:oFOR FUCK'S SAKE CROWNING! I know you idolize her, but literally worshiping her as a pagan god is a bit much.
It isn't unheard of for men to compare women they have a fixation on to goddesses, especially if they have a poetic frame of mind, which Crowning does. When the woman you're fixated on is capable of leveling small hills and turning the tide of a minor naval war all by herself, phrases like "war goddess" aren't necessarily that far from the imagination.

2. How I wish 'the old gods' were in a cthulhu mythos sense.
Me, I don't... I think the "ancient sealed horrors from beyond human comprehension" are overdone. Shipgirls are the sort of supernatural spirit that exist in human terms. They make sense to us because they are associated with a mythos that we have a place in.

No elder deities from beyond the stars would ever create incarnated spirits that would think of heating curry with a flamethrower, or microwaving cold packs, or cheerfully stopping up nonsense with scones, or that like Top Gun, or that dress in bikinis to taunt poor long-suffering Major Solette. Only humans, and the gods of humanity, would create something that... human.
 
It isn't unheard of for men to compare women they have a fixation on to goddesses, especially if they have a poetic frame of mind, which Crowning does.
But it sure as hell isn't healthy. Or contributes to a stable, loving relationship.
Me, I don't... I think the "ancient sealed horrors from beyond human comprehension" are overdone.
If that's what you think of when reading Cthulhu mythos, then you clearly haven't read Cthulhu mythos. Or at least not enough Cthulhu mythos to know what the entire genre encompasses.
Shipgirls are the sort of supernatural spirit that exist in human terms. They make sense to us because they are associated with a mythos that we have a place in.
OK, Lemme just stop you right there.
You're wrong.
You. Are. Wrong.
Sort of.
Things from fairies, to their eating habits, to their impossible weight, to summoning their rigging, are stuff the humans explicitly do not understand and should be impossible. They know it exists, but they don't understand how it works. This actually happens at times in physics and how things work at the smallest, most fundamental levels. You get a law you can't directly test for it but you can show through math that if it didn't exist, this other more observable and documented thing wouldn't. I'm explaining it horribly, but I think you get my point. Shipgirls are as much nonsensical shit as they are 'human'. Hell, that's the whole promise of Kant-O-Celle quest, something I know TheJMPer tunes into and has taken minor inspiration from.
No elder deities from beyond the stars would ever create incarnated spirits that would think of heating curry with a flamethrower, or microwaving cold packs, or cheerfully stopping up nonsense with scones, or that like Top Gun, or that dress in bikinis to taunt poor long-suffering Major Solette.
1. You need to watch more anime.

2. That's also a lot of stuff you actually disagree with on a subjective sense rather than, you know, anything concrete.
3. Watch more black-and-white B-movies. The girls in some of them be stacked.
Only humans, and the gods of humanity, would create something that... human.
Whose to say I wasn't talking about the gods of humanity?
And to point out a big of a logical fallacy you're operating under: just what is 'human'? And what is 'alien'?
Humanity's called people aliens quite a lot throughout its history, and you know what they meant? Something foreign, something different, maybe even hostile. 'human' is a descriptor of people, and nothing about 'people' makes them exclusive to Earth. So I ask again: What makes a human, and why is it impossible for living, sentient, sapient beings from another planet to be human?

Conclusion: I find both your statements to have several flaws in them. The former in what makes a healthy relationship. The latter in what the Cthulhu mythos genre actually is, your description of what is a Shipgirl, and on a philosophical level your description of what's 'human'.
 
The only way I can see Cthulhu Mythos deities being responsible for Shipgirls and/or Abyssals is as an accidental consequence of something else they were doing, because with the possible exception of Nyarlathotep and some of the entities August Derleth added to the Mythos, the truly powerful Lovecraftian cosmic entities don't care about things as insignificant as humanity. And, each in their own way, Shipgirls and Abyssals do care a lot about humanity, just from different directions, as it were.
 
The only way I can see Cthulhu Mythos deities being responsible for Shipgirls and/or Abyssals is as an accidental consequence of something else they were doing, because with the possible exception of Nyarlathotep and some of the entities August Derleth added to the Mythos, the truly powerful Lovecraftian cosmic entities don't care about things as insignificant as humanity. And, each in their own way, Shipgirls and Abyssals do care a lot about humanity, just from different directions, as it were.
Well of course it wouldn't be them. They're too busy keeping their king asleep so he doesn't wake up and destroy existence because it's all his dream.
That said, there're plenty of their servants, and their servants' servants who have a personality, motivations, and the like.
Plus, there're plenty of old cities and civilizations they ruled, and you can't have an ancient civilization without crazy powerful magi-tech!:D
 
Omake: A Certain lady
Iron can write happy things again!

