#rinrins ౨ৎ rambles

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someone pray for me because i have an exam at like 9:30 (its like 8:48 rn im still studying..) and my preparation is absolutely HORRID. i have nothing in my head except for tamed-dashed of enhypen, 5 hours of sleep, and also sheer will that i’ll somehow get through this and ace it (loa ml)

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i wake in a literal CAVE next to my husband jakah. and we’re in our enemies phase even though we are married so im like seconds away from flooding (bc i have hydrokinesis) everything cause im so pissed for no reason apparently

Shout-out to the shifters that script they will wake up right next to their s/o. Like no time to process anything, right to business I see.

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I just got home from eid shopping. its 5:'52 pm, I left at 1:00 pm. im starving cause im fasting and omg im never gonna shop outside ever again

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looking at other ppls shiftblrs makes me wanna organize mine and post abt my drs too but im too lazy someone give me motivation to actually do it PLSSS

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erm. so. i was trying to shift to my le sserafim dr, but had such a random dream ever? a rant below!

wait, no, i had like 3 dreams but idr the first one, so i’ma tell the second one. i don't actually remember much of it, but just that i was in my aunt’s in-law’s house because our family is really close with them, and i always go to stay with them like, during eid and vacations and such. and i was in my aunt’s house with my two younger cousins (they were like 8 and 9 😭). and SUDDENLY, a lookalike of my nine year old cousin comes and, AND NOW HE’S A VECNA LOOKALIKE? honestly, more like a horror movie character.. like yk those creatures in gyeongseong creature, the kdrama? yeah. and i was scared shitless but we were all fighting it, while it tried to bite our fucking head off. i think in the dream it was supposed to be like infectious if you got bit by it? it acted a lot like a zombie. but then, we were like punching it and stuff, somehow it like laid down on the floor and we were all kicking it. i remember kicking it so hard and it like tried to bite my leg off but i miraculously still had a leg after that. idk what happened next, cause after that it suddenly changed. like, the room was the same and the creature was gone, due to the creature we were all trying to hide inside the blanket (LOL) but then we all ran away when we saw the ‘normal’ persona of the creature.. ig? okay that's all i remember. thank you for coming to my tedtalk!

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when i was more close-minded about shifting and didn’t really put much thought into actually researching about it, or like putting more effort into actually shifting even though it consumed every being of my life, i had so many memories that i got from my drs but i forgot them because i didn’t actually think that was a memory from a dr, just thought it was something i had thought of. makes me so mad sometimes but sometimes that's just what memories are in my cr and my drs, you sometimes remember them occasionally and you sometimes forget them, you sometimes reminisce about them or they just lay dormant in your mind. i have memories from my drs already, i have lived that life already, so it’s not really any different from my cr because cr and dr are just terms, they’re all just realities in the end.

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no because umm lemme just rant!! this is purely shifting content so just scroll if u dk what that is or are an anti-shifter loll.

okay so like i was thinking abt my drs, right? and i was thinking about jungwon, as one does, and it’s so astonishing to me how he’s my soulmate in every single dr. i have had s/os before this, okay? i was whipped for them too but not to THIS extent. like, i always saw ppl going crazyy over their s/os and i always found it a little weird like oh wow why don’t i feel like that for my s/os lmaoo. but THEN I STARTED SHIFTING FOR JUNGWON AND I FINALLY KNOW WHAT THAT FEELS LIKE. LIKE OH MY GOD IM GENUINELY SO DOWN BAD FOR HIM THIS ISNT EVEN FUNNY.

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i’m literally going insane i hate my exams i still have one syllabus left for tomorrow's exam

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AHHH THIS IS SO CUTEE

POV: You're a uni student who ardently admires a boy in one of your lectures. How is that going for you?

pairing: reader x yang jungwon

WC: 799

(one-sided, slight angst, horrific yearning, wrote this while listening to 'love' by Keyshia Cole, inspired after seeing Honey Glazed Jungwon at the Coachella stage)

Jungwon's POV is here (pt2), pt3 is here.

It's Tuesday, 09:30. You're sitting in your lecture. The Prof. is talking about something or other, but your focus is wholly taken by the boy sitting two rows in front of you, slightly to your left.

Yang Jungwon.

You've spoken to him once, maybe twice. In passing. Waiting for the lecture hall to empty from the previous class. But before you can establish a proper connection, introduce yourself; it's time to go inside.

He's pretty.

Fluffy dyed blonde hair. Deep, rich chocolate brown eyes. Yet, with the way the light catches them, you find yourself thinking of a sparkling, bubbly fountain of cola during summer, instead of a fathomless, dark lake. Regardless, you still get lost in them. But that's not what catches your attention. It's not his broad shoulders, or his adorable dimple, or his kind, demeanor, or how it's clear he works out.

It's his skin. Warm. Honey. There's something about it that complements his features. You yearn to be held in his arms, surrounded by his warmth. It fills you with the desire to stare, to ogle. It's not like he'd see you. You're sitting behind him, and he's always looking at what Prof. has to say.

