sophie / she/her/, afab, woman/femme leaning, aroace, abrosexual / 18
shifter / writer
'which to borrow...?'
main masterlist under the cut, still in the works <3
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SHIFTING:
main dr currently: stranger things dr, hogwarts golden trio era dr, fourth wing dr (?)
DR MASTERLISTS: coming soon....
things i'd like shifters to remember
How Awareness Works In Shifting, What Happens To Your Awareness Here When You Shift, and 'Do Other Versions of Me Shift?'; in my perception and what I see likely ౨ৎ
reminders for if you haven't shifted/haven't shifted fully
Manifestation success story (uni application)
FANFICTION
EMPYREAN SERIES:
multiple character:
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠; various empyrean series men and how it feels to love them
"The lighthouse shines for all. It does not judge who needs its light."
description: a soft, comfort-filled day of wandering through bookstores, walking through the park, laughing harder than you have in weeks, and being reminded that even on the worst days, you are still deeply loved. for anyone struggling lately, you deserve gentleness too.🤍
pairing: eddie x you (fem!reader)
tags: eddie munson x reader, no y/n, comfort fic, boyfriend!eddie, soft and wonderful eddie, mental health themes, romp, bookstore date, comfort read, quiet intimacy, soft conversations, acts of service eddie, no fixing energy, tender moments, slice of life, lots of reassurance, everyone deserves an eddie tbh
TW: depression themes, mental health themes, comfort-focused fic
WC: 2.0k
A/N: requested by @chickpeadumpsterfire i hope you enjoy!
may is mental health awareness month!
just wanted to put a little extra love into this fic for anyone who’s been having a hard time lately. depression can be isolating and exhausting and sometimes all-consuming, and I really wanted this to feel gentle and comforting rather than “fixed.” you are not lazy, dramatic, broken, or difficult for struggling.
please take care of yourselves the best you can this month. drink some water, get some fresh air if you’re able, and remember there are people who care about you very deeply, even when your brain tries to convince you otherwise. sending all my love.🖤
Eddie lets himself into your house, quickly popping into the living room to say hello to your mom and your dog. Your mom gives him a warm smile and a “hello” before nodding towards the hallway.
“She’s in her room,” she says, then sighs.”Has everything been alright with you two? She’s been…” Her voice trails off, searching for the words.
“I’ve been a little tied up at work recently, but yeah, we’re fine. I’ll go talk to her.”
Your mom nods and grabs the remote, insinuating that the conversation is over. Eddie walks down the hallway towards your room, knocking once.
“Yeah?” your voice calls from beyond the door. He nods once and lets himself in.
“Hey, sweet…” his voice trails off, eyes scanning the scene.
Your curtains are still drawn despite it being nearly three in the afternoon. Clothes are scattered across the floor, half-folded laundry abandoned at the foot of your bed. An untouched mug of tea sits on your nightstand beside a stack of books and tangled headphones.
And you. Curled up beneath your blankets in one of his old Black Sabbath shirts, eyes dull with exhaustion. Eddie’s expression softens immediately.
“Hey,” he says again, quieter this time.
You offer him a weak smile. “Hi.”
He shuts the door behind him carefully, like too much noise might crack something fragile, then crosses the room and sits on the edge of your bed.
“You sick?” he asks gently.
You shrug.
“Tired?”
Another shrug.
Eddie studies you for a long moment, brows pinching together slightly. “Baby,” he murmurs. “How long’ve you been in here?”
You stare at a loose thread on the comforter. “I dunno.”
“That bad, huh?”
The thing is, he doesn’t ask judgmentally. Doesn’t say it with that forced brightness people use when they don’t really get it. There’s no come on, cheer up in his voice. No, "it could be worse."
“I’m trying,” you whisper finally. “I just feel…stuck lately.”
Eddie nods immediately.
“Yeah,” he says softly. “I know that feeling.”
Your eyes flick up to his.
He leans back against the wall behind your bed, fiddling absentmindedly with one of your rings sitting on the nightstand. “Sometimes your brain just decides everything’s heavy for no reason.” A small huff of laughter leaves him. “Makes getting outta bed feel like fighting for your life.”
You blink at him a little. “You get like this, too?”
“Sweetheart.” He gives you a look. “I don’t write sad metal songs for fun.”
That gets the tiniest laugh out of you. Barely there, but enough that his face lights up like he just won the lottery. “There she is,” he says quietly.
Eddie nudges your knee beneath the blanket. “C’mon.”
“I don’t wanna do anything.”
“I know.” He stands, then points at you dramatically. “Which is exactly why we’re doing something.”
