between // worlds

you know on a view-master, when it gets, like — (caught between two slides) like one slide's our world, and the other — the other slide is the upside down. ind. will byers from stranger things. canon-divergent. multiverse. oc-friendly. sometimes doubles as an ask blog. activity is SLOW due to adulting. (thread replies come once a week.) to get a doodled response ask blog style, send in an ask with the keywords ASK-WILL!

[willthewxse]

“Happy Birthday, Will!”—from Albus ❤️

[ albus gets a very enthusiastic thank you from the birthday boy!!! ]

[willthewxse]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO WILL LOVE BETH AND HIS BOYFRIEND MATT, BOTH COME BEARING A PILE OF ART SUPPLIES AND MATT COMES BEARING A NEW STORY FOR HIM AND KISSES.

[ listen, the davis sibs are the BEST. he’s ecstatic ok!!! ]

[ also have this bonus bec will adores matt’s presents ]

[thetasteofsunshineonyourtongue]

Actual photo of will byers

//

Happy forty seventh birthday.

[byersscastle]

“Do you know what March 22nd is? It’s your birthday. Your birthday. When you turned eight, I gave you that huge box of crayons. Do you remember that? It was 120 colors. And all of your friends, they got you Star Wars toys, but all you wanted to do was draw with all your new colors. And you drew this big spaceship, but it wasn’t from a movie. It was your spaceship. A rainbow spaceship is what you called it. And you must have used every color in the box. I took that with me to Melvald’s and I put it up and I told everyone who came in: My son drew this. And you were so embarassed. But I was so proud.”

[nancy--wheeler]

💖

WILL wants to hold Nancy’s hand — (( @willthewxse ))

It had taken Will Byers TWO WEEKS to convince Jonathan and Joyce that he was old enough to watch The Shining with them. Joyce was currently ebbing through another rough patch of her grief over Bob, and didn’t feel much like laughing these days. The house felt eerily still without her usual manic energy, with all of its occupants at a loss for how to change it. And yes, while mature beyond their years, Joyce’s teenage son and his girlfriend were HARDLY experts in healthy discussions of grappling with loss. Like most other emotions, Jonathan’s instinct was to bottle it up. Which was getting them nowhere. Nancy’s approach to that issue last year? Had been VODKA AND DENIAL. Lots of both. Given the two choices, Jonathan had wisely taken over the brainstorming. He’d ultimately suggested watching the horror film from a few years back, insisting it might get Joyce’s mind off reality for a few hours. And wasn’t that worth doing?

But of course, when Will had asked to join in on movie night? The overprotective mother and older brother had shot down the idea immediately. Nancy had been the only one on Will’s side, pointing out that excluding him from the group activity might do more damage than the movie itself could ever do. And frankly, from her stand point? NOTHING fictional could ever be scarier than what that poor boy had endured in real life. He could handle a scary movie. Even with the combined efforts, Will’s PLEAS to his mother and Nancy’s reassuring words into Jonathan’s ear, it had taken every bit of those two weeks to help Will get on the couch that night. Nancy had seen how much that MEANT to Will, to not be treated with kid gloves for a change.  

Which was why Nancy felt her stomach DROP in disappointment when Will reached for her hand underneath the blanket they were sharing, obviously terrified but unwilling to admit his mistake. Nancy didn’t DARE draw attention to it by speaking. Jonathan was sitting just inches away on the couch, dutifully keeping his hands to himself in front of his mother (even as she could see the COPIOUS EFFORT that endeavor took). But she did slide her fingers between his, squeezing tight in reassurance as she glanced at Will out of the corner of her eye. When she HOPED she (subtly) had his attention, she took a deep breath in through her nose with her eyebrows expectantly raised in his direction. Then she let it out slowly, nodding towards him with a twitch of a smile, and PRAYING her non-verbal message was clear. 

“Take a deep breath. I’m right here. It’s okay.”

[creepyknees]

i’m writing a big fic that includes this but i drew it too because it’s just that important…stranger things season 3 where the two hawkins kids most connected to the upside down practically become siblings…el teaches will how to use his connection to manipulate electrical objects. they form a friendship deeper than words and make up secret codes for talking through the lights. and they also have supernatural fights over who gets the tv/atari a lot 

[perhapsarat]

read the interview from shawn levy about giving will a break next season so here’s the hard hitting story lines i hope to see!!

[willthewxse]

Will: What does BDSM stand for??

Steve, loudly: BIBLE DISCUSSION AND STUDY MEETING

[stagefours]

will byers is not weak!!!! hes badass!!!! requested by my bub Bartleby !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

this piece, along with IT fanart, is available on my shop in the form of stickers, shirts, and phonecases!! (+ more!) 

