hiya, welcome to my humble abode <3 i’m rin, but i go by a plethora of names !! idrm nicknames, so you can call me whatever you like. i’m not really comfortable disclosing my actual age, so i hope you would understand. i live in the continent of asia, and i'm a muslim. i learned about shifting through a friend in early 2021, and then i ventured through hptok, and i’m still in it as of now! i mostly have kpop drs, but i talk abt my other drs as well. i’m a self-proclaimed ravenclaw, daughter of hecate, pink ranger, esfp, ningning variant, and yang jungwon lover!
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BYF : i don’t mind interacting with anyone of any age, as long as you don’t cross my boundaries. i don’t really feel comfortable talking abt my personal life. i basically yap abt everything and anything other than that, and i really love talking to my mutuals. you’re free to send me an ask or a dm, i don’t bite ‹𝟹 if you ever wanna ask me abt any of my drs, i would love to talk abt them !! i also love listening to ppl talk abt their drs, so if u ever need a yapping buddy then your girl rinrin is here.
DNI : homophobic, racist, sexist, transphobic, islamophobic, anti-shifter, those who hates on me & my loved ones, race changer, pro-isnotreal supporter, and anyone who fits the basic dni criteria, basically.
RIN LOVES, ⋆ yang jungwon, enhypen, ning yizhuo, aespa, my friends, niki zefaniya, jang wonyoung, kdrama, shin yeeun, yong ye xing he, alchemy of souls, naoi rei, ive, heavy by the marias, twinkling watermelon, le sserafim, huh yunjin, taylor swift, w2e, laufey, percabeth, abba, the ocean, percy jackson and the olympians, harry potter series, shifting, small town drs, shout out by enhypen, yapping, the beach, power rangers, food, music, reading, dancing, the marias, kpop, sabrina carpenter, olivia rodrigo, mamma mia, take a chance with me by niki, my hero academia, winter (the season, but the person too!!), once upon a time, narnia.
RIN DISLIKES, ⋆ loud places, arguing, people ignoring me, anti-shifters, shouting, judgemental people, rude people, mosquitoes, pollution, incest, race-changers, those who assume things without clarifying it with me or anyone really, those who fit my dni.
CLARIFICATION, ⋆ i use resemblance claims and representative claims for my realities, people used in posts are simply resemblance claims.
sitting across from a young man on a train, you were sure you hadn't seen him before. not in this life at least. so why did his gaze make you so comfortable? why did his touch feel so familiar, so right?
“we'll meet again, young lady Jeong.” 𓈒𓈒 joseon dynasty prince 양정원 𖹭 joseon dynasty lady!reader, prohibited love, s2pl? wc𓈒 7.9k — maybe proofread ≛ ﹙ft. twice nayeon, idle miyeon, boa, mentions of enhypen jake﹚
here you'll find ౨ৎ fluff fluff fluff, past life, kinda time travel, paradoxes, angst (i tried guys go easy on me), they kiss once, jungwon is kinda obsessed, banter (except it's cute), mentions of kidnapping, killing, and whatnots, jungwon gets ‘spanked’ by his own family, male chauvinism bcs of the time it's based on (i do not support it of any kinds!), potential forced marriage, runaway attempts, ‘open’ ending.
[ ♬ 🏮 ] ——— this idea is something that i thought abt long ago but haven't had the opportunity to turn into words properly before. it is slightly inspired on ‘my demon’ (the past life stuff ofc) and i recommend listening to this song which also inspired me a lot! i really enjoy how this turned out so i hope you like it as much. this is my first kind of ‘long’ fic ever and if i'm lucky you're gonna enjoy it, hehe. xoxo 𖹭
𝑚. 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍
Busan Train Station, 2025
immediately when you stepped on the wagon, a penetrating gaze found you.
somehow, it affected you more than the chilling air of trains that you claimed to hate more than anything.
it had been a terrible day. so bad that you were going to your personal escape — the Joseon Dynasty Tombs of a young Yang family Heir or anything you used to go with your godmother, all the time as a kid — at 11pm, to run away from the problems real life brought you.
you expected to find the train empty given the hour, like it had been many times before, but today you had company. normally you would have sat really far from the young, good-looking man that eyed you, but you didn't.
holding your heavy luggages, you sat across from him. your eyes didn't leave his face for a second, scanning his features, admiring his cat shaped eyes, almost feeling how soft his hair seemed to be.
you hadn't seen him before. never.
yet, he looked familiar. he looked safe. he looked like home.
during the two and a half hours ride, both of you didn't speak.
but there was no need to.
because your eyes did all the work, having a secret conversation you seemed to be awkwardly aware of.
you could imagine what his interest might've been, what kind of song he might’ve listened to, how his voice might have sounded, what his name could've been.
Surroundings of Deoksugung Palace, 1752 —— Joseon Dynasty
young master Yang. the start of all your troubles and also the end of your peace. it was a offense to our late King Gwanghaegun how handsome he was, however, you had already created a common sense that charming young masters used to be the pettiest.
“young lady Jeong!” he shouted your name, his tall figure waving in your direction smiling widely. if you weren't surrounded by a dense forest, you would've ran away. literally. “i figured you'd come here, it really is a pretty sunny day, isn't it?”
you were supposed to study today. your father told you that royal ladies had in their duties to understand the world and be aware of what threatened your daily lives — rival families and japanese invasions, for example. therefore, you walked towards the lake with a few texts from your favorite scribes tucked under your arms and your long hair braided simply, a ddanggi keeping it steady.
“i’m here to read today, okay? do not bother me, thank you in advance” you muttered, sitting down on the rocks by the lake with your back turned to him, trying to focus on the water current and how the sun reflected its sunlights on it beautifully, some fishes jumping on the water from time to time.
jungwon stared at you, but continued speaking, his voice coming to your ears like music, “my maid has been looking for me for about an hour, did you know that? thus, it's very thrilling.”
“you do know that my uncle wants to kidnap your father, don't you? haven't you got nothing better to do besides walk all the way here to bother me?”
“no?” he cleared his throat, blinking at you and settling himself closer, the semi-transparent hat that he always wore accentuating the height difference between you. “my mother yelled at me last time saying that if i came here again she'd lock me up, but i like to play with fire, you know?”
“because you'll be the next Joseon King and nobody can disagree with you, isn't that it?” you guessed, turning a page on your parchment, pretending to be interested in it when you were most certainly not. all of your five senses were focused on jungwon: on how close he was, on his warm and minty breath close to your ear, his legs nearly touching yours, his dimples looking so soft you wanted to touch it.
the worst part of meeting him wasn't even the 3-hour-lecture you were forced to hear after in the high-pitched voice that your mother had when possessed, but the way you lost all of your self control near him. the environment also didn't help. birds chirping, acacia leaves falling occasionally from the trees, sun rays reflecting on his skin as they were put there especially for jungwon.
“exactly! see, that's why you're nice to talk to, you comprehend— wait, did you hear that?” he shifted in his place, now suddenly looking behind you, eyes widening.
yes, you had heard it. noises, voices, screams that were closer each time. your heart beat faster, loud thuds in your ear.
