#woo angeles

[clearpoolart]

"You will have to lead."

A scene from Chapter 18, Of Saints And Sinners by @morningstarwrites

I've never done a comic before, and this challenged me in so many ways I've never experienced! I'd do it again in a heartbeat. Thank you Star for your amazing writing that inspired me to do this, I hope you like it! :)

I know there's probably a thousand mistakes lol but I'm really proud of how this turned out. (And of course I chose the LONGEST scene possible for my first time doing a comic)

[free-my-boy-grumbot]

the webbed site really seemed to like when I told people to listen to lemon demon because of his. uh. Interesting song topics so i’m gonna also do it with Will Wood. everyone listen to will wood some of his song topics include:

[scatting] i am having a gender crisis

I FUCKING HATE MY WIFE (in the court of law)

acab

Doctors and medicine are so evil. we should go back to the olden days when everyone fucking died it was so much better

MORALITY IS A CONSTRUCT <33)2?!!!!!!!!

Oh, you want me to be myself? …………………….……I’m sorry, who?

I’m going to find the most beautiful and poetic way to tell you that I should be put in a straightjacket

my hungry ass could NOT be a chemist! also, i’m not real

MORALITY IS A CONSTRUCT AGAIN 🤌🤌🤌

grips. vampire prettyboys

so you know Sixth Sense?

[jeffthekillerzblog]

hi tumblr happy pride here are my hcs

additional hcs:

toby - bisexual, he/him

clockwork - bicurious, asexual, she/her

ej - unlabeled, he/him

lj - asexual, he/him

jane - lesbian, she/her

mary - lesbian, she/her

liu - aroace, he/him

helen - pansexual, trans ftm, he/him

dina - bicurious, she/her

kate - lesbian, asexual, she/her

tim - heterosexual, he/him

brian - bisexual, he/him

lulu - aroace, she/they

ann - bisexual, she/her

[helluva-artblog]

Sometimes practical jokes can backfire a bit

[soupetiedee]

Liking a media doesn’t always mean excusing the actions of the creator. Taking a side on Twitter. Basically.

[the-real-will-wood]

Could you take a look at me?

-That angel of Laplace

am i bad? am i bad? am i bad? am i really that bad?

[localratwithcowboyhat]

Am I real that bad?

*Throws this at u and runs away*

( tumblr fucked up the quality so bad oml)

[starcry2903]

I did this because most of you Will Wood fans out there like The Normal Album :)

YOU CAN STILL REBLOG IF YOU'RE A WILL WOOD FAN!!!

( The first option's full title is "Suburbia Overture / Greetings from Mary Bell Township! / (Vampire) Culture / Love Me, Normally"

[sherlock-is-ace]

Ahh yes, the return of the boop laundering scheme :')

[penumbra-mayhem]

How to Trap an Alpha

— Asher & David & Angel Fic

This takes place about a month after the Inversion. It def goes against canon; I'm making everyone's response to the Inversion far worse (especially David, in this he didn't talk about the Inversion with Angel after it happened. Also I hc Angel as a transwoman, so expect she/her thx.)

Hope yall enjoy <3

TW: gore, panic attack, verbal fighting, grief, PTSD, flashbacks

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It was Asher’s third mistake this week—and his biggest. It had cost David one of the few security gigs he'd managed to book since the Inversion, and David could only chalk it up to pure negligence. He called Asher into his home office; the sight of him sparked panic in David, but he swallowed it and growled:

“This is unacceptable, Asher.”

“I know,” Asher replied, wincing at the aggression in David’s voice, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry’s not going to cut it. You know how badly we needed this gig.”

“I forgot—”

“—you forgot,” David scoffed, “You need to do better, Asher. I'm relying on you. The pack is relying on you. If they don’t get work, they can’t pay their rent or groceries or medical bills—”

“—I’m trying, okay?”

“Well you’re clearly not trying hard enough.”

“Yes, I am. Your standards are just ridiculously high.”

“You’re the pack beta. My standards have to be high.”

“Well can you lower them a bit?”

“I’m not going to coddle you, Asher."

"I'm not asking you to coddle me, but I tried talking to you last week—"

"—and I told you to deal with it. I trusted that you would."

