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[pastadoughie]

hi crechrs, one moar

if u like choloate, can u, comment ur favorite chocoloate, n by thwat i mean like, a type of chocolate from a brand u liek, like i liek whitechoco peppermint lindor chocolates this is very!! important!! also if u dont like chocolate u can just say smthn based on aesthetic

[saccharinemeat]

perhaps some white choco/dark choco? 🥺 sorry im a sucker for it lol —apprepuff

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[lesgourmanderiesdeciccio]

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[oeleo]

260:365 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Konu Cone Snacks | Mixed and Strawberry ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ What is your favorite part of an ice cream drumstick? Mine is the tip of the cone that is filled with chocolate. This is that part of the a drumstick but a bit bigger. Hahaha. This os good, the mixed flavors came with: Matcha, White Choco, Milk Choco, Dark Choco, and Cookies and Cream. The Strawberry one has a swirled strawberry flavored choco and white choco. All flavors were good. 😁 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #2022leo365 #Konu #KonuConeSnacks #MixedConeSnacks #Strawberry #DarkChoco #MilkChoco #WhiteChoco #CookiesAndCream #Matcha #ConeaSnacks https://www.instagram.com/p/CiqCQ2RvEcE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[hyunjae]

Whitechoco_Jaehyun / do not edit.

[weiying-yilinglaozu]

Guys I lose this account :( please don't follow anymore...

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[kinny-cookies]

Whiteberry edit no obe asked for :>

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[ectoentity]

Last Stop

For Ectober Month 2021, Day 2: Scream vs Laugh

Fandom: Danny Phantom

Rating: T

Characters: Tucker Foley, Sam Manson, Danny Fenton, various OCs

Tags: Creepy laughter, a spooky corpse ghost, horror

Tucker just wants his ride home to be quick and peaceful after a long day at school. He doesn't want to deal with creepy, spontaneous laughter.

Also on AO3 here.

(Thanks to whitechoco for beta-ing!)

Tucker Foley was having a bad day. He’d bombed every question a teacher asked him, even in his computer science class. That wasn’t entirely his fault. Danny had asked him something over text, and that had made him miss the question. Then there had been a ghost attacking the school gym, which wouldn’t have been a big deal except that he was in it at the time. Everyone got to watch as he got pummeled by a variety of sporting equipment gone mad. It wasn’t even because he’d been doing anything! Tucker just happened to be closest to the equipment closet at the time. More awful, dumb luck.

His internal monologue was interrupted by a buzzing PDA.

HER GOTHNESS: you there yet

Tucker banged his head against the bus’s bar. 

YOU: 30 mins dude 

YOU: im but a poor man n the bus is slow

HER GOTHNESS: for a poor man you use a lot of characters

HER GOTHNESS: lmk when you’re on

Tucker rolled his eyes and clicked over to his notes icon, where he was drafting a new code. This one was for a program that would help them identify ghosts by ectosignature. Hopefully. The whole concept of identifying an individual ectosignature by any means that a computer could understand was kind of up in the air right now. As far as he knew, even the Fentons hadn’t figured it out yet. But they weren’t genius computer science prodigies. 

Part of the way through it, Tucker noticed someone closer to the front of the bus was laughing. That wasn’t really a big deal. It happened. People started laughing on the bus. Maybe he was reading a book, or got a funny text. He went back to his typing for a few minutes.

Then more people started laughing.

Tucker kept staring at his email and notes. This was weird, but maybe it was a coincidence? Coincidences were things that happened. They had been vanishingly rare since the whole ghost portal thing, but they had to happen sometimes. Right?

Half the bus was laughing. Tucker looked up and saw people grinning. There was Mike, the mechanic who lived a few doors down from his family, and Mrs. Richards, the old lady who always had the best Halloween candy, and a few other people he recognized. They were laughing, but their eyes were wide, flickering back and forth. Mike caught Tucker’s eyes. Behind the manic grin, he looked terrified.

It had to be a ghost, right? Every time weird stuff happened in Amity Park, it was ghosts. 

YOU: hey dude any laughing ghosts on ur radar

YOU: ???

LIVING DEAD BOY: not really? something weird?

YOU: YEAH KINDA

Something grabbed Tucker’s shoulder. Tucker jumped. It was Mike. 

“H-Hey, Mike, what’s up?”

Michael didn’t stop laughing. He gripped Tucker’s jacket and laughed with wide, pleading eyes.

“Dude, knock it off,” Tucker said. “Why are you laughing?”

Mike didn’t stop. Instead he pointed away, towards the middle of the bus. That was where the laughing started. 

Tucker felt a deep chill go down his spine. Danny dealt with ghosts. He did computer stuff and made stupid jokes. This wasn’t his job. Right?

Laughter surrounded him.

Tucker shuddered. It wasn’t right. Nothing about this was right. He stepped to the side and walked towards the middle of the bus.

