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Kozakura’s Beans
#FanFic #OthersidePicnic (#UraPi) #MissKobayashisDragonMaid (#DragonMaid)
#Wss366 Bean Setsubun #MastoPrompt GuestKozakura looked at the three girls and asked Kasumi, “Are these your friends: Saikawa-chan and Kana-chan?”
“We are accomplices,” Kasumi replied.
Kozakura considered reminding her adopted daughter not to blurt out the first phrase that came to her. She was better at speaking these days, but she got careless at home.
Kozakura smiled to herself and decided against it. It would be embarrassing for Kasumi to be scolded in front of her friends. Kozakura could only imagine how hard it had been for Kasumi to make friends at school. She wouldn’t make it harder.
Instead, she looked at the other two girls. They looked respectable, but there were school reports about all three of them.
“I hear the three of you like to cause a little mischief,” she said, her face dead serious.
The three of them shook their heads no, looking worried.
“It’s mainly Kasumi-chan’s fault,” Riko said, forgetting her promise to be a better friend to Kasumi.
Kana was about to speak, but Kozakura beat her to it. “That’s too bad because I had a mischievous game I wanted to play. I guess it will be just me and my daughter.”
“Sometimes a little,” Riko admitted. “But we don’t hurt anyone. Not even the bullies.” A statement with just a shred of deception.
“We like games,” Kana added, choosing not to correct Riko. The bullies deserved it. If you’re going to brag about how strong you are, you should be prepared to fight. That was the dragon’s creed.
“Today is #Setsubun,” Kozakura said. “Do you know what we do every year at this time?”
“Throw beans,” Kanna and Riko said while Kasumi pantomimed.
“Right. And in a few minutes, some oni are going to come through that door. I want you to help me throw beans at them.”
The girl’s eyes shone as they nodded yes and received handfuls of blessed beans.
“Here they come!” Kozakura said, glancing at her monitors. “Throw!” she yelled as the front door opened.
“Aww… Oww…. Why are you throwing beans at us?” Sorawo yelled, ducking. “We’re guests!”
Toriko was much more philosophical and ran forward to tickle Kozakura.
Needless to say, Kasumi happily joined in, while her friends looked on, amazed.
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Randy
#FanFic #OthersidePicnic (#UraPi)
#Wss366 randy
“I’m ‘randy,’” Toriko announced.
Sorawo looked puzzled at the English word and, rather than risk Tokiko’s pervy behavior, she took out her phone to research it. The second definition instantly stood out: “lustful, lecherous.”
Could she reach the door before Toriko did something embarrassing? No! She was in the way, advancing with a gleam in her eye, fingers twitching spasmodically.
Then Sorawo noticed the Centapedia definition: “#Randy is a primarily masculine given name.”
In her best English, she said, “Hewo mi name is Arisu. Pleawed to met yu Randi.”
Toriko broke down laughing.
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Randy
#FanFic #OthersidePicnic (#UraPi)
#Wss366 randy
“I’m ‘randy,’” Toriko announced.
Sorawo looked puzzled at the English word and, rather than risk Tokiko’s pervy behavior, she took out her phone to research it. The second definition instantly stood out: “lustful, lecherous.”
Could she reach the door before Toriko did something embarrassing? No! She was in the way, advancing with a gleam in her eye, fingers twitching spasmodically.
Then Sorawo noticed the Centapedia definition: “#Randy is a primarily masculine given name.”
In her best English, she said, “Hewo mi name is Arisu. Pleawed to met yu Randi.”
Toriko broke down laughing.
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Randy
#FanFic #OthersidePicnic (#UraPi)
#Wss366 randy
“I’m ‘randy,’” Toriko announced.
Sorawo looked puzzled at the English word and, rather than risk Tokiko’s pervy behavior, she took out her phone to research it. The second definition instantly stood out: “lustful, lecherous.”
Could she reach the door before Toriko did something embarrassing? No! She was in the way, advancing with a gleam in her eye, fingers twitching spasmodically.
Then Sorawo noticed the Centapedia definition: “#Randy is a primarily masculine given name.”
In her best English, she said, “Hewo mi name is Arisu. Pleawed to met yu Randi.”
Toriko broke down laughing.
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#WritersCoffeeClub 16 Jan. Name a non-anglophone writer who has really lit you up.
💯 Miyazawa Lori - author of Otherside Picnic.
He relaunched my writing career.
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#OthersidePicnic (2021)
Moments from death, Sorawo is saved by the mysterious Toriko in the world of the Otherside. Entranced by its beauty, she discovers that this dimension is inhabited by monsters once thought imaginary.
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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: 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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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.
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP #NMRTTFG
#UraPi #Steampunk #Pirates #Metal #JMetal #Satire #PoliticalSatire -
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
#UraPi #Steampunk #Pirates #Metal #JMetal #Satire #PoliticalSatire -
14: Otherside Champions (Part 2 of 2)
#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear
#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 1 of 2)
#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear
#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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13: #Pirates vs. Mergaunts (Part 2 of 2)
#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear
#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”
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13: #Pirates vs. Mergaunts (Part 1 of 2)
#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear
“We have nothing to fear but fear itself,” Captain Mina exhorted her crew. “Fear is a tool of our overlords. We will not succumb to it nor to their blandishments of rewards in the hereafter. We are not the meek; we are the righteous. We will not inherit the earth; instead, the heavens will be ours. The ultimate tyrant who permits their abominations shall fear us, not us them.”
The crew responded by banging their long, diamond-tipped polearms on the deck, crying:
“Totsugeki jaa! Totsugeki jaa! Totsugeki jaa!”
“Oi! Oi! Oi!”
Those without diamond halberds held unwieldy water cannons designed for mercurial battles. Awkward inventions whose hoses writhed while pumping frigid water through their steel nozzles.
Even the FATE GEAR joined in clanging a bell in time with each oi.
Decked out in their most grim death-metal t-shirts, never had a band of brave buccaneers looked more ready for battle. With their glittering halberds and frost-covered water cannons at the ready, they awaited the mergaunts’ vanguard. The pirates of FATE GEAR had never looked prouder or more gallant. Their #bond as freebooters had never been stronger.
When the first wave of monsters was in range, the sailors did their part, holding off the foe with polearms and jets of freezing water, supplied by the FATE GEAR’s refrigeration unit. It was the officers’ job to supply the ship with the raw energy of metal to power it and all other battle functions. Which they did with vigor, belting out Christmas metal.