"You wouldn't listen to me! Ever since the Inversion you've been practically unreachable. I've been trying to tell y—"

"—I don't have the time, Asher. I have responsibilities. I have people to take care of. I'm the alpha of this pack!"

“You’re not just the fucking alpha!” Asher barked.

David glared at him, “What?”

“Could you stop being my alpha for one goddamn moment and just be my friend,” Asher pleaded, "I know you're not doing well. How could you? How could any of us? I’ve tried checking up on you so many times the past couple weeks. You just keep ignoring me. And not once—” he gasped, his chest tightening, “—not once have you checked on me.”

Images flashes in David's mind at the sound of Asher struggling to breathe: Asher's mauled chest—the layers and layers of exposed skin and bubbly fat, heaving and stretching as he fought for air. Crimson sludge pulsing out of him with each beat of his racing heart.

Asher’s gasped in between words, “I know you want to b-be strong for everyone, but sometimes your strength just c-comes off as indifference. I-I miss my friend! I need my friend. Not my alpha. Fuck, I didn’t know l-losing Gabe would mean losing you too.”

Gabe. It always came back down to Gabe. David balled his fists tight. He’d never escape his father’s death. Never step out from his shadow. He tried so hard to be like his father, and yet everything he did seemed to be the antithesis to what Gabe would do. He wasn’t his father. He never would be. Everyone knew that. Everyone doubted him. And now the one person who’d always had his back was losing faith too.

David stared as Asher backed up against the wall of his office, shaking and hyperventilating. Gabe wouldn’t have let him get to this point. Especially after what he just went through. He would’ve checked on him. He would’ve cared.

Asher's face rapidly losing saturation, so contorted with pain that he looked monstrous. No sense of recognition when he looked up at David. Just pain and fear. It was a look David had never seen on Asher before.

Asher spluttered, “I-I don’t think I can d-do this…fuck, I f-feel like I’m going to p-pass out.”

Gabe knew how to respond to tragedy. He knew how to compartmentalize. He knew how to be a leader and a friend and a father. Gabe knew what to do, always. David didn’t. David didn't know anything. He tried to think of how Gabe would've helped Asher and came up empty. Every day it was like the memory of his father faded a bit more. How could he emulate someone he was slowly forgetting?

And if Asher died, would the same thing happen? Would David lose bits of him? His voice? His laugh? His smile?

Asher was a whimpering, gasping ball on the floor of David's office. He clawed at his own chest, mentally trapped somewhere between the past and the present. David felt the same.

Trying desperately to heal Asher. Asher's core clawing at David's, like someone drowning seeking anything to hold. David's core grasping at Asher's as it slipped away like smoke.

I should leave, David thought, panic squeezing his throat, I should call his mate and let them handle it. They're better at this. Asher's better at this. Ash would know what to do. Dad would know what to do. I don't. I can't. I'm frozen. I jus—

Knock knock knock.

"Hey, David, is everything..." Angel asked quietly as she cracked open the door. Her face fell as she saw the look in David’s eyes, and then Asher on the floor to her right.

"What the fuck? David? David?" Angel sputtered, rushing in. Getting no response from her mate, she crouched down in front of Asher, "Ash, sweetie, what's going on? Are you hurt?"

"C-can't breathe. C-can't..." Asher managed.

Angel whipped her head to look up at David, "What the hell happened?"

"I...I..." David muttered before looking away.

She turned her attention back at Asher, murmuring, "Ash, you think you make it to the living room?"

Asher gave a slight nod. He swayed as Angel helped him up; the feeling brought on a whole new wave of panic, causing him to whimper and grip Angel hard.

"It's okay. It's okay, I've got you. Just a little trip down the hallway, and I'll get you some water, maybe some ice, and we'll get that breathing slow again. It's okay, you're safe, I've got you..." Angel cooed, her voice fading as the two made their way to the living room.

Leaving Ash lying in the Underground. Wondering if he'd ever see him again. The ice-cold fear that it hadn't been enough. That the healing hadn't been enough to save him. That he'd die down there, alone. That he'd abandoned his best friend.