* * * * *

Hiei returned to consciousness with a slow, easy pace. She shook off the fog and the cobwebs of sleep as she sat up with the kind of lazy grace more comparable to a well fed predator. While she quite enjoyed the soft lapping of the waves against her hull or the serene calm of the docks, she would readily admit they did not quite compare to a warm, comfy bed. Particularly one replete with the feeling of home.

It was one of the better perks of having been granted a form capable of experiencing the sensations of the body and the ability to comprehend and appreciate them. That she was still a fully capable and qualified Kongou-Class battleship made it even better. Well, there were the obvious downsides. A body capable of feeling pleasure was equally capable of feeling pain as well. Joy and despair to boot.

She rolled her shoulders before arcing her back and reaching towards the ceiling with her remaining hand in a long stretch. That tense feeling of taut muscle brought a satisfied moan from her lips. A grunt and another moan accompanied formerly misaligned machinery and slightly off-kilter joints easing back into their appropriate places.

With a gasp she released the breath she had been holding and relaxed, slouching over before flopping back onto the bed.

"Nnn..." She stared upwards for a few moments, letting her mind drift to the past few days. So much had happened in such a short span of time. Things were already a bit of a madhouse before New Jersey had been summoned by the Americans. But then it seemed as if everything had kicked into high gear. Hmm... Kinda like back in the forties. And then Arizona of all ships had showed up!

In Japan no less!

It made her head hurt when she tried and wrap her mind around it. Maybe if she'd seen the summoning herself? Her Admiral had a way about having strange things happen in his life, so that probably had something to do with it.

"Hmm... thoughts for later. I have things to do!" declared the battleship to no one but herself.

She sat up and all but bounded out of bed, landing on her feet with a slightly unsteady thumping sound. Balance... would be an issue for a while. She was missing a few hundred tons of herself mostly on one side after all.

"Step one, getting dressed." Hiei strolled over to the closet and began rifling through the myriad clothes hanging neatly pressed upon hangars of varying colors and designs. The only ones with any sort of uniformity were, reasonably, the ones sporting uniforms. "Nope. No. Hmm... Not in the mood for white. Or a button down. Oh bugger, this one has a hole in it. ...And that one does too."

It took her a few minutes of searching, grumbling, and tossing of most holey garments before finally grabbing a grey t-shirt and a pair of jeans that she deemed suitable. Plus, they were easy enough to put on. The shirt was quite baggy, so it didn't irritate her wounds any more than it had to. And the same went for the jeans. Though that was less about any easing on her screws than it was they were really, really comfortable. She might be bereft a bra or her bindings, but she really didn't want to try putting the latter on with one arm and all her sports bras were probably going to be a bit too tight on her shoulder. Something of Mutsu's might work. Or if she could find one of her camisoles…

Well, there weren't any here, so she'd need to go hunting through the laundry to find a clean one. And while perfectly capable of simply going through most of the day without, you never knew when you might need to run out unexpectedly or who might stop by. She wasn't that kind of ship after all!

One way or another she'd get it sorted out.

But she actually had to get dressed first. And therein lay the trouble. At least she didn't need to get undressed first.

Sometimes just sleeping in nothing but your knickers was really comfortable.

"Oh, fiddlesticks," Hiei remarked as she held out the shirt by a sleeve and tried to grab the its pair with her other hand, only to realize that hand wasn't there anymore. This would definitely take a lot more getting used to than she initially thought. Conceptually, no problem. In practice… very real problems. "Right. Okay. I can do this!"

She contemplated the upper wear for a few moments before nodding sharply and tossing it into the air. With a deft hand, she caught it by the lower end and draped it over her head. With a bit of struggling and nearly putting her head through a sleeve she managed to finally adorn herself with the shirt.

Backwards.

One frown and a mild curse later, Hiei had managed to right the apparel and no longer looked quite so silly. Well, no more silly than anyone wearing a shirt saying '#1 Dadmiral' on it. It was also a bit large for her. At least it was a bit easier to manage thanks to that. Well, sort of.

"Hiei-mama?"

