#era: wish you hell

[redvelvetsource]

WENDY The 2nd Mini Album ‘Wish You Hell’ 🙏 2024.03.12 6PM KST

[icewindandboringhorror]

recent lounging babey images

[aejiajia]

🎼┊ ┊ ⋆˚  Wish You Hell

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#1 Intro : Crown

#2 Wish You Hell [TITLE]

#3 Best Ever

#4 Queen of the Party

#5 Los angeles

#6 Anywhere But Home

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Photobook, three photocards, one lyric book, random folded poster, sticker set, tiger keychain

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° Fans were pleasantly surprised with this release, as prior to the first announcement of the comeback there'd been no news about how Chaein would pursue her solo career outside of YG entertainment.

° Fans were warmly greeted with several music show and variety show appearances, something they weren't used to anymore due to the idol's previous limited appearances.

° After the release of the album, many fans joked that the titletrack of the album was directed to Chaein's former agency.

° Chaein was praised very highly for her vocal abilities during the music show appearances.

° The titletrack 'Wish You Hell' reached a pak and held it for for a month.

° Many idols did the 'Wish You Hell' Challenge, and it became popular even with non-kpop stans.

° Many were happy to see even more interactions between Chaein and other idols! With the other BLACKPINK members all making appearances in the behind the scenes videos plus Chaein interacting with her fellow idols at the music shows, with challenges and being given gifts from other idols.

° During the countdown for the 'Wish You Hell' release piano versions of the songs of the girl group BLACKPINK were played, making some fans emotional.

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∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ PHOTOCARDS

🏷 @illicee, @evasmlp

[aingeal98]

The fact that Israeli soldiers are raiding the homes of Palestinians families who've just had their children released from the prisons at long last and confiscating any signs of celebration + dispersing family gatherings should be a clue to anyone with a soul that these fascists view any form of Palestinians joy as a threat to their glorious racist state. But of course zionists are going to stick their heads in the sand and pretend like this is just another issue that'll be solved through Hamas being destroyed. Never mind that Hamas is the only reason those Palestinian hostages got released. You can rightfully condemn them for the murder of innocents but the fact remains that those children have finally been freed due to their actions. It doesn't excuse anything, but it does add more condemnation towards the Israeli state. October 7th should never have happened and the fact that capturing Israeli hostages was the only thing that could force Israel to release the women and children it kidnapped is proof that the fascist state must be destroyed in order for actual peace to be found. The Israeli state has made it clear that it will never stop brutalising and tormenting Palestinians unless it is forced to. You can stand against genocide and oppression or you can hope the oppressors grow a conscience after they kill enough enemy children. And even if you do only care about Israeli citizens, you should know that there will be no true peace for them as long as their sense of security is reliant on Palestinian misery. Which it has been since the state's foundation.

[skrunksthatwunk]

went back to the sketchbooks around when i was going through yyh for the first time in 2019 and found a pile of near-yearly sticky note updates about my relationship with the series next to my first yyh doodles, a page full of kuwabaras. thought it'd be fun to share

+ more thoughts and old yyh art below

(it's crazy i didn't find any kurama-centric pages for months bc i think he's the one i doodled in the margins of class notes and stuff the most. his hair's pwetty and he gives me the least trouble outta any of the main 4)

something i noticed while skimming the two sketchbooks i took these from was how mean i was to myself at the time about my art. i guess it hit me more because i don't really spend hours going through my old sketchbooks over and over to track my progress and growth like i used to quite often. i guess it was only a little after when my self esteem was lowest (8th grade, tale as old as time), but... idk. i knew back then that i'd grown a lot in the few years since i started drawing more seriously (that's why i looked through my art so much), but like... i guess that never translated into being nice to myself about it. i ended up going back through about ten more sketchbooks to find more yyh art, and in the coming years i'm glad to say that negativity in the margins went away. hell yeah

but even so, my love for yyh was a constant and effusive thing, as it is now. it's probably the oldest of my current media interests. i watched myself get into rgg and develop my ocs and watched others fade in and out, watched my style loop back on itself and go all over the place, passed by pages of writing about crushes and album releases and gender discoveries and my grandparents dying, all surrounded by little drawings of the characters i love. including kuwabara in a maid dress right next to my dead grandma grief rambling that one time (no i'm not kidding. my grandma died in like late 2020 and the page where i poured my heart out after finding out she was gone just trying to process everything had one with catboy maid dress kuwabara directly opposite it, who i'd drawn like the evening before she died in her sleep. he killed my grandma from like 100 miles away he was that powerful. that wasn't even the last time i drew him like that and i don't even care about catboys or maid dresses much. i think it was just a bigger meme and he was the guy i most associated with cats. i put that man in a situation and he fucking got her because the book couldn't contain him. some victor frankenstein shit. anyway)

