#Imagination and creativity in manifestation

[hseungie]

☕ lazy sundays & hot cocoa — heeseung fluff

pairing: heeseung x reader

genre: fluff, soft domestic, comfort fic

word count: ~500

warnings: fluff, domestic setting, cuddling, minor emotional whiplash from how soft he is

Note - i think I'm writing after 2 or 3 years now my grammar is better but idk about the creativity.

The apartment smelled like cinnamon and cocoa—probably because of the ridiculous amount of marshmallows dropped into Heeseung’s mug. He was sprawled across the couch like he owned the place (which, technically, he kind of did), hoodie sleeves covering half his hands, legs taking up way more space than necessary.

He didn’t even look up when the mug was handed to him. Just took it, sipped, and let out a dramatic sigh like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted.

“You’re just trying to make me fall in love with you again,” he said, eyes still on his phone.

A laugh slipped out. “You say that like it’s hard.”

That got his attention. He peeked up through his messy bangs, that dumb grin already spreading across his face. “It’s not. That’s the problem.”

The couch dipped under the familiar weight as you dropped down beside him. Without a word, he slung an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in like it was second nature. Which it kind of was at this point. No dramatic kisses, no big speeches. Just a soft blanket, shared space, and the quiet rhythm of being around someone who feels like home.

Outside, the sky was melting into that warm golden color it only gets on slow days. Somewhere down the street, a dog barked, and a car drove past playing something with too much bass. None of it really touched the room. Everything inside felt hushed and still—just the sound of your breathing, the lo-fi playlist, and the occasional clink of the spoon still in Heeseung’s half-empty mug.

After a while, he said, “You ever think about how lucky we are?”

“To have marshmallows?”

He let out a soft laugh and nudged your shoulder with his. “To have this. To not need anything big or loud. Just this couch, some hot chocolate, and… you.”

There was a pause. Not the awkward kind. The kind where your chest feels a little too full, and all you can do is lean in closer because you don’t trust your voice not to crack.

Heeseung kissed the top of your head, then rested his chin there like he was claiming it. “Don’t move,” he mumbled, voice already heavier with sleep. “You’re my pillow now.”

“You’re gonna drool on me.”

“Worth it.”

You both stayed like that as the sky turned from gold to soft lavender, the room wrapped in quiet, shared warmth. No rush. No plans. Just him, and you, and the quiet understanding that this was something real.

Heeseung didn’t say another word, but the way his thumb kept tracing slow circles on your arm said enough.

Tags(?)

heeseung x reader, heeseung fluff, enhypen fanfiction, kpop imagines, hot chocolate love language, soft boy supremacy, lee heeseung brainrot, domestic heeseung hours, i’m crying in cozy, this is what love looks like, comfortcore couple, someone come hold my hand pls

#heeseung x reader #heeseung fluff #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen imagines #lee heeseung #enhypen scenarios #kpop fanfic #fanfic fluff #domestic au #slice of life #soft boy hours #this made me feel things #cuddles and cocoa and him #can i manifest this energy please #they're literally married idc #the silence is so loud rn #heeseung is the blueprint #this is love actually #hot chocolate never tasted so sweet #it’s giving “we live together and i fold your laundry” #be so real i would combust #i am not okay #crying in cozy #heeseung if you’re reading this i’m free every day forever #god i’m kicking my feet #i need this injected into my bloodstream #heeseung please just say “you’re mine” irl challenge #they’re not even real and i’m jealous #can i be the blanket

[cyber-soul-smartz]

Cultivating a Holistic Mindset for Effective Manifestation

Cultivating a Holistic Mindset through Meditation Reasoner, H. When most people say that our thoughts create our reality, they often think it is just one isolated thought repeated several times. But the truth is, our entire mindset, with its multitude of thoughts, plays a significant role. Each thought is a building block, a crucial foundation for constructing our mindset. This is why…

[alilarew23]

what if god said yes

what if you got quiet. what if you got so quiet and you curled up in a little ball in your bed with a stuffed animal or a blanket or a pillow and you said, “god, can we talk?” and because god is you and you are god you didn’t have to wait and you didn’t have to go anywhere at all and—“yes,” god said. and you said, “god, i want an apartment with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city.” “god, i want the boy with the kind eyes and tattoo-covered arms and exquisite taste in music.” “god, i want to feel alive again.” “god, i want to travel first-class to switzerland.” “god, i want a hound dog named finn.” and god said, “yes.” and you said, “but how can you make this happen?” and god said, “i can make anything happen.” and you said, “quickly?” and god said, “i love you. why would i not make this rapid?” and you said, “i can trust you?” and god said, “like your life depends on it.” and you said, “my life does depend on it.” and god said, “i know. i’ve got it now. you’re safe. let me take care of it.” and you hugged god. and god hugged you. and you hugged yourself. and you drifted off to sleep saying, “i have it. i’m safe. i have it. i’m safe. i have it. i’m—” and you woke in the morning and the world was new. because you knew it was done. because god said yes. and god never goes back on a yes unless you tell god “no.” and any time throughout the day you thought, “is anything happening?” god said, “it’s all happening.” and you said, “but i can’t see a thing.” and god said, “i am your eyes.” and you said, “but i don’t have to do anything?” and god said, “you did the only thing needed.” and you said, “but what about my thoughts and my state and acting as if?” and god said, “i love you.” and you knew what that meant. so instead of worrying or wondering or obsessing another second, you went to the bakery and bought a slice of chocolate cake and drove home and sat on your back deck and ate and ate and watched the sunset and celebrated.

