#── ⌕ ⌜ 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗌 ⦂ 𝖾𝗆𝗆𝖺 ⌟ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ .ᐟ

[elysian-fawn]

YOU ALREADY KNOOWWWWWW i need to know nr 6&10 about me and coryo. uh. better cr dr (me but rich and ??? idk. socialite ?:?/?/?/??: and we’re both like that. BASICALLY gossip girl without the gossip….,girl)

  . ۫ ꣑ৎ   . MY GORGEOUS EMMA I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR READING AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH (ﾉ ˃ˋᗜˊ˂ )ﾉ ₊˚⊹ ᰔ !!!!!

⟡ which of your qualities do they like the most ? ⟡

𝒞ards ⦂ 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 , 𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 , 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑢𝑝𝑠 ꒰ 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑑 ꒱ , 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑛 ꒰ 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑑 ꒱ , 𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑢𝑝𝑠 , 𝑒𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑢𝑝𝑠

as i was shuffling the cards , i got this feeling that like you stand on business in your better cr dr LMAOOOOO like you do naawwwwt take any shit , you immediately call it out & with the eight of cups at the bottom of the deck i feel vindicated for getting that intuitive feeling (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) i think that's one of the things he rly likes about you , how you do not hold onto things that don’t serve you .

it’s not really authoritative , but you have a quality that’s very leading if that makes sense . it comes sooooooo natural for you too , you can take charge & command in a way that looks so effortless but when anyone else tries it looks so difficult LOLLLLL and he really likes that about you . it's not just him though , i’m getting this vague idea that like that’s something that a lot of people look up to you for ( ? ) your sense of naturally leading , of not quitting until your plans come to fruition . 

you have this super creative ability to blend together two completely unrelated ideas into one cohesive thing and he’s not only impressed by it , but it’s something he also reveres about you . like for example if he looooaaathes pineapple on pizza , you somehow find a way to make it sound /so/ fire , enough for him to hear you out for a bite or two before he’s back to hating it LMAOOOOOSDJFOSD

he also likes it when you’re emotional around him ꒰ this sounds so . . . wild T T ꒱ and not in the sense of like you crying or something , just in the way that like you’re your most honest around him , you don't have to hide whatever emotions you’re currently feeling , however intense or overwhelming or positive or negative , like you would for example around a friend . so that you don't bottle up however you feel , he secretly likes that he’s the number one person you go to whenever things get too much . i have a feeling he’s very smug about it too LMAOOOOOOOSOGSFGFG

꒰ not pertaining the cards, but i do think that a physical quality of yours he reaaaaally really likes are your eyes (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ꒱

⟡ what’s the first thing they noticed about you ? ⟡

𝒞ards ⦂ 𝑠𝑖𝑥 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 , 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑒 , 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 ꒰ 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑑 ꒱ , 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑟 , 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠

you're suuuuuuper popular is what i’m getting LOLLLL that was his first introduction to you , the net positive chatter about you even when you’re not in the room . this was mentioned in the first question , but i just think Self is really hammering in the point that you have a very confident energy , like fiery in the best way possible . it’s defffffff one of the first things he noticed about you . 

LMAOOOO PAST LIFE BY TAME IMPALA IS PLAYING RN & FOR SOME REASON THE THOUGHT “ he so totally pretended not to know you at first “ CAME TO MIND BC OF THE LYRIC “ . . . you’re not a stranger if you’re always on my mind . . . “ like i’m getting that he tried to like act all nonchalant despite already knowing of you , like he wanted to save face and not look like a fan when you were first introduced to one another LMAOOOOOOSHGSk

your intelligence is something that was also initially what caught his attention at first . your quick wit and your impressive grades definitely caught his eye from the start ꒰ omg imagine if your like academic rivals to lovers LOLLLLLL fighting for the no.1 spot on having the best grades to fighting your way into each others hearts kasfkdfnjksdjgksf ꒱

i know the question is " first thing " like . . . singular . . . but i'm just getting so much rn LOLLLLL maybe he noticed these all at once ?? maybe they're all very noticeable aspects of your person ?? idk T T but your style too is something that he noticed first abt you !! i’m so getting the vibe that you have a pinterest wardrobe in your better cr dr & like you mentioned gossip girl-esque vibe of your better cr so i'm currently picturing like a gg blog detailing how chic you are hahashsjfhjd ( ≧ᗜ≦)

songs that may resonate w/ your dr relationship ⏦ﾟ♡︎ ࿐someday by the strokes ࿐cool with you by her's ࿐juna by clairo

