apparently rough-sketching scenes from disney aus is my ~thing now, so here’s a snapshot of cinderella, based on the 2015 movie. maybe this will become a series, who knows!
(with proper capitalization for reading ease bc this got wayyy longer than i meant for it to, whoops)
The first time Isak meets the prince, he doesn’t know he’s meeting the prince.
This is probably for the better, seeing as he doesn’t so much meet the prince as nearly run the prince down with his horse. Which is mostly Isak’s fault, since he isn’t watching where he is riding as well as he should be, but there are—reasons, if he were pressed to give them. The morning had been crueler than usual and the ride to the market had been an all-too-appealing promise of escape, even just temporarily. And so Isak had left the breakfast dishes still dripping dry and bolted as fast as he was able, gratefully giving his thoughts and tears to the wind and trusting the horse to guide them both clear.
Maybe not the safest plan, but it has worked fairly well, up until he almost runs into another rider. It happens so quickly—a startled shout, the high cry of another horse, a blur of color suddenly veering to his left—that Isak has little time to do anything but shout “Sorry!” over his shoulder and hope the wind carries it back. He thinks that will be it, until he registers a voice calling behind him, and then a second rhythm of hoofbeats pounding into the forest floor and catching him up.
you know a thing I’ve had in my head for a while is like, I noticed that out of the Destiny Island Trio and the Wayfinder Trio, Terra and Riku were alike in the sense that they had issues with their darkness, which isn’t anything new. But alongside that, I also noticed that they were the oldest within their trio and that got me thinking like…
Kairi’s Grandmother’s story mentions that light survived in the hearts of children (which we now know are the keykids who survived the KEyblade War), so what if like…children are more likely to have an abundance of light within their hearts? Like, the darkness is still there, but the light is just more prominent at that stage in life.
Now as they get older, that darkness starts to make itself known, so there’s an adjustment within the heart to keep a balance (it’s alllll normal, nothing wrong with that). It’s just…not everyone has an easy time through this stage of life and that balance kinda differs from person to person (it’s like puberty, shit happens and you’re either fine or ready to throw yourself down a flight of stairs). Pair that up with negative attitudes with darkness and you’ve got yourselves a situation like Terra’s or Riku’s (or if you wanna go about it a different way, you have Master Xehanort and Eraqus and Xehanort is kinda the oldest out of the two of them).
So with that in mind, apply that to the keykids, who are likely to come in various ages (still within the range to be considered children by adults). No two keykids are the same, so when that process starts to happen, you can only imagine the sorts of issues that will pop up and of course, you’ll likely have some keykids who are especially vulnerable…
And vulnerable keykids make for easy targets, which can result in the creation of Darklings. So basically Darklings are keykids (older keykids especially) who were having issues with their darkness and had little to no guidance on how to deal with it, resulting in their untimely demises.
Nico and will getting to know each other through regular camp activities(They've both been through so much, I just need them whole and healing)
Here you go! But seriously, how do you end things?
How hate turned to love
Nico wasn’t lying when he said that he had hated the three-day stay in the infirmary. Sure, he had been allowed to go outside on the third day of his stay to ‘get some sun so that he could get his Italian tan back’ or something along those lines, but he still didn’t like being holed up in a room with white and yellow walls along with a bed with white bedsheets and a cupboard full of medical equipment. It made him unhappy to be in the light. He had complained about it to Will the morning of the second day, and when he thought back on it, he didn’t really know what to make of the conversation.
“I really hate being in this room. It’s too bright,” Nico grumbled as Will took his blood pressure. “And it’s even worse that you forced me to sleep with the lights on. That’s just straight-out embarrassing. The Son of Hades sleeping with the lights on?”
“It’s for your own good,” Will said, whistling as he stitched up Nico’s arm – the werewolf poison had dissolved the first set of mortal stitches, so now they were trying again, this time with enchanted thread. “I don’t want you to fade, so I don’t want you to be exposed to more darkness than there is in your body. It’s a lethal amount, you know. It’s eating you up from the inside.”
“I don’t care. How would feel if you were trapped in darkness the whole time? It’s the same thing with me and the light.”
Will stopped halfway in doing a stitch, the needle still deep in Nico’s arm. “Well, I guess you make a point, but I still have to keep you in the light. Just until the three days are up. After that, you can sleep without a light on again. Will that make you happy?”
