#rooted in my fear of abandonment :( | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

abbyshands · 1 month

Text

🇵🇸 LINKS | before engaging !!! | click before you fic ♡ | m. list | join my tag list!

fix you by coldplay makes me think about ex gf!abby anderson criminally speeding down a highway. it’s raining, it’s freezing, and she shouldn’t be doing this, but she is. you were seconds away from saving what you had with her, but too late, it was over, she didn’t want you. then she went home, approached her door, and she saw you. saw the times she picked you up in her muscular arms, kissed you like you’d fade if she didn’t as she dragged you inside. she saw you on her couch when she got into her living room, sprawled across her lap as you rambled to her. tried to sleep it off in her bed, but she didn’t see you this time, she felt you, cuddled up in her arms as she kissed you to sleep. and then she cried, she bawled, because she had lost you. she had been an idiot, because how could she have let you go? then she left the house, got into her car, and fucking sped. rain falling down all around her, battling to get to you as fast as she could. like someone, someone wiser, who would never let you go, would get to you before she could. and she couldn’t allow it, she wouldn’t. you didn’t open the door at first when you heard her knock. you were numb, exhausted, sick. you couldn’t speak to a soul, not when you were like this. not when you had lost the only person who could make you feel what you did for abby. and who could even be here at this hour? but her knocking is deafening, goddamn incessant, and you can’t ignore it. you get up from bed, walk to the door, and your heart drops. it’s her. and your eyes are red. your heart is frigid, vacant. you can’t feel a thing but the cold, rainy wind on your cheeks as soon as you open the door. and abby’s there. blonde braid soaked, face red. she’s been out here for a while, obviously. but she couldn’t leave, not when you were at stake. “abby?” you’d mumble, and she wouldn’t even answer. she cups your face in her hands, pulls you close, kisses you. and when she pulls back? “baby,” she whispers, and it’s sweet, and it’s endearing, and it’s sorrowful, but it’s home. her kiss says sorry. what she calls you only yells it. and when she pulls you into her arms, embracing you like she’ll never let you go again, because she won’t? she doesn’t need words to explain it. “i promise you i will learn from my mistakes.” because she would never make the same one again.

and just to add in this lyric: “tears stream down your face, when you lose something you cannot replace” abby anderson could never replace what was irreplaceable. you were everything to her. you were perfect. all that she wanted. all that she craved, come hell or high water, no matter what happened. and she’d be damned if she ever let you slip from her fingers again.

378 notes · View notes

rowanhoney · 7 months

Text

Ok???? Journaling does work? Just gotta adapt to your own form

#Im just typing in my notes app #I could never write a journal cos it’s never around when I need it #and I cannot be honest when I commit words to paper #but even before that I simply cannot hand write fast enough to keep up with my stream of consciousness #i can type fast enough tho #rn I’m working on my fear of abandonment #cos I’ve always been soooo detached from family it never felt like the root of it was there #so I’m going through every time the loss of someone felt like a rapture down the center of my world #Im working slowly backwards through the years but the first one was definitely at the beginning of primary school

5 notes · View notes

therevengeoffrankenstein · 7 months

Text

so tormented that i am currently working on two different stories about ex-druggie chicagoan jewish guys being in bands and supernatural forces fuck everything up. one features actual G-d and a messenger Angel is a central character and the other one has ghosts and shit.

the two are different enough that they are separate characters but similar enough that it's obvious that they are both based on myself. i'm doing bad btw.

#myevilposts #i have a deep rooted fear of abandonment.#the bc wip #the mi wip #people are going to write essays on how i handle drugs/addiction/straight edge culture and religion/spirituality #in my stories. one day!#it's funny and i know it will bother a lot of people how deeply religious a lot of my works are but #it's distinctly from the pov of an ex-xtian jewish convert so i think i get a pass.#and it is distinctly NOT from the pov of encouraging conversion. though honestly if someone converted bc of one of #my works i would feel so so so honored. like i inspired you that much to go out of your way to research and become a part of something #that has bettered your life? g-d man that's beautiful. i do want to help people and if someone converts bc of me and #it improves their life than i will have done a good job.#though once again that is not the ultimate goal here! idgaf about whether or not anyone converts or not!#also if any of my works get anyone into music/music history/the horror genre oh i'd be so honored.#i'd be honored if i made any kind of positive impression on anyone if only a moment's comfort.

5 notes · View notes

sunnetrolls · 2 years

Text

reasons why i love plotting unrequited love/crushes so much: it’s so fucking tasty like the ouaaaaaa :dramatictears: potential is so strong

#sunne speaks #and because like #in this case planhz has always kind of has abandonment issues/fear of his loved ones leaving/disappearing/him outliving them #poor man never had a lusus and can’t keep quads for shit for whatever reason #i think ive said this before but like #he thinks that he’s getting over it by staying detached from everyone #and never staying in one place too long #can’t have people leave if you do it first i guess #but it really doesn’t help that he’s a hopeless romantic that falls in love WAY too easily #he craves the stability and security of like. kal and tazie #knowing there would always be someone who would unconditionally want you and stand by you #bc he has a critical lack of that just always #and it REALLY doesn’t help when you know that like. everyone you want to be that for you #doesn’t care for you like that in return #in conclusion. he does a very good job of keeping himself pulled together but is very tragic at his roots :(#sorry planhz it’s tasty character lore my bad

7 notes · View notes

poptartmochi · 7 months

Text

the artist's folly descends upon me again🆘

#agustín's roots will always be great comet BUT. augusta is being seasoned w poto sooo thoroughly im ⛏️⛏️⛏️⛏️#no thoughts within her head but thoughts of joy 🥺 no dreams within her heart but dreams of love!! 🤧#as the little baby augusta on her wedding day (w her father's blood 🤭) and THEN #abandon thought and let the dream descend when she kills her husband #as some fun little mirror image thing 🐻🐻💫#the brain also churns for like.. evildivorce art based off the one lyric 👣👣#the one that's like those who have seen ur face draw back in fear. i am the mask you wear‚ it's me they hear. my spirit and my voice in one #combined yk.. the image in my mind rotates to that one lyric 🤧#although that's a fun reversal.. augusta would be the phantom there 😝 but tbh i have no idea if that even fits!#anyhow dino thoughts foreveeer!!#🦖#sriracha.txt

0 notes

steviescrystals · 8 months

Text

so my best friend’s little sister (who is also best friends with MY little sister) apparently removed almost everyone from her instagram and i just found out that for some reason included me :) my best friend thinks it’s funny but i’m so genuinely upset, like i’ve known her for 8 years and bc our sisters are best friends too we all practically lived at each other’s houses all through middle and high school. but whatever! i guess it’s fine!

