Dead.

Open characters-

Jaehee

Yoosung {currently saved}

Zen

Rika

OC friendly, please include a short bio for your OC and their faceclaim.

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Open characters:

• Stiles • Lydia • Scott • Allison • Jackson • Danny

• Isaac • Derek • Cora • Peter • Erica • Boyd

• Liam • Theo • Breaden • Brett • Corey • Ethan

• Aidan • Mason • Jordan • Kira • Malia

Basically every character is open besides Stiles and Lydia.

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drabble meme @flawedlouise

Amuse Me: I will write a funny drabble about my character trying to cheer yours up.

Casper had been wondering around outside most of the day, only coming in once the sun was hidden behind dark clouds, and walked up the stairs to find Louise sitting on the center of her bed, curled up and hugging her knees. He couldn’t be sure but thought he had heard a quiet gasp, as if she were trying to hide the fact that she was sobbing. It was hard for him to imagine her crying as he had never seen it happen before and he couldn’t think of anything that had happened recently to make her cry. Not knowing much of her past, he didn’t want to assume what was going on as to not pry into places he hadn’t been invited and knew that all he could do was try to comfort her.

“Louise?” He called out quietly, voice just above a whisper, as he crossed the short distance from the doorway to the edge of her bed. Her head jerked up quickly, a small gasp escaping her lips, and she wiped her reddened cheeks clean of any tears that may have fallen down.“It’s okay-” He cut himself short and sat on the bed next to her, trying to figure out the right words to say. “You don’t have to pretend-” No, that wasn’t right either. Not having the opportunity to comfort someone in such a long time, he was unsure how to go about it. Deciding it best to simply say nothing, he placed his hand on her cheek to try cool her face down. A second’s time passed and he remembered seeing a few dandelions in the front yard. While they were weeds, he still liked the yellow color and stood to leave the room again though not before assuring her he’d return shortly.

The flowers hadn’t yet matured and turned fuzzy, something he was thankful for at the given time, and he picked exactly three to take back inside to her. It wasn’t often that the weather was nice and he made it back inside just as it started raining. Climbing the stairs and entering her room again, he found she had not moved a single inch and her eyes were watery with fresh tears. Quickly, he made his way back to the bed, this time sitting knee to knee in front of her.

“Did you ever rub dandelion flowers on your skin when you were younger?” Although silly, he was hoping his question would distract her from whatever grief she was dealing with. “They leave yellow smudges and I guess it isn’t so flattering but it’s kind of funny.” He took one of the flowers and rubbed her cheek, leaving a yellow smudge amid the tear streaks and did the same with another flower to her other cheek. Biting back a laugh, he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and stuck the remaining dandelion in her hair.

Ah, I’m not sure. I haven’t added them into his story yet because if I don’t find anyone to RP as them (the Casper fandom is hella small so it’s not very likely) I was going to have them come along after he’s already been dead. Kind of like, they’re his adoptive uncles who don’t like him much but he follows them around in hopes of learning ghostsy things from them.

Fatso probably looks like a washed up high school football coach with a beer belly and pit stains and comes off as that uncle who cleans out your grandma’s fridge every time you’re visiting her and leaves dishes dirty in the sink. (Am I the only one with one of those?) Washed up frat bro who flunked out. Smells like old cheese, says it’s his man musk? (Maybe Rainn Wilson in Cooties)

Stinkie: If Tim Blake Nelson and Steve Buscemi had a child, they’d look exactly like Stinkie. His personality is very much that of the loser kid who made fun of you at lunch in middle school just to feel cool even though he was not cool. Looks at the toilet paper for too long after he wipes his butt.