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daeranilen · 2 days ago
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I have a very loose template for commenting on fic chapters that goes like this:
Pick ONE (1) part of the chapter I really liked (anything from a single sentence to a paragraph)
Quote it at the beginning of my comment
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For anyone who gets so caught up overthinking what to comment that they never comment: steal my template or make your own. Give yourself the gift of structure! It helps!
BTW i see these posts all the time like "ohhh i dont know what to comment on fics.." and every response is "keysmashes! or hearts!! anything works :3" and thats GREAT!! thats helpful!!
but: consider. if u genuinely like analyzing writing.. do u know ur just allowed to go through and quote your favorite parts and ramble abt what they mean to u and the author will LOSE IT WITH HYPE?
genuinely. i felt SO WEIRD the first time i did it.. but like. holy shit authors love it. its crack for authors. the first time i did it, it was on a fic that hadnt updated in half a year, give or take, and the author made 3 updates that month BECAUSE OF MY COMMENT.
LIKE. as an author every comment is INCREDIBLE!!! but also, dont feel like your comment has to be short or otherwise ur invasive or smth!! authors ADORE long comments more than ANYTHING.
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yoyomomiko · 2 days ago
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[THREE] — The music box
☆ `` SPECTRAL SCAMMERS ``
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☆ — summary: when cartman comes up with yet another 'get rich quick' scheme, he forces his friends, and you, into starting a ghost hunting service. armed with a mix of makeshift equipment, a questionable van and no actual skills, you begin taking jobs to "exorcise" haunted houses.
warnings: strong language, violence, horror elements, cartman being cartman.
(a/n): this chapter is sooo long and it took me DAYS to write it!! >_< (I genuinely didn't sleep at all and just wrote this without stopping, hours without breaks xx) -- this is by far the longest fic/chapter that I've ever wrote... I can't believe it's over 11k words!! I apologize for any grammar mistakes, you can point them out nicely and I'll fix them!! I also apologize for how this chapter seems kinda bland ^.^ -- for some reason, i feel like there wasn't enough romantic tension and stuff... and Tweek's interactions with the reader were so awkward I just don't know how to write for him (╥⁠﹏⁠╥)
wc: 11.1k+
★m.list
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Lunch was rarely quiet, but today's chaos reached a new level as Cartman slammed his backpack onto the cafeteria table with a grin.
"You guys aren't going to believe this." He started, practically shaking in excitement.
"Is it another terrible idea?" Kyle asked, barely looking up from his lunch.
"It's not a terrible idea." Cartman snapped, puffing out his chest. "It's a brilliant idea. A $200 idea, to be exact."
"Here we go..." Stan muttered, leaning back in his seat.
Cartman ignored the groans and unsure looks as he whipped out his phone like a trophy. "I just landed us a gig at the old DeLacroix mansion. They're paying us $200 to 'investigate paranormal activity'."
You all froze for a moment, processing his words.
"Two hundred bucks?" Kenny asked, his eyes lighting up. "That's like... A month's worth of pop tats!"
"Wait, wait, wait..." You interrupted them, raising an eyebrow. "Who in their right mind would pay us twenty hundred dollars to investigate anything? We're not exactly professionals."
"That's where my genius comes in. I told them we're licensed professionals." Cartman smirked.
"Licensed by who? The South Park Department of Bullshit?" Craig asked jokingly.
"Licensed by me, obviously." Cartman shot back.
Kyle pinched the bridge of his nose. "So let me get this straight... You lied to some poor people and convinced them to pay $200 to mess and play around their houses pretending to hunt ghosts?"
"Exactly!" Cartman answered proudly. "And you're welcome."
"Dude, this is going to blow up in our faces." Stan said as he shook his head. "We don't know the first thing about ghost hunting."
"We don't need to." Cartman replied, waving him off. "Ghosts aren't even real. We just have to scare the homeowners enough for them to think that we actually did something."
"That's... Moraly questionable." You mumbled, eyeing him up and down.
"Oh, please, [Y/N], like you've never fucked with the truth to make a quick buck." Cartman rolled his eyes.
"I-I don't know about this..." Tweek, seated beside you, shifted uncomfortably. "What if the house is actually haunted?"
"Ghosts aren't real, Tweek." Craig replied flatly as he rested his arms on the lunch table.
"They're not real until they are..." Tweek mumbled, fidgeting with his fingers.
"Okay can we focus on the important part?" Clyde interrupted. "Two hundred dollars is a lot of money. I say we go for it."
"Yeah." Kenny agreed, nodding excitedly. "We could use the cash to upgrade our equipment or something." He muttered hesitantly, a bit heart broken that, most probably, that's what Cartman would want to do with the money.
"What equipment?" Stan asked, raising and eyebrow.
"We'll figure that out later!" Cartman said as he slammed his hands on the table. "All we have to do is show up, act professional and maybe sprinkle some flour to make it look like ghost footprints. Easy money!"
"This is such a bad idea." Kyle groaned.
"Bad idea or not, you're in." Cartman shot back smugly. "Everyone's in."
"I didn't agree to anything." Craig cut in.
"I don't care what you think, Craig." Cartman snapped. "You're coming. And you're driving the van."
Craig flipped him off with the same bored expression on his face.
"What van?" You asked, narrowing your eyes.
"Oh, I've got that covered. Just wait." Cartman's grin widened.
...
As the rest of the group continued to bicker, you couldn't help but notice Tweek fidgeting beside you. His hands toyed with the hem of his shirt, his leg bouncing under the table.
"You okay?" You asked softly, leaning closer to him.
He jumped slightly at the sound of your voice but nodded quickly. "Y-Yeah, just... You know, Cartman's plans never end well."
"That's fair." You mumbled, sighing before quickly giving him a small smile. "But hey, at least this one doesn't involve creating an alien beacon that sends signals out, which ends up getting us abducted by aliens and then arrested by the police." You recalled, reminding Tweek of the horrific incident that happened... Not long ago.
The corners of Tweek's lips tugged upwards, forming a shy smile, his eyes briefly meeting yours. "Yeah, I guess. Still, it's a haunted mansion... That's horror movie territory..."
"You're not scared, are you?" You teased lightly.
"N-No! Of course not!" His face turned a faint shade of pink.
"Don't worry, I'll protect you if anything jumps out." You assured him, smirking as you noticed his cheeks growing redder.
‘ He was so cute when he blushed! You could barely contain yourself from kissing him! ’
He laughed nervously, feeling heat rise to his cheeks. "T-Thanks..."
Across the table, Clyde wiggled his eyebrows at the two of you. "Aw, look at that! Lovebirds bonding over ghost hunting!"
"Shut up, Clyde." Your smirk faded as you threw your empty carton of milk at him.
"You're just jealous." Cartman cut in smugly. "Not everyone gets to bask in my genius and charm like [Y/N] does."
"Yeah, that's exactly it." You muttered dryly, fighting the urge to roll your eyes.
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After much debate and several insults exchanged between Cartman and Kyle, you all hesitantly agreed to the plan.
"Fine!" Stan snapped, throwing his hands up in the air. "We'll do it, but if this goes wrong, I'm blaming you, Cartman."
"Blame me all you want!" Cartman shot back as he smirked. "I'll be too busy counting my $200 to care."
"What do you mean 'my' $200?" Craig asked, his monotone voice cutting through the noise. "Pretty sure we're splitting it evenly."
"Yeah!" You agreed, nodding. "We're all risking our dignity here, so we all get a fair share."
Cartman huffed but didn't argue further. "Whatever. The point is, we've got a job. We're gonna kick some ghost ass!"
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You all gathered in the school parking lot after the last bell, backpacks thrown over shoulders and various pieces of 'ghost equipment' in a row. Cartman stood in front of a suspiciously beat up white van, grinning ear to ear as if he was about to ask you if you wanted some candy.
"What the hell is that?" Kyle asked, staring at the van with wide eyes as if it would come to life and swallow him whole.
"Our ride." Cartman answered proudly, slapping the side of the van. "Rented it with my mom's credit card!"
"Your mom let you use her credit card?" Stan raised a brow.
"She doesn't know yet." Cartman admitted with a shrug. "But she will when I 'accidentally' leave the receipt on the counter. By then, it'll be too late."
"Classic." Craig muttered, fighting the urge to roll his eyes.
"Dude, we're not getting in that thing." You said, eyeing the van doubtfully. "It looks like it hasn't been cleaned since the 90s. What's with the stain on the side?"
"Ghost residue." Cartman answered without missing a beat.
"Pretty sure that's bird crap." Clyde pointed out as he leaned closer.
"Shut up!" Cartman snapped. "Do you losers want to walk all the way to the DeLacroix mansion? No? Then get in."
"This is so stupid..." Stan sighed.
"Not as stupid as your haircut." Cartman shot back.
"Let's just get this over with." Kenny interrupted as he threw his backpack in the back. "I wanna see if we can actually pull this off."
The rest of you hesitated but eventually climbed into the van one by one. The inside was even worse, barely breathable air, carrying the smell of sweat, and seats covered in mysterious stains that no one wanted to identify.
"It smells like ass." Clyde stuck out his tongue, pinching his nose.
"This is disgusting." You mumbled as you took a seat near the back.
"Disgusting but functional." Cartman replied as he dropped into the driver's seat.
"You're not seriously the one driving, are you?" Kyle asked, eyeing Cartman up and down.
"Uh, yeah, who else is going to drive?"
"Literally anyone else." Craig cut in, raising his hand.
Cartman ignored him as he turned the key, starting the engine, which, by the way, sounded like it would break down any moment.
"Didn't you say Craig was gonna drive?" Clyde, who was seated in the passenger's seat, asked hesitantly.
"Nope. Don't remember ever saying that." Cartman replied, barely moving the van an inch.
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You ended up next to Tweek, who was already fidgeting with the strap of his bag. His eyes scanned the van like he expected a ghost to pop up from the shadows.
"You good?" You asked, leaning slightly toward him.
