#ghost au

Ghost AU

Eric's ghost au design but make him with more creepy looks (idk is it already look creepy or--)

My hc Art Blank and Judge Halden are friends since they're still in law school until they also have a job in the same court so they can still meet each other. Imagine after they're died in the same building and they meet again like

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"holy shit dude, you're died too????! In this building???"

"kinda suck but yeah-- i got shot in my head-"

"SAME HERE! I MEAN LOOK AT MY FACE--"

YEARS later, Hiccup moves into this old outdated house because he stubbornly decided to leave home and pursue a biology master's degree. He's extremely broke surviving off student loans and grants despite being 25. He's overworked, underfed and terribly exhausted. Five days into his crappy living space, he bumps into a towering pile of boxes and is too exhausted to move away fast enough. Great, he thinks, of course I die like this.

But then the boxes are LEVITATING and a disembodied voice is CHIDING HIM. He gapes as an old vase falls out the top box, shatters, and billows of... Something? Kick up. Slowly the body of a boy too pale and DEFYING GRAVITY appears like smoke. Hiccup promptly faints.

Hiccup comes to, believing it all to be a wild dream until he turns over and comes face to face with said smokey boy looking way more tangible than before. Hiccup shrieks and throws his elbow out. There's some sort of cold feeling that douses his arm and the boy jumps back.

"Wow he's really freaked out-"

Hiccup scrambles up from the couch (when did he get there?) and holds the pillow he was using (when did that get there?) like a weapon of soft destruction. "WHO ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE?!"

The boy lifts one wild eyebrow and looks around the room.

"Oh no no no, you're not gonna act like I'm crazy. Speak fast or I'll-! I'll-! I'll make you sorry! Then call the cops!" Hiccup brandishes his pillow menacingly.

The boy frowns and turns in a circle. He mutters, "Who is he talking to?"

"Great Odin's beard I'm talking to YOU! Who else is in this room?!"

The boy whips his neck around so fast Hiccup chokes on a scream. He slowly points to himself, as if in disbelief.

"Gods, are you an idiot? YES! You know what? Forget it. GET OUT!"

"You... You can see me?"

"Are you the reason the neighbors told me to leave? Do the police do NOTHING around here?" Hiccup's voice cracks. His nerves are on fire. He's going to get murdered. Or worse, ROBBED.

"He can see me," the boy whispers. A grin slowly spreads across his face so dazzling and radiant, Hiccup falters.

The pillow is lowered a few inches. “Yes? Did you think you were invisible? Nevermind. You're not answering my question-“

"You can hear me?" The boy steps closer.

"Uh," Hiccup takes a step back. His head is spinning. He can’t follow this conversation. Maybe he's got a concussion.

The boy laughs softly. Then he's giggling and curling in on himself. Hiccup almost asks what's wrong when the boy leaps into the air. He stays up there, flipping and hooting, chanting joyfully, "HE SEES ME! MOON ABOVE, HE SEES ME!"

Hiccup's mouth drops open as he watches. The pillow falls to the ground and he follows, butt smacking into the floor.

The boy- entity?- flies up into Hiccup's face, eyes so blue, Hiccup wonders if he's ever actually seen blue before.

"My name is Jack!"

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Headshipping Ghost AU sketch

Coltland Gentry but the brothers all die somehow. Colt from his fall, Court from a mission, and Ryland from something. Ryland doesn't remember anything about himself or his brothers. His brothers try to help him remember with what little they can actually interact with since touch and taste aren't really options. Holland March is their uncle who had a close call with death at one point (protecting Holly or Healy somehow) and can see ghosts and things after his brush with death. At first he thinks the brothers are just hallucinations from too much drinking or something and then he finds out that they are actually the brothers and they did die. He is distraught over it.

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I've always belonged to Saint Gabriel's, but in recent years I have been getting more involved. You have likely seen me! I play the organ for services, tidy the garden and the cemetery-- the list goes on.

..Where did you go, Cesar? — @godlovesmark