"Oh! Jane!" Hiei blinked and turned to face the littlest Richardson, a smile blooming on her face until it was plain as day. "Good mor-guf!"

Hiei found herself interrupted as Jane barrelled into her stomach with the most bearish hug that could possibly be delivered by a child. And either she was way more drained from her ordeal than she thought, or Jane was channelling some deep mysterious reserve of power. Probably the former.

"Well, someone's full of energy this morning." She ruffled Jane's hair affectionately and was rewarded with a bright smile. It was good to be home.

"Of course I am! Everyone came home and Daddy said he'd take me on an outing tomorrow and Mutsu-mama finally came back and Ari-mama made breakfast for me!" She released her hold on Hiei and bounced around the half-clothed battleship like an over-enthusiastic tugboat.

"Lucky. I want to try some." Hiei pouted as she realized she'd missed a nice, home cooked morning meal. And one made by Arizona no less. As a ship who prided herself on her culinary exploits, she was always up for trying new foods. Or even everyday things made by different people. Lots of new experiences and ideas to be had there.

"She said you needed your rest." Jane paused in her dashing to and fro to pose sternly with a hand on her hip and a finger raised as if she were some sort of humorless instructor. "The Lieutenant needs as much time to recover as possible if she is to return to her duties."

Hiei snickered openly at Jane's attempt at imitating Arizona.

"But Ari-mama did leave you some leftovers to warm up. And she gave me instructions and everything just in case you couldn't find them before she left." She dropped the attempt at acting imposing and grinned. "I think she's worrying too much."

"Probably. She's got a ton of spirit and I bet she doesn't know what to do with it all. So she just fusses over every little thing. In her own, grumpy way." Hiei laughed alongside Jane at the good-natured ribbing of the absent Standard. Arizona did get pretty wound up about things. Some with plenty good reason, too. But if the redhead were home, she'd probably have heated words about her current state of dress. Or a conniption fit. Maybe both.

Speaking of dress…

"Jane, is all of the laundry clean?" She rolled her wounded shoulder subconsciously as she asked.

"Hmm…" Jane placed a finger to her lips as the thought about it. She was pretty sure it had been done. It was Daddy's turn and he was usually really good about it. She had clean clothes at least. But what got washed with what tended to be up in the air at times. "I… think so?"

"Would you help me out and go find one of my camisoles or one of Mutsu's bras?" Her shoulder was really starting to ache right now. Not painful, per se. But definitely uncomfortable.

"Okay. But why do you need one of Mut-oh! Oh! Sorry. Yeah!" Jane's expression went from confusion to realization to shock before arriving at determination. All in the span of a swiftly spoken sentence. "I'll be right back!"

"Don't run down the stairs!" hollered Hiei as Jane bolted from the room. At least she didn't need to explain the why about needing certain undergarments to Jane. The girl was pretty quick on things sometimes. However the rapid thumping of footsteps made her briefly reconsider that thought. Really now.

"Next up… pants."

By the time Jane had returned, a sizable brassiere in hand, Hiei was a barely decent tangle of limbs and denim laying on the floor.

"...Mama? Are you okay?"

"I've been better?" Hiei flopped onto her back with a huff, her shirt hiked up and pants only partially up to her knees on one side. "I really overestimated what I can do like this."

"Can I-may I help?" Jintsuu-mama's lessons were not for nothing!

"I… Yeah." She was not above asking for help. But it didn't make her feel any less silly about the whole situation. Objectively it's really easy to tell that missing an entire limb is going to change your life in all sorts of ways. But in reality it was a bit harder to wrap her head around just how deep those changes went. The shirt should have been her first indication if last night hadn't hammered it in. Maybe she was just too happy to have been home to really notice or remember all of the advice and warnings she'd been given by Parkson.

"Then sit up so I can get you dressed," Jane ordered in the same tone of voice she normally used when she was playing Ensign.

Hiei somehow managed to sit up and salute without laughing at the sight of a determined Jane barking orders with a bra in hand.

"Yes, ma'am. Thank you ma'am." Okay, so she was grinning like a buffoon. She didn't have that much restraint. But at least she could keep it together better than Mutsu. Mutsu would have been on the floor trying to breathe between laughs.

If the Abyssal menace really wanted to stand up to the Nagato-Class, then they should hire a comedian.

Fortunately humor seemed to be beyond them.

"Okay! First is..."

