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Weird pictures of the day are a couple of vintage Spanish Edgar Rice Burroughs' paperbacks with cover illustrations by Prieto. (Not books I own, btw). #weird #weirdart #artsky #fantasyfiction #BookChatWeekly #booksky #VintagePaperbacks #EdgarRiceBurroughs
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JOHN CARTER OF MARS (1979)
Acrylic - 22” x 28”I’ve had a special fondness for The Martian Tales by Edgar Rice Burroughs even since I first read them in my early teens. This was the last of 11 covers, so it seemed fitting to have John Carter and Dejah Thoris ride off into the sunset. 1/3
#sciencefiction #illustration #edgarriceburroughs #johncarter #barsoom #delreybooks
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JOHN CARTER OF MARS (1979)
Acrylic - 22” x 28”I’ve had a special fondness for The Martian Tales by Edgar Rice Burroughs even since I first read them in my early teens. This was the last of 11 covers, so it seemed fitting to have John Carter and Dejah Thoris ride off into the sunset. 1/3
#sciencefiction #illustration #edgarriceburroughs #johncarter #barsoom #delreybooks
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JOHN CARTER OF MARS (1979)
Acrylic - 22” x 28”I’ve had a special fondness for The Martian Tales by Edgar Rice Burroughs even since I first read them in my early teens. This was the last of 11 covers, so it seemed fitting to have John Carter and Dejah Thoris ride off into the sunset. 1/3
#sciencefiction #illustration #edgarriceburroughs #johncarter #barsoom #delreybooks
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RE: https://mastodon.art/@MichaelWhelan/115961810408257715
This was the first #edgarriceburroughs novel I ever owned/read. I was about 15 or so.
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THE CHESSMEN OF MARS (1979)
Acrylic - 20” x 25”“As Gahan entered his square, U-dor leaped toward him with drawn sword with such fury as might have overborne a less skilled and powerful swordsman.” 1/4
#sciencefiction #illustration #edgarriceburroughs #johncarter #barsoom #delreybooks
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THE CHESSMEN OF MARS (1979)
Acrylic - 20” x 25”“As Gahan entered his square, U-dor leaped toward him with drawn sword with such fury as might have overborne a less skilled and powerful swordsman.” 1/4
#sciencefiction #illustration #edgarriceburroughs #johncarter #barsoom #delreybooks
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THE CHESSMEN OF MARS (1979)
Acrylic - 20” x 25”“As Gahan entered his square, U-dor leaped toward him with drawn sword with such fury as might have overborne a less skilled and powerful swordsman.” 1/4
#sciencefiction #illustration #edgarriceburroughs #johncarter #barsoom #delreybooks
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A PRINCESS OF MARS (1978)
Acrylic on Illustration Board - 24” x 28”I have a special fondness for The Martian Tales by Edgar Rice Burroughs, ever since I first read them in my early teens. 1/4
#sciencefiction #edgarriceburroughs #johncarter #dejahthoris #barsoom #delreybooks
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A PRINCESS OF MARS (1978)
Acrylic on Illustration Board - 24” x 28”I have a special fondness for The Martian Tales by Edgar Rice Burroughs, ever since I first read them in my early teens. 1/4
#sciencefiction #edgarriceburroughs #johncarter #dejahthoris #barsoom #delreybooks
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A PRINCESS OF MARS (1978)
Acrylic on Illustration Board - 24” x 28”I have a special fondness for The Martian Tales by Edgar Rice Burroughs, ever since I first read them in my early teens. 1/4
#sciencefiction #edgarriceburroughs #johncarter #dejahthoris #barsoom #delreybooks
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17: The Divine Triangle
#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear #EdgarRiceBurroughs
#wss366 #MastoPrompt #JMusicFriday“We have entered the Divine #Triangle!” Captain Mina’s voice boomed over Fate Gear’s speakers.
(“And we know what that means,”) Fate Gear added. (“Nothing returns from the Triangle!”)
“But we shall return as the heroes that brought down the Heavenly Host. And if we don’t, we’ll be legends!”
(“Lucifer is a legend too.”)
“No, I’m real,” a voice issued from the bowels of the ship.
Everyone’s head jerked around, looking away from the foul sprawling spawn above.
(“Ha, ha, fooled you.”) Fate Gear chuckled, accompanied by a trickling whistle.
Sorawo wasn’t laughing, though. She was looking at the sky. The open maw aloft drew ever closer as she waited for Toriko’s return with Benimori. Meanwhile, the captain preached the gospel of resistance, accompanied by sarcastic asides from Fate Gear.
“Words are not enough; resistance is action.”
(“Yeah, asking your grocer why eggs aren’t cheaper. Not enough!”) Fate Gear cracked.
The ship picked up speed as the creeping horror began drawing them in until Yuri started using the anchor and sails for drag.
(“Don’t just insult the rich. Eat them with an egg on top!”) Fate Gear jeered.
“You heard the ship! EAT THE RICH!” Mina was in full swing, frothing at the mouth and shaking her fist at the looming abomination.
“Thank goodness,” Sorawo said as Toriko and Beni arrived.
“What the f-ing hell is that!?” Beni asked, staring at the amoebic rent filling the horizon.
“Later, Beni,” Sorawo said, guiding Toriko’s hand to where she saw the sorceress’ fading portal.
“I can’t get a hold of it. There’s not much left,” Toriko said—"wait—wait, got it!"
The three dove through the hole. The last thing they saw was Captain Mina’s silhouette at the prow against a backdrop of the black eldritch horror and the fading refrain of:
The master of the underworld
distort even logic and refuses to downfall his body.
Moment of liberation has come.
This holy force,
The light that erases the shadows.Force Of The Holy feat.橋村姫 Music Video (Filmed at E.E.F 2025) / FATE GEAR
Conclusion
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366
#UraPi #Steampunk #Pirates #Metal #JMetal #Satire #PoliticalSatire -
17: The Divine Triangle
#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear #EdgarRiceBurroughs
#wss366 #MastoPrompt #JMusicFriday“We have entered the Divine #Triangle!” Captain Mina’s voice boomed over Fate Gear’s speakers.
(“And we know what that means,”) Fate Gear added. (“Nothing returns from the Triangle!”)
“But we shall return as the heroes that brought down the Heavenly Host. And if we don’t, we’ll be legends!”
(“Lucifer is a legend too.”)
“No, I’m real,” a voice issued from the bowels of the ship.
Everyone’s head jerked around, looking away from the foul sprawling spawn above.
(“Ha, ha, fooled you.”) Fate Gear chuckled, accompanied by a trickling whistle.
Sorawo wasn’t laughing, though. She was looking at the sky. The open maw aloft drew ever closer as she waited for Toriko’s return with Benimori. Meanwhile, the captain preached the gospel of resistance, accompanied by sarcastic asides from Fate Gear.
“Words are not enough; resistance is action.”
(“Yeah, asking your grocer why eggs aren’t cheaper. Not enough!”) Fate Gear cracked.
The ship picked up speed as the creeping horror began drawing them in until Yuri started using the anchor and sails for drag.
(“Don’t just insult the rich. Eat them with an egg on top!”) Fate Gear jeered.
“You heard the ship! EAT THE RICH!” Mina was in full swing, frothing at the mouth and shaking her fist at the looming abomination.
“Thank goodness,” Sorawo said as Toriko and Beni arrived.
“What the f-ing hell is that!?” Beni asked, staring at the amoebic rent filling the horizon.
“Later, Beni,” Sorawo said, guiding Toriko’s hand to where she saw the sorceress’ fading portal.
“I can’t get a hold of it. There’s not much left,” Toriko said—"wait—wait, got it!"
The three dove through the hole. The last thing they saw was Captain Mina’s silhouette at the prow against a backdrop of the black eldritch horror and the fading refrain of:
The master of the underworld
distort even logic and refuses to downfall his body.
Moment of liberation has come.
This holy force,
The light that erases the shadows.Force Of The Holy feat.橋村姫 Music Video (Filmed at E.E.F 2025) / FATE GEAR
Conclusion
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366
#UraPi #Steampunk #Pirates #Metal #JMetal #Satire #PoliticalSatire -
17: The Divine Triangle
#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear #EdgarRiceBurroughs
#wss366 #MastoPrompt #JMusicFriday“We have entered the Divine #Triangle!” Captain Mina’s voice boomed over Fate Gear’s speakers.
