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DIY Steampunk Chest | Pallet Wood Project with Working Gears & Flame Lights

Transform #pallet wood into a stunning #steampunk treasure chest featuring working gears, a vintage pressure gauge, and flickering flame lights. This unique upcycled wood project blends rustic craftsmanship with industrial fantasy design.

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mini reviews

Lindsay Buroker - fantasy/steampunk/sf

Emperor's Edge

This series is supplemented by other series on the same world with overlapping characters.
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Juliet E. McKenna - fantasy

The Tales of Einarinn

A fascinating tale with characters I love to read about.

These are both first series by author's who have written much more.

J. Alan Veerkamp's 2020 "Innocence & Carnality" is a masterfully told #steampunk #MMromance suspense story. ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Nathan has lived with the physical and mental shackles imposed on him by his family for five years since his sexual orientation was announced to the court. He should be happy that the arranged marriage to a wealthy foreign businessman will finally get him out from under his father's thumb. But Nathan has never met his future husband, and the speed with which the marriage is to take place makes him uneasy. At first, Lord Rother seems nice enough, if a little too keen. He definitely gives Nathan a taste of the sexual pleasure he has been denied for the last five years. However, he soon discovers the true nature of Rother's business and begins to see the man's dangerously possessive side. It seems that Nathan has gone from one gilded cage to another.

michaeljoseph.info/blog/2023/r

Michael Joseph · Review - Innocence & Carnality by J. Alan Veerkamp
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#ReturnToTheFateGear

Chapter 12: Bat’s of Mercury

#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear

Toriko and Sorawo were soon high in the rigging. Sorawo, bilge-green already, grew greener still watching Toriko swing fearlessly from the ropes.

“Don’t ye get enough danger with youkai?” Sorawo asked, a trace of pirate creeping into her speech.

The question slipped away as they turned their eyes outward. FATE GEAR was sailing low past Mercury at an incredible speed. The ship’s generators labored and throbbed, and steam leaked in thin whistles from escape valves.

Below were molten lakes of boiling metal. Volcanic spires smoked, belching ash that fell sizzling into the lakes or blew across the volcanic plains in mile-high drifts. Above the plains drifted ships and tangled cities suspended from gargantuan balloons.

As they watched, the ships turned toward the pirate vessel. Unless fate intervened, their pursuers would fall behind the shrieking comet FATE GEAR. But ahead, fate took shape in swarms of rubbery, bat-winged creatures rising from the valleys laying between smoking volcanoes. Their screeches shook the sails and set the bells chiming on their own.

“We must win through quickly,” Mina thundered. “The time has arrived when patience becomes a crime and mayhem appears garbed in the mantle of virtue.”

(“Heaven help us, she’s quoting Edgar Rice Burroughs now,”) the ship complained.

“You up thar,” Nana called. “Focus. If a Mergaunt so much as grazes us, we’ll go up like a Roman candle. If ye find thar mother, bring her down. Mergaunt’s be no worse than fruit flies after that.”

In the background, Mina, whipped into a fiery #lather, ranted—“‘We called ourselves Soldiers of Liberty…I was chosen captain,’ and I say, ‘Death, only—renders hope futile.’”—but the Otherside pair, like most of the crew, focused on their stations rather than her words. That changed when the whistles blew all at once in a deafening cacophony and Mina’s voice thundered through the amplifiers, “Twenty thousand savage throats arose with the awful cries of battle…eighty thousand fearsome pirates set the heavens atremble…”

The first Mergaunts came into range as the pirates issued their battle cry with one resounding voice:

     Be invincible!
     Don’t say “impossible!”
     Trample the enemies of this world!
            (Be invincible!, Fate Gear, 2022)

Oi, oi, oi!

Note: Mergaunts: Bat-like creatures resembling night gaunts, from which they get their name. These hellish creatures inhabit the valleys of Mercury’s volcanic ranges. They are fire-resistant, and their mere touch will set earthly materials on fire. The Mergaunts possess little intelligence, instead relying on hive-mind and directions from a Mergaunt Mother. If their Mother is slain, they wander until they come into range of a new Mother. (“Bats of Mercury,” pg. 66, by Nara Moore.)

#TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366
#UraPi #Steampunk #Pirates #Satire #NMRTTFG #EdgarRiceBurroughs

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Return to the FATE GEAR

Chapter 11: It’s life, Jim—but not as we know it

#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear #StarTrek

Things grew quieter after Beni announced what was for dinner. There were a few grumbles in the mess about the half-ration of grog, but the stew was warm and filling. It was much better than the maggoty biscuits, #spoiled potatoes, or the greasy #quagmire of pea soup they were used to. All-in-all the FATE GEAR’s crew was content.

In unison, the crew let their cutlery fall and sighed in pure pleasure. Benimori had become a favorite—(not as a dish, but as a cook).

Toriko had earned their respect by decking the purser for pinching her butt. (The purser may have mistaken her for a dish—the succulent kind, not the radish; perhaps a peach, a port belle, or a topgallant lass.)

Sorawo, on the other hand, was close to being keelhauled for the number of times she spilled stew on someone.

It wasn’t her fault; the FATE GEAR rolled suddenly every time her ladle was in midair.

(“That be fer yer cracks about me last time ye were here,”) the ship muttered. (“Think ye be a pirate? Ye’re nothing but a mess hall horny toad.”)

No one dared correct the ship, reminding it that this was a steampunk vessel, not a B-Western prairie schooner. Any of the crew who crossed the FATE GEAR were spoiling for trouble.

Meal done, the crew filed out onto the deck as a carousel whistle piped, “All hands on deck.”

Above them glowered a planet smoking in the sun’s heat. And beyond that was a black-hole, its amoebic edges undulating, as though lifted from a steerage-quality scifi film.

(“It’s life, Jim—but not as we know it,”) the FATE GEAR announced in a thick Glaswegian burr.

“That’s enough out of you, Scotty,” Yuri typed. “This be pulp steampunk, not Star Trek. Now hoist the gens—we’re gonna need a hunnert knots an’ more to clear Mercury’s stern, or she’ll drag us into her maw!”

(“I’m givin’ her all she’s got, Cap’n!” the ship retorted. “But the etheric coils are about ready to burst their corsets!”)

Sorawo overheard Nana grumble, “We don’t have etheric coils, and the corsets are just for show.”

She sympathized until Nana turned her evil eye on the Otherside duo and vented her ire on them. “Get to yer positions, you scurvy bilge-rats,” pointing to the rigging high above.

“Aye, Aye, Ma’ma. Beam us up, Scotty,” Toriko quipped.

Sorawo kicked her in the shins. “Pirates is bad enough; don’t go mixing in Trek-ese.”

#TootFic #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP
#UraPi #Steampunk #Pirates #Metal #JMetal #Satire #ReturnToTheFateGear #NMRTTFG
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