#trustissues

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🌸 People with Mercury in the 12th house think a lot but say very little, like words get processed somewhere deeper before they’re allowed out.

🌸 If you have Moon square Saturn in your natal chart, you may have learned early that emotions are "too much" or inconvenient, so you must control them, delay them, or hide them.

🌸 I've observed that people with Venus in their 8th house don’t do light love. To them, love means attachment, merging, and fear of loss. All at once, there's no in-between.

🌸 With Mars in the 6th house in your natal chart, you may turn stress into action, always doing something but rarely feeling at ease.

🌸 If your natal Sun squares your natal Neptune, you may experience struggles with identity, like you're never fully sure who you are without external reflection and validation.

🌸 If you have Saturn in the 1st house in your natal chart, you may always feel watched, judged, even when no one is actually paying attention to you.

🌸 With natal Jupiter in the 12th house in your chart, you may be protected in unexpected and silent ways. Your luck shows up in invisible ways, not obvious, but it’s there.

🌸 If your natal Uranus is placed in the 7th house, you may attract unpredictable people/partners/friends, relationships that start and end suddenly, or never stabilize properly - helllooooooooo, it's meeeeeeee 😭

🌸 Mercury opposite Neptune people may hear everything and doubt everything. Their intuition and confusion may be mixed.

🌸 With Pluto in the 4th house in your natal chart, you may carry family patterns deeply, even when trying to break away from them.

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Credits to @leech-mother (images) and to @strangergraphics (divider)🌷

Romantically?

TrustCam (Imposter Orange X Purple), whole plot that I will not spoil.

Blime (Blue X Lime), trust each other a lot, Blue understands Lime's struggles with certain things and Lime is touched by someone who doesn't think they're insane.

GeoGem (Black X Cyan), which will have a whole story built around it.

PizzaCrust (Yellow X Brown), they are married, you can't change my mind about this.

PaidIntern (White X Crewmate Green), they get together as ghosts somehow.

Of course we have plantonic ships,

TrustIssues (Lime X Purple), they trust and respect each other but will never be in a romantic relationship because they know it would end badly.

MedbaySecurity (Blue X Purple), purely plantonic and comfort.

And Doomed ones,

HRSecurity (Crewmate Orange X Purple), one-sided relationship but both were sorta crushing each other but one died and had their skin worn by an alien parasite that eventually becomes like them in a way.

theme: recovery 🌱

✦ ━━━━ .°• ♔ •°. ━━━━ ✦

✦ YOU ✦

Healing didn’t arrive like something you could point at and call progress. It came in uneven pieces—good days that made you believe things were finally getting better, and bad days that pulled you right back into places you thought you’d already left behind.

Some mornings you woke up and it felt almost normal again. Other mornings, silence hit too loudly and your chest tightened like nothing had ever changed at all. And the worst part was how unpredictable it all was—how healing refused to follow any kind of pattern you could trust.

But slowly, something began to shift. Not the pain disappearing, but the way you carried it. You stopped hiding every crack. You stopped pretending you were fine when you weren’t. And for the first time, you let yourself exist in front of others without shrinking away from your own feelings.

✦ ━━━━ .°• ♔ •°. ━━━━ ✦

✦ ZORO ✦

Zoro didn’t suddenly become gentler. He didn’t need to. What changed was the way he stayed.

He stopped assuming silence meant you wanted space from him. Instead, he started reading it differently—sometimes as exhaustion, sometimes as uncertainty, sometimes just as you existing without needing to explain yourself.

“You don’t have to carry everything alone,” he said one day, low and steady, like it wasn’t advice but something he had finally accepted as truth.

At first, you didn’t respond. And he didn’t push. He just stayed close enough that if you did need him, you wouldn’t have to search for him in order to ask.

That was his version of healing. Not fixing. Not forcing. Just remaining present even when things were quiet.

✦ ━━━━ .°• ♔ •°. ━━━━ ✦

✦ SANJI ✦

Sanji learned that care wasn’t supposed to feel like pressure.

At first, he tried to fix everything the way he always did—food, routines, attention, constant checking in—but slowly he noticed something important. You weren’t falling apart anymore. You were just… tired of being treated like you might.