(“And we know what that means,”) Fate Gear added. (“Nothing returns from the Triangle!”)
“But we shall return as the heroes that brought down the Heavenly Host. And if we don’t, we’ll be legends!”
(“Lucifer is a legend too.”)
“No, I’m real,” a voice issued from the bowels of the ship.
Everyone’s head jerked around, looking away from the foul sprawling spawn above.
(“Ha, ha, fooled you.”) Fate Gear chuckled, accompanied by a trickling whistle.
Sorawo wasn’t laughing, though. She was looking at the sky. The open maw aloft drew ever closer as she waited for Toriko’s return with Benimori. Meanwhile, the captain preached the gospel of resistance, accompanied by sarcastic asides from Fate Gear.
“Words are not enough; resistance is action.”
(“Yeah, asking your grocer why eggs aren’t cheaper. Not enough!”) Fate Gear cracked.
The ship picked up speed as the creeping horror began drawing them in until Yuri started using the anchor and sails for drag.
(“Don’t just insult the rich. Eat them with an egg on top!”) Fate Gear jeered.
“You heard the ship! EAT THE RICH!” Mina was in full swing, frothing at the mouth and shaking her fist at the looming abomination.
“Thank goodness,” Sorawo said as Toriko and Beni arrived.
“What the f-ing hell is that!?” Beni asked, staring at the amoebic rent filling the horizon.
“Later, Beni,” Sorawo said, guiding Toriko’s hand to where she saw the sorceress’ fading portal.
“I can’t get a hold of it. There’s not much left,” Toriko said—"wait—wait, got it!"
The three dove through the hole. The last thing they saw was Captain Mina’s silhouette at the prow against a backdrop of the black eldritch horror and the fading refrain of:
The master of the underworld
distort even logic and refuses to downfall his body.
Moment of liberation has come.
This holy force,
The light that erases the shadows.Force Of The Holy feat.橋村姫 Music Video (Filmed at E.E.F 2025) / FATE GEAR
Conclusion
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366
#UraPi #Steampunk #Pirates #Metal #JMetal #Satire #PoliticalSatire -
17: The Divine Triangle
#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear #EdgarRiceBurroughs
#wss366 #MastoPrompt #JMusicFriday“We have entered the Divine #Triangle!” Captain Mina’s voice boomed over Fate Gear’s speakers.
(“And we know what that means,”) Fate Gear added. (“Nothing returns from the Triangle!”)
“But we shall return as the heroes that brought down the Heavenly Host. And if we don’t, we’ll be legends!”
(“Lucifer is a legend too.”)
“No, I’m real,” a voice issued from the bowels of the ship.
Everyone’s head jerked around, looking away from the foul sprawling spawn above.
(“Ha, ha, fooled you.”) Fate Gear chuckled, accompanied by a trickling whistle.
Sorawo wasn’t laughing, though. She was looking at the sky. The open maw aloft drew ever closer as she waited for Toriko’s return with Benimori. Meanwhile, the captain preached the gospel of resistance, accompanied by sarcastic asides from Fate Gear.
“Words are not enough; resistance is action.”
(“Yeah, asking your grocer why eggs aren’t cheaper. Not enough!”) Fate Gear cracked.
The ship picked up speed as the creeping horror began drawing them in until Yuri started using the anchor and sails for drag.
(“Don’t just insult the rich. Eat them with an egg on top!”) Fate Gear jeered.
“You heard the ship! EAT THE RICH!” Mina was in full swing, frothing at the mouth and shaking her fist at the looming abomination.
“Thank goodness,” Sorawo said as Toriko and Beni arrived.
“What the f-ing hell is that!?” Beni asked, staring at the amoebic rent filling the horizon.
“Later, Beni,” Sorawo said, guiding Toriko’s hand to where she saw the sorceress’ fading portal.
“I can’t get a hold of it. There’s not much left,” Toriko said—"wait—wait, got it!"
The three dove through the hole. The last thing they saw was Captain Mina’s silhouette at the prow against a backdrop of the black eldritch horror and the fading refrain of:
The master of the underworld
distort even logic and refuses to downfall his body.
Moment of liberation has come.
This holy force,
The light that erases the shadows.Force Of The Holy feat.橋村姫 Music Video (Filmed at E.E.F 2025) / FATE GEAR
Conclusion
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366
#UraPi #Steampunk #Pirates #Metal #JMetal #Satire #PoliticalSatire -
17: The Divine Triangle
#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear #EdgarRiceBurroughs
#wss366 #MastoPrompt #JMusicFriday“We have entered the Divine #Triangle!” Captain Mina’s voice boomed over Fate Gear’s speakers.
(“And we know what that means,”) Fate Gear added. (“Nothing returns from the Triangle!”)
“But we shall return as the heroes that brought down the Heavenly Host. And if we don’t, we’ll be legends!”
(“Lucifer is a legend too.”)
“No, I’m real,” a voice issued from the bowels of the ship.
Everyone’s head jerked around, looking away from the foul sprawling spawn above.
(“Ha, ha, fooled you.”) Fate Gear chuckled, accompanied by a trickling whistle.
Sorawo wasn’t laughing, though. She was looking at the sky. The open maw aloft drew ever closer as she waited for Toriko’s return with Benimori. Meanwhile, the captain preached the gospel of resistance, accompanied by sarcastic asides from Fate Gear.
“Words are not enough; resistance is action.”
(“Yeah, asking your grocer why eggs aren’t cheaper. Not enough!”) Fate Gear cracked.
The ship picked up speed as the creeping horror began drawing them in until Yuri started using the anchor and sails for drag.
(“Don’t just insult the rich. Eat them with an egg on top!”) Fate Gear jeered.
“You heard the ship! EAT THE RICH!” Mina was in full swing, frothing at the mouth and shaking her fist at the looming abomination.
“Thank goodness,” Sorawo said as Toriko and Beni arrived.
“What the f-ing hell is that!?” Beni asked, staring at the amoebic rent filling the horizon.
“Later, Beni,” Sorawo said, guiding Toriko’s hand to where she saw the sorceress’ fading portal.
“I can’t get a hold of it. There’s not much left,” Toriko said—"wait—wait, got it!"
The three dove through the hole. The last thing they saw was Captain Mina’s silhouette at the prow against a backdrop of the black eldritch horror and the fading refrain of:
The master of the underworld
distort even logic and refuses to downfall his body.
Moment of liberation has come.
This holy force,
The light that erases the shadows.Force Of The Holy feat.橋村姫 Music Video (Filmed at E.E.F 2025) / FATE GEAR
Conclusion
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366
#UraPi #Steampunk #Pirates #Metal #JMetal #Satire #PoliticalSatire -
17: Burning down the Heavens
#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear #EdgarRiceBurroughs
#wss366 #MastoPromptAfter that, things moved swiftly. A balloon ferried Captain Napier to the Fate Gear.
“You capitalist swine! How long have you been leading these running-dog lackeys?” Mina hailed Napier, embracing him. “Never mind. Wait till you hear what I’ve planned! We’re going after the ultimate tyrant. We’ll be burning down the heavens. My cabin, MiLord; the wind has ears. More importantly, I have a 100-year-old brandy looted from Emperor Muskrat’s yacht. Tiss sweet, like poetry, and smooth as silk.”
"#Better than yer rotgut grog and I'll hear yer plan. If it doesn't sound good after that bottle, we'll know it's Tommy rot," Napier said.
The two departed, leaving a scowling Nana with the Otherside pair.
“And what might you two be thinking, lollygagging in the rigging? You may be gunner’s mates to the Captain, but yer nothing but lumps of tar. Get ta polishing the brass or you’ll be wishing you were #home with the fishes.”
Soon, the two were polishing brass and whispering together.
“I don’t like how things look,” Sorawo said. “Mina’s plans to attacking a god.”
“Not just any god,” Toriko said. “The one they worship in Canada—well, actually all the West. He’s one mean hombre sending plagues, turning people into salt, and telling them to sacrifice their sons. His own son had to sacrifice himself to make God back off.”
