I Didn't Realize Other People Had Already Drawn It Until Now But It's Fine Bc I Didn't Even Do Fishtail

I didn't realize other people had already drawn it until now but it's fine bc I didn't even do fishtail so ... Anyway here it is. Will with pigtail braids and ultra floofy ends :)

do you have a reference pic as to what you imagine will to look like w his braided hair? it’s such a cute hc 🥹

lemme tell you i have never run to pinterest so fast in my LIFE.

i wish i could draw!! oh well. in my head he’s got french braids (these are dutch braids, but same idea) on both sides of his head, ending in those cute poofy pigtails. (the second picture is most accurate except he doesn’t really have the same bangs, so the front is closer to the third picture).

some other little things about this headcanon:

- his mama used to do them for him when he was small. when he got to camp, silena did them for him, and she taught lee so he could do it when she wasn’t around. he was very bad at it. will didn’t mind.

- will had to teach himself how to do it after the war. at first he was very bad at it. he did mind.

- clarisse helped him relearn. silena taught her, too, when she was first transitioning. (great way to keep long hair out of your face).

- he doesn’t wear his hair like this every day, because it takes a good fifteen minutes to do well, and frankly he would rather sleep most mornings. but when he wants to feel good, he wears them.

- on their first holiday together (halloween), nico didn’t know the etiquette so he panicked and bought will elastics with little ghost charms, fully expecting them to be politely recieved and subsequently discarded.

- will was delighted with them and wore them regularly.

- as something of a tradition, nico buys him little elastic charms every time he sees them. every time he gives them to will, he beams, and nico blushes down to his toes and preens like a goddamn peacock. nico also gets very smug when he sees will wearing them, which is often.

- will’s hair is curly enough that the hair after he ties the braids off is very poofy. first time nico sees them, he starts calling him dandelion. it’s his favourite nickname and makes him melt every time.

- (nico frequently uses it when he wants something)

GODS i never knew i had so much to say about a hairstyle but i feel like i could talk for thousands of words 😭😭 thank you so much for asking!!

Here you go. Can you tell I don't do backgrounds? I don't want to talk about it haha. I've already made one of Keith so there's that.

Tomorrow I'm posting a small introvert so look out for that. Anyway, hope you guys have a fantastic day!🩵💙💜❤️

Here's the other side of the spread! It's just some screenshot redraws ( more like a sketch) and little Lance very happy in his shark onesie ( Keith got it for his birthday) I just decorated the rest with some dollar store stickers and gems but I really liked how it turned out :)

Of course my first post is Voltron related lol. I've been really motivated in the past two days and have been churning out art. I might digitize this soon but it really depends on how much school work I have :/ anyway enjoy my little brown eyed Lance ( @autisticlancemcclain this is for you ;] ) let me know if you want to see the rest of this spread and if you have any ideas of what else you want to see.

Hey @spotify . What the fuck

HEY SPOTIFY

WHAT. THE. FUCK

Happy Valentine's! Also how dare this make me feel single today op how could you

“Oh, gods, it’s late.”

It’s the movement rather than the words that draw Nico’s attention; Will has been muttering to himself for hours. He usually does. It’s odd for him to stay quiet.

“Hm?”

“Curfew,” Will says shortly, strained as he flips upside down to store his book with the others under his bed. Nico grips his ankle, grinning, the dozens of times his boyfriend has landed sprawled on the creaky floorboards flashing through his mind. (He’s always so whiny after, embarrassment making his cheeks flush. Sometimes Nico just wants to — squeeze him. He’s such a klutz.)

“I could stay here,” Nico offers once he’s upright again. He tries for his most casual expression, leaning back onto Will’s pillows like it’s nothing, no big deal. He hears Austin’s snickering from the bottom bunk and subtly stretches down to kick him in the shoulder. “Might be easier.”

“I’ll walk you to your cabin. C’mon.”

Nico sighs, flipping his DS shut and climbing down ladder after him. Austin sticks his tongue out as Nico passes, so Nico flicks him on the head. Will watches them with a roll of his eyes.

“Teenagers,” he huffs.

Nico slips his hand in his. “You are fifteen years old.”

“In body. In spirit I am leagues beyond you. Sagacious. Wise. Enlightened. Uh —”

“Full of himself?” Nico offers. “Pigheaded? Conceited, perhaps.”

Will pouts. Nico laughs, slowing them down and leaning up to kiss it. He’s warm, even in the cool, late summer night, and he shudders when Nico slides his hand in his hair. His palms rest — hesitantly, as they always do, waiting for Nico’s hum of approval, waiting for him to set the pace — on his hips, fingers curling.

“Harpies,” Will mumbles against his lips. “Bad.”

“They’re afraid of me,” Nico dismisses. (It’s true. They are. It’s one of the many perks of being the son of Hades, he supposes, along with his knack for finding dark, private corners to drag Will into.)

“Yeah, but —”

“William. Può esso. Kiss me, before I lose my mind.”

He can feel Will’s smile against his mouth, feel his willpower — ha — dissolving.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good boy.”

As much as Will indulges Nico’s bossiness, grinning and saluting and letting Nico get away with things no one else would even push, he’s still Will. And after a few more minutes of Nico pushing the envelope, he sighs, pulling away, ignoring Nico’s huff and rolled eyes.

“C’mon,” he says softly.

Nico lets him tug them down the path to the Hades cabin, only dragging his feet a little bit. He resists the urge to sigh again — he doesn’t want Will getting guilty. He doesn’t actually mind Will’s whole thing about meeting curfew every night, despite his complete disregard for almost every other camp rule. He knows it has something to do with the example he tries so hard to set for his siblings, and besides — on nights where Nico really can’t sleep by himself, Will doesn’t hesitate. If he showed up pounding on the door of the Apollo cabin in two hours, wide eyed and wired, Will would have him ushered inside and layered in his lavender wash-scented blankets in minutes.

“Hey,” Will murmurs, sliding his hand down Nico’s arms to rest on his wrists, squeezing gently. “I love you.”

Nico smiles tiredly. “And I you, tesoro.”

He stands on his tiptoes and presses a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of Will’s mouth, smiling at his shiver, squeezing his hands twice before walking through the heavy stone doors. He watches out the one-way windows as Will lingers, grinning, hand pressed to the spot Nico kissed, before turning back and practically skipping to his own cabin.

Nico shakes his head. “Dweeb.”

His own smile makes his cheeks ache.