#lup

When Taako opened his eyes, he noticed a few things in quick succession. One: he was lying in a puddle of his own blood. Two: said blood puddle was in the middle of a dimly lit cave, which meant he, for some reason, was in a dimly lit cave. And three: Lup didn’t wake with him.

After that things got harder. Not on the Lup-Barry-Taako train. Somehow that actually went really well, like some sort of anchor despite the apocalypse they kept living through, every single year. But their escapes got narrower. The Hunger came sooner. Finding the Light every year started to take a god-damned toll. They lost six worlds in a row and in each one The Hunger attacked a day earlier. “Not a huge difference now,” Davenport said, at every start-of-cycle crew meeting, “but if it keeps getting faster, those days will add up. What if we lose a month? What if we lose half a year?” But for every world that died, every failed attempt to get the light, every one of them, their little family, who died and fell and didn’t come back until the Starblaster knit them a new life, there were the good cycles, too. The ones they did save. All the little moments in between.

it has been Three Weeks. but my laptop is BACK and that means THIS FIC IS BACK TOO BABEY!!!!!!!!! this time we get the entire rest of stolen century. nearly 20k chapters are normal okay. this is exactly how long chapters are supposed to be <3 featuring silly dates, that time taako's sister went and became a lich, and like, saving the world by ending the world. as one does. nothing bad could possibly happen haha what.

I had no time - got home from work at 9pm and I gotta leave again at 7am....I should be asleep. Maybe one day I'll make this look like I have learned to draw at all, probably not though

“MAGNUS!” “Holy—” Taako launched what he was holding, a half-full mug of coffee, directly at Magnus’s face, though he just ducked it and the mug shattered against the far wall, dripping coffee everywhere. Lup, who had been half-asleep against Taako’s consciousness, startled with a <whu huh,> and fire sparking up in Taako’s hands. Taako snuffed that out before she sleepily burnt Magnus. Magnus cackled. “You gotta stay on your toes!” He said, ducking Taako’s next thrown item, one of Lucretia’s books she’d ‘accidentally’ stolen from a library last cycle. “This is our relaxation cycle!” Taako snapped. “This shit isn’t relaxing!”