Hippolytus: Tell an experience you will never forget.
Ohhh there are so many. I think my favourite one is actually one of the smaller ones, but changed my life in the biggest way possible. For reference: I don't drive. I was training the new girl at work (I was 18? I think, she was 17?) and we had gone to school together but ran in different circles (I thought she was a kind of a dick :/) but when she started working with me, I discovered I was wrong. One day (I think) in the summer, it was hot and I lived 45 minutes uphill so I went up to her and asked her if, hypothetically, she would drive me home in exchange for freezies. That night we watched AVPM and planned a trip to Florida together and she's been my best friend ever since 💖
Lightning Bolt: What are your top three favorite movies?
I can't choose favourites, so how about movies I will never get sick of?
Jurassic Park (the first one)
Jaws
The Fellowship of the Ring
I'm doing #PhangoWeek19! I had a New Years Resolution to particiapte in at least 1 Phandom event this year.
Why can't I get a read more to work on mobile?
Here's my first shot. Prompts: Identity Reveal - Danny Interns for the GIW - Dissection - Ghost Hunger - Ghost Nip - Someone dies - Ghost King
My Name is Danny
My name is Danny Fenton. I am was STILL human.
I got an internship for the Guys In White. It was a bad idea, but my parents were proud of me. I couldn't let them down again. It started out small. I held it together for as long as I could, but they trapped me. It was stupid. Ghost nip. It tipped them off that there was something different about me. Usually I can resist the stuff as a human. This must have been stronger.
They thought I was possessed. At first. They told my parents that I was spending the night to be observed after an experiment backfired. I was trapped in a ghost shield and locked into a small room. It reminded me of the interrogation rooms from cop dramas Dad liked to watch sometimes.
It wasn't a normal ghost shield. Not like one of Mom and Dads. It… blocked all ectoplasm from entering and leaving. It disrupted the ambient energy that Amity Park naturally had. It blocked off my source of food.
My name is Danny Phantom. I am half ghost.
And the Guys in White captured me. It wasn't hard for them. They locked me in a room and waited. I was hungry. They put a few blob ghosts in there after a couple weeks days MONTHS. I was hungry. I couldn't resist for long. I needed ectoplasm or my body (bodies) would shut down.
Then came the experiments. I was forced to transform. They wanted to know how I worked. They started looking. They stopped calling me by name.
My name is Ecto Entity 13.
I am the strongest ghost they ever captured. I kept breaking things (I'm sorry. sorry. SORRY) I hurt them.
But they hurt me first.
I needed out. I needed to eat. I needed to protect.
My name is Phantom, King of All Ghosts.
Lord Clockwork found me (too late too late TOOLATE) and brought me to the castle. It felt wrong. It looked wrong.
Why should it look like a town?
It needed to be bigger.
There should be people there.
If there is no one there yet, I shall bring them to me. Whether they want to come or not.
...so my queue is at 1000 posts and that's apparently the most you can queue at a time. I've already upped my queue to like 25 posts a day. There's just so much good art!!! And posts!!! I can't help it.
Also, because some of these posts that are about to be going up were probably queued months ago, feel free to shoot me a message if anything is out of date, or by a known TERF, or something else that I probably am not aware of.
Also, if I need to tag things with a trigger warning, please let me know. I use the fast-queue button most of the time, so very few things are actually tagged; but if I get a request to tag things for triggers I do not mind at all.
chocobijou replied to your post “If anyone reading The Trouble with Ghosts sees this, let me know if...”
I don't mind a longer wait but whatever you think feels right! Super happy you are working on it and I know it will be awesome no matter when you choose to upload it :)
katwritesthings replied to your post “If anyone reading The Trouble with Ghosts sees this, let me know if...”
Where ever you think the chapter should end! It makes me super happy you're working on it and I am happy to wait as long as it takes for you to be satisfied with it! :D
You are both very sweet. Thank you for being wonderful people.
I’ve been sitting on this for literally a couple of weeks, like 99% done, all apart from the last few sentences. So I decided to smash them all out together and post the thing! Yay!
Final wordcount: 1, 497
Asagao!Pixi and Asagao!Anny belong to @madnessharper and @tardisgrump respectively.
***
“Kat,” his breath caught in the cold winter air, forming a fog in front of his face, “How did you even-”
Her fellow brit was squinting incredulously up at where she was stood, almost at the absolute top of a rather tall oak tree outside of Higanbana, rather precariously balanced on the thickest available bough. She was clinging to the trunk of it as though her life depended on it.