"Y-Yeah." He nodded quickly, though his jumpy movements suggested otherwise.
"Well at least the van hasn't exploded yet. That's a good sign, right?" You gave him a small smile.
"I guess. But this thing smells like a gym locker." He chuckled, his shoulder relaxing a bit.
"You're not wrong..." You nodded, trying to hold your breath. "Let's just hope the drive isn't too long."
From the front, Cartman banged his fist on the steering wheel. "Can you idiots shut up for five seconds?! I'm trying to focus!"
"You're trying to focus on driving two miles an hour?" Kyle shot back.
"It's called being cautious you fucking bitch!" Cartman defended himself.
"It's called being a terrible driver." Craig muttered, earning a snicker from Kenny.
"Why don't you go flip off a tree or something?" Cartman snapped, glaring at him through the rearview mirror.
Craig responded by slowly raising his middle finger.
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As the van crept out of town and onto the road leading to the DeLacroix mansion, the air began to shift. The sun was slowly lowering on the sky, causing long shadows across the pavement. Trees lined both sides of the road, their branches twisting up in the orange sky as they gently swayed in the wind.
"This road is creepy as hell." Kenny pointed out, gazing out the window.
"Perfect setting for a haunted mansion." Clyde added, his voice touched with nervous excitement.
"Or for us to get murdered." You muttered, making Tweek's grip on his thighs tighten.
"Relax! Nothing's going to happen. Ghosts aren't real, remember?" Cartman replied, though his hold on the steering wheel tightened.
"That's not what you said when you were charging $200." Stan pointed out.
"That's called marketing." Cartman shot back smugly. "You wouldn't understand."
The road hit a bump, making everyone jump out of their places.
"Careful, fatass!" Kyle shouted, grabbing onto Kenny who was beside him, holding onto his shoulder to secure himself in his seat.
"Don't like my walking? Get out and walk you fucking asshole!" Cartman snapped, turning around to glare at you all.
‘ Of course that idiot wasn't wearing a seatbelt... ’
"No one's walking." You spoke up, cutting off the argument before it could escalate. "Let's just focus on getting there in one piece."
Tweek shifted uncomfortably beside you, his knee bouncing nervously. You reached out and gave his arm a light tap, grabbing his attention.
"Hey, we'll be fine." You assured, keeping your tone casual. "Worst case scenario, we get there, find out it's just some creaky floorboards and call it a day."
He nodded slowly, the corners of his lips tugging upwards and forming a shy smile. "Yeah... Yeah, you're probably right."
"Of course I'm right, I'm always right." You smirked, and Tweek was sure you could hear his heartbeat.
"Aw, look at that!" Clyde teased from the front of the van, smirking as he was turned to fully look at you.
‘ Another idiot who didn't wear seatbelts... ’
"Tweek's got a little bodyguard!"
"Keep talking like that and I won't hesitate throwing you out the van." You warned him, your smirk fading away.
"Try it. I'll land on my feet."
"Can we stop fucking flirting and focus?" Cartman snapped, glaring at everyone in the rearview mirror. "We've got a job to do, assholes!"
"You're the only asshole here..." You muttered quietly.
"Maybe that's why it smells like ass." Craig added, earning a snicker from Stan.
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The van shook along the lonely and bumpy road, the engine groaning with every turn of the wheels. The sun was slowly setting in, the once orange and pink sky darkening.
"Hey, uh... This thing is making weird noise." Stan pointed out.
"That's just the sound of your whining." Cartman shot back, his tone sarcastic.
"No, seriously." You spoke up, trying to glance at Cartman in the rearview mirror. "It's been getting louder for the last mile. Do you even know how to drive this thing?"
"Of course I know how to drive!" Cartman shouted, puffing out his chest. "I'm a naturally born leader. Driving's part of the package, asshole!"
"Leader of what? The loser unit?" Craig snorted.
Before Cartman could fire back and insult him, the van gave a violent shake. Everyone lunged forward as it came to an abrupt stop. The engine faltering as it made loud, roaring sounds before going completely silent.
"You've got to be kidding me." Kyle groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"What happened?" Kenny asked as he looked around.
Cartman angrily twisted the key, but the engine only made clicking noises in response. "What the hell?!"
"I think your piece of crap van just died." Clyde pointed the obvious, earning a glare from Cartman.
"Shut up, you don't know anything about cars dumbass!" He yelled, practically shaking aggressively in his seat.
"And you do?" Stan raised an eyebrow, only making Cartman's face grow a darker shade of red from frustration.
"I know more than you!" Cartman shouted, slapping the steering wheel.
...
As you all piled out of the van, the reality of your situation started to sink in. The road stretched endlessly in both directions, and to add to the creepiness, the crickets started chirping as the sun lowered.
"This is bad..." Tweek muttered, clutching his bag tightly. "This is really bad..."
"It's fine." You assured him quickly, although your voice was a bit too loud to be entirely convincing. "We'll just figure it out, no big deal."
"No big deal?! We're stranded in the middle of nowhere! What if something's out there?!" Tweek glanced at you, eyes wide as his whole body trembled.
"There's nothing out there." You placed your hand on his shoulder, causing him to flinch. Your gaze flickered nervously toward the dark trees. "Probably just squirrels or something..."
"Squirrels don't make weird noises at night..." He muttered, his voice shaky as he struggled to keep still.
Craig, standing a few feet away, sighed as he interrupted. "Relax. The only dangerous thing out here is Cartman's driving."
"Hey, screw you asshole!" Cartman barked loudly.
Ignoring him, your hand that was on Tweek's shoulder slowly trailed down to his arm, holding it, trying to steady him. "Look, we'll figure it out, okay? We're not gonna be stuck here forever."
"A-Alright... If you say so." Tweek nodded hesitantly, his breathing slowing a little.
For a moment, you felt pride knowing you managed to calm him down a bit. But then the stillness of the road, the sinister silence, the darkening sky... It was starting to creep you out. Before you knew it, the panic you've kept holding in all this time came rushing in.
"What if we are stuck here?" You blurted out quietly, the words coming out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. "What if no one finds us? What if-"
You felt a hand on your shoulder, the gentle gesture catching you off guard. You almost screamed, but you turned around before you did. You found Craig standing beside you, his usual bored expression replaced with a softer one.
"It's alright." He said simply, his voice low and steady.
You blinked at him, caught off guard.
"You're freaking yourself out." He added, his monotone voice oddly comforting. "It's not helping."
"I know that." You muttered, feeling slightly embarrassed.
"Then calm down. We'll figure it out." He shrugged.
Despite his bluntness, his words seemed to make your heart race. You took a deep breath.
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Cartman was pacing back and forth beside the van, muttering under his breath. "This is a disaster! A complete disaster! My mom's gonna get upset!"
"You mean because you stole her credit card?" Kyle asked dryly.
"Shut up you Jew!" Cartman snapped.
Stan kneeled down to check under the van, using one of Cartman's almost out of battery flashlights to light up the underside. "Looks like something's leaking." He pointed out, frowning.
"Oil?" Kenny asked, crouching beside him.
"Maybe. I'm not a mechanic."
"Well does anyone know how to fix it?" Clyde questioned, looking around hopefully.
You all glanced at each other, standing in complete silence other than the chirping crickets.
"Nope." Craig answered bluntly.
"Great." Kyle muttered, running a hand down his face. "Just great."
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With no immediate solution, you all settled into an uneasy silence. Cartman sulked by the driver's door, muttering about how unfair the universe was. Stan and Kyle debated whether they should try to call for help, although they doubted anyone would come this far out. Tweek leaned on a rock near the edge of the road, his knee bouncing nervously.
You sat down beside him, staring at the van and the rest of the group, who were arguing like crazy. You still felt a little nervous, despite Craig's attempt at calming you down earlier. "How you holding up?" You asked.
"Better." Tweek admitted, though his voice was still shaky. "But this sucks."
"Yeah... It really does." You agreed.
For a moment, the two of you just sat there, watching the sky change from orange and pink to a depressing gray. Despite your situation, there was something oddly peaceful about the quiet.
"Thanks for earlier." Tweek mumbled suddenly, his voice softer than usual.
"For what?" You glanced at him, surprised.
"For, you know... Helping me calm down." He rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze. "That was pretty nice of you..."
You felt your cheeks warm up, but you quickly brushed it off. "Well, you've got my back too, right?"
Tweek smiled, the corners of his mouth twisting up in a way that made your heart skip a beat. "Yeah. Always."
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You all gathered around the front of the van, flashlights in hand. The hood was popped open, revealing the engine that looked like it hasn't been properly maintained in decades.
Stan squinted at the mess, raising an eyebrow. "Okay, so... What exactly are we looking at here?"
"An engine." Craig replied, arms crossed.
"Yeah, thanks, genius." Kyle muttered, rolling his eyes. He leaned closer, frowning at the faint puddle forming beneath the van. "Something's definitely leaking."
"Maybe it's ghost juice." Cartman suggested, snickering at his own joke.
"No one asked you." Kyle snapped, shining his flashlight on the engine.
You sighed, leaning against the side of the van. "So... Does anyone actually know what they're doing?"
Everyone exchanged awkward glances, shrugging at each other.
"Not a clue." Clyde admitted.
"Fantastic." You muttered, your palm coming in contact with your forehead.
"I've seen my dad fix stuff like this before." Stan spoke up, though his tone wasn't exactly confident. "But we need tools."
"Tools?!" Cartman exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. "What do you think this is, a Home Depot?! Where are we supposed to get tools in the middle of nowhere?!"
...
"So, what's the plan?" Clyde asked, leaning against the van.
"Plan?" Cartman scoffed. "The plan is you idiots fix the van while I supervise."
"Yeah, that's not happening." Kyle dismissed flatly.
"Wait..." Tweek spoke up, his voice slightly hesitant. "Does anyone have duct tape?"
You turned to him, furrowing your brows together. "What for?"
"Well..." He started, shifting nervously under everyone's gaze. "If it's just a leak, maybe we can patch it up enough to get moving again?"