It took some work and a fair amount of pinched skin as Jane wasn't exactly the most gentle of assistants, but Hiei was ultimately able to find herself fully dressed with the requested help. Even though the child didn't do more than pull on the clothes or help steady the battleship at said battleship's request it was still enough. And sometimes enough was all you needed to get through the day. But she would definitely need to get used to doing this on her own.

Hiei rolled her shoulders with an approving look on her face. Yeah, some bits could be better off. But she was dressed and all good to go.

"Alright. Much better! Thank you, Jane!" She reached down and pulled Jane in for a hug that was reciprocated quite readily.

"Anytime, mama." Jane smiled before disengaging and dashing over to the door. Her smile turning into a smirk that was all too reminiscent of her father. "But I bet Daddy could do it even better!"

And with that she ran off, laughing all the way.

"Wh-You little-! Get back here, Ensign Jane Elaine Richardson! Don't make me come after you!"

Hiei sighed and let a slightly wistful smile grace her lips after her outburst. Well, that was fine. The teasing and the laughing and all the madness. Her sisters might not be here, running around across the Pacific as they were, but it was still home. Her home.

"Gotta catch me~!"

...And now it was time for her to have some fun of her own. She smirked ominously. Catch her? Did she think to flee from a Kongou? Surely Jane's words were in jest.

"I don't know. Hide and seek might be a bit tough for me right now. I'm just so hungry. Ari's breakfast might not be enough," she called out in reply as she strolled out of the bedroom. Her blue eyes twinkled with mirth. "You know what? The Major sent me that really good recipe for cinnamon rolls. I should probably make some. But I don't know if I can do it on my own."

Hiei could almost feel Jane's gaze from her hiding spot.

"I might have to pass on making those giant, gooey cinnamon rolls, dripping with frosting and piping hot." She looked down at her side where Jane had all but magically appeared, tugging at her shirt. Hook. Line. And sinker.

"...The Major's recipe?"

"Gotcha." Hiei laughed at Jane's look of embarrassment before ruffling the girl's dark hair. It was fun to do. "Come on. With all our spirit and hearts full of love, lets get cooking!"

"To the kitchen. All ahead flank!"

It was a warzone that decorated the pile of baked goods some hours later, but they were the best cinnamon rolls anyone had eaten in a long time.

* * * * *
 
That she was still a fully capable and qualified Kongou-Class battleship made it even better. Well, there were the obvious downsides. A body capable of feeling pleasure was equally capable of feeling pain as well. Joy and despair to boot.
No, feeling pleasure's a good thing. Like fear. If you can't feel pain, well... if it's any of the more common for-that-symptom reasons, you've got less than a decade to live.
One frown and a mild curse later, Hiei had managed to right the apparel and no longer looked quite so silly. Well, no more silly than anyone wearing a shirt saying '#1 Dadmiral' on it.
1. Guess that explains whose bed Hiei woke up in.
2. I have been watching too much Overwatch. How can I tell? When I see
wearing that shirt.
"Then sit up so I can get you dressed," Jane ordered in the same tone of voice she normally used when she was playing Ensign.

Hiei somehow managed to sit up and salute without laughing at the sight of a determined Jane barking orders with a bra in hand.
She's a stronger person than I am.
:lol:rofl:
If the Abyssal menace really wanted to stand up to the Nagato-Class, then they should hire a comedian.

Fortunately humor seemed to be beyond them.
You. You fail the Dunkleman School of Comedy.
What you should have written was this:
Yang Xiao-Long said:
If the Abyssal menace really wanted to stand up to the Nagato-Class, then they should hire a comedian.

Fortunately humor didn't really stand up to them.
You are welcome.:V
 
No, feeling pleasure's a good thing. Like fear. If you can't feel pain, well... if it's any of the more common for-that-symptom reasons, you've got less than a decade to live.
I am an individual more than skilled at awkward wording. :p
1. Guess that explains whose bed Hiei woke up in.
*whistles innocently*
2. I have been watching too much Overwatch. How can I tell? When I see
wearing that shirt.
Funny that...
You. You fail the Dunkleman School of Comedy.
What you should have written was this:
You are welcome.:V
I fail at humor. orz

And I see what you did there.
 
*whistles innocently*
Don't make me crack a Katawa Shoujo joke. I will do it if you make me. I have horrible taste, a barbed tongue, and minimal shame.
:lol:rofl:
1. I got the reference! That totally counts as getting the reference!
2. That is totally Dadmiral's canon appearance.
I fail at humor. orz

And I see what you did there.
 