“young master Yang, are you here? young master Yang!”
you turned to face him quickly, your head suddenly dizzy. standing up, you grabbed his long, muscular hands and rushed towards the other direction, entering the sea of trees you had in front of you. his fingers were sweaty against yours, and you were able to hear his uneven breathing behind you. from between the light tree trunks, a group of purple-dressed maid servants arrived on the place you'd just been, some of them panted from the jogging, while some were so mad they nearly let smoke out of their heads. they served jungwon’s family. they were after him, not you.
“you have to get out of here. go that way, i’ll distract them” you squeezed his hands, pointing discreetly to the direction he should follow. he looked at you, his pupils small from fear, and nodded silently. the panic was mutual, and even if you didn't like to agree with him, both of you were in danger now, finding out what could happen if you didn't react isn't something you're psyched about.
the occasions where jungwon's relaxed, easy going demeanor changed to a serious, clumsy one, were rare, and they left you wondering how that man would one day be the one to sit at the royal golden throne.
you watched him as he disappeared in the woods, his broad shoulders soon nowhere to be seen. however, the women didn't seem to intend to leave, and after some analysis, you noticed they had your book. they couldn't bring that to the Yang's Palace, or you'd be seriously in trouble.
“oh, hi! it’s a pleasure to encounter you on this alluring afternoon,” you muttered with practiced politeness, offering them an awkwardly-wide smile. the maids seemed not pleased at all to see you, some of them furrowing their eyebrows at you and some, worse, refusing to bow. “you have, um, my parchments, so if i could, by chance, get them back it'd be.. lovely”
you forced yourself to smile so much your cheeks hurt, fake honey dripping from your voice. the shortest maid — which you assumed to be the chief servant — shifted, analysing your books in what felt like an eternity, and finally handed them to you, the contempt in which she looked at you leaving your stomach in knots.
“i’m assuming you weren't at all with our young master, am i right?” she hissed, enunciating her words just enough to tell you she knew.
“y-yes, correct. haven't seen him in several weeks, actually”
some other woman chuckled mockingly, the undivided attention leaving you overwhelmed, a tone of red appearing on your neck. ‘they don't have evidence,’ was what you reassured yourself, despite your awareness that King Yang believed in whatever their maids said. he was known to be a very diligent man, but if there was something you admired in him was the trust he had in people. you could never.
“i guess i'll have to leave, unfortunately. if you hadn't come unannounced i would have invited you to a tea, but we didn't prepare anything whatsoever. au revoir!” you excused yourself, rushingly leaving the lake area and sprinting towards Deoksugung.
they looked at you amused. first, youth was truly lost, where was your respect at when you lied blatantly? second, how could you dare to speak french? your ancestors would be turning on their graves if they heard this.
evenings at the Palace were always monotonous. eunuchs didn't walk as much, royal chefs prepared simpler dishes, servants didn't had so many errands to run.
right now, you were curled up on the floor, a novel — that you shouldn't be reading because ‘ladies should be occupying their heads with something other than romance crap’ — in your hands as you tried to focus solely on those vertical words that no longer made sense.
you were fantasizing again about jungwon's hand in yours, his starry eyes looking in yours, the way he trusted you fully and whether he may or may not have gotten scolded way back home. or if he even arrived home in the first place, when a servant knocked on your door, maid Kwon right next to him.
“there’s an unidentified letter for you, young lady Jeong. i insisted that we shouldn't deliver it, but the eunuch told me to just be by your side as you read it.”
you nodded, fixing your wrinkled skirt and tossing the novel to the side, not even bothering to hide your ‘wrongful’ act. the servant bowed and left, leaving you alone with the friend that had been with you since you remember — perhaps she was the person you liked the most inside the Palace, although lady Cho would be deeply upset to hear that.
you unfolded the thin paper carefully, your heart beating faster than before since you recognized the handwriting immediately.
the same that sent you tiny notes telling about his new punishment or how his father let him do an important royal duty.
jungwon's.
Bo-Ah sat by your side, her blue and white hanbok resting next to your own dress, a suspicious grin adorning her features.
you tried to hide the letter from her, but there was no way she would let you escape this one. not when she understood who sent you that.
“Dear young lady Jeong,
i’m writing to you to express my gratitude for what you did today. can you believe that my mother didn't even question me about where i was? told you she's starting to trust me more!
also, on my way home, i think i found our new encounter spot.
if you'd like to accompany me, i’ll be going there tomorrow at 4.
meet me by the water well behind Deoksugung. see you there,
from the very handsome next King of Joseon.”
the next hours resumed in maid Kwon telling you that it was a terrible idea for you to go, your mind working nonstop to finding ways of leaving the castle in an hour you shouldn't — 4pm was exactly when you had to take a bath, and the last time this routine was delayed was your birthday, because you had a celebration going on — and on your loyal friend, lady Cho, your father's youngest concubine, managing to persuade the royal guards to let both of you out for a stroll around the Palace.
what they didn't know, of course, was that the stroll in question involved you meeting the Yang Jungwon.
the area behind Deoksugung was one of the prettiest, yet it was dangerous.
many hunters had been found mysteriously dead over the years, maybe because the Yang's also had access there.
but you preferred not to think about it, since you were currently entering that same territory to, ironically, hang out with the rivals’ heir.
“when do you want me to return so we can come back together again?” Miyeon gently asked as if she tried recalling it, your arms locked as you jogged around birds and squirrels.
you faced the light-blue sky for a minute, questioning yourself once more, “around 6 would be nice, right before sunset.”
the concubine nodded, her braided-full-of-ornaments hair graciously shifting in the wind. you didn't speak much, the sound of green leaves being stepped on the only thing you could hear.
however, that was until you saw jungwon at the well.
he politely made a reference to lady Cho, who excused herself with a beautiful-educated smile, and walked towards you, a playful grin resting on his face.
“you’re about 3 minutes late. you're well aware that the future King doesn't like to wait, aren't you?” you rolled your eyes, approaching him and walking side by side to his tall figure.
“save it for your servants, jungwon.”
“i beg your pardon?” he nearly choked, raising his tone of voice. you chuckled at the flabbergasted expression he turned to you, an offended sound leaving his throat. “when did i allow you to be this casual, y/n?”
you gasped, dumbfounded, “woah! i'm older than you, okay, jungwon? and since when have you known my birth name?”
“why? shouldn't i?” his hand found the small of your back, by which he guided you through the trees. you felt a shiver running through your spine, but tried to shake it off, muttering nonsense to him as a response.
you kept silent the rest of the way, his long fingers caressing the jeogori of your dress as a reminder that he was still there, steps in sync with yours. somewhere in between it, you raised your eyes to his neck, spot in which you noticed a deep bruise, the dark purple mark idling his skin. perhaps it had always been there or he could have fell on his way back.
“shut your eyes, y/n” he whispered, lips close to your ear, and you willingly did it, fluttering your eyelids close, not before nagging again about why you can say his name and he can't say yours.
jungwon brought another hand to your shoulders, keeping you steady as you walked towards what you assumed to be the aforementioned ‘new encounter spot’.
after a few steps, his feet seemed to settle, and with another whisper in your ear, “we’re here”, you got to open your eyes.
if his firm hands weren't still glued to your body, keeping you standing, you were sure you would have fallen.
it was, by far, the prettiest thing you've seen yet.
a mesmerizing, kilometers long field of daisies of all colors and peonies stood by you. the vast camp of flowers mixed with the grass as the sun lit nature up, clouds adding up to the view with its calm and slow movements.
jungwon tilted his head to look at you, and you closed your dropped jaw, gulping some saliva, “what, do you not like it?”