You look back at your notes, already knowing that your focus is gone for the rest of the lecture.

The next time you see him, it's in passing on campus. You look away, knowing that if you made eye contact, your chest would constrict, and blood would rush to your cheeks. You don't know if he sees you. You don't even know if he remembers your name as you walk past him with practiced indifference.

That day, when you order your usual drink at the campus cafe, you add honey instead of sugar.

The next Tuesday arrives too quickly for your liking. You consider skipping the lecture, but a small part of your heart yearns to see him again. So, you go.

Same spot, like usual. It's routine. That's what keeps you grounded enough to go to your lectures. At least... that's what you tell yourself.

You don't think too much of it when you spot him around campus more often. You try to ignore how sometimes the sunlight would catch his skin, how it's like your world is skewed with golden light.

Rationally speaking, you barely know the guy. Just a few polite greetings here and there, and the occasional remark about the weather. You don't know if he remembers you or knows your name.

You next see him at the grocery store, getting groceries to take back to his dorm, or apartment (you're not sure). You stare for a moment, appreciating the sight before you. He was just pushing his cart, checking his grocery list on his phone, donned in a hoodie and sweatpants. So simple.

Maybe it's because you deprive yourself of the chance to properly admire him that you feel these things. You don't even realize you're lost in your thoughts until he's waving at you with a polite smile.

Shit.

Your throat feels tight, constricted with emotions fighting to be displayed. You feel your face and ears get warm, and you suddenly feel less aware of who is around you. Before it gets too awkward, you wave back, hesitant, then look away. You push your cart to the spice aisle, needing to top up on some house essentials. After that, you hurriedly go to pay. You needed to get some assignments done anyway.

The next Tuesday arrives. The dreaded 08:30 to 10:30 lecture.

You do a quick sweep of the lecture hall when you arrive, and you immediately notice that Jungwon isn't in his usual spot. You decide to sit in your usual spot anyway, assuming he's probably running late. Not that it matters, of course.

By the time Jungwon comes into the lecture hall, his usual seat is taken by someone else. You look at him briefly, when he's not looking at you, before turning back to your work. You look at the usually empty spot next to you, and for a fraction of a second, you let your heart hope, before pushing the idea down into your gut.

He finds somewhere else to sit, in the same row as you. About 8 seats to your left. You continue to focus on the lecture, not wanting to get caught by his wandering gaze.

It's near the end of the horrible two-hour lecture that you allow yourself the small luxury of looking at him. He's always the type to focus on the Prof. with those dark brown eyes of his, writing notes on his notepad, not wanting to miss a detail. He wouldn't notice your ogling. He never did. So, you quickly look at him.

You see his calm, focused gaze fixated on you.

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I just vomited after having iftar omg

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okay i spammed my reblogs but ill lock in for the night! this is what happens when u delete insta and tiktok. goodnight!

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why do u always paint yourself as the victim, i don't get it. why r u the one crying when i’m the one who can't go and u shouted at. why do u have such a victim complex and why am i the one who is always being blamed and feeling sorry. why do i need to say sorry when its not even my fault. why am i the one feeling bad for existing its not like i asked to be fucking born but ofc im just talking back and its disrespectful

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OH WAIT I JUST SAW THIS. lowk yes!! but i genuinely cant believe how many strings the universe wrapped us in our enhypen dr tbh. like wdym we have met all of them before i-land in the most random ways?? but better cr dr is like.. we are literally soulmates (whether it be platonic or romantic), u have red strings to prove it and i have soul marks to prove it LMAOO?? and aurelia is a whole different case, them being our knights is literally just a title when we are all more family than anything, we share the same soul tbh.

i fear i will always recommend scripting in the invisible string theory trope into your drs whether that’s with your partners or your friends. like imagine getting to say you and your person have been destined to be together from the start. and you get to discover the proof of that which is a couple photos from your guys’ past with each other in the background which practically prove you’ve been heading for each other from the very beginning.

[aerindrs]

THANKUU LOVE U BABES (i added u in,, ur my bsf in every reality LITERALLY 🤞🤞🤞) gonna shift here now byebyee 💞

Intro to

Xo, Lily Dr ♡

name : Lilliana (Lily) Song Covey

age : 17

height : 155 cm (5' 1")

nationality : american

ethnicity : bengali

hobbies : ballet, musical theatre

s/o : Moon Minho

more about me :

i was adopted by the Song-Covey family when i was two years old.

i am a few months older than Kitty so we both barely knew our mom while growing up.

Kitty and i are very close like our dad just calls us the twins cuz we're stuck together 24/7.

she shares a lot of stuff with me so i was in her little mastermind plan to move to korea (aka surprise Dae and also get to know our mom).

we both move to seoul together but in kiss she gets assigned in the boys dorm but i don't for some reason?? but im literally always having sleepovers there anyways.

in this dr Kitty has a love triangle situationship with Dae and Yuri,

meanwhile i stole the enemies to lovers part with Minho. we've been at each other's throats ever since he wanted to throw Kitty out of their dorms (fair point tho but he doesn't have to know!).

i am not scripting any details for this dr, i shift a few days before moving to korea so i’ll be experiencing everything a-z.

