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Contemplating archiving all of my blogs for the time being and starting new when I can. If you still want to chat in general and plan to rp/write together in the future, message me on kik (resttheewell) or on my personal tumblr @resttheewell because I think you guys are really cool and I’m sorry for being so flaky, but I stop rping for weeks, if not months, at a time and I’m going to stop rping until I can be better.
Got everything up for Caspar’s complete pretty bio (although I didn’t reread his old bio before reposting it so if one of you reads it and find errors please tell me) and I’m feeling pretty accomplished. I’m going to head over to libxrosis and maybe twistthebxnes to tackle some drafts.
writing these little ‘poems’ for caspar’s about thingy makes me feel like such a hipster, please like them though.
The earth turns, the sun burns but i d i e without you.
NAME: Caspar Hades Manchester NICKNAMES: Cas, Cassie, Hades, Ghost, Friendly Ghost DOB: November 14 SPECIES: Human PLACE OF BIRTH: Keene, New Hampshire RESIDENCY: Forks, Washington DESCRIPTION: He feels alone and scared, much like a child who knows about the monsters hidden under his bed. PARENTS: Xavier King (Deceased) & Adelaide Manchester (Deceased) SIBLINGS: Remy Montgomery, Toby Montgomery, Hudson Manchester, Jude Manchester (Deceased), Samantha Manchester(Deceased), Scout Manchester (Deceased) LIVING SITUATION: A small house with his brother Hudson EDUCATION: Junior at Forks High School
The Friendly Ghost.
Caspar gave up on people by the time he was thirteen, and his sister had to remind people that he actually had a name aside from "friendly ghost".
Caspar had been made fun of his entire life. Maybe it was his eccentric name, or the fact that compared to the rest of his siblings, he was an easy target; maybe it was because he was so closed off, and people were offended by that. Until Caspar was ten, he barely said a word to anyone who wasn't his sister, even his family were outsiders. To get to Caspar you had to talk through Scout.
Sophomore year was when everything went down hill. Caspar wasn't naive enough to think that the terror would end when high school hit, so freshmen year went as expected, annoying but bearable. What he didn't expect was that during second year he'd fall in love, and he didn't think he'd lose the only people holding him together.
There was a boy, an older boy, who was the only person who looked at him like he was human; he didn't think Caspar was normal, but instead admired that he wasn't.
They'd known each other for three months when he introduced him to Scout, they'd been dating for two when he got to meet the rest of the family. Part of it was that he didn't want to share his only friend, and part of it was the age gap. Manchesters were nothing if not protective but they trusted Caspar; they even started to trust his boyfriend after about a month of intimidation tactics.
When spring break hit, Caspar decided to reward that year the title of best year yet. He'd built up a thick skin, and when thinking of all the good he had in his life, it made coping with the bad days a little easier.
Even though they didn't go anywhere special for Spring Break, returning to school with memories of a week full of sunsets spent with his favorite people, and staying up all night watching indie movies or day trips to the beach and piggy back rides through the park just seemed to make things easier.
It was three weeks until summer break; Caspar knew because he had a countdown calendar, and he gave almost daily updates at this point.
They went out to celebrate Scout being made MVP and Caspar's art being showcased in the school art show.
It was a beautiful summer night, outside still dimly lit, the warm rain was light and made the air smell clean and refreshing; days like this were Caspar's favorite. Xavier had decided to take everyone out, Caspar's boyfriend included, to the nicest restaurant he knew.
She came out of nowhere and disappeared just after the crash. No one even noticed the semi-truck coming around the corner.
None of it makes sense.
They were all going out to dinner, that was the worst part, they weren't doing anything criminal, Xavier was wide awake and alert. His sister Sammy was playing with their brother Jude's ears, pulling and wiggling them like they were all kids again, and singing loudly to the songs they could all already hear coming out of her mp3 player.
Scout was sitting between Caspar and his love, her head rested on Caspar's arm, feet placed in their friend's lap, joking about how she was the buffer zone, making sure they didn't do anything suspicious; Caspar didn't mind, they had always been a packaged deal and their parents knew he wouldn't actually do anything bad, so the joke was all in good fun.
Caspar was telling her to fix her position because it was dangerous, and everyone was teasing him about how he was too nervous, his love eventually reaching for his hand over Scout to brush his thumb over the soft skin as Caspar turned bright red from nerves and frustration.
"Not something. Someone! There was someone in the street, and the headlights...the headlights were so bright. Where's Scout? I need Scout!"
His parents were killed on impact, and Jude and Samantha were dead before the paramedics could get there. those in the back seat were the only survivors. The three musketeers, and he had to watch them, day after day, endless beeping, bright white, and those chemical smells.
"It was like Jude had been ripped from the car. None of it was normal. Dad hasn't been in an accident since 94'. You think all of a sudden he'd swerve into a semi truck and kill half his family? It doesn't make sense, and I'm gonna figure it out, with or without your help."
His older brother Hudson came to stay with him after he was discharged from the hospital, but Caspar was there whenever he could be, even when he shouldn’t be, because he needed to see them.
His love was the first to die. They tried to give him surgery to improve his health; he didn’t pull through. Caspar held a grudge towards doctors after that, he couldn’t look at his brother Toby the same, wondering how many people he’d killed thinking he could fix things.
Scout held on for four months, nine days, six hours, and about seventeen minutes. He knows, because he was in the room when she started to drift. They couldn’t bring her back, but he was bitter about them not trying hard enough.
The New Kid
Due to the accident, Caspar didn't finish out the school year. Considering he had decent grades, the year was nearing its end, and the ordeal he'd gone through, they still let him continue on to the eleventh grade and he just took his exams in the summer.