#like sure it’s instagram it’s not that serious #but i love her like she’s my own sister and finding out she unfollowed me & removed me as a follower hurts way more than it probably should #and bc i have depression and anxiety and a deep rooted fear of abandonment among Other Issues i’m lowkey spiraling over this #not spiraling spiraling like i’ll be fine lol #but i’m really upset and i don’t know why my best friend’s response when i asked her about it was just ‘lol that’s funny’#anyway how’s everyone else’s day going…#vent

0 notes

kithj · 7 months

Text

happy friday the 13th here are some spooky text-based games for halloween:

contrition - As a priest, it’s your job to listen to your parishioners’ darkest secrets and absolve their guilt. But when a sinister stranger comes to the confessional one Halloween night, you realize it’s your soul on the line.

familiar - You are a familiar. Your mistress has some requests for you. Help her complete her ritual, or pay the price of failure.

jagged bone - A branching choose-your-own-adventure horror game about transformation and perspective.

the forest of candles (and the man with a lighter) - follows Maggie, a young woman with a fear of forest fires sparked by an old town folk tale. She's spent years trying to escape her hometown and the fear it inspires in her, only to be called back for the funeral of an old friend.

mary's hare - Mary's Hare is short interactive horror story about a woman and a rabbit, based on the story of Mary Toft.

only this - "And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming / And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor..."

what girls do in the dark - a slumber party text adventure.

god is in the radio - you are death, one of 22 members of the major arcana, a cult dedicated to some far-off god. the night is halloween, and you watch in scorn as the unknowing dance among devils and dress to indulge in sin. the high priestess receives a message from the all-mighty himself: the arcana must gather in an abandoned house and find his song on an old radio receiver.

anchorhead - Travel to the haunted coastal town of Anchorhead, Massachusetts and uncover the roots of a horrific conspiracy inspired by the works of H. P. Lovecraft. Search through musty archives and tomes of esoteric lore; dodge hostile townsfolk; combat a generation-spanning evil that threatens your family and the entire world. (illustrated version on itch.io)

my father's long, long legs - An interactive horror story about family, unease, and loss.

beneath floes - Qikiqtaaluk, 1962. The sun falls below the horizon and won't return for months. You wander the broken shoreline, wary of your mother's stories about the qalupalik. Fish woman, stealer of wayward children: she dwells beneath the ice.

the silence under your bed - An interactive horror collection about the strange, the spooky, and the macabre.

bogeyman - You can go home when you learn to be good.

#god is in the radio and what girls do in the dark can be considered VNs i guess #i've played all of these except for anchorhead bc im bad at IF games like that lmfao #i played bogeyman a few days ago and im still thinking about it....#sorry i just love making lists. i tried to go for a strictly halloween vibe #and keep them completely text based this time #games #interactive fiction

6K notes · View notes

moongreenlight · 7 months

Text

“Realistic Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley headcanons” and then it’s just the fun police.

Mdni. Nsfw below cut.

- It makes me want to scoop my fucking brain out with a spoon when people say that Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley is some shy, anxious soft boy. I really do not believe he’d need to be coddled after a nightmare or babied when he’s feeling angsty. He is fine, y’all. Please don’t call paw patrol.

He is a soldier. He’s a war criminal. He is traumatized to the point of numbness. He is fucked up and weird and insane and honestly I think that we should all let everybody have their thing.

I cannot fix him. I do not want to fix him. I can only make him worse.

- Sorry but I just cannot write him having any kind of romantic feelings toward Soap. I like writing their dynamic more brotherly.

Furthest they’ve gone is ‘locker room gay.’

Like Johnny sends him dick pics on occasion because he thinks it’s funny and it pisses Ghost off.

That being said, I do read the occasional Ghoap fic. I’m not a perfect person. Sometimes it’s just yummy delicious.

- Feel like he’s the kind of freak to intentionally go to the gym without headphones. Something about discipline. Opting to just stare at the wall in front of him while he’s doing cardio or counting repetitions of exercises.

But on the rare occasion that he does indulge himself, he has a playlist of like 5-6 songs he likes and when it ends he just goes back to silence. Divorced dad rock. Chorded headphones only.

- Doesn’t have the debilitating commitment issues as people paint him out to have. Just commitment-phobic. Obviously stems from his past. He’s got that sexy deep rooted fear of abandonment or something horrible happening to people he actually lets close to him. But he’s not completely turned off by the idea of romantic attachments or close friends, just a little hesitant to open himself up to that kind of opportunity.

Probably very cagey about romantic partners. Doesn’t want the guys to know about you. Doesn’t keep pictures of you around his bunk or anything like that. He’s worried it’ll somehow compromise your safety. Worried about you getting swept up in his work.

- Women’s rights? Or Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley? I really do think he’d love to have a partner who lets him provide *everything* for them. He just wants to serve and protect. Wants his bird to be in a gilded cage all nice and safe and reliant on him for survival.

Doesn’t even really like the idea of you going to the grocery store by yourself. Would prefer if you just stayed put and tended his home and cooked him meals and let him dote on you and provide everything you could ever need.

- Has a really strange understanding of technology. He’s fine with the newer military stuff. That’s his element. He can do electrical wiring, set up a TV, install security cameras. That’s all whatever. But a cell phone? He doesn’t give a shit enough to keep up with the new updates and all the new things you have to learn when you get a smartphone. Wishes he would have kept a flip phone.

Texts like this: [OK. See youtonight.]

MAYBE has a private Facebook with no profile picture where the only things on his wall are Price wishing him a happy birthday every year.

His camera roll is like; 97 accidental screenshots of his Lock Screen, a few pictures of him and the task force boys, the inside of his pocket (another accident), a sunrise, a few cool things he found on missions, 34 pictures of Soap and Gaz when they took his phone.

- Insufferable in the early stages of trying to date him. Little to no communication other than basically demanding you meet him somewhere. Texting or talking on the phone? Like pulling fucking teeth. You think he’d rather be dead.

It was a headache getting him to go out in the first place. Maybe you worked at a bar where the guys would come to have a drink after a long day. He’s a little stand-offish but he’s handsome and he knows how to banter well enough for you to be persuaded by a coworker to slip him your number after you complained one too many times about a shit hookup or yet another terrible first date. It takes him nearly two weeks to phone you.