"That... Actually might work." Stan nodded slowly.
"Great idea!" You praised, smiling at him.
Tweek blinked, his face turning a faint shade of pink. "Uh, thanks..."
"Fine. Who's got tape?" Cartman groaned.
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After a bit of rummaging, you all managed to find duct tape in Kenny's backpack. You wouldn't dare ask why he had that on him, and it would be better if you didn't.
"This is ridiculous." Craig muttered, watching as Stan and Kyle debated the best way to 'fix' the leak.
"Do you have a better idea?" You asked, raising a brow.
"No. But this still feels stupid." He shrugged.
"Stupid or not, it's all we've got." Stan interrupted, crouching beside the van. "Alright, someone hand me the tape."
Kenny passed the roll as the rest of you watched Stan carefully tape over the leaking spot. "This should hold for a little while. Hopefully."
"Hopefully?!" Cartman exclaimed. "That's the best you've got?!"
"Unless you want to get under there and fix it yourself, yes." Stan shot back.
As Stan finished his makeshift repair, you leaned back against the van, glancing at Tweek. "I didn't expect you to figure out a solution."
"What do you mean?" Tweek tilted his head to the side, confused.
"I mean, that was a pretty great idea. You're full of surprises, huh?" You smiled, nodding towards the engine.
"I just... Didn't want to be stuck here all night." He replied nervously, rubbing the back of his neck as a smile tugged at his lips.
"Well, great job." You muttered.
Tweek chuckled, his usual nervousness temporarily forgotten. "Thanks."
"Alright!" Cartman shouted, clapping his hands. "Is this thing fixed or what?"
"Fixed enough." Stan replied, standing up and dusting off his hands. "But we should probably get moving before it gives out again."
"Great." Cartman said, already climbing into the driver's seat. "Get in, assholes!"
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You all piled back in the van, the air still tense but slightly more hopeful. The engine came to life as the van moved forward, resuming its journey down the dark, lonely road.
"See? I told you we'd fix it." Cartman bragged, a smug grin on his face.
"You didn't do anything." Kyle pointed out.
"I supervised." Cartman shot back. "That's the most important part of any operation." His words earned a middle finger from Craig, which he of course, didn't ignore.
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The van came to a stop just outside the towering DeLacroix mansion, and the sight alone was enough to make everyone fall silent. The place looked like it had been ripped straight out of a gothic horror movie. The iron gates creaked as they swung inward, revealing a front lawn with trimmed edges and a path of cobblestone leading to the massive double doors of the mansion. It looked and sounded like hell. No, seriously. The hinges of the gates screeched like tortured souls.
"Wow. They weren't kidding when they said they were loaded." Stan let out a low whistle.
Craig crossed his arms, unimpressed. "Looks like something out of a vampire movie. I'm expecting Dracula to pop up any second."
"This house is awesome!" Kenny beamed, his face lighting up. "It's like something out of those haunted mansion tours!"
"Yeah, well, it's probably just a glorified dust trap." Kyle shoved his hands in his pockets. "Rich people are weird..."
Cartman turned to glare at Kyle, pointing his thumb toward the mansion. "Rich people are our clients you fucking asshole! Now shut the fuck up and try not to embarrass me."
"Embarrass you?" Kyle snorted. "That's rich coming from the guy who got us abducted by aliens yet they still sent us back to Earth because of you."
"Okay now you're pushing it!" Cartman interrupted. "Face it, you're embarrassing all of us."
"Fuck you, fatass!"
Cartman ignored him, puffing out his chest and leading the group up the cobblestone path as if he was the CEO of some multimillion dollar ghost hunting operation.
Before anyone could knock, the heavy front doors creaked open as an elderly woman stepped out onto the grand porch. She was dressed elegantly in a deep emerald gown, her pearl necklace glinting in the fading sunlight. Her husband followed close behind. His tailored suit looked expensive, and his sharp features carried the kind of sterness that could make anyone feel like a misbehaving child.
The woman's eyes scanned you all, her expression both relieved and suspicious. "Oh, thank goodness you're here!" She exclaimed, her voice trembling as she hurried down the steps. "You have no idea how much time we have been waiting for a certain individual to assist us!"
The old man, however, was less excited. He frowned, scanning the group. "You're the ghost hunters?" He asked, his tone doubtful as he eyed you all. "You all look... Very young."
"Thanks, I moisturize." Craig spoke up.
Cartman stepped forward, giving Craig a glare before plastering a fake smile onto his face. "Youthfulness is what makes us the best in business." He replied, his tone was supposed to sound professional, but came off more like a used car salesman.
The old man remained unconvinced, his eyes narrowing as if he were searching for a hidden adult supervisor. "Are you even qualified for this?"
"Qualified?" Cartman repeated, placing a hand on his chest as if he was personally offended. "Sir, we're professionals. We've been in the business for years! Licensed, insured, you name it!"
"Insured against what? Getting caught in your lies?" Kyle muttered under his breath.
Cartman shot him a warning glare before turning back to the couple. "Now, why don't you tell us exactly what's going on, and we're gonna take care of it faster than you can say 'check, please'!"
The woman squeezed her own hands, glancing nervously at her husband before speaking. "It's been terrible. Absolutely terrible. Every night, we hear whispers in the halls. Sometimes it's a woman singing... So soft and yet so haunting... It feels like it's coming from nowhere and everywhere at once."
"And the doors." The old man added, adjusting his tie. "They slam shut on their own. Sometimes in the middle of the night, sometimes when we're standing right there. It's like we're not welcome in our own home."
"Maybe it's just bad hinges or the wind?" Keny tilted his head to the side.
The woman shot him a sharp look. "Does the wind whisper your name?"
"Depends on how much I've had to drink." Kenny muttered, earning a snicker from Craig.
The man's frown deepened. "This isn't a joke. Whatever is in that house... It isn't natural. And it's just getting worse."
"Don't worry, sir, ma'am." Cartman stepped forward with false confidence. "You called the right team. We've handled cases way scarier than this."
"Name one." Kyle challenged, crossing his arms.
Cartman ignored him, turning his attention back to the couple. "Now, let's talk about payment. We'll need half upfront for, uh, operational costs."
The woman's brows furrowed together. "Operational costs?"
"Yeah." Cartman replied smoothly. "You know, equipment, transportation, ghost insurance..."
"Ghost insurance?" The old man repeated, raising one of his bushy eyebrows.
"It's standard practice." Cartman said, waving off their confusion. "Ghost hunting is dangerous work. There's always a risk of possession, attacks, or ectoplasmic goo. We can't exactly do this for free, can we?"
"Oh my God Cartman, stop scamming people." Stan groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Scamming people?" Cartman repeated, acting offended. Technically, he was. "This is a legitimate business transaction. Now, if you're done interrupting, let the professionals handle this."
The woman sighed, clearly too exhausted to argue. She reached into her purse, pulling out a checkbook. "Fine. You'll get $100 now and the rest when the job is done."
"Pleasure doing business with you." Cartman smirked, snatching the check before anyone else could.
The man gestured toward the house, his expression grumpy. "Do whatever you need to. Just get rid of it."
Cartman turned to the rest of you, clapping his hands together. "Alright assholes, you heard the man! Gear up and get to work!"
Craig rolled his eyes, fighting the urge to flip Cartman off. "I'm only doing this because I need the money."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Cartman waved him off. "Now let's get moving! Time is money!"
As you all started gathering your 'equipment', you exchanged a glance with Tweek, who was fidgeting nervously.
"Come on, I'm sure it's fine." You cut through the silence, making Tweek flinch.
"Y-Yeah, I'm sure it's alright... But this place gives me goosebumps..." He replied, his voice shaky as his eyes darted everywhere.
"We can use Cartman as a shield." You shrugged, looking over your shoulder to see Cartman shouting at everyone.
Tweek chuckled, his shoulder relaxing a bit. "I-If it's an actual ghost, I'm running back to the van and leaving without the rest of you."
"You're leaving me behind?" You raised your brows, gasping dramatically.
"I'll take you with me." Tweek shrugged, the corners of his lips tugging upwards and forming a shy smile.
You could feel your pulse quickening, but you chose to ignore the feeling and hurry up, since Cartman was already fuming.
...
The old woman held the door open as you all stumbled inside, the creak of the heavy wooden door echoing around the mansion. The interior of the DeLacroix mansion was just as massive as the exterior, if not more so. A huge chandelier hung from the high ceiling, its crystals catching the light from the several candles on numerous shelves. The walls were lined with dark wood, and a thick red rug stretched across the polished floor. Everything about the place screamed wealth, but there was something... Off about it.
You couldn't put your finger on it. Maybe it was the faint mouldy smell, or the way the shadows seemed to stretch a little too far.
"Well..." The old woman started, folding her hands in front of her. "We'll let you get to it. My husband and I will be in the kitchen if you need anything."
"Tea." The old man added, narrowing his eyes as they scanned over the group once more. "We'll be making tea. And don't think for a second we won't notice if something goes missing."
"Sir." Cartman started, putting a hand to his chest. "I'll have you know that we run a very professional operation. Stealing? That's beneath us."
"Uh-huh." The old man replied, his tone still doubtful as he ran his eyes across you all with a suspicious look. He turned to his wife. "Come on, let's leave them to it before I change my mind."
As the couple disappeared down the hall, Cartman turned back to you all, his fake professional demeanor dropping in an instant. "Alright, listen up fuckers. Rule number one, nobody wanders off alone. Got it?"
"What are we, five?" Craig raised an eyebrow.
"No!" Cartman snapped. "But you all have the attention span of toddlers, and I'm not gonna lose my $200 payday because one of you morons gets lost or spooked and runs screaming out the door."
"Oh, please. Nobody here actually believes in ghosts. Right?" Kyle crossed his arms.
"I don't know, dude. Places like these always have weird vibes." Kenny shrugged.
Tweek shivered, glancing around nervously. "I mean... It's just a house, right? A really big, creepy, probably haunted house, but still... Just a house."