Cheers went up as the first wave of creatures was sent plummeting into the boiling miasma below, accompanied by the cheery refrain of “Have a holly jolly Christmas.”
“‘Dead Eyed’ Toriko hummed along, cheerful as ever, while Sorawo cranked and fired her plasma gun, too busy to complain about either the music or Toriko’s accompaniment.
“The second wave is thicker,” Toriko called to Sorawo.
The prediction was confirmed when a knot of mergaunts smashed through the diamond barrier. Most monsters fell prey to the halberds or were frozen in midair. Yet, one bull impaled itself on a blade. Its momentum carried it forward, snapping the halberd’s shaft. Even dead, it could set the ship aflame with its touch.
Continued on next post
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How I Was Isekaid by a Writer’s Prompt.
#wss366 #MastoPrompt #FantasticPromptsEnglish
•─────⋅☾Notes☽⋅─────•
P.S. I still have nightmares about a gorgeous blonde pressing a gun to my head. They're so vivid that I have to look in the mirror to see if I'm bruised.
P.P.S. I got a job at Dark Science Research as a librarian/test subject, working with a weird lady who claims she's a magician. I believe her.
P.P.P.S. I convinced Sorawo not to go to Benimori’s costume party. Toriko was pissed off when she found out that she had missed a chance of being a real steampunk pirate.
3 of 3 parts (Complete)
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How I Was Isekaid by a Writer’s Prompt.
#wss366 #MastoPrompt #FantasticPromptsEnglish
•─────⋅☾Part 2☽⋅─────•
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I said. For a second, I worried about the shattered mirror and the gaping hole in my bedroom wall.
But it wasn't my room. Had I been isekaid? Dissociation had me firmly in its grip, and I giggled at the thought.
“Are we in Japan?”
This time, I was staring down the muzzle of her pistol. "Thank heavens it isn't pointed at my head," I prayed.
“Where else would we be?”
“Seattle. That’s in the States, USA.”
“I know where it is, and where is…”
I cut her off and said, “Call her. Creepy said she was at home.”
Toriko rolled out of bed, and I stared at her white bikini panties. Through the endorphin-rich haze, I reminded myself: “This isn’t the time,” and sat up, carefully not looking down. Still, the thought, “She doesn’t shave,” passed through my mind.
Looking up wasn’t helping much. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her large breasts bounced as she reached for the phone on the bedside table.
“I really have a dirty mind. I couldn’t help noticing mine weren’t as nice.”
Fortunately, I wasn’t naked. My Menma t-shirt was long enough to cover everything that mattered.
She switched to Japanese to talk to the other person, who I couldn’t hear. I didn’t need to understand the words to feel the love and concern in her voice. There was a pang of jealousy; Sorawo was a lucky woman.
「ああ、空魚。どこにいたのかなと思ってね。
いいえ、違います。特に理由はありません。特別な理由はない。
後で話すわ、複雑なんだ」She put down the phone and looked at me, her head cocked like a curious bird.
“Big Bird.” I struggled to translate, first to romaji “Ōkina Tori” and then to kanji “大きな鳥.”
It was hard to stop looking at those tits bouncing in my face, at least now that I didn’t have a bullet-spitting, one-eyed monster staring me in the face.
“That was Sorawo. She’s okay,” Okina Tori said.
“I figured. Could you put the gun away? It makes me nervous.”
She picked up a large purse by the bed and put the gun in it. I noticed there was no trigger lock, but the safety was on.
Feeling safer, I examined the room. It was a mess. Clothes were strewn about. There was a small vanity with makeup and a smudged mirror. The bullet hole stared back, a reminder that it could have been me. A few hentai manga with Japanese titles lay on the bedside table, next to a digital clock.
“Could you do me a couple of favors too?” I asked. “I need some clothes, and could you also ask Migiwa-san to get me some forged papers? I’d like to look around Japan, see a few idol shows, and maybe stay. Things are pretty fucked up back home with the fascist takeover.”
“Sure. He’ll want to talk to you, anyway.”
And that is how I was isekaid to Japan.
Part 2 or 3
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How I Was Isekaid by a Writer’s Prompt.
#FantasticPromptsEnglish 8/24: You and your most recently written character wake up next to each other. What happened or what's happening now?
#FantasticPromptsEnglish 8/19: Is there a self-insert in your work, a character that corresponds to you? (Now there is)
#MicroPrompt We got the prompt, but overflowed the one-post limit.•──⋅☾How I Was Isekaid by a Writer Prompt☽⋅──•
The words “What have you done with Sorawo!” pierced my slumber with their alarm.
My eyes shot open and focused on the face of a pretty blonde. My mouth fell open as I traced her form. She was naked, tits on full display. That would have been okay except she was pressing a gun to my head. It wasn’t the best way to wake up. "Terrible" and "terrifying" would be better descriptions. Endorphins flooded my body, giving reality a faint glow, in counterpoint to my racing heart.
The thought “dream” flickered, but no, this was too real. I could feel the cold metal against my skin, hear Roscoe growling, and smelled the stench of my fear.
"I—I—I don't know," I said.
Then it hit me. “Damn you @AnnaSaultron and #FantasticPromptsEnglish! This is too fucking real. I’ve been isekaid by an SNS prompt.”
Steeling myself, I said, “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. It’s a Fediverse writer’s prompt, something like what would happen if you woke up next to the last character you wrote about.”
“You’re right. I don’t believe that Otherside BS. Again, where is Sorawo?”
The gun barrel pressed against my forehead so hard that I winced.
“My, aren’t we #grumpy,” an unfamiliar voice said.
Two pairs of eyes—mine and Toriko’s—jerked to a Living Dead doll on a white wicker vanity.
“Wha?” I’m not sure if it was me or Toriko who said it. I was floating behind my face. My mind was punchy and processed events lazily. Hopefully dissociation would sand the sharper traumatic edges off this experience.
The gun wavered between me and the doll. “What did you do with Sorawo?”
“You sound like a broken record,” the doll whispered, tilting her head. A Chucky’s Bride smile hovered on her too red lips. “Sorawo, Sorawo, Sorawo. I bring you a sweet naked wota for your bed, but still your tongue only chants her name. I have no #data of Sorawo’s place—maybe she’s at home, chewing creepypasta, like gristle clinging to the bone. When Venus is in #transit and Jupiter cuddles with Mars, then peace…”
Crack! Pieces of the doll’s head went flying, and my ears rang.
Part 1 of 3 Parts
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Unfortunately, I don't think I can manage another crossover between the two. Once is amusing, but it draws the spotlight off Maomao. But it was once immense fun.
