#and i lvoe you

[yangxiaolongprotectionsquad]

IM SHAKING CRYING THROWIBG UP BC IM THIBKING TGERE WAS A NORA BEFORE THIS ONE THAT DIED AND JAUNE HAD TO MOURN BOTH “NORAs” FUCK

MY HEART ACHES SO BAD I MISS GER SO MUCH I HAD TO LOOK AT IT AGAIN I HADNT SEEN HER NAME IN THEBSHOW FOR SO LONG 😭😭😭

[tacochippy]

@mhep24601 ik the post says over a decade but considering that 6 years is quite literally the maximum amt of time we could have become friends (and 6 years is nothing to scoff at) i think you shoudl read this post and know tis true

learning that people want you in their lives is a skill you can develop if it does not come naturally

[yyzh0u]

do people read that one oneshot with the nonbinary chinese kid who fights spirits for a living with constantine nd cassandra cain um yeah heres fanart of that bcos i rly like her outfit

[bytebun]

my piece for @thecodywanzine! thanks to the mods who let me go completely ham and cheese on this bad boy. this one's about living longer than you ever expected and not knowing what to do with it

[bugsnakes]

kissy

[catmask]

i had a vision while i was on the train the other day and knew i had to make it do a spinnyyyyy

OH THS FUCKING RULES HELL YESSSSS

[froggieetmblr]

been a big week for fnaf community fr so here are some doodles i did for fnaf ruin

and a few bonus stupid meme you don't have to mind featuring amanda

[pkghost-pkmn]

Celebi sketches ft. Dusknoir

[kabukiaku]

what a dreamboat 🥺💞

[mixxsweetheart]

ohhh i gotta draw this fit more

[sciderman]

red heads have more fun!

[hqbits]

worlds normalest oingo boingo fan

[datcravat]

we are SO back

[cutiecorner]

Caregiver Alfred during fall ♡

Looooves to decorate for Halloween. Any holiday really, but the fall and winter ones are his favorite. Will celebrate any holiday you celebrate with gusto!

Will let you play while he does yard work, or you can help, if you want. You may get to use the leaf blower. With supervision. If you're good

Always makes sure to have a cozy drink at the ready after you play outside.

Similarly, he always has a thermos with tea for outdoor outings. He has a separate one for you with your drink of choice (tea, cocoa, cider, whatever)

Makes sure you're warm 100% of the time. Inside? Blankets. Outside? Coat and mittens. All the time? Sweaters.

If you do get cold, he'll give you his coat, his scarf, his hat, anything. With only a little bit of nagging that he told you so. If you prefer to burrow into his coat while he's wearing it, he's not opposed.

He knits, but he's bad at it. He's much better at sewing. He still tries to make hats, scarves, and mittens, but he's a little embaressed when you wear them. Seeing you smile makes it worth it though :•)

Kind of an Instagram mom but for his own scrap books. Wants to take his little ones to all the fall spots, pumpkin patches, fairs, football games, all of it. Takes lots of pictures and makes pretty pages for them.

Insists he doesn't like American football but he's invested. He doesn't yell at the TV because it makes little ones anxious when he raises his voice, but he will swear in a very British way that makes you giggle.

Buys so much candy for October. Makes a lot of special spooky treats, too.

Goes very hard on making costumes. Nary a store bought costume in the house. He will make anything you ask in exquisite detail, and take so many pictures

[mediumgayitalian]

“Oh, shoot, sorry. Go back to sleep. Sorry.”

Nico shifts, blinking the sleep out of his eyes. The light in the infirmary is low, and strangely soothing. It’s almost hard to keep his eyes open. But he manages, rubbing his knuckles under the curve of his eyesockets, and searches in the dark until he finds what woke him up.

Will stands a couple feet away from his bed, figure curled and shadowy, owlish eyes wide and almost unnaturally reflective in the dark.

“‘S’okay,” he mumbles. “Couldn’t really sleep anyway.”

“Oh.” There’s a shuffling sound, and suddenly Nico feels warmer where Will has stepped closer. “You in pain?“

“No. Just bad at sleeping.”

“Hey, me too.”

Surprise at Will’s easy admission and a little bit starstruck at the bright flash of Will’s grin, Nico doesn’t have the chance to beat himself up over being so flippantly open. His teeth seemed to glow as much as the whites of his eyes, which would be creepy, except it’s hard to feel anything but calm as a cool night breeze wafts the scent of lavender from the sill planters in every inch of the infirmary, and it’s hard to think of Will as anything but warm. Especially the hand he places, briefly, on the curve of Nico’s knee.

“Insomnia?”

“Something like that.”

“Still. Sorry for waking you up.”

Nico hums, fiddling with his skull ring. “Why were you up, anyway?”

“Oh, I won’t have time to sleep for another couple days.”

There’s a mellow cracking sound, and then all of Will’s knuckles begin to glow a soft, sunset yellow. Nico startles.

“Apollo thing,” Will explains. A smirk is now visible at the corner of his mouth, forcing a dimple on his right cheek. In his hands, almost hard to see under the glow, are three small vials of something Nico doesn’t recognize. “Getting meds and salves in order.”

Hesitantly, Nico drags his gaze away from the clinking glass bottles, forcing himself to meet Will’s eyes. They’re ridiculously bright. Is that an Apollo thing, too?

“Why does that mean you can’t sleep?”