i took about 150 pictures, most with multiple sketches. i decided not to add any more though bc 1) i posted some of them on old accounts but i don't remember which ones, and tbh i value my anonymity a little too much 2) All Of The Pictures Turned Out Bad in ways i don't feel like getting into but just trust me it's like 6 layers of fucked up illegible image bullshit 3) i found it hard to narrow it down to things i felt were indicative of the development or interesting or anything like that. idk. i figured it was an interesting exercise for me and it probably wouldn't really mean anything to anyone else. and that's ok :) it was nice anyway. i mostly mention it to be like Oh My God i've drawn these guys a lot and i STILL don't know what i'm doing... :| it's fun

however i did transcribe the notes i left:

7/9/19: yo it's been less than a week & i'm on ep. 80 wtf i love this show

8/14/20: 1/2way thru my 3rd watch (first dub, first [with older sibling]) & honestly still love it & kuwabara being the first one i drew makes me happy

7/28/21: i'm watching it w/ [younger sibling] now! 4th(ish) watch, 2nd time through the dub, which is so much better than the sub really elevates the text. we're at the semifinals of the DT, which means this is technically my 5th time through yyh up until that point but eh semantics anyway i still love & obsess over yyh! <3

1/14/24 (present day): hey, i'm rewatching yyh for the.. idk 5th or 6th time. still love it & never stopped. now i'm writing fic & drawing & posting about it. i have friends i talk to about it. [both siblings] have seen it. so much has changed, and so little, but it made me sad seeing how much i insulted my own art. i love you 2019 me. god knows you needed it

[+ this drawing]:

anyway. forever fornever. if you even care

[skitskatdacat63]

thank you for the historical au seb

this is for you

005 DO YOU WANT TO KILL ME!?!?!?! DO YOU WANT ME TO DIE!?!?!?!?(positive) I AM GOING TO CRY YOU ARE GONNA KILL ME WITH THIS 🥹 I'M GONNA SOBBBBB!!! I'M GONNA STARE AT THIS FOR 5 HOURS THANK YOU THANK YOU THANKNYOU!!!!

OH MY GODDDD!!!!!!!! 💕💕💕💕💕🥹🥹🥹🥹🤧🤧🥹🥺🥹🥹🤧🥹🥺🥹🫡🥹💕😭💕💕

HE'S SO CUTEEEEEEEE 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I LOVE THE WAY YOU DREW HIM!!!!!!!!! You drew him perfectly 🥺🥺 grumpy little boy king Sebby 🥺🥺 and his fluffy hair and huge clothes 🥺🥺 all curled up 🥺 Omg the robe!!!! Hehe im glad the little hearts I put didn't go unnoticed!!

[lecliss]

I miss when Sasuke's primary color was blue. I've never been a fan of the color purple for him.

[tobestik]

i am being so brave by not posting entire essays about why d*v*d chr*st*ph*r f*l*n* and j*hn f*vr** have absolutely ruined st*r w*rs

[ryan-waddell11]

Ticketmaster should NOT be allowed to change the prices of tickets mid sale. IT’S SO UNFAIR THAT PEOPLE NEAR THE BEGINNING OF THE QUEUE GET TO PAY $200 PER TICKET AND FOR THE SAME TICKET LATER IT’S $700+. BULLSHIT.

hopefully Capital One presale won’t screw me over for @taylorswift tickets tomorrow, especially since I was boosted and still got waitlisted for today.

[redvelvetsource]

WENDY The 2nd Mini Album 〖Wish You Hell〗 Concept Clip : Sea of mind 🙏 2024.03.12 6PM KST

[m0e-ru]

(reading my own ao3) wow this bitch is so correct and on point i wish there was more . cmon guys look at this shit https://archiveofourown.org/series/2536405

[theramblingvoid]

Ghosts are the most efficient and financially feasible way to staff a space craft. In space travel every kilogram of food, equipment, and personnel costs a fortune in fuel, minimizing weight is always the biggest goal next to safety and function. Ghosts? Weightless. The food and water they need? Nonexistent. What I'm saying is, moon's not haunted ENOUGH. Put down that shotgun and appreciate my NASA (Nonliving Apparition Space Agency) project proposal god damnit -

[aejiajia]

💾 ┊ ┊ ⋆˚  STAN Twitter!

