#wiseone

[forgetmenows]

cr. levinlein / bbluesides

[forgetmenows]

cr. strngconnect

[tokki-will]

midnight mass will byers au 🤔

[forgetmenows]

Wiseone/Henwill “no powers, no Upside Down au” x “Hands Clean”

[bopbyers]

i know it’s been talked about to death and different versions have been discussed

but god can you imagine henry meeting will as his friendly neighborhood self instead of taking him right away? slowly building that relationship over the years uhh

will has great power he wants. will reminds henry of himself. if el didn’t work out, maybe will would.

he doesn’t send the demogorgan. instead, he meets will one night when the 12 year old is most vulnerable and neither joyce nor jon are paying much attention to him

will tries to tell the party about him. they don’t believe him. mike almost does, but it just seemed too far-fetched.

henry uses will’s disappointment to start driving the wedge in bt him and his friends; family was next.

his goal is to basically groom will into using his powers when he’s older and stronger and brainwash him slowly over the years. maybe even take him (into his mindscape?) when he’s old enough/“ready”

when he takes will/starts using his abilities, that’s when he starts his “haunt” of hawkins

[neptunhyperion]

i JUST finished reading your fic and OH EM GEE I ADORED IT SOSOSO MUCH i ran here to tell you aowjqoqj. im not joking at all when i say i couldnt leave my phone while i was reading all the chapters, i was genuinely so captivated by not only your writing but the plot aswell u have an absolutey INSANE talent. I DIDNT EVEN LIKE THIS SHIP BUT OH HOW THE TABLES HAVE TURNED OH BOY

pls continue writing i am SO EXCITED FOR WHATS NEXTTT, by the way your art is exactly how i envisioned them while reading its so beautiful🥹

Oh truly, thank you so much! I’m honestly so happy to get this kinda feedback, what an honor!! <3 How sweet <3 <3(And welcome to the Henwill/Wiseone fandom!) I’m so glad you found me here on tumblr <3 Part 2 is (scheduled to) launch on August 14, so you can look forward to weekly uploads leading up to a big highlight for chapters 7/8 during spooky season (the plot is going to be wild for Part 2, I’m researching like a madman, haha and it's getting crazy). Thanks so much for appreciating the art! I’m still figuring out what style I’d like to use for these two (it’s so much fun!) - attached is a current wip; I’m not sure yet if I’ll do it in color or with screen tone…

[reluctantbylerblog]

vecna should have been so obsessed with will that the second most popular will pairing would have been wiseone. and bylers would have left miIeven in the dust and had ship wars with wiseone shippers. I don't even ship wiseone but it should have been the stranger things version of darklina. it should have been like when people ship count orlok and ellen. the toxic shippers of the world (affectionate) deserved that much

[lune-moon-nuit]

First of all, wow. My first impression reading your response was literally just HOLY SHIT WOW. That is so insightful. I savoured each and every single word. Thank you so much! And secondly, the post that I mentioned was "The language of possession" btw. Tbh looking back at it now, I can't believe I'm feeling so nostalgic about november as if it were my childhood. I was just so full of excitement and hope for the wiseone storyline (I didn't even worry about byler lol). Bad writing is one thing. Bad writing that should have been good because there was set-up for something so much more is a whole other level. This will probably haunt me for a long time to come. I can't imagine how disappointed Noah or Jamie must have felt. But anyways, enough of this lamentation, is there any kind of role or genre you'd love to see Noah play in the future?

Thank you so much, truly. And yes, “The Language of Possession” was written during that strange and beautiful moment when many of us still believed the story would honor Will’s pain, sensitivity, and humanity with the depth it deserved. Back then, there was still a sense that the narrative remembered its own soul. November feels nostalgic because hope itself can become a memory. Sometimes we do not miss a period of time so much as we miss the version of ourselves that still believed something meaningful was about to bloom.

And honestly, I think that is why the disappointment surrounding season 5 feels so unusually painful for so many people. Poor writing alone rarely devastates audiences to this degree. What truly lingers is unrealized potential. It is the feeling of standing before the ruins of a cathedral while still being able to see, in your mind, the masterpiece it could have become. The foundations were there. The symbolism was there. The emotional architecture was there. That is what makes it haunting.