So he changed. Carefully. Hesitantly.

He started sitting beside you without always speaking. Letting silence exist without rushing to fill it. Letting you decide the pace instead of trying to anticipate every need before you even voiced it.

“You don’t have to keep checking if I’m okay every second,” you said once, softer than before.

And he froze for a moment—because that sentence wasn’t rejection. It was trust in its earliest form.

So he nodded, slowly, like he was learning something new about love that didn’t require constant fixing to be real.

✦ ━━━━ .°• ♔ •°. ━━━━ ✦

✦ LUFFY ✦

Luffy didn’t change in dramatic ways. He never really did.

He still showed up loudly, suddenly, like he was incapable of understanding the idea of emotional distance. He still dragged you into conversations, meals, chaos—like staying close was the only way he knew how to care.

But now, there were pauses. Small ones. Almost unnoticeable to anyone else.

“Hey… you okay?” he’d ask in the middle of noise, like it suddenly mattered whether you were still with him in that moment.

And sometimes you were. Sometimes you weren’t. But he stayed either way.

Because Luffy didn’t heal by analyzing people. He healed by refusing to disappear from their lives again once he realized what absence had done before.

And slowly, your laughter stopped feeling like something you had to force—and started feeling like something that could happen on its own again.

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✦ LAW ✦

Law observed everything like he always did—but now, it wasn’t just observation. It was awareness.

He noticed the subtle things first: fewer pauses in your voice, less hesitation when answering, less tension in your shoulders when someone entered the room. Not perfect. Not finished. But changing.

“You’re stabilizing,” he said once, almost quietly to himself.

Then, after a beat, he added—“That’s a good sign.”

It wasn’t emotional in the way others were. But it wasn’t distant either. It was careful acknowledgment from someone who understood how fragile recovery actually was.

And for Law, that was how care looked now. Not overstepping. Not withdrawing. Just recognizing progress without trying to control it.

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✦ ACE ✦

Ace still struggled with silence. That part didn’t disappear.

But instead of filling every quiet moment with jokes, he started learning when to just… stay in it with you. No performance. No distraction. Just presence.

“Still here,” he’d say sometimes, randomly, like a reminder for both of you.

And you noticed something different—he didn’t joke about your near-death anymore. Not the same way. Not as armor. Not as avoidance.

“I don’t wanna scare you again,” he admitted once, scratching the back of his neck, voice quieter than usual. “So I’m trying not to make everything a joke.”

It wasn’t perfect. He still slipped. Still fumbled. But now the effort didn’t hide behind humor—it stood on its own. And that made it real in a way that mattered more than perfection ever could.

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✦ SABO ✦

Sabo stopped trying to love you from a safe distance.

He started showing up more often—not always at the right time, not always with the right words—but consistently. And consistency, in his case, was its own kind of apology.

“I missed too much already,” he said quietly once, handing you a letter he could’ve sent instead. “I’m not doing that again.”

He didn’t demand forgiveness. He didn’t rush healing. He just… stayed present in it.

And over time, you stopped flinching when he appeared. That was his version of progress.

Not redemption. Not erasure. Just presence without disappearance.

✦ ━━━━ .°• ♔ •°. ━━━━ ✦

✦ YOU ✦

Healing wasn’t a straight line. It never became one.

But it became something you could walk through without constantly feeling like you were about to fall off it. Some days were still heavy. Some memories still pulled harder than others. Some silences still felt too loud.

But there were also days where you didn’t think about leaving. Days where you didn’t expect everyone to disappear. Days where you could just exist without preparing for loss.

And slowly, that became enough to keep going.

Not perfect. Not fixed. Not fully healed.

But no longer alone in it.

✦ ━━━━ .°• ♔ •°. ━━━━ ✦

Chapter 1

2. The Impossible Lie

Location: Batcave. Time: 2:53 p.m.

They confirm it in the Batcave.

Clark leans against the main console, arms crossed, watching as Bruce removes his cowl with slow movements.

Clark: Does it hurt a lot?

Bruce freezes.

Bruce: No.

The word comes out… wrong. Ill-fitted.

Clark tilts his head.

Clark: Bruce… does it hurt?

