#Naomi Solace fanart

[kekaki-cupcakes]

Naomi Solace from @mediumgayitalian 's latest fic that I'm literally in love with <3

I used @aroaceleovaldez 's character design sheet for Naomi a little bit too cause I don't know country clothes lol but I'm really happy with how it turned out and those boots are 😙👌

the bag has a jar of jam, a single pickle [you can buy those???], one of her many cassettes and her key btw

[mentallyunstablequeen101]

Solangelo is that couple people can’t decide which one they would date fr

Will fell for nico for a reason, vice versa

You better believe they be both heartthrobs at this point.

Nico didn’t get over his crush on Percy for no reason, and again Will could’ve prob gotten anyone but he pulled a child of hades, that’s a win for the books if you ask me.

Not to mention he literally said how he understood why Thalia thought Apollo was hot like 5min after meeting him that should just prove itself

Also the fact that right after Nico confessed to Percy he went straight to Will I like to think it was kinda foreshadowing their relationship ngl-

[xixovart]

Will Solace HCs :)

-He spends so much of his time working with ambrosia & nectar that his skin is always practically glowing with health (even without Apollo kid powers).

-Once tried to use Nico's eyeliner. Leo asked him if he was cosplaying a raccoon, Kayla dropped an armful of medical supplies in fear (she thought he was dying), and Will was officially banned from doing his own makeup

-He glows in his sleep so much the other Apollo campers had the Hephaestus cabin make blackout shades for his bed

-Has an incredible singing voice from constantly using prayers/songs to heal and from practicing songs with his mom when he isn't at camp.

-Does not tell anyone about this hidden talent until it becomes relevant. On a picnic date with Nico, he started to sing to his boyfriend as the sun set over camp. Will didn't think that much of it until he looked at Nico, only to see him staring at him in awe

-Had a serious Doc McStuffins phase, and still has a Stuffy plushie on his bed

-On days where the infirmary keeps him busy for hours and hours straight, he starts referring to things by completely incorrect names. Partly for his own amusement and partly due to complete exhaustion.

-This habit was not lost when he started work as a med student in a mortal hospital, which led to him awkwardly trying to explain to his supervisor why he just told a patient they had "entered self-destruct mode" (appendicitis) but not to worry, the doctor would "quickly stab them back to normal" (perform emergency surgery).

Hope you like em! <3

I LOBE THESE STOP??

this is so amaz8ng tysm ��💗

second one literally just adds onto my idea of will solace looking like a “bad teen beach movie adaptation” and i love it

[spiralstatic29]

more art!? i literally love naomi solace so much she's like. the best character and we haven't even canonically met her in the present. tysm to taylor for my pose reference (naomi is SO taylor coded) !!

[scarlet-sam-chaos]

art for the fanfic the show's not over till the mockingjay sings, darlin' by @athenaareia

that fic has me in a chokehold okay? 😭 the feels just 😭😭

✔️ perpollo (fem!percy)

✔️ solangelo

✔️ HUNGER GAMES AU?!?!???!?!?

[octag0n-l0v3r]

Naomi Solace ‼️💗

[ophii]

mostly fnaf doodles + will solace and my hatchetfield oc who may or may not be ruth's little sister on my rp blog

[dailysolangelodoodle]

Daily Solangelo Doodle day #18

will and a tired naomi

Sketch under cut

[dreamyzworldlove]

naomi solace 😍😍

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if you like my work please reblog!

[clingonlikeclingwrap]

Well, a genuine tear slid out of my eye as I read this, thanks

“What are your parameters for loving me?”

Careful to keep her head locked forward, Naomi glances over at her son. Will’s picked-bloody fingernails scrabble at the worn bandage around his wrist, twisting until his knuckles turn white. The car shakes with his violently bouncing leg, out of time with the shuddering engine and rumbling dust roads under the wheels.

“There aren’t any.”

“There have to be — some.” The bandage is longer than she thought, unspooled in his lap. He winds it back up again quickly, hands blurring; darting around his wrist, tapping on his knees, flexing and locking, flexing and locking. “I mean, what if I became a misogynist?”

She snorts. “I think you’re good, honey.”

“No, Mom, what if? Think about it for real. You’d stop loving me, right?”

“I might knock you around a bit, but it’d pretty hard to stop loving you completely,” she teases. She pinches the stubbornly-clinging baby fat of his cheeks between her knuckles, ruffling his hair when he ducks away.

“Seriously, Mama.”

“I dunno, Will. I’d send you to work for your Auntie Di for a while, probably. Reckon she’d straighten you out good.”

“Okay.” He nods, twice to himself, chewing on his lip. The bandage is wrapped around his elbow, now, pulled tight enough that she can hear the groan of his joints. “Okay. What if I killed someone?”