"Exactly." You cut in, offering him a reassuring look. "There's nothing to be scared of."
Before anyone could respond, a loud SLAM echoed through the mansion. The sound came from the second floor, sharp and intentional, like someone had thrown a door shut with all their strength.
Everyone froze, exchanging uneasy glances.
"Uh... What was that?" Stan asked, his voice low.
Cartman let out a nervous laugh. "Probably the wind. Or, you know, old houses make weird noises all the time!"
"Yeah, sure." Kyle muttered. "Because the wind totally sounds like a fucking door being slammed shut."
"Great plan, genius." Craig interrupted, looking at Cartman. "Let's all just split up already and investigate the creepy murder mansion."
"We're not splitting up!" Cartman snapped. "Were you not listening five seconds ago? We stick together and do this room by room. Now shut up and follow my lead."
"Your lead?" Kyle scoffed. "Oh, this is gonna be good."
"Would you just shut your damn Jew mouth and grab your flashlight?" Cartman shot back, ready stomping toward the huge staircase.
As the rest of you followed, the harsh silence of the mansion seemed to press in from all sides. The only sounds were the creak of the floorboard beneath your feet and the occasional drip of water from God knows where.
You glanced at Tweek, who was clutching his flashlight as if his life depended on it. "You look scared. Are you okay?"
"Yeah!" He replied, his voice toi high pitched to be convincing. "Totally fine. Just, uh... Keeping an eye out for... Y-You know, ghost stuff..."
"You sound just like Cartman." You pointed out, which made Tweek shoot you a glare.
"Don't compare me to that fatass." He mumbled under his breath.
"Yeah, I probably shouldn't." You shrugged, continuing to step beside him.
Tweek's eyes darted around, examining the place. "That slam... It was definitely the wind..." His hands trembled as his grip tightened on his flashlight.
You couldn't help but smile at his attempt to convince himself. "Right. The wind. Because the wind definitely has the power to slam a door with enough force to rattle the whole house."
Tweek groaned, running a hand through his hair and fighting the urge to pull on it. "Okay, fine, i-it was weird. But it's probably nothing. Probably..."
"Exactly." You agreed, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "No need to panic. Not yet, anyway."
As you reached the top of the stairs, Cartman stopped abruptly, causing everyone to nearly collide into each other.
"Alright." Cartman started, pointing toward the hallway ahead. "Here's the plan, we check each room, starting from the left, and work our way down. Got it?"
"Who died and made you boss?" Stan muttered.
"My superior intellect did!" Cartman shot back. "Now shut up and start looking."
The first few rooms were uneventful. A guest bedroom with dusty furniture, a study filled with old books and strange ornaments and a bathroom with a cracked mirror. Everything looked like it hadn't been touched in years, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
"See?" Kyle said as he gestured to the very normal surroundings. "Nothing spooky. Just a big, creepy old house."
"Yeah, because ghosts totally introduce themselves on the first time." Kenny teased.
As you passed what appeared to be another bedroom, something on the nightstand caught your eye. It was a small, golden music box. You almost entered the room, sitting right by the door. You wanted to reach out and touch it, but before you could even fully step inside, Cartman's voice cut through.
"Don't touch anything!" He barked, making you jump.
"What? Why not?" You questioned, turning to glare at him, stepping away from the door.
"Because." He started, puffing out his chest. "This is a delicate operation. We can't have you breaking stuff and getting us kicked out before we get paid."
"Or..." Craig interrupted. "Maybe he's just scared you'll unleash a ghost or something."
"Shut up, crooked teeth!" Cartman shot him a dirty look.
"I had braces you fucking fatass." Craig shouted, yet somehow his voice was still monotone.
"Well maybe you should consider getting them again!"
Before anyone could argue further, another door slammed somewhere in the house, but this time it was much closer.
"Okay, that's it!" Tweek spoke up, his voice shaking. "I don't care i-if it's the wind or a fucking ghost, I-I don't like this!"
"Relax." You replied, trying to sound calm even if your pulse quickened. "It's probably just... I don't know, the house settling or something."
"Sure." Kyle interrupted sarcastically. "Because houses totally 'settle' by slamming door randomly."
Cartman turned to the group, his face slightly pale but his voice firm. "Alright, new rule, nobody touches anything unless I say so. Got it?"
"Just lead us to the next boring room so we can get this over with." Craig rolled his eyes.
As Cartman reluctantly led the group out of the bedroom, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching you.
.
.
You all stood in the barely lit hallway of the second floor, the air heavy with the scent of old wood and dust. The mansion's silence was brutal, broken only by the faint creaks and groans of the house settling. Several doors lined the hall, their chipped paint adding to the unsettling vibe.
Cartman pointed to the nearest door, puffing out his chest like he was a drill sergeant. "Alright pussies, we're hitting this room next. Be ready for anything."
"Yeah, like the world's most haunted dust collection. Can we just get this over with?" Kyle sighed, crossing his arms.
"Don't be such a fucking buzz kill!" Cartman snapped. "This is serious business."
Before anyone could respond, a faint whispering sound drifted through the hallway.
"D-Do you guys h-hear that...?" Tweek asked, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes darted around, his grip tightened on his flashlight.
"Stop messing around." Kyle glared at Cartman, his tome stern. "It's obviously you trying to scare everyone."
"Me?!" Cartman yelled out, clearly offended. "I'm not wasting my energy on scaring you losers. I've got $200 on the line here!"
The whispering grew louder, clearer nos, although the words were impossible to make out. It was like a dozen voices overlapping, murmuring in a language none of them recognized.
"Okay, who's doing that?" Stan asked, his voice shaky. He glanced over his shoulder, his flashlight beam darting across the empty hallway.
"It's not me." Kenny said as he stepped closer to the rest of you. "That's creepy as hell..."
"Very funny, Cartman." Kyle pinched the bridge of his nose, his voice sounding irritated. "You can cut it out now."
"For the last time, it's not me!" Cartman practically hissed.
The whispering came to a sudden stop, leaving a sinister silence in its place.
"See?" Craig broke the silence flatly, flipping Cartman off. "This is why I don't do this stupid ghost hunting crap. It's always the handsome guy who gets killed first in horror movies."
"Oh, please." Clyde interrupted, his voice slightly trembling. "If anyone's dying first, it's probably me. I'm the perfect victim for a true crime documentary."
"Shut up, Clyde!" Cartman shouted, but his voice sounded nervous.
Before anyone could laugh or argue, the overhead lights flickered once, twice, and then went out completely.
"Holy shit!" Tweek yelped, grabbing onto your arm.
"What the hell just happened?" Kyle asked, his voice tense.
The hallway was swallowed by darkness, the only source of light coming from the faint beam of your flashlights. Then came the sound of floorboards creaking, slow and careful, as if someone or something was walking toward you.
"Who's there?" Stan called out, his voice cracking.
No one answered, but the sound grew louder and closer. Then, soft singing began to echo through the hallway.
It was a woman's voice, melodic and haunting, the kind of sound that made your stomach drop and skin crawl. The song was low, the words incoherent but the tone sorrowful.
"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God..." Tweek muttered under his breath, his nails digging into your arm.
You tried to say something reassuring, but the words stuck in your throat. Your flashlight beam darted around the hallway, revealing nothing but empty space.
"This... Isn't funny." Kenny spoke up, his usual tone replaced by genuine fear.
"Okay, everyone stay calm." Cartman said, trying to sound reassuring and professional but failing miserably. "It's just... It's probably just... Uh..."
"Yeah, fatass." Kyle snapped. "What's your brilliant explanation for this one?"
Before Cartman could answer, the singing stopped as suddenly as if had started, and the lights flickered back on.
You all stood frozen, your breaths coming out in short, shaky gasps.
"What the actual hell was that?" Stan asked, running a hand through his hair.
"I don't know." You admitted, voice barely above a whisper.
"I'll tell you what it was." Cartman straightened up, trying to regain his composure. "It was nothing. You guys are just freaking yourselves out for no reason."
"Nothing?" Kyle repeated, his eyes wide. "The lights went out, we heard footsteps and singing, and you're calling that nothing?"
"Yeah." Cartman nodded, crossing his arms. "Because ghosts aren't real. And even if they were, they're not screwing up my $200 payday. So, suck it up and get back to work!"
"Screw this." Craig cut in sharply, turning toward the stairs. "I'm out. I've seen enough movies to know where this is going, and I'm not sticking around to be ghost bait."
"Oh, great idea, Craig." Cartman scowled. "Run off and leave the rest of us to deal with it."
"You're acting like I care." Craig replied, flipping Cartman off again. "Have fun getting haunted."
"Wait for me!" Clyde rushed by Craig's side. "I am not dying in some cursed mansion. Do you know how many unsolved mystery podcasts start like this?"
"Come on, we can't just bail. We don't even know what's going on yet." You tried to convince them, voice shaky. If you were honest, you were only doing that so you could push them into whatever's chasing you, just to buy you time.
"Exactly!" Cartman pointed at you. "Finally, someone with some common sense!"
Tweek glanced at you, his voice barely above a whisper. "You really think we should stay?"
You hesitated for a moment before nodding, even if you weren't entirely sure yourself.
‘ They can probably run faster than you... At least there's Cartman. ’
"We've come this far. We might as well see it through." You shrugged, hoping they'd listen.
Stan sighed, his eyes narrowing. "Fine. But if another light goes out, I'm seriously done."
Kyle gave you a long look, his expression unreadable. "You sure about this?"
No, you weren't sure. Not at all. But you forced yourself to nod. "Yeah. Let's keep going."
Cartman clapped his hands together, a fake grin plastered on his face. "See? Teamwork makes the dream work! Now let's move it assholes!"
As you all reluctantly followed Cartman further down the hallway, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching you.
And whatever it was, it didn't feel friendly.
.
.
You all lazily stood in the hallway for a moment longer, still shook after the sinister singing and flickering lights. The harsh silence of the house pressed down on you, and even Cartman's usual ramble seemed muted.