“no! i mean, yes.. no!” you stuttered, blinking up at him, “it’s perfect, really. how did you find it?”
“well, during my way back to the Castle, i may have gotten lost, and ended up here.” he explained, dimples showing up on his face as he smiled, satisfied. “shall we?”
he offered his hand to you, which, for some reason, you accepted, holding his palm in yours as you ran like kids towards the field, grass getting stuck on the hem of your dress in a so not discreet way. you giggled and yelled at the world, not caring about appearance, and for a second, it felt like you had conquered the world. conquered happiness. you soon got tired, and both of you threw yourselves on the flowers, crushing the petals with your weight, leaving evidence that you were there, for real.
it wasn't a dream, after all.
but here, sat up next to him, laughing out loud about something neither could figure out what, it sure felt like imagination.
“this is, like, my first time seeing a lady with not-braided hair.” he mused, pointing a finger to you, “you’re such a gross princess, Jeong y/n”
you ran a finger through your hair, noticing the disheveled state it was in. it was also your first time having unbraided hair in front of anyone besides your maids and mother. you should have been embarrassed, but you weren't, because feeling natural with jungwon looked so simple. so right. “oh my buddha— look at yourself first, your goreum is literally untied.”
he tilted his head slightly to look at you, the bruise now more visible, your gaze flying to it unconciously. “paying that much attention?” he teased, words light, but didn't move an inch. maybe he was too comfortable to tie it, which was alarming, or perhaps he just didn't care at all.
you rolled your eyes, insects and flies flying over you, making low buzzes that only added to the environment, “i’m already getting under your skin, huh, your royal highness?”
“yeah, you're one of my few pet peeves” he pouted, nodding, visibly content with the name you'd just called him by, looking like he would give you a compliment or something, ‘respecting your Majesty is a very noble act, young lady’
hours passed by, and shortly the sun was setting, its borders fading on the horizon as the sky marvelously adapted to a mix of orange and pink. both of you lay down on the grass, staring into the clouds, in silence for once, enjoying the world pretending there was no violence, no rivalry, no danger.
just the two of you.
Miyeon was briefly back to get you, and you couldn't ignore the eyebrow she raised catching both of you so close, admiring the universe with such calmness of who had years to do so. you gave a last glance at jungwon, who playfully grinned and whispered, barely loud enough for you to comprehend, “see you here again the day after tomorrow, same time?”
you stared at him for a while, but then nodded, a shy “two in the afternoon is better” leaving your throat. after the small change, you ran away with such embarrassment of who had just made a confession.
“no, look, i swear his jeogori undid naturally” you explained to lady Cho, voice strained, defensive, “what? no! i wouldn't sleep with a Yang, for the sake of the queen—”
two days later, you found yourself walking through the same woods, destined to the very same place.
today, you were accompanied by lady Im, who insisted she had to deal with some stuff downtown, though given the way her lips curled into a smirk often, you highly doubted it. she was your uncle's favorite concubine, but was also known for escaping the Castle on multiple occasions. for multiple different reasons.
well, Nayeon had to run some errands, and you wished to meet a person you surely shouldn't, it was a win-win situation, right?
“am i late?” you asked in reaction to his confused face, scanning you a few times, his hair already messy from the field and a small spider climbing his shoulders. you wouldn't tell him about it, though.
around the spot the spider climbed, you were able to have a peek of the soft skin below the thick fabric, and, for some reason, another deep bruise could be seen, this one already yellowish, a recent-looking scar next to it. it was probably nonse, and you should really stop looking, otherwise he'd ask you with that smug smirk why you were staring that much.
“not at all, just— what is that?”
“that what? oh,” you raised the basket you were holding up for him to observe, proudly smiling, “my royal chefs cooked some hodu-gwaja this morning, and as it's a speciality of Deoksugung, i thought i should offer you this one-in-a-lifetime experience”
“love the humbleness” he teased, although he made a sign for you to sit down, and when you did, the dark-haired boy rushed to the snacks you brought, picking up one and handing you another, “i’ve always wanted to taste these. they're pretty famous there, eunuch Park talks about gwajas all the time.”
your eyebrows raised. you were genuinely content with having done something for him, something he'd like. you watched him as he took the first bite, his cat eyes lighting up and dimples making presence on both sides.
“how is it? perfectly amazing?”
“i don't like to admit,” he took another bite, the walnut cream getting stained on his cheeks, “but, seriously, this is so delicious.”
you giggled, playfully punching the air in victory, and also dug in, breaking the walnut’s shell in two with your teeth, “it’s dirty, look, over here”
jungwon put his fingers on the apple of his face, trying to clean up his pale skin, except it was the wrong cheek.
you chuckled at him, nearly choking on your sweet, “no, the left cheek. how will you be the next leader of your reign if you can't even—?”
it would've been fine, but you decided to clean it up for him, your smooth skin rubbing his face softly as the creamy stains falling on the grass. his breath visibly hitched, a weird-kind of hiccup leaving his parted lips when your fingers lingered longer than they were supposed to. your eyes widened too, and you retrained your hand immediately, trying hard to laugh it off, “shy, huh?”
he awkwardly laughed too, though it was audibly forced, the smile not quite reaching his eyes.
even if both of you didn't acknowledge it, for the rest of the afternoon, the tip of his ears continued pink and you talked way less, focused on fixing an ornament that stuck wrongly.
weeks had passed, and Hansik had just happened. you were supposed to be happy, because you enjoyed that spring festival more than anything, and moreover, the man your family wanted you to marry would be presented to you that very day.
you wanted him to be handsome, laid-back, easy to talk to, tall but not too much, the pointed black hat fitting his head perfectly, purple durumagi covering his broad shoulder in an unfairly good way, dimples so adorable and cheeks so soft you want to poke it.
perhaps, you wished for Jungwon. or an exact copy of him that you could marry without getting disinherited.
but you were too afraid of letting yourself acknowledge that, since wanting someone you can't have is something you don't want to be trapped into.
the real man wasn't like that whatsoever.
his figure almost matched your height, he was probably twice your age, his face full of wrinkles and a mustache so old-fashioned you swore you'd seen it on an old portrait of some late King.
if it already weren't the worst it could've been, he was extremely rude, and impolite, and didn't treat you like a person at all. you already knew that was your position on society ‘naturally’, however, marrying that man would mean you wouldn't have the opportunity to be heard. to be seen. to be yourself.
and to think that your own father wanted you to marry that, that your own mother was okay with it and even tried extra hard to please that.
you felt nauseous. wished you could punch that and leave a mark of blood on the smirk that had on its face. wished you could just run away.
perhaps that was why you sent jungwon a crumpled letter in the middle of the night, a mere “meet me there in an hour?” written, your rushed handwriting and the way your hands shaked noticeable even if few words were there.
you got off mid-night, earning pointed looks from guards, but you just couldn't bear to stay there anymore.
not when everyone around seemed a traitor, nor when lady Cho — who you trusted deeply — tried to convince you this was for the best.
