Posted on 2018-10-11 01:52:14
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In all the chaos and the corrections of the commissioning...

...Bowsette's horns were forgotten.

God help me.

...But yeah, this is a little thing Imasuky and I came up with and commissioned from Seb! Lindabelle decided to show Imasuky a good time... but causing a super-crown induced zombie apocalypse and getting them publicly humiliated before an angry mob.

Classic Lindabelle.

Lemme know what you think! It's been a while since I've done a narrative story rather than dialogue!

Also, if you're wondering what Imasuky was thinking/doing in the middle of all this, stay tuned, Imasuky's got a story in the works!

Posted on 2018-10-11 02:11:05
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Like where this is going!

Posted on 2018-10-11 02:45:47
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A very fun little project that Hawkeye and I worked out. It was a fun challenge working out the best way to have our OCs meet.


Looking out at the crowd of xeroxed princesses who are about to have their way with the Queen and I...well, it raises a lot of questions. What neglectful mad god would create a crown that gives the wearer,any wearer, the smokin' hot bod of Princess Peach, to begin with? Peach's insatiable thirst for ladies is pretty well-known, but is that the reason all these newly-minted copies are going berserk, or is it some sort of crowd/orgy mentality? How did I end up in this situation to begin with? And what in the name of diction is wrong with Lindabelle, anyway?

Well, at least I can answer one of those questions. Thinking back to earlier...

I was strolling through the streets of Luria, admiring the architecture. The whole walk was almost dream-like, honestly...seeing so many buildings of old, exquisite design collected gracefully together; the whole city would look perfect for the setting of a JRPG. It’s hard to believe that not only is it real, but it exists in the modern day! But I suppose that when your ruler is an actual, living goddess, anything is possible. This capital of Lindabelle's lands could be a town filled with buildings sculpted entirely from giant meatball subs, if she wanted.

And really, who am I to question anything? I have the power to alter the world around me on a whim using a pen. I could reshape any of these buildings into a giant meatball sub if <i>I</i> wanted, too.

I think I might be hungry.

Nonetheless, in spite of my own incredible talents, the stuff Lindabelle can do is on another level. I'd have a lot of trouble remaking an entire city in the image of whatever I wish, and while for Lindabelle it's about as difficult as lifting a pillow. I have to admit I’m rather envious.

“Wow...this is cool!” an irritating voice said from just behind me. “It’s like Disneyworld...I always wanted go, you know...have you ever been?”

I turned to face the speaker, and found myself looking at the shape floating behind me, a ghost or something. I’m still not sure what the origin of this spirit was, but it was haunting a book I'd bought, and I had to get rid of it. Even with my powers, though, I couldn't do so alone. That was part of the reason I had come here; I figured Lindabelle could do something about it.

And I can't deny that my visit might also have been motivated just a smidge by the fact that I’d heard more than a few stories about the huge, country-wide orgies that happen here. So, you know...two birds, one stone.

Although following up on those rumors with the populace...has gotten me little but funny looks. But it hardly mattered; I was sure something fun would happen before long. And if it didn't, well, it wasn't like I was incapable of providing for my own amusement.

“Hey, do they have food stands? ...I mean, I can’t eat, but I do like to look at the food,” the ghost asked.

I swatted at it, but my hand just passed through with no effect, leaving the spirit to inanely chatter away as ever. Grammar help me, if Lindabelle couldn't shoo this pesky poltergeist away...

= = =

On the other side of the city, well outside of my knowledge at the time, Queen Lindabelle stood in front of her mirror, making sure that everything was right with her hair and clothes. She could have just snapped her fingers, or wiggled her tongue, or however it is that goddesses get things done, and she would have magically been perfect with no fuss, but from what I gather, she often enjoys the personal touch of manually fixing herself up and checking the mirror now and then. I guess the irritating and necessary habits of mortals become less irritating the less they become necessary.

Her personal guard, Saber, stood behind her.

“You're quite sure of this?” the queen asked.

Saber nodded “ ...Yes, milady. I checked with her homeworld, just as asked. She's a lesbian.”

Lindabelle put her finger to her chin in thought “ ...She's not attracted to men?”

“No.” Saber shook her head, quite sure.

“Not even a little?”

“...Not even a little.”

“Well, there go all my plans for the weekend.”

“W-well, milady, if that's all, I'll get back to-” Saber started to say, as she wondered just what that could possibly mean. But before she could finish her sentence, her queen cut her off.

“Yes, yes, you do that, thank you. Excellent job, Saber.” It was clear from the look on her face that she was working through quite a few ideas all at once. Saber had the wisdom not to try to find out what they were.

“I need some fresh air,” Lindabelle decided, as she stepped out onto her balcony. Stretching her arms and taking a deep breath, she took a simple, quiet moment to enjoy the feeling of the morning sun on her skin, and the clean smell of the fresh air. She looked out over her queendom, and smiled.

Things were, as usual, ideal. All the citizens were going about their daily lives in contentment...sure, some might be doing so while carrying unfulfilled desires, but Lidabelle knew that, overall, all of them were happy and healthy.