Stan broke the silence with a half hearted chuckle. "Okay, seriously, what kind of ghost sings? Is this like... Phantom of the Opera?"
"Yeah, maybe she's just auditioning for Broadway." Kenny snorted.
Cartman rolled his eyes. "Yeah, laugh it up, you pussies. Meanwhile, I'm trying to stay professional so we can get paid."
"Professional?" Craig repeated, his monotone voice dripping with sarcasm. "You've been sweating like shit and yelling at everyone since we got here."
"Shut the fuck up!" Cartman snapped. "Not everyone can be a soulless robot like you!"
Craig gave him the middle finger without even looking, his gaze fixed on the cracked ceiling. "Whatever."
Tweek tugged at the collar of his shirt, his shoulders tense. "Can we just move on? Standing in the hallway is making my skin crawl."
"Yeah." You agreed, glancing toward one of the nearby bedroom doors. "Let's check that one out. Maybe we'll find something useful."
"Or maybe we'll find more dust and spiders." Kyle muttered, though he followed you toward the door.
You all walked into the room cautiously, you flashlights darting across the space. It was a large bedroom, clearly once belonging to someone with expensive taste. The bed was massive, covered in faded sheets, the walls lined with mirrors. A heavy wardrobe stood in one corner, its doors slightly opened, a layer of dust coating every surface.
"This is... Creepy." Kenny whispered, shining his light on one of the dusty mirrors.
"Yeah, no thanks." Stan added. "This place screams tetanus."
Clyde, who has been quiet all this time, suddenly let out a blood curdling scream.
"What?!" Cartman shouted, spinning around.
"There's something on me! There's something on me!" Clyde screeched, flailing his arms wildly.
A large spider crawled up his sleeve, its legs moving across the fabric. Clyde's face went pale as he bolted across the room, swatting at himself like he was actually possessed.
"Get it off! Get it off!" He cried out.
"Dude, stop moving!" Stan yelled, trying to grab his arm.
"Hold still, idiot!" You added, but Clyde wasn't listening.
He stumbled into the wardrobe, rattling it loudly and sending a cloud of dust into the air. The spider, unfazed by the commotion, crawled onto Clyde's shoulder.
"Oh my God, it's still there!" Clyde whined, spinning in circles.
Kenny stepped forward, holding his flashlight like a weapon. "Calm down, I'll get it!"
Before anyone could do anything else, Clyde smacked his own shoulder with enough force to knock the spider to the ground. It ran away quickly, disappearing under the bed.
"There!" Clyde gasped, attempting to calm himself down as he clutched his chest. "It's gone! It's gone!"
"You're such a baby." Cartman smirked. "It was just a spider."
"Yeah, well I didn't see you rushing to help." Clyde shot back, his face still pale.
"Wait." You interrupted, pointing toward the door. "Did anyone else hear that?"
The room fell silent, everyone going quiet to listen. The it came, a faint creak, followed by the sound of the bedroom door slamming shut.
"Holy shit!" Tweek yelped, his eyes wide.
Kenny ran to the door, twisting the knob. "It's not locked." He let out a breath of relief. "But what the hell shut it?"
"Maybe the wind?" Stan sugested, though he didn't sound convinced.
"Yeah, definitely." Craig rolled his eyes, leaning on the wall with his hands shoved in his pockets. "The wind. In a house with no open windows. Makes total sense."
"Okay Mr. Unfazed, then what's your brilliant explanation?" Cartman snapped.
"Ghosts." Craig answered flatly. "Obviously."
"Ghosts aren't real." Kyle sighed, knowing damn well that he was just trying to calm himself down. "We've been over this."
"Then why are you sweating?" Craig shot back, a rare smirk on his face.
Kyle glared at him, but didn't respond.
"Can we please just investigate and get out of here?" You spoke up, breaking the tension.
The group hesitantly agreed, spreading around to search the room. Cartman stayed near the door, muttering to himself about 'stupid amateurs ruining his paycheck', while the rest of you examined the furniture and walls.
As you ran your flashlight along the far wall, you heard a faint knocking sound.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
You froze, your breath catching in your throat.
"Did you guys hear that?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
"Hear what?" Stan asked, looking up from the dresser he was investigating.
The knocking came again, this time louder.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
"It's coming from the next room." Tweek noted, his voice trembling.
"Great." Clyde muttered. "More creepy noises. Just what we needed..."
Then, faint but unmistakable, came the sound of singing.
It was the same voice from before, soft and melodic, the kind of sound that made you shiver.
"Okay, nope." Clyde shook his head, backing toward the door. "I'm officially done. Screw this!"
"You're not leaving!" Cartman snapped, blocking the exit. "I don't care how scared you are. We're staying until we figure this out."
"Easy for you to say." Stan muttered. "You get to stay far away from the sound. You're not the one who has to listen to this creepy ass singing!"
You all fell silent again, the singing growing louder. It seemed to echo through the walls, wrapping around you like a cold but invisible hand.
"Alright..." Kyle broke the silence, his shoulders tense. "Let's just finish checking this room and move on. The faster we're done, the faster we can leave."
You nodded, though your hands were shaking slightly. You continued your search, but the tension in the room was evident and uneasy, every creak and whisper sending chills down your spine.
The hallway leading to the next room seemed suspiciously quiet, almost as of the house itself was holding its breath. You all hesitated in front of the door, your flashlights waving around.
"This is the last door on this side." You broke the silence. "Let's get this over with."
Cartman groaned, stepping forward with exaggerated confidence. "Step aside, amateurs. Watch the professional work."
He grabbed the doorknob and twisted, but the door didn't budge. "What the hell?" He grunted, twisting it harder. "It's stuck!"
"Maybe it's locked." Stan suggested, leaning closer.
"It's not locked!" Cartman snapped. "It's just being a piece of shit!"
"Let me try." Kenny offered, stepping forward. Together, the two of them pushed and pulled on the door, but it refused to give.
"Move." Craig warned, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. He gave the door a single hard kick, and with a loud creak, it swung open, revealing a barely lit room.
"Damn." You whispered, biting your bottom lip for a quick second as Craig just raised an eyebrow at you.
"Remind me not to get on your bad side." Clyde muttered.
Craig shrugged, his flashlight scanning the room. "You'd have to actually interest me for that to happen."
The rest of you stepped inside cautiously, your flashlights lighting up the room, revealing dust covered furniture and faded wallpaper. The room was large but cluttered, with a table, a tall wardrobe, and a canopy bed draped in pretty curtains. What caught everyone's attention, however, were the framed photos scattered across the room.
"Whoa..." You whispered, picking one of the many pictures up from a shelf. The photo was black and white, the edges yellowed with age.
The woman in the picture looked elegant, her hazel eyes shining even through the faded photograph. A small mole under her left eye added a touch of uniqueness to her already stunning features, and her smile was warm and inviting.
"Is that her?" Tweek asked, leaning over your shoulder to get a better look. "The ghost?"
"Probably." Kyle shrugged, picking up another photo from another shelf. "She looks... Different than what I expected."
"Yeah." Stan agreed. "Not your typical creely ghost lady."
"Don't let the pictures fool you." Kenny informed, smirking. "The nice ones are always the scariest."
Cartman snorted, shoving past everyone to examine the photos himself. "You bitches are so easily impressed. It's just a bunch of old pictures. Big deal."
As if on cue, a soft melody began playing from the corner of the room. Everyone froze in their spot.
"What the hell is that?" Clyde whispered, his voice trembling.
You turned toward the source of the sound, your flashlight landing on a small, golden box sitting on the nightstand. The same one you so badly wanted to touch earlier. Its lid was open, revealing a delicate ballerina figure spinning slowly to the tune.
"Nope." You sighed immediately, shaking your head. "I am not doing this."
Before anyone could stop you, you marched over to the music box and snapped the lid shut. The melody stopped abruptly, leaving the room silent.
"[Y/N]..." Kyle started, his tone cautious and soft. "Maybe you shouldn't-"
The lights went out.
A harmonized gasp filled the room, followed by the sound of stumbling feet and hurried whispers.
"Who turned off the lights?" Cartman demanded, his voice high pitched with panic.
"No one!" Stan hissed. "Just stay calm-"
A blood curdling scream tore through the darkness, so loud and piercing that it felt like it was coming from inside your own head.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" Clyde screamed, practically climbing onto Kenny for protection.
The floorboard beneath you groaned, the heavy and slow footsteps closer. Then came the banging, loud, frantic and relentless, echoing through and off the walls as if the entire house was alive.
"Get me out of here!" Tweek shouted, his voice cracking as he clung to the nearest person, which happened to be you.
"I can't see anything!" Kyle yelled, his flashlight flickering wildly in his hands.
"Move bitches, move your fucking asses!" Cartman screamed, his usual confidence and braveness completely gone.
Just as suddenly as it had started, the chaos stopped. The lights flickered back on as everyone stood frozen, your breaths coming out in ragged gasps.
"Is everyone okay?" Stan asked, his voice shaking.
"I think so..." You mumbled, your hands trembling. "But what the hell was that?"
"Uh... Guys..." Kenny trailed off, his voice unusually serious. "Look at the mirrors."
You turned slowly, your heart thumping in your chest as you took in the sight. Every mirror in the room was cracked, crazy and uneven lines scattered across their surface.
And then you saw her.
She stood near the music box, her once beautiful face twisted into an expression of pure rage. Her white dress was stained with dirt, her hair a tangled mess that hung over her milky white eyes. The pearl necklace from the photos was now dangling loosely around her neck, cracked in several places.
No one spoke. No one even dared to move.
The ghost's gaze scanned over each one of you, her presence suffocating and cold.
"Oh shit..." Clyde whispered, his voice barely audible.
Cartman, of all people, was the fist to completely break the silence. He pointed an accusing finger at you.
"[Y/N], you dumb bitch!" He shouted. "I told you not to touch anything!"
...
Cartman took a cautious step forward, his flashlight flickering as he raised it toward her ghostly figure. His confidence was shaky at best, but he puffed out his chest in a pitiful attempt to seem in control.