David's head spun. The panic he felt whenever he was with Asher was the same panic he felt whenever Asher left. He couldn't escape. David leaned against his desk as images flooded his head.

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About twenty minutes later, Angel appeared in the doorway. David's eyes shot up, red and glassy.

"I managed to calm him down a bit. His mate came and picked him up. They're on their way home now, I expect," Angel said, her voice tight.

"Good," David croaked.

Silence fell for a moment.

"What happened?" Angel asked.

David grumbled dismissively, “He lost us the Devlin gig."

"I already knew that. That's not what I'm talking about."

"It was just a panic attack. He's fine," David hissed.

Angel gaped, "What? What the fuck is wrong with you?""

"Oh fuck off." David growled.

Washing Asher's blood off himself in his bathroom sink. Angel offering to help. Telling her to go away.

"No!" Angel shouted, advancing towards him, "No, you do not get to tell me to fuck off. Not after I just helped your best friend off the fucking floor while you stood there and did nothing."

Gabe would have done something. Gabe would be so disappointed.

Angel lowered her volume, but kept the bite in her voice, "Look, I understand you're struggling, David. I don't need you to tell me that for me to see it. But that doesn't mean you get to be cruel. No more shutting me out. Now talk. What happened?"

He didn't answer. He couldn't. He felt his body instinctively fight the urge to keep from crying. Gabe used to let himself cry in front of people. Why couldn't David?

Angel ran a hand over her face, muttering, "Alright. Fine. I'm leaving."

Pack members sprinting. Splitting up. Leaving his line of sight. Leaving him.

She turned to walk out, and David heard the words before he even realized he was saying them, "I can't stop seeing him. How he was. Asher. On the ground, bleeding out. Every time I look at him, that's all I see."

Angel stopped, but didn't turn back around.

The words came rushing out like a flood. Like blood from an open chest. "I can't escape. Everywhere I look, there's something or someone that reminds me of that night. Something that sends my mind back there and then I have to claw my way back to the present, every time."

Angel faced him, biting her lip and furrowing her brow. David could feel tears burning his eyes, but he couldn't let them fall.

"I don't know how to handle this. All those fucking people, just...gone...I don't know how to be a leader after something like that. I'm doing everything wrong. I'm somehow pushing everyone away and yet not far enough, apparently, cause I'm still hurting people when I lash out. I'm hurting you. I'm hurting Ash. I'm hurting the pack. And-and..." David choked, "...and I just keep thinking how the only good thing about my dad being dead is he doesn't have to watch me as I destroy everything he built."

"No," Angel insisted, shaking her head as she walked back to him, "You're not destroying everything."

"I am, Angel," David cried out, his voice small. Tears clung to the edges of his eyes.

"No," she repeated, her hands resting on his hips, "you're not."

David let Angel pull him into her. He let her arms wrap around him. Let her shoulder hold his head as he began to cry. Finally. For the first time since that night.

His tears falling on Asher's face. The Shades and the screams so loud he could barely hear his own sobbing.

"Here's what we're going to do," Angel whispered, "We're going sit on our bed. I'm going to get you some water. We're going to talk. Afterwards, we're going to get some food. Maybe go for a drive, talk some more. And when he's ready, you're going to talk to Ash. Okay?"

It was a page right out of Gabe's book, and it took David aback for a moment. He almost kept the thought to himself. Almost.

"My dad would've said that," David mumbled into Angel's shoulder, “What you said, just now.”

“Yeah?”

David nodded.

"Is that good or bad?"

"Good. Makes me feel...steady," David assured her.

Angel pressed a small kiss to his temple and murmured, "I'm glad. Now come on, let's go talk."

[knightswan]

reupload of my will wood stamps part 2, f2u

part 1

[m3emah]

Will wood purple guy confirmed

[mportality]

NUTS . LIL PEEP !

SQUID GAME SPOILERS . MENTIONS OF BLOOD . MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE.

NOTE: I AM NOT A PROFESSIONAL WRITER.

Sae-Byeok had no chance in really winning. She was well aware of the position she was in — Fuck, she didn’t even tell Gi-Hun about the glass shard that cut through her abdomen. How could she? She told herself and Ji-yeong she’d get out for the both of them.