“So you’re worried too?”
“A little,” Toriko said, putting her arms around Sorawo’s neck, burying Sorawo's face in her bosom. “Protect me.”
“Stop it, you perv,” Sorawo said, pushing Toriko away. “This is serious.”
“You’d better take my tits seriously.” Toriko pretended to pout.
“Whatever! Come on. I need you to stop messing around and listen.”
“Alright.” This time her pout was real.
“When I was looking for the mergaunt’s mother, I spotted a remnant of the portal the sorceress used. If things get bad, you can pull it open.”
“Not without Benimori”
Sorawo, about to protest, stopped. Caring about people was new to her. “You’re right, with Benimori.”
As they spoke, Napier and Mina left the cabin. Whether from the brandy or bravado, they both swaggered across the deck. Napier slapped Mina on the back, causing her to stagger. “I haven't heard anything so audacious in years. Here’s to burning down the heavens.” He raised the nearly empty brandy bottle and drained it dry. “Who’s the eunuch now!” he bellowed out, laughing as he slapped Mina on the back again.
“There she is!” someone shouted as the Fate Gear, Venus Falcon, and the two biremes raced away from Mercury.
Sorawo and Toriko looked up. Undulating in the sky was a black amoebic hole. The monstrous maw sucked everything around it into itself.
”I’ll get Beni!” Toriko said, heading for the galley.
Grand Conclusion Next Week.
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP #NMRTTFG
#UraPi #Steampunk #Pirates #Satire #PoliticalSatire -
17: Burning down the Heavens
#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear #EdgarRiceBurroughs
#wss366 #MastoPromptAfter that, things moved swiftly. A balloon ferried Captain Napier to the Fate Gear.
“You capitalist swine! How long have you been leading these running-dog lackeys?” Mina hailed Napier, embracing him. “Never mind. Wait till you hear what I’ve planned! We’re going after the ultimate tyrant. We’ll be burning down the heavens. My cabin, MiLord; the wind has ears. More importantly, I have a 100-year-old brandy looted from Emperor Muskrat’s yacht. Tiss sweet, like poetry, and smooth as silk.”
"#Better than yer rotgut grog and I'll hear yer plan. If it doesn't sound good after that bottle, we'll know it's Tommy rot," Napier said.
The two departed, leaving a scowling Nana with the Otherside pair.
“And what might you two be thinking, lollygagging in the rigging? You may be gunner’s mates to the Captain, but yer nothing but lumps of tar. Get ta polishing the brass or you’ll be wishing you were #home with the fishes.”
Soon, the two were polishing brass and whispering together.
“I don’t like how things look,” Sorawo said. “Mina’s plans to attacking a god.”
“Not just any god,” Toriko said. “The one they worship in Canada—well, actually all the West. He’s one mean hombre sending plagues, turning people into salt, and telling them to sacrifice their sons. His own son had to sacrifice himself to make God back off.”
“So you’re worried too?”
“A little,” Toriko said, putting her arms around Sorawo’s neck, burying Sorawo's face in her bosom. “Protect me.”
“Stop it, you perv,” Sorawo said, pushing Toriko away. “This is serious.”
“You’d better take my tits seriously.” Toriko pretended to pout.
“Whatever! Come on. I need you to stop messing around and listen.”
“Alright.” This time her pout was real.
“When I was looking for the mergaunt’s mother, I spotted a remnant of the portal the sorceress used. If things get bad, you can pull it open.”
“Not without Benimori”
Sorawo, about to protest, stopped. Caring about people was new to her. “You’re right, with Benimori.”
As they spoke, Napier and Mina left the cabin. Whether from the brandy or bravado, they both swaggered across the deck. Napier slapped Mina on the back, causing her to stagger. “I haven't heard anything so audacious in years. Here’s to burning down the heavens.” He raised the nearly empty brandy bottle and drained it dry. “Who’s the eunuch now!” he bellowed out, laughing as he slapped Mina on the back again.
“There she is!” someone shouted as the Fate Gear, Venus Falcon, and the two biremes raced away from Mercury.
Sorawo and Toriko looked up. Undulating in the sky was a black amoebic hole. The monstrous maw sucked everything around it into itself.
”I’ll get Beni!” Toriko said, heading for the galley.
Grand Conclusion Next Week.
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP #NMRTTFG
#UraPi #Steampunk #Pirates #Satire #PoliticalSatire -
17: Burning down the Heavens
#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear #EdgarRiceBurroughs
#wss366 #MastoPromptAfter that, things moved swiftly. A balloon ferried Captain Napier to the Fate Gear.
“You capitalist swine! How long have you been leading these running-dog lackeys?” Mina hailed Napier, embracing him. “Never mind. Wait till you hear what I’ve planned! We’re going after the ultimate tyrant. We’ll be burning down the heavens. My cabin, MiLord; the wind has ears. More importantly, I have a 100-year-old brandy looted from Emperor Muskrat’s yacht. Tiss sweet, like poetry, and smooth as silk.”
"#Better than yer rotgut grog and I'll hear yer plan. If it doesn't sound good after that bottle, we'll know it's Tommy rot," Napier said.
The two departed, leaving a scowling Nana with the Otherside pair.
“And what might you two be thinking, lollygagging in the rigging? You may be gunner’s mates to the Captain, but yer nothing but lumps of tar. Get ta polishing the brass or you’ll be wishing you were #home with the fishes.”
Soon, the two were polishing brass and whispering together.
“I don’t like how things look,” Sorawo said. “Mina’s plans to attacking a god.”
“Not just any god,” Toriko said. “The one they worship in Canada—well, actually all the West. He’s one mean hombre sending plagues, turning people into salt, and telling them to sacrifice their sons. His own son had to sacrifice himself to make God back off.”
“So you’re worried too?”
“A little,” Toriko said, putting her arms around Sorawo’s neck, burying Sorawo's face in her bosom. “Protect me.”
“Stop it, you perv,” Sorawo said, pushing Toriko away. “This is serious.”
“You’d better take my tits seriously.” Toriko pretended to pout.
“Whatever! Come on. I need you to stop messing around and listen.”
“Alright.” This time her pout was real.
“When I was looking for the mergaunt’s mother, I spotted a remnant of the portal the sorceress used. If things get bad, you can pull it open.”
“Not without Benimori”
Sorawo, about to protest, stopped. Caring about people was new to her. “You’re right, with Benimori.”
As they spoke, Napier and Mina left the cabin. Whether from the brandy or bravado, they both swaggered across the deck. Napier slapped Mina on the back, causing her to stagger. “I haven't heard anything so audacious in years. Here’s to burning down the heavens.” He raised the nearly empty brandy bottle and drained it dry. “Who’s the eunuch now!” he bellowed out, laughing as he slapped Mina on the back again.
“There she is!” someone shouted as the Fate Gear, Venus Falcon, and the two biremes raced away from Mercury.
Sorawo and Toriko looked up. Undulating in the sky was a black amoebic hole. The monstrous maw sucked everything around it into itself.
”I’ll get Beni!” Toriko said, heading for the galley.
Grand Conclusion Next Week.
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP #NMRTTFG
#UraPi #Steampunk #Pirates #Satire #PoliticalSatire -
17: Burning down the Heavens
#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear #EdgarRiceBurroughs
#wss366 #MastoPromptAfter that, things moved swiftly. A balloon ferried Captain Napier to the Fate Gear.
“You capitalist swine! How long have you been leading these running-dog lackeys?” Mina hailed Napier, embracing him. “Never mind. Wait till you hear what I’ve planned! We’re going after the ultimate tyrant. We’ll be burning down the heavens. My cabin, MiLord; the wind has ears. More importantly, I have a 100-year-old brandy looted from Emperor Muskrat’s yacht. Tiss sweet, like poetry, and smooth as silk.”
"#Better than yer rotgut grog and I'll hear yer plan. If it doesn't sound good after that bottle, we'll know it's Tommy rot," Napier said.
The two departed, leaving a scowling Nana with the Otherside pair.
“And what might you two be thinking, lollygagging in the rigging? You may be gunner’s mates to the Captain, but yer nothing but lumps of tar. Get ta polishing the brass or you’ll be wishing you were #home with the fishes.”