[marmaladeclown]

art request of mei in her dragon form!! @thebritishdragon

[mrs-trophy-wife]

You can move into any state, for all states are already completed. All you need to do is step into the state, for it to be transformed from a shadow to the only substance. Think of your desire and it’s a shadow lacking form. Enter it and it is the only reality.

—Neville Goddard

[edwards-exploit]

Troublesome Tangmere and 249 Squadron Reliable Rebecca!

In an ideal world, we could've had a story where Tangmere causes good old Sundrian Confusion and Delay and then promptly eats shit.

Rebecca as 249 Squadron wasn't my idea, but it's been ingrained into my head nonetheless. I like the idea of a Rebecca that spent most of her life in scrapyards and storage and then still coming out singing- quite literally! But the trauma of it is still very much there, just... lingering. I imagine 'What Rebecca Does' was one of those moments where her anxiety and self doubt got the better of her- she only spent a short while on rails, and while she did pull expresses like The Night Ferry back on the mainland, here on Sodor it seemed that everyone is much more.... experienced and worldly and cool, and most of all, they got modifications and rebuilds to work around their design flaws while Rebecca is still very much an unrebuilt bulleid pacific. Poor girl's not sure what she can really do, after all these years and with her mechanical problems. This isn't even getting into when she WAS in service- her family was fine, and quite loving actually- and the ex SR engines were a decent sort! Everyone else, however...

[what-is-it-to-be-pk-esque]

drank too much coffee and had a thought that i've said in some capacity before but I need to see more post-canon fics where the crew does epilogue stuff like shadowheart & gale getting tea, teaching w/your love and gale at the academy, burning down szarr palace, or helping fight everyone's new enemies (cause we'll never get that dlc)

also forever feeling like we all need to come across more wet hair astarion in the wild (will settle for bedhead tho). or honestly just some fics where minsc shows up to befriend/annoy Astarion, i just love their dynamic

[2old4fun]

So, yesterday was the vernal equinox in the northern hemisphere. First day of the astrological new year. Fresh energy moving in a newly-awakening earth mixed with a nice, vigorous stir of universal energies with the eclipses.

As a kick-off to the new season, I drew some oracle cards, and one important message stood out.

Playfulness, embracing your inner child, letting go of the daily grind of hard work and real life to be silly and goofy and madcap and creative is what makes life worth living.

In that vein, after another round of spring cleaning, we sat down to do some crafts. Some was just for fun, some was for witchy/manifestation purposes, but damn! It felt good to just sink into imagination and make stuff.

(The letters on the bracelet are WWNKD - what would Nanami Kento do?)

So, if you're feeling down or burned out, maybe get out the glitter [craft herpes] and beads and whatever, and just play. And enjoy an éclair or or treat in the process.

[rrking]

Whoreny Thoughts again

Red Carpet

"That pout doesn't suit you, you know," he says, grinning at me as I place my hands on my hips and glare up at him, trying to stay fierce and professional, but just coming off as sultry. My short frame makes it hilarious when I act bossy - but he just thinks it's cute.

Subtly, he pulls me closer as he glances around the event. There's a plethora of people, and he feels a jealous streak running through him as people take long looks at his girlfriend - me. I'm a full on nobody, a no face in Hollywood. But to him I'm somebody - and I'm his somebody. He wants me to know it.

We pose for photos, our hearts beating faster than ever before. He's used to paparazzi sneaking shots of us, but never like this, being bombarded on the red carpet. I swear he's nervous even though he's done this before - he was signed by a good franchise a few years ago.

I'm being asked questions I don't want to answer, steered away lightly by his protective hand to try and prevent such prying into our private lives. Because he's handsome, the media always likes to encroach.

"How did you meet? Who started dating first? Were you set up?"

Invasive questions try to get past us. He's so good at deflecting. I could listen to him reject paparazzi and hosts for hours.

"Are you thinking of getting married? Are you pregnant? Have you heard about suchabody cheating with your man?"

That's one thing I'm honestly not worried about. I might not belong on the red carpet, but I belong beside him, wherever he goes.

