#othersidepicnic — Public Fediverse posts

Because no one asked me. My top FanFiction by hits

• The Moon’s Hindmost Wound: - #ApothecaryDiaries
  
• File 69 - What Happened at the Mayoiga: - R18 ( #OthersidePicnic)
• Arisu the Girl Who Saw Ghosts: - #BloomInToYou
• The Mad Frank's Dreams: - #TheApothecaryDiaries
• Three Kings and a Princess: - Apothecary Diaries

Because no one asked me. My top FanFiction by hits

• The Moon’s Hindmost Wound: - #ApothecaryDiaries
  
• File 69 - What Happened at the Mayoiga: - R18 ( #OthersidePicnic)
• Arisu the Girl Who Saw Ghosts: - #BloomInToYou
• The Mad Frank's Dreams: - #TheApothecaryDiaries
• Three Kings and a Princess: - Apothecary Diaries

Because no one asked me. My top FanFiction by hits

• The Moon’s Hindmost Wound: - #ApothecaryDiaries
  
• File 69 - What Happened at the Mayoiga: - R18 ( #OthersidePicnic)
• Arisu the Girl Who Saw Ghosts: - #BloomInToYou
• The Mad Frank's Dreams: - #TheApothecaryDiaries
• Three Kings and a Princess: - Apothecary Diaries

#WritingPride 6/8: Favorite piece of queer media?

"#OthersidePicnic" by Miyazawa Iori (The novels).

I wouldn't be writing what I do today if I hadn't read it.

#NMWO #NMPrompts

#WritingPride 6/8: Favorite piece of queer media?

"#OthersidePicnic" by Miyazawa Iori (The novels).

I wouldn't be writing what I do today if I hadn't read it.

#NMWO #NMPrompts

#WordWeavers 3. Which fictional character would fit into your main cast?

Any of the characters in #OthersidePicnic.

Kozakura 小桜(裏世界ピクニック
Kamikoshi Sorawo 紙越空魚
Nishina Toriko 仁科鳥子

Sorawo wouldn't like sharing this universe with my characters, but she would adapt.

#NMWW #NMPrompts

#WordWeavers 3. Which fictional character would fit into your main cast?

Any of the characters in #OthersidePicnic.

Kozakura 小桜(裏世界ピクニック
Kamikoshi Sorawo 紙越空魚
Nishina Toriko 仁科鳥子

Sorawo wouldn't like sharing this universe with my characters, but she would adapt.

#NMWW #NMPrompts

#WordWeavers 3. Which fictional character would fit into your main cast?

Any of the characters in #OthersidePicnic.

Kozakura 小桜(裏世界ピクニック
Kamikoshi Sorawo 紙越空魚
Nishina Toriko 仁科鳥子

Sorawo wouldn't like sharing this universe with my characters, but she would adapt.

#NMWW #NMPrompts

#WordWeavers 3. Which fictional character would fit into your main cast?

Any of the characters in #OthersidePicnic.

Kozakura 小桜(裏世界ピクニック
Kamikoshi Sorawo 紙越空魚
Nishina Toriko 仁科鳥子

Sorawo wouldn't like sharing this universe with my characters, but she would adapt.

#NMWW #NMPrompts

Randy!
#FanFic #OthersidePicnic #UraPi

It's how Toriko feels.

PIXIV Link:
AO3 Link:

#Ecchi #Fluff #WordPlay #Puns #AO3 #PIXIV #MicroFiction #NMFic

Randy!
#FanFic #OthersidePicnic #UraPi

It's how Toriko feels.

PIXIV Link:
AO3 Link:

#Ecchi #Fluff #WordPlay #Puns #AO3 #PIXIV #MicroFiction #NMFic

Randy!
#FanFic #OthersidePicnic #UraPi

It's how Toriko feels.

PIXIV Link:
AO3 Link:

#Ecchi #Fluff #WordPlay #Puns #AO3 #PIXIV #MicroFiction #NMFic

Kozakura’s Beans

#FanFic #OthersidePicnic (#UraPi) #MissKobayashisDragonMaid (#DragonMaid)
#Wss366 Bean Setsubun #MastoPrompt Guest

Kozakura 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.