“Didn’t think you’d call.”

“Didn’t think I would either.”

He takes you out once, you think he seems sort-of interested, then he doesn’t phone or text you back for three days. You get over it. A few more dates in. You can tell he’s a bit more relaxed. A bit more open. You’re less worried that you’re a terrible conversationalist. Then he goes on a month long deployment without saying anything in advance. Radio fucking silent yet again. You want to tear your hair out. When he finally gets back, he’ll text you something like [Atthat pub you like. Drinks ?] completely out of the blue. You think you may actually go insane.

- Once he’s gotten used to you, it’s like the sole purpose of his life is to be your protector even if you’ve only recently convinced yourself he may want something casual. You’re small and grab-able. He knows how nasty people can be and what think when they see you. He needs to know that you’re taken care of, kept safe from such a scary world.

So he’ll just linger around you. All the time. Standing behind you when you’re at the till at the store, staring down the cashier who was only trying to be friendly when they asked if you had any fun plans for the rest of the day. Big arms folded over his chest. Looming so largely he threatens to eclipse you without taking a single step forward. Eyes burning a hole into the poor person who hastily finishes the transaction without another word.

Walking silently next to you in the evenings after you’re both off work; close enough to brush shoulders, but that’s about it. Listening to you chirp on about your day. Occasionally offering a small grunt of acknowledgement or a few words of interjection. Always walks on the side of the path that he thinks could pose you the most immediate danger. Shielding you from what may lurk in a darkened alley or a hedge or a small thicket of trees.

Scary dog privilege, but like… for when you go to fill your car up with gas in broad daylight in a good part of town and he insists on standing out there with you. ‘Just in case’ If he even lets you out of the car in the first place.

- AND OFF THAT POINT. I think once he’s decided that he’s actually fond of you, it goes from zero to a hundred so fast it makes your head spin.

Like the last time you spoke, it was still unclear on if you were keeping things casual or not and now you’re at dinner and the waiter just asked him if the two of you wanted dessert and Simon just grunts “dunno. Ask the missus.” ??? He sucks so bad I NEED him.

- As much as I love an overly possessive and jealous Simon, I saw this tweet that said “My girlfriend can wear what she wants because she’s a hoe and I knew that before we started dating” and it changed my life.

He’s secure enough not to need to cause a scene if someone makes a pass on you in public. He understands that you’re attractive and that other people are bound to find you attractive too. (Not that he doesn’t still want to pull their fingernails out one by one, threatening them and everything they love for daring to exist near you. He’s just got better control over himself than that. King.)

He knows he’s better than any of your other options. Nobody else could keep you as safe as he could. They don’t know the world like he does. They don’t know how breakable you are. How sweet and naive you can be.

Not to say he isn’t overly jealous and possessive, he just won’t pitch a fit in public.

LIKE dragging him to the bar with your friends and he sits at the table with all of your drinks. Him watching you dancing out of the corner of his eye, seeing some prat come up and grab your ass in passing. Or a group of guys dancing with your friends getting a little *too* close to you for his liking. He doesn’t do anything while the two of you are out- not wanting to ruin your fun. But that night after you’ve gotten back to his flat (He insisted. Closer to the bar. Uber was cheaper.) and he’s tearing your miniskirt off like it’s personally offended him. He’ll be a little rougher. A little more liberal with the marks his mouth leaves on your collarbones and inner thighs. His strong hands will grab at the fat of your hips a little harder than he should- leaving bruises where his fingers dug in. He’ll lean over you while you’re split open with his length, snarling down at you. “Had everyone’s attention tonight, didn’t you, pet?“ “You like havin’ eyes on you?” “Greedy fuckin’ slag.” “Can’t appreciate what you have.” “Need a reminder of who you’ve got to impress.” Maybe he’ll take you in front of a mirror, massive hand fixed on your jaw. Jerking your face up so you have to look at yourself being ruined by him. How pretty and slutty you look when your makeup is ruined by the tears he’s fucking out of you.

- He calls you ‘bird’ or ‘pet’ more often than anything else. A little on the nose for how he treats you. Like you’re some small, frail thing that can’t go a day without him. Stripped of your natural survival instincts and instead leaning on him for support and comfort and food and shelter. Just how he likes it.

GOD he’s a fucking freak. Gross and mean and fucked in the head. Makes my stomach hurt. I hate him. I wish I was schizophrenic so I could vividly hallucinate him.

#simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #call of duty #simon riley smut #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley #ghost cod #ghost mw2 #ghost x reader #cod x reader #call of duty smut #cod smut #141 headcanons #headcanon #drabble

4K notes · View notes

emilyaxford · 1 year

Text

i should have never read litany in which certain things are crossed out because every time i’m truly sad. every time. the line repeating through my head is always “you will be alone always and then you will die”

#like i’m an enneagram 6 i know that’s my base fear but cmon!!#don’t worry this is my last emo post i’m going to wake up tomorrow and be normal #relatedly i was listening to a podcast where the guest said your fears are genetically based on inherited traumas from your parents #and i was like idk if i really buy that unless it’s mass traumas like the holocaust/slavery/etc.#but i just for fun i thought hm what could be the root of my fear of being abandoned and alone without support #then i remembered my fucking dad spent the first three years of his life in an orphanage

0 notes

schwarzkatje · 3 months

Text

'50s!au with butch!ellie and married!fem!reader

part 2

you, who had been forced to get married to a man you don't even know (let alone love), being torn between feelings of acceptance, because what else could life have given you, and the lingering thought that you're missing out on the many experiences and possibilities hidden god knows where.

confusion that only expands its roots in your mind and heart when one of your husband's most close friends, joel miller, gets invited for dinner and brings his daughter along with him.

ellie. of course you already knew her, she is just a few years younger than you and, again, the daughter of a very close person to your husband. but never had the two of you had the chance to talk and lock eyes for more than two seconds.

it's not just the more intimate scenario that makes your throat dry and your heartbeat falter, but ellie herself. her beauty – round green eyes, so clear and delicate – and the way she dresses – a grey suit, slightly on the bigger side in size, both because this kind of clothing isn't meant for women and also because ellie is quite skinny.

it's the contrast that does it for you and if your train of thought wasn't already all over the place before, it certainly is now.

you forget how to act properly and your husband doesn't waste a second to reprimand you for not smiling enough or for taking too long to bring him his cigar. how can you function when your skin reacts to ellie's stare as if it was a touch your senses could physically perceive? how can you when you feel drawn to her and have to remind yourself not to let your eyes linger too long on her in fear everyone at the table notices something odd going on with you?

ellie's body language contributes to the flowing heat in your face and shivering sensation inhabiting your body: it's an habit of hers to sit with spread legs, right elbow planted on the table and the thumb and pointer finger of her right hand fiddling with her lower lip. all of this while keeping those sinful emeralds locked on your figure. it isn't fair.

when dinner's over, you gather all the dishes, the cutlery and the glasses, heading to the kitchen to wash them. it's when ellie gets up her seat and sees it as an opportunity she has to take to help you, but most importantly to spend some time alone together.

you only hear the rattling of her chair being dragged and don't see her coming in your direction. you realise her intentions when you turn around and bump into her, face first, against her chest. now you even have her scent to haunt you. just your luck.

you quickly make out an apology, gaze going anywhere but towards her direction. ellie taking your chin with the fingers that had been playing with her lip this whole time, guides you and stops your wandering.

