#woebezine

[3remita]

posting a bit late, but this was my contribution to the WOE.BEGONE fanzine: WOE.BEZINE 💫 The zine is full of thought-provoking essays, amazing art and fics that brings out the best of the show:) amazing work from all contributors. make sure to check it out if you haven't already!

This was a sort-of appreciation piece for one of my favourite w.bg songs Cenotaph. Even today I think it's one of the songs that is just so explicitly Mike(y)(ael). Thanks for having me @woebegonefanzine !

[justice-falls]

ROAD TRIP!

my piece for @woebegonefanzine! check out the whole zine for more incredible pieces <3

[vosling]

UNTITLED COMIC FOR AN UNTITLED MAN

THE WOE.BEZINE IS OUT!! This was my contribution. Thank you so much @woebegonefanzine for organizing this. Bonus thoughts below the cut

This comic is based on a poem I wrote about in February 2025 + a Nobody-centering parody of Heroin by the Velvet Underground I wrote in the spring. I collaged the pages July 2025 with these writings and Season 17 in mind. I finalized and lettered the text fairly recently. The secret full title is UNTITLED COMIC FOR AN UNTITLED MAN, but I kept it as UNTITLED within the zine, as I enjoy how that interacts with "[UNTITLED] traveler" on the first page.

Collaging is one of my favorite art forms and it felt right to use it for a WOE.BEGONE zine. These images (depictions of reality) have gone through countless cycles of selection, adjustments, and happenstance, all for them to end up in my collaging material pile. Unknowable ripples of humanity and time. You could say I have turned waste into beauty. You could also say I was at the mercy of vacation brochures, science magazines, and wrapping paper. The pages were scanned at like 720dpi and processed into 600dpi spreads. I'm sharing them here at 35% resize. Again, cycles of transformation. Processes of creation and destruction interplay.

I think it's the best art I made in 2025. It shows my experience with collage and balances the abstract with concrete elements very well. People are steered through a narrative, while still having the space to create their own associations and find some personal connection with one detail or another.

Very happy to finally share it with the world.

[yupokaysuremhm]

🚨🚨ALERT ALERT! NEW WOE.BEQUIZ!🚨🚨

Is This What's Really Going On?

Can you choose what really happened in WOE.BEGONE without picking anything that didn't? This quiz is accurate for and contains spoilers thro

This was my contribution to the @woebegonefanzine! Keep an eye out on their account for the rest of the zine - everyone worked super hard and all the contributions look amazing!

[justjenah]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

For my submission to the WOE.BEZINE, I wrote an essay on how the narrative, the characters, and the audience all engage with the concept of ✨Primacy ✨ and how those things enhance the horror and storytelling of WOE.BEGONE.

Thanks to all the mods from @woebegonefanzine for all your hard work in making a gorgeous zine!

[hyperfocusedcloneshipper]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Very excited to share this fic with the world! I wrote it as part of the WOE.BEZINE. Download the fill PDF of the zine here. It's gorgeous and full of INCREDIBLE fanworks. Give the mods over at @woebegonefanzine your love! They worked hard to bring this zine to life.

[picturemecountingcards]

another acrostic for the @woebegonefanzine (first letters of each line spell out the title)

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“What are you, some kind of animal”

Waste your breath on things that never mattered, Hold your tongue till blood drips through your teeth. All that pain inside your eyes has settled, Through them I can see what lies beneath. Ages you have lived and died and suffered, Roiling waters took your only joy, Every friend you had, you’ve torn and shattered, You are empty. Here you’re just a toy. Open up and breathe through your surrender, Understand I don’t enjoy your pain. Such a fire still inside those embers. Only you and me. You miss the rain. Made yourself a lamb to be a sheepdog, Ever so prepared to bare your throat. Knowing you has made me soft as bedrock, I am now the only friend you’ve got. Now, don’t cry, big bear. It's worth it, that I promise. Dry your tears, this will be over soon. One of you could leave this place unnoticed, Fade away, just once in a blue moon. And you know, you’ve always been my favourite, Nightingale, impaled, forgives the shrike, Ichor spills, and if I try to save it… Me and you have always been alike. Amber eyes Like fire soon to spike.

[picturemecountingcards]

acrostic i wrote for the @woebegonefanzine. first letters of each line spell out the title

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“Still I linger here”

Stains on your carpet… the blood never there, Tainted by words never spoken. I am the poison, I lay myself bare, Lo and behold. I am broken.

Lo and behold, a miasma, a cancer, Illness and rot and decay. Lately I’ve felt like the air’s gotten denser Inked with his blood… can I stay?

Nearing dawn, I’m standing at your doorway, Ghosts of timelines shudder as I knock, Eyes and figures meet, a shaking foray, Ringing in my ears and rings of smoke.

Here you are, alive and warm and worried, Even as your blood still stains my mind. Raise your glass for what we’ve had to forfeit, Ere I break this too, I’ll break in kind