Fic Update: Gone in 60 Threads

[Mamorien]

In a world borne On The Shoulders Of Titans (all kaiju are true), the fates of Monarchs and men entangle when there is Civil War Upon the Serpent's Domain.

As a nation's foundations are cracked and the men meant to uphold its treasures lose all reason to do so, the children of the Amazon do not waste the chance to regain their primacy.

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Notes:
All I can say is that if you are squeamish about snakes... Skip this one

See the end of the chapter for more notes.

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While giant snakes are ever-present in Kaiju media, and so are more reasonably sized snakes in the natural horror genre, this was my own take on them, a general homage, if you will. Brazilian folklore is full of tales of massive snakes with the most varied of abilities or impossible features, and so the idea of an Amazonas Basin ruled by a sprawling collection of Kaiju-esque anacondas actually came easily to me. The idea of showing humans, even if indirectly, being subservient to even "small" Kaiju also came to me as an element in the setting worth exploring.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/496948.../193959526

PLUS! Another inciting exstallment of Wednesday at Sunnydale.

Buffy's brow furrowed. "Let me get this straight. Our pencil-pushing, ribbon-cutting Mayor has been alive since, what, the horse-and-buggy days? Who trades their soul for eternal Mayorship?"

(...)

Wednesday didn't skip a beat. Her eyes slid to Mike's school binder on the desk behind him, next to the computer. Its surface was scratched with what looked dangerously close to a demonic glyph. Wednesday addressed him, "If you're innocent, you won't mind me looking at this."

She faked a move toward the binder. When Mike shot out his hand to grab his binder, but Wednesday moved faster, clamping her pale fingers around his wrist with unexpected strength that made him wince. Wednesday's head snapped back, and suddenly images flooded her mind, each more vivid than the last. The boys' bathroom that Halloween night, a can of spray paint, a book stolen from the town occult shop, a symbol daubed half-playfully on the wall. The huge clawed hand emerging from the glowing pentagram. It was all a joke right up until they started screaming and running. Then the connection broke, and Wednesday returned to herself with a silent gasp, her pupils contracting back to pinpoints.

Wednesday's eyes glared in cold judgment as she released Mike's wrist. "Vandalism with a grimoire. How innovative." Her voice dropped to a whisper that somehow filled the room. "The book and what you painted on the wall. Now. Or I'll show you exactly why my last school kicked me out!"

Buffy stared at the three, her words sharp as a knife's edge. "Trust me when I say that's the best advice you'll get today."

https://forums.spacebattles.com/threads/...-116951378