#TootFic #MicroFiction #FlashFiction #NMFic

Kozakura’s Beans

#FanFic #OthersidePicnic (#UraPi) #MissKobayashisDragonMaid (#DragonMaid)
#Wss366 Bean Setsubun #MastoPrompt Guest

Kozakura 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.

#TootFic #MicroFiction #FlashFiction #NMFic

Kozakura’s Beans

#FanFic #OthersidePicnic (#UraPi) #MissKobayashisDragonMaid (#DragonMaid)
#Wss366 Bean Setsubun #MastoPrompt Guest

Kozakura 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.

#TootFic #MicroFiction #FlashFiction #NMFic

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.

#TootFic #MicroFiction #Puns #Ecchi #NMFic

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.

#TootFic #MicroFiction #Puns #Ecchi #NMFic

#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.

Otherside Picnic:

#NMWCC #NMPrompts #OthersidePicnic

#WritersCoffeeClub 16 Jan. Name a non-anglophone writer who has really lit you up.

💯 Miyazawa Iori - author of Otherside Picnic.

He relaunched my writing career.

Otherside Picnic:

#NMWCC #NMPrompts #OthersidePicnic

#WritersCoffeeClub 16 Jan. Name a non-anglophone writer who has really lit you up.

💯 Miyazawa Iori - author of Otherside Picnic.

He relaunched my writing career.

Otherside Picnic:

#NMWCC #NMPrompts #OthersidePicnic

#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.
#GirlsWithGuns #TVMastodon 📺 🎬

#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.
#GirlsWithGuns #TVMastodon 📺 🎬

#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.
#GirlsWithGuns #TVMastodon 📺 🎬

#EroticMusings 21: What's the most fun you've had with a creepy, spooky, or spoopy scene or setting?

In my incomplete first novel, there is a scene in a haunted amusement park where SX took material form.

#NMem #NMPrompts #OthersidePicnic #UraPi #Spooktober #Halloween

#EroticMusings 21: What's the most fun you've had with a creepy, spooky, or spoopy scene or setting?

In my incomplete first novel, there is a scene in a haunted amusement park where SX took material form.

#NMem #NMPrompts #OthersidePicnic #UraPi #Spooktober #Halloween

#ReturnToTheFateGear

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

#ReturnToTheFateGear

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

#ReturnToTheFateGear

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

#ReturnToTheFateGear

17: Burning down the Heavens

#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear #EdgarRiceBurroughs
#wss366 #MastoPrompt

After 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

#ReturnToTheFateGear

17: Burning down the Heavens

#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear #EdgarRiceBurroughs
#wss366 #MastoPrompt

After 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

#ReturnToTheFateGear

17: Burning down the Heavens

#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear #EdgarRiceBurroughs
#wss366 #MastoPrompt

After 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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#UraPi #Steampunk #Pirates #Satire #PoliticalSatire

#ReturnToTheFateGear

16: Carson Napier

#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear #EdgarRiceBurroughs
#wss366 #MastoPrompt

The 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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#ReturnToTheFateGear

16: Carson Napier

#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear #EdgarRiceBurroughs
#wss366 #MastoPrompt

The 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

#ReturnToTheFateGear

16: Carson Napier

#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear #EdgarRiceBurroughs
#wss366 #MastoPrompt

The 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

#ReturnToTheFateGear

15: Pirates of Mercury

#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear #EdgarRiceBurroughs
#wss366 #MastoPrompt

It 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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#UraPi #Steampunk #Pirates #Metal #JMetal #Satire #PoliticalSatire

#ReturnToTheFateGear

15: Pirates of Mercury

#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear #EdgarRiceBurroughs
#wss366 #MastoPrompt

It 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

#ReturnToTheFateGear

15: Pirates of Mercury

#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear #EdgarRiceBurroughs
#wss366 #MastoPrompt