"Alright, listen up, you decrepit old hag!" He barked, his voice cracking slightly. "I don't know who you are, but you're messing with licensed professionals here!"
She didn't react, her sinsiter and unblinking gaze fixed on them.
"Cartman, shut up!" Kyle hissed, gripping his flashlight tightly.
"No, no, I've got this!" Cartman insisted, waving a hand dismissively. He turned back to the ghost, narrowing his eyes. "You think you're scary? I've seen scarier things come out of Kenny's microwave! You look like you crawled out of a sewer and then got hit by a truck! What are you, part of the teenage mutant turtles?!"
The lights flickered violently, the room growing colder and more suffocating with each passing second. The ghost's head tilted slightly, her form trembling as if she was barely holding back her anger.
"Dude, stop!" Stan warned, his voice tense.
But Cartman was on a roll. "Oh, what's the matter? Did your ugly little music box break? Is that why you're so pissed off? Newsflash lady, nobody even uses music boxes anymore. Get with the times!"
As he spat out insult after insult, you noticed something. The ghost wasn't moving closer to Cartman despite her obvious anger. Instead, her transparent form seemed to stand close to the music box sitting on the nightstand.
"Wait..." Stan muttered under his breath, his brows furrowed together. "It's the music box, she's guarding it!"
You blinked, glancing between Stan and the ghost. "You think that's what's keeping her there?"
"She's not moving away from the music box, no matter how much Cartman screams at her." Stan whispered. "It has to mean something..."
"Cartman, keep her distracted!" Stan suddenly called out, his mind racing as he pieced together a plan.
Cartman turned, looking both insulted and confused. "Distracted? I'm trying to banish her, dipshit! Do you know how much skill that takes?!"
"Just do it!" Stan snapped.
Cartman huffed but turned back to the ghost. "Oh, so now you're just gonna stare at me like some creepy doll? You think that's intimidating? I've seen scarier things in the mirror every morning! Wait, that doesn't sound right..."
While Cartman continued judging her, Stan crept toward the music box, moving as quietly as he could. The rest of you held your breath, your eyes darting between Stan and the ghost. Her gaze remained locked on Cartman, though her form flickered as if sensing Stand presence near the box.
"Just grab it already!" Clyde whispered harshly.
Stan's hands shook as he reached for the music box. His fingers barely grazed the lid when all of the sudden the ghost's head snapped toward him, her milky white eyes narrowing.
"Shit." Stan gasped, making eye contact with the ghost as he froze completely. "Run!" He shouted, yanking the music box off the nightstand.
The ghost let out another blood curdling scream, the sound so loud and piercing it felt like it was drilling into your skull. The lights flickered wildly, sending the room into bursts of darkness and light.
"Move, bitch!" You yelled, grabbing Clyde's arm and shoving him toward the door.
You all bolted out of the room in a frantic scramble, tripping over each other as you sprinted down the hallway. The walls seemed to shake with the ghost's rage, her screams echoing behind you.
"She's following us!" Tweek cried out, his voice trembling as he clung to you arm.
"Don't look back!" Stan yelled, clutching the music box tightly as he led the rest of you down the stairs.
You all rushed into the hall, nearly knocking over a decorative vase. The kitchen door creaked open slightly, and for a split second, you caught a glimpse of the old couple sipping tea at the table, unaware of the chaos unfolding just a few feet away.
"We're gonna die, and they're drinking fucking tea!" Clyde whined, almost tripping over the rug.
"Shut up and keep running!" Kyle snapped, shoving him toward the front doors.
You all burst into the garden, the cool night air hitting your face like a splash of water. Your eyes darted around wildly, taking in the small graveyard sat at the edge of the property.
"Her grave!" Stan panted, doubling over as he tried to catch his breath. "We need to find her grave!"
The rest of you stared at the rows of headstones, the glow of the moon softly shining on them.
"There's too many of them!" Clyde cried. "We don't even know her name! How are we supposed to-"
"There!" Stan pointed to a headstone near the center, the name 'Mary DeLacroix' carved into the stone. "I saw her name on an open notebook, on the table [Y/N] found the first photo! At least I think that's her!" He panted, barely breathing.
He took a step forward but hesitated, his hands shaking as he held out the music box.
"I can't do it..." He admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I-I'll mess it up!"
Stan didn't think, he just threw the music box into your arms. There wasn't much you could say, especially because of the state you were in. You quickly bolted toward Mary's grave.
"Wait, you can't just-" Tweek shouted after you, panicking as he saw you complying instead of throwing the music box into someone else's hands.
The tiny metal gate surrounding the graveyard clattered as you jumped over it, the music box clutched tightly in your hands. Behind you, Mary's screams grew louder, her ghostly form tearing through the garden.
Your heart pounded in your chest as you reached her grave, nearly tripping over your own feet. Dropping to your knees, you placed the music box gently on top of the headstone, your breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Please work..." You whispered, your voice trembling. "If it doesn't, I swear I'll posses Stan and jump off a bridge..."
You turned around, seeing Mary's form exactly in front of you, inches away from you, her once beautiful face twisted with rage. Her hands were raised as if she was about to strike, but the miment her eyes landed on the music box, she froze. You swore you've seen this sight in a FNAF game before.
The air around you grew still, the harsh weight of her presence lifting slightly. Mary's angry expression softened, her ghostly form flickering as she reached out toward the music box.
Her fingers grazed it lightly. "Thank you..." She whispered, her voice barely audible.
Before you could respond, her form began to disintegrate, her body breaking apart into specks of light that drifted upward like fireflies. The garden grew silent once more, the only sound being the rustling leaves in the night breeze.
Your shoulders relaxed a bit, still sitting down on the grass, your hands trembling as you tried to catch your breath.
The rest of the group rushed over, their faces a mix of relief and awe.
"Holy shit!" Kyle panted, helping you to your feet. "You actually did it!"
"Damn right she did." Kenny teased, smacking you on the back playfully.
"Nice work..." Tweek added, giving you a shy smile.
Cartman, of course, had to ruin the moment. "Yeah, yeah, great job [Y/N]. But let's not forget who kept that bitch distracted in the first place. If it weren't for me, you'd all be dead!"
Craig flipped him off. "You're welcome, fatass."
Clyde let out a shaky laugh, his hands still trembling. "We're never doing this again, right? Right?"
"Don't bet on it." Kyle muttered, glancing back at the house as he kept his hand on your shoulder.
For the first time that night, you allowed yourself to relax, a small smile tugging at your lips. Mary was gone, and for now, you were safe.
...
You all walked back to the mansion, adrenaline slowly giving away to exhaustion. Tweek clung to you, his eyes darting around nervousness as if expecting Mary to reappear at any moment.
"Holy shit..." Clyde muttered, breaking the silence. "We just... Banished a ghost. Like, an actual, real ghost."
Kyle let out a shaky breath, running a hand down his face. "Yeah, and I'm still trying to process how any of this is real. Ghosts aren't supposed to exist."
"Guess what, Kyle?" Cartman started, his voice smug as he spun around to face the rest of you. "We're officially professional ghost hunters now. You all doubted me, but I just led us through a successful exorcism. So, you're welcome!"
"You didn't do shit." Stan shot back. "All you did was piss her off."
"And distract her!" Cartman added, puffing his chest out. "You think she'd have stood there like an idiot if I wasn't verbally destroying her? Face it, Stan, you're just mad because I'm the brains if this operation."
"Brains?" Craig repeated, raising an eyebrow. "I'd argue you're the ass of this operation." Kenny snickered and nudged Craig's shoulder.
Cartman ignored them, waving a dismissive hand as he marched ahead. "You losers can make all the jokes you want, but when people hear about our success, we're gonna be rolling in cash. And you'll all owe it to me!"
Tweek let out a nervous chuckle. "I still can't believe any of t-this. Like... Ghosts? R-Real ghosts?" He glanced at you, his eyes wide. "Did you hear her say 'thank you' at the end? Or was I just hallucinating?"
"I heard it too. She seemed... Less scary in the end. Almost peaceful." You shrugged, offering him a small smile.
"Nah, I think you're both just schizophrenic." Cartman interrupted.
"Peaceful?" Clyde repeated, his voice still shaky. "She was about to kill us five minutes ago!"
"Yeah, well, maybe that's because Cartman kept calling her Master Splinter or something." You shot back with a grin.
"It was the teenage mutant ninja turtles you fucking bitch! Get it right next time!" Cartman snapped.
He spun on his heel, pointing an accusing finger at you. "And don't act like you didn't touch the music box! If anything, this is all your fault!"
"Yeah, yeah." You rolled your eyes. "And who was it that ran straight to her grave and banished her? Oh, right, me."
The tension eased slightly as the mansion came into view. The warm glow of the windows was oddly comforting after the chilling events that had just happened moments ago.
As you stepped inside, the old couple was waiting in the hall, their expressions curious but calm.
"Ah, you're back!" The old woman clasped her hands together. "We were wondering if you left already."
"Left?" Kyle repeated, his eyes wide and voice surprised. "How did you not hear what was happening out there? The screaming? The running? The lights flickering?"
The old man raised an eyebrow, his face wrinkling into a suspicious frown. "Screaming? Flickering lights? What are you talking about?"
Cartman groaned, slapping his forehead. "Of course you didn't hear it. You were too busy sipping tea while we were out there risking our lives!"
The old woman's expression softened, her gaze darting between you all. "Well, whatever happened, it seems you even managed to get rid of her. The house feels... Lighter now. Thank you."
She reached into her purse and pulled out a small envelope. "Here's the other $100 we agreed on. And..." She hesitated, glancing at her husband, who nodded reluctantly. "Here's an extra $50 for your trouble. You've truly done us service."
Cartman snatched the envelope before anyone else could, grinning ear to ear. "See? I told you we'd get paid! This is what happens when you follow my lead."
"Dude, you did nothing." Stan crossed his arms.