Soon, the two were polishing brass and whispering together.
“I don’t like how things look,” Sorawo said. “Mina’s plans to attacking a god.”
“Not just any god,” Toriko said. “The one they worship in Canada—well, actually all the West. He’s one mean hombre sending plagues, turning people into salt, and telling them to sacrifice their sons. His own son had to sacrifice himself to make God back off.”
“So you’re worried too?”
“A little,” Toriko said, putting her arms around Sorawo’s neck, burying Sorawo's face in her bosom. “Protect me.”
“Stop it, you perv,” Sorawo said, pushing Toriko away. “This is serious.”
“You’d better take my tits seriously.” Toriko pretended to pout.
“Whatever! Come on. I need you to stop messing around and listen.”
“Alright.” This time her pout was real.
“When I was looking for the mergaunt’s mother, I spotted a remnant of the portal the sorceress used. If things get bad, you can pull it open.”
“Not without Benimori”
Sorawo, about to protest, stopped. Caring about people was new to her. “You’re right, with Benimori.”
As they spoke, Napier and Mina left the cabin. Whether from the brandy or bravado, they both swaggered across the deck. Napier slapped Mina on the back, causing her to stagger. “I haven't heard anything so audacious in years. Here’s to burning down the heavens.” He raised the nearly empty brandy bottle and drained it dry. “Who’s the eunuch now!” he bellowed out, laughing as he slapped Mina on the back again.
“There she is!” someone shouted as the Fate Gear, Venus Falcon, and the two biremes raced away from Mercury.
Sorawo and Toriko looked up. Undulating in the sky was a black amoebic hole. The monstrous maw sucked everything around it into itself.
”I’ll get Beni!” Toriko said, heading for the galley.
Grand Conclusion Next Week.
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP #NMRTTFG
#UraPi #Steampunk #Pirates #Satire #PoliticalSatire -
17: Burning down the Heavens
#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear #EdgarRiceBurroughs
#wss366 #MastoPromptAfter that, things moved swiftly. A balloon ferried Captain Napier to the Fate Gear.
“You capitalist swine! How long have you been leading these running-dog lackeys?” Mina hailed Napier, embracing him. “Never mind. Wait till you hear what I’ve planned! We’re going after the ultimate tyrant. We’ll be burning down the heavens. My cabin, MiLord; the wind has ears. More importantly, I have a 100-year-old brandy looted from Emperor Muskrat’s yacht. Tiss sweet, like poetry, and smooth as silk.”
"#Better than yer rotgut grog and I'll hear yer plan. If it doesn't sound good after that bottle, we'll know it's Tommy rot," Napier said.
The two departed, leaving a scowling Nana with the Otherside pair.
“And what might you two be thinking, lollygagging in the rigging? You may be gunner’s mates to the Captain, but yer nothing but lumps of tar. Get ta polishing the brass or you’ll be wishing you were #home with the fishes.”
Soon, the two were polishing brass and whispering together.
“I don’t like how things look,” Sorawo said. “Mina’s plans to attacking a god.”
“Not just any god,” Toriko said. “The one they worship in Canada—well, actually all the West. He’s one mean hombre sending plagues, turning people into salt, and telling them to sacrifice their sons. His own son had to sacrifice himself to make God back off.”
“So you’re worried too?”
“A little,” Toriko said, putting her arms around Sorawo’s neck, burying Sorawo's face in her bosom. “Protect me.”
“Stop it, you perv,” Sorawo said, pushing Toriko away. “This is serious.”
“You’d better take my tits seriously.” Toriko pretended to pout.
“Whatever! Come on. I need you to stop messing around and listen.”
“Alright.” This time her pout was real.
“When I was looking for the mergaunt’s mother, I spotted a remnant of the portal the sorceress used. If things get bad, you can pull it open.”
“Not without Benimori”
Sorawo, about to protest, stopped. Caring about people was new to her. “You’re right, with Benimori.”
As they spoke, Napier and Mina left the cabin. Whether from the brandy or bravado, they both swaggered across the deck. Napier slapped Mina on the back, causing her to stagger. “I haven't heard anything so audacious in years. Here’s to burning down the heavens.” He raised the nearly empty brandy bottle and drained it dry. “Who’s the eunuch now!” he bellowed out, laughing as he slapped Mina on the back again.
“There she is!” someone shouted as the Fate Gear, Venus Falcon, and the two biremes raced away from Mercury.
Sorawo and Toriko looked up. Undulating in the sky was a black amoebic hole. The monstrous maw sucked everything around it into itself.
”I’ll get Beni!” Toriko said, heading for the galley.
Grand Conclusion Next Week.
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16: Carson Napier
#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear #EdgarRiceBurroughs
#wss366 #MastoPromptThe trireme was now so close that the Otherside pair could read the name on the prow, Venus Falcon. The biremes had fanned out, threatening to flank the Fate Gear from the starboard and port. Meanwhile, the swift galleys marshaled to sweep in once the behemoth ex-prison ship was brought to heel.
“Hold your fire,” Mina bellowed. The order was as sudden as it was unexpected.
“Navigator, I wish to hail them,” the captain said.
Yuri flipped on the amplifiers.
"Hail, Captain Napier! You imperialist dog! Was Venus too hot a berth?" Mina’s voice boomed out.
The man at the prow of the Venus Falcon signaled, and a white flag swept aside the black. The thunder of a single cannon #report drew all eyes to the trireme.
Captain Carson Napier [Note 1] sheathed his sword before making a gesture not found in any book of signals.
“Fly the countersign,” Mina said into the hush that had fallen.
[Note 1] Captain Carson Napier: #Origin: The Venus series (also known as the “Amtor series”) written by Edgar Rice Burroughs.
Continued next week in Burning Down the Heavens.
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16: Carson Napier
#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear #EdgarRiceBurroughs
#wss366 #MastoPromptThe trireme was now so close that the Otherside pair could read the name on the prow, Venus Falcon. The biremes had fanned out, threatening to flank the Fate Gear from the starboard and port. Meanwhile, the swift galleys marshaled to sweep in once the behemoth ex-prison ship was brought to heel.
“Hold your fire,” Mina bellowed. The order was as sudden as it was unexpected.
“Navigator, I wish to hail them,” the captain said.
Yuri flipped on the amplifiers.
"Hail, Captain Napier! You imperialist dog! Was Venus too hot a berth?" Mina’s voice boomed out.
The man at the prow of the Venus Falcon signaled, and a white flag swept aside the black. The thunder of a single cannon #report drew all eyes to the trireme.
Captain Carson Napier [Note 1] sheathed his sword before making a gesture not found in any book of signals.
“Fly the countersign,” Mina said into the hush that had fallen.
[Note 1] Captain Carson Napier: #Origin: The Venus series (also known as the “Amtor series”) written by Edgar Rice Burroughs.
Continued next week in Burning Down the Heavens.
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16: Carson Napier
#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear #EdgarRiceBurroughs
#wss366 #MastoPromptThe trireme was now so close that the Otherside pair could read the name on the prow, Venus Falcon. The biremes had fanned out, threatening to flank the Fate Gear from the starboard and port. Meanwhile, the swift galleys marshaled to sweep in once the behemoth ex-prison ship was brought to heel.
“Hold your fire,” Mina bellowed. The order was as sudden as it was unexpected.
“Navigator, I wish to hail them,” the captain said.
Yuri flipped on the amplifiers.
"Hail, Captain Napier! You imperialist dog! Was Venus too hot a berth?" Mina’s voice boomed out.
The man at the prow of the Venus Falcon signaled, and a white flag swept aside the black. The thunder of a single cannon #report drew all eyes to the trireme.
Captain Carson Napier [Note 1] sheathed his sword before making a gesture not found in any book of signals.
“Fly the countersign,” Mina said into the hush that had fallen.
[Note 1] Captain Carson Napier: #Origin: The Venus series (also known as the “Amtor series”) written by Edgar Rice Burroughs.
Continued next week in Burning Down the Heavens.