Which it wasn't, by the way. She was balanced rather high up, yes, and if she fell awkwardly she could stand the chance of substantial injury, but she wouldn't be at risk from anything fatal. That thought didn't seem to be all too comforting to her, though.
Caddy's question was answered with a quick quip from her ever exhausted-from-her-actions roommate, Pixi.
“She was chasing a bird that took her hat.” the blue-haired girl sighed, massaging her tired temples, “It's not even the first time that this has happened.”
“It's not?” Jimmy glanced over at the finnish transfer, an incredulous look on his face. He glanced back up at the red haired british girl, wondering what kind of friends he'd managed to make.
“Well, last time it was the middle of summer and it was only a six foot drop.” Pixi elaborated, cradling her face in her palm, “And it was a squirrel that took her hat that time.”
Truly, it was too early for this shit to be happening. Or so the northern european seemed to think. And quite understandably at that, given that it was only quarter past nine in the morning on a cold weekend.
“Please, just,” Kat half-yelped, looking nervously from the potential drop to the tree trunk again, her terrified grip only increasing, “Can someone please get me down from here.”
“I'm on it!” came the sharp answer, yelled up from a well-meaning Luke. He was carefully scanning the trunk of it, his fingertips grazing the bark. He was trying to find any potential footholds. “Just tell me how you-”
“Luke, no.” the would-be knight in shining snapback was sharply pulled away from the trunk by an extremely tired moose-shaped tsundere. “You're not getting stuck up the damn tree too.”
“But-!” he protested, but soon got cut off by the arrival of two more people.
Jeff, who'd come just as soon as he was able to, wasn't fully dressed for the cold weather and seemed visibly cold.
Anny followed half a minute later, donning a woolly bobble hat that covered up most of the still-dyed section of her short dark hair, carrying a blanket. She stopped, looked up at her friend that still clinging for her life at the top of a tree. She sighed, shook her head, and carried on forward.
Anny wasn't ever sure if Kat even could surprise her anymore- but she somehow always managed it. Whether it was drinking her paint water, supergluing her hand to her roommate's, getting pans stuck onto her head or getting stuck up in trees apparently- if you needed a friend who could find a way to get herself into shenanigans, no matter how innocent the activity was? Kat was your girl.
She tilted her head to one side, joining the rest of her friends at the base of the tree.
“I thought it was the other kind of cat that usually got stuck up trees.” she called up, starting to unfold the blanket she'd carried over with her.
She and Jeff had discussed this before turning up; if they brought a big enough blanket, and enough of them were there, they could spread out and form a trampoline or something similar to catch her in. Jeff took one of the corners from her and started spreading it out, handing the edges off to each of their friends as they came across them.
“That's... that's re-real funny A-Anny...” Kat stammered, her nerves clearly starting to get to her. It'd been at least like 25 minutes she'd been stuck at the top of the tree now. Her fingers had turned pink. Her toes had gone numb from the cold. And well...
“Kat... you're not scared of heights, are you?” Wallid called up uncertainly, fiddling about with the tassled blanket ends that he was holding.
There was a semi awkward silence that followed, although it only lasted a couple of minutes.
“Yeeahh...” she eventually mumbled, pressing her face into the frosty bark.
Yet another embarrassing thing to admit to in front of all of her friends. Oh joy. She should really stop making a habit out of this, she thinks.
Ian sharply grabbed the back of Luke's collar to prevent him trying to climb up the tree again, upon hearing Kat's shaky reply. Luke was ever-prepared to be the gentleman, but didn't always think things through when he was trying to do just that.
“Luke, take the damn blanket.” Ian muttered sharply, “We'll get her down that way.”
Only then did Luke finally take the edge of the red and cream tartan, taking a couple of steps backwards and pulling it taught. Within a couple of minutes, everyone else had done the same. Soon enough, there was a taught woollen platform just waiting for the british transfer to jump down into. After a little shuffling around, Jeff was the one who looked up to her and called out.
“Kat, you're gonna have to let go of that branch. Don't worry, we'll catch you!”
Judging by the way she seemed to cling even tighter to the tree- was that even possible at this point? -Kat didn't like that idea very much.
“No!” she yelped, looking down at the spread out blanket before sharply looking back at the tree again.