He'd barely had time to take a beat and mourn Scout's death before he was packing up his things, moving to his brother's home in Forks, Washington, and starting life at a new school.
Hudson was on the police force in Forks, and is pretty well known by all the locals, meaning that from the moment he got there, everyone knew what he'd been through. Every new person he'd met gave him condolences.
After moving, Caspar had more friends then ever, and Hudson was happy for him, thought it was a good sign...but people only talked to him out pity at first, and now it's out of convenience, and he knows that. He never thought he'd actually miss being a loner.
He hates that he feels this way, because it's not like the kids at school aren't nice, but they just pale in comparison to the people he lost in that accident, and coping seems pretty damn hard.
Caspar buries himself in school work or legends, putting on a brave face for Hudson whenever he has to and actually pretending the accident never happened when he can. He plays nice with his school friends, because other than Hudson, they're all he has, but he's still desperately searching for something to ease the pain.
So my dad got out of the hospital a few days ago and I actually have time to be on Caspar again and give him the love he deserves
(although I will be dividing my time between him and libxrosis/twistthebxnes/mxnipura)
so I’m cleaning out my drafts and doing old replies and such, which you can totally feel free to ignore, and trying get this blog up and running again.
I’m also going to go on an unfollowing spree and only refollow mutuals.
I know I haven’t been active, again. Life’s been really busy, and in trying to get libxrosis up and running, I only really got on her, and this past week it’s been spotty at best. The rest of the week is pretty busy for me, and I’m going on a trip this weekend that will completely keep me offline all together, but I will be back and working on drafts and bring up Caspar’s activity after that because I am so invested in him as an original character and I love you guys for loving him, so trust me I’ll be back soon.
If the signs were mythological creatures:
Aries: Werewolf
Taurus: Hell hound
Gemini: Doppelgänger
Cancer: Banshee
Leo: Fairy
Virgo: Angel
Libra: Nymph
Scorpio: Siren
Sagittarius: Ghost
Capricorn: Mermaid
Aquarius: Meme
Pisces: Shapeshifter
Turns out I don’t have much muse for Caspar right now, like this for a starter when I get back. You can find me here for now.
send one for my muse's reaction;
“What are you doing here?”
“Of course I moved on!”
“I can’t wait for you.”
“Why didn’t you wait for me?”
“Aren’t sunrises a little cliche?”
“As long as it doesn’t require me pants, I’m in.”
“It’s your time to shine.”
“And we’re sure that’s not illegal?”
“And if I say yes?”
“Dude, what the hell?”
“Wait, since when are you gay?”
“What the hell did I miss?”
“I was gone for for five minutes!”
“She/he’s been my bed for the last twenty four hours, and I can’t remember their name. Think it would be rude to ask for it again?”
“I don’t see anything wrong with a shotgun Vegas wedding.”
“If you don’t shut up, I will personally stab you in the eye with a spork.”
“Is that really your version of an apology?”
“I hope you step on a lego every day for the rest of your life.”
“Now that’s just stupid.”
“I’m prepared, I think.”
“We finally got it right.”
“I choose you. No one else. You.”
“I gave up a long time ago.”
“In what world was that okay?”
“This is not a bad vampire romance novel, please shut up with the dramatics.”
“Kinda wanna have sex, but also kinda wanna eat pizza.”
“We could always just run away.”
“I’m dying. How’s that for a dinner conversation starter?”
“Please stop asking me out.”
“Love is a fairytale told to children.”
“That wasn’t me.”
“I didn’t do it!”
“That may have been my fault.”
“Is this your first date?”
“You’re the biggest wimp.”
“You’re pretty shy.”
“Are you trying to hold my hand?”
“Let me sleep.”
“There’s no way that I’ll say no.”
“I don’t want to get up.”
“Why don’t you love me?”
“I don’t want to live in a world without you.”
“There’s a fire inside of you.”
“I don’t think I can do this anymore.”
“Oh good. Just what I needed to hear.”
“Tonight as perfect.”
“It’s just for the night!”
“I didn’t steal it. I borrowed it. Possibly for a long time.”
“It hurts.”
“We could go backpacking?”
“What do you mean you want to go home?”
“You don’t know me!”
“I skipped class today.”
“I bought you a ring even.”
“You bought me flowers?”
“What are you doing home so late?”
“Sorry I’m not what you expected.”
“I burned my tongue.”
“What a fake smile.”
“Did you just laugh at me?”
“I can do it!”
Ruffle
Send me "Ruffle" For my muses reaction to your muse randomly coming up and running their fingers through mines hair.
Caspar smiled when she came up to him. It was his favorite thing when people would play with his hair, especially Ren because he liked being close to her.
Most people touching him without warning would make him jump, but the minute she’s touching him, he knows it’s her. He knows her warmth, and her fingers carding through his hair, even if only for a second, provide this overwhelming comfort that he always needed, because he was always so unbearably tense.
can you please reblog this if you’re an rper from the twilight fandom.
Destroy My Muse On Anon
Provoke them, upset them, frighten them, make them cry! I want tears and regret and pain and just plain oodles of angst.
please don’t leave me.
Send me "Ruffle" For my muses reaction to your muse randomly coming up and running their fingers through mines hair.
“If you zone out a lot maybe you should take medicine for that.”
“Technically speaking, there’s probably a lot of things I should be medicated for, but that’s not really your concern...”
‘’I think I might have been wrong before, you know, about not being able to be friends. Maybe we could manage it.’’
“Do you really want to try or are you just messing with me .......?”
“What the hell are you staring at? Do I have something on my face?”
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“No, sorry...I zoned out. Shit, I do that a lot, honestly, ignore me, I’d understand.”