It had made Nico happy to be able to be able to move back to his cabin and sleep in the darkness, but of course he hadn’t told Will that. In fact, he hadn’t talked to Will the last two weeks, apart from answering a couple questions about his health during the check-up one week ago.
He had done pretty well with avoiding Will outside of the check-ups, but a Thursday a month after his stay in the infirmary, he came to the sword-fighting class he taught with Percy to find the last person he expected to see there. Will Solace. Being taught by Percy how to disarm someone.
The tip of Nico’s sword hit the ground and the two demigods looked up, Will wiping the sweat away from his forehead with the back of his free hand.
“What the Hades are you doing here, Solace?” Nico asked. “Aren’t you supposed to be in the infirmary or with the rest of your cabin in archery?”
“Will here wanted to be able to handle a sword better,” Percy explained, taking a sip of his water bottle. “He’s not too bad. His moves are pretty rusty, but he has good reflexes and is a fast learner. Can you go through the basics with him while I teach the rest of the kids?”
Nico was about to say that he didn’t want anything to do with Will when he heard himself say, “Sure, why not?”
“Great!” Percy said before walking over to the rest of the group, which consisted of about a dozen demigods from different cabins.
Will smiled at Nico, his sky-blue eyes twinkling in the sunshine. Nico silently groaned, but picked up his sword and walked towards Will, wanting nothing more than to dive into the nearest shadow. How had he gotten himself into this mess?
A month later, it was Will’s time to be confused when Nico appeared in the archery class taught by his sister Kayla.
“I’m not here because I want to,” Nico muttered when Will asked him about it. “I lost a bet, okay? I have to take archery for a month.”
Over the next few archery classes, Will got to learn more about Nico, for example that his favourite colour was blue (not black like Will had originally thought), his birthday was the 28th of January and that he could speak Ancient Greek, Latin and Italian fluently.
“Really? Your favourite colour is purple?” Nico asked incredulously. “I would have thought it would have been like, green or red.
“Nope, it’s purple,” Will said, pointing to a part of the bandage. “If you cut it there, it should be long enough to wrap a small wound.”
Nico didn’t even say anything as he cut the bandage. So what if he was learning how to wrap wounds and stuff in the infirmary by Will? They were just friends. Whoa, that felt weird. Had he just called Will his friend? He had, and it had felt natural too, not wrong or forced at all.
“Nico? Are you okay? You totally zoned out for a minute there,” Will’s worried voice broke through his thoughts and he looked up at Will’s concerned face.
“I got lost in some thoughts.” Nico was silent for a bit. “We’re friends, right?”
“Of course we are.” Will pointed to a patient. “She just came in with a twisted ankle. Think you can fix it?”
Nico nodded with a determined expression. He could do this. He had learned and practised this for weeks now.
“Will? Why is Nico sitting with us?” Ella, Will’s seven-year-old sister asked one day at dinner. It was quite a cold day, and Nico was sitting closer to Will than usual in an attempt to steal the Son of Apollo’s body heat.
“Because he’s lonely at his own table. Therefore he’s sitting with me because we’re friends. That’s what friends do. We make sure that the other friend is not lonely. Right?”
Ella nodded. “Yeah! You’re my friend too, Nico. Because I don’t want you to be alone. That’s okay, right?”
Nico let a small smile tug at his lips. “Yes. That’s okay.”
“Five minutes, everybody!” Leo called out. All the campers were on the beach, counting down the minutes until New Years. Will was standing with Nico, the rest of the Seven as well as Rachel, Reyna and Calypso.
Everyone was holding their hands with their respective other – Percy with Annabeth, Piper with Jason, Hazel with Frank, Leo with Calypso and Reyna with Rachel. The only two not holding hands were Nico and Will, who were both sneaking glances at each other when they thought the other one didn’t see. The rest of their small crowd smirked at each other, knowing that both boys had massive crushes on the other.
Will swallowed. “Hey, Nico? Can I talk to you for a moment?”
Nico nodded as Leo called out, “Three minutes!”
They walked a bit away from the rest of the campers and Will took a deep breath. “There’s something I gotta tell you.”
Nico looked up at Will’s face illuminated by the lights hanging from the trees surrounding the beach. “Go ahead.”