walking towards the recently well-known woods, admiring how amazingly the moon lit everything up, you tried to reassure yourself that it was fine, because if that great bright light was still shining for you, the only reason was that there was hope, somewhere buried deep inside you.
when you arrived at the field, breathless from walking, jungwon was already there.
you broke down. completely.
your legs moved faster than your brain, the leather pastel-green shoes crushing daisies on their way, leading you to the only place you felt safe.
jungwon.
your heart pounded violently against your ribs, fluttering loud enough for someone to hear it. your lips parted slightly, maybe to say something, maybe just to breathe. your tongue felt too heavy. your mouth too unsure. so you just throw yourself in his embrace, hiding your vulnerable self into him, tears finally brimming down on your face. wrapping your arms around his neck, you touched it firmly, and with the tip of your fingers, you felt a thick scar, not even close to being cicatrized.
his face furrowed a little, mouth closing to a thin line, but he didn't say anything. just held you closer, wrapping an arm on your waist, keeping you grounded, otherwise you weren't sure you would keep standing. his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, chest tightening after seeing your usual confident self in such a broken state. he had no idea what could've happened, but tapped your back lightly either way, comforting you. reassuring you. “y/n, breathe in three with me, yeah?”
your broken sobs soaked his shoulder, a damp of tears wetting his beautiful durumagi, and you forced yourself to look at him, a new knot in your throat threatening to release. slowly, you nodded, breathing in a large amount of air that almost got stuck in your glottis, however, he encouraged you, eyes focused on your face.
“that’s it. good. breathe out now, follow me.” his hand softly stroked your column, so gentle you wanted to cry further. with a frown of concentration in his face, accompanying the movements of your throat, following your gaze and staring directly into your eyes, you noticed what you shouldn't. jungwon was the one to look at you like a person.
not as a trophy wife or an heir generator.
but as you, Jeong y/n, the stubborn person that couldn't tie laces nor cook a simple bowl of rice. that preferred to read romance over politics and secretly wanted to wear pants just once since it looked like it felt nice.
jungwon seemed to comprehend all of that, and in a sudden move, you caught yourself telling him about everything. more than you should.
“and the man, he was—” hiccup, “not even nearly as handsome as you, and—” hiccup, “he called me ‘future housewife’ every single time he wanted to refer to me,” hiccup, “i can't— can't remember his name. my good almighty, he makes me nauseous. he's the worst person ever, he's—”
he just nodded through it, making questions midway to tell you he was listening, engaged. “and can't you tell your mother about it?”
you sadly chuckled, another single tear falling down your cheek, “tell her what? that i loathe the man she sweet-talked to all evening?”
“this whole situation is ridiculous. i don't understand why they'd want to do this with such a.. special girl like you.” he murmured, admitting something more to himself than to you, accepting a fact he never did before.
you mattered. if he was this mad right now, it's because you matter.
“no, it's— i shouldn't be this sensible, all my ancestors went through the same. my mother, my grandmother, my great grandmother. everyone” you played with your hanbok’s sleeve, facing downwards, sniffing occasionally after some words.
“that’s what i can't understand. why'd they want to do the same to you? have they been happy?” his voice broke just slightly, anger breaking through his vocal cords, fists clenched. “hey, look at me.” jungwon cupped your chin gently, tilting it up, forcing you to stare directly at him.
the emotions crumbled back at you again, since he was right. halmoni always complained about having to abandon her one genuine love and omma insisted that it ended up being nice, though only because she conceived you. why would they want to make you go through the same thing?
perhaps the lines had started to fade, or you were too tired, but you melted into his touch, eyelids heavy, whispering: “can we spend the night here? i don't want to go back to the Palace.”
he observed you for a minute, paying attention to your features, apparently making a decision, before nodding, expression calm. his forehead relaxed, a small smile curling on the corner of his mouth. with a smooth movement, he took the upper part of his lilac jeogori off, — what left your eyes agape for a split second — laying the coat down on the grass so you could sleep comfortably. he tapped the area with his hand, indicating that he wanted you laid down, and you willingly did it, the tension of the day starting to fade away.
jungwon settled himself by your side, some centimeters of distance between you, still touching legs.
yet, he seemed so far away.
you wanted him closer. and closer.
you were starting to lull when he spoke up again, voice quieter, careful. “may i suggest something? perhaps we could like.. run away, get married, live content together. just the two of us.”
you short-circuited. your almost calm head now full of thoughts, possibilities, doubts, and deep down, a futile sting of hope.
marriage. marrying jungwon. you were aware of those stupid promises, things Young Masters promised to trap Ladies, things they never stuck on. however, he seemed so genuine. so trustworthy.
were you this stupid?
it wasn't a prudent decision, you were sure of it, but the offer seemed so tempting, so right. and jungwon was the only person out there you knew that could make you happier, wasn't he?
in seconds, you found yourself thinking about it. actually pondering it.
“where would we.. go to?” you naively asked, eyes meeting his in a gaze that brought you a million sparks, his pupils a dark tone of brown, slightly dilated.
“there’s this reign that will be inherited by my colleague, Jaeyun, Young Master Sim. it's quite far and he's a nice person. i think.. we could go there.”
you hummed softly, taking into account everything you'd risk. everything you'd lose. but also everything you'd win.
it was foolish, however, before your mind really processed it, you found yourself nodding, “okay.”, he smiled gently, tilting his head to ask — silently, like a confession — if you had thought long enough about it. if you were right about this. — instead of questioning it more, also because you were afraid of what you would've found, you agreed again. “when?”
he stared at the sky above you, the stars, the moon and how it lit you perfectly. how it lets you be even more gorgeous than what you already were. “tomorrow night?”
“right. yes.. that'd be awesome.” you awkwardly said, terrified of the consequences, but hoping that it'd let you finally be free, happy. that it'd prevent you from being trapped forever. that you'd spent the rest of your life with the boy you gave — secretly, under covers — your whole youth.
jungwon eyed you with a determined, firm expression and with a sweet whisper, he wished you goodnight, breath fanning on your skin, long lashes shutting down beautifully.
everything crumbled down on you again, your certainty nearly disappearing the more you thought about it, the evenings writing with maid Kwon or running through the Palace earning new meanings. because maybe it was the last time you'd lived those things. because you'd run away from it to protect yourself. to protect who you were.
the night passed in a blur, insects' sounds on the background fading to let you finally rest, even if it was the last peaceful night you'd had.
the first thing you noticed when you woke up was warmth, then, jungwon's body, and only a few moments later you noticed the position you were in.
curled up against him, head buried on his neck, arms gripping his sides as if you were afraid he'd let go. he laid flatly on his back, an arm draped over your figure, tracing absent-mindedly patterns on your skin, caressing it smoothly, announcing that he was awake and chose not to move.
your breath hitched, the rhythm in which you inhaled earlier faltering. you had no clue about how you ended up like this, but it felt good. warmer, safer, softer. slowly, you opened your eyes, the light infiltrating your orbes intensely. when you sighed, he turned all his attention to you, lips hovering just above yours, breath hitting your cheeks constantly.
“ ‘morning, sleepy head”
“what? i didn't sleep that much, did i?” you asked, tilting your head, your faces lining themselves up immediately.
you could kiss like this.