"Nothing? Nothing?!" Cartman barked, waving the envelope in Stan's face. "Who do you think convinced them to pay us extra? My charisma! My leadership! My-"
"Your massive ego?" Craig interrupted.
"That too." Kenny added with a snicker.
The old couple exchanged a glance, clearly unsure of what to make of your group. "Well..." The old man cleared his throat. "We'll leave you to it. Thank you again for your help."
As they disappeared into the kitchen, Cartman turned to the rest of you, his grin widening. "You guys realize what this means, right? We're gonna be rich. This ghost hunting gig is our ticket to the big league!"
"I don't know if I'd call almost dying a gig." You sighed, shaking your head.
You pushed the heavy wooden doors open, walking outside as the cold night air hit your skin once more. The rest of the group followed along, walking back to your van.
"But it was kinda fun." Clyde admitted, a small smile forming onto his face. "I mean, terrifying, but... Fun?"
"Exactly!" Cartman exclaimed. "This is just the beginning. We're gonna take this town by storm! Ghosts, demons, you name it, we'll hunt it!"
"Please don't tell me you're serious." Kyle groaned.
"Dead serious." Cartman replied bluntly, his expression even more stern now.
Kenny leaned against the side of the van, his hands shoved into his pockets. "So, uh... Raisins?"
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larvasmoon · 2 days ago
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WIP Thursday
Thank you for the tag @roguishcat ❤️ your wip was absolutely amazing, I can't wait to read more!!
I'm still writing the next chapter of Portrait of the pale elf, it's taking me forever to finish it, but I'm almost there. It should come out very soon!
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No pressure tags: @anacdoce @karinamay @pinkberrytea @bardic-inspo @davenswitcher @wobblyweasels
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starlight-eclipsed · 3 months ago
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The room is empty. The bed untouched. The window, tauntingly, is wide open.
Art for chapter 21 of A Dark Among the Lights by LuckyLectio on AO3! You all know the drill--go check it out if you haven't already ^-^
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ell-arts · 4 months ago
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Background teaser for the next chapter's artwork ;)
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yourfriendlyenby · 2 days ago
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KJAKLDLKSAJADL ????
This is so cute omg
Yes that will be Akechi and Light's dynamic up until a certain point. What shall be the point where the dynamic changes? who knows (says the author)
It's ok you two, sometimes you fall for a murderer with too many masks to maintain the image of the Perfect Child who makes you feel like you were born in this world just to meet them, it happens to the best of us
For the record, Akira does NOT use 5 in 1 shampoo he actually uses separate shampoo and conditioner, L's the only freak in that regard since he's all about efficiency
L is definitely not here to make friends however he was doomed the moment I put the tag 'Found Family' in the fic
Ahhhh you have no idea how happy this makes me, I saw the comment while I was writing some future chapters and now can't wait to post the next one >:D
Have some Death Note & Persona 5 sketches based on What Happens when a Detective, a Mass Murderer, an Assassin and a Thief Time Travel? Amazing fic go read it y'all
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Close ups + words in case my handwriting is unreadable
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This is their dynamic to me
Light: "This is my friend Goro, he's very cute and sad. Pity him."
Adult: "awww, widdle guy"
Light: "I fucking hate you"
Goro: "never call me Goro again"
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Dead boyfriend club
L: "I miss my mass-murderer husband"
Akira: "same"
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Tortured by their boyfriends' naturally perfect hair
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Ok but imagine if Akira wasn't sent back in time
L: "I'm going to Japan to find a child I doxxed"
Watari: 'ah yes, he's making friends'
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lescarbille · 8 months ago
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Je t'aime l'été | Landoscar | Summer love AU
Lando needs a break. Lando needs a break from the heavy chaos of light and fame his life has become. His friend Charles suggests that he come on vacation to the Leclerc old country house in the south of France; there is no network or anyone likely to recognize him. Only them, George, Alex, his little brother Arthur and his friends. Lando thought it would just be two weeks of peace between wheat fields, in the shade of olive trees. He doesn't expect to fall in love, again, with a boy who only avoids him.
release on ao3 sunday
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reescrever-as-estrelas · 6 months ago
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- Look At Me: Chapter 16 (fanfic) by @writingwife-83
⚔️🛡️⚔️🛡️⚔️🛡️ SPOILER ALERT 🛡️⚔️🛡️⚔️🛡️⚔️
“Ben!” Rey cried out, wasting no time in rushing to where he lay. She lifted him a bit, cradling him in her lap as he blinked up at her with shallow breathing.
“Rey? Rey, are you alright?” He touched the arm of her gown which was soaked in blood.
“That is nothing!” she replied dismissively. “It is you I fear for.���
Ben shook his head. “No, no. There’s nothing to fear now. I swear it.” He winced even as he reassured her.
“But the signal on the tower!” Rey suddenly remembered. “He was sending soldiers to Theed!”
“We intercepted the signal.”
“What?”
“I knew,” he wheezed, giving her a little smirk. “Thanks to Sir Finn, I knew you had done something dangerous and selfless, for the sake of our family. I sent some of our men back to Theed before we attacked. And we removed any soldiers on the towers as soon as we made it through the castle walls.”
Tears flowed anew as Rey leaned down, weeping across her husband’s chest. “Can you ever forgive me? I’ve brought nothing but pain and danger to you and your-”
Ben caught the back of her neck, pulling her down and crashing her lips into his, kissing her far more passionately than a man in his condition should have been able to. She was rendered speechless when they separated.
“I don’t ever want to hear you ask for forgiveness again,” he murmured. “I have everything right here. Everything I prayed for. You’re safe, our people will be safe, and soon you’ll be back with my mother.”
“We both will,” Rey corrected, angry at the tremor in her voice.
Ben reached up, his hand caressing her face as his eyes fluttered a little. “It’s alright, sweetheart. It’s going to- to be alright.”
“Ben?” She clasped his hand tight before it dropped. “Ben, look at me!”
He did as she commanded, but only for a moment, his lids appearing heavy again almost instantly. 
“We’ve got to go,” Rey urged him. “I can help you.”
Ben didn’t respond, as if he didn’t even hear her, smiling up at her instead. And then his eyes shut completely, head dropping to the side.
“Ben?” Panic flooded her. “Ben?! Ben!” 
Rey called to him, shook him, screamed and wept until it echoed through the wall of that cursed castle, but Ben remained still. 
She’d become a Queen that day. An entire Kingdom and land was hers. She’d ridded the land of a tyrant, and ensured the safety of hundreds. But none of that mattered to her one bit, not without him. Rey felt helpless, broken, with nothing to do but cradle her soulmate against her chest, wishing for nothing more but to be with him, wherever he was. 
How else could she ever be whole?
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fandumbass · 2 months ago
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Poor diller
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AHHHH YOU'VE DONE IT AGAIN!!!!!!! AAAAAAA THANK YOU THANK YOU YALL SPOIL ME FR!!!!!!!
ohhhhhhh pink hair reader................ save me pink hair reader......
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nostalgia-tblr · 3 months ago
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What do English people call a close? You know, the stairwell bit where all the flats are in a tenement? If you go to visit someone at their flat, what do you call the bit where you wait for them to answer their door? That communal stairs… area?
("Modern AUs don't require research" MAYBE IF YOU'RE ENGLISH THEY DON'T 😭)
#no i can't google it that just gets me “word that mean the same as close: near; next-to; intimate” and so on#godddd it was bad enough to be reminded that they don't call juice 'juice' wasn't it#i think i should try to cut a chapter or two from my outline - at this rate when i finish 12 chapters there'll be 3 readers left for it 💀#but the POV alternates which complicates cutting whole chapters out. hrm.#...wait there's no rule that says you can only post one part at a time is there? i could do it in sets of 3 or something couldn't it?#and that way nobody's forced to wait a week or whatever for the crucial Actually They Are Scamming Each Other reveal at the start#also i am starting to rethink the 'finish it all first' approach as it turns out i hate sitting on finished chapters and just get impatient#SO WHAT IF... what if i write the first three chapters and post those and then worry about the rest of it later?#it leaves the scary chance of it staying a WIP forever but i don't think anyone's on the edge of their seats for a sylki scammer AU anyway#OKAY I'LL DO THAT (feel free to try to convince me not to tho)#wait do they even have tenements in that london#a while ago i found out my address contains an unacceptable character because tenements are mostly just a scottish thing#and i was like “oh so THAT'S why websites refuse to believe it could be a real flat number?” nae tenements ootside the central belt! wtf!#...how do you even fit flats into buildings there then? do yous just arrange them in some weird tardislike liminal space?#where do you keep the stairs then? D:#*strange hand movements as i attempt to map out this bizarre topology that is apparently normal everywhere else in the uk*
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aauroralightss · 10 months ago
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happy work in progress wednesday!! here's a passage from my current multichapter wip! the premise is fallen angel vash au, but this is an interaction in chapter nine with livio :)
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“A roommate?” Livio’s eyebrows shoot up. “In that tiny rental?”
“Well, it wasn’t—planned. He’s sleeping on the couch.” Wolfwood scratches the side of his neck. “But yeah. His name’s Vash. He’s…” Wolfwood struggles for the right word to use to describe his roommate, actively fighting the urge to call him angelic or heavenly, knowing how that would sound to his brother. (Even if it would be really funny to recount to Vash later.) “He’s a nice guy. You’d probably like him.”
Livio’s eyes widen. “A nice guy. You like him!”
“I—what?”
“As a person,” Livio clarifies with a hand lifted. “Unless—”
“No.”
“Okay, then as a person.” Livio grins. “But you definitely do. The only other person you’ve ever outright called nice is that Millie Thompson.”
Wolfwood can’t deny that—or at least he can’t deny that Millie is nice—but it’s a little humiliating that Livio has been keeping track. “...So? I’m living with him, I’m allowed to like him.”
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hirazuki · 3 months ago
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For Now [Chapter 18 snippet]
Sasori/Haruno Sakura, Sasori & Haruno Sakura | T | Blank Period | canon divergent | angst, hurt/comfort, enemies to friends | ongoing [AO3]
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“Human bodies are an inconvenience, in multiple respects,” he elaborates. “Surely you can appreciate this.”