[starcourtgays]

Zombie Boy

[nicobvalle]

[mizunoir]

So I wrote a bit with @paladinscleric and the idea of gardener!Will appeared and it wouldn’t leave my mind so ;;; He’d be such a perfect and patient gardener 💮 ❋

[crypticdatesuggestions]

date the cold

the icy feeling that darts its tendrils across your body and never fails to make you shiver

the visible breath on your neck, hot but loving

he is cold and you are warm. and he knows your life cant always be cold

but he loves you

your presence sends cupid’s icicles through his heart

and when he envelops you in the snow or the dark

know how much he wants to melt in your arms

[willthewxse]

iitsnotjustadream:

The Davis boy blinked at Will’s sudden movement, glad that the other couldn’t see just how red his face was but he wrapped his arms around the smaller of the two regardless. Will’s question prompted a laugh, shaking his head as his chin rested on the other’s head. “I guess so. Man we could’ve been way less anxious a heck of a lot earlier,” he smiled, a hand moving to play with Will’s hair.

“FINALLY!”

Matt jolted but didn’t let go of Will as Beth appeared in the doorway, a knowing smirk on her lips as she leaned against the doorframe. “Not here to crash the party, Mom just wanted me to ask the Munchkin if he wanted to stay for dinner.” she added, positively beaming because she might’ve heard the last five minutes of conversation due to arriving too soon and not wanting to interrupt. “I’ll just go back down and you two can radio me or something. Let me know!” 

The door closes and Matt facepalms, grip still around Will’s waist but he couldn’t help but laugh. Beth had been waiting for years for him to man up and he finally did. Oh she was going to give him grief later. He also appreciated the sounds of Beth deflecting their other two sisters and their mother from coming upstairs, prompting him to give Will a sheepish smile. “Well at least we know Beth approves.”

HE hummed contentedly at the gentle fingers in his hair and at Matt’s warmth. It was nice to imagine them having realized their feelings earlier but Will was fine with things going this way too. Having found out after all the distressing events that almost got him KILLED ( twice! )  seemed ideal in the sense that now he had something WONDERFUL to help him recover from the awful ordeal.

SPEAKING of anxiety, the sound of the door opening followed by Beth’s voice instantly had Will raising his head; PANIC clear in his expression. The color quickly drained from his face and the only thing that stopped him from maybe diving to the floor and hiding under the bed was the fact that Beth looked-- pleased. And that was all the reassurance the young Byers needed. Beth’s approval meant the world to him.

WHEN she left, Will sighed in relief; smiling slightly at the sound of Matt’s laughter. 

❝ She knew how you felt all this time? ❞ He worried his lower lip between his teeth. ❝ I wonder if she knew that I liked you back. ❞ Beth was a sharp one. Will had a strong feeling that she could tell. Which somehow made it even more embarrassing. AFTER a pause he looked to Matt’s face, uncertain hazel eyes seeking calming bright blue ones. ❝ Do you think I should I stay for dinner...? ❞

[softbensolo-deactivated20200430]

CHARACTERS: Will Byers (Stranger Things)

Sometimes the bad guys are smart too.

[yourplayersaidwhat]

Cleric: i cast healing word Dm: what word? Cleric: (leans in nice and slow) bitch

[willthewxse]

ofpaladin:

    he  WISHES  the  boy  knew  just  how  B R A V E  he’d  really  been  ——  though  he  knows  he  cannot  SEE  IT.  he’s  so  caught  up  in  the  reality  of  everything  that  all  he  can  see  is  THE  FEAR;  though  michael  is  a  step  BACK  from  it  all,  and  just  the  fact  he’s  still  BREATHING  &  SANE  tells  him  that  will  is  STRONGER  than  he’ll  take  credit  for. 

     his  words  fill  the  wheeler’s  chest  with  LIGHT,  and  his  friendly  smile  will  WIDEN,  dark  hues  never  leaving  his  friend’s  gaze.  the  words  he  tells  him  have  MEANING  ——  and  he  already  knows. 

            ❛   you’d    have    stuck    by    me,    too.    I    KNOW    YOU    WOULD.    and    i    know                you’re    ALWAYS    HERE.    but … y’know,    i’m    sure    you    have    MORE    on    your             mind    than    i    do.    no    matter    how    STUPID,    or    how    SCARY  ——  you    can             always    TALK    to    me.    alright  ??    and    i’ll    NEVER    tell    your    mom.    promise.   ❜ 

IF his terrifying experiences taught him one GOOD thing, it's that his family ( and yes— the party was family ) would always be there for him no matter what. 

WILL let slip a sniff, Mike’s sentiments causing his eyes to prickle. The  youngest Byers may seem shy but he was never too proud to express his emotions in gestures, especially if words felt lacking. He turned to Mike with outstretched arms, gingerly pulling him into a WARM hug.

     ❝ —Thank you, Mike...      This really means a lot to me. ❞