"it's actually my fault, i scared you". again, it can't be fair. "can i still help you with the dishes?"

you try your best to sound as polite as possible and not dismissive as if ellie was a burden or stepped the line. "no no, you're a guest here, i can't have you do any of that".

ellie doesn't insist and you almost picture this behaviour as uncharacteristic of her. until you realise that although you declined her offer she isn't budging. instead she leans against the counter and follows your every move, this time with her arms crossed.

your nervousness reaches its peak now that there's only you two – your husband and joel are in the living room in front of the tv. and when you get to this point, you abandon any shy constraints and start talking, hoping to ease the awkward air.

"i really like how you dress. i mean, it really suits you," and you think ellie would laugh because when exactly did you manage to take a proper look at her attire when all you did was avert your eyes? turns out that ellie simply smiles and inches closer to accept the compliment.

"it has a whole different flavour when it comes from a pretty woman like you," this kid is too sly for her own good. your breath gets temporarily stuck on your throat and takes a little longer than usual to get out. and when it does, its higher in volume. goddamnit.

you scoff because what exactly is life doing with you right now? "it's the corniest thing i've ever heard, i hope you know that," comes out... natural? your own chest feels lighter and even though shivers don't cease to awaken your body, you start walking on an path where you are at ease.

now it's ellie's turn to laugh, maybe not expecting you to be so bold as to come up with such an answer. she's not a saint and she would be lying if you had asked if she wasn't enjoying just a little too much taunting you.

"doesn't mister hubby call you names like 'sweet pie' or 'honey bear' or whatever shit you straight couples seem so fond of?" ellie isn't afraid to give voice to what she thinks and you find yourself admiring that.

this encourages you to keep talking and laughing without keeping an eye on how hard and loud you do. "i think these nicknames only appear in nursery rhymes".

you go back and forth for quite some time, keeping it not serious and just enjoyable. maybe the first time since your marriage where your speech isn't as controlled and your own persona tastes the aroma of existing while being free.

but the excitement – for lack of better words, because you know it's not just that, but something more serious and filthy, something you aren't ready to admit even to your own thoughts – that caught you in a net previously comes back the instant ellie goes quiet and pushes a lock of hair behind your shoulder.

you are so beautiful and nice and easy to talk to. not only that, you clearly don't have anything against ellie and the way she is and lives. she wants to keep this.

and so she decides to risk it all, running her mouth and being shameless.

"listen, would you mind if sometimes i steal you and take you with me? i know a place or two you would like"

#ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie x y/n #ellie x you #ellie williams #ellie tlou

987 notes · View notes

aphroditelovesu · 6 months

Text

Yandere Golden Trio Headcanons (Platonic)

❝ 🔮 — lady l: another Harry Potter headcanons because my mind is buzzing with ideas yayy!! I hope you like it and forgive me for any mistakes! 💜

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, jealousy, overprotection and implicit murder.

❝ 🔮pairing: yandere!golden trio/harry potter, hermione granger and ron weasley x gender neutral!reader.

You probably did not know, but they were obsessed with you from the first day of class at Hogwarts. All of you were new and some strangers to this world and they needed something they could cling to, something that would not leave them and that someone was you.

You met on the train. You and Hermione sat together and talked a little until you went with the other boys, at her insistence, you went along and that was when you met Harry and Ron.

They were ecstatic to discover that you were new too and couldn't wait to be with you at Hogwarts. Once you were selected into a house other than theirs, they would sulk and even get angry. But if you were a Gryffindor like them, there would be no problem to deal with.

They are incredibly possessive of you and they will get upset and irritated when you are with someone other than them, especially if it is someone like Draco Malfoy. You are theirs, you had become theirs since the first conversation on the train and you would continue to be theirs.

Harry is the least possessive, but he is still very jealous of you, even with his own friends. He is very kind and polite, so loyal to his friends and so adored, there is no bad intention in his actions and his thoughts are all about you. He needs to protect you, take care of you because he can't bear to lose you.

He is very calm and rarely loses his temper, Harry just wants to protect you and take care of you. He can't lose anyone else and he can't lose you. Harry is very overprotective and suffocating at times, wanting to know how you are and what you are doing. He's just looking out for you like a good friend would.

Ron is very possessive and suffocating, his insecurity will take him to extremes just to get your affection. He is very lively and optimistic, he is always the one who will lift you up and make you laugh every time you are feeling bad. He cares for you very much and secretly longs to be your favorite.

He is very insecure deep down and fears being abandoned by you, and he can't have that. Ron likes to keep you with him, always keeping you safe and secure, and most importantly of all, just with him. Ron is very spontaneous and lively, desperately wanting to be loved by you.

Hermione is the most balanced, or so she likes to think. She is very intelligent and kind to you, always making sure you are well and happy. Hermione likes to stay by your side in silence, whether it's reading a book or talking about something. She would love to help you with your studies, even if you don't need it, but it would make her very happy.

She is very possessive and manipulative, having seen you first, she should have more right to you. Hermione is fiercely protective of you and jealous, wanting to be the only one to have your attention. She is very careful about you and is always trying to help you, even if you don't need it, but this helps her feel needed. Hermione is a big fan of hers, always rooting for you.

They are extremely protective of you and they are willing to do anything for you, including using forbidden magic. Harry is very suffocating and needs constant reassurance that you are okay, Ron desperately wants your attention and affection and Hermione needs to care and guide you.

You will always be theirs. There's no way to walk away, even if you wanted to. They would never dare to harm you in any way, but if you are resolute in doing things that they vehemently disapprove of, punishment will be meted out. They don't want to scare you, that's the last thing they want, but they have limits.

