.

The music sphere being wound up also coincides with Charles' emotions. The Night Nurse practically did exactly that to him by forcing him through all of that pain. Charles even acknowledges that she accomplished her goal: to make him crushed and devastated. But she didn't take into account his resilience, his strength; someone else would be helpless and sobbing on the ground after what she showed him, but Charles?

He knows how it felt. He was fucking there. He knows how much it hurt. He knows how unjust and unfair his life and death were. For the Night Nurse to play it for him like a slideshow presentation, as if he needs to be taught, pisses him the fuck off. Charles is furious that this woman has the audacity to walk into his nightmares and lecture him, as if she has any comprehension or understanding of what it was like to experience it.

I think it's part of why he mentions the memories specifically when he's about to kick her: "Those memories are not why I choose to stay here!"

Charles is fully aware of what he went through, and he's moved on, or is trying to at the very least. He does not want all the horrible things that happened to him while he was alive control and influence every decision he makes. He's not that sixteen-year-old boy trembling in a corner anymore; he does not have to bend in the face of danger and injustice. He can stand up for himself, for others, and he will because he wants to. It's not to make up for some "failure" from his life. It's who Charles wants to be.

SO! Back to the audio specifically, the use of The Wellerman song is obviously fitting since the sphere was used by sailors to "calm the seas", but also because there is something inherently haunting about that tune. It's right after he says that he's angry that he pulls the pin out; after trying so hard to hold back all his anger and pain, Charles is ready to let it loose.

The beats of the scene then follow the music. From the moment the song starts to the end of the first verse, the first "segment" of the fight happens. Charles speaks, she tries to reply, he hits her, and she reacts in that timespan. There are very faint bass notes underneath the song after he's hit her. They get louder as the song progresses, reintroducing the score of the show.

When Charles takes a second swing, it's at the start of the chorus of the song.

(The difference between verse and chorus is the starting note. Verses start low and get higher; choruses start high and stay high until the very end.)

During that chorus, Charles swings and hits her; he very nearly lines up his swings with the notes, but not quite. Then he speaks once she's backed against the wall. He lets go of the music sphere in the middle of the chorus, and completes his lines up to: "I still have a purpose!" as it ends. That's the second "segment" of the fight.

The second verse starts with him making his declaration and kicking her, and it plays out as the Night Nurse falls. The second half of the verse swells into a full score version of the song instead of just the sound of it coming from the sphere. It's the third and final "segment". Charles ends the confrontation, and once Angie disappears, the song fades out.

This sequence is such a good example of knowing when to cut the music, and how to gradually reintroduce it. It enhances the uneasiness you're meant to feel while watching Charles' anger slowly escalate. It's part of what makes the whole scene so effective.

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The Lost Boys

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Beetlejuice Beetlejuice

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Labyrinth (1986)

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Stranger Things

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DEAD BOY DETECTIVES :

charles rowland

edwin payne

monty

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crystal palace ( not romantic )

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ben beast

harry hook

carlos de vil

jay

mal bertha

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anthony lockwood

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george karim

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remus lupin

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regulus black

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barty crouch jr

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natasha romanoff

tony stark ( not romantic )

gwen stacy ( emma stone )

gwen stacy ( atsv )

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jesper fahey

wylan van eck

nina zenik

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matthias helvar

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steve harrington

jonathon byers

max mayfield

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stiles stilinski ( *i will take most/all dylan obrien characters )

isaac lahey

scott mccall

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allison argent

malia tate

lydia martin ( not romantic )

kira yukimura

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katniss everdeen

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minho

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mystique

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Re: your post about drawing explicit lines to real life events and people on Succession, it has been driving me crazy, especially everyone saying 4.08 was "just 2016". It was harrowing, yes, but there were elements of past elections mixed together, and the WI thing reminded me of 2000...idk why people want things to be so cut and dry, 1 for 1 comparisons, that would be lazy writing!!!!! Like...appreciate the good writing.

I 100% agree - the 2000 election is one of the ones that's been explicitly referenced by writers and consultants for 4.08, even more so than 2016 or 2020. If I had to separate out what may have influenced what, I'd say the situation around WI and ATN calling early is much more reminiscent of the hanging chad situation in Florida in 2000, where some news outlets wrongly called the election for Al Gore rather than Bush. The aftermath, however, feels much more reminiscent of the civil unrest which followed the 2020 election. But even then, none of it is exactly the same, because the succverse is its own world!! It really truly would be incredibly lazy to just thoughtlessly recreate the 2016/2020 elections but with succession characters and orgs, and Succession has almost always been better than that.

And tbh, ambiguity around news network calls is not exclusive to 2000, and civil unrest is not exclusive to 2020. I see a lot of connection between the temptation to read succ like this, and the tendency people had when Veep was airing to say it "predicted the future". It didn't really. What actually happened is that the writers of Veep had an awareness of the political landscape and history of the US, and the stories which 'came true' were usually based on or extrapolated from things that had already happened. Anyone who was paying attention could have 'predicted' that. (Veep usually exaggerated, because it was a satire, but it was a satire rooted in a lot of truth). But most people's political awareness seems to be limited to the last 10-20 years, and recency bias leads people to fixate on what's happened in the last couple of election cycles; hence the fixation on 4.08 as being representative of 2020.