“the sun tells me it's past 11 in the morning, got anything to say?” the air that left his mouth traveled to you, and as if gravity was pulling you, you leaned in further, noses almost touching
“yeah, that you're a very comfortable pillow” you smugly grinned, rubbing your eyes to adjust to the clarity. when you opened your eyelids back, he was closer. leaning in just slightly, giving you a peek of how nice it felt to have him this near.
you didn't back away. didn't flinch. and when his hands held you tighter, bringing you impossibly closer to him?
reaching out to press your lips together felt natural, right, simple.
the touch was exquisite, a surprised gasp leaving his throat and going down yours. both of you remained still, adapting into the new territory. some time later, his free hand moved to cup your cheek, barely there, but pressing slightly when he tilted his head to kiss you deeper.
this time the kiss is slower, softer — his mouth opening against yours with such yearning, you nearly forget where you are and why you were there. his lips trail down to your jaw gently, then back up, brushing agonizingly slow before capturing your bottom lip again with a sigh. you turned your head to give his tongue more access and—
you weren't sure who backed away first, but soon your bodies were distant, both embarrassingly panting, his coat under you moving so much you assumed it could feel the tension.
you kept there, staring at each other for what felt like a minute, and you hurriedly sat up, a flush of soft red creeping up on your neck to the tip of your ears. “see you at the same time as always.. correct? um, bye.”
your legs involuntarily stood up, and in a rush, you ran — tripping and stumbling occasionally — in the direction of the Palace.
jungwon remained there, layed down, fingertip trailing his lips with disbelief, the memory of your lips touching his so vivid he swore to himself he'd never forget it. the first encounter of your lives in such a delicate, deliberate way.
Deoksugung was tidy as always, warm toned walls high and empowered, leaving the impression of a well-known strength you were tired of. the faint coat of arms, the one you remembered by heart, stamping its large gates, inviting you to face its insides one more time. your muscles forced you to continue walking, though your brain was already giving red-signs since you began to see the family royal guards.
yet, here you were again. chin held up, conveying a strand of confidence you didn't have whatsoever. or at least trying. because you were way smaller than the Palace, way weaker than the guards, feared way more than the maids who run through it all the time.
it didn't welcome you so well, either. knowing gazes accompanying you wherever you went, the main hall greeting you with its haughtiness. due to the hour, you assumed your grandma would be busy, thus you followed straight to your room, earning some poorly done bows in the way. already in there, you rushed to pack essential things: three full sets of hanboks, a parchment paper and a pen, emerald ornaments for your hair, some snacks that royal chefs delivered earlier and you didn't properly receive — since you weren't there, of course — and few other whatnots.
it felt weird. unfamiliar. strange.
perhaps the effect shouldn't be so immediate on you, but it didn't look like the place you should call ‘my house’ anymore.
suddenly, your bedroom didn't seem like yours anymore. the roof nearly suffocated you, the room spinning and leaving you dizzy, the memory of why you were doing that back to the center of your brain.
your freedom taken away, the image of the man you were supposed to marry haunting you again. the corner of your eyes burned, a knot forming on your throat and threatening to snap at any moment.
and when the tears formed, watering your eyes, you remembered about jungwon.
the warmth he brought to you, his irises entirely drowning in the dark of his pupils. his voice, that always flew to you like music, so kind it incinerated your heart. his face, that lightened up slightly and was stupidly good-looking even when he told you that you should do something as foolish as run away, or when it was flushed from touching his lips with yours. his touch, gentle and featherlight, leaving your skin burning wherever it made contact with.
you felt the urge to go back to him as soon as possible, escaping for once and forever the place you lived your whole life swearing it was your home even when it didn't feel like it.
therefore, with your heart in your hands and a faux confident facade, you willingly left by the main gates for what should be the last time, not even bothering to say goodbye to anyone — mainly due to the great fear you had of getting caught, but it didn't really matter. because regardless, that life wasn't yours anymore.
may we be finally free, right?
sprinting towards the stone well behind Deoksugung and consequently the flower field you'd left only some hours ago, you tried to shake your thoughts off, concentrating on what was beyond your view this instant. what you couldn't see just yet.
you sat down and admired the peonies, sniffing in some of them and letting their scent invade your nostrils until it made you confused, head with a growing ache. looking up at the marvelously lit sky, you couldn't help but noticing that jungwon was meant to be there by this time, but possibly, he could be late, or you could be early, there was no way to be sure unless you'd return to the castle, what you'd rather not do.
as the sun moved to the west a bit more, you sat down on the grass, opening your woven purse and carefully choosing a sweet to eat — after debating, you ended up with the dasik, a charming and colorful cookie that you were supposed to have with tea, such drink you didn't have. you chewed it with impressive disgust, noticing for the first time why those were meant to be consumed with something else.
somewhere between eating dasiks and checking the few stuff inside your bag, panic started to flood into your senses, though you couldn't precisely pinpoint when.
there was a reason for him to not have arrived yet, correct? you shouldn't be having a breakdown, you knew it.
but that boy was the one to be annoyingly punctual. to never not show up. and even if he had something going on and couldn't be there, he'd always warn you. have a way to contact you.
he always knew exactly what you'd do next. where you'd be.
and that's why, like a dumb person in love, you decided to stay, wait for him. every single noise earned a double check, every bird chipping was intensely looked at. there, lay down now on your back, you closed your eyes and counted many times from zero to a hundred.
46, 47, 48, 49..
you opened your eyes, the urge to release tears already there, your back sore from the position. he wasn't there yet.
63, 64, 65, 66..
the hard floor left you wondering how you managed to sleep there, and you missed jungwon a little more, because his heat made these things possible. he wasn't there yet.
89, 90, 91, 92..
the bugs annoyed you a lot, and you promised they were solely the reason why you lost yourself in your count and had to return to 90 once again. and yes, he wasn't there yet.
somewhere in between that process, when the stunning moon was starting to rise, a specially quiet, but loud enough for you to hear sound caught your attention. lifting your head and sharpening your senses, a tall, slim shadow began to appear in your view.
you blinked up multiple times, confused, and when you mustered up all the courage left on you to look up at his face, it shouldn't have, but your heart stung.
it was jungwon.
just a paler, weaker, visibly sick jungwon.
a new bruise appeared right below his eyes, one that looked, if that was even possible, deeper and more serious than the other ones. alongside it, a scar marked the side of his nose, the cut looking profound even from a distance.
you stood up so fast it took seconds to your vision to normalize, and ran towards his figure like a crazy person. your dress spinned and its wrinkled form no longer mattered to you.
“oh, y/n..” he smiled, a grin that didn't reach his eyes but was enough to make his dimples show. his features showed a sign of relief and disbelief altogether, like he couldn't believe you were there. you kept waiting.
“jungwon! my goodness gracious! where have you been? i mean.. are you doing okay?” your hands held his shoulders, and when he made a face of pain, like he would scream loud and hoarse, you moved away from him, eyes widening.