Her reply was met with a mingled and messy mix of confused responses.
“Kat, you're going to be stuck up there for a really long time if you don't jump down.”
“What, don't you trust us to actually catch you or something? We're not gonna miss.”
“Just close your eyes and let go of the branch.”
“You can do it, Kat. Just jump!”
But none of those were what finally motivated the terrified sixteen year old to let go.
Instead, it was something a lot simpler.
Her hands were cold. Too cold.
So cold that they felt like they were going numb, in fact.
And she was literally struggling to continue holding on.
She tried to readjust her grip on the tree bark to hold on a little more securely. Instead of the desired effect, it gave way.
If there was one thing that Kat was good at doing- other than getting herself into ridiculous shenanigans which really how did she even get herself into- that was yelling. Kat was very good at projecting her voice about when she wanted to.
And even when she didn't want to.
And this was especially the case when she was hurtling out of a tree and towards the unforgiving cold ground.
However, that wasn't the case for long. The stretched out blanket proved to be a fairly good method for catching any stray Kats that happened to inexplicably fall out of trees sometimes.
Kat decided she felt safer lying on the ground for a little while. The only real movement that she made was gathering together the edges of the blanket, and wrapping herself up into a little ball. She seemed to think that she'd feel safer sitting wrapped up in a blanket on the ground for a few moments.
Soon, another person got down on her level, helping to get her wrapped up in the blanket. His lips brushed past her ear, speaking softly in a concerned tone.
“Are you okay? Are you hurt?”
The brit blinked a few times, focusing on the figure crouched down by her.
Luke.
She nervously leant forward, trembling, linking her arms up around his neck.
“Yeah...” she mumbled, “I'm... I'm fine.”
He nodded, understanding. Having just spent the last several minutes precariously clinging to the top of a tall tree in cold weather, she was understandably still rather shaky. With a smile, he pressed a kiss to her cheek, threading his arms in under her knees and around her shoulders. And moments later, he had her held safely up in his arms, holding her roughly at eye level with her taller Hidden Block friends now.
He spoke with a smile, heading off in the direction of the Higanbana town centre again. One of the cosy tearooms or coffee shops should still be open, right?
“We're gonna go get warmed up again.” he announced, heading out in the direction of the nearest.
“Thanks guys...” she murmured meekly, burying her face in the taller boy's shoulder.
That would be the last time that Kat would go climbing trees again for a little while.
So I’m a tag-rambler. Therefore I am also a tag-reader. And I noticed amongst @madnessharper‘s tag ramblings the other day that they wanted this prompt with either spaceharper or pixiefeathers.
Now I know this isn’t great, but... I tried?? After all dear, your wish is my command~
***
She wasn't blind. She knew why her roommate got so upset sometimes over things that she didn't want to talk about.
'It's silly', she'd say, furiously wiping away her tears and turning her back. And refusing to answer her question.
But it wasn't silly. It couldn't be silly if it made her this upset. If it meant this much to her, it brought her into real bouts of tears, then it had to be something to be addressed.
And at least. Kat thought she knew what it was about. She was fairly sure.
She knew that her fellow transfer spent hours at her writing desk at a time, often into the early hours of the morning, writing into those pretty little spiral-bound notebooks of hers. And she'd then spend even more hours writing more and more into her laptop after that, studying her notebook.
And even if she had been blind enough to not guess what it was about- she knew that Pixi was a writer. That was a part of this whole reason she'd decided to come to this school in the first place, flying halfway around the world to come to a very expensive academy.
She'd come for the extensive arts program, one of the extensions of it covering creative writing.
She'd always been curious to read more of Pixi's work.
She knew that her roommate spent hours at a time perfecting her craft, readying it for sharing...
But only sometimes with her.
And honestly? It hurt her to see Pixi cry. Especially when there wasn't anything that she could do about it...
Or was there?
***
Kat was used to snooping around by now. She wasn't naturally the quietest person, but she'd been working on that from those many nights that she'd spent sneaking back from the arts centre.
But still, it wasn't quite something that always felt right in her stomach. Especially when it came to her roommate.
Her really cute, nice, nerdy, friendly-
Stop thinking about her like that.
Now what was she thinking about? Ah, yes.
Pixi hadn't... technically... told her that she shared her work online. But Kat knew enough to make that assumption.