Sakura sighs and flops on the bed, her back to him. “I am not debating life philosophies with you at – ” she cranes her neck up to look at the clock on the nightstand “ – three forty-two in the morning.”
“Oh? Is there something else you’d rather be doing?” Sasori smirks, knowing full well that he’s annoying her.
“Yes,” she snaps, sitting up and whirling on him, throwing her second pillow at his face. “Sleeping. I have a job to show up for in the morning, unlike some.”
She prepares to dramatically fling herself back down again but stops, abruptly, likely realizing that she has relinquished both of her pillows to him at this point, leaving her with only the mattress to lie on. He can feel the debate going on in her head – to just grit her teeth and live with the situation that she created, or to swallow her pride and ask for them back – and it looks like the latter is winning out, as she slumps her shoulders and starts turning towards him.
So, naturally, he does the only thing possible in this situation.
Sasori swings both pillows at her, trapping her head between them.
She sputters, briefly, and once the initial shock is over, yanks them out of his grip and attacks him with them. He grabs one of his own to defend himself with, and they exchange several blows until, predictably, she gets too invested, and accidentally channels some of that monstrous strength – and they hear the crack of wood.
“Okay, stop, truce!” Sakura calls, shielding her face with her pillows. “I can’t afford a new bed.”
“I win by default,” he announces, as she’s rearranging her side of the bed.
“I said 'truce!'” she argues, and snatches his pillow from his hands, clearly claiming it as a prize. “Hmph.”
Holding it close to her chest, she sticks her tongue out at him, turns around, and lies back down.
He doesn’t need it, to sleep; he doesn’t need to hold that particular pillow, though it's the one he's been using, nor does he actually need to hold anything at all. It’s simply that insomnia still breathes heavily down his neck – two years of being back in his human body is not nearly enough to overwrite almost two decades of experience, no matter how this body craves the rest – and he has discovered that clutching something physical against him helps to ground him, for whatever reason. 
But he doesn’t need it, and even if he did, he has his chakra threads at his disposal, growing stronger by the day – he can simply pull it out of her grasp.
Like her, though, he has a near-addiction to having the last word, and one of his favorite pastimes is making her squirm.
Sasori leans over, well past the unspoken boundary between their respective sides, and hovers above her for a moment, before lowering himself snugly behind her body and wrapping an arm around her – waist, pillow, and all.
“What are you doing?!” Sakura immediately startles – he can feel her muscles tense, and the way her heart is beating wildly – and attempts to throw him off.
His grip tightens.
“You stole my pillow,” he murmurs into the hair at the back of her head.
“You can have it ba –”
“Silence.” 
“But – !”
“Shut up,” he mutters again, holding her down more forcefully. “I’m trying to sleep.”
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dicenote · 4 months ago
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4, 6, and 8 (specifically weekend at ryuzaki's for 8, please) for the ask game? :3
Ooh okay! Thanks for the ask :3
4. Is there a popular pairing you don't necessarily dislike but aren't too invested in?
Hm, probably MikaLight (that's popular, right?). While I love a little bit of religious imagery (*screams in ex-Catholic*), I haven't yet sat down and read a MikaLight fic that I've been totally invested in. If I sought out something from Mikami's perspective specifically, I could see myself liking it a little. But for now I'm kinda meh on the ship.
6. Show us a bit of a WIP!
I wrote this bit who knows how long ago, so idk if I'll keep it in the final draft, but I do like the vague direction it's going in.
“Maybe the world is better off without people like L.”
“What?!” 
Ide knows he's struck a nerve. “I don’t mean it like that,” he replies quickly. “It’s terrible that he died, but… no person should have the kind of power and influence that L had over his cases. If we say that Kira is evil because he is—he was— one person controlling the justice system, then we can’t allow people like L to do whatever they want to solve cases that interest them.
“We’re cops, after all. The world may be terrible, but we work within the system to try and change things. It may be slow, but it’s fair…” He pauses. He think he's talked for too long. “Does that make sense?”
Matsuda nods, and Ide’s phone rings.
“Hello?”
His eyes widen. He turns to Matsuda and mouths, “Aizawa”. "Are you okay? Did they-?"
8. How did you come up with the title to [Weekend At Ryuzaki's]?
Well, it's kinda funny that you mention it:
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*waves hands wildly* All will be revealed... (once I finish writing this chapter, lol)
When I posted the first 2-ish chapters, I think the fic was called "Lingering On" or something like that. I was listening to a song called "Linger" while writing and thought that it would work as a good placeholder. Eventually, once I figured out what I wanted to do with the fic, I changed the name to something that I thought fit the tone a little better, vaguely referencing an old movie that I've never seen. Also, the confinement plot point literally involves spending a "weekend at Ryuzaki's", but I can't remember if I'd come up with that specific detail when I decided on the fic title.
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annzybwrites · 15 days ago
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Have you ever heard of the invisible Snufkin ideas people have? Don't know if you've ever had your own ideas or not
Hi!!
Love this question. I have definitely seen the invisible Snufkin ideas that people have, and I think they're very creative and great sources for angst. I have not had any of my own ideas surrounding an invisible Snufkin, mainly because I don't think Snufkin would ever feel abandoned/neglected; at least not the current Snufkin we know and love.
In general, when we see Snufkin in any Moomin franchise (I'm talking from what I've seen of the comics, the 90s series, and the 2019 reboot), he's very confident in himself, appreciates his alone time, and has several friends that bring him joy even if he, himself, does not admit that he has these friends (aside from Moomin, and even then he tries to downplay how much Moomin means to him). Those are the attributes that I like to include when I write Snufkin, because then it makes for fun hypocrisies within his character that can then be used for character development purposes. And it is these attributes that I think make it a bit harder for him to turn invisible, especially considering the fact that he does enjoy a lot of solitary time when he's not in Moominvalley. To the point that I feel that even if Moomin did suddenly disappear on him, Snufkin would be able to find distractions to keep himself continuing on; to keep himself visible. Such as in the Moominvalley in November storyline, where Snufkin has no idea where Moomin is and is stuck waiting for him at Moominhouse, he distracts himself by assisting the other inhabitants of Moominvalley with whatever their troubles are while he waits.
To me, an invisible Snufkin AU would only make sense for me to write if literally everyone Snufkin used to know was long gone for some reason, and he is finding it nearly impossible to build new connections elsewhere -- even with practical strangers that he's met on his travels years ago. Otherwise, I feel like because of his tendency to travel and general resilience, he would be determined to keep himself visible unless he had a complete mental breakdown. And I'm not that interested in writing my little guy having a complete breakdown if there's not some kind of happiness for him to find at the end of the tunnel.
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Hey lovely! It’s so good to have you back, I missed you! I hope you’re doing well and so is your Grandma and other family. I read part 5 and loved it! It’s just so good! I’m so interested in how the boys will act in the next fic. I feel that they are done playing the friend game and I am really excited to see Sirius. Anyways! Great to see you and I’m excited to read Divorcing Orion too!
my darling! i missed you so sooo much! thanks a bunch for the warm welcome back and yes! my grandma (both of them hehe~) are feeling much better - they were both being stubborn old ladies and not wanting to go to their doctors appointments but we made sure to take them there as soon as we got back haha! (˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶)˖⁺‧₊˚
hehehe~ our boys are definitely DONE with playing the friend game, especially sirius (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ so you'll be seeing a lot of him in the next chapter! it won't be all fluff, the whole vibe of the chapter will actually be very different from everything i've written for this series so far ⏤ i'm actually kinda nervous as to how you darlings will respond to it (ó﹏ò。)
but yay! i'm excited for my Divorcing Orion Black series too! it'll be completely new and different to the types of fics i usually write so it'll be my go-to for when i want a break from my usual writing (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)
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warm-mangoes-with-chai · 2 years ago
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Okay so what bothers me the most is three things:
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How the hell did this man go from the bottom of the Japan Trench to main crew?!?!?
Like am i missing something? Bc the last time I checked it was in kenny's hands in Shibuya- and I know neither noritoshi nor tsukomo managed to snatch it back. I know i haven't been going that closely these past few arcs but i feel like i would've noticed if they retrieved it??? I just hate that this happened off screen 😑
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They've been fighting for a month (3 YEARS) and it only took 3 minutes to unseal him?!?
Where's the pizzazz, the drama? At least we should've got a cool explanation on how Angel's technique works, man idk. All that buildup for nothing, it's so lackluster 😒
(plus there was an earthquake caused by him teleporting right? Did he do it in the split second he breathed fresh air so we couldn't see him?? 😵‍💫)
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He was locked away in a space with no concept of time, completely isolated and surrounded by cursed energy- and he came back normal? 🙁
Boooo- i wanted him to be feral or a little cursed himself like give us something- I want to see visible signs of the toll it took on him. Though maybe his true state will make itself evident later.
( bro wasn't even disorientated when he traveled xxx kilometers in 5 seconds like where's the lag, the fatigue- his energy wasn't sapped from his time in prison realm? He could just bounce up n get moving?!?! Make it make sense like give me SOMETHING PLEASE)
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I understand why he's maintaining his composure with kenjaku- man thought about his ex for 30 seconds and was locked away with swiftness- but towards megumi? His younger brother-more-than-son but still someone he mentored and spent a lot of time with.
It's implied that sorcerers/ curses can probably see the extra eyes or mouth of Sukuna but the marks are likey only distinguishable for us readers. So Gojo must've sensed Sukuna's rank vibes immediately and went on the offensive.
... Hmmm 🤔 since he didn't even want to engage with him yet i suppose he's just being cautious. Maybe he's already accepted that Megumi may be collateral to the bigger picture... though that's so cold though 😥
I'm still holding out hope that he's just compartmentalizing very well and we'll see the cracks of his true mental state soon 🤞🏿
He's the strongest for a reason but even he has a breaking point.
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