She yawned. Medea Argonid sat up with a grunt, scratching the back of her neck with blunt, callused fingertips. Her nails rasped over the sl
She yawned.
Medea Argonid sat up with a grunt, scratching the back of her neck with blunt, callused fingertips. Her nails rasped over the sleep-slick stubble along...
2025-05-12 09:29:48 +0000 UTC View PostDrops within the week. Earliest Monday.
Here's a snippet:
"I will do it! I will kill the SDC!"
"No Adam!" said Sienna. "You are the SDC."
And then Adam was a business executive.
Literally peak fiction.
But seriously, First three chapters will be dropped here then, they shall be public on Patreon.
2025-05-11 16:02:49 +0000 UTC View PostLightning flashed across the skies of Northern Solitas, a kaleidoscope of red, blue, and green flickering and dancing in the heavens. It painted the sky with an eerie brilliance.
It was visible from Atlas.
Of course, it would be. Perched high above the world, Atlas had a vantage point few could match. Even from such a distance, the explosion of light swam vividly against the darkened sky.
Epsilon retreated—and fast. As far as many knew, four ships had left Atlas. Only thre...
2025-05-09 13:57:04 +0000 UTC View Post+++
She hid.
He told her to.
But it didn't last.
Not when the Atlesians came.
Not when the steel-faced Knights tore the bunker door from its hinges like paper—rifles raised, visors gleaming with uncaring light. Not when the Marines barked orders, their beams sweeping over the children, the old, the wounded—over her.
They shoved them out into the cold.
Pasiphae hit the snow face-first, ice biting her skin, breath ripped from her lungs as the world ...
2025-05-08 04:12:47 +0000 UTC View Post+++
A shrill, mechanical whistle screamed through the steel bones of the warship, followed by the guttural bark of a voice over the intercom:
"General Quarters! General Quarters! All hands, man your battle stations!"
Then came the bell—blaring, relentless, pounding in rhythm with her heartbeat.
Winter shot upright in her bunk, the metal frame groaning beneath her. For one suspended breath, the walls seemed to close in, then exploded with movement—boots thudding, vo...
2025-05-07 04:52:04 +0000 UTC View Post+++
Jacques Schnee tapped the crystal tumbler on the lacquered table—once, twice. His fingers stilled after the third, the movement precise, deliberate. A single cube of ice clinked, catching the amber glow from the chandelier above and scattering fractured shadows across the polished boardroom. Seven executives sat before him, their gazes fixed, their posture tense—the way prey watches a trap shift.
They had just finished watching a video of the negotiations, carefully edited...
2025-05-06 04:17:07 +0000 UTC View Post+++
"They're here! Atlas is here!"
The cry cracked across the air like a gunshot, sharp and jagged with panic, serrated by the wind. It echoed off stone, metal, and mountain like some ancient omen.
Boots thundered against the frozen dirt of the courtyard. No clean formations, no military discipline—just the wild, frantic energy of people who knew the cost of hesitation. Old men stumbled out with rusted revolvers, grim-faced Dust miners yanked on jackets and belts, and wide...
2025-05-05 06:48:30 +0000 UTC View Post+++
I stood over the wall, gloved hands braced against the cold steel lip, watching the convoy begin its slow, careful descent down the switchbacks. The wind knifed through my coat and sliced across my face, but I barely felt it.
The sound of the engines echoed off the mountainside in slow, thunderous groans. We watched them go like people watching lifeboats leave a sinking ship.
The morning had started before the sun crested the peaks. Arguments filled the main hall of the ...
2025-05-02 03:39:55 +0000 UTC View Post+++
Three sharp knocks echoed off the cold steel of the study door—precise, deliberate, unhurried. A rhythm that was expected.
Jacques Schnee glanced up from his desk, his pen pausing mid-signature.
"Enter," he said, voice clipped and clear.
The door opened without a creak.
Winter Schnee stepped inside, moving like a blade unsheathed. Her Atlas Academy uniform was immaculate—formal dress blues tailored to perfection, the silver piping gleaming even under dim ...
2025-05-01 03:14:29 +0000 UTC View Post+++
The wind picked up, howling like a starving beast, clawing at the walls of Nicolasburg.
"And pray tell, why should I trust you, Miss Khan?" I asked bluntly, cutting through the noise of the storm.
"You do not mince words, do you?" Sienna noted, her amber eyes glinting with something between amusement and challenge.
"I am...
2025-04-29 03:52:03 +0000 UTC View Post+++
I took careful breaths.