It 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

#ReturnToTheFateGear

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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#UraPi #Steampunk #Metal #JMetal #Satire #Pirates

#ReturnToTheFateGear

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
#UraPi #Steampunk #Metal #JMetal #Satire #Pirates

#ReturnToTheFateGear

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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#UraPi #Steampunk #Metal #JMetal #Satire #Pirates

#ReturnToTheFateGear

14: Otherside Champions (Part 1 of 2)

#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear
#wss366 #MastoPrompt

Desperate 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
#UraPi #Steampunk #Metal #JMetal #Satire #Pirates

#ReturnToTheFateGear

14: Otherside Champions (Part 1 of 2)

#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear #EdgarRiceBurroughs
#wss366 #MastoPrompt

Desperate 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
#UraPi #Steampunk #Metal #JMetal #Satire #Pirates

#ReturnToTheFateGear

14: Otherside Champions (Part 1 of 2)

#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear #EdgarRiceBurroughs
#wss366 #MastoPrompt

Desperate 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
#UraPi #Steampunk #Metal #JMetal #Satire #Pirates

#ReturnToTheFateGear

13: #Pirates vs. Mergaunts (Part 2 of 2)

#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear
#wss366 #MastoPrompt

At 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
#UraPi #Steampunk #Metal #JMetal #Satire #Priates @fanfiction

#ReturnToTheFateGear

13: #Pirates vs. Mergaunts (Part 2 of 2)

#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear #EdgarRiceBurroughs
#wss366 #MastoPrompt

At 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
#UraPi #Steampunk #Metal #JMetal #Satire #Priates @fanfiction

#ReturnToTheFateGear

13: #Pirates vs. Mergaunts (Part 2 of 2)

#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear #EdgarRiceBurroughs
#wss366 #MastoPrompt

At 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
#UraPi #Steampunk #Metal #JMetal #Satire #Priates @fanfiction

#ReturnToTheFateGear

13: #Pirates vs. Mergaunts (Part 1 of 2)

#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear

#wss366 #MastoPrompt

“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

#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP #NMRTTFG
#UraPi #Steampunk #Metal #JMetal #Satire @fanfiction

#ReturnToTheFateGear

13: #Pirates vs. Mergaunts (Part 1 of 2)

#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear #EdgarRiceBurroughs

#wss366 #MastoPrompt

“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

#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP #NMRTTFG
#UraPi #Steampunk #Metal #JMetal #Satire @fanfiction

#ReturnToTheFateGear

13: #Pirates vs. Mergaunts (Part 1 of 2)

#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear #EdgarRiceBurroughs

#wss366 #MastoPrompt

“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

#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP #NMRTTFG
#UraPi #Steampunk #Metal #JMetal #Satire @fanfiction

How I Was Isekaid by a Writer’s Prompt
Author Nara Moore (Me)
#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic ( #UraPi)

Link: #PIXIV https://www.pixiv.net/novel/show.php?id=25707714
#AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/69780326

Summary: It's creepy, sexy, and if you think Toriko is going to put out for me, you have totally misread the character.

CW: #Ecchi #AdultContent #Isekai #Yuri - Naked Toriko

How I Was Isekaid by a Writer’s Prompt
Author Nara Moore (Me)
#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic ( #UraPi)

Link: #PIXIV https://www.pixiv.net/novel/show.php?id=25707714
#AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/69780326

Summary: It's creepy, sexy, and if you think Toriko is going to put out for me, you have totally misread the character.

CW: #Ecchi #AdultContent #Isekai #Yuri - Naked Toriko

How I Was Isekaid by a Writer’s Prompt.

#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic

#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)

#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMV366 #UraPi #Ecchi #Yuri

How I Was Isekaid by a Writer’s Prompt.

#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic

#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)

#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMV366 #UraPi #Ecchi #Yuri

How I Was Isekaid by a Writer’s Prompt.

#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic

#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)

#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMV366 #UraPi #Ecchi #Yuri