“i’m fine, really. and i'm sorry i kept you waiting.. it's just..” he shook his head, desperate for something to say, and showed you a festive-looking jar, holding it on the direction of your face. “i have.. something for you”
you stared at the pot, and if his voice wasn't lower, hoarser than before, you would’ve fought against that idea. however, soon your fingers reached its lid and you freed what seemed like hundreds of fireflies.
they danced around you, rising on the horizon and lighting up the flowers, making them more beautiful than what they already were. the insects flew gracefully as they were dancing, so in sync it left you wordless, mesmerized. amusement swimmed to your eyes, and with a gasp, you turned your body to face them completely, having the illusion of peace for a minute. exquisite flies also started to join in, the soft buzzing filling your ears, making you leave out a genuine smile.
jungwon kept his eyes on you the whole time. and with a soft sigh, he whispered, confessed: “we’ll never be seeing each other again.”
at first, you didn't react. the words lacking the impact they should have. when it finally made sense to you, you blinked up at him, tilting your head, questioning if you'd heard it correctly.
“what? why? what.. what do you want to say with that? what about getting married, and your friend—”
he cuts you out, voice barely there, “it’s.. i’m sorry. i shouldn't have promised you what i knew i couldn't guarantee.”
you broke. spinning your body to face him again, the fireflies’ light leaving him so beautiful it was a sin, you tried to understand it. comprehend what was happening. but you couldn't.
as if reading your thoughts, he dropped his head, tone laced with guilt, “my mother, she.. she has always known, you know.”
you didn't move. you refused to. your mind didn't get it yet.
“she discovered us when we were little, and according to her, we are getting closer now. she was here when we.. planned all that.” despite the pain, he kept steady, feet firm on the land so he was sure he wouldn't fall on his knees to apologize. to supplicate for your forgiveness.
even if he didn't deserve it.
“and can't we just go? now? you're here now, aren't you?” you tried to reach out for his hands, but he backed away, and you bit your bottom lip in desperation, in disbelief.
you had to keep breathing, but it was almost impossible. your rib cage hurt, and for a split second, maybe you were hiper ventilating
he sadly chuckled, “no.. we can't. they're going to come after you if i'm not the one to go.”
“but—”
“no buts. i'll be moving away, far away. and, if you stumble upon my grief, to protect you, i endure.”
your chest burned. and you shook your head in denial continuously, eyes begging for him to give a second thought. the silent that stretched later was agonizing, and you only break eye contact when he dropped a silent tear, one that said more than what a thousand words could say.
“this is not fair, jungwon—” your voice broke, but you resumed, “you didn't even give me a choice to choose for myself. how could you think about leaving like that and then i’ll continue here, alone? is this because you couldn't bear to live without even having a clue of where or how i’ll be?”
he didn't deny, but didn't use his voice either, his pupils getting redder, the margins filling with water
“i don't even know if you'll be alive, jungwon, please.” your tone was coated in something deeper than sadness, and if he wasn't already being harsh enough in himself, he would've given in to you. he inhaled deeply after your words in an act that left you worried sick, and instead of running away like a coward, in a move of a self-control he wasn't sure he had yet, he touched your wrist gently, stepping closer, heart fluttering inside his body, and put a silver delicate bracelet on your fist, the cold metal a contrast to his burning hot skin. “we'll meet again. it's a promise.”
you looked into his eyes, really looked at him, and there, while he walked further from you, you saw just a terrified, pathetically in love boy.
the last thing you said to him, while stupidly playing with the bracelet in your arm, “those bruises.. they were because of this, weren't they?”
he stopped for a second, and continued, back turned to you.
he let you there, alone, emotions surrounding you and leaving you in a dark solitude. the world around you crumbled, and amidst it all, there was jungwon.
the boy who taught you different languages and fulfilled your life even for a small period of time.
you never spoke to him again.
you never saw him again.
and nobody mentioned him again either, the Yang's now continuing their lives like jungwon never existed.
it was like he had disappeared completely.
Busan Train Station, 2025
the long trip was finally over, and even if the gaze of that stranger seemed comfortable enough for you to want to live in it, you forced your feet to stand up, the heavy luggage swinging in your hand.
you gave him a last good look, remarking his dimples, his soft skin and how he stared at you.
you didn't remember about being stared at like that before.
or maybe you did? the feelings were weird, conflicting.
you loud steps echoed through the wagon, and when you were about to leave it, a warm hand found your wrist, touching right above your silver bracelet. the one you remembered having since forever.
his touch sent shivers down your spine, the contact so different but familiar, like you'd done this previously.
💭 ik this took me years to be ready but i have my excuses, college has been eating me up (sacrifice reference) & finals are just around the corner. truly not the best time to be a student at an england uni 😭
How I always induce the void state + what you’re doing wrong.
i’ve induced the void state at least 7 times from what i remember, yes i manifested my dream life, you might wonder why i’m on tumblr yapping my brain out about what manifesting is and whatever it’s because im here to try to help some of you, i want you to be successful just like me. so try to understand this post.
the way i successfully induce the void is by just deciding that i do, and since that assumption hardened into fact already it just basically means for me i can always induce it when i want and where i want. you can literally become just like me and all it takes is a simple decision and a flip in thoughts, whoever said it takes some serious repetition to get into the void is wrong imo, but thats okay! because we all have different assumptions and beliefs and that’s totally normal, the world won’t end because you think it takes months to finally induce a state that you’re always in.
now here’s what you’re doing wrong, you’re wavering, you’re contradicting yourself, you aren’t trusting yourself, you’re panicking, you’re rushing, you’re in “waiting” mode, you’re seeing the void state as something it isn’t, you think its the key, you’re dependent on it, you’re overthinking it and probably other things but those were just the stuff i could probably assume about you. stop doing all of those things i listed because i promise you inducing the void state is literally the easiest thing you can do. “well why haven’t i induced it yet?” because you keep assuming you cant. “well i don’t assume that i can’t i just can never induce it” well you just said you couldn’t what are you talking about? remember whatever you say is true so you saying you aren’t inducing the void no matter what is true. please read @salemlunaa ‘s post about reaffirming failure. because that is what majority of you are doing.
stop falling back into your old cycle the old story is dead it does NOT serve you anymore. make that decision you’re a “void state master” and literally watch how your reality changes, just be a void state master in imagination because again imagination creates, stay firm to your new story or assumption and don’t think against it. you have always been a void state master. you just need to bring your awareness to that fact.