(I saw one critic call the choice to have Mencken win under dubious circumstances and have democrats protesting a "subversion" of what happened in 2020 - because he's a republican, not a democrat - and it struck me as so incredibly stupid, not least of all because it shows how mired in modern partisan party politics many American viewers are, to such an extent that they aren't able to acknowledge the greater systemic critiques shows like Veep and Succession are trying to make. Political showmanship and the media-politician relationship and electoral fraud and political violence are not things the Republican party invented in 2016. They've been around forever, and while one party may have more of a history of these things than the other, to a certain extent they do transcend party lines.)

In terms of the family dynamics, it's similarly frustrating to see people go Roys = Murdochs, PGN = NYT, Mencken = Trump etc. because as soon as you shoehorn the characters into that framework you lose a lot of critique. Mencken is far more of an ideologue than Trump ever was, because the critique being put forward with Mencken is not about Trump the person (which would be shallow and topical and hopefully outdated relatively soon) but about fascism the ideology. The family dynamics of PGN emulate the family dynamics of the NYT trust in order to critique 'old money' news and how it operates - but operationally, aspects of PGN function more like a major outlet such as MSNBC, which allows the show to also critique the broader left-leaning media landscape. Even looking just at Logan Roy - Jesse has cited as influences not just Rupert Murdoch, but Conrad Black, Tiny Rowland, Lord Rothermere, William Randolph Hearst, Michael Eisner, Jeffrey Katzenberg, and Sumner Redstone. (In one direct quote from the book It's Not TV: "It's just fun to be completely freed from any sense of responsibility to portray real people realistically.") To read Logan only through the lens of Rupert Murdoch misses a lot of what the show is trying to say about the nature of wealth, particularly extreme wealth, in a capitalist system, and the role that the media plays in that system (and how that role has evolved over time).

And again, it's frustrating because I think it's indicative of this idea that the corruption and exploitation of the media landscape is a modern phenomenon and not something that's been present and developing since its inception, and I also think it's indicative of the belief that this sort of corruption and exploitation only occurs on the political right, when in actual fact it's something that wealthy and powerful people of all (professed) political stripes have engaged in.

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ROWLAND / HARRINGTON FAMILY

Clayton ( Clay ) Rowland - 33

Logan Rowland - 30 ( Clayton's younger brother )

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Beau Harrington - 39 ( Oldest / cousin to both Clayton & Logan )

Gill Harrington - 38 ( Middle / cousins to both Clayton & Logan )

Bethany Harrington - 28 ( Youngest / cousin to both Clayton & Logan )

[bluegreene118]

About Me:

Name: Parker

Pronouns: they / them

Age: 26 years around the sun

Time Zone: West Coast (US)

Won’t Do: R.pe, d.ugs, in.est, swearing, anyone under 18.. sorry so be 20+, no Discord or anywhere else just on Tumblr sorry!

Will Do: Third POV, write maybe 3-5 sentences. (With swearing I’ll read and write it like ‘son of a b ch’ if needed but you can doesn’t bother me.), probably a thousand percent be down for lgbtq+ plots. Love au or canon or even something in middle of both.

Ao3: bluegreen_118

Example: Dean was watching a movie about cowboys.. again. Hearing the doorbell he drank some beer before setting it by his remote. Running to the door he opened it and gasped at the blue eyed man with the pizza box. The guy’s name tag read Castiel and Dean looked back at the man taking the pizza boxes. “Thanks.” Dean said out loud but in his head he said ‘son of b ch he’s hot.’

I bolded who I prefer to be but we can figure out if you want to be them instead.

Supernatural: Dean and Castiel, Jody and Donna, Sam and Gabriel …

9–1–1: Buck and Eddie, Tyler Kennedy and Carlos, Hen and Karen, Judd and Grace, Josh and Ravi …

Atypical: Izzie and Casey …

Stranger Things: Steve and Eddie, Nancy and Robin, Jonathan and Argyle …

School Spirits: Maddie and Rhonda, Charley and Wally …

Shadowhunters: Magnus and Alec, Clary and Izzy, Simon and Raphael, Simon and Jace …

Marvel/DC: Harley and Ivy, Erik and Charles, Steve and Bucky, Eddie (Venom) and Wade (Deadpool), Kate and Yelena, Logan (Wolverine) and Wade (Deadpool) Agatha and Rio …

Shameless: Ian and Mickey …

Good Omens: Arizaphale and Crowley …

The Last of US: Bill and Frank …

Our Flag Means Death: Stede and Eddie, Jim and Oluwande, Lucius and Black Pete …

A League of Their Own: Bertie and Gracie, Greta and Carson, Jess and Lupe …

Red, White & Royal Blue: Alex Claremont Diaz and Henry Fox Mountchristen

Teen Wolf: Stiles and Derek …

House of the Dragon: Rhaenyra and Alicent …

Umbrella Academy: Klaus and Dave …

Dead Boy Detectives: Edwin Payne and Charles Rowland …

Love Simon: Simon Spier and Bram Greenfeld …

Descendants: Gil Gaston and Harry Hook, Mal and Evie, Hook and Morgie Le Fay …

Sooo yeah that’s all I can think of top of my head. Will add more to this list as I can think of them.