Wish You Hell has released.. what do fans think?

🏷 @illicee, @evasmlp

[shewhosleepsalotincemeteries]

Dead Horse by Hayley Williams is such a fucking song

[fceriestcrdst]

oscar & pedro im gonna need both of y'all to please LET ME LIVE IN PEACE

[sttoru]

·.⌇ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. you’ve been one of sukuna’s many concubines for quite a while now. yet, you still cannot get rid of the jealousy in your system whenever he interacts with the other women in his harem.

wc. idk around 1 to 2k

tags. true form!sukuna x concubine!female reader. angst (hurt to comfort), fluff, suggestive at the end. heian era. you call sukuna ‘my lord’. reader gets called ‘brat, little girl’. size difference. no part2, don’t ask i beg. not beta read.

“get back here, brat,” sukuna raises his voice as he follows you. he isn’t one to care about others’ emotional outbursts, yet here he is, chasing you after you’ve poured out your heart to him.

you don’t know why you’re this upset. you do know, however, that it’s childish of you to walk away mid dinner. you should’ve just stayed seated and refuse to let the thoughts consume you.

now you’re speed walking down the hallways of the estate—your legs carrying you as fast as they can without actually making a run for it. your mind keeps replaying the ‘unsettling’ scene that caused you to flee.

you remember it vividly. the sound of sukuna’s low, amused chuckle. how intrigued it was because of something another concubine told him—how he stopped chewing to say something back to her. which he rarely does.

hell, you’ve never seen him laugh around his other concubines.

“i do not wish to talk to you right now, my lord,” you reply, voice raised so the distance wouldn’t make it a hassle for the king of curses to hear you. you know that feisty attitude of yours entertains sukuna to no end.

he raises an eyebrow once he’s heard your voice; how it’s dripping with envy and hurt. you’ve never reacted like that before—at least not in his presence. it made him want to figure out why and how.

though, he can easily guess the reasoning behind your sudden defiance.

“oh, that so?” sukuna hums. he’s lenient with you this time around. he could catch up to you in under a split second, but he decides to give you that sense of accomplishment first before completely destroying it. he walks after you slowly, your fast steps being the same tempo as his slow pace.

you don’t answer. you’re stubborn. you have no right to feel jealous. you are a fairly new concubine—only a couple months ago did you join sukuna’s harem. yet, the time spent with him was precious.

he treats you differently. everyone notices that. everyone tells you the same. you know he does by the way he lets you off the hook with most stuff you say and do.

you don’t know what you did to gain his favouritsm, but it’s addicting. his attention is addictive. real addictive.

you had sworn not to develop any unneccessary feelings for that ruthless sorcerer. but, with the way sukuna treated you so gently behind closed doors, it was impossible not to.

you eventually reach the doors to your chambers. you slide them open and wish to close them behind you, only for a big hand to halt those movements. you freeze in place and refuse to look up at the owner of that said hand.

“look up,” sukuna demands. his voice causes goosebumps to appear on your arms, but you still don't budge. he clicks his tongue. that’s your first warning. two more and your punishment will be carried out, “we can do this the hard way too if you want.”

you turn your head, your fingers curling around the material of your kimono. you really should not feel this way about a little interaction between sukuna and his other concubine. that is none of your concern. what he does with those other women is none of your concern.

and yet. . .

“i don't want to,” you retort. sukuna walks into your room with a sigh. each step he takes forwards, you take backwards. your back finally bumps against the wall next to your bed.

sukuna towers over you, his tall and big frame making you feel vulnerable. especially with the way those red eyes of his are staring down at you. he crosses all four of his arms before speaking.

“tell me what’s running through that head of yours,” sukuna inquires sternly. he isn’t playing around anymore, you can tell. you glance the other way—knowing that he will laugh at you the moment you tell him why you’re upset.

you have a feeling he knows the reason behind your tantrum anyway.