It'd taken a couple of attempts to work out what site Pixi had been sharing her writings to. And once she'd worked it out, she'd been sure to make a subtle note about what the address was on her wrist. It was a fairly popular one that she'd chosen, A05...
Her username was a bit more apparent than she'd been anticipating. She'd been suspecting that Pixi would choose something harder for Kat -or anyone else who knew her, for that matter- to guess. But no! What Pixi had indeed chosen was a descriptor, followed by her own last name.
MadnessHarper.
Kat hesitated, hovering over her roommates online library. Would Pixi consider this as Kat breaking her privacy? Is that perhaps why she'd gone for such an obvious name- because she didn't suspect that anyone would try to find it?
Kat tried to push those feelings aside as she pulled open her library tab.
She'd posted six new literary works in the last two weeks. And considering that a couple of those were 5,000+ words, and she'd also been bogged down with homework...
Well. Kat couldn't help but be impressed.
But also, she gained a whole new understanding as for why she was often up at the ridiculous hours of the night. Kat didn't have much room to talk truthfully, as so was she. It was a hard habit for her to shake, drawing whilst burning the midnight oil. And Pixi seemed to have the same problem, doing the exact same with writing...
But it was when her eyes flicked down to the comment counts that her heart sank.
Now yes, some of this was original fiction. And often-times, original fictions didn't get the same recognition as fanworks.
But she now understood her roommate's dismay.
Some of her works that had several thousand words a shot had no feedback whatsoever.
Kat bit her lip, eyeing her roommate's currently empty chair. Pixi had gone out to the cafeteria to see if it was still open, to see if she could get a bite to eat. She wasn't sure how long that she'd have left to read though and review one of them.
But if she had a few minutes, surely it wouldn't hurt...?
Or would it?
Kat considered for a moment the possibility that Pixi didn't want her reading her fanfictions. Like, it was quite possibly the case, considering that she hadn't openly shared this site with her or anything like that.
But Kat then considered again all the times that she'd seen Pixi so upset and disappointed- probably over a lack of feedback. Even if she didn't admit to it.
But then her grey-blues hovered over the anonymous option.
Perfect.
With no further hesitation, Kat pulled open one of the works with no feedback. It was time to fix this.
***
Their comments were never long.
Actually, they usually only spanned a couple of sentences.
But from that day forward, an anonymous user- always signing off their comments with 'kitten'- took to leaving little messages on her written works.
Often it was just to say that they liked the story, and that she did a good job on it. Sometimes 'kitten' would slip in other little compliments too.
And it was dumb, but...
It always made her smile to see the little comment pop up from 'kitten'.
Sometimes 'kitten' would say what they liked most about the story, or throw in their own two cents about what they thought might happen. They'd sometimes apologise for taking a couple of days to get to it.
But it seemed to be that 'kitten' was determined to leave something on almost all of her works.
And truth be told... Pixi wasn't really sure who this was.
Well, how could she be? The internet was a very wide, open space. And really, anybody could, if they wanted to, slip on the anonymous mask and take a pseudonym as innocent as 'kitten'.
But she really couldn't help but think that in the back of her mind, that she knew someone close by with a name very similar to that. Very close, actually- she shared a dorm room with them. And that they seemed to speak in a similar way to how the kitten wrote...
But that wasn't possible, was it?
Like, she'd never told Kat about this account. So how would she know about it?
But still. She had to admit that she didn't really mind the possibility all that much? Because the kitten made her smile.
Even so.
It wasn't like she was ever going to ask Kat about it. Because if she was wrong?
...but wait a minute.
Her latest piece of writing had a new piece of feedback! She eagerly pulled it open- and yes, it was from the kitten again.
But this time? The kitten had forgotten to hit the 'send anonymously' button.
coughedfeathers says:
I loved this! I really liked the emotion and the atmosphere, and I love how you describe things- you can really get a feel for what Alex is experiencing. Nice work! (: -kitten
And just then, she could hear a familiar voice cursing from outside in the hallway.
“Stupid- glitchy- thing!” her accented roommate spat, aggressively tapping the screen whilst shouldering their heavy dorm room door open. “You weren't supposed to-”
And it was only then that the redhead seemed to realise that she wasn't alone.
Pixi glanced from her laptop to her roommate, a one-worded question slipping out past her lips.
“Kitten?”
Kat glanced from her phone to Pixi, to Pixi's open laptop screen, which had A05 visibly opened up in the background, and then back to her phone.