At any sign of conflict or danger you will be removed. It doesn't matter if you know how to fight or are good with spells, they won't risk your safety and your life. And if you are hurt, they will go into a frenzy of rage and worry and will not stop until they find the culprit and deal with them. No one can hurt you.

Harry would always protect you and be by your side, holding your hand if you needed it. Ron will always cheer you up and say the right things to make you happy and Hermione will always guide you and take care of you in her own way.

Once they become obsessed with you, there is nothing to be done. Not even Dumbledore could help you, not when the obsession, the need to protect you, was already so ingrained in the Trio. You would have to get used to being deeply loved and protected because they aren't going anywhere and neither are you.

769 notes · View notes

ephemeral--dreams · 1 year

Text

Making you cry during a fight (2) - Scaramouche, Yae, Kaeya

Okay guys here you go never ask me for anything ever again /j

(part 1)

☆ ☾ ☆ ──────────────────

Scaramouche

There's a sort of deep, instinctive fear that takes root inside the place where a heart would be, as he watches tears fall after a few too-harsh words.

He's hurt you. He's been careless, he's been too difficult, too much - and it's going to drive you away. You're going to abandon him because of this incident, surely. Why would you stay with someone who makes you cry?

It's… it's not a feeling he's dealt with for many years. The fear of being left. He has not allowed anyone to get close enough to him to have any concern over whether they're around or not. Scaramouche had learned his lesson about getting attached and having emotion, after all. He had spat out whatever bitter words he pleased and felt nothing when he upset anyone he spoke to.

But those days are past, and while that's a good thing in many ways, right now it feels anything but.

"I-"

"Sorry. I shouldn't be crying," the way you apologize as if you're the one in the wrong stabs right through him. You're the one crying, yet he is being wounded just as much. It's an awful thing, caring. "Just. Just give me a moment…"

Scaramouche hesitates. He's paralyzed, caught up in the idea that anything he does or says may make things worse. But what wins out is the idea of fixing it, fixing things before you give up on him—

"Stop it. You shouldn't be the one saying sorry here. I shouldn't have said that to you, alright? You should know better than to take everything I say so seriously, honestly, I-" he sighs, irritated with himself more than you, before pulling you into his embrace. You don't pull away. Good. Maybe he hasn't entirely fucked things up. "...I didn't mean it. Sorry."

Yae

Yae Miko is not the sort of person who yells during a fight. Or at any time, really. So that hadn't been at all what had happened during your little conflict.

Rather, her words were pointed to hit where it hurt, an attempt to shut down whatever silly human nonsense you thought was worth causing a riot over. Problems came and went, and most weren't nearly as important as they may seem in the moment. Living many years had led her to this conclusion. She was a busy woman who had little interest in wasting her time arguing.

...Calculating and perhaps dismissive she may be, but she isn't cold. Yae still very much has a heart, and it skips a beat when she realizes you're nowhere to be found at the usual time she would meet with you after finishing her shrine duties. Surely you weren't that upset over it all, right?

No, you couldn't be still lingering on the issue hours later…

Well, you could. Others were far more sensitive to these things, a fact she often forgot. Yae should know better. Isn't she used to highly emotional people, after all? At least your tantrums weren't going to practically destroy the nation…

She finds you at the foot of the mountain, sitting and idly staring into the distance. The tear tracks on your face are all too telling.

Yae is not above realizing when she has done something wrong. Though she's also not one to openly apologize. She doesn't do much of anything openly.

"You don't listen to me," you tell her.

"Well, I'll try to listen more, then. Is that satisfactory?" She offers a hand to you. You wait a moment before taking it, allowing her to pull you up. "Just remember to consider my side of things as well. We can work on it… But let's not linger on this too long. Time is fleeting for mortals like you, hm?"

Kaeya

Kaeya is excellent at one thing - avoidance. In fact, he's been successfully avoiding you ever since your fight a couple of days ago. It's easier to simply wait until you've both cooled off.

That's what he tells himself. It's certainly not that the fight made him feel anxious. He's not running away from his problems, of course not.

(He's lying to himself. One wrong word and you'll leave. He knows that. It's bad enough that you had an argument, archons forbid he confronts you and it's the last straw.)

So Kaeya carefully stays out of your way, doesn't speak to you, doesn't let you catch sight of him. He'll have to deal with things eventually, he knows, but… Until then, he's content to keep things this way. Four days in you finally seek him out yourself, looking exhausted and absolutely miserable.

"Can we- can we stop fighting? You're right, I'm wrong, all that-" He can only watch as you start breaking down in front of him, a cold, sinking feeling of guilt settling in. "...Just stop ignoring me, please?"

His life has been filled with bad decisions - it seems that he's made yet another, by avoiding you so long. Now Kaeya is faced with your tears as you practically beg for his attention. It's quite the opposite of what he intended. He reaches a careful hand to brush them away. "Shh, shh. No more, alright?"

You sniffle, looking up at him. "You're not mad at me?"

"Of course not, sweetheart. I never was. We can talk about it later, okay? Let me make you feel better."

#scaramouche x reader #yae miko x reader #kaeya x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #wanderer x reader #story unfolding

2K notes · View notes

cemeterything · 3 months

Note

mmm but have you considered doing something horrible to someone out of the desire to protect them because you believe it’s the only way and then the person you hurt rightfully hates you for it

the way this is phrased sounds like you're asking me if i've ever personally considered this. the answer is yes but i'm learning to control my destructive urges and recognise their roots in my deep-seated fear of abandonment.

318 notes · View notes

cherryrainn · 3 months

Text

DINNER .

; pairing ; alastor & human! reader

; note ; hihi! this is a request i got on wattpad! (yes i changed my format again)

; warnings ; chasing, captivity, predatory behavior, he ate you

the moon hung low in the night sky, casting an eerie glow through the twisted branches of the abandoned forest. the air was thick with a palpable sense of foreboding as you venture deeper into the darkness, your footsteps echoing in the silence that surrounded you. the only sound that cut through the stillness was the rustle of leaves under your feet as if the very earth beneath you shivered with a sense of unease.

your senses heightened with each step, the crunch of leaves beneath your shoes making you acutely aware of the isolation that enveloped you. it was said that this forest was cursed, abandoned by both the living and the dead. yet, curiosity drove you forward, a reckless desire to explore the unknown.

as you pushed deeper into the heart of the forsaken woods, an unsettling sensation crept up your spine. you felt eyes upon you, unseen and malevolent. a chill ran down your spine, and the shadows seemed to dance with a life of their own. you quickened your pace, aware that you were no longer alone.

a low growl reverberated through the air, causing you to freeze in your tracks. the atmosphere thickened, suffused with a sinister energy that seemed to emanate from the very heart of the forest. before you could react, a figure emerged from the darkness, its form illuminated by the pale moonlight.

a demon, grotesque and menacing, stood before you, his sharp, yellow teeth glinting in a predatory smile. his red eyes bore into yours, the sinister glint betraying the facade of charm he so masterfully wore. the tufts of hair on his head resembled the ears of a deer, and his entire presence exuded an otherworldly aura.