[elysian-fawn]

your vibes are haunting my pinterest feed.......i know that's right

  . ۫ ꣑ৎ   . OHHHHH EM GEEE THE LITTLE FIGURINES STOP OMG ILL CRY THEYRE SOOO CUTE (⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ ̫ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝) ( this is acc so crazy bc the first pic is literally included in my current draft of my castlevania nocturne drself moodboard LMFAOOOAHFJHASJF )

[elysian-fawn]

I LOVE SEEING PEOPLE WIN OHMY GOODNESSS EMMA !!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!

was reading this with a growing grin on my face & i'm currently sat with a smile so wide my cheeks hurt bc hello ?????!?!!!?@?#&(%-2%^0&*# this is so sosososososososo exciting omgie omgie omgIIEEEEEEEE AAAAAAAHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!

EMMA±??±?±?±?±??!?!?!?!OMGORMGOGMG????? STORYTIME HELLOW WHERE DID U EVEN SHIFT TO

i spent 15 days in the upper east side and now i have an existential crisis about my real life (but in a hawt way)

unlike my previous shifts, where i’d spend 10 minutes, maybe 20, dipping my toes into a life so much better than this one, i spent fifteen whole days in my better cr. fifteen days ago, i woke up in my king-sized bed with 1000-thread-count sheets and realised i had, in fact, won in life.

i had done it. no brief glimpse, no fleeting moment before snapping back to my real-world peasantry. fifteen days. enough time for a full socialite saga and to meet my beau!?!?!??! enough time to wake up in pyjamas which might as well been the most comfortable thing i've ever worn, hear the distant clatter of someone else in the other rooms, and stretch luxuriously as if i were in a renaissance painting. i could smell money in the air FOLKS!?!?!!!! not new money, but old money, the kind that sits heavy in the walls (!??!?!?), the kind that makes people say your last name like it means something. and this was my life. MY LIFE. at last. took it long enough.

the first morning, and you have to understand my main character syndrome for this, i stepped out onto the balcony, the manhattan skyline.....mhmhmhmhmhm....mhm. mhm. mhmm. stretching before me like a personal prophecy, and i felt it in my bones!!!!!!: this was home. MY HOME. okay. so. then i went around, you know, exploring my little room (not little...) and girl the moment i stepped in front of a mirror.......WHO'S THIS BABE???? yea. yea. i even had a cat !!!!

then i went to school. sorry, went, i mean DRIVE. now, here’s the dealio. i had scripted myself into this effortlessly put-together, socially untouchable, well-adjusted manhattan teen heiress life. but there were gaps in my logic. big ones. like, for example: i couldn't drive. i didn't know how to drive !!!

and yet, there i was in the morning in my super super super sSUPPPERRR cutesie school uniform, keys in hand, standing in front of a car (a Porsche, people, a porsche!!!) that looked like it cost more than my entire life back in my cr. so, i acted like i totally knew what i was doing. slid into the driver’s seat with the confidence of someone who had done this a thousand times before, adjusted the mirrors like i had a clue, and started the car.

and then? i picked up lily-rose depp.

(she's not an actress in this dr, by the way. just my best friend. which is infinitely cooler.)

she didn't even question everything. just said i looked really hawt today. i was blessed. seriously. like i'm typing this and also screaming i want to go back.

somehow. miraculously. i got us to school in one piece. st. lazarus international college. it looked like a cathedraland felt like a warzone. we pulled up alongside a line of obnoxiously expensive cars (not a single honda in sight!?!?!?!?), and i barely had time to breathe before stepping out onto the pavement, uniform pristine, COACH. MOTHAUFCKING COACH TOTE bag slung over my shoulder like i was about to solve world hunger instead of sit through calculus (that shi fucking sucked btw !!!! but my school's classrooms were drop dead gorgeous).

anyways. i now have to brush upon something that made me almost let out a humongous squeal when i saw him. CORIOLANUS. yes. yes. yes. yes. yes,ewfygweuvbuihweiusvbgiweu`rs. i saw him. yep. yep. i had to slap myself. metaphorically.