Besides my regulars, I have a "#OthersidePicnic" x "#Dragonmaid" X "#SpyXFamily" and a #RegardingSaekiSayaka series in the works. Oh yes a new "#TheApothecaryDiaries" one where Moa must save Jinshi.
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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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Return to the FATE GEAR
Chapter 11: It’s life, Jim—but not as we know it
#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear #StarTrek
Things grew quieter after Beni announced what was for dinner. There were a few grumbles in the mess about the half-ration of grog, but the stew was warm and filling. It was much better than the maggoty biscuits, #spoiled potatoes, or the greasy #quagmire of pea soup they were used to. All-in-all the FATE GEAR’s crew was content.
In unison, the crew let their cutlery fall and sighed in pure pleasure. Benimori had become a favorite—(not as a dish, but as a cook).
Toriko had earned their respect by decking the purser for pinching her butt. (The purser may have mistaken her for a dish—the succulent kind, not the radish; perhaps a peach, a port belle, or a topgallant lass.)
Sorawo, on the other hand, was close to being keelhauled for the number of times she spilled stew on someone.
It wasn’t her fault; the FATE GEAR rolled suddenly every time her ladle was in midair.
(“That be fer yer cracks about me last time ye were here,”) the ship muttered. (“Think ye be a pirate? Ye’re nothing but a mess hall horny toad.”)
No one dared correct the ship, reminding it that this was a steampunk vessel, not a B-Western prairie schooner. Any of the crew who crossed the FATE GEAR were spoiling for trouble.
Meal done, the crew filed out onto the deck as a carousel whistle piped, “All hands on deck.”
Above them glowered a planet smoking in the sun’s heat. And beyond that was a black-hole, its amoebic edges undulating, as though lifted from a steerage-quality scifi film.
(“It’s life, Jim—but not as we know it,”) the FATE GEAR announced in a thick Glaswegian burr.
“That’s enough out of you, Scotty,” Yuri typed. “This be pulp steampunk, not Star Trek. Now hoist the gens—we’re gonna need a hunnert knots an’ more to clear Mercury’s stern, or she’ll drag us into her maw!”
(“I’m givin’ her all she’s got, Cap’n!” the ship retorted. “But the etheric coils are about ready to burst their corsets!”)
Sorawo overheard Nana grumble, “We don’t have etheric coils, and the corsets are just for show.”
She sympathized until Nana turned her evil eye on the Otherside duo and vented her ire on them. “Get to yer positions, you scurvy bilge-rats,” pointing to the rigging high above.
“Aye, Aye, Ma’ma. Beam us up, Scotty,” Toriko quipped.
Sorawo kicked her in the shins. “Pirates is bad enough; don’t go mixing in Trek-ese.”
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#ScribesAndMakers 2 Aug: Do you have artwork on your walls? If so, describe one of the pieces.
My walls are covered with it. One piece:
Woman with Green Apples and Crows, by Andrei Vystropov.
A woman in white holds small green apples. Crows are flying all around her. In the background is a lean dog.
Pictured
TL: Chino and Chiya tapastries #IsTheOrderARabbit
TR: #BloomIntoYou Tapastry.
BL: #Circe
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Return to the FATE GEAR
Chapter 10: You say Mulligatawny; I say MullagaGEARy.
#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear
Further talk was forestalled by noise from the mess. Bang. “We want grub!” Bang. “We want grub!” Bang. “We want grub.” Bang.
The three hurried into the mess. Seeing them Mina held up her hands. “Mates, we be going into a fine scuffle. The very heavens be our goal. We are on the #edge of a great revolution. The Golden throne … and as someone said, ‘My name is Inigo Montoya. You Killed my Father. Prepare to die.’”
(“Get on with it; the vittles be getting cold.”) They all hear Fate Gear’s voice, edged with irritation, in their heads.
Bang! Bang! Went the crew.
“You’re not a eunuch,” Mina muttered. Then in a brighter voice, “Half ration of grog today. I want you bright and sharp as an edged cutlass.”
Bang! “Hiss!”
“But double rations for all survivors.”
Bang! “Yer the eunuch, cap!”
“What’s that delightful smell?” Mina asked as the cook and her mates began serving.
“Mulligan stew,” Beni said.
(“This be a pirate ship, not a B Western roundup!”)
“It’s special for steampunk pirates; it's MullagaGEARy,” Beni said with a straight face. [Note 1]
Bang! “Hiss!” Bang! “Boo.”
Note 1: Sorawo groaned, “Mulligatawny.” [Note 1]
Echoed by Toriko, “MullagaGEARy.” [Note 2]Note 1 of Note 1: Mulligatawny: A spicy soup of Tamil ‘South Indian’ origin commonly including chicken, mutton, and lentils—nothing like Mulligan stew. [Note 1]
Note 2 of Note 1: MulligaGEARy: Ingredients unknown but savory and sure to delight the steampunker in your life. Not to be confused with MulliGEARy, a clear soup. But your steampunker won’t mind. They’ll just be happy that you finally cooked something rather than ordering takeout.Note 1 of Note 1 of Note 1: Mulligan stew: A thick hobo stew with whatever ingredients are at hand. B Westerns often featured Mulligan stew as a special dish served from the chuck wagon. Not to be confused with Stone Soup, a European variation of the same theme.
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Return to the FATE GEAR
Chapter 9: Hoist yer spoons
#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear
Captian Mina paced the Fate Gear’s deck, which always #sloped so Mina was going uphill. Sorawo could imagine the ship silently chuckling to itself. Periodically the captain checked a large brass compass #finished to the umpteenth degree of shine, huge altimeter (shiny), and massive steam-powered sextant (blazing brilliantly).
Finally finished pacing, satisfied they were on course, she turned to her navigator. “Tell the lasses that grubs up.”
“Aye, aye, Captain,” Yuri said while her fingers flew over the keyboard.
(“Hoist yer spoons, lassie. Benimori got vittles for you in the mess,”) Fate Gear announced. A shrill train whistle screamed, signaling the same. “Get yer vittles on!”
Nana took over command as the captain walked toward the mess.
Nana’s first act was to turn on the Otherside pair lounging at the railing, mops motionless. “And you two bilge rats, wash yer hands and help Benimori serve. Look smart or you’ll feel a kiss of the Bosun’s cat.”
Toriko and Sorawo hurriedly complied and dashed off to help Benimori.
“Take these,” Beni said, handing enormous pots of warm, rich-smelling stew. “If you spill any of it, the ship will have your carcass for dinner.” Beni grinned as she waved a huge spoon.