"well, well, well," he purred, his voice dripping with amusement. "what do we have here? a lost lamb wandering into my domain."

you felt a shiver run down your spine as alastor circled you like a predator sizing up its prey. the air crackled with tension as he continued to appraise you, his eyes flickering with a hunger that went beyond the mundane.

"you've stumbled into something you shouldn't have," alastor mused, his tone taking on a dangerous edge. "this forest is my territory, and those who enter uninvited are subject to my whims."

as he spoke, a disturbing realization struck you -a bestial urge, a wendigo-like hunger, flickered in his eyes. his internal struggle played out before you, torn between devouring you and keeping you as his plaything.

a sinister smile played on his lips as he spoke, "now, my dear, the question is, shall i indulge my appetite and feast upon you, or perhaps, keep you for my amusement?"

fear gripped your heart as the words of the demon hung in the air. without waiting for a response, he continued to circle you, reveling in the uncertainty of your fate. in that moment, a surge of adrenaline coursed through your veins, drowning out the fear, and a single thought echoed in your mind – get out of here.

without a second thought, you turned on your heels and sprinted through the twisted trees, the forest becoming a blur around you. the crunch of leaves beneath your frantic footsteps reverberated through the night, and the distant laughter of alastor followed, a haunting symphony to your desperate escape.

"oh, run, my sweet little morsel! run as fast as your fragile legs can carry you!" his voice called out, a mocking lilt underscoring his words.

panic set in as you desperately searched for an escape, but the once-visible path had vanished into a disorienting labyrinth of darkness.

your breaths came in ragged gasps as you stumbled over roots and rocks, the relentless pursuit of alastor's laughter pushing you to the brink. the forest seemed to warp and twist, playing tricks on your senses, and every desperate turn only deepened the sense of entrapment.

just as hope threatened to abandon you entirely, a gnarled branch shot out from the shadows, its twisted form snaking around your ankle. you yelped in pain as you fell to the ground, the cold earth meeting your face. the branch tightened its grip, preventing any further escape.

alastor emerged from the darkness, his eyes alight with sadistic glee. "my, my, it seems our little game has reached its climax," he mused, sauntering toward you with an unhurried pace.

you struggled against the binding branch, panic coursing through your veins. alastor leaned down, his face inches from yours, the twisted smile never leaving his lips.

"oh, my dear, did you really think you could outrun me? how adorable," he sneered, relishing in your desperation.

your chest heaved with each breath as you glared defiantly at the grinning demon. gritting your teeth, you looked up at him, defiance burning in your eyes. "yeah? well... you might be surprised," you retorted, your voice steady despite the fear that coursed through your veins.

alastor chuckled, his amusement growing. "bold words. perhaps there's more fight in you than i anticipated." he circled you, his presence looming like a dark specter.

in that moment, a flicker of hope danced in your chest. maybe, just maybe, you could defy the odds and escape the clutches of this sadistic demon. if you showed him you weren't afraid, perhaps he would release you.

"you see," you continued, keeping eye contact with alastor, "i don't scare easily. you might think you have control, but i won't be just a victim in your stupid game."

alastor's grin widened, the challenge seemingly invigorating him. "oh, how fascinating! a morsel with a spine. i do love a good challenge."

for a brief moment, it seemed as if the tables might turn. alastor hesitated, his gaze narrowing as he considered your words. the hope that had sparked within you was like a fragile flame, flickering in the darkness.

he considered you for a moment, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the handle of his cane. the silence hung in the air, pregnant with uncertainty.

then, with a sudden, guttural laughter, alastor shook his head. "you entertain me, but amusement can only go so far," he declared, his demeanor shifting.

alastor's form began to change. the air crackled with dark energy as he transitioned from his charming, dapper persona to his full demonic form. the tufts of hair on his head extended into formidable antlers, and his eyes transformed into swirling, demonic orbs.

a sinister smile stretched across his face as he loomed over you, the shadows of the forest seeming to bow to his malevolence. the once-playful atmosphere twisted into a palpable sense of dread.

"in the end, my appetite reigns supreme," he declared, his voice now a guttural growl that sent shivers down your spine.

before you could react, alastor's demonic form lunged forward, engulfing you in darkness. the forest bore witness to the macabre spectacle, the moonlight flickering in the twisted branches as your defiant words were silenced by the abyss.

moments later, the moonlit forest stood eerily silent, the shadows slowly retreating as alastor returned to his more refined, dapper self. the antlers retracted, and the demonic aura dissipated, leaving behind the sly, self-assured grin on his face.

with a flick of his wrist, alastor produced a small, pristine napkin from seemingly thin air. his eyes glinted with a semblance of amusement as he delicately dabbed at the corners of his mouth, cleaning away the residue of his meal.

"ah, what a delightful diversion that was!" he mused, his voice back to its smooth, radio-like cadence. the forest, having borne witness to the dark spectacle, seemed to exhale a collective sigh.

with a snap of his fingers, he vanished into the shadows, leaving the moon to cast its cold light upon the desolate landscape.