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16: Carson Napier
#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear #EdgarRiceBurroughs
#wss366 #MastoPromptThe trireme was now so close that the Otherside pair could read the name on the prow, Venus Falcon. The biremes had fanned out, threatening to flank the Fate Gear from the starboard and port. Meanwhile, the swift galleys marshaled to sweep in once the behemoth ex-prison ship was brought to heel.
“Hold your fire,” Mina bellowed. The order was as sudden as it was unexpected.
“Navigator, I wish to hail them,” the captain said.
Yuri flipped on the amplifiers.
"Hail, Captain Napier! You imperialist dog! Was Venus too hot a berth?" Mina’s voice boomed out.
The man at the prow of the Venus Falcon signaled, and a white flag swept aside the black. The thunder of a single cannon #report drew all eyes to the trireme.
Captain Carson Napier [Note 1] sheathed his sword before making a gesture not found in any book of signals.
“Fly the countersign,” Mina said into the hush that had fallen.
[Note 1] Captain Carson Napier: #Origin: The Venus series (also known as the “Amtor series”) written by Edgar Rice Burroughs.
Continued next week in Burning Down the Heavens.
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16: Carson Napier
#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear #EdgarRiceBurroughs
#wss366 #MastoPromptThe trireme was now so close that the Otherside pair could read the name on the prow, Venus Falcon. The biremes had fanned out, threatening to flank the Fate Gear from the starboard and port. Meanwhile, the swift galleys marshaled to sweep in once the behemoth ex-prison ship was brought to heel.
“Hold your fire,” Mina bellowed. The order was as sudden as it was unexpected.
“Navigator, I wish to hail them,” the captain said.
Yuri flipped on the amplifiers.
"Hail, Captain Napier! You imperialist dog! Was Venus too hot a berth?" Mina’s voice boomed out.
The man at the prow of the Venus Falcon signaled, and a white flag swept aside the black. The thunder of a single cannon #report drew all eyes to the trireme.
Captain Carson Napier [Note 1] sheathed his sword before making a gesture not found in any book of signals.
“Fly the countersign,” Mina said into the hush that had fallen.
[Note 1] Captain Carson Napier: #Origin: The Venus series (also known as the “Amtor series”) written by Edgar Rice Burroughs.
Continued next week in Burning Down the Heavens.
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15: Pirates of Mercury
#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear #EdgarRiceBurroughs
#wss366 #MastoPromptIt was true. The mergaunts had delayed the Fate Gear just long enough for the pirate fleet to catch up. The fleet was a ragtag bunch, comprised of everything from decrepit galleys resembling junks to gold-embossed, three-tiered triremes. Small, swift galleys were already in position to cut them off. Like gnats, they encircled the Fate Gear above, to starboard, and to port. Below, on the #surface, having finished the fallen mergaunts, magma worms waited hungrily.
The Fate Gear could have plowed through the galleys ahead of them, but the resulting hail of arrows, bullets, and cannon fire would have been difficult to withstand. Staying would be suicide.
“All hands to their stations,” Captain Mina bellowed. “Yuri, get this tub of ungreased gears moving. If she blows a boiler, so be it.”
“Aye aye, Captain,” Yuri replied, while Fate Gear whined.
(“All my gears are well oiled, and I don’t have any boilers.”)
“Get moving, you capitalist swine, or I’ll tear every one of your gears out and throw them overboard!”
(“Aye aye, Captain Tinbottom.”) The Fate Gear’s tone may have been sullen, and the insult ludicrous, but it surged forward. The beams creaked, and the generators throbbed as the ship threw every ounce of its power into outrunning the pirates.
“You two up there,” Mina yelled up at Sorawo and Toriko. “You are hereby #installed as gunner’s mates. If any of those mercurial scavengers come into range, pick them off. We’ll show them that the Fate Gear isn’t a lily-livered, limp-dick jellyfish. Our blood runs as true and red as any buccaneers.”
“I wish she wouldn’t describe our blood as running,” Sorawo said under her breath.
“It’s a saying,” Toriko responded, still smiling at becoming a gunner’s mate.
“Saying or not, I wish she wouldn’t do it.”
Behind the ship, the smaller galleys were losing ground. Ahead, many of the galleys turned away, fearful of the massive bulk of the repurposed prison ship hurtling toward them. The Fate Gear and its crew would have surely won free except for the trireme and two accompanying biremes. Their oars caught the ether, propelling them ever faster after the Fate Gear.
A simple skull and crossbones flew from the trireme's mast, and a muscular yet lean man stood at the bow. Unbound, his blond hair flew free in the wind. His bold face showed no signs of fear. His prey was almost within reach, and he would capture it as easily as a falcon snatches a dove from the air.
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP #NMRTTFG
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15: Pirates of Mercury
#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear #EdgarRiceBurroughs
#wss366 #MastoPromptIt was true. The mergaunts had delayed the Fate Gear just long enough for the pirate fleet to catch up. The fleet was a ragtag bunch, comprised of everything from decrepit galleys resembling junks to gold-embossed, three-tiered triremes. Small, swift galleys were already in position to cut them off. Like gnats, they encircled the Fate Gear above, to starboard, and to port. Below, on the #surface, having finished the fallen mergaunts, magma worms waited hungrily.
The Fate Gear could have plowed through the galleys ahead of them, but the resulting hail of arrows, bullets, and cannon fire would have been difficult to withstand. Staying would be suicide.
“All hands to their stations,” Captain Mina bellowed. “Yuri, get this tub of ungreased gears moving. If she blows a boiler, so be it.”
“Aye aye, Captain,” Yuri replied, while Fate Gear whined.
(“All my gears are well oiled, and I don’t have any boilers.”)
“Get moving, you capitalist swine, or I’ll tear every one of your gears out and throw them overboard!”
(“Aye aye, Captain Tinbottom.”) The Fate Gear’s tone may have been sullen, and the insult ludicrous, but it surged forward. The beams creaked, and the generators throbbed as the ship threw every ounce of its power into outrunning the pirates.
“You two up there,” Mina yelled up at Sorawo and Toriko. “You are hereby #installed as gunner’s mates. If any of those mercurial scavengers come into range, pick them off. We’ll show them that the Fate Gear isn’t a lily-livered, limp-dick jellyfish. Our blood runs as true and red as any buccaneers.”
“I wish she wouldn’t describe our blood as running,” Sorawo said under her breath.
“It’s a saying,” Toriko responded, still smiling at becoming a gunner’s mate.
“Saying or not, I wish she wouldn’t do it.”
Behind the ship, the smaller galleys were losing ground. Ahead, many of the galleys turned away, fearful of the massive bulk of the repurposed prison ship hurtling toward them. The Fate Gear and its crew would have surely won free except for the trireme and two accompanying biremes. Their oars caught the ether, propelling them ever faster after the Fate Gear.
A simple skull and crossbones flew from the trireme's mast, and a muscular yet lean man stood at the bow. Unbound, his blond hair flew free in the wind. His bold face showed no signs of fear. His prey was almost within reach, and he would capture it as easily as a falcon snatches a dove from the air.
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP #NMRTTFG
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15: Pirates of Mercury
#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear #EdgarRiceBurroughs
#wss366 #MastoPromptIt was true. The mergaunts had delayed the Fate Gear just long enough for the pirate fleet to catch up. The fleet was a ragtag bunch, comprised of everything from decrepit galleys resembling junks to gold-embossed, three-tiered triremes. Small, swift galleys were already in position to cut them off. Like gnats, they encircled the Fate Gear above, to starboard, and to port. Below, on the #surface, having finished the fallen mergaunts, magma worms waited hungrily.
The Fate Gear could have plowed through the galleys ahead of them, but the resulting hail of arrows, bullets, and cannon fire would have been difficult to withstand. Staying would be suicide.
“All hands to their stations,” Captain Mina bellowed. “Yuri, get this tub of ungreased gears moving. If she blows a boiler, so be it.”
“Aye aye, Captain,” Yuri replied, while Fate Gear whined.
(“All my gears are well oiled, and I don’t have any boilers.”)
“Get moving, you capitalist swine, or I’ll tear every one of your gears out and throw them overboard!”