“That’s not very pirate,” Toriko observed.
Beni lost her smile. “Let’s see you do better.”
“Slop any of this swell, I’ll be keelhauling a pair of deck rats before you can say ‘drunken sailor,’” Toriko supplied.
Beni whistled in appreciation while Sorawo rolled her eyes.
“These two deck rats better be getting this swell to the mates or the cap be slitting our sails,” Sorawo joined in.
The other two’s mouths dropped, and they stared at Sorawo. For a moment, it looked like Toriko would drop the pot she held, and Beni’s spoon wavered in the air.
Toriko was the first to recover. “Now ye be talking like a pirate, matey.”
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#PennedPossibilities 734 — Have you ever written fanfiction? If so, for which fandoms?
top 5 #Fandom #FanFiction
#OthersidePicnic
#Creepypasta
#IAmInLoveWithTheVillieness
#IsTheOrderARabbit
And tied for 5th place: #WATATEN! An Angel Flew Down to Me & #RegardingSayakaSaeki.Image of a full list of my output for the last few years.
Ages ago I had stuff published in Jess Franco's zine.
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Return to the FATE GEAR
Chapter 8 Crystal Showers
#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear
“Make yourselves useful,” Captain Mina barked, looking at the Otherside pair. “Swab the deck.”
“Aye, aye, Captain!” Toriko roared, throwing up a sharp salute.
Shards of the crystal spheres lay all around and would have lacerated the busy crew’s feet, if not for their heavy, thick-soled boots. Sorawo would’ve called them clunky punk shoes or just clunkers, and Toriko thought of them as “cool and emo.” Either way, they spared the crew damage from the glass on the deck.
(“As well as being cool and emo,”) the Fate Gear commented, à propos of nothing.
Now that the Fate Gear was #flying through the ether, the ship was quieter. The creak of timbers, snap of canvas, and sharp orders of the bosun’s mate masked the anti-grav generators’ gentle hum.
Toriko’s energetic swabbing, combined with Sorawo’s lackadaisical help, sent cascades of crystal sloshing overboard. The resulting sheets of shooting stars lit up the sky and were long remembered as the legendary Tik-Tok Shower, named for the Tik-Tok of Oz constellation it came from.
As they finished, Mina approached. “You be real swabbies now. Can either of you swing a cutlass? Play a guitar? Drum?”
“Guitar? Drum?” Sorawo thought. Then “Why those?” slipped out.
(“Metal-powered steampunk.”) the ship answered. (“You best start believing in steampunk settings, Miss Sorawo—you’re in one.”)
Toriko started speaking, “Back in Canada, I…”
But Sorawo didn’t give her a chance to finish. Who knows what she’d say or what predicament she’d put them in? “No, none of those.”
“Any fantastic abilities: raging, berserk, kung fu, or spidey sense? Anything like that?”
“I can touch unreal things,” Toriko said.
Sorawo winced.
“And I have this.” Toriko pulled out a SIG Sauer P220.
“You’re not a eunuch, are you?” Mina raised an eyebrow, smirking like it was a private joke. Then, without missing a beat: “And you, swabby?” She turned to Sorawo. “Do #tell.”
Yuri glanced up from her console. “Got a tambourine, if that helps.”
Sorawo looked between the three of them, lifted her hands in surrender, and said, “Sorry. We were going to a party.”
“Ship, have Benimori bring this swabby the ‘Thunderbolt’ she used last time.”
(“Aye. It’s not quite rum, but it’ll do.”)
Mina ignored Fate Gear’s latest snark and addressed the adventures. “When we attack, climb the rigging and give my crew fire support. If there are aerial opponents, they’re your priority.”
Sorawo gulped, looked up at the rigging, her face green. “Aye, aye, Captain.” Her voice was a squeak next to Toriko’s prior roar
“You’re not a eunuch, are you?” Toriko smirked, eyes glinting. Her face all but said, “This is a day I’ll always remember—the day we almost got Sorawo to act like a real pirate.”
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Tanabata Bird Case – Part 2
七夕バード事件
#OthersidePicnic X #MissKobayashisDragonMaid #FanFiction
#WSS366 #MastoPrompt 7/7
“It’s moving,” Riko said as the origami bird began fluttering.
“It’s the fan,” Kanna said.
Kanna and Riko’s eyes grew wide as the bird took flight, soaring over the classroom.
“Look, a bird got in,” a boy pointed.
“Listen,” a girl in rumpled clothes said. “It’s singing.”
“How lovely,” a third voice said.
“It’s like a dream. I can see the song,” a girl in the back said. She held a manga tightly in her hands, eyes wide, listening.
“It’s Kozakura-san and Kasumi,” Kanna whispered. “It’s a vision.”
Each of them saw Kasumi with her hair done up with dozens of blue bows. She was eyeing a strawberry-covered cake. Kozakura had a big smile and was cutting an enormous slice of cake.
“Your mom looks happy,” Kanna gently touched Kasumi hair, “and those are lovely ribbons.”
“There are Toriko-san and Sorawo-san,” Kanna said as the two adventurers appeared. The tall blonde Toriko was smiling broadly and held a large stuffed bear. The blue ribbon around its neck matched the one in Kasumi’s hair. A serious Sorawo stood next to Toriko, holding a small wrapped present.
Kanna giggled. It was so like the two women: enthusiastic Toriko and her serious girlfriend.
As quickly as the birthday scene had appeared, it dissolved, replaced by a new one.
This time Riko spoke, “That’s me! Oh… And I’m hugging Kasumi. And there we go—running. I’m pushing her on the swings. We’re having so much fun!”
Riko looked at the real Kasumi. “Is that what you want—to be real friends?” Kasumi nodded harder, smiling.
The vision changed once more.
“Look, that’s me,” Kanna said. “All grown up, still wearing my hair ties.”
“You kissed her on the cheek,” Riko said. “I want that too. If you kiss Kasumi, you have to kiss me.”
With one more burst of vision, the three girls appeared in a swan boat. Then, with a final flutter, the bird slipped out the open window.
“The visions—are they what you wished for?” Kanna asked, and Kasumi nodded, head bobbing wildly.
Kasumi finally spoke in a voice a little like Toriko’s. “I think if you wish hard enough, anything can come true.”