its really simple but the only way literal way to get what you want is just to decide you have it now. not later, not soon, not in months but simply NOW. i know you get tired of hearing bloggers say “decide decide decide” well that’s because that’s literally what you have to do. thats how you win, they don’t say robotically affirm until your brains fried, you literally don’t have to do anything but decide. it took me a lot to actually apply the loa which is hilarious because i always thought there was something more to be discovered WHICH THERE ISN’T. i think most of you think that law of assumption is about changing the 3D when it is not because you know and understand that you’re not trying to get and change the 3D, thats not your job. your only job is to know you have it in imagination (4D) and thats literally it. stop trying to meet in the middle with the 3D, stop trying to GET something in the 3D. you understand that manifesting is not a progress right? once you decide to have something and accept it in IMAGINATION. you immediately have it, don’t contradict it, don’t think against it just know and accept you have it in your imagination. i cannot stress this enough because it took me forever to drill it in my brain but do not look for evidence in the 3D. its always neutral and dead, you do not look to the 3D for validation, the 3D looks at YOU for validation. thats like saying you want to change a mirror because its not showing you what you like, you don’t change a mirror you change self. mirrors reflect what you show it. i also hate when people are trying to say the 3D is your enemy it is NOT YOUR ENEMY. why would you make yourself your own enemy that makes no sense? all you have to do is acknowledge that its okay to not have it in the 3D and the fact that you have it in the 4D. no more trying to change the 3D. the 3D is a reflection of your 4D everything you say to yourself in imagination will be reflected. now i’m not saying doubts, intrusive, invasive, negative thoughts will manifest (unless you assume otherwise) i’m just saying reality is bending to your thoughts so whatever YOU want to happen or consistently place your awareness on WILL happen. this is just my belief but i personally don’t believe “feeling” is key. i think the key is just to know i already have it and move on with my life. yeah i’ll affirm for like 1 minute just to remind myself but other than that i don’t obsess over something i already have. i don’t panic, i don’t say “what if it doesn’t come” no. trust yourself. reality is always listening to you, this is why i became so successful in inducing the void, manifesting, getting what i want in less than one day because i simply decide and move on with life.
remember you’re not trying to convince yourself that you have your desires. you’re understanding that they’re yours now. nothing cannot take that away from you, once you decide you have something you have it now, please reread that phrase and understand what that means, literally embrace lazy manifesting, (credits to @/itsrlymine since i saw that on her blog). you literally don’t have to lift a finger after you decide you have something in imagination, because in imagination you’re not limited to anything, you always experience everything instantly in imagination and imagination is the true reality, it creates everything. so be bold and dare to assume, there’s nothing too big or too small. trust yourself and take that leap of faith. trust the unseen, trust theres always movement, i believe in you. don’t wait until 2030 for things to finally click for you because we’re getting closer to 2030. dont get left behind.
you get what you want when you decide you have it now.
me 🤝 scripting some sort of weird relationship with death//the concept of death in my (fantasy based) realities . in my pjo dr i am thanatos’ apprentice until he gets kidnapped. in my hogwarts dr i am the heir of house peverell and the master of death. etc etc idk something is wrong with me . its the main character syndrome
you have matching birthmarks / birthmarks in the shape of each others initials
they have airpods and when you guys first see each other and as soon as they lay their eyes on you a love song comes on
theres a constallation in the sky that looks exactly like your initials together thats only visible on the anniversary of the day you met
they are always seeing you in their dreams
you both wear lockets with a picture of each other in it (you could also script that their locket has a slight hint of your signature scent and yours has a hint of theirs)
they always send you pictures of things that remind them of you
they always take pictures of you and post them without you even having to ask (you can also script that they take really good pictures)
everyones always teasing them about how obsessed they are with you, everyone knows that they love you
you always have his initial on your nail and he always has your initial cut in his hair
they write down every detail about every one of your dates and hangouts so you can read it and look back once you’re old 
its embarrassing. because i was literally in the toilet. and i thought to myself, ‘wouldn’t it be funny if i shifted right now?’. and i shifted. to my gamer//streamer//better reality. what the fuck .
(i know i made a post about how if i shifted i would never come back but…….. i have to share this. its the only reason why i shifted back here. next time i shift though? you guys are NOT hearing about it)
quick rundown : i was studying for my chemistry exam that will happen next week in this reality. i needed to use the bathroom. so i went. i started thinking about shifting because i was bored out of my mind. i said ‘fuck it let me try’, closed my eyes, and BOOM. i’m in a different bathroom. the bathroom i had scripted would be my bathroom in my small apartment. in my dr.
i freaked out a little bit because i am NOT nonchalant. i looked at myself in the mirror and I WAS SO BEAUTIFULLLLLLLLLLLLL i mean its my cr face but just improved to my liking BUT I WAS SO BEAUTIFULLL. and i said that aloud too, which freaked me out because my voice is a little different too (it was a bit smoother and soothing idk its my voice feels weird to describe it). my hair was tied up in a bun and i didn’t feel like letting it down, but my fringe was cut so nicely. it fit my face. and it wasn’t poking me in the eyes. i had some strands of hair that were also shorter that had fell out of the bun but it looked very pinterest-esque. very picture worthy. i looked picture worthy. the whole time i was like a movie character sat down at their vanity inspecting their face obsessively. if the mirror had a consciousness it would think i am deranged or something idk . moving onnnnnnn
my bathroom was so nicely decorated i was proud of myselffff. the colours????? the teal the magenta-ish purple the orange????? i had my chanel makeup products all over the sink counter too. it was so chic . guys i am so fucking cool . i feel great about myself now.
and you have to know. the apartment i scripted i owned has a wonderful view. its gorgeous. the galata tower AND the bosphorus?????? and it was a bright, cloudless day. a bit windy. the leaves on the trees were swaying and the sun was so bright it was making the bosphorus water twinkle . i opened the windows (which i didn’t even think about how) to let the breeze in. the air!!!! was clean!!!!!! no smell of petrol!!!!! air pollution is gone!!!!!! my lungs felt great sfkjhsekf IT WAS AMAZING
i didn’t spend much time there (in my dr) because i was a bit shell-shocked///flabbergasted///confuddled and like. i can shift back anytime and anywhere. i know that now, given the fact that i literally shifted… when i was in the toilet…. whilst doing my business.
but in the little time i spent there, i went into my bedroom (AGAIN, FLAWLESSLY DECORATED . I LOVE MYSELF) and just looked at everything. i had all of my perfumes on a silver platter on my bedside table. i had byredo’s mohave ghost. j’adore dior. nishane’s hundred silent ways. issey miyake’s l'eau d'issey (the blue one. i LOVE that one). orabella salted muse. twilly d’hermes. tom ford’s soleil neige. i had a sephora perfume section next to my bed at this point. i would’ve sprayed them all but i didn’t want to cause a sneezing hazard. i did spray soleil neige because i wanted to know if it would smell good on me. and it did, of course.
i had paintings hung up on the wall where my bed was situated. and the paintings were the art on my pinterest board. they were framed in fancy gold looking frames (they were painted gold. not actual gold). i had tears in my eyes,,,,,,, my bedroom was so gorgeous. it was great.
my bed?????????? silk bedsheets in light pink. i laid down on it for a minute. it was so so so soft. and so inviting i almost wanted to fall asleep but i resisted. i had a persian rug with purple-magenta, teal & dark blue and beige details it was so beautiful . it made my bare feet feel warm and the texture was smooth enough to not annoy me (i am sensitive about those things, i fear).
i had scripted that my closer is far bigger than it looks (barbie: dreamhouse style) and it was. i didn’t question the how. but it was a huge, gorgeous room, full of beautiful clothing. the lighting was not too dim but not too bright and so it didn’t hurt my eyes. and the CLOTHES AAAAAAAAA. zimmerman floral dresses. blumarine . archival miu miu. but also: rick owens. maison margiela (THE TABI COLLECTION I HAD. AAAAA). i had ann demeulemeester boots!!!! i had an archival dior dress (the black and lavender knit dress from fw1998). i had more than one archival dior dress. i had alexander mcqueen leather jackets. ugh it was so sexy . i felt the material, brushed my fingertips on all of those. i felt delirious. it seemed too good to be true, BUT IT WAS TRUE. it was REAL. moving on the closet was museum material . i was having the time of my life.
