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Lup not really caring to make friends with anyone on board, because well, she’s always had Taako and he’s always been more than enough. But one day, she realizes that at some point she made the switch to always make vegan baked goods so that Magnus and Merle can have some (because they’re lactose intolerant). And that she patiently sat with the bluebirds and asked “why they make their nests in tree roots, not tree tops, because Lucretia was looking really frustrated over that this morning.” And how she always remembers to pack an extra sleeping bag when she camps out with Taako in the Mongoose grove, because Merle always sits out to watch the stars with them. And she makes her coffee the same way Cap’n Port does so she makes extra for him every day. Lup realizing that every time the hunger finds them, she doesn’t hesitate to start lighting those fuckers up to protect these people, knowing they’d son be back on the ship. Lup realizing that she has a really wonderful group of friends now.
Lup slowly become more relaxed over the years, maybe learning a little from Merle about how to calm down, or to help stop the paranoia, how to find comfort in her surroundings.
Lup & Barry: #justtransthings
Lup & Barry going through the awkward stage of “I know you don’t think I’m cool, but we’re 2/7 people in our party, and we don’t know how long our journey is going to go for, so we should try and get along.” then moving into “awkward ribbing and casual bullying, learning more about each other’s lives and interests, spending more down time together” then moving into “oh I just realized that you’re important to me in an entirely different way everyone else on this ship is.”
Oh man. I was sitting in church today and my pastor was spitting out that Good Wisdom™
In particular, he was talking about God’s provision for every. little. thing. in the life of a believer, adding, “If God could provide His Son for your salvation, how could you think that He can’t take care of you and provide you with what you need? That’s just not possible.”
That stuck with me because I remember the stressful week I’ve had and in the middle of all the anxiety and fear I could sense God reminding me, “How could you trust Me to save you from eternal death and then not trust Me with the every day struggles you face? How could I give you My Son and not provide you with what you need in this life?”
We can trust in Him–not trust in what He can do, but trust in who He is. In the goodness of His heart towards us.
How good is He? He always reaches out and destroys every lie, every wrong mindset, and softly, gently, lovingly reminds us of the beautiful truth of who He is. I’m humbled by His heart every single day. He gets more and more beautiful each time I look at Him and behold His glory. He gets so much better every moment. We can cling to every promise He speaks and walk in their truth because He who promised is faithful.
Sometimes everything is to much. Sometimes everything is to bright and to loud. But Morality knows where he can find rest.
(Moxiety if you squint)
Warnings: I don’t think there are any but if you find something, please let me know!
Morality couldn’t sleep. Not tonight. He tried to close his eyes, to shut out his thoughts and turn off his ever running, constantly going mind.
But he couldn’t.
Everything was too soft, too rough.Too dark, too bright. Too loud, too silent.
Too much. Too little.
Morality stood, pulling his warmest, softest blanket with him and trudged from his room, limbs filled with lead and mind filled with dreaming thoughts or sleep and solace.
Laying down would only drive his thoughts again, prompt his mind to push out endless fantasies and again he would find himself with no room for sleep amongst his thought crowded mind.
He stumbled up the stairs and entered the big bathroom. Morality paused for a moment to admire it, as he always did before finding the peace he craved.
Soft moonbeams fell through open curtains and clear window panes, ringing the large bathtub and giving it the heavenly glow Morality would always associate with it.
He climbed into the tub and cuddled into his blanket warmth surrounding him.He looked into the night, a clear night sky with a full moon and stars dropped haphazardly over the inky black canvas that settled calm waves over his mind.
He sighed ever so softly, not wanting his breathing to disturb the soothing image that was painted amongst the atmosphere, the safe warm place he made for himself be shattered.
With bated breath he watched the sky, a light thump coming from behind.
He turned sleepily to the door, a tear stricken Anxiety stumbling through with his own blanket and a bottle of grape Gatorade.
He paused when he saw Morality, eyes dimming further. “..i’m sorry."The darker choked out taking a shaky step back. "I-I’ll just-”
Softly Morality spoke,voice heavy with sleep, moving his legs to the side as he did. “It’s okay kiddo, I don’t bite.”
Anxiety stuttered out a soft laugh and walked over, sitting himself into the empty tub on the opposite side of Morality, also looking into the sky.
It had a different meaning for Anxiety, that night sky.lt which gave Morality such peace. It brought him comfort in a way that he would never admit to the others.Anxiety quickly searched for the brightest star, watery eyes locking on it with a shaky exhale.
Somewhere, there was another person, feeling the same, or maybe different then he did but somewhere someone was looking at that star.That exact one. Maybe their baby had just been born. Maybe they had lost a loved one or maybe something good had happened to them,maybe their life was filled with joy. Maybe it was filled with grief.
But they were out there, looking at that star and finding peace in it. The brightest star meant Anxiety wasn’t alone. He was more than just his namesake, he was more than his nightmares or panic attacks.
He wasn’t alone.
Morality was already snoring softly when Anxiety left his mind, sleep filling the cracks of his broken brain and pulling a heavy feeling over his bones.
They fell asleep together. A man looking to escape his thoughts and another too deep in them to find his solace.