(“Aye aye, Captain Tinbottom.”) The Fate Gear’s tone may have been sullen, and the insult ludicrous, but it surged forward. The beams creaked, and the generators throbbed as the ship threw every ounce of its power into outrunning the pirates.
“You two up there,” Mina yelled up at Sorawo and Toriko. “You are hereby #installed as gunner’s mates. If any of those mercurial scavengers come into range, pick them off. We’ll show them that the Fate Gear isn’t a lily-livered, limp-dick jellyfish. Our blood runs as true and red as any buccaneers.”
“I wish she wouldn’t describe our blood as running,” Sorawo said under her breath.
“It’s a saying,” Toriko responded, still smiling at becoming a gunner’s mate.
“Saying or not, I wish she wouldn’t do it.”
Behind the ship, the smaller galleys were losing ground. Ahead, many of the galleys turned away, fearful of the massive bulk of the repurposed prison ship hurtling toward them. The Fate Gear and its crew would have surely won free except for the trireme and two accompanying biremes. Their oars caught the ether, propelling them ever faster after the Fate Gear.
A simple skull and crossbones flew from the trireme's mast, and a muscular yet lean man stood at the bow. Unbound, his blond hair flew free in the wind. His bold face showed no signs of fear. His prey was almost within reach, and he would capture it as easily as a falcon snatches a dove from the air.
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP #NMRTTFG
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15: Pirates of Mercury
#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear #EdgarRiceBurroughs
#wss366 #MastoPromptIt was true. The mergaunts had delayed the Fate Gear just long enough for the pirate fleet to catch up. The fleet was a ragtag bunch, comprised of everything from decrepit galleys resembling junks to gold-embossed, three-tiered triremes. Small, swift galleys were already in position to cut them off. Like gnats, they encircled the Fate Gear above, to starboard, and to port. Below, on the #surface, having finished the fallen mergaunts, magma worms waited hungrily.
The Fate Gear could have plowed through the galleys ahead of them, but the resulting hail of arrows, bullets, and cannon fire would have been difficult to withstand. Staying would be suicide.
“All hands to their stations,” Captain Mina bellowed. “Yuri, get this tub of ungreased gears moving. If she blows a boiler, so be it.”
“Aye aye, Captain,” Yuri replied, while Fate Gear whined.
(“All my gears are well oiled, and I don’t have any boilers.”)
“Get moving, you capitalist swine, or I’ll tear every one of your gears out and throw them overboard!”
(“Aye aye, Captain Tinbottom.”) The Fate Gear’s tone may have been sullen, and the insult ludicrous, but it surged forward. The beams creaked, and the generators throbbed as the ship threw every ounce of its power into outrunning the pirates.
“You two up there,” Mina yelled up at Sorawo and Toriko. “You are hereby #installed as gunner’s mates. If any of those mercurial scavengers come into range, pick them off. We’ll show them that the Fate Gear isn’t a lily-livered, limp-dick jellyfish. Our blood runs as true and red as any buccaneers.”
“I wish she wouldn’t describe our blood as running,” Sorawo said under her breath.
“It’s a saying,” Toriko responded, still smiling at becoming a gunner’s mate.
“Saying or not, I wish she wouldn’t do it.”
Behind the ship, the smaller galleys were losing ground. Ahead, many of the galleys turned away, fearful of the massive bulk of the repurposed prison ship hurtling toward them. The Fate Gear and its crew would have surely won free except for the trireme and two accompanying biremes. Their oars caught the ether, propelling them ever faster after the Fate Gear.
A simple skull and crossbones flew from the trireme's mast, and a muscular yet lean man stood at the bow. Unbound, his blond hair flew free in the wind. His bold face showed no signs of fear. His prey was almost within reach, and he would capture it as easily as a falcon snatches a dove from the air.
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15: Pirates of Mercury
#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear #EdgarRiceBurroughs
#wss366 #MastoPromptIt was true. The mergaunts had delayed the Fate Gear just long enough for the pirate fleet to catch up. The fleet was a ragtag bunch, comprised of everything from decrepit galleys resembling junks to gold-embossed, three-tiered triremes. Small, swift galleys were already in position to cut them off. Like gnats, they encircled the Fate Gear above, to starboard, and to port. Below, on the #surface, having finished the fallen mergaunts, magma worms waited hungrily.
The Fate Gear could have plowed through the galleys ahead of them, but the resulting hail of arrows, bullets, and cannon fire would have been difficult to withstand. Staying would be suicide.
“All hands to their stations,” Captain Mina bellowed. “Yuri, get this tub of ungreased gears moving. If she blows a boiler, so be it.”
“Aye aye, Captain,” Yuri replied, while Fate Gear whined.
(“All my gears are well oiled, and I don’t have any boilers.”)
“Get moving, you capitalist swine, or I’ll tear every one of your gears out and throw them overboard!”
(“Aye aye, Captain Tinbottom.”) The Fate Gear’s tone may have been sullen, and the insult ludicrous, but it surged forward. The beams creaked, and the generators throbbed as the ship threw every ounce of its power into outrunning the pirates.
“You two up there,” Mina yelled up at Sorawo and Toriko. “You are hereby #installed as gunner’s mates. If any of those mercurial scavengers come into range, pick them off. We’ll show them that the Fate Gear isn’t a lily-livered, limp-dick jellyfish. Our blood runs as true and red as any buccaneers.”
“I wish she wouldn’t describe our blood as running,” Sorawo said under her breath.
“It’s a saying,” Toriko responded, still smiling at becoming a gunner’s mate.
“Saying or not, I wish she wouldn’t do it.”
Behind the ship, the smaller galleys were losing ground. Ahead, many of the galleys turned away, fearful of the massive bulk of the repurposed prison ship hurtling toward them. The Fate Gear and its crew would have surely won free except for the trireme and two accompanying biremes. Their oars caught the ether, propelling them ever faster after the Fate Gear.
A simple skull and crossbones flew from the trireme's mast, and a muscular yet lean man stood at the bow. Unbound, his blond hair flew free in the wind. His bold face showed no signs of fear. His prey was almost within reach, and he would capture it as easily as a falcon snatches a dove from the air.
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#EdgarRiceBurroughs offered a wealth of critical fodder with his #Tarzan stories (was it even necessary to list all the problems, starting with the very idea of him?), or his #Barsoom series, where the protagonist #JohnCarter had been a captain in the Army of New #Virginia before becoming a Martian warlord. "A #Confederate officer?" Atticus's father had said, appalled. "That's the hero?"
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#EdgarRiceBurroughs offered a wealth of critical fodder with his #Tarzan stories (was it even necessary to list all the problems, starting with the very idea of him?), or his #Barsoom series, where the protagonist #JohnCarter had been a captain in the Army of New #Virginia before becoming a Martian warlord. "A #Confederate officer?" Atticus's father had said, appalled. "That's the hero?"
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#EdgarRiceBurroughs offered a wealth of critical fodder with his #Tarzan stories (was it even necessary to list all the problems, starting with the very idea of him?), or his #Barsoom series, where the protagonist #JohnCarter had been a captain in the Army of New #Virginia before becoming a Martian warlord. "A #Confederate officer?" Atticus's father had said, appalled. "That's the hero?"
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#EdgarRiceBurroughs offered a wealth of critical fodder with his #Tarzan stories (was it even necessary to list all the problems, starting with the very idea of him?), or his #Barsoom series, where the protagonist #JohnCarter had been a captain in the Army of New #Virginia before becoming a Martian warlord. "A #Confederate officer?" Atticus's father had said, appalled. "That's the hero?"
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14: Otherside Champions (Part 2 of 2)
#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear #EdgarRiceBurroughs
#wss366 #MastoPrompt“You mean use my eye?” Sorawo said.
“Yes, hurry,” Toriko replied.
Crack!—“That’s five!”
Sorawo peered at the mergaunts. None of them looked like an Otherside abomination, just every day “ordinary” monsters. This was an all #round waste of time, especially since they were gathering for a massive suicidal wave. It would be too #late if she didn’t find the mother soon.
“Maybe I can drive them insane,” she thought, and concentrated on a big, incoming bull.
Crack!
“Come on, work,” Sorawo muttered.
Crack!