Thanks for reading and if this all sounds interesting message me. Be happy to start a journey of story telling. Also heads up sorry if I vanish sometimes. Promise I’m not ghost just you know life happens? I’ll get on promise but heads up life does get in the way too. Can’t always be fictional gotta be real world too (bleh I know but eh haha.)

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UPDATED OPEN REQUESTS MASTERLIST. 

wanna join but don’t have a character in mind? here’s a look into our open requests! if any of these requests interest you, please join our discord and reserve the character by posting under these posts from a guest or registered account — using all lowercase letters for the name.

DESEAN BRYANT JR. ( KEITH POWERS ) is looking for his EX-FIANCÉ ( ALINA BARAZ. )

SOLANA BROOKS ( H.E.R. ) is looking for her MISSED CONNECTION ( FACE: UTP. )

WILLOW GATLIN ( ISIS GATSON ) is looking for her ESTRANGED HUSBAND ( CHRISTIAN COMBS. )

AUGUST CLARKE ( YAHYA ABDUL MATEEN III ) is looking for his EMOTIONAL AFFAIR ( BRANDEE EVANS. )

NAOMI HICKS ( TINARA WESTBROOK ) is looking for her EX-BOYFRIEND ( JEFF LOGAN / UTP. )

ZARIA PIERRE ( VINTERRIA ) is looking for her FIRST LOVE ( LEVI BENT-LEE. )

KHARI ALVEZ is looking for his BLENDED FAMILY. 

DELPHINE SHELLEY ( KELLY ROWLAND ) is looking for her EX-HUSBAND ( MICHAEL EALY. )

RAHMIRA NARINE is looking for her FIRST LOVE ( RJ CYLER / UTP. )

SHIA BROOKS ( JALEN GREEN ) is looking for his EX-GIRLFRIEND ( SAMARIA J. DAVIS. )

FAMILIAL. 

ANAIAH PENDERGRASS is looking for her ILLUSTRIOUS FAMILY. 

DEJA VEGA ( JAYDA CHEAVES ) is looking for her SISTERS. ( LEXIS MAKIAH & KIANTI MARTIN. ) 

NIJA VALÉRIO ( YAYA DACOSTA )  is looking for her OLDER SISTER. ( TIKA SUMPTER. ) 

NAOMI HICKS ( TINARA WESTBROOK )  is looking for her SIBLINGS. ( ZACH LAVINE, UTP. ) 

NYLA GRAY-CLARKE ( SHANNON THORTON ) is looking for her SIBLINGS. ( IMAN SHUMPERT & AJA NAOMI KING. ) 

AYSIA HOLMES ( ARIANA FLETCHER ) is looking for her HALF-BROTHER. ( UTP. ) 

SUNNY WATERS ( DAY SULAN ) is looking for her BABY DADDY. ( MEKHI LUCKY. ) 

ASIR FRANCOIS ( DAVE EAST ) is looking for his SIBLINGS. 

OCCUPATIONAL. 

there are OPEN SLOTS for the board’s CROOKED RECORD LABEL subplot.

ICELYN JERELLE ( SUMMER WALKER ) is looking for her PARTNERS IN CRIME.

ANDREI MAXWELL ( VIC MENSA )  is looking for his DISPENSARY EMPLOYEES.

ISRAEL MEYERS ( JAYSON TATUM ) is looking for GYM EMPLOYEES.

NIJA VALÉRIO ( YAYA DACOSTA ) is looking for former GROUPMATES.

LAWRENCE PERRY ( MAHERSHALA ALI ) is looking for MEMBERS.

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XAVIER BENNETT IS LOOKING FOR HIS OLDER SISTER AND EX-GIRLFRIEND.

XAVIER BENNETT, OUR KOFI SIRIBOE IS LOOKING FOR HIS OLDER SISTER. THEY SHOULD LOOK LIKE RUTINA WESLEY, DANIELLE BROOKS, AJA NAOMI KING, ASHLEY BLAINE FEATHERSON, KELLY ROWLAND, TEYONAH PARRIS, YAYA DACOSTA  AND SHOULD BE AGED 35-40. YOU DO NOT NEED TO CONTACT THE PLAYER PRIOR TO APPLYING, BUT WILL FIND THEM @XAVIERREESE.

XAVIER BENNETT, OUR KOFI SIRIBOE IS LOOKING FOR HIS EX-GIRLFRIEND. THEY SHOULD LOOK LIKE NAFESSA WILLIAMS, GEFFRI MAYA, JAVICIA LESLIE, QUINTA BRUNSON, SIERRA MCCLAIN, SAMANTHA LOGAN, RYAN DESTINY, BARRETT DOSS, ALISHIA WAINWRIGHT, HAILEY STENFIELD, ANNA KENDRICK AND SHOULD BE AGED 28-31. YOU DO NOT NEED TO CONTACT THE PLAYER PRIOR TO APPLYING, BUT WILL FIND THEM @XAVIERREESE.