“it’s nothing of importance, my lord,” you shake your head and relax your tense shoulders to make you seem less upset. your words have some truth in them—you don’t think your feelings of envy hold any value to him.

sukuna sighs again. he’s trying his best not to be annoyed at you. you’re his favorite and he wishes not to sadden you any further. he steps forwards, one hand moving to cup the side of your face.

his rough fingers play with a string of your hair, “i’m not stupid, little girl. i don’t like it when my woman is in distress.”

your heart skips a beat. this is what confuses you—how he can go from stern to gentle and vice versa. it’s surprisingly unexpected, which makes you long for more. even if his behaviour is confusing.

you look up at sukuna. your eyes meet for the first time in a good couple minutes. the corner of sukuna’s lips curls up into a satisfied smirk. that’s one step closer to getting you to open up.

“now,” the king of curses lowers his head to your eye level, the proximity all the more nerve wracking. he holds your jaw super tightly out of the blue. it makes you whimper.

“spit it out.”

there it is. the duality of the man strikes once more. you swallow the spit that’s been building up in your mouth. you bite your bottom lip lightly, trying to gather and form the right words to explain yourself.

sukuna wouldn’t understand. he’s a cold-hearted man who doesn’t care about such ‘trivial’ matters. he’ll just call you stupid, pathetic or whatever other derogatory term.

you stop your thoughts for a moment.

“it’s really just a stupid thing,” you mutter. your fingers curl around sukuna’s wrist—the one hand he’s using to firmly hold your jaw. you take a deep breath in, “i did not like it when you, errr. . . when that woman talked to you at the dinner table.”

your voice is clearly dripping with jealousy. pure, pure jealousy. and for what? because he talked to his other concubine. you feel stupid. you thought you discarded your personal feelings for the sorcerer before you the moment you turned into one of his many women.

“that woman?” sukuna tilts his head, feigning ignorance. that little grin on his face tells you enough. he’s playing with you like some form of entertainment. well, technically you are.

he wants you to be specific. he’s forcing you to be by acting like he doesn’t know what you’re talking about.

in all honesty, sukuna’s already forgotten what that woman had said to him. it wasn’t and still isn’t worth remembering. all he can recall is your adorable facial expression when you saw him interact like that with his other concubine.

that little frown on your face was priceless. it makes him want to keep teasing you.

“you know who i am talking about, my lord,” you huff, trying to look away, but get stopped by sukuna readjusting his grip on your jaw. he firmly yet gently taps your cheek once and you know what it means.

“attitude,” sukuna warns with a quick hiss. he can let you say whatever you want to him, but you also have some limits regarding which tone you use with him. you apologise quietly under your breath.

the king of curses nods in satisfaction before releasing the grip on your jaw. his large hand trails down to your neck, thumb rubbing up and down your throat, “so, my little girl is mad at me because i talked to another concubine of mine, huh?”

you nod mindlessly. sukuna can easily get you to comply with him—to obey his every word, simply with his actions. the terms of endearment he uses are the cherry on top. they slip off his tongue so easily with you.

“tsk tsk,” sukuna shakes his head. his hand is now on the back of your head, fingers tangled into your hair. he’s staring down at you with a smug expression. he knows he’s got you wrapped around his finger, “how childish of you.”

you knew that would be one of the things he’d say to you. what you didn’t expect is for him to go for a kiss right after. his lips land on yours firmly, and to no surprise, you instantly return the gesture.

your arms wrap around his neck—your chest pressing against his. sukuna wastes no time in picking you up and letting your legs encircle his waist. he’s not pulling away for air to breathe and you don’t either.

“you’re going to listen to me, yeah?” sukuna murmurs between passionate kisses. he’s holding onto you tightly with two arms, his free hands roaming over your body whilst he pins you against the wall.

when you whimper out a weak, high-pitched ‘yes, my lord’, he smirks against your mouth before turning to kiss your neck. he slightly bites the skin to make sure you’re paying attention to him.

“i don’t remember what that woman said,” sukuna continues, nearly out of breath because of the kisses he’s leaving all over you. he easily grabs both your wrists and pins them above your head on the wall, “i was too busy lookin’ at a much prettier concubine of mine.”

he pulls back a little so he can look you in the eyes. you’re panting and embarrassed by what he just said. one of his hands finds your face again, tracing the shape of your mouth.

“my favourite,” sukuna whispers whilst licking his lips. you can see it in his eyes: he’s silently planning out how he’s going to remind you of your place. your place as his favorite concubine.

he dips his head back down, aiming for the valley between your breasts. he closes his eyes before sucking on the surrounding flesh;

“guess i’ll be nice for once ‘nd show you just what it means to be my favorite so that you’ll never dare forget it again.”