You groan immediately. “Eddie—”
“Nope. No arguing.” He walks toward your closet like he owns the place. “We’re getting you outta this crypt for at least a few hours.”
“I look terrible.”
“Incorrect. You always look pretty. Next excuse.”
“I seriously don’t have the energy.”
His movements slow a little at that one.
“You don’t gotta be fun today,” he says. “Or smile the whole time. Or pretend you’re okay for me.” He glances back at you. “I just don’t want you trapped in your own head all day.”
You stare at him quietly while he pulls one of your sweaters off a hanger.
“And,” he adds, holding it up, “I was thinking bookstore.”
You narrow your eyes slightly. “Bookstore?”
“Mhm. You can judge all the covers dramatically, I can pretend I understand poetry, then maybe we get coffee after.”
“…You hate poetry.”
“I hate bad poetry. Huge difference.”
Another reluctant smile tugs at your mouth.
Eddie notices instantly, pointing at you again. “That’s two smiles. I’m killing it.”
“Oh, my god.”
“Get dressed before I physically carry you to the van.”
“You wouldn’t.”
His grin turns downright wicked. “Try me.”
About an hour later, you’re wandering slowly beside him through the small bookstore downtown, the bell above the door still jingling faintly behind you. The place smells like old paper and coffee beans. Warm lighting spills across crowded wooden shelves, soft music humming somewhere overhead.
Eddie stays close without hovering; that’s the thing about him. He somehow knows how to be there without suffocating you with concern.
He lets you drift through the aisles at your own pace, occasionally holding up books with horribly dramatic summaries just to hear your commentary.
“This one says, forbidden love.” He squints at the back cover. “That’s code for emotionally devastating and poorly communicated.”
You snort quietly.
“And this one,” he continues, grabbing another, “has a shirtless man fighting a dragon, which feels ambitious.”
“Eddie,” you laugh, embarrassed.
“There it is again!” he gasps loudly. “The laugh! She lives!”
A few people glance over. You shove his shoulder immediately while he cackles. And for the first time in what feels like weeks, the heaviness in your chest eases, just a little.
Eventually, Eddie finds you sitting cross-legged on the floor in the nonfiction section, absentmindedly flipping through a book without really reading it.
He lowers himself beside you with a soft grunt, handing you an iced coffee. “Peace offering.”
You murmur a quiet thank you before taking a sip.
Then Eddie says quietly, “You don’t have to explain it to me, y’know.”
You glance over. “Explain what?”
“The way you’re feeling.”
Your fingers tighten slightly around the cup.
“I know sometimes there isn’t a reason.” His voice stays light, but honest. “Sometimes your brain’s just mean to you for a while.”
“I always feel guilty when I get like this,” you admit eventually. “Like everyone else is functioning normally and I’m just…” You swallow thickly. “Behind. Or like, broken…”
Eddie’s expression changes instantly.
“No,” he says firmly.
You blink at the sudden seriousness in his tone.
“You are not behind, or broken, or whatever that stupid internal voice is telling you.”
The words come fast now, certain and unwavering.
“You’re exhausted. And overwhelmed. And your brain chemistry’s being an asshole to you.” He nudges your shoulder gently with his. “But you are not broken.”
Your eyes sting unexpectedly.
Eddie notices immediately, his voice softening again. “Hey,” he murmurs. “C’mere.”
You don’t even hesitate before leaning into him.
His arm wraps around your shoulders instantly, pulling you against his side while your face presses into the leather of his jacket. He smells like cigarettes, coffee, and the cologne he always steals from Wayne.
Safe.
“I know I can’t fix it,” he says quietly against the top of your head. “But I can sit in it with you.”
Your eyes squeeze shut as emotion climbs painfully into your throat.
Eddie just holds you tighter. No rushing, no trying to force positivity onto you, no acting uncomfortable with the ugly parts.
Just there; steady, warm, and real.
After a minute, he presses a kiss into your hair.
“Also,” he says lightly, “if anyone says anything bad about you, I will bite them.”
A watery laugh escapes you.
“There’s my girl.”
By the time you leave the bookstore, the sun’s started dipping lower in the sky, painting everything gold. Eddie insists on carrying your little paper bag despite the fact it contains exactly one paperback and a bookmark.
“You’re being dramatic,” you tell him as the two of you cross the street.
“I’m being a gentleman,” he corrects. “Huge difference.”
“You almost got arrested for stealing road signs once.”
“In my defense, they looked cool.”
You shake your head, smiling into your coffee cup. The park nearby is quiet this time of day. A few people walk dogs along the paths, kids chasing each other near the swings while leaves rustle softly overhead.