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so like im gonna ramble a bit so like work with me for a bit !!

basically, it's for my vampire dr in the 1800s (i lowk just forgot which exact year), me and my husband, jakah ( yang jungwon ) are both vampires on the run and while trying to find someplace we can stay at, we end up at this cave while it’s raining really heavily so we have to stay there for the night and then, we reach moon town where we stay at an inn and overhear rumors abt this place called the midnight manor (run by my best friend, @aerindrs and her husband, solon, and her husband’s ‘cousin’, heli) which is basically hotel transylvania but better. after five hours or so, we end up there!! but my first shift is in that cave so im in for a wiiild ride i would say.

Shout-out to the shifters that script they will wake up right next to their s/o. Like no time to process anything, right to business I see.

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AHHH THIS IS SO CUTEE

POV: You're a uni student who ardently admires a boy in one of your lectures. How is that going for you?

pairing: reader x yang jungwon

WC: 799

(one-sided, slight angst, horrific yearning, wrote this while listening to 'love' by Keyshia Cole, inspired after seeing Honey Glazed Jungwon at the Coachella stage)

Jungwon's POV is here (pt2), pt3 is here.

It's Tuesday, 09:30. You're sitting in your lecture. The Prof. is talking about something or other, but your focus is wholly taken by the boy sitting two rows in front of you, slightly to your left.

Yang Jungwon.

You've spoken to him once, maybe twice. In passing. Waiting for the lecture hall to empty from the previous class. But before you can establish a proper connection, introduce yourself; it's time to go inside.

He's pretty.

Fluffy dyed blonde hair. Deep, rich chocolate brown eyes. Yet, with the way the light catches them, you find yourself thinking of a sparkling, bubbly fountain of cola during summer, instead of a fathomless, dark lake. Regardless, you still get lost in them. But that's not what catches your attention. It's not his broad shoulders, or his adorable dimple, or his kind, demeanor, or how it's clear he works out.

It's his skin. Warm. Honey. There's something about it that complements his features. You yearn to be held in his arms, surrounded by his warmth. It fills you with the desire to stare, to ogle. It's not like he'd see you. You're sitting behind him, and he's always looking at what Prof. has to say.

You look back at your notes, already knowing that your focus is gone for the rest of the lecture.

The next time you see him, it's in passing on campus. You look away, knowing that if you made eye contact, your chest would constrict, and blood would rush to your cheeks. You don't know if he sees you. You don't even know if he remembers your name as you walk past him with practiced indifference.

That day, when you order your usual drink at the campus cafe, you add honey instead of sugar.

The next Tuesday arrives too quickly for your liking. You consider skipping the lecture, but a small part of your heart yearns to see him again. So, you go.

Same spot, like usual. It's routine. That's what keeps you grounded enough to go to your lectures. At least... that's what you tell yourself.

You don't think too much of it when you spot him around campus more often. You try to ignore how sometimes the sunlight would catch his skin, how it's like your world is skewed with golden light.

Rationally speaking, you barely know the guy. Just a few polite greetings here and there, and the occasional remark about the weather. You don't know if he remembers you or knows your name.

You next see him at the grocery store, getting groceries to take back to his dorm, or apartment (you're not sure). You stare for a moment, appreciating the sight before you. He was just pushing his cart, checking his grocery list on his phone, donned in a hoodie and sweatpants. So simple.

Maybe it's because you deprive yourself of the chance to properly admire him that you feel these things. You don't even realize you're lost in your thoughts until he's waving at you with a polite smile.

Shit.

Your throat feels tight, constricted with emotions fighting to be displayed. You feel your face and ears get warm, and you suddenly feel less aware of who is around you. Before it gets too awkward, you wave back, hesitant, then look away. You push your cart to the spice aisle, needing to top up on some house essentials. After that, you hurriedly go to pay. You needed to get some assignments done anyway.

The next Tuesday arrives. The dreaded 08:30 to 10:30 lecture.

You do a quick sweep of the lecture hall when you arrive, and you immediately notice that Jungwon isn't in his usual spot. You decide to sit in your usual spot anyway, assuming he's probably running late. Not that it matters, of course.

By the time Jungwon comes into the lecture hall, his usual seat is taken by someone else. You look at him briefly, when he's not looking at you, before turning back to your work. You look at the usually empty spot next to you, and for a fraction of a second, you let your heart hope, before pushing the idea down into your gut.

He finds somewhere else to sit, in the same row as you. About 8 seats to your left. You continue to focus on the lecture, not wanting to get caught by his wandering gaze.

It's near the end of the horrible two-hour lecture that you allow yourself the small luxury of looking at him. He's always the type to focus on the Prof. with those dark brown eyes of his, writing notes on his notepad, not wanting to miss a detail. He wouldn't notice your ogling. He never did. So, you quickly look at him.

You see his calm, focused gaze fixated on you.