Will gestures to the myriad of occupied beds outside the curtains Nico has pulled up. “Shitton of injured, man. I got way more people than I got stuff. I prepped for the Romans beforehand, obviously, but I didn’t have a good hand on their numbers and didn’t prep enough. I’m short on supplies. Haven’t slept since Gaea did.” At Nico’s look of alarm, he quickly assures, “But don’t worry, I had Cecil brew me something strong. It’s disgusting, so I think it might be his Coffee Redbull Matcha Heartstopper Special, With A Shot Of Crushed Caffeine Pills For Good Measure, but I’m not sure. Hands are only a little shakey, though, feel.”

In a mirror of a few days ago (fuck, Nico hopes he’s kidding; how long can people go without sleep?), he darts out and rests his hands under Nico’s. Sure enough, they’re trembling, although nothing nearly as bad as before.

“Dangerous levels of sleep deprivation aren’t as bad as delivering a baby, huh.”

Will shudders. “Don’t even joke.”

He looks so genuinely horrified that Nico can’t help but laugh. All they’ve seen, all they’ve suffered — and golden boy is gagging at the miracle of life. If Nico wasn’t so sure that he’d seen at least as many gory nightmares as Nico, if not more, he’d tease him for being squeamish.

…Actually.

“What kind of school nurse wannabe is squidged out by birth?”

“Nurse?” Will squawks, snatching his hands away (Nico finds his own hands, strangely and suddenly, cold). “I didn’t go to seven years of med school to be called a school nurse wannabe!”

Nico narrows his eyes. “You didn’t go to med school. You’re fifteen.”

“As I said.” He grins teasingly. “I didn’t go.”

It takes Nico a second, but when he gets it he cannot physically hold himself back from kicking him. Solace, weak from muffled laughter, stumbles sideways into a lamp.

“Ay! Be careful, you wanna kill the camp’s only brain surgeon?”

“If he’s being annoying,” Nico bites back. He can’t quite stop smiling, and he’s embarrassed about it, but thankfully the darkness hides his face. “There’s no way you’ve done brain surgery.”

The shitty cot Nico’s been coerced into camping on for the next three days creaks as Will perches on the edge of it.

“Have so. In the woods, two years ago, removed a brain tumour. Stressful as shit.” He flashes another sideways grin. “Couple dozen more medical emergencies under my belt, and I might actually be as qualified as a nurse in this country’s garbage medical system. Thank the gods for them, honestly. They do a shit lot more than a lot of doctors claim to.”

Sensing the topic change for what it is, Nico doesn’t press any further. “That what you wanna do?”

“Aw, man, I don’t even want to think about it. The idea of someone else running this infirmary gives me a stress ulcer. Y’all do a lot of stupid shit and frankly some of the procedures I have performed exist in no medical textbooks anywhere, medical or no.” He snorts. “Anyways.”

His hands are blazingly warm again, almost like sun through a maginifying glass, when they pat his shin twice. He stands, stretching — more bursts of light appearing along the length of his spine, lighting what his fading knuckles leave out.

“Try to sleep again, Neeks. You’ll need it.”

“Maybe I should be the one to say that to you,” Nico says. Will waves his hand dismissively, and in a fit of impulse Nico reaches out and grabs it, meeting his raised eyebrow with a stubborn set to his jaw. “I mean it, Will. No one’s awake right now. I just woke up. Why don’t you crash for an hour or so? I’ll wake you if anything happens.”

Will hesitates. “If anything happens, that’s on me. It — I can’t let it be on me.”

“Do you trust me?”

Stupid question. Of course Will doesn’t trust him, Nico let someone die in front of his eyes, Nico is the bringer of death and darkness, why would he —

“Yeah.” Will sighs. Nico looks up, startled, but the medic is eyeing one of the few spare cots, face screwed up in consideration. “You’ll wake me?”

“Immediately,” Nico assures hastily. He nods his head at the bunk next to him. “Sleep, man. You look like you need it.”

“Oh, well, just what I’ve always wanted to hear from you. You look stunning, by the way.”

Nico knows it’s a joke, but he flushes anyway. Thank Hades again for the dark infirmary, and the length of his hair.

“Whatever. Sleep or don’t.”

“I’m going, I’m going.”

In seconds he’s out of his flip-flops, slightly-scratchy blankets turned up and wrapped tightly around him all the way up to his neck.

“Thanks, Nico. I owe you.”

In the next breath, he’s out, all that’s visible of him the flutter of his light eyelashes and the tangled mop of blond hair. He snores, slightly, with every puffed exhale; a tiny, stuttered sound, not unlike a cat. It’s kind of cute, and Nico’s smiling before he realising.

“You don’t owe anybody shit.” He shakes his head fondly, leaning back onto his pillows to keep an eye out. “Goodnight, Will.”

[buwheal]

yo you have a spamton itabag??

YES!!! it is my pride and joy and i wear it everywhere!!! it fits everything i could ever need... Including my DS and The Man Himself (mini vers is in his plastic prison...) . I used it to carry him around for the aquarium trip :-3

I have 2 of 3 of the official Fangamer pins... soon to be four because of the pinverse one i so desperately need to get my hands on.... plus some REALLY cute etsy acrylic charms i want so bad... I am very lucky that there are a lot of good pins and charms for the guy out there loll. The NON spamton ones are placeholders !