“Be a pretty hefty secret for the two of us.”

“An innocent person. Cold blood, just because I wanted to.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I could, Mom. People are — unpredictable.” He picks at a hole in his shorts until it’s wide enough to slide three fingers through, pulling the bandage in after them. It looks yellowed next to the green of the fabric, worn. “Sometimes you think you know someone but you don’t.”

“I know you.”

She pushes on her turn signal, slowing to a near stop. Will’s twitching fingers unconsciously synch up, cri-tap, cri-tap, cri-tap. The rusted rims groan as her tires amble around the bend, quieting as she lurches forward. They both duck as she hits a pothole, narrowly avoiding the warped ceiling.

“Cold blood, Mama.”

“I’d — it would scare me, I guess.” The next few potholes are smaller — she can avoid them with some manoeuvring. A mouse darts out onto the road, rushing out from the surrounding cornfields, and she slams on the break, thrusting her arm out to the passenger side. Will’s hands come to cup over her forearm as he slams into it, grunting softly. The mouse sprints across the rest of the road, tail swishing behind it, disappearing into the stalks. She settles back into her seat, brushing across Will’s seatbelt as she does, and presses the gas again. “More for you than of you. For what would happen if someone came knocking.”

“You wouldn’t report it?”

“No I wouldn’t report it, Will, Jesus.”

“But I — but I did something evil.”

“This is a hypothetical, baby.”

“And in the hypothetical. You’re —” He scrubs his hand down his face, eyes squeezing shut. “You’re a good person. You have — morals.”

“I’m a person, Will.” The GPS beeps at her — twenty-five miles to the Tennessee border. “And I’m a mother before that.”

“So if I — you would just — just like that? You’d — forgive me?”

“I’d love you,” she corrects.

“But you wouldn’t forgive me.”

She shrugs. “Honestly? I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it.”

“So how do you know you’d still love me?”

“Because there’s nothing you could do, baby. I mean it.”

“Nothing?”

“Nothing.”

“Not even if I was a bully? Or a landlord? Or if I — liked boys?”

He says it quickly, or tries to, but he stumbles over his words, tripping over the syllables. Naomi sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, biting it hard.

“You would still love me, if I — if I —”

Keeping her movements steady, she removes her boot from the gas. Will glances, fast, at her tightening knuckles on the steering wheel, looking quickly away. She guides the car to the shoulder of the road, pulling into park, and kills the engine, unclipping her seatbelt and turning ninety degrees to face her son. Will crowds into the corner of the seat, hunching in on himself, shoulders tense and curling, hair failing over her lowered head.

“Oh, Will.”

His body shakes as she pulls him into her, hands trembling so bad they spasm, twitching out of the fists he makes. She shifts until both of her arms wrap tightly around her torso, ignoring the burn of the trench, tucking his forehead into her collarbone, dropping her lips to press against his temples, his cheeks, the crown of his head.

“It’s okay, baby.”

“It’s — not. I’m still, I can still —”

“Sh.” His tears drip onto her shirt, her skin. He chokes back a sob and she tightens, reflexively, pulling his whole body even closer to her, somehow, making space for his too-long legs, knees hitting his chest, feet dangling off the seat, gearshift shoved into his thigh. His chest heaves with the effort of keeping his cries locked up in his throat, hidden behind clenched teeth, squeezed shut eyes. His fingers cling onto her shirt, twisting the fabric so hard it warps. Her own fingers clutch desperately at the ridges of his spine, the inside of his elbow; squeezing, holding, bruising. His voice is rough as raw grit and reedy as pond scum, barely above a whisper.

“I like boys, Mama.”

“I heard you.” She rests her forehead on his shoulder, her own breaths shuddering. “I heard you, sweetheart.”

“I like — a boy.”

“Okay.”

“For a long time.”

Her swallow constricts her throat, shoving the air back in her lungs. How long, she cannot bring herself to ask — when was it, exactly, that he decided he could not trust her with this? When did she lose that privilege? Was it when he started protecting her from the pain in his life, or before? When he lost everyone close to him at once, or when he broke down and told her about it? When was she no longer the person he ran to when he was scared, nervous, afraid?

He used to come to her for everything.

“I love you,” she whispers, voice wet as it slides against the lump in her throat. She squeezes him again, and this time, he squeezes back, pressing his face into her skin. “Will Solace, you are what keeps me going, do you understand that? Come up here, baby, look at me.”

His eyes aren’t hers. He takes after his father, really; after his older brother once upon a time. But he speaks like she does and smiles like she does and stands like she does, and when he cries he gets that same look, like the ocean has emptied itself inside of him. She cradles both palms to his wet cheeks, thumbs pressing under his eyes, kissing his forehead, his cheekbones, wiping the tears away.