#MicroFiction #TootFic #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP
#LightNovel #Manga #Fantasy #SliceOfLife #Yuri
#KobayashisDragonMaid #DragonMaid #小林さんちのメイドラゴン
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Tanabata Bird Case – Part 1
七夕バード事件
#OthersidePicnic X #MissKobayashisDragonMaid #FanFiction
#WSS366 #MastoPrompt 7/7
“Ohhh…” Riko stared at the little stand of bamboo the teacher had put at the classroom’s #entrance. Each student had hung a Tanabata wish on it the day before.
“So many colors! Look at them dance!” Kanna said, looking at the slips of paper spinning in the breeze made by a fan the teacher had put nearby.
The other two girls were entranced, especially Kasumi, who studied each fluttering wish like it meant something.
“What did you wish for?” Riko asked, turning to Kanna.
“Silly, you’re not supposed to tell your wish,” Kanna replied.
“At least point it out,” Riko said.
Kanna pointed to a neatly #clipped slip of lilac paper.
Riko peered at it. “Ah, I can’t read it.” Then she turned to Kasumi, saying, “Which one is yours?”
Kasumi indicated to a white bird, the only origami on the bamboo.
Only the three girls noticed what happened next. Everyone else’s eyes had been drawn to Kasumi. The fan’s breeze had caught her long hair, and, for a moment, she looked like a witch child flying with her hair streaming behind her.
(1/2 Continued)
#MicroFiction #TootFic #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP
#LightNovel #Manga #Fantasy #SliceOfLife #Yuri
#KobayashisDragonMaid #DragonMaid #小林さんちのメイドラゴン
#UraPi #裏世界ピクニック #Tanabata #七夕 #たなばた -
The #Case of Beach Terrors
#OthersidePicnic X #MissKobayashisDragonMaid #FanFiction
#WSS366 #MastoPrompt 7/4
“Wow, look at the sand.” Riko was pointing at the beach in front of the three friends: Kanna, Riko, and Kasumi. “And look.” She ran forward and picked up a broken sand dollar.
Kanna smiled. Beaches were nothing new to her, but seeing her friend excited pleased her. On the other hand, she was worried about Kasumi, who had stuck a tentative toe in the sand. “Are you okay, Kasumi-san?” she asked.
“It’s fine. Nothing bad is going to happen,” Kanna said. She didn’t know what Kasumi was, but she figured her friend was also from another universe, one where a beach was a danger zone.
Riko had run ahead, so Kasumi didn’t have to be careful of what she said. It was tough cutting and splicing phrases to communicate. So she just pulled a quote from memory: “On a scale of ‘weird dog’ to ‘entity that erases time,’ how dangerous are we talking?”
“Fluffy cute puppy—come on.” She grabbed Kasumi’s hand and led the still hesitant but reassured Kasumi out onto the beach.
Riko, meanwhile, had found a pile of seaweed and was poking through it. Kasumi pointed at her and stitched together a new quote. “It won’t turn into a weird dog and eat her?” It was clumsy, and she could have done better, but Kanna understood.
“No, it’s normal seaweed. Things don’t turn into other things here.”
“Okay, shoot it if it does.”
Kanna bent down and picked up a sand crab from #under a piece of driftwood where it was hiding.
“Kasumi shrieked, trying to hide behind Kanna. ‘No, no, no, it’s turning weird!’”
Kanna glanced over her shoulder, then, making sure Riko wasn’t watching, bit into the crab. “See, if it turns, I’ll eat it.”
“You ate that. Do you have a third stomach?”
Kanna glanced at Riko and said in a low voice so only Kasumi heard, “I’m not from this world either. Let it be our little secret.”
Kasumi nodded. “Accomplices.”
#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP
#LightNovel #Manga #Fantasy #SliceOfLife #Yuri
#KobayashisDragonMaid #DragonMaid #小林さんちのメイドラゴン
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#wss366 & #MastoPrompt 06/27
Return to the FATE GEAR
Chapter Seven: Band on the Run
#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear
The Fate Gear surged forward as the crew #hit their riffs and licks, producing thundering music that assailed the sky. The anti-grav generators surged in time to Haruka’s drums. With every drum hit, it soared higher and higher.
Sorawo and Toriko began hearing heavenly music above them. A chiming of the celestial spheres and crystal stars surrounded them, bathing them in soft, melodic music.
“Is that Muzak?” Sorawo asked.
(“What would you expect of the heavenly host?”) they heard Fate Gear say. (“Bland, inoffensive, conservative; don’t make waves; don’t talk on the elevator—buy so the wheels of the economy never stop grinding—music.”)
Yuri’s fingers flew over her keyboard, and an announcement boomed from the bass amplifiers. “Alert. Alert. Incoming…”
The rest of the words were drowned as ‘the rain exploded with a mighty crash.’
The masts creaked, and the ship bucked under the onslaught of wind. Fate Gear’s engines whined at an inhuman pitch.
With Yuri’s fingers flying across the keyboard, new announcements boomed out. Even over the roar of the wind, the bass orders rang out, “Reef the sail. All hands to their stations.” The rigging screamed in the wind, and the sails groaned under the strain, their seams ready to rip. As the sailors took in the reefs, the groaning receded, leaving only the singing of the rigging.
Mina stopped playing and said, ‘But the band played on.’
“They just hit us with their best shot,” Mina said, smiling just before the ship surged forward, finally catching the solar wind as they breached the stratosphere, sending crystal shards flying as the spheres of the heavens cracked and buckled.
“‘And the first one,’” Toriko said, pointed to herself. “‘Said to the second one there,’” and pointed to Sorawo. “‘I hope you’re having fun.’”
Sorawo groaned. How could Toriko be having so much fun at a time like this? This was serious.
Toriko continued singing, accompanied by the Heavenly Host:
‘Band on the run’
‘Band on the run’“Must you?” Sorawo said. “And anyway, how do you know the words?”
“It was a hit song,” Toriko said.
“And garbage,” Mina said. “#Vending machine bubblegum pop.”
“Please stop,” Sorawo added.
“‘And the jailer man.’” Toriko pointed at Sorawo. “‘And Sailor Sam,’” she pointed at Mina.
“Stop!” Sorawo and Captain Mina said together.
Barely heard, Mina added, “‘Before we fall into the sun.’”
Band on the Run by #PaulMcCartney and the #Wings (All opinions are the characters and may not reflect the views of the author.)
#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP
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Today's #AniAnimal is this sleepy kitty from the episode "Attack of the Ninja Cats" in "Otherside Picnic".