At the very least, I have found solace in a piece of writing that honors the relationship between Will and Henry with the depth, psychological complexity, and tragic intimacy that many of us genuinely believed season 5 was building toward. The fanfiction written by @michaelswilliam, titled “he chased me, and he wouldn’t stop”, honestly feels less like simple fanfiction and more like an act of emotional restoration.

What makes it so compelling is not merely the quality of the prose, but the fact that it understands something the series itself gradually seemed to forget: trauma creates invisible threads between people. Especially between victim and aggressor, between loneliness and recognition, between fear and fascination. Human relationships, particularly those born through pain, are rarely simple. They are labyrinths made of mirrors, guilt, longing, projection, dependency, and sometimes even a desperate desire to be understood by the very thing that destroyed you. And that story explores those contradictions with remarkable intelligence and sensitivity.

In many ways, it reminded me why so many people became attached to Will’s storyline in the first place. Not because audiences wanted darkness for the sake of darkness, but because there was an extraordinary psychological and symbolic foundation beneath it all. Will and Henry represented two opposing outcomes of suffering: one child consumed by isolation until he became hollowed out by resentment, and another who continued searching for love and connection despite unimaginable pain. Their dynamic had the potential to become something almost gothic in the literary sense, like two souls trapped inside the same storm yet walking toward radically different destinies.

What this fiction understands beautifully is that horror is rarely just about monsters. The greatest horror has always been emotional. It is abandonment. It is loneliness. It is feeling unseen. That is why stories centered around psychological intimacy often resonate more deeply than spectacle ever could. A creature may frighten us for a moment, but emotional truth haunts us for years.

And honestly, after the disappointment many people felt regarding season 5, reading something created with such care, sincerity, and emotional coherence genuinely felt healing. Art cannot rewrite canon, of course, but sometimes it can give back the meaning that audiences felt was lost along the way. Sometimes fan creators become archivists of the emotional truths a story abandoned before reaching its natural conclusion.

That is why I sincerely encourage people to read it. Not because it will magically erase disappointment, but because it reminds you of what made these characters feel alive to begin with.

As for Noah and Jamie, I genuinely believe they understood their characters with far more emotional intelligence than the writing itself ultimately allowed. You could see it in interviews, in the care with which they spoke about trauma, loneliness, shame, love, and connection. Actors often become guardians of truths the narrative itself eventually abandons. And there is something quietly tragic about watching performers pour sincerity into characters while realizing they no longer control where the story is taking them. Acting can sometimes feel like being handed a compass while someone else insists on steering the ship into the storm.

Regarding future roles for Noah, I honestly think he would thrive in darker and more psychologically layered projects. There is something deeply cinematic about the way he performs emotion through restraint rather than spectacle. Some actors act with dialogue; Noah acts with silence, with eyes, with micro-expressions, with the tension of someone trying not to collapse internally. That kind of acting is rare, especially at such a young age.

I would absolutely love to see him play a gothic protagonist — something melancholic, atmospheric, emotionally haunted. A role where vulnerability itself becomes almost ghostlike. He has the physicality and emotional texture for it. There is an almost tragic-romantic quality to his screen presence when he cries or looks at someone with longing, which is why the wasted potential surrounding Will still frustrates so many people. It felt like watching a candle capable of illuminating an entire cathedral being hidden under a cloth.

Oddly enough, I could also imagine him excelling in a role similar to a young Hannibal Lecter archetype — not in a caricatural “evil mastermind” sense, but in the sense of a deeply intelligent, psychologically fractured character whose darkness is subtle and magnetic rather than loud. There is an intensity beneath his softness that I think filmmakers have barely explored yet.

At the same time, I would genuinely love for him to finally receive a beautifully written romantic role — especially one that treats queer love with tenderness, dignity, and emotional sincerity instead of reducing it to tragedy, ambiguity, or subtext. We have technically never truly seen Noah portray a fully realized, openly reciprocated romance on screen. And considering how much emotional chemistry he can create through the smallest glance alone, I think a delicate romantic film or series could be extraordinary.

That is probably why so many people remain captivated by his performances and dynamics with others: his acting understands the language of yearning. And yearning, when portrayed honestly, has always been one of the most powerful forms of cinema.