I tossed the crowbar away.
The SDC men flinched.
"Get their weapons, their equipment," I rasped. My body felt like hell—every nerve burned, every muscle screamed. Exhaustion clawed at me, sinking deep into my bones. But I held myself upright, steady. I had to. Appearances mattered now more than ever.
The other miners nodded, rising up and moving quickly to follow my orders. I turned toward one of the nearest buildings, my vision swim...
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The Foreman stood at the edge of a storm.
His knuckles whitened as they gripped the edge of his desk, the wood groaning beneath the strain. Around him, the office had transformed into a war room—maps layered with hastily drawn lines, radios blaring with static and alarm, officers barking into headsets, their words fractured and frantic.
The symbol of the Schnee Dust Company's authority now flickered under the cold fluorescents, trembling with the tremors of rebellion o...
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When it was over, there was nothing.
No applause. No mutters. No footsteps.
The smell of scorched flesh lingered.
Finally, Frick nodded, shaking his head. "Let this be a warning to you all. The SDC has been lenient—light. But justice comes, regardless. Do not follow his example. Do not talk to the White Fang. We are your employers. Not them."
He scanned the gathered crowd. Their faces were impassive, unreadable, as if they no longer knew how to feel. But Fr...
2025-04-24 05:14:24 +0000 UTC View Post+++
I stared at him.
Then I sat down.
He nodded.
"Good."
Silence settled like ash.
"Do you know why I am here?" Frick asked calmly.
I shook my head.
He stared at me like he was x-raying my thoughts. Then he nodded again, apparently satisfied. "I'll show you, then."
He reached into his coat pocket, drew out his scroll, and tapped it. The screen lit up cold blue as he laid it on the table. My father and I leaned in—and our blood ran cold.<...
2025-04-23 03:08:20 +0000 UTC View PostDay turned to night.
But that didn't mean everything else had stopped.
Pasiphae walked with purpose, a tray balanced in her hands, bowls of warm soup trembling slightly with each step. The orange glow of the jail's floodlights greeted her like the flare of a gas lamp before a fire. She paused for a moment, her breath catching in the cold, before forcing a smile onto her lips.
"Food delivery!" she called out, her voice light and cheerful—a practiced tone she'd perfected ove...
2025-04-21 03:55:31 +0000 UTC View Post+++
The wind hit the window like it was trying to break in. I could hear the frame shaking, feel the chill squeezing through the cracks in the wall. Morning hadn't fully arrived, but there was just enough light to see—a pale wash turning the room to gray. Pasiphae was still asleep beside me, her breathing steady, her golden hair spilled across the pillow. I watched her for a moment, just breathing with her. My chest ached—deep and sharp. It wouldn't go away. I reached out and cupped...
2025-04-17 03:46:52 +0000 UTC View Post+++
Fujikawa leaned back in her chair, eyes fixed on the screen. The civilians were gradually settling into their assigned quarters. None had grounds to complain—each living space was equal in quality, with ample freedom to customize and personalize. Now, the only task left was assembling the mission leads and setting the agenda in motion.
She tapped a key. The screen flicked to one of the private rooms. Her gaze sharpened—then a smirk crept up.
A YoRHa android was bent ...
2025-04-16 03:34:24 +0000 UTC View Post
So only two people placed their names in. And of those two people, one man pulled through.
Winner: russel marsh's character
Blackrune nearly won. But Welsh pulled through.
Congrats. Prepare your hips.
2025-04-14 06:10:55 +0000 UTC View PostThis is a poll to determine if Pasiphae should live on to be a constant character or should she die now?
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The machines kept their rhythm. Beep. Beep. Hiss of oxygen. A faint flutter of digits on a screen that looked like a countdown. I stood there—arms crossed, chest tight, face set like concrete. Crying wouldn't help. Screaming wouldn't fix it. Dad wouldn't want either. He was always about control, about keeping it together. But now he sat like something deflated, hunched over, the color gone from his face, hands limp in his lap.
Pasiphae was already there beside me, her ears d...
2025-04-14 03:12:17 +0000 UTC View Post+++
White stirred awake.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she found herself lying on a bed. Naked, her hair tangled in disarray, and the faint scent of sweat and fluids clinging to her skin. Turning her head, she saw him—Smith—sleeping beside her. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, his expression peaceful, unguarded.
And then it came back to her.
She pursed her lips, her gaze lingering on his face.
This wasn't her first time sharing an intimate moment. ...