“Don’t go to sleep up there. We’ve got a battle going, you scum-sucking lubber,” Nana shouted at Sorawo as the officers segued into a death metal version of “Twisted Sister Xmas.”
Crack!
“I’m wasting time,” Sorawo said. She was about to resume searching when the bull turned, screaming, and sank its teeth into the wing of the nearest mergaunt.
“Better than this stupid gun,” she said, dropping her weapon. It fell with a crash, missing Nana by millimeters.
“Better luck next time,” Sorawo thought. She couldn’t think of a better person to suffer a concussion than Nana. She glanced toward Toriko. “Well, maybe I’m glad I missed.”
For the first time that day, Sorawo felt excited. Until then, she had felt useless. Toriko could have fun anywhere, but not her. Parties were tedious, even Benimori’s; She didn’t enjoy Toriko being a perv; Captain Mina was a pain. Even the FATE GEAR was a horror.
“Where’s that mother?” Sorawo started working out the problem in her head. “Not in the suicidal waves… further back, near the middle. Ah, like that knot of bat things over there.”
Tendrils of psychic energy leaked from an individual guarded by a group of mergaunts.
“Found her,” Weird Eye Sorawo shouted. “To your right, the cluster in the back. She’s the one in the middle.” Sorawo’s voice was calm. The energy she was detecting was weak; it was nothing like the Kune Kune or Hasshaku-sama. There was no chance of her being driven insane or worse.
“Where…” Toriko responded immediately. “Oh, there they are, I think.”
Then she asked, “Which one is she? There’s more than one in the center.”
“The one on the right. It’s moving—just shoot them all.”
Crack!—“Did I get it?”
“To the left,” Sorawo replied.
Crack!—“Uwa, missed.” Crack!
“You got it!” Sorawo cheered.
All of FATE GEAR’s bells and whistles joined the officers playing “Super Sonic Samurai” as the mergaunts wandered off squabbling and biting at each other.
“And just in time,” Nana called up to them. “We have visitors—mercurial pirates.
Continued Next Week in The Pirates of Mercury
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14: Otherside Champions (Part 2 of 2)
#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear #EdgarRiceBurroughs
#wss366 #MastoPrompt“You mean use my eye?” Sorawo said.
“Yes, hurry,” Toriko replied.
Crack!—“That’s five!”
Sorawo peered at the mergaunts. None of them looked like an Otherside abomination, just every day “ordinary” monsters. This was an all #round waste of time, especially since they were gathering for a massive suicidal wave. It would be too #late if she didn’t find the mother soon.
“Maybe I can drive them insane,” she thought, and concentrated on a big, incoming bull.
Crack!
“Come on, work,” Sorawo muttered.
Crack!
“Don’t go to sleep up there. We’ve got a battle going, you scum-sucking lubber,” Nana shouted at Sorawo as the officers segued into a death metal version of “Twisted Sister Xmas.”
Crack!
“I’m wasting time,” Sorawo said. She was about to resume searching when the bull turned, screaming, and sank its teeth into the wing of the nearest mergaunt.
“Better than this stupid gun,” she said, dropping her weapon. It fell with a crash, missing Nana by millimeters.
“Better luck next time,” Sorawo thought. She couldn’t think of a better person to suffer a concussion than Nana. She glanced toward Toriko. “Well, maybe I’m glad I missed.”
For the first time that day, Sorawo felt excited. Until then, she had felt useless. Toriko could have fun anywhere, but not her. Parties were tedious, even Benimori’s; She didn’t enjoy Toriko being a perv; Captain Mina was a pain. Even the FATE GEAR was a horror.
“Where’s that mother?” Sorawo started working out the problem in her head. “Not in the suicidal waves… further back, near the middle. Ah, like that knot of bat things over there.”
Tendrils of psychic energy leaked from an individual guarded by a group of mergaunts.
“Found her,” Weird Eye Sorawo shouted. “To your right, the cluster in the back. She’s the one in the middle.” Sorawo’s voice was calm. The energy she was detecting was weak; it was nothing like the Kune Kune or Hasshaku-sama. There was no chance of her being driven insane or worse.
“Where…” Toriko responded immediately. “Oh, there they are, I think.”
Then she asked, “Which one is she? There’s more than one in the center.”
“The one on the right. It’s moving—just shoot them all.”
Crack!—“Did I get it?”
“To the left,” Sorawo replied.
Crack!—“Uwa, missed.” Crack!
“You got it!” Sorawo cheered.
All of FATE GEAR’s bells and whistles joined the officers playing “Super Sonic Samurai” as the mergaunts wandered off squabbling and biting at each other.
“And just in time,” Nana called up to them. “We have visitors—mercurial pirates.
Continued Next Week in The Pirates of Mercury
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP #NMRTTFG
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14: Otherside Champions (Part 2 of 2)
#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear #EdgarRiceBurroughs
#wss366 #MastoPrompt“You mean use my eye?” Sorawo said.
“Yes, hurry,” Toriko replied.
Crack!—“That’s five!”
Sorawo peered at the mergaunts. None of them looked like an Otherside abomination, just every day “ordinary” monsters. This was an all #round waste of time, especially since they were gathering for a massive suicidal wave. It would be too #late if she didn’t find the mother soon.
“Maybe I can drive them insane,” she thought, and concentrated on a big, incoming bull.
Crack!
“Come on, work,” Sorawo muttered.
Crack!
“Don’t go to sleep up there. We’ve got a battle going, you scum-sucking lubber,” Nana shouted at Sorawo as the officers segued into a death metal version of “Twisted Sister Xmas.”
Crack!
“I’m wasting time,” Sorawo said. She was about to resume searching when the bull turned, screaming, and sank its teeth into the wing of the nearest mergaunt.
“Better than this stupid gun,” she said, dropping her weapon. It fell with a crash, missing Nana by millimeters.
“Better luck next time,” Sorawo thought. She couldn’t think of a better person to suffer a concussion than Nana. She glanced toward Toriko. “Well, maybe I’m glad I missed.”
For the first time that day, Sorawo felt excited. Until then, she had felt useless. Toriko could have fun anywhere, but not her. Parties were tedious, even Benimori’s; She didn’t enjoy Toriko being a perv; Captain Mina was a pain. Even the FATE GEAR was a horror.
“Where’s that mother?” Sorawo started working out the problem in her head. “Not in the suicidal waves… further back, near the middle. Ah, like that knot of bat things over there.”
Tendrils of psychic energy leaked from an individual guarded by a group of mergaunts.
“Found her,” Weird Eye Sorawo shouted. “To your right, the cluster in the back. She’s the one in the middle.” Sorawo’s voice was calm. The energy she was detecting was weak; it was nothing like the Kune Kune or Hasshaku-sama. There was no chance of her being driven insane or worse.
“Where…” Toriko responded immediately. “Oh, there they are, I think.”
Then she asked, “Which one is she? There’s more than one in the center.”
“The one on the right. It’s moving—just shoot them all.”
Crack!—“Did I get it?”
“To the left,” Sorawo replied.
Crack!—“Uwa, missed.” Crack!
“You got it!” Sorawo cheered.
All of FATE GEAR’s bells and whistles joined the officers playing “Super Sonic Samurai” as the mergaunts wandered off squabbling and biting at each other.
“And just in time,” Nana called up to them. “We have visitors—mercurial pirates.
Continued Next Week in The Pirates of Mercury
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP #NMRTTFG
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14: Otherside Champions (Part 1 of 2)
#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear #EdgarRiceBurroughs
#wss366 #MastoPromptDesperate to hold the mergaunt away from the ship, a few of the FATE GEAR’s crew choked up on their halberds. The ship’s wood had begun steaming, and the faces of the brave souls holding the mergaunt back blistered in the heat. Only the drenching they had received saved them from worse burns.
Crack! “Dead-eye” Toriko fired.
Ichor oozed from the mergaunt’s eye. Then it vanished below them, joining the tangle of monstrous corpses floating on the sea’s surface.
“Got it, that’s four,” Toriko called out to Sorawo.
“Bravo,” Captain Mina called, her words accompanied by the FATE GEAR’s carousel whistles.
“Yeah. Good show,” Sorawo grumbled as she fought with her rifle.
“But I don’t have much ammo,” Toriko said.
