YuffieK
(Verified Ninja Princess)
EVERY shipgirl is at least seventy.
Belated Battleships (KanColle) [REHOST]
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EVERY shipgirl is at least seventy.
Old Iron
Admiral Unfun
- Location
- The Southwestern Deadlands of America
And they look really good for their age.
I think Vestal is the oldest though. She's got Kongou beat by about 4 years.
- Location
- Malaysia
Quick question, what does this line refer to anyway?
- Location
- 'Murica
All the Japanese girls have lost sisters to American guns.
- Location
- Malaysia
Ohh ok..thanks.
Wash's Wacky Christmas
- Location
- 'Murica
So, I'm gonna be busy all day, so have a mini-update!
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Battleship Washington was beside herself with happiness. The dinner she'd cooked for Yeoman Gale had gone over brilliantly. Gale seemed to enjoy the fresh salad and hearty lasagna, even though she didn't eat nearly as much as Wash did. But more importantly, Gale had let Wash stay and eat with her! The two of them were still friends! There was still a chance that Wash could give herself to Gale and be revived with loving arms and soft, ideal-for-cuddling belly.
If… if she could ever work up the courage to confess her love to the sailor. Wash was pretty sure Gale loved women, even women who were actually ships carrying the souls of men deep within their bosoms. But… but it was still hard for her to broach the subject.
Wash was just another battleship. A good one, yes, but she lacked the spectacular pretense of the Iowa sisters. She was a battleship. They were the greatest, most powerful battleships the world had ever or will ever see. They were larger than life heroes of steel and fire. Even decades after the dawn of the carrier, they still made nations stand up and stare