[alilarew23]

who are you not being?

so often when people talk about the law/manifestation the go-to phrase (second only to “affirm and persist until it shows up❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️ or until you die❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️” lmao) is “be the person who has it!”

aka how would you think how would you feel how would you talk how would you carry yourself what would you do what would your energy be like—who are you?

the “you” who isn’t desiring.

the you who already has.

the you who already is.

which, yeah. that’s key. absolutely.

but i want to flip that statement on its head for a hot second and make you think, so humor me.

you want something, yeah?

been affirming for your specific desire and for self-concept ceaselessly for months but “nothing is happening,” you “haven’t had any movement,” you “feel like giving up”…well clearly you’re still in the state of trying, which is an easy problem to solve, but instead of me writing yet another post telling you how to solve it (fulfill yourself within, stop desiring), i want to ask you, and i want you to answer honestly—and this may require some meditation on your part, or what one of my homies and me call a “self-talk walk”—why, on a deep, maybe subconscious level, ARE you still in the state of trying?

meaning, what are you avoiding by not having?

who are you not being?

put differently, if you were forced to take every got damn ounce of the energy you’ve been putting into trying to get your desire in the physical world into something else, what would that something be?

do you know?

does it exist?

does it scare you that you don’t know, or that it maybe doesn’t yet exist?

fight me on this if you want to, but the way i see it, the point of the law is not to get.

it’s to stop desiring.

it’s a return to the true self, to the god-self.

it’s inner fulfillment, which is the state in which we are most present, most loving, most creative, most all-the-other-beautiful-things-that-make-life-worth-living, and i guess—i don’t know, man.

i’m not inside your brain-body so i cannot do this for you, but maybe, just maybe, if you sit with yourself in the quiet for a bit and ask yourself, “who am i not being? and why am i not being it?” and let the answer arise without judging or suppressing or fighting it, you will finally be able to shift out of your perpetual trying state and make space to let the magic in.

to be the magic.

i love you/i believe in you/happy investigating!

🔎

[tonguetwisterrs]

Dream “it” so that “it” can be.

The 3D world has told you to look outside for inspiration for your creations.

However, Tesla, Einstein, and Da Vinci … can attest to the power of dreaming, imagining, and envision as a quintessential component of creating ANYTHING. whether theories, art, or conceptual wisdom…

Actualization is the process of transforming a thought into an idea and an idea into a plan, and from there, the transference of energy from the internal realm to the external reality. All that you see and know is a thought actualized, therefore, why actualize what has already been created when you could actualize what has not yet been thought of?

Dream! Dream! You will not find new creations outside of you. It is impossible to seek something not yet created outside, you must dream and imagine! Let your imagination soar!

Xo,

HNCP

[mrs-trophy-wife]

When we learn to look only at what we want and never at what we do not want, we will no longer resist anything.

—Ernest Holmes

[trainhardloveharder]

if u see this , its meant for u to level up...

[unconditionallove3]

BOOM!

nothing is too big. if it exists in imagination, it exists in potential

[theformulaforsuccess]

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[ellipsus-writes]

(Read on our blog)

Beginning in 1933, the Nazis burned books to erase the ideas they feared—works of literature, politics, philosophy, criticism; works by Jewish and leftist authors, and research from the Institute for Sexual Science, which documented and affirmed queer and trans identities.

(Nazis collect "anti-German" books to be destroyed at a Berlin book-burning on May 10, 1933 (Source)

Stories tell truths.

These weren’t just books; they were lifelines.

Writing by, for, and about marginalized people isn’t just about representation, but survival. Writing has always been an incredibly powerful tool—perhaps the most resilient form of resistance, as fascism seeks to disconnect people from knowledge, empathy, history, and finally each other. Empathy is one of the most valuable resources we have, and in the darkest times writers armed with nothing but words have exposed injustice, changed culture, and kept their communities connected.

(A Nazi student and a member of the SA raid the Institute for Sexual Science's library in Berlin, May 6, 1933. Source)

Less than two weeks after the US presidential inauguration, the nightmare of Project 2025 is starting to unfold. What these proposals will mean for creative freedom and freedom of expression is uncertain, but the intent is clear. A chilling effect on subjects that writers engage with every day—queer narratives, racial justice, and critiques of power—is already manifest. The places where these works are published and shared may soon face increased pressure, censorship, and legal jeopardy.

And with speed-run fascism comes a rising tide of misinformation and hostility. The tech giants that facilitate writing, sharing, publishing, and communication—Google, Microsoft, Amazon, the-hellscape-formerly-known-as-Twitter, Facebook, TikTok—have folded like paper in a light breeze. OpenAI, embroiled in lawsuits for training its models on stolen works, is now positioned as the AI of choice for the administration, bolstered by a $500 billion investment. And privacy-focused companies are showing a newfound willingness to align with a polarizing administration, chilling news for writers who rely on digital privacy to protect their work and sources; even their personal safety.

Where does that leave writers?

Writing communities have always been a creative refuge, but they’re more than that now—they are a means of continuity. The information landscape is shifting rapidly, so staying informed on legal and political developments will be essential for protecting creative freedom and pushing back against censorship wherever possible. Direct your energy to the communities that need it, stay connected, check in on each other—and keep backup spaces in case platforms become unsafe.

We can’t stress this enough—support tools and platforms that prioritize creative freedom. The systems we rely on are being rewritten in real time, and the future of writing spaces depends on what we build now. We at Ellipsus will continue working to provide space for our community—one that protects and facilitates creative expression, not undermines it.

Above all—keep writing.

Keep imagining, keep documenting, keep sharing—keep connecting. Suppression thrives on silence, but words have survived every attempt at erasure.

- The Ellipsus team