Don't make me crack a Katawa Shoujo joke. I will do it if you make me. I have horrible taste, a barbed tongue, and minimal shame.
I will refrain from making you perform such a deed. :rofl:
:lol:rofl:
1. I got the reference! That totally counts as getting the reference!
2. That is totally Dadmiral's canon appearance.
Try to go through the Team Dad: 76 pool on Danbooru and not imagine Jane and Richardson half the time. :p

...And I realize I never actually described what Dadmiral looks like aside from having dark hair.
 
Headcanon: Admiral John Richardson now looks like Jack Morrison. Hell, their names even rhyme :D
 
But [men calling the women they love goddesses] sure as hell isn't healthy. Or contributes to a stable, loving relationship.
I don't actually disagree about it not being the best thing for a long term relationship. It is the act of a man who is smitten, who is carried away with passion... and I would argue that passion is neither good nor evil. It is simply passion. I prefer not to criticize, but I don't object if you do. As long as we can recognize that Crowning isn't doing anything that millions of other men haven't done before him- and done with less justification.

If that's what you think of when reading Cthulhu mythos, then you clearly haven't read Cthulhu mythos. Or at least not enough Cthulhu mythos to know what the entire genre encompasses.
[Rolls eyes]

Well yes, of course there are an endless array of different supernatural entities in the works of Lovecraft (see also fan/devotees such as Derleth who are themselves published, having played in his setting after his death). But what makes the Cthulhu mythos distinct, to the point where it is anything other than a misleading waste of time to say "Cthulhu mythos," is that its gods are alien and inhuman and at best indifferent to human life. The world of the Cthulhu mythos is ancient beyond comprehension, weird beyond comprehension, and the only reason we can even be vaguely comfortable with our place in it is that we do not know the vast majority of what's going on in it.

OK, Lemme just stop you right there.
You're wrong.
You. Are. Wrong.
Sort of.
Things from fairies, to their eating habits, to their impossible weight, to summoning their rigging, are stuff the humans explicitly do not understand and should be impossible. They know it exists, but they don't understand how it works. This actually happens at times in physics and how things work at the smallest, most fundamental levels. You get a law you can't directly test for it but you can show through math that if it didn't exist, this other more observable and documented thing wouldn't. I'm explaining it horribly, but I think you get my point. Shipgirls are as much nonsensical shit as they are 'human'. Hell, that's the whole promise of Kant-O-Celle quest, something I know TheJMPer tunes into and has taken minor inspiration from.
You are not comprehending.

See, I get that shipgirls violate the laws of physics. That is because I am not literally stupider than a pile of wet concrete. My point is that the ways in which they violate said laws of physics make sense in a human way. We may not fully understand the rules of how or why it happens, but it makes poetic sense.

This "poetic sense" is critical if one is to be anything other than a humorless hypercritic when it comes to fiction. For example, the idea of angels- humans with feathery bird wings growing out of their backs- flying around makes poetic sense. Nobody with a gram of imagination actually has to stop and cope with discomfort, confusion, or cognitive dissonance at the concept.

To someone with no poetic sense, there is a problem. They immediately start asking questions like "hey, human musculature isn't set up to flap wings, the 'angels' would have to have nonhuman body proportions" or "bird wings are equivalent to human arms, they aren't physically separate limbs, so shouldn't angels have wings for arms instead of having normal arms and wings growing from their back?"

And lots of people momentarily switch off their poetic sense for fun, to indulge in such critiques. This is common on the Internet. If one cannot stop doing it, though, it is a sign of a cramped and damaged imagination.

Shipgirls make poetic sense. It makes poetic sense that their weight both is, and is not, equal to that of a huge steel ship. It makes poetic sense that they both are, and are not, extremely expensive to take care of. It makes poetic sense that that as ships have crews of humans, shipgirls have "crews" of faeries. We may not be able to explain every detail of how these things happen, or how they can happen when they seem to give rise to logical contradictions. But only a person with a cramped and damaged imagination actually has any trouble imagining all these things being true.

Shipgirls present at least as many logical contradictions as the concept of a square circle, but are much, much easier for humans to imagine.

This is because squares and circles are constructs of geometric logic. They exist in our minds only as logical constructs, and when we try to imagine them breaking logical rules, we are unable to imagine them at all. Just having a good imagination isn't enough- there is no such thing as a square circle or circular square, and you can't change that by closing your eyes and visualizing harder.