2025-04-09 02:20:01 +0000 UTC View Post+++
The alarm woke me like a slap.
Pasiphae stirred beside me, her voice groggy. "Hnng? What's going on?"
"Company announcement," I muttered, already swinging my legs off the bed.
She reached for me, warm fingers brushing my arm. "Wait." Then she leaned up, pressed a kiss against my cheek. "I love you."
I glanced back at her. Smiled. "I love you too."
The coat slid over my shoulders like a weight. I stepped out of the room and found my father already in the...
2025-04-08 01:59:21 +0000 UTC View Post+++
With the machine forces shattered in the desert, the balance of power shifted. The Androids seized the initiative, pushing out from their positions to capture territory long denied to them. But not just androids however.
Above the ruins of old Tokyo, war machines cut through the air. The Gotterdämmerungs thrived in the hands of veteran pilots, men and women who had once flown for nations that no longer existed. They pushed their machines to the limit, scanning the battlefield...
2025-04-07 02:54:02 +0000 UTC View Post+++
"So, you are married."
The words hung heavy in the air, thick with expectation.
Pasiphae sat rigid beside me, her fingers tangled with mine, her knuckles white. Under the scrutinizing gazes of her parents, she had the decency to look bashful. I, on the other hand, stayed still, my grip firm. I had no regrets. I wouldn't let her carry this moment alone.
Her father, Caestus Sol, cut the perfect image of disapproval—broad-shouldered, his Doberman ears stiff, his dar...
2025-04-04 05:24:45 +0000 UTC View Post+++
"Adam! It's time!"
The voice rang out, cutting through the thin walls of our shack like an unwelcome alarm. Not that I needed one. I was already awake, staring at the ceiling as I had been for hours—a habit carried over from my last life.
Imagine that: born a wageslave, died a wageslave, only to reincarnate as one. And not just any wageslave, but a faunus wageslave, working for a company that takes its inspiration from the worst chapters of Gilded Age America. 2025-04-02 04:02:49 +0000 UTC View Post
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Smith's war machine strode forward, each step crunching over the wreckage of a battlefield that had become a scrapyard of destruction. Debris and twisted metal were scattered like confetti, the remains of machine parts and fallen androids littering the scorched earth. Smoke hung in the air, thick and acrid, blurring the horizon into an indistinct smear of desolation.
But it was over.
The Machines were destroyed to the last. For now, at least. The battlefield was silent s...
2025-04-01 02:14:17 +0000 UTC View Post+++
The sun blazed mercilessly over the battlefield, its light casting long, jagged shadows across the chaos. Sand and ash swirled like a living storm, whipped into the air by the shockwaves of relentless combat. Androids shielded their eyes, bracing against the searing heat and the cacophony of destruction.
A titanic war machine erupted into action, its six gyrating 20mm cannons roaring to life in a symphony of orange-yellow fury. The muzzle flashes painted the battlefield in har...
2025-03-31 04:08:24 +0000 UTC View Post+++
"This is 9D! Requesting immediate assistance!"
"D-Damn it! 94B, clip that bastard on my six! I can't shake them!"
"12D, on me! 94B's pinned down! Move!"
The desert sky was a battlefield of fire and light. Explosions painted the heavens in flashes of white-hot brilliance, streaked with violet and molten red. The horizon bloomed with chaos as YoRHa's decoy bases burned. The Machines had taken the bait, surging forward in endless waves, their numbers a dark tide again...
2025-03-28 06:13:18 +0000 UTC View Post+++
Do not panic. Do not get overwhelmed. Focus on assisting. Focus on assisting. Do not freak out.
YoRHa Model 64B recited the mantra silently as the doors to the Bunker slid open with a soft hiss. Beyond them stood them—their gods, the creators they had fought and bled for as long as their circuits could remember. Humanity. Purpose made flesh.
Her systems flared as her optics adjusted to the sight. The crowd poured out, a river of fragile bodies. Men, women, children—f...
2025-03-27 06:06:51 +0000 UTC View Post+++
The boar ate. And it ate well.
Its existence was simple, cyclical. Eat, sleep, mate, shit. Rinse and repeat. There was no grander meaning to it, and the boar certainly didn't care. Life, for it, was good. It had mates—plenty of them, in fact—and a dozen or so piglets to carry on its line. There was abundant greenery to graze on, fresh water to drink, and the quiet peace of a world that didn't demand much from it.
But then, it paused. Something was off. Its nose twitc...
2025-03-24 03:31:50 +0000 UTC View Post