Eddie walks beside you slowly, one hand dangling at his side. At some point, your fingers accidentally brush his. He immediately hooks his pinky around yours.
It’s so stupidly gentle it nearly makes your chest ache, and you glance over at him.
“What?” he asks innocently.
“You’re corny.”
“Yeah, but you like me anyway.”
You keep walking, your joined hands swinging slightly between you. Then Eddie abruptly stops beside a duck pond.
“Oh, my god.”
You narrow your eyes immediately. “Why do you sound like that?”
“Baby.” He points dramatically. “Look at him.”
You follow his finger toward an aggressively round duck sitting near the water. “…It’s a duck.”
“That is the fattest duck I’ve ever seen in my life.”
You stare at him for a second before laughing under your breath.
“Be nice.”
“He’s got a fat little head like Gareth.”
The sound that leaves you this time is louder, realer. Eddie’s head whips toward you instantly, eyes lighting up.
“There it is,” he says softly, grinning.
“Oh my god, stop making a thing out of it.”
“I can’t help it.” He starts walking backward in front of you now, hands spread dramatically. “You have any idea how pretty you look when you laugh?”
“Eddie—”
“No, seriously. It’s like witnessing a historical event.”
You groan, embarrassed, but you’re still smiling.
A breeze pushes your hair across your face, and he reaches over automatically, tucking it behind your ear with an ease that makes your stomach flutter.
“You feeling any lighter?” he asks quietly after a moment.
You think about it honestly. The sadness is still there; you know it will be waiting when you get home. Depression doesn’t magically disappear because of bookstores, ducks, and coffee.
But right now? Right now, your chest doesn’t feel quite as crushingly tight.
“...A little,” you admit.
Eddie nods like that answer means everything to him.
“Good,” he says simply.
You keep wandering after that, aimless and slow. Eddie eventually starts trying to balance along the edge of the curb like a little kid, arms spread wide.
“Witness greatness,” he announces.
“You’re literally twenty years old.”
“And thriving.”
Two steps later, he slips slightly, windmilling hard enough that you burst into laughter again.
“Oh my god!”
“I meant to do that,” he says immediately, regaining his balance with what little dignity he has left.
“Sure you did.”
He points accusingly at you. “You’re laughing at me.”
“You made fun of a duck!”
“That duck knew what he did.”
“He did nothing besides have a ‘Gareth-shaped head’!”
You laugh so hard your stomach hurts this time, head tipping back slightly, and Eddie just… watches in pure delight. Your laughter slowly fades when you notice the look on his face.
“What?” you ask softly.
He shakes his head once, smiling to himself. “Nothin’.”
“Eddie.”
His expression softens. “I just missed that sound.”
The honesty in it makes your eyes sting a little again. You step closer without really thinking about it, reaching for his hand properly this time instead of just pinkies.
“Hey,” you murmur.
His fingers immediately lace with yours.
“Thank you.”
Eddie’s brows pinch slightly. “For what?”
“For not trying to fix me.” Your voice comes quieter now. “For just being here. Being your ridiculous, amazing self.”
Something warm and aching flashes across his face.
“Sweetheart,” he says softly, squeezing your hand. “You never gotta thank me for loving you.”
And god, that almost does you in. He notices instantly, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around you before you can even try to hide it.
You bury your face into his jacket with a quiet laugh. “You’re gonna make me cry in public.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve caused a scene.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head. “C’mon. Let’s walk before I start getting emotional, too.”
dividers by @strangergraphics
i hope you all enjoyed:) sending love and light your way, always<3
Reality, living, it's all so much more fun if you don't take it too seriously.
I understand, my dearest little sprouts, it's rough, being a human is hard. Having to deal with these feelings, these experiences, it's not for the weak. Having to find a way to navigate life in general, combined with all the ups and downs it throws at you, it's not easy.
But after shifting for many, many lifetimes, after experiencing all kinds good and bad things, I stopped taking everything as seriously. And genuinely, I have never manifested this much, I've never been so aligned with myself and my desires.
This does not mean that some days aren't hard, that my feelings can't be overwhelming or sometimes I just want to escape this reality without expecting to ever come back.
But it's all just an experience. It's just, something I perceive, observe and ultimately it doesn't affect my existence in general.
When you shift your mindset from taking everything so personally, to a mindset where you appreciate and soak in the good things, but let the bad things slide off you, it becomes so much easier to live, but also to manifest and shift.
It's the whole ''Don't chase, attract,'' idea all over again.
An example of this is this;
A few weeks ago one of my friends asked me to manifest rain and let him know how long it would take me. I explained that I don't usually manifest to get something as quickly as possible, I just acknowledge what I want, and then let go of it.