Shipgirls are NOT constructs of pure logic, that much is obvious- but the symbolic logic and poetic logic they do follow is logic which is quite familiar to our experience, aligned with our mythology, and which is easily comprehensible to any human being with a working imagination.

...

And for this very reason, it is vanishingly unlikely that shipgirls are the creation of any force which is truly alien to humanity. Gods that were associated with humanity in the past are certainly a reasonable explanation- but the gods that would create a shipgirl are OUR gods. They are not the gods of creatures from beyond the stars. They are not vast, mindless, buzzing cosmic forces of elemental chaos and creation and destruction.

If shipgirls are the creations of gods, then those gods must be something like us. They are gods that themselves must be able to think and express their creative power in ways that may not make logical sense to humans, but do at least make poetic and symbolic sense to us. They are gods who must think a lot like humans do.

[In reply to me saying "no creation of alien mentalities from beyond known reality would do X, Y, and Z...]

1. You need to watch more anime.
2. That's also a lot of stuff you actually disagree with on a subjective sense rather than, you know, anything concrete.
3. Watch more black-and-white B-movies. The girls in some of them be stacked.
[sighs]

Still missing the point.

Those animes and B-movies and so on are NOT actual examples of inhuman creations of elder deities from beyond the stars. They are themselves the products of human imagination. They act a lot like (wacky) humans because humans imagined them and imagined them acting a lot like humans.

When someone tries to actually portray entities in human form, which are the creations of inhuman and nonhuman forces and mentalities, you get a story like this:

How to Talk to Girls at Parties

That level of strangeness- not just magic and illogic, but strangeness-

That is what you would get, if entities out of the Cthulhu mythos were responsible for the creation of a race of beautiful female spirits that personify warships.

Shipgirls aren't like that.

And so, if we accept that shipgirls are a thing that actually exists, and yet have more in common with humans than, say, squid do... It suggests that they are a product of something that in turn has more in common with humans than squid do. Sort of like how if you see articles of clothing created by an alien, and those clothes would fit a human, you know the alien is humanoid in shape. Inhuman-shaped aliens would not wear human-shaped clothes.

Whose to say I wasn't talking about the gods of humanity?
And to point out a big of a logical fallacy you're operating under: just what is 'human'? And what is 'alien'?
What is 'human' in the context of what I've been saying... is the realm of mindsets and attitudes that make symbolic, poetic sense to the great majority of human beings. This is not hard, this is not complicated.

Aliens might be like that. In many fictional settings (say, Star Wars, or Mass Effect) they are. But not in Lovecraft they wouldn't be. Aliens in Lovecraft are much weirder and, as a rule, grander than we are.

Shipgirls are not 'alien' in the sense that I am using the word 'human,' because they are not 'inhuman.'
 
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I don't actually disagree about it not being the best thing for a long term relationship. It is the act of a man who is smitten, who is carried away with passion... and I would argue that passion is neither good nor evil. It is simply passion. I prefer not to criticize, but I don't object if you do. As long as we can recognize that Crowning isn't doing anything that millions of other men haven't done before him- and done with less justification.
Crowning only flat-out called her a god(ess) to make the "Deus ex Machina" connection apparent. She's more of a nymph than anything, really.
 
What is 'human' in the context of what I've been saying... is the realm of mindsets and attitudes that make symbolic, poetic sense to the great majority of human beings. This is not hard, this is not complicated.
Then even shipgirls don't fit that. Both in-universe and IRL, shipgirls do not indeed make sense, even in the metaphysical sense you try to push. This is how this argument's primogenitor topic originally got started, the cultural/theological conflicts shipgirl origins as described by Crowling in Belated Battleships pose. Humanity is extremely heterogeneous in culture. We've been killing each other over it as long as we've been able to label another group 'not us'. To say that shipgirls, symbolically or otherwise, make sense to a majority of people on Earth is a grossly ignorant, hyperbolic statement.
What a very subjective term you've chosen to base your argument around. For starters, Belated Battleships isn't a poem.
This "poetic sense" is critical if one is to be anything other than a humorless hypercritic when it comes to fiction. For example, the idea of angels- humans with feathery bird wings growing out of their backs- flying around makes poetic sense. Nobody with a gram of imagination actually has to stop and cope with discomfort, confusion, or cognitive dissonance at the concept.

