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15: Pirates of Mercury
#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear #EdgarRiceBurroughs
#wss366 #MastoPromptIt was true. The mergaunts had delayed the Fate Gear just long enough for the pirate fleet to catch up. The fleet was a ragtag bunch, comprised of everything from decrepit galleys resembling junks to gold-embossed, three-tiered triremes. Small, swift galleys were already in position to cut them off. Like gnats, they encircled the Fate Gear above, to starboard, and to port. Below, on the #surface, having finished the fallen mergaunts, magma worms waited hungrily.
The Fate Gear could have plowed through the galleys ahead of them, but the resulting hail of arrows, bullets, and cannon fire would have been difficult to withstand. Staying would be suicide.
“All hands to their stations,” Captain Mina bellowed. “Yuri, get this tub of ungreased gears moving. If she blows a boiler, so be it.”
“Aye aye, Captain,” Yuri replied, while Fate Gear whined.
(“All my gears are well oiled, and I don’t have any boilers.”)
“Get moving, you capitalist swine, or I’ll tear every one of your gears out and throw them overboard!”
(“Aye aye, Captain Tinbottom.”) The Fate Gear’s tone may have been sullen, and the insult ludicrous, but it surged forward. The beams creaked, and the generators throbbed as the ship threw every ounce of its power into outrunning the pirates.
“You two up there,” Mina yelled up at Sorawo and Toriko. “You are hereby #installed as gunner’s mates. If any of those mercurial scavengers come into range, pick them off. We’ll show them that the Fate Gear isn’t a lily-livered, limp-dick jellyfish. Our blood runs as true and red as any buccaneers.”
“I wish she wouldn’t describe our blood as running,” Sorawo said under her breath.
“It’s a saying,” Toriko responded, still smiling at becoming a gunner’s mate.
“Saying or not, I wish she wouldn’t do it.”
Behind the ship, the smaller galleys were losing ground. Ahead, many of the galleys turned away, fearful of the massive bulk of the repurposed prison ship hurtling toward them. The Fate Gear and its crew would have surely won free except for the trireme and two accompanying biremes. Their oars caught the ether, propelling them ever faster after the Fate Gear.
A simple skull and crossbones flew from the trireme's mast, and a muscular yet lean man stood at the bow. Unbound, his blond hair flew free in the wind. His bold face showed no signs of fear. His prey was almost within reach, and he would capture it as easily as a falcon snatches a dove from the air.
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP #NMRTTFG
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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”
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP #NMRTTFG
#UraPi #Steampunk #Metal #JMetal #Satire #Priates @fanfiction -
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.”
#TootFic #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP
#UraPi #Steampunk #Pirates #Metal #JMetal #Satire #ReturnToTheFateGear #NMRTTFG
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#wss366 #MastoPrompt 7/12
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.”
#TootFic #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP
#UraPi #Steampunk #Pirates #UraPiFanFic #Metal #JMetal #Satire #ReturnToTheFateGear #NMRTTFG -
#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
#UraPi #Steampunk #Pirates #UraPiFanFic #Metal #JMetal #Satire #PoliticalSatire #ReturnToTheFateGear #NMRTTFG -
#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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#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
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#AnimeShrine
cleaned and rearranged things.
Shine in order of sizeIs the Order a Rabbit
Otherside Picnic
I'm in Love With the Villianess
K-On!
Wataten! An Angel Flew Down to Me
Spy X Family (not all on screen)
Yuru Camp
Miss Kobayashis Dragonmaaid
Akiba Maid Wa
My Next Life as a Villainess: All Routes Lead to Doom!Off screen My Job is Yuri & Regaurding Seaki Sayaka (Bloom into You)
#IsTheOrderARabbit #GochiUsa
#OthersidePicnic #UraPi
#ImInLoveWithTheVillianess #WataOshi
#KOn! #keion
#Wataten! An Angel Flew Down to Me
#SpyXFamily
#YuruCamp
#MissKobayashisDragonMaid #DragonMaid
#AkibaMaidWar #MaidWars
#MyNextLifeAsAVillainessAllRoutesLeadtoDoom! #BakaRina
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#writerscoffeeclub #writing 25. How long is the shortest story you've ever written? Can you link to it?
Take your choice. I did lots of #UraPi and #WataOshi twitter fiction. These are collections of some of what I produced.
UraPi Twitter Tales: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34504432
I'm in Love with the Villainess Twitter Tales: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34445971
Ponpoko the Blessed (TwitterFic): https://archiveofourown.org/works/34444132
UraPi Creepy October 2022 - Twitter: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42146466
#OthersidePicnic #IAmInLoveWithTheVillieness
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#writerscoffeeclub #writing 8. Authors love to show off a book stack. Post an image of your stack or a collage of your digital work.
1. #KonbiniIdol vol 1 & 2
"For Love of a Konbini Idol, I Faced Her Onryo Lover" Complete
"For Love of a Konbini Idol, I Braved the Otherside" In serialzation
https://archiveofourown.org/works/52770025
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2. #Girlfriend "My Girlfriend Almost Got Me Killed, so We had Wild Sex"
First OG #LightNovel
https://archiveofourown.org/series/3398350
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3. #Arisu "How Saeki Sayaka Missed Edamoto Haru and Discovered Arisu the Girl Who Saw Ghosts"
"Regarding Saeki Sayaka" AU fanfic #BloomIntoYou
https://archiveofourown.org/series/2605234
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4. #Matsumoto "Matsumoto's Curse" Incomplete
#OthersidePicnic #Fanfic #UraPi
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#writerscoffeeclub #Writing 3. Does your work include pictures, maps or other custom graphics? Share your pics.
I write light novels. So yes, they include pictures.
Two drawings I don't get to use often:
On left: Sorawo and Toriko in freefall. They pissed off a sentient steampunk pirate ship.
Right: Saeki confesses to Arisu. Their first kiss.
#OthersidePicnice #UraPi #BloomIntoYou #RegardingSayakaSaeki #Yuri
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I still buy some physical manga. Chiefly things I started in physical or things I really love. (Otherside Picnic and Inori-sensei (I'm in love with the Villainess etc.)) Just got my mid-summer shipment. All yuri of course.
I buy from an independent bookstore (So should you!) Mine is Powell Books. Just be careful if it's online it's not a front for Amazon they are actually behind a lot of what appear to be independent venders.