“You see Nico, I, um.” Will silently cursed himself. He had never been good with words, but now was really not the time for his tongue to completely tie itself into knots.”
“You what?” Nico asked confused. He had no idea what Will’s was going to say. Of course, he had his hopes, but they were firmly sealed away in his brain.
“I, um, I…”
“Will? Are you okay? You look really nervous.” Nico had no idea why Will as acting like this, but he was assuming that something was wrong.
“I…” Will took a deep breath.
“Damn it,” Will swore, running a hand through his hair. “I really like you, okay? Like, like you.”
Nico’s mind was going 90 miles an hour. Will… Will liked him?
Nico could feel his eyes fill with tears of happiness and relief. “Really?”
“I understand if you don’t like me back,” Will continued. “But I just wanted to tell you.”
“No! I really like you too!” Nico said quickly.
Several emotions flashed across Will’s face before he stepped closer to Nico.
“Can I kiss you?” Will breathed, wanting to kiss Nico before the New Year officially started.
“Please do,” Nico whispered before pressing his lips against Will’s. It was his first kiss and he knew that it was Will’s first kiss too. He had learned that a month ago when it randomly came up in a conversation. But that didn’t matter now. Kiss Will now, think later, his brain reminded him and he closed his eyes, happily listening to his brain for once.
Light Yagami stans: “OMG!!!! He was a HUMAN BEING Y'ALL!!! He was a GOOD PERSON under all of that mass homicide and God complex!!!” Like bruh I’m sure Charles Manson helped an old lady across the street once in his life but that doesn’t erase the fact that he MURDERED a bunch of ppl………..
Tbh the kin community has helped me out so much and even got me away from my gross abusive ex. I love all my kin pals a lot and I do not understand why people feel the need to diss us? We are harmless and are just here to have a good time.
TBH???? i don’t get it either like i haven’t had a single negative experience w/ the kin kiddos because of the fact that they’re kin lmao
and honestly ppl who are kin w/ my characters have helped out a lot with the series, mostly with smaller details like birthdays and greg got his name b/c a kennith kin kiddo remembered it as greg but still
my mum does this thing where if she’s telling me something about someone (like something someone said or just a random part of her day) if the person is trans she’ll make sure to let me know by doing that thing “i was talking to this guy, well, he’s trans so..” and like i really don’t understand why i NEED to know if that person is trans or not? it literally has nothing to do with the story and has no relevance in general so?? i’ve never met the person before and i probably won’t ever so why does she constantly feel the need to out people to me, it’s not just me, either she’ll mention it to whoever she’s talking to
imo it feels like a rather shitty thing to do to just out people, weather they’re already out or not it’s just not my business there are plenty of trans people, they exist, stop doing this
I’m really sorry to bother you at such a time but…I think you should know that Togami-kun just received a mail from an unknow sender. Do you want me to transfer it?
No need to do it, just tell me what it says !
Hey hey I just got through a bad breakdown by playing hyperdontia over like 800 times so good vibes to u and eyeris (they don't have a tumblr on their channel so I assume they don't have one? so I'll send this just here!) and anyone else who might need them!
I like imagining Dash and Harv hanging out far from any medical help when suddenly a lingering part of an old incubation makes itself known- Dash collapses, screaming in agony, his stomach jumping with movement. And Harv preforming emergency surgery with only his poker knife tool. Then trying to keep Dash alive afterwards until he can figure out how to get him to a hospital
I LIKE THINKING ABOUT THIS TOO HOLY CRAP WHAT A COINCIDENCE.
Seriously though “lack of access to proper medical tech” is such a good trope. Would be especially juicy if Dash were HIDING symptoms from Harvey because “hey, we’re on a camping trip or w/e, Harvey deserves to take it easy without any of the usual BS, and- oh wow okay my stomach hurts a SHIT ton, and is it hot in here or is it….. just… me….” *ptfo*
sorry i keep deleting mea posts djdkd i just have so much anxiety over posting abt it. anyway i know that i basically already do this, but i wanted to reiterate after a lot of homophobia ive seen lately both in fandom and irl that ur safe here, and that my top priority will always be making lgbt folk feel welcome and loved bc that’s so hard to find and i understand that sometimes it just needs to be said out loud. sometimes you just need that reassurance and i guess i wanted to provide it here even if it’s something as silly as a blog idk sorry if this is weird for me to post.