It was colder the closer he got. Like a fridge. Worse than a fridge; like an ice cooler in the depths of winter. Tucker understood some basic thermodynamics. There wasn’t anything that generated coldness. Cold was just the lack of heat. Things became colder when energy left them. 

Science didn’t stop the cold from reaching into him like a long arm with many frigid fingers. 

“Okay, I’m here,” Tucker stated as soon as he was in the center of the bus. He couldn’t help his voice cracking just a bit. “Will you stop making them laugh?”

The cold stopped for a moment. Instead of sapping him, it felt like a weird blanket. Like he was engulfed in water but still able to breathe. Ghost stuff was freaky and didn’t make any sense.

Please. 

Tucker turned and found himself eye-to-eye with a corpse. It was dessicated; practically mummified. It had no eyes, nose, or lips. Long, wiry hair hung from its scalp. He screamed and shut his eyes. Why couldn’t he have gotten a cool ghost like Ember? His first solo gig and it had to be the Cryptkeeper. When he opened his eyes again, the corpse ghost had moved back a couple of feet. 

They were still surrounded by people who were laughing so hard that they were gasping for air. Mike had fallen over. Mrs. Richards was crying. The bus driver seemed to have collapsed into the aisle.

Amelia Whittaker. 

Outside, the scenery was completely wrong. They had long since gone past Tucker’s stop. It was much darker than it had been just a few minutes ago.

“What do you want?” Tucker asked. 

The ‘stop requested’ light dinged on. The panel at the front of the bus said that the next stop was Cherry Street Cemetery. Of course it was.

“Okay,” Tucker said, looking at the corpse. “Okay, I’ll go to the cemetery and look for Amelia Whittaker. I promise. Will you please let these people go now?”

The corpse stared sightlessly ahead. The bus came to a slow, gentle stop and the sliding door opened of its own accord.

There wasn’t really anything else he could do. Tucker stepped off the bus.

The laughter stopped. The cold went away. The people still on the bus started to pick each other up. Tucker breathed a sigh of relief. His job wasn’t over, but at least they were going to be okay. He took out his PDA. He had missed a few calls and more than a dozen texts.

YOU: meet me in the cherry st cemetery

LIVING DEAD BOY: yeah will do u ok?? 

He turned away from the bus and walked into the cemetery. It was quiet. Not eerily quiet, though. There were cars going up and down the street behind him, and the street to his right. If he listened hard enough, he could hear frogs and crickets starting their evening chorus. 

Tucker walked down the aisles of headstones. It was relaxing, in a weird way. There was no organization. The names and dates were all wildly different from one plot to the next. Some had flowers, others didn’t. A few had toys on them, little statues, pretty rocks or other trinkets. The stones themselves were vastly different from one to another. Some were simple rectangles with a name and set of dates. Others were elaborately carved, with pictures of the deceased safely behind bronze-lidded frames. Tucker had never really paid attention to how different a simple headstone could be. As he went up and down and up and down the rows, the names and dates all seemed to blend together.

Until he found Amelia.

There was a heaviness to the grave even before he reached it. The air felt thicker here, the sky a little darker. He read the name and sat down to the right of the grave. This was one of the simplest headstones he’d seen. It didn’t even have her birth and death dates. It was just a stone slab with a name.

“Hey, Amelia,” he whispered. “I still don’t know what that was about, but I found you.”

After a few minutes passed, Danny appeared before him in ghost form. He looked more see-through than normal. 

“You okay, man?” Tucker asked.

“It’s been a long day,” Danny said instead of answering directly.

“I’d agree, but I think I lost an hour. Haunted bus rides, huh?”

Danny frowned and looked somewhere in the distance. The cemetery was empty aside from them. At least, it was to Tucker. Maybe Danny could see things that he couldn’t. This whole thing was weird, even by their standards. Tucker’s usual coping mechanism was of no use here.

“On the bus, everyone started laughing,” he said softly. “They couldn’t stop. Why did she do that?”

Danny stared at the grave with eyes that seemed utterly empty aside from the burning green embers of his irises. “It’s what she wanted,” he said. His voice was even more hollow, more echoed, than normal. “She wanted to make people happy.”

Right, ghost logic. Tucker shivered. His PDA buzzed again, reminding him that he was very late for dinner.

“I have to go home soon.”

Danny curled his ghostly tail around Tucker. Rather than making him feel safer, it just gave him a chill. “Don’t worry, Tuck. I’ll drop you off, then come back to talk to her.”

“Thanks, man.”

Tucker wished he could do more. The empty headstone looked so lonely. “I’ll bring her some flowers.” 

For a moment they were both quiet, paying respects to someone they had never known.

“She’s glad you listened,” Danny said. 

[cuntryclubs]

i’m assuming the filming for jaehyuns drama is a private schedule but even if it’s not, just a reminder: don’t post any pics from mydarlinghyun, whitechoco or bananafish,,, they’re ssgs

[chocolate1721]

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[anabella]

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