今日の #アニアニマル は『裏世界ピクニック』のエピソード『猫の忍者に襲われる』に登場するこの眠そうな子猫です。
More info and other AniAnimals at: https://www.anianimals.moe/scene/GdK-k9bKd2-CL1CX49sxCWC/
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*****Return to the FATE GEAR *****
**** Chapter Six ****
**** Throw Away Your Bicycles ****“NINO,” Mina—captain of the airship FATE GEAR, a vessel of mixed sails and steam power—yelled, “train these lubbers!”
“To the capstan, me hearties.” “A bassist in pirate boots grabbed the Otherside pair by the collar.”
Toriko whispered, ‘This is fun. I’ve always wanted to be a pirate!’ That stilled Sorawo’s protest.
“Why on earth would you want that?” Sorawo thought, baffled. “They’re just thugs and robbers on ships.”“Pull hearty, lubbers,” NINO said. “Don’t just stand there like great jellyfish. Grab a bar and push.” Then, speaking to the other crew at the capstan, “Body-surf them off the ship if they slack.”
“Up anchor,” Mina yelled from the bridge. “We are off to storm the heavens! Pull down the Ultimate Patriarch! Fish, throw away your bicycles!”
Each step forward by the sailors—Toriko and Sorawo included—came with a heavy clank.
“Why do we even need to do this?” Sorawo grumbled to herself. “Bloody ship should do it. It’s got metal-infused steam power. So use it!”
An angry steam whistle sounded overhead, and Sorawo heard, (“Because if I did everything, I wouldn’t need a crew. What’s a sailing vessel without a crew? You may be worthless lubbers, but even you must admit, I have my dignity. I’m no garbage scow. No seagoing tanker of earth-destroying ooze and tar.”)
“I’M FATE GEAR, A PIRATE SHIP, AND PROUD OF IT. Oi! Oi!”
“Okay, we get it. Every headbanger aboard recognizes your worth. Now stop flapping yur’ tin whistle and get us going,” the captain ordered.
“Hoist the sail!” she shouted. “Down with the Boss Man. Up with the proletariat.”
The Otherside pair followed the rest of the crew and began hauling on a rope.
“Wow,” Toriko said, looking up as the massive sheet of canvas arose, white as a seagull’s wing and majestic as a cormorant in flight.”
Then, behind the sail, a train appeared and raced across the sky, a comet of tinsel and stars.
The surrounding crew muttered, “A hype train.”
“I wonder where Captain Twitch is headed in such a hurry.” Yuri said, then typed, “Eighteen-whistle salute! Put yur’ steam into it.”
A deafening cacophony of steam whistles sounded. Deep train whistles, sonorous factory whistles, and two-penny tin whistles split the air and Sorawo’s eardrums.
(To be Continued)
#microfiction #NMPrompts #NMV366 #OthersidePicnic #UraPi #Steampunk #Pirates #FATEGEAR #Metal #Jmetal #PoliticalSatire #ReturnToTheFateGear #NMRTTFG #Twitch
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#ScribesAndMakers 6/9 Talk about the least read book from 6/8.
Otherside Picnic by Miysawa Lori
Sorawo, a student of “true” supernatural stories, discovers a door into a new realm where she can finally be alone. Only to become prey to one of its inhabitants, the Kunekune. Rescued by the beautiful Toriko, the two become partners in exploring this land.
Inspired by the Russian novel “Roadside Picnic,” this is a lovely story of two women finding love as they face a string of fantastic creatures of Japanese internet fame. It is a wonderful blend of yuri, science fiction, and horror-adjacent adventure.
https://j-novel.club/series/otherside-picnic
#NMSAM #NMPrompts #Yuri #SciFi #LightNovel #JNovelClub #UraPi #OthersidePicnic
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#wss366 06/05 #league
*****Return to the FATE GEAR *****
**** Chapter Five ****
**** Toriko Tigers ****
*** Part 2 ***While she tried to work up the nerve to ask another question, Captain Mina climbed to the poop deck, hit a bass note on her guitar, and announced, “‘The League of Free Buccaneers’ has set sail to topple the Ultimate Tyrant—God. Prepare your instruments. We have many leagues to go. The wide open sky awaits our glorious ascent on the most noble mission of our career. Proletariat, intelligentsia, adventures, scum of the earth, freebooters, pirates—every one of you! Are you with me!?”
The crew roared. “Oi, oi, oi.”
(“I hate it when she gets like this,”) the ship muttered.
“Me too,” NANA said.
“I can’t hear you,” Mina shouted.
“Oi, oi, oi,” the crew yelled louder.
(“Why can’t she just say we’re sailing?”)
“Throw off your chains! Take back the excess value. Eat the rich!” Mina was warming to her speech.
(“Benimori, the captain forgot her meds this morning. Bring them to the Poop right away.”)
“Oi, oi, oi.”
“You have nothing to lose but performance reviews!”
“Oi, oi, oi.”
“Arise, the 99%, and strike down your oppressors!”
“Tiger! Fire! Cyber! Fiber! Diver! Viber! Jya Jya!” The crew started tigering like crazy.
Toriko beamed. “Come on, Sorawo, the idol mix is fun!”
“Tiger! Fire! Cyber! Fiber! Diver! Viber! Jya Jya!” The crew, plus Toriko, screamed.
“Wow, that was something,” Toriko said.
“What was that?” Sorawo asked. It was almost as bad as those Minecraft-inspired stories. Worse, even. Toriko was in on it.
“It’s something you do at idol shows. I’ll teach you.”
“No, thanks,” Sorawo said flatly, not hesitating. She thought, “That was weird. Toriko and idol shows—I can’t picture it. What if she ran into the Akihabara idol mirror?” Another story rose unbidden, the one with the cursed encore loop. “No exit. No audience. Just encores.”
Mina started ranting, reeling off slogans: “Black Lives Matter, Trans Rights are Human Rights, No Justice! No Peace!”
Benimori arrived just in time, carrying a glass of grog and a handful of pills. The captain swilled both without breaking stride.
“She gets like that off her meds,” NANA said.
NANA turned and barked, “To your stations! You heard the Cap. We’re sailing!”
Yuri struck a note on her keyboard. The turbines roared to life, and the crew launched into “Super Sonic Samurai.”
The ship explained the music to the mystified pair, Sorawo and Toriko. (“We have harnessed the power of metal.”)
Youtube: https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=SlsOe67JPp0
Sound link: https://song.link/us/i/1573875214#microfiction #NMPrompts #NMV366 #OthersidePicnic #UraPi #Steampunk #Pirates #UraPiFanFic #FATEGEAR #Metal #Jmetal #PoliticalSatire #ReturnToTheFateGear #NMRTTFG
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#wss366 06/05 #league
*****Return to the FATE GEAR *****
**** Chapter Five ****
**** Toriko Tigers ****
*** Part 1 ***Mina paced the deck of the FATE GEAR, a music-powered, sentient sailing vessel. Far below, a tropical island lay in a blue sea. They weren't high enough to be above the clouds, but the fluffy shapes seemed close enough to touch.
