In a world built On the shoulders of Titans, we actually have two updates to report, one of them a week old but I lost track of it in the excitement surrounding new AToV. It's time for A Day In The Life Of... Them!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/352785.../143650252
Followed late last night or early this morning by the first chapter of Unbreakable Will (Tohoverse/Pac Rim/Pulgasari).
https://archiveofourown.org/works/567003.../144135367
And last, but not least, Threads of Destiny (OEX) Chapter 384:
https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/21188/...hapter-384
Mr_Crocodile Wrote:Them are ungry, foor store must be replenished.
Notes:
Hello everyone! For the second-to-last chapter in this anthology I decided to write a rare treat that I love: Xenofiction!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/352785.../143650252
Followed late last night or early this morning by the first chapter of Unbreakable Will (Tohoverse/Pac Rim/Pulgasari).
Croc also Wrote:“I fear all we have done is to awaken a sleeping giant, filling him with a terrible resolve.”
- Japanese Admiral Isoroku Yamamoto.
Notes:
Hello! Today I bring you a new -4 chapters long- story once more set in the OtSoT setting, this one all about the birth of one of Big G's greatest antagonists, or at least my take on him for this setting.
Unlike with my other short stories, my discord server's members adviced that I should write the entire story in a sequence instead of putting the chapters into my usual polls, so be ready for about three months of heavy metal action!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/567003.../144135367
And last, but not least, Threads of Destiny (OEX) Chapter 384:
Yrsillar Wrote:(Cai Renxiang) heard a song, low and melancholic, interwoven with another, strident and firm. She could feel the vibration of it deep in her bones.
In the cracked sky, a vast flock of ravens took flight, and the Weeping Sentinel, the woman-shaped tree that had stood over the foreigners’ camp throughout the summit, spread creaking wooden limbs wide. Crimson sap dripped from curling, branchlike fingers.
The face of the creature—the cultivator—was revealed. It was a face of stripped bark, as if it were flayed, with lines and curves of muscle and tendon exposed and wet. Empty knothole eyes wept blood. The Weeping Sentinel’s mouth opened, revealing teeth of dull and rusted iron, and her voice became the song.
https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/21188/...hapter-384