#ALASTOR #hazbin hotel #hazbin #y/n #reader insert #ask #kinda dark i love it #ask from wattpad #alastor x reader #hazbinhotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel x reader

293 notes · View notes

cute-sucker · 27 days

Text

irregular heartbeat

[31.3.2024]

note: erm, so i wrote this. idk how i feel about it...(if u find the taylor swift reference u will forever have my love) words: 1.8k warnings: drinking, swearing, heavy angst, slightly dark!rafe, toxic relationship

dating rafe cameron in secret was supposed to be fine.

it was supposed to be easy. you never passed his way on the island, and when you did he was his gang.

the kooks.

each one had a rich family and shit ton of daddy issues. kelce, a cold fish, topper, the charming one and rafe…the deadly one. the one that you were supposed to stay away from.

you were independent even out of school. your parents had needed help with two younger siblings. you went you fended for yourself, taking your sister to soccer practice and coming to your brother's plays. you had a one-track mindset. that was staying clear of trouble.

oh boy, but when rafe came in. a smirk on his face, sunglasses glinting in the sun, and a groggy voice that made you want to rethink all of your decisions.

some said trouble followed him, while others disagreed calling him the root of all the problems.

you never expected to fall into his clutches. your family had been dirt poor and you were on a scholarship to kook academy, passing with flying colors. you were ready now to graduate with your hands closing on the degree, and finally run away from figure eight forever.

yet it wasn't school where you met him.

it was when you had been dropping off your sister when he set his eyes on you. you were supposed to start a new life, but somehow you liked the way he offered you a new breath of air.

you liked the danger, and the intrigue surrounding him, and you liked doing something dangerous. you had always been reliable, you had always been the one to hang around your friends telling them it was time for you to go home.

you'd always been the straight a' student, good girl, and now you smiled back at him and that smirk spread on his face you left excited.

it was almost as if he understood you. it was the way he liked your sweet smile, always giving you time. he understood your hardships and shared some of his own - telling you about his difficult relationship with his father, running to get your coffee, and at one point holding you so tightly during the times you were like you were going to fall apart.

then he had asked you out. you felt like you were living the dream, retracing his freckles at night, and feeling the way he smiled at you. he was everything at you. you would never admit it, but even your sister had caught on.

her 10-year-old mind saw you lingering on rafe cameron, and she gave you a sly smile, telling you that you deserved it.

you liked that.

you liked the sweetness and the venerability that he brought out in you. you liked the way his arms could fold you, and the way you felt so safe. you liked the way he smiled at you in the morning after you stayed. this sweetness in the venerable laziness with his arms spread out and you could feel the steady beat of his heart.

dependable.

trustworthy.

lovable.

he was like a nightmare dressed like a daydream.

rafe cameron was a whirl of emotions. an unpredictable hurricane that came quietly and viciously. you hated the clear lies you heard in his voice and the way he drank to death. the bottle was attached to him, and his eyes were harsh, with his words even harsher.

no longer could you see the race that you loved.

you felt abandoned. all of sudden, it felt like everything was falling apart, as you tried to take care of everyone forgetting about yourself.

you'd cry and cry like you had never had before. your knees held up to your chest, and this fear, this constant fear followed you everywhere because you loved him. god, you loved him, desperately to the point of damming everything you had.

and you swore you had lost everything until he'd let you curl into your lap and he'd whisper sweet nothings in your ear. then you'd believe everything was going to be okay.

but here you were again, beer bottle tilted drinking every drop, while you aimlessly swayed to the beat as the party music blared. you felt weightless, died yet so alive at the same time. you were supposed to be placed.

yet you were dwindling to nothing because of rafe cameron.

he had told you were his love, his one and only, and yet he had just ignored you, pretending not to know you.

you wanted to scream.

in all honestly you always felt like crying, and then telling his friends what was going on. you were fucking 17 years old, and you were supposed to be out of this phase. out of this phase where you craved being a teenage dirtbag.

no, now you felt like a dirty secret as if he didn't want people to know that he was dating a filthy pogue on the other side of the island. he was ashamed of you.

these thoughts swirled in your head with no stop, and you felt more your hands shake and eyes blur with tears, as you tipped a bottle to your mouth. the more you thought about the situation, the more beer you drowned.

and all of a sudden you danced, your body in sync with the music, and you were next to the bonfire, too close, so warm. maybe you should take something off, it was way too warm, as you stumbled to get your top off.

suddenly you felt someone helping you.

topper.

"hey, are you okay?" he asked, drawing you away from the fire. you squirmed away from him, as your cup fell to the ground.

"'m fine, why?" you gulped down your drink with enthusiasm, "you know you should tell your friend to fuck off. he's an asshole." you sputtered out, trying to sit down only to lose your footing completely.

topper caught you in time.

"maybe you should stop-" he muttered, gently guiding your cup away from you. you felt like you shouldn't let him take your cup yet your hands wandered aimlessly in his direction.

"i'm a complete loser," you hiccouped, as you sat on the ground. "i'm in love with him. i'm in love with rafe fucking cameron."

topper raised an eyebrow, nodding silently as if he had heard this before.

then you found yourself sniffing sadly, and felt more confused. "why are you even listening to me babble? you don't even know me."

your tight minidress was slipping up your thighs, and you saw him glance before catching himself.

he laughed at your comment, almost as if he was surprised himself. "i don't know. all i know is that you seem familiar," he confessed, cracking a confused smile. you couldn't help but laugh just a little.

he was nice.

"seriously top, seducing a pogue? couldn't find other good fucks?" a dark voice drawled.

you turned to face the half-obscured face in the darkness. it was rafe, hat turned backwards, anger flickering in his eyes, an eerie expression on his face.

"shut up rafe," topper shot back, rolling his eyes. he looked amused almost as if he was enjoying this exchange of words.

you glared at rafe, placing your hands on your thighs. "maybe i should go fuck someone. i feel like it, y'know?"

rafe snapped to look at you.

you got up, sudden bravado in your heart. "you know what? i'd rather fuck anyone here then-"

his eyes.

that was what stopped you in your tracks. it was the fact that there was something so murderous, and you could tell that he was warning. yet you didn't want to stop. you wished he could drown in the ocean, or just leave you.

he let out a mirthless laugh, and then stepped closer to you, "let's talk.''

it wasn't a request, but you stepped closer to him, watching the way his breath hitched, and the way his hand itched to pull down the short dress you had on.

you stepped so close, it looked as if you were going to kiss him. you found yourself feeling cruel.

"stay away from me, rafe.," you whispered, and then walked away from him. but you knew that he wouldn't let you go without a fight, as he relentlessly followed you across the bonfire.

"talk to me," and then before you knew it topper was gone, and the two of you were shoved into a dark corner. you saw other couples making out, but none of them could care less about your presence.

his eyes searched for something in yours. he was so close, his heat rubbed off you and you waited for him to say anything.

"what the fuck is wrong with you?" he hissed, "what happened right there," he whispered, and he looked so concerned you wanted to break right there in front of him.

"you. you're what happened. you're breaking me." you breathed out, hot tears streaming down your face, and his grip on your arm got even tighter.

you gasped at the pain, and he quickly let go of your hand. he had hurt you, and he was-

"i-" he murmured, and then tried to draw you closer to his chest, "i love you. you know i would never hurt you."

you shook your head, as you sobbed. yet when he opened his arms you flew into them. he stroked your hair and buried his head in his chest.