To someone with no poetic sense, there is a problem. They immediately start asking questions like "hey, human musculature isn't set up to flap wings, the 'angels' would have to have nonhuman body proportions" or "bird wings are equivalent to human arms, they aren't physically separate limbs, so shouldn't angels have wings for arms instead of having normal arms and wings growing from their back?"
And lots of people momentarily switch off their poetic sense for fun, to indulge in such critiques. This is common on the Internet. If one cannot stop doing it, though, it is a sign of a cramped and damaged imagination.
See, now you're not actually talking about 'Poetic Sense', and more about Suspension of Disbelief.
I think terms like 'metaphorical', 'simile', or perhaps 'parallel' would be better served for your point that Shipgirls' impossible existence work still contains understandable similarities to things within the realm of reality humans do understand.
When someone tries to actually portray entities in human form, which are the creations of inhuman and nonhuman forces and mentalities, you get a story like this:

How to Talk to Girls at Parties
Well, I do have to thank you for linking a very nice story.
That level of strangeness- not just magic and illogic, but strangeness-

That is what you would get, if entities out of the Cthulhu mythos were responsible for the creation of a race of beautiful female spirits that personify warships.

Shipgirls aren't like that.

And I do see where your opinion is formed and informed, even if I disagree with it.
Crowning only flat-out called her a god(ess) to make the "Deus ex Machina" connection apparent. She's more of a nymph than anything, really.
No kidding. :ogles:
 
You guys are all implicitly making a God of the Gaps argument. Why assume that shipgirls were created by any god? What reason does Crowning have to believe that the existence of shipgirls is anything more than just another mysterious but natural phenomenon mistakenly attributed to supernatural causes, as people have done for literally as long as there have been people? Does this story take place in a universe where the head god regularly makes a state of the union address telepathically to every person on the planet simultaneously?
 
*Quietly begins labelling Always Late and Simon Jester as the new UgoMura*
 
You guys are all implicitly making a God of the Gaps argument. Why assume that shipgirls were created by any god? What reason does Crowning have to believe that the existence of shipgirls is anything more than just another mysterious but natural phenomenon mistakenly attributed to supernatural causes, as people have done for literally as long as there have been people? Does this story take place in a universe where the head god regularly makes a state of the union address telepathically to every person on the planet simultaneously?
Well, "natural" is stretching things. Unless literally everything we think we know about physics is wrong, there's clearly something different from the normal processes of nature that forms them. But that need not be a deity, it could be something on the cosmic energy fields, vague spiritualism, and paranormal activity side of things. Ships being nexus of concentrated human emotions and thoughts, our insistence on personifying them and belief in their power actually creating a spiritual entity or that kind of thing.
 
You guys are all implicitly making a God of the Gaps argument. Why assume that shipgirls were created by any god? What reason does Crowning have to believe that the existence of shipgirls is anything more than just another mysterious but natural phenomenon mistakenly attributed to supernatural causes, as people have done for literally as long as there have been people?

Jersey in Mothballs. Abyssals. Word of God / Author. Need I go on?
 
Well, "natural" is stretching things. Unless literally everything we think we know about physics is wrong, there's clearly something different from the normal processes of nature that forms them.
In the same way that the development of quantum field theory was a process of discovering that everything we think we know about physics is wrong, yes. Hey hey, it turns out everything that exists is fields! That's pretty momentous.

Jersey in Mothballs. Abyssals.
God. Of. The. Gaps. Argument. "Everything we think we know says this is impossible, therefore a wizard did it."
Word of God / Author.
Where?
 
In the same way that the development of quantum field theory was a process of discovering that everything we think we know about physics is wrong, yes. Hey hey, it turns out everything that exists is fields! That's pretty momentous.


God. Of. The. Gaps. Argument. "Everything we think we know says this is impossible, therefore a wizard did it."

Where?
You're not strictly wrong, and my most articulate response is kinda incoherent. So obvious magic is magic even if it's also science dang nabbit. PEANUT BUTTER!!!

As of yet we've no proof that shipgirls actually do follow many exact laws. Other than tonnage sunk = summons, and how precise that is I can't recall. But should it prove impossible to define them according to natural laws, that's pretty damn supernatural if the term has any meaning.
 
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Ship girls are magic. No need to explain further, dess.



...sorry, I've seen too many arguments like this. They go nowhere fast and just cause headaches for everyone involved.
 
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