A second attempt. No qualifying words.

Bruce: Yes.

They look at each other.

They both know Bruce should have lied.

Clark: Unexpected.

Bruce: Yeah.

Bruce presses his lips together. His mind is already racing: variables, risks, possibilities of exploitation. He doesn’t like any of them.

Clark: Let’s try something.

Bruce should say no. He doesn’t want to risk talking.

Clark: Do you trust me?

The answer is immediate.

Bruce: Yes.

Clark swallows, even though it means nothing. Bruce trusts him—that’s not new, although… does Bruce really trust anyone? But he said… maybe…

Clark: Do you always tell the truth when you answer me?

Bruce closes his eyes. Curses silently.

Bruce: No.

Clark smiles.

Clark: And now?

Bruce: Yes.

It’s a growl, but Clark is used to it—and he has super hearing.

Clark: Since when?

Bruce shakes his head.

Bruce: I don’t know.

Clark: Are you giving me short answers to avoid saying more even though that’s going to slow us down?

With a snort, Bruce leans back against the Batcomputer and looks at him, brows furrowed.

Clark: Bruce, if this is happening, it could be dangerous.

Bruce: I know. And we need to figure out whether it happens with everyone or, coincidentally, only with you.

Clark: That wouldn’t be so bad, would it?

Clark sees Bruce struggle—but the answer slips out before he can stop it.

Bruce: Definitely not.

Clark laughs and Bruce grumbles a little, but the moment fades and they both sober up again.

Clark: If anyone finds out—

Bruce: They won’t.

Clark: I would never use this against you.

Bruce swallows.

Bruce: I know.

And that’s the worst part. And the best.

Clark steps closer.

Clark: Do you want me to avoid asking you questions?

Bruce thinks about it. Really thinks.

Bruce: No.

Clark raises an eyebrow.

Bruce: I hate being exposed, but it’s a relief not having to avoid it and, since for now it’s only you, it’s okay to stop pretending and rest.

It’s almost verbal diarrhea on top of a lot of very pretty words, so Clark can only smile.

Okay, but first, full disclosure: I started this rant because I was looking for funny BotSatS incorrect quotes or whatever the stupid acronym is, just some late-night nonsense to make my brain giggle, and instead I stumbled on this absolutely tragic Snojanus post by @binarisunset (I literally suck at using this app so here’s a link to their account https://www.tumblr.com/binarisunset) that crushed my soul so thoroughly it dragged my brain into a full-on literary spiral instead of letting me go to bed at 2 a.m.; so here we are.

Okay, but can we talk about how betrayal only ever hurts because intimacy exists first 😭; like, it’s not just “someone does something bad,” it’s “someone you trusted, someone who mattered, someone who let you see them chooses to hurt you anyway,” and that’s literally why stories feel like knives in your chest; Othello doesn’t get destroyed by a stranger, he gets destroyed by Iago, the person who knows his heart, knows his weaknesses, knows what he will believe, and uses it against him; The Great Gatsby doesn’t even need violence — Daisy just chooses comfort over Gatsby, and he built his whole life around her love; weaponized intimacy, emotional murder in slow motion; Jane Eyre trusts Rochester, and when he hides Bertha, when he betrays that trust, it cuts harder than any random misfortune could; Victor Frankenstein abandons the Creature he created; the Creature didn’t need enemies, he needed a parent; that absence, that refusal of connection, absolute intimate cruelty; in the Bible, Adam and Eve didn’t even have the tools to understand the tree, and God punishes them anyway; Judas betrays Jesus with a kiss; the intimacy makes it sacred, spiritual, devastating.

And fandom, let me tell you, fandom hurts in the exact same way because the rules never change; John Walker spirals after Lemar dies, trapped between grief, guilt, the serum, and a government that demands perfection; he trusted people, he trusted rules, and all that trust collapses spectacularly, layering betrayal after betrayal; Sejanus and Coriolanus — friendship, political bonds, maybe love, and then betrayal; it’s gutting because the intimacy is what makes it irredeemable; the Marauders prank that hurt Remus? same formula; he let them in, and that’s what makes it hurt so much; the act itself isn’t betrayal, it’s the closeness he gave away that gets weaponized.