As the newest members of the pirate crew, Sorawo and Toriko swabbed. “Doesn’t this remind you of high school cleaning duty?” Sorawo said.
Toriko needed a moment to think. “We had janitors in Canada to do this stuff,” she finally replied.
Sorawo remembered how little she knew about girlfriend. She’d made herself a promise, so she asked, “Oh, I’ve been meaning to ask about your past. What was school like in Canada?”
“Dull.”
“That was a flop,” Sorawo thought, eyes drifting back to the mop. Bubbles slid down the deck, taking her confidence with them. Then she remembered Kozakura saying, “Toriko’s dense. You need to be clear with her. Don’t give up. And you’re an idiot.” Sorawo winced, but began steeling herself up to try again.
<Continued>
#microfiction #NMPrompts #NMV366 #OthersidePicnic #UraPi #Steampunk #Pirates #UraPiFanFic #FATEGEAR #Metal #Jmetal #PoliticalSatire #ReturnToTheFateGear #NMRTTFG
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#wss366 06/01 #Heaven
*** Return to the FATE GEAR ***
Chapter 4
Storm the Heaven’s – The PlanSorawo paused, carefully considering Captain Mina’s offer: (Escaping the brig had been easy. Did the ship help? FATE GEAR probably holding a grudge. Won’t be so easy this time, Sorawo thought. Brig, or orders from Captain Mina. Or... stay and keep looking at Toriko’s outfit. Brig or Mina.)
Unlike Sorawo’s careful calculation, Toriko went straight for the most important question. “Is Benimori the cook?”
Benimori saluted her with the spoon, leaving a batter stain on her forehead. (As well as flinging batter in the air that splattered the deck, resulting in the anti-grav turbine revving in protest again.)
“That sounds like HEAVEN!” Toriko said. “What are you making tonight?”
“Fufu cakes with maple syrup, stewed fruit, and American-style bacon,” Benimori answered. “We have lots. We’re fresh from looting Emperor Muskrat’s third-favorite air yacht, the Doge III.”
“Loaded with corporate welfare (‘and worthless crypto’),” Nana said as she joined Mina and handed her an anti-grav ball. “You left this in the mess, Cap.”
(“Capitalism never dies,” Sorawo thought, “it just floats higher and gets a better view.”)
“Fufu cakes! Bacon! HEAVENLY! You bet I’m joining! We eat good tonight!” Toriko had made her choice.
All the timbers of the FATE GEAR groaned, but the ship kept quiet after Yuri typed in, “Be quiet! This be the cap’s call.” It did sound “Tinkle Tinkle Little Star” on the galley steam whistle, signaling the rice was cooked and calling Benimori back to the kitchen.
Meanwhile, Sorawo frowned but had come to the same conclusion as Toriko—though for different reasons. (“Shouldn’t have insulted the ship,” Sorawo admitted to herself. “It probably logged it. Probably reads minds, too. Why didn’t I study up on sentient ships? I meant to read about the Yamato. Brig’s going to be reinforced with extra spite this time.”)
But to be safe, she asked, “What are you currently doing, Captain?”
“We shall unseat the pan-ultimate tyrant. The crew of the FATE GEAR sails for the HEAVENS! Let trickle-down begin!”
“Down with tyrants! Oye. Oye. Storm the HEAVENS! Oye. Oye.” The crew shouted and then broke into song.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cjiGGFW7jBE&list=PLghYzmkF89GlIUtG0vYqyludt0ZQYUTxj
https://song.link/us/i/1573875212“We’ll join,” Sorawo muttered, hands clamped over her ears as the singing reached its second verse—one she suspected violated at least three Geneva Conventions.
“Welcome aboard, mateys,” Mina said. “Now scrub the decks, ya lubbers. Solidarity doesn’t exempt you from chores.”
#microfiction #NMPrompts #NMV366 #OthersidePicnic #UraPi #Steampunk #Pirates #UraPiFanFic #FATEGEAR #Metal #Jmetal #PoliticalSatire #ReturnToTheFateGear #NMRTTFG
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#wss366 #Fair 5/21 The Soft Serve Case Part 2 (Sakura Pink)
“What’ll it be, little ladies?” the FAIR-skinned carney/Fair lady asked.
“Vanilla,” Kanna said.
Kasumi’s face screwed up trying to find words. Then she held up two fingers.
“Two cones?” the FAIR lady asked.
Kanna translated, “She wants a twist.”
Riko smiled, “I want pink, a sakura soft-serve.”
The lady frowned. “We have vanilla, chocolate, and vanilla-chocolate twist.”
“That’s unFAIR. There’s pink shaved ice.”
“FAIR or not, no pink.”
The lady looked around. “Where’s the other girl? Here’s her twist.”
Kasumi reappeared from around the Ferris wheel with a pink soft-serve.
“Pink! Okay, maybe I love you a little,” Riko said.
#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMV366 #Drabble
#OthersidePicnic #UraPi #裏世界ピクニック
#MissKobayashiDragonMaid #DragonMaid -
#wss366 5/20 #Serve #MastoPrompt #Vessel
“PDA, PDA — how rude,” FATE GEAR screamed, scandalized by Toriko’s handsy behavior. Her old-fashioned rigging was taut, and anti-gravity engines whined.
“The pirate VESSEL’s voice was excruciating. It bypassed the ears entirely and bored straight into the brain.”
Everyone on deck clapped their hands over their ears — uselessly, except for Sorawo. Toriko might be dexterous, but her hands couldn’t be in two places simultaneously.
(Truth be told, Sorawo was a trifle disappointed. No, she wasn’t! People were looking.)
Only Yuri, the keyboardist, didn’t flinch. Ringing in her ears or not, she was already hammering her keyboard. “STOP IT! How often have I told you not to yell? Do it again and I’ll MUZZLE you until needed!” FATE GEAR usually obeyed Captain Mina, but the keyboard was the only way to make her comply.
“Sorry, very sorry.” Came a restrained reply. FATE GEAR’s rigging sagged. “I exist to SERVE.”
“Hogwash,” Captain Mina said. “You exist to torture us!”
“I’m hurt.” FATE GEAR’s voice was petulant. The ship directed her words only to the captain.
“Put on your big girl panties. A pirate ship needs to be tough.”