So I decided I wanted it to rain, despite the weather app predicting sun and hot weather for at least another two weeks. It took like half a week, then there was a storm. Ever since it has been raining on and off, much more than it usually does around this time.
Rather than persist in needing it 'right now' when I manifested it, I just accepted that, because I wanted it, it would happen sooner or later. Which it did! No stress, no worries, no feeling like a failure.
Truly, you can shift in absolutely any way, you can manifest in absolutely any way. But don't make life feel too heavy. Find joy in even the smallest things. I know it's easy to be a glass half empty type of person, but that will not only make life very hard for yourself, but also risks you getting stuck in a vicious cycle of feeling worse and worse.
Life is just an experience, one out of an infinite amount you will get to observe. You're going to be okay💚
I’ve lived so many lives, some of which were worlds apart from my current one. Every time I return here, I’m struck by how wonderful and miraculous life is. It’s hard to put into words, but it’s this deep sense of reverence for the simple fact that you are alive.
2. Motivation doesn't play a role.
Most of the time, motivation only kicks in once you actually start doing the work. I’ve felt motivated both before and after shifting, but in my opinion, motivation only gets in the way. You end up chasing a result to satisfy you, but will you even feel that satisfaction when it comes?
3. The Butterfly Effect is real.
The tiniest flap of a butterfly's wings can completely rewrite reality.
4. I am never truly "ready" to shift.
Even when I intentionally shift to my DR, I’m never 100% prepared for what awaits me in another reality. However, shifting has helped me overcome my futurophobia (the fear of change and the future).
5. Only the result matters (methods are irrelevant).
Shifting is happening constantly. Methods are just there to provide a logical justification for the steps taken to reach a goal, but the result is all that counts. It’s the same as manifesting a million dollars while still going to work because you believe money can’t just fall from the sky—or using the 10k method for manifestation.
6. Self-concept and mental state don't matter.
I’ve shifted to my DR with my mental health in the gutter and a terrible SC, without ever seeing myself as some kind of "god."
If you use Eddie Munson ai photos when posting your EM x Reader fic or anything Eddie related, I automatically assume you don’t actually know or care about Eddie - He would not support the use of ai in any way whatsoever. It is this deep.
Instead, support photoshop artists 🌸
Not to mention but Joseph doesn’t like ai either - so let’s think before we post my loves
hate when im reading and theres a word i dont know so i search it in the dictionary and its like: beuperer. noun. a person who beupers. i'll fucking kill you
Something I want people to remember with manifesting and shifting is there are things that you don’t have to manifest away. Or script out. If you simply don’t wanna. It’s your reality, after all. We are a collective consciousness, but you also have the personal power to change, and keep things the same.
You don’t have to change the big bad things around you if you don’t want to. You don’t have to get rid of it if you still feel it holds a value or lesson in your life. You can live a better current reality that isn’t completely perfect or a utopia. You can have some things easy, and some hard.
For example, I have some situations in my personal life that suck and won’t get better. I don’t want to change that. Because i feel they lay a foundation of my identity.
Then there’s the bigger, existential things. I would rather have a better idea of it before I decide to change it or escape it. Because what if I want the satisfaction of making it better? What if we pull through? And if we don’t, then okay, I go from there. I can change it if I wish. I just don’t want to change some things at this moment because again, I feel it’s necessary for my personal identity and experience in this reality, at this moment in time.
I can always choose to make things easier but I also know that I don’t need to rush.
Create the reality YOU want, without the pressure to change things you would rather leave to the natural order or that you want to see through. There will always be an option to change it if you want to. But it’s not a necessity.
I think I've grown to despise influencers who fear monger about the state of the world (particularly climate change) and get millions of likes and views and then... don't give their audience any way to help.
Like I know that this problem feels beyond us, and that so much of it is caused by people who can pay their way out of accountability. But one million people receiving a call to action has infinitely more value than one million people sitting paralyzed with fear.
There is no impactful difference between someone who doesn't believe in climate change and someone who does but carries on as they always have. Both are complacent in the death of the world.
And I think that many people want to help but are scared. Or don't know where to start. It can be as simple as not using AI. It can be as simple as not buying new clothes and repurposing or regifting old ones. It can be as simple as boycotting the largest polluters. Whatever feels the easiest. Start there, and then take a little more. And then a little more. The world isn't just going to explode one day, it is going to keep going. It is resiliant and is begging to heal, and every small choice turns into a big choice when everyone does it.
I don't know. I'm tired of the same old despair. Hope and a deep respect for the world are all that we have, and we need to use them, not forfeit them.