“So? What do you want me to do about it? I don’t bring weapons to a costume party.”
“You should. We never know where we’ll end up—see if you can spot the mother.”
Continued in next post
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14: Otherside Champions (Part 1 of 2)
#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear #EdgarRiceBurroughs
#wss366 #MastoPromptDesperate to hold the mergaunt away from the ship, a few of the FATE GEAR’s crew choked up on their halberds. The ship’s wood had begun steaming, and the faces of the brave souls holding the mergaunt back blistered in the heat. Only the drenching they had received saved them from worse burns.
Crack! “Dead-eye” Toriko fired.
Ichor oozed from the mergaunt’s eye. Then it vanished below them, joining the tangle of monstrous corpses floating on the sea’s surface.
“Got it, that’s four,” Toriko called out to Sorawo.
“Bravo,” Captain Mina called, her words accompanied by the FATE GEAR’s carousel whistles.
“Yeah. Good show,” Sorawo grumbled as she fought with her rifle.
“But I don’t have much ammo,” Toriko said.
“So? What do you want me to do about it? I don’t bring weapons to a costume party.”
“You should. We never know where we’ll end up—see if you can spot the mother.”
Continued in next post
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14: Otherside Champions (Part 1 of 2)
#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear #EdgarRiceBurroughs
#wss366 #MastoPromptDesperate to hold the mergaunt away from the ship, a few of the FATE GEAR’s crew choked up on their halberds. The ship’s wood had begun steaming, and the faces of the brave souls holding the mergaunt back blistered in the heat. Only the drenching they had received saved them from worse burns.
Crack! “Dead-eye” Toriko fired.
Ichor oozed from the mergaunt’s eye. Then it vanished below them, joining the tangle of monstrous corpses floating on the sea’s surface.
“Got it, that’s four,” Toriko called out to Sorawo.
“Bravo,” Captain Mina called, her words accompanied by the FATE GEAR’s carousel whistles.
“Yeah. Good show,” Sorawo grumbled as she fought with her rifle.
“But I don’t have much ammo,” Toriko said.
“So? What do you want me to do about it? I don’t bring weapons to a costume party.”
“You should. We never know where we’ll end up—see if you can spot the mother.”
Continued in next post
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP #NMRTTFG
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Se 150 anni fa non fosse nato #EdgarRiceBurroughs non ci sarebbe stato #Tarzan. E senza il nostro eroe (Dio mio, non ci sarà qualcuno che..), niente sigla di questo varietà #TV del 77-78. P.S. ci si creda o meno, l'altro lato di questo 45 giri è uno dei brani dell'estate 2025: è stato 1) remixato e vabbè.. 2) ricantato da Ditonellapiaga. Chi l'avrebbe mai detto. #SandraMondaini - Ma Quant'è Forte Tarzan! (1977) - Invidious https://iv.duti.dev/watch?v=R2PjxTa_Ssw
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13: #Pirates vs. Mergaunts (Part 2 of 2)
#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear #EdgarRiceBurroughs
#wss366 #MastoPromptAt the last instant, gravity claimed it, dragging the beast into the molten sea.”
The cheers, fist bumps, and cries of “#Excellent!” faded as a smaller mergaunt slipped through the hole the bull had created. Untouched by the polearms, the creature approached like a blinding comet.
As the crew tried to bring the mini-cannons to bear, the hoses tangled. Instead of hitting the enemy, they were drenched in freezing water. A cry of “Uwa... Nanda, kore...!” sounded as the poop-deck cannon’s traverse jammed. The officers’ amplified voices and guitars added to the chaos, ironically singing of the void:
Have a hory, gory Christmas
And in case you didn’t hear
A blizzard made of cinders falls, the void is always here.Continued Next Week in “Otherside Champions”
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP #NMRTTFG
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13: #Pirates vs. Mergaunts (Part 2 of 2)
#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear #EdgarRiceBurroughs
#wss366 #MastoPromptAt the last instant, gravity claimed it, dragging the beast into the molten sea.”
The cheers, fist bumps, and cries of “#Excellent!” faded as a smaller mergaunt slipped through the hole the bull had created. Untouched by the polearms, the creature approached like a blinding comet.
As the crew tried to bring the mini-cannons to bear, the hoses tangled. Instead of hitting the enemy, they were drenched in freezing water. A cry of “Uwa... Nanda, kore...!” sounded as the poop-deck cannon’s traverse jammed. The officers’ amplified voices and guitars added to the chaos, ironically singing of the void:
Have a hory, gory Christmas
And in case you didn’t hear
A blizzard made of cinders falls, the void is always here.Continued Next Week in “Otherside Champions”
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP #NMRTTFG
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Chapter 12: Bat’s of Mercury
#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear
Toriko and Sorawo were soon high in the rigging. Sorawo, bilge-green already, grew greener still watching Toriko swing fearlessly from the ropes.
“Don’t ye get enough danger with youkai?” Sorawo asked, a trace of pirate creeping into her speech.
The question slipped away as they turned their eyes outward. FATE GEAR was sailing low past Mercury at an incredible speed. The ship’s generators labored and throbbed, and steam leaked in thin whistles from escape valves.
Below were molten lakes of boiling metal. Volcanic spires smoked, belching ash that fell sizzling into the lakes or blew across the volcanic plains in mile-high drifts. Above the plains drifted ships and tangled cities suspended from gargantuan balloons.
As they watched, the ships turned toward the pirate vessel. Unless fate intervened, their pursuers would fall behind the shrieking comet FATE GEAR. But ahead, fate took shape in swarms of rubbery, bat-winged creatures rising from the valleys laying between smoking volcanoes. Their screeches shook the sails and set the bells chiming on their own.
“We must win through quickly,” Mina thundered. “The time has arrived when patience becomes a crime and mayhem appears garbed in the mantle of virtue.”
(“Heaven help us, she’s quoting Edgar Rice Burroughs now,”) the ship complained.
“You up thar,” Nana called. “Focus. If a Mergaunt so much as grazes us, we’ll go up like a Roman candle. If ye find thar mother, bring her down. Mergaunt’s be no worse than fruit flies after that.”
In the background, Mina, whipped into a fiery #lather, ranted—“‘We called ourselves Soldiers of Liberty…I was chosen captain,’ and I say, ‘Death, only—renders hope futile.’”—but the Otherside pair, like most of the crew, focused on their stations rather than her words. That changed when the whistles blew all at once in a deafening cacophony and Mina’s voice thundered through the amplifiers, “Twenty thousand savage throats arose with the awful cries of battle…eighty thousand fearsome pirates set the heavens atremble…”
The first Mergaunts came into range as the pirates issued their battle cry with one resounding voice:
Be invincible!
Don’t say “impossible!”
Trample the enemies of this world!
(Be invincible!, Fate Gear, 2022)Oi, oi, oi!
Note: Mergaunts: Bat-like creatures resembling night gaunts, from which they get their name. These hellish creatures inhabit the valleys of Mercury’s volcanic ranges. They are fire-resistant, and their mere touch will set earthly materials on fire. The Mergaunts possess little intelligence, instead relying on hive-mind and directions from a Mergaunt Mother. If their Mother is slain, they wander until they come into range of a new Mother. (“Bats of Mercury,” pg. 66, by Nara Moore.)
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Este escritor norteamericano, que entró al oficio casi por casualidad, concibió una cantidad de mundos y aventuras increíble para una sola persona. No por nada es llamado el Amo de la Aventura. He leído algunos de sus libros con pasión juvenil. Junto a Tarzán está John Carter de Marte, el soldado terrícola que se va a tener aventuras de espada y fantasía en el Planeta Rojo.
#edgarriceburroughs #tarzan #comics #johncarter
https://www.maikciveira.com/2020/09/crossing-over-encuentros-extranos-viii.html?m=1
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SWORDS OF MARS (1979)
Acrylic - 20" x 25"This was one of my favorite books in the series, but probably the least successful of the covers. My selection of yellow as a dominant color may be part of the reason for my dissatisfaction with the painting, as it's my least favorite color. 1/3
#sciencefiction #scifi #scifiart #sff #illustration #edgarriceburroughs #johncarter
