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#wss366 06/13 #train
*****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

#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.

#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 Plan

Sorawo 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

#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
@QuasiTemporal

#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

#wss366 #Right

“Are you sure this is the RIGHT door?” Sorawo said. She nodded at the wooden door, then gestured at the wooden plank corridor.

“It says RIGHT here, FF100. That’s Beni’s shorthand for first-floor room 100. It’s just atmosphere for her steampunk-themed party.” Toriko replied. “But I brought my gun just in case,” tapping a pouch hanging from her steampunk outfit.

“I thought it stood for Fan Fiction 100.”

Toriko winced at Sorawo’s quip. “I love you, but your humor sucks,” Toriko said and patted her girlfriend’s head. A just payment, she thought, for the joke, and as she’d predicted, Sorawo grimaced at the show of affection.

“Perv,” came an answering mutter.

“You want to see perv?” Toriko asked, her hand slipping down.

Sorawo bolted, opening the door and ducked through.

Toriko dashed after her, a grin spread across her face.

In the next instant, they realized their mistake as they sailed into space and drifted toward the wooden sailing vessel below. The ship’s bow proudly proclaimed it was the “Fate Gear.”

The Fate Gear, home of bold, feared freebooters and escaped slaves, floated gently on a light breeze, a thousand feet above a tropical island.

Captain Mina looked up and smiled. “They’re back.”

[Note will be 100th post to #AO3]

#microfiction @extraspecialbitter #NMPrompts #NMV366 #OthersidePicnic #UraPi

Sorawo and Toriko in steempunk outfits in free fall.

#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
#NMPrompts #OthersidePicnic #Urapi #Yuri

#ScribesAndMakers 2025-03-06 Tell us about a book you go back and read over and over. What do you love about it?

Otherside Picnic by Miyazawa Lori.

A Science Fiction yuri involving an other world inhabited by what appear to be creatures from creepypasta. Inspired by the Russian novel "Roadside Picnic"

It's a good story with engaging characters, interesting creatures, and a lovely adult yuri story.

It is what launched me back into the world of writing. I have 40 #UraPi fanfic stories to my name.

#OthersidePicnic #Yuri #NMSAM