“I don’t wear panties, and I said, I’m sorry! I remembered what happened the last time those two disasters showed up. They let loose a sorceress, who threatened the existence of reality, and that assassin woman, the Thorn Princess. I was upset.”
“And who abetted them? You!”
“Uh… are you talking to yourself?” Toriko asked, her face slightly amused.
(Impressed, Sorawo thought, “That’s my girl, nothing ever fazed Toriko.”)
“No, the ship. (Worthless piece of junk.) Anyway, what are you two doing here? I hope it’s not like last time. You made quite a mess of things.”
“A friend, Benimori-san, invited us to a costume party, but we ended up here,” Toriko said.
“Benimori-san,” Mina bellowed, and in a few minutes, the diminutive woman in question appeared, a chef’s hat on her head and a large mixing spoon in hand.
“Yes, Captain?” she said, as batter dripped from her spoon onto the deck. FATE GEAR was not pleased. The engines rumbled in protest.
“Did you invite these two dufuses?” Mina asked Benimori.
“No, they invited me; only I landed on your ship.”
“Otherside shenanigans,” Sorawo whispered to Toriko.
Toriko nodded. The Otherside had tricked them again.
Captain Mina scowled theatrically. “Your fighting impressed me last time. So here’s your choice: SERVE under the #pirate flag, or rot in the brig.”
#microfiction #NMPrompts #NMV366 #OthersidePicnic #UraPi #Steampunk #Pirates #UraPiFanFic #FATEGEAR
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#wss366 #Lick 5/16 The Soft Serve Case
Kasumi pointed at the cone. Words had failed her again. There just weren’t any phrases that met her current needs. “Good meat,” “I want another beer,” or something similar wouldn’t do.
Kanna was used to Kasumi’s trouble speaking. In fact, it was fun trying to figure out what she meant.
“Were you asking for some?” she asked.
Kasumi shook her head no, while Riko looked irritated. Riko didn’t enjoy this game and resented sharing her time with Kanna.
“That's weird,” Kasumi said. The phrase worked, though she had to suppress the phrase’s end. “I wonder if we can shoot it.”
She was having a hard time today. It was like that when Sorawo and Toriko were traveling. Static filled her head, and new phrases would pop into her mind. When that happened, she had to concentrate on filing the comment away properly. The pair was walking silently through a ruined house, so she didn’t have to worry about that.
“You’re weird,” Riko said.
“Be nice,” Kanna chided, then returned to Kasumi’s question. “It’s soft serve. A special ice cream: soft, sweet, yummy. Do you want a LICK?”
Kasumi nodded.
“Mummm.” The sweetness filled her head, and the cold was delightful. It tingled her tongue.
By clipping “Good meat,” she could say what she felt: “Good.”
“Hey, I want a LICK too,” Riko said, grabbing at the cone.
Splat.
Kasumi suppressed the Sorawo comment that came to mind. People got weird when she called them a perv.
Kanna shrugged and said, “I have money. Let’s all buy one, then we don’t need to share.”
This time, Kasumi had a perfect answer borrowed from Toriko and Kosakura. Mom Kosakura used it every night when she tucked Kasumi into bed. It was a lovely phrase, even if Aunt Sorawo got weird when Aunt Toriko used it.
“I love you.”
#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMV366
#OthersidePicnic #UraPi #裏世界ピクニック
#MissKobayashiDragonMaid #DragonMaid
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#wss366 #Hand #MastoPrompt #Vessel
Toriko screamed, and Sorawo closed her eyes. It was a long way down to the “Fate Gear’s” deck, and they were picking up speed as they fell. This was a problem they couldn’t shoot.
“Still idiots, I see,” Captain Mina said.
“Ship, hit them with an anti-grav beam,” Yuri typed on her keyboard, anticipating her captain’s orders.
“It’s Ship-san, if you must use that name, and I prefer Fate-sama.”
“Okay, okay. Got it, ship-SAN,” Yuri typed.
Her thoughts were less charitable. “Why’d we have to get a prima donna for a VESSEL?” A few colorful pirate curses followed Yuri’s thought. “Stupid, Ninny, Prissy pants.”
“Got to HAND it to you. That was quick thinking,” Mina said to Yuri.
“Aye, Cap, it’s been years. I can read you the back of my HAND.”
“That’s Cap-san to you,” Mina said, and they both laughed.
Meanwhile, Toriko and Sorawo drifted gently to the deck. Sorawo barely had time to reorient herself before Toriko’s arms wrapped around Sorawo.
“I — I was so scaaared.” Toriko’s voice trembled.
Sorawo shrugged her off irritably. “You’re not fooling anyone, you, you, Octopus! And watch what you’re doing with that HAND, PERV.”
Mina and Yuri muttered simultaneously, “Idiots.”
#microfiction #NMPrompts #NMV366 #OthersidePicnic #UraPi #Steampunk #Pirates #UraPiFanFic
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#WritersCoffeeClub April 14. International Moment of Laughter Day! What’s the funniest thing you’ve ever written? Read? Part2
I have no idea what the funniest thing I have ever written is. Comedy is not my forte. But the most amusing thing I have written is too raunchy to post here. A #BDSM #Hentai sex scene where the dom and sub exchange Japanese feline saying as they play.
This is #R18 #Porn With Plot. I wrote it before I started using serious grammar-checking tools and beta readers, so it is full of grammatical bloopers.
CW #PornWithPlot #Smut
https://archiveofourown.org/works/37095373
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#WordWeavers 16 — How long is your shortest work?
👈⌚ 🐤 was only semi-☠ I ✒ masses of 🐤fic.
(Back when Twitter was only semi-toxic I wrote masses of twitterfic.)
Some of which I collected in anthologies on AO3
* I'm in Love with the Villainess Twitter Tales: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34445971
* UraPi Twitter Tales: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34504432Samples:
🌸: "I have decided to go with you on your next trip Otherside."
🐟🐤: "Yeah!!!" 🎉
🌸: "Are you two that idiotic!"
🌸: "April Fools!"*****
🐟: I gave 🌸 a Nitro Express 🔫
🐤: Heaven's why? That will knock on her ass.
🐟: One shot, done and finished
🐟: No friendly fire-----------------------------
🌸: Whooow....Whoooo!!!!
🌸: I took it down!!!!
🐟🐤: She did!The community over time developed a very elaborate iconography
#ImInLoveWithTheVillianess #WataOshi #ILWV
#OtherSidePicnic #UraPi #FlashFiction #MicroFiction #Yuri