and then . i laid my eyes on the beautiful pc setup i had. and i couldn’t help it. i sat down and played some sims 4. i could use shaders!!!!!!! it was running smoothly!!!!!!! no glitches!!!!!!!!!!
basically: i spent an hour looking around my apartment and the rest was spent in create-a-sim on my computer. because i could literally shift realities and still be a sims girlie. it is embedded into my DNA.
i had the time of my life guys. i didn’t even look at my phone once. it was on my bed. but i didn’t want to look because i was too preoccupied crashing out about my pulitzer prize worthy closet and the view from my windows . but my computer had the date and it was may 6th 2022. which was the year i wanted to shift to. MY COMPUTER WAS ALSO SO AESTHETIC (i had apple’s dynamic wallpaper…. and some folders that i had edited to look like cat memes. i’m exaggerating . just a little bit) AAAAaaaaaaAAaaaaaa everything was so good i’m gonna cry. i felt so much relief!!!! so much happiness!!!! i didn’t know i could feel this way!!!!!!!!
anyway i finished making my sim and just sat there because i got a little bored. and then i thought that maybe sharing this joy with all of you would be nice of me to do. and i sort of wanted to. even though i am going to permashift and made a post saying that i wouldn’t be back. nevertheless, i decided to shift back here to make this post.
so, hey. the moral of the story is::::: SHIFTING IS REAL. ITS SO REAL. NEVER GIVE UP YOU CAN HAVE WHATEVER YOU WANTTTTTTTTTTT
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(ps. if there are any typos or any sentences that make no sense, it is because i am shaking out of excitement and joy whilst i type this)
Omg, you have the same name as my daughter in my dr 😭 (I probably already said this before but I have the memory of a rock so :’D)
WAIT RLLY ?? THATS SO CALL I LOVE THAT AWW. i wanna meet your daughter now so we would be name twins that's adorable 😭😭 (ALSO I DON'T THINK U DID !! actually if u did i think i forgot as well cause i have a weak memory too 😓😓)
OMG HI ALI !! (wait can i call you ali cause ive been doing that the whole time omg wait .) I’M GOOD THANK YOU FOR ASKING LOVE WBU ?? also, sorry for the late reply i haven’t opened tumblr in ages 😓😓
second enhypen dr with @itsrinsdrs this is a crossover of both our main enhypen drs!
other drs / darkmoon
stage name : Aeri (아이리)
korean name : Moon Ai-Ri (문 아이리)
position : Leader
birthday : 10th December 2002
zodiac : Sagittarius
height : 5’7
mbti : INFP
representative emoji : 🐼/🐱⬜
nationality : Bangladeshi - Korean
stage name : Rin (린)
korean name : Kim Hye-rin (송혜린)
position : Co-Leader
birthday : 25th November, 2004
zodiac : Sagittarius
height : 5'4
mbti : ENFP
representative emoji : 🦋
nationality : Bangladeshi
more about us and this dr :
— like i said this is a crossover of both our main enhypen drs.
— its the morning april 4, 2024 when we shift and enhypen is going to fly to america for coachella in the evening.
— the main purpose of making this dr was to experience performing in coachella but also to have that bondage with enhypen as our best friends.
— no i’m not in a polyamorous relationship with enhypen here, rin is dating jungwon but she has no idea how things happened cuz it's only iland in her dr (me too but i be shifting to different timelines based on my mood so doesn't matter).
— other than that, me and rin are both big producers in this dr and have won awards for our songs.
— i was a soloist under jyp after pd48 but changed to hybe because of mistreatments and such.
— rin and i met there shortly and bonded over how we're both bengali but weren't as close because trainees weren't allowed to talk to one another.
— we later got closer in iland and became the bestest friends ever.
— we shared a room in enhypens previous dorms but current have a whole apartment to ourselves.
— other timelines for this dr is august 20, 2022, two days before enhypens first kcon in LA. and sometime around july during dimension: dilemma filming.
— that's all i can think for now. this dr is purely for fun and to shift when we miss enha.
OMG IS THAT ENHA IN YOUR HEADER YOURE NOT ONLY A DESI SHIFTER BUT AN ENGENE??? YESS??!!???!
— @chaaistained <3
YES OMG IM A HUGE ENGENE THEYRE MY ULTS AHH (thats why i was so delighted to find your blog bc omg someone who's an engene and a desi shifter i might as well just ascend to heaven !!)
NO FR I DID A DOUBLE TAKE WHEN I SAW YOUR HEADER BCS THATS SUCH FATE VIBES NO?
i think we have the same s/o? (jungwon) so i hope you’re alright with interacting ?? idm interacting with those who have the same s/o at all btw !!!
but omg i’ve been so obsessed w my kpop dr right now ngl (also working in a paranormal dr where i’m a witch my s/o aka sunghoon is a vampire bcs .. ofcs he would be) hahahaha
YES OMG ALSO FATE BY ENHYPEN MENTIONED LMAOO (sorry i had to.. HELP)
the way i was just gonna ask if you were comfortable with me interacting with you as we have the same s/o 😭 idm either, i actually love interacting with same s/o shifters cause that means we get to fangirl together !!
OH REAL. ur kpop dr is so cool, i want to learn more abt clarity cause i jst know u guys are the 4th gen leaders frfr (THAT SOUNDS SO INTERESTING ?? YAP TO ME ABT IT ANYTIME U WANT CAUSE IM GENUINELY ALL EARS STOP)
HII !! i’m another desi shifter and i just think you’re the coolest person ever, your posts are just so warm to read?? and your account aesthetic too omg. i was wondering if we could be friends !!
AHHH OMG DESI SHIFTER YAYAY
thank you thank you am for the compliments :(
i’ve been so drained with uni and i’ve had zero motivation to post on here (i’ve been more motivated to write fics tbh) but I HAVE DRAFTS WAITING YO BE POSTED TRUST !!
anyway thank you again !! ofcs we can be friends ??!? following rn <333
OFC !! it's just the truth and your blog is literally gorgeous ‹𝟹
AWW, I HOPE EVERYTHING GOES WELL WITH YOUR UNI, U DESERVE SOME REST PLS ☹️☹️ (also thats so real writing is always fun honestly) ILL BE WAITING PATIENTLY FOR WHEN U DO BUT NO RUSH TAKE YOUR TIME !!
i’ll give a little spoiler in this post but something i’m working on rn is a house tour type post for my marauders dr
and it’s SO MUCH FUN bcs i’ve added so many small desi and indian and specially telugu trinkets and little easter eggs from my culture that i’ve scattered throughout the house and i’m so so excited to both script it and find visuals for it
i love my family home in my marauders dr it’s so WARM <33
anyway i’m so glad i met you !! can’t wait to get to you know <3
WAIT MARAUDERS DR IS CRAZY BC IVE BEEN HYPERFIXATED ON MY GOLDEN TRIO DR RECENTLY.
im genuinely so excited to read about your latest post, that sounds so fun!! i loove to learn more abt others drs and their cultures, and your marauders dr is soo home coded, I love that for u !!
ME TOO I CANT WAIT TO GET TO KNOW U MORE AHHH (this still feels like a fever dream ure so cool omg)