"somethings wrong," you mumbled and he gently tilted your head to get a good look at you. you could barely understand the look on his face. he was so unpredictable.

"you've had too much to drink, darling."

then he kissed your forehead so gently, that a tear escaped your face. he was kissing all of your bruises and you would let him do anything to you.

"i missed you, you're gone all the time," you told him, latching onto his arm.

"i'm right here," he assured you, and you shook your head.

"no, no."

he wouldn't get it.

you closed your eyes, his ache in his heart growing. you could hear his heartbeat, and no longer did he sound steady. instead, it was irregular. you wanted to believe he was the same rafe cameron you fell in love with, but sometimes. . .

sometimes you couldn't even recognise him.

217 notes · View notes

myun-saidthoughts · 9 months

Text

Who Feels The Effects of 8th & 12th House Synastry?

(Can also apply to someone's Pluto/Neptune harshly aspecting your inner planets)

If the person in question possess placements in Pisces, Neptune, Scorpio or Pluto, the 12th house, or the 8th house, along with having challenging aspects towards their Moon/IC/fall or detriment placements, they will more than likely sense an immediate energetic shift in your presence. While you will also feel the intensity, they are the ones profoundly affected by the energies you emanate. This can be further seen when their housing placements activate placements in your natal chart, igniting areas of heightened energy you were unaware of.

If you are the one who has these placements, then it is likely you will feel the intensity of the connection more than them, (primarily in the beginning).

That being said, someone having these placements indicates that they've experienced a harsher upbringing in their childhood. Internal struggles might have occurred where the parent(s) weren’t nurturing or emotionally/physically there. So, now when it comes to romantic partners, if the individual is not aware of their deep-rooted pain or fear of true intimacy, unwanted patterns and situations will keep repeating.

Having the Sun/Moon or many planets in the 12th house might indicate physically absent parents, the Sun represents the father and the Moon represents the mother. Having a natal 12th house Sun or Moon might showcase emotional or physical distance and connection with a parent. Emotions were under-wrapped, clear communication or understanding wasn’t a common theme in their life. Especially if the individual has multiple planets in the 12th house, having this house as a prominent influence would heighten their sensitivity to energy and emotions. Boundaries within may be blurred unaware of how one should be treated due to the lack of care they felt, and whatever planet is located in the 12th house would showcase the lack of emotional connection and theme that the individual would experience.

When it comes to natal 8th house placements, having a lot of prominent planets in this house can indicate dealing with a lot of ego deaths and rebirths for this individual. Lessons started very early for them, and loss could have been a common experience, and fear of intimacy or true vulnerability might have reigned within their veins. Often times they undergo tons of transformation because of how much trauma they might of experienced growing up (entire natal chart is needed though for this to manifest heavily). Extremes might have also been a common theme for them; where maybe the individual grew up wealthy or well off and then one day lost it all, or they had a massive family then suddenly had to move away due to unforeseen circumstances. Especially if this individual has a Water Moon with challenging aspects, their mother could have been MIA then emotionally turbulent, where she gave love one second then completely abandoned them in the next (scorpio). Or where she was overly needy/emotional making them act as a parent (cancer) or as a savior that swept anyway pain for their parent(s) (pisces), being nurtured or cared for was unlikely therefore now they might struggle with accepting true intimacy and love.

With the 8th house, there is one clear distinction compared to the 12th house, and that is the 8th house doesn't have any hidden agendas. Everything is out in the open, the good and the bad. Pain was often something that occurred in the native’s life, (depending on other factors such as the Moon’s aspects and the IC) but in general, emotions run deep, and they run outwardly, especially if the native has a water Moon, (Scorpio, Cancer or Pisces). The planet that falls in the 8th house and it's aspects would paint a better picture of how much intensity this individual would experience (more exact descriptions in my eBook)

One common theme I notice when it comes to those who deal with such intensity in this synastry; is the fact that the person who is undoubtedly going through the most pain and turmoil has unresolved parental wounds that now bleed in every relationship they enter. Either one or both parents were emotionally or physically absent, and the type of love that they were surrounded with was either cold or lacking in one area of life. The love their parents gave them was either not enough or not right. This is more true for those w a poor aspected IC/Moon/fall or detriment placements etc.

Your sole caregivers, the people who are supposed to unconditionally love, care, nurture, and choose you didn’t; and that alone brings the deepest pain you now hold. You may not even be aware of that void you possess because in intricate situations your caregivers could have been there in ways that might satisfy others, yet for your soul, that satisfaction and safety that you needed and deserved, never came. Oftentimes when the individual has heavy 8th or 12th house placements (w a poor aspected IC/Moon/fall or detriment placements etc) this also could mean having a parent that chose themselves, others, substances, situations, or opportunities over you, creating a lack of self-worth and value that you now carry.

To gain a deeper understanding of the intensity experienced through this synastry, it is crucial to first comprehend the individuals' life experiences and the circumstances they have faced. By doing so, one can better grasp the extent to which the person will be affected by this synastry. Moreover, in some extreme cases, this understanding can unveil the true origins of toxic patterns. If one is unhealed or afraid to acknowledge and let their deep rooted pain go, finding a true partner is difficult.

In extreme situations, these individuals might tell themself that it’s easier to run from real connections or partners, yet there is a part of them that is eagerly wanting a safe home. So with that, there's now a side of them that they lock and hide away, and at the core, there exists a deep-seated fear within—an apprehension of allowing someone to truly see and know the entirety of who they are.

With 8th house synastry and if you have these deep-rooted fears/abandonment wounds then this would manifest as you clinging onto this individual for dear life. They somehow become this one home you’ve always desired, and that peace you’ve always wished for now is present, but only when you’re with them.

With 12th house synastry and if you have these deep-rooted fears/abandonment wounds, then this would make you feel safe loving someone whom you know will never truly be yours. You feel safe sitting in the area of uncertainty because accepting true real love scares you to your core.

Therefore the second you realize these individuals who touch your deepest wounds; won’t ever give you the soothing love or care you deeply wish for, the power that they have on your emotions and well-being will dissipate. They are just reflecting the pain that you now suppress from past partnerships and childhood experiences.

In my eBook, I have provided more precise definitions regarding the placements of the IC, Moon aspects, and the potential manifestations of each inner planet in the 8th or 12th house for individuals. You can find the link to my eBook pinned on my page for easy access.

602 notes · View notes