“Fifteen years long you’ve been the light of my life. I need you to understand that, Will. I have never loved anything like I love you and there will never be anyone who comes even close. There is no hypothetical, no situation, no anything that could change that. There are no parameters. None. You understand me?”

“Everything stops,” he croaks. “Everything has a limit.”

“Not me,” she says firmly. “You ain’t a baby no more, baby, but you’re gonna have to pretend for a moment that I know everything again. I am telling you that there is no boundary. And I am not giving you the option to disagree. You are my son and my sun and that’s final, Will. That’s final.”

His face crumples. She pulls him close again, sighing, letting him curl up in his lap like he’s ten years younger than she should be, instead of the ten years older he acts. She runs a hand through he knotted hair and another down his back and presses her lips to his temples, holding him every place she can reach, and rocks them, even though there’s no room to do it, humming slow and low under her breath.

“We’ll get there,” she promises, tapping a beat on his shoulders, pressing a kiss to his hair. “Okay?”

He nods into her neck. “Okay.” His voice is small but not cowering, thankfully; small like he’s hiding in her instead of from her. She fights the urge to sag into him, to burst into tears of her own.

“I love you, Will. No matter what and forever.”

“I love you too, Mama.”

[realredbanana]

hiii king, fellow will solace truther i see <3 fav will headcanons/canon facts ppl forget about/fav fanarts of him/literally anything else?

First of all, I personally quite like the headcanon that he originally had brown hair and it turned blonde when Apollo claimed him and, for canon facts, I love that he canonically carries around chloroform. Wish more people (including Rick. stop making my boy a defenceless idiot 😭) remembered/acknowledged that.

And, in my head, Will spent a lot of his time with his grandparents as a young child because Naomi was busy touring and she didn’t want to subject a kid to the constant loud noises (although, I do quite like the deaf/HoH Will headcanon, that’s always fun to read).

Also, not necessarily my favourite headcanon, but, a crack-ish headcanon/AU thing I’ve thought about recently is:

What if Will lived in a relatively Christian area as a kid and, due to his healing powers combined with the mist showing people what they expect to see, a bunch of people were just kinda convinced that he was Jesus. Like, let’s be real, if someone was walking around ‘waiting for Jesus to return’ and then they see some little kid just magically heal someone: they might wonder ‘is that him??? Is he back??????’. Basically just a prime example of ‘when the mist goes wrong’.

[i-spilled-my-soup]

Art prompt: Naomi loving everything about nico <3

[mentallyunstablequeen101]

Will solace does not swear

But when he’s passionate about something or *someone* it can get messy

But you do not want him mad. If you make Him mad good luck for you my friend highly doubt you will come back normal lmao. He goes hardcore cussing it’s really terrifying to say the least

I just imagine Kayla and Austin trying not to laugh at Will victim like “ oh hell no, buddy you are dead for underestimating him”

Nico is debating stoping it or he glitches and is secretly proud that his boyfriend is a badass

The whole camp is terrified and surprised

Chiron and Mr D are shocked since they hadn’t seen him this distressed in years since last time it was when getting to camp (in this senerio he had a abusive step father)

Apollo ( he and Will got close) and Nico manage to calm him down enough to bring him to a safe place and not hurt himself or others ( when’s he’s mad his plague powers get out of control)

Feel free to use this as a prompt let me know so I can read it when done, I LOVE reading what you guys come up with :)

[dragon-and-ink]

Day 2: Family

For @solangeloweek day 2 family prompt I drew Will coming out to his mom while they do a puzzle. I just want will to have a supportive family. Also no faces again, faces are so hard to draw on fictional people sorry.

Edit : Please click for better quality because for some reason it looks really bad if you don't

[Image description: this is a digital drawing of Will Solace and his mother, Naomi Solace sitting on a wood tiled floor with a light purple walls behind them. In front of them is a partly done multicoloured puzzle. Will is sitting criss cross, he has blonde hair and tan peach skin with frekles. He is wearing a orange camp halfblood t-shirt and dark blue pants. He also is wearing a clay bead camp halfblood necklace with 3 beads on it. He is wearing yellow Converse. Naomi has the same skin tone as will aswell as the frekles, she has blonde hair to just above her shoulders. She is wearing light blue high waisted jeans. A light purple and dark purple t-shirt. There is a conversation in talking bubbles :

Will: Hey mom, I've been thinking about this for a while and I want you to know that I like boys...

Naomi: Thank you for telling me, I love you sweetheart and there is nothing in the world that could change that.

End image description]

[scepticiism]

[i-am-a-book-fangirl]

Source: @cherryandsisters

how exactly did u come out :3?