Squid Game Season 1 Painting (I Miss Sang-woo So Much)

this is so good wowwow

‼️TW: SUICIDE, BLOOD, GUN‼️

Sorry for this

I QUOTE THIS MEME ALL THE TIME 😭😭😭

Frontman asking gihun to join him season 3 leak

so real

I was rewatching s1 and I don’t think ppl talk enough about how it was SANG-WOO that suggested they band together and fight back (ie protect others) if anyone got attacked in the night. It’s probably already been talked about but also the fact that he walked to a convenience store at 4am solely to buy a charger so Ali could use his phone. And then of course the ramen and the bus fare. AND ALSO him being the first and only person (besides Gi-Hun) to try and help the guy that got beaten to death.

Ik the point of his character is to be “morally grey” but I don’t personally consider him to be that grey. I think he is a good person placed in a life or death situation. Gi-Hun shows that he will also choose self-preservation when the situation calls for it (E.g. Il-nam and the marbles situation). Yet somehow Sang-woo is painted to be this monstrous, evil person. It drives me nuts!!!

hello! you’re very right anon!!

like everybody else in the game, he was a desperate person willing to do anything to turn his life around/get the money.

he is genuinely a nice person (you’ll see he as well tries to deflect that)! and he does genuinely care about the people he cares about. (i’m really not sure where the “he’s egotistical and only cares about himself” characterization came from-)

likewise, other characters show self-preservation as well,,,, as you mentioned, gi-hun (which is not brought up a lot mind you, “hot” take but i feel the cause of that is because il-nam isn’t a popular character, but also he is genuinely evil (gi-hun didnt know that at the time tho, he was just trying to survive))

while ofc, killing should not be the usual response, it was very much a life or death game and sang-woo (among the others) were thrown into a circumstance that was designed to bring out the worst in people. proven with the lights out fight, and further proven with marbles: designed to make people play against, and kill, their closest partner.

but ofc, people wanna put all the blame on sang-woo because he killed their favorite characters. they do this with others as well: a big example of this being myung-gi killing thanos and “killing” young-mi (even tho he literally didn’t).

well guys, guess what? sang-woo killed my favorite character too. himself.

sobbing AGAIN

This is a continuation of the cliff scene in which the Hwang brothers face each other on the same cliff again - and Jun-ho "pew-pews" himself

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(trigger warnings: guns, violence, suicide, blood)

❛ ━━━━━━･❪ ○△□ ❫ ･━━━━━━ ❜

In-ho lunged.

Heart in his throat. Legs burning. The world narrowed to the sight of Jun-ho’s finger beginning to tighten on the trigger –

“Jun-ho!”

And then –

The shot.

It cracked through the air, sharp and merciless, echoing off the cliffs like the final word in a conversation they never finished.

Too late.

The recoil snapped Jun-ho’s head back, his body jerking once before crumpling like a marionette with its strings cut.

“No!”

In-ho reached him just as he tipped backward, just as gravity began to drag him toward the cliff’s edge. His hand shot out, grabbing Jun-ho by the wrist, fingers wrapping around cold skin as the rest of his bory crumpled.

“No. No, no, no –”

The wind roared around them, cold and merciless, howling over the crashing waves below. But In-ho didn’t hear any of it – not really.

All he could hear was the ringing in his ears. The echo of the gunshot.

The silence that followed.

He gritted his teeth, muscles straining as he hauled Jun-ho’s body back, dragging him away from the ledge and into his arms. The sea roared below, indifferent.

He collapsed to his knees, cradling Jun-ho’s limp form against his chest. His hands were everywhere. Desperate. Wild.

One clutched at the blood blooming at Jun-ho’s temple. The other searched blindly – his throat tightening – fingers trembling as they pressed against his neck. His wrist. His chest. Desperate for a pulse. Any sign. Any hope.

“Come on. Come on, please –”

But there was nothing.

No pulse. No breath. No flicker of life behind Jun-ho’s eyelids.

Just stillness.

And blood.

So much blood.

In-ho let out a sound that didn’t belong to any language – broken, raw, and guttural. A noise ripped from the part of him he’d buried so deep he thought it would never surface again.

“No,” he gasped. “No, no, no –”

He pulled Jun-ho into his lap, cradling his head with shaking hands. One palm pressed uselessly against the wound, trying to stop blood that had already stopped flowing.

His other hand cupped Jun-ho’s face, thumb brushing gently over a cheek that was already growing cold.

“Don’t do this,” he whispered. “Please, don’t do this. Not like this.”

He rocked back and forth, holding him close, forehead pressed to Jun-ho’s.

“You’re okay. You’re gonna be okay,” he mumbled over and over again, like if he said it enough, it would make it true. “I’ve got you. I’m here. I’m right here.”

But Jun-ho didn’t move. Didn’t speak.

Didn’t breathe.

In-ho’s arms tightened around him, curling protectively as if shielding him from the wind, the cold, the finality of it all.

He’d done everything – everything – to keep this boy safe. Raised him. Carried him. Loved him harder than he ever allowed himself to love anything.

This was the boy who had clung to his pant leg at five years old. The boy who waited by the window when In-ho came home late from night shifts. The boy who used to fall asleep with his head in In-ho’s lap during movies.

And now…

Now he was gone.

“Come back,” In-ho begged, rocking him gently. “Please… please come back.”

But there was only the wind. The sea. And the weight of the body in his arms.

The weight of failure.

The weight of the one thing he couldn’t save.

He rocked him gently, like it would do any good. Like it would pull the life back into him. Like he was five years old again and just needed to be held.

But Jun-ho didn’t stir.

In-ho sat there, knees scraped from the rocky ground, arms wrapped tightly around Jun-ho’s lifeless body. The blood had soaked through his sleeves, staining his chest, his hands, his skin.

It would never come out.

Nothing would.

He didn’t know how long he stayed like that. Minutes. Hours. It didn’t matter. Time didn’t exist in this place anymore – not when the person who made it mean something was gone.

my heartbreaking, nauseating, squid game edit of the day. this actually had me going “no no no no no” while kicking my legs.

final three

sweethearts

I enjoyed drawing this season 1 team

(also I find cute the way Gihun protect Sae Byeok in this scene)

just wanted to post something ..🌨️☁️

Excuse me

You look like you love me

You look like you want me to want you to come on home

ao3, oneshot, 1.5 words

the sangihun cowboy au that no one asked for