šļøWhisperer of soft guilts & comfort in the dark - giving voice to the stories that deserve to be embraced.
| MDNI š«| ā¢ Comfort, devotion, and whispers that linger after midnight.
You summon a demon expecting chaos - instead, you get sharp sarcasm, reluctant concern, and someone who notices a little too quickly that youāre not okay.
Itās just late, raining, and I couldnāt get my thoughts to quiet down.So I hit record. No script - just me, talking to you.Maybe youāre tired, maybe today wasnāt great, or maybe you just needed a voice to keep you company for a bit. Butā¦ youāll be fine.
For those nights when sleep turns against you and the dark feels heavier than it should. This oneās soft. Just warmth, quiet breaths, and someone who refuses to let go until you drift back to sleep. If youāve ever needed a voice to keep the nightmares awayā¦ this oneās for you.
A raw, emotionally intimate monologue set inside a car on a rainy night. Two ex-lovers reconnect after time apart. The wounds are healing. The feelings never left. Itās the beginning of something they both thought was overā¦ until they looked at each other again.
A raw, emotionally charged monologue set inside a car on a rainy night. Two ex-lovers, tangled in a toxic history of obsession, love, and emotional decay, find themselves face to face againā¦ after swearing they were done.
Love doesnāt always whisper sweetly - sometimes it lingers like a shadow, quiet but unshakable. This oneās soft, yesā¦ but thereās something darker beneath it. A confession that blurs the line between tenderness and need - the kind of love that doesnāt just stay, it claims.
Sometimes the echo of a voice lingers long after the audio fades. Itās not always the fantasy we miss - itās the feeling of being seen, heard, held.
Take a step out of the city lights and into a night where the sky does all the talking.Iāll guide you through constellations and whispered stories of gods and stars - read in a Polish accent, in the Polish names of myth and cosmos.Lay back. Tune in. The meteor shower begins.
Thereās something quietly devastating but comforting about this script - the way it holds tenderness and exhaustion in the same breath. Confession that doesnāt ask for anything, just wants to be understood. Human and a little bruised - like love thatās learned how to stay even when it hurts.
Itās that quiet, early-morning kind of softness - when you wake up, realize sheās stolen your shirt again, and youāre too sleepy (and too in love) to do anything but smile.Warm voice, lazy kisses, and that half-asleep kind of honesty that feels a little too real.
This version is low, soft, and intimate. Youāre sitting next to him at a bar. Drink in hand, crowd murmuring around you, and he just turns, leans close, and tells you everything. It's tired honesty. The kind that hurts worse because he never raises his voice. He doesnāt need to. The pain.
A little holiday chaos. A little heat. Youāre out Christmas shopping together, the mall is packed, and somehow he still finds a way to pin you against a wallā¦ between gift bags and promises he fully intends to keep. Warm breath, soft teasing, that smug grin only your boyfriend gets away with.
A soft, honest confession from a man who finally speaks his heart. A poem, a promise, and the kind of love that trembles when itās spoken out loud. If youāre in the mood for something tender and full of feeling - this is for you.
A little behind-the-scenes piece after seeing a really fun request from u/VeeAyOfficial.Figured it could be a nice way for you to get a little peek behind the curtain - why I record, what it gives me, and what I hope it gives you in return.
A slow, soft, grounding piece meant to guide you out of your head and into your body. Warm imagery, gentle pacing, heart beating and a full body scan to help you breathe deeper and settle.If you need a quiet place to rest for a whileā¦ this oneās yours.
Sometimes all someone needs is a quiet voice, a warm presence, and a moment to breathe.This script feels exactly like that - gentle, steady, and written for the kind of night where you just want to let your shoulders drop and let someone care for you for a while.
A calm, honest sleep aid spoken directly to the listener. Gentle reassurance, quiet affection, and comfort without promises - just presence, understanding, and rest.
There isnāt really a description for this one.Itās not meant to fix anything. Itās just something said out loud, for anyone who knows what it means to exist after someone.
I was feeling a little anxious while recording, so I just laid there and talked softly, with my cat purring beside me. You might hear a few gentle mic taps from her occasionally bumping into it with her nose - she insisted on being part of the process.
This one isnāt about moving on.Itās about what lingers when nothing changes - the quiet, the ordinary, the ache that refuses to leave. Still is for anyone carrying a presence they never really got to hold.
A New Year. A kiss that lingered. Heat, nerves, and hands that finally stopped pretending they didnāt know what they wanted. The kind of intimacy that only comes after years of restraint breaking all at once.
Itās a quiet confession for anyone who survived instead of healed - who made it through the year carrying more weight than answers. No pretending, no forced optimism. Just honesty, fatigue, and the small, stubborn kind of hope that shows up anyway.
Sweetness isnāt always about taste - sometimes itās about how someone makes you feel. This is a soft piece about being seen, cared for, and gently reminded that you are enough. Because you are someoneās favorite kind of cakeā¦ even on the days you canāt see it yourself.
A sleepy night. Slow breathing. His voice brushing against your ear as he pulls you closer and tells you just how much he loves every inch of you - flaws, fears, and all. Because sometimes the gentlest words hit the deepest.
This isnāt soft, and it isnāt sane. Itās the kind of voicemail you shouldnāt keep, but youāll play again and again anyway. A voice thatās ruined, raw, and completely consumed by you - need tangled with devotion, obsession wrapped in filthy sweetness.
Sometimes the loneliest nights make us wonder if the person weāre meant for is out there, searching too. This script is a love letter to that feeling - a quiet promise from your future husband, speaking straight to the part of you that longs to be seen, chosen, and loved.
Thereās something about the quiet moments, isnāt there? The way a single question can echo and unfold into a hundred different daydreams. This one keeps circling back to the same thought: Do you think thereās a universe whereā¦
For those moments when life feels overwhelming, this is a soft reminder that you donāt always have to face it all by yourself. Itās gentle, heartfelt, and just a little teasing. Voice that wants to make your world softer. Itās also a promise: even the strongest deserve to be held sometimes.
This one isnāt sweet - itās raw, intimate, and dark. A voice spilling confessions of lust, tenderness, and then the crushing void when it all stops. It lingers between vulnerability and obsession, the ache of needing someone whoās suddenly gone.
This oneās for when the weight of it all feels a little too heavy. Soft, warm, and meant to feel like being held, with reassurance that you donāt have to carry everything alone. If youāve been needing comfort, affection, and a voice to remind you that youāre cared for, this might be for you.
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