Her eyes said everything. She needed everything right now. She needed to get out. She needed to get out for the sake of her and her baby brother—but she couldn’t. She’s never given up like this. She wouldn’t make it. It was that feeling in her throat, a constant lump that made its home there.

She was going to die one way or another.

She wanted to feel alive one last time. To feel somebody’s touch that makes her heart warm—to feel love and trust one last time. She can’t. Not with the glass that dug into her skin, the blood flowing and staining her hands. The glass bridge ruined everything. She had a chance of finally getting out of here.

It’s not like she ever doubted herself. She didn’t. After Ji-yeong’s death, she affirmed that she’d do it. It meant one thing—life or death in that matter. The tears that welled in her eyes, the constant reminder that she could’ve changed this.

That glazed over look met Gi-hun’s, lower lip trembling just barely. She can barely even crack a smile; she’s lasted so long, and she can’t even do the smallest things. It’s like her eyes are completely empty—nothing there.

nothing lively.

She’s scared. She wants to get out of this—she needs anything to assist the feeling that she dreaded the entire time that she was here.

“Mister.” She murmurs, her voice a rasp as she rests her head against the metal. She swallows, glossed eyes meeting his. “I’d like to — go home now.” is all the strength she could muster up, hand gripping her abdomen, grip straining as it stains the palm. Fuck, she’s bleeding out.

That’s the last thing she can remember. Her eyes fall shut, and for some reason a euphoric feeling washes over her. The feeling of closure; that feeling you feel when you’ve achieved the greatest accomplishment of your life. Like riding a bike for the first time.

She doesn’t feel alive anymore.

There was nothing left of her, body limp against the headboard, tears drying against her cheek. She’s trying so hard to just stay for a moment longer, to stop the bleeding with even a little assistance from Gi-hun.

She had nothing other than trust when it came to Gi-hun. She trusted him more than anyone here—she felt safe. She had nothing for him other than that.

Sang - Woo, fuck. Gi-hun could’ve stopped him, could’ve helped Sae-byeok. Was there really any point of it? No, because Sae-Byeok accepted it. She accepted that this was the way to go. She didn’t want this, but it had to be.

Who was she to pick how everything came to a stop? Nobody in this hell hole got to pick how they died. Nobody got to pick if they were shot, beat to death, or fell to death. Nobody. So she couldn’t pick how she died.

And the world stops spinning. She’s suddenly at peace with her body, nothing hurts like it used to. Is this for the better, was this really what she wanted?

She’ll never know. Nobody would ever know because the same people overlooked her, and now they’re on her nuts.

[newts-frogs-toads]

This is so cursed omg

We can finally pronounce it!!!!

[suhyeos]

thank you for the past 9 months MC nana; you worked hard ♡

[manawari]

I had another cute/crazy idea involving Jin-chul + the S-Rank hunters. Lmao, why am I so obsessed with putting this man in stressful situations? Ahskdgalsgskdh

Imagine: the S-Ranks as babies (4 year old for Dong-wook) and they still have their powers intact.

- baby Yoon-ho turning into a fluffy white tiger kitty every time he's mad. He will most likely be the chubbiest among them, with or without his beast form.

- baby Jong-in being a gremlin who sets himself (or anything) on fire and walking around while giggling or laughing.

- baby Jin-woo staying silent and behaved for like half of the time, but if he's in the mood, he will run around and worse— he summons his shadows to play with him.

- baby Eun-seok summoning electricity every time he giggles, but gets worse when he's frowning.

- baby Hae-in being the well-behaved one, so she tends not to join trouble until she suddenly gets affected by the other boys' powers.

- baby Tae-gyu not wanting to let go of his bow and arrows and doesn't want to let the others burrow it. He also annoys them until a fight breaks out or if he shoots someone with an arrow.

- baby Byung-gyu being behaved like Hae-in, although with his mace in his hands, he tends to accidentally hit someone with it and then cry if he does so. He also nibbles on his mace a lot.

- 4 year old Dong-wook who has no idea what is going on, but it's not like he's gonna interfere when the babies are having fun. Him turning into a giant will make the perfect piggyback ride for the baby S-Ranks.

Woo Jin-chul is just holding the "Best Nanny" award.