SO. i had scripted that on my first day, i would give coriolanus snow a nosebleed.

and !?!??!?!?!!?! IT SUCCEEDED. when i first saw him, he was leaning against a row of lockers like he owned the place and i swear to god i almost moaned. crisp white shirt, tie loose, cheekbones sharp enough to wound, eyes narrowed. pray.

HO. HE WINKED AT ME. and then i walked past him with my bfffffff lily-rose and. and. and. nosebleed. bro. bro. bro. BROSKI. the way he blinked..........the way his breath hitched just a little as the first drop of blood slid over his cupid’s bow. the WAY he tilted his head back, tongue darting out briefly over his lip. oh my god. i was actively fighting to not go and jump on him and like do vile disgusting things.

i had won the war, but at what cost?

because he was so hot.

SO FUCKING HAWT.

uh. so. yeah. that was just the first two hours of my better cr, and it was already putting my entire existence to shame. like, objectively, scientifically, undeniably better than anything i have ever done in my cr.

ssssoooooo. IF ANYONE WANTS TO HEAR MORE…do let me know. because, hands clasped, eyes glistening, heart on the verge of combustion, i am being so serious. this was the peak of my human experience. i have tasted divinity PEOPLE. i have lived too well. i fear i must go back, or else i will experience genuine withdrawals from the lack of my paramour’s face in my daily visuals.

so yeah. if you’re curious… hit me up. (evil, knowing laughter echoing into the abyss)

OH AND. whenever i'd go to sleep there i'd like cry out of fear that i'd wake up in my cr but whenever i'd wake up just...there...i'd literally pray to god. BECCAUSE EIJISEJFEWUSHFIHEJI. i'm there.

anyway, i am so not okay about this. i keep coming back to edit, rewrite, relive. but okay. listen. if you ever had even a sliver of doubt about shifting, i am kneeling right now, hands clasped, eyes wide with conviction, telling you!!!!!!!

SHIFTING IS SO FUCKING REAL.

it’s real in a way that defies logic, in a way that makes the air feel electric, in a way that rewires your entire understanding of existence. so real. so unimaginably real.

[elysian-fawn]

( ALSO NO WAY UR AN IB STUDENT TOO HELLO ???? 😭😭😭😭 WHAT ARE UR SLS/HLS OMGJKSHGJHVDJF this is so crazy to me as an ib grad omg )

GONNA RIP THE BAND-AID OFF. so, uh, confession time: i am actually 17. yeah, SEVEN-TEEN. not 19 like i've been claiming for eons. (why did i say i was 19? BECAUSE, YOUR HONOUR, I WANTED TO READ SMUTTY FANFICS WHEN I WAS 14. okay?? i wanted to know what captain america was really like in bed. we’ve all been there.) so, yeah, i’ve technically been “19” for YEARS now, which is kind of iconic, like my own little truman show. and i don't know why i kept that up. but. yea. haahhaha. LAUGH. please.

but i’m mentally like 1,000 years old. immortal. AND simultaneously nine, frolicking in a field, catching frogs and my dad left me. duality is my franchised brand. also, i just wrote my first mock exam, and let’s manifest: 1,000% on it. or, fine, a 7, IB gods willing. i’m basically einstein in a fleabag poor gossip girl reboot. everyone thrifts in humana instead of wearing miu miu.

AND IM NOT grooming miles morales OR ANYONE. because i am shifting to a lot of places where i'm a minor. like here. not dating a cartoon spider-teen. OKAY. no webs here. but also, for the record, if tom blyth (my president hottie-lanus snow himself) wanted me, he’d have to wait, because we’d be dancing dangerously close to some LAWBREAKING. sigh. anyway, HI! hello!!!! i'm young, i’m spry, i’m embarrassing myself with this. minus 7000 aura points. sigh.

[elysian-fawn]

HOW INCREDIBLY EXCITING OMGOMGOMOMG ( ≧ᗜ≦)

U SHIFTED??? OMG????????TELL ME EVERYTHING

ALRIGHT ALRIGHTRIUUIERBNGJNVIEU. SOOOOO imagine this!!!!!!! one moment, i'm curled up in bed, reality as thin and translucent as old lace, and the next, i’m THERE. not metaphorically, not dreamily, but fully THERE. it’s warm AND i can hear someone humming in the distance. my makeup artist is patting my face with this powder, murmuring something about how ‘glow dust’ will make me look ‘cinematic.’ MEANWHILE i'm too stunned to reply. my cheekbones are glittering. might i say.