And even though that was good, it was also a little boring. Too much peace could be just as bad for everyone as too much disorder. Probably. She wasn't really sure whether that was true or not, but she was a queen <i>and</i> a goddess. Who was going to make her prove this or any other of her platitudes?

Looking around, Lindabelle debated what the best thing to do was today. She knew a special guest had come to visit her recently: Imasuky Lomae, a figure who had caught her attention. But what to do to, to entertain Ms. Lomae?

Though she was a human, Imasuky had somehow come across an item that gave her power, almost, on par with Lindabelle herself. Well, perhaps it was not "almost", really, but it was still about as close as anyone could possibly be without outright being a goddess herself. It had caught the Queen’s interest, due to what could only be described as static. The shifts in reality the mortal woman had made generated some odd distortions. They were undetectable to any mortal, and to technology and regular magic alike, but to a goddess, they were like a microphone held too close to a speaker.

It took a little work, but Lindabelle had tweaked reality and the nature of divinities enough so that they would no longer cause that feedback. Neither would interfere with the other. But that wasn’t important for now. Right now, Lindabelle <i>wanted</i> a little interference between her and Imasuky, though of a more fun sort than the whole distortion feedback thing.

Pacing a little, she thought.

What mattered now was that she had to make some changes to her plans, and fast. This rather embarrassing oversight in her intelligence gathering in regards to Imasuky's preferences had nearly gotten very awkward, and now she had to find a way to salvage the weekend!

She supposed she could just have the men instinctively leave Imasuky alone, yes...oh, but that sounded so amateur. The thought of a whole town of red-blooded men who wanted nothing to do with her? It'd be like a magic show where you could see the strings. Perhaps a mortal could settle for that, but she was a goddess, and had to hold herself to the highest possible standards! No, the only thing for it was to ensure that there wouldn't be any men around to begin with.

Oh, the sacrifices she made for her guests.

But how to do that...instant teleportation to another, temporary dimension for a few days was such an inelegant solution, and it would be far too glaring and obvious. Imasuky had been in her queendom long enough to know that there were plenty of men living within it, after all, so their sudden disappearance would be obviously artificial. How to integrate it naturally into the whole experience...how...how...

All at once, she recalled an idea she had thought of sometime ago, but had shelved due to it not quite fulfilling her own tastes. It had been a very fun thought, but just not what Lindabelle would normally do. But now...

With a grin, she held out her hand, and a small crown appeared in her palm. It was infused with magic to alter pretty much anyone the moment it came in contact with them. They would be transformed into a ‘princess’, making them an attractive woman with a haughty and dominating attitude. And it would change men just as easily as women! Naturally some would end up becoming more dominant than others, though, so even with women only, there would still be plenty that Lindebelle could enjoy!

She grinned and snapped her fingers (I was right the first time, it seems), and all at once the sky began to turn dark as storm clouds appeared. But this was not going to be any ordinary rain.

= = =

I looked up to the skies as clouds begin to roll in, turning the formerly blue horizon dark grey, and even black.

“Wonderful, a storm,” I muttered as I started to get my book out, planning to create an umbrella. But before I could, the first one fell.

And by it, I most certainly don’t mean the first rain drop. I mean a crown. It looked almost cartoonish, like it didn’t fit fully with reality, even in this city that looks like a setting from some game's reality. It landed softly and neatly on the head of some random girl nearby, a short, comely, thickly set woman with short black hair...and in seconds she began to change, hair turning blonde and growing long, much like she herself grew taller and thinned to slender proportions, while her outfit shimmered as it somehow morphed into a dress.

As I watched, more crowns fell, each landing on the head of someone as if it had been gently placed by an unseen set of hands, and right away each person, whether man or woman, would change into a blonde, dress-wearing girl, each with a few physical traits that reminded one of what she used to look like, but still conforming strictly enough to some girlish template that they looked far more like copies than sisters.

“Well...this is weird,” the ghost remarked, looking around, just before a crown landed on it. Somehow, rather than passing through the ghost like anything else, the crown settled on its head as though the spirit was solid. As the crown’s effect took hold, the ghost started to change, going from a shapeless blob to a humanoid form, and a feminine one at that, with long white hair, as opposed to blonde. Though the dress was pretty much the same, just in shades of grey and white with traces of black.

She blinked a few times as she looked down at her body.

“This is new,” she said, flexing her hands. “And fun!" She ran her hands along her body.

As I tried to process just what was going on, a crown fell onto my own head. But it just slid off and to the ground, with an odd thunk.

I looked down at it in confusion...perhaps I could have used my abilities to protect myself from its enchantment, perhaps not, but I certainly hadn't prepared any such defenses at that moment. Why hadn't it worked as it had with all the others?

It was about that time that I noticed everyone around me was staring at me oddly, like there was something wrong. I knew that this couldn’t be good.

“So...um...I think I’m just..going to go to the palace,” I said, carefully walking away as everyone, even the ghost, watched me in an oddly intense way.

= = =

Lidabelle watched from her balcony as the citizens were changed. It was going perfectly! But of course, not everyone was outside to get crowned, so soon another part of the magic would take hold. Those who had been gifted with a crown would soon start to seek those who hadn't, and correct that.