AND AND AND then there’s TIMOTHEE??? CHALAMET?????? who looks, might i add, so sosoososososo much hotter than he does on screen. in a cardigan, obviously. he’s standing by the monitor, hair askew, running lines for the french dispatch, but his eyes keep darting toward me????? half-curious, half-‘isn’t this hilarious?’??????? it’s surreal. david-lynch-just-ordered-apple-pie surreal. the air smells faintly of hairspray and coffee, and there’s this overwhelming sense of being too alive, too awake.

i catch my reflection in a gilded mirror (there’s always a gilded mirror), and i swear, for a split second, i don’t recognise myself. i’m just a girl with blush blindness on her face.

and it wasn’t like i blinked and came back. NOOOO??? i lived in it. twenty whole minutes of too much. enough time to memorise the exact way the overhead lights hit timothee's jawline and how the makeup artist’s rings clinked against the compact like a tiny bell every time she dipped the brush. enough time to hear wes anderson debating the precise shade of mustard for a prop tie (he landed on something between dijon and existential crisis). enough time to wonder if i’d just slipped through some crack in the universe and, frankly, didn’t really care if i ever came back.

and then, poof!!!!!!!! back to my room at 2 in the afternoon blanket pulled tight, my face still tingling, my heart still pounding. tell me that’s not the most confusing, electric twenty minutes ever??????

[elysian-fawn]

OH AH AH AH UH AH AH AAAAH ( this is so cool omg i love )

　౨ৎ my VAMPIRE desired reality  .  ་  ˖  　　i made this before i realised i wanted to be a babylonian princess instead of a girl 　　running around 13th century paris...so....that's that? the lore goes brrr.

[elysian-fawn]

you actually read me it feels like we've known each other for millennia omg ꉂ૮(°□°'˶)ა how was this so accurate and so me . . . w/ the whole focus section it feels as though you literally took a sneak peek into my mind and i LOVE it 🤭🤭🤭

my fellow virgo moon sister , thank you for this beautiful analysis &&&& i shall be implementing this asap 🫡

haiiii emma (✿◠ᴗ◠) hope ur day / night has been lovely 2 u <33 my sun's a sag & i'm super curious abt what method you think suits it best hehe ₍ᐢ  ›   ̫ ‹ ᐢ₎

you're my most bundle of joy moot therefore you deserve an analysis.............the court ruled it so. ahem let me peak at my astrology charts (a bunch of pirated books on astrology)

sagittarius are ruled by jupiter, the planet of expansion, wisdom, and wild, unhinged optimism. you’re the dr wanderer, the interdimensional adventurer with a thirst for exploration and a craving for freedom. shifting for you is like booking a one-way ticket to the stars. but with vibes.

focus : belief and visionary thinking your greatest strength is your BIG, BOLD belief system. you don’t just believe in shifting, you believe in the endless possibilities of every multiverse. your affirmations should feel like a manifesto, like you’re leading a cosmic revolution:

" the universe bends to my will because I know it does. " " i am a traveller of realities, free and limitless. " " shifting is my divine right, and I claim it boldly. "

tap into your innate confidence; once you know you can shift, nothing in this galaxy or the next can stop you.

tools : visualisation and open-ended techniques sagittarius is a fire sign, which means you thrive on passion and spontaneity. structured techniques might feel too stifling for your chaotic freedom-loving energy. instead:

create dr vision boards that feel alive; cutouts, quotes, maps, anything tactile. let your dreams visually expand in front of you. use open-ended shifting techniques. say : " i’ll end up where i want to be, " and let your instincts handle the navigation. trust your adventurous spirit.

rituals : star-gazing and elemental connections your fire burns bright, but you’re also the zodiac’s ultimate wanderer. spend time under the stars, connect with the infinite vastness of the night sky, and feel your dr pulling you closer. whisper:

" every star is a gateway to my desires. i am aligned with the cosmos. "

incorporate fire, light candles, bonfires, or even a flickering lighter, into your shifting process. let it be a symbolic torch leading you to new worlds.

anyways, you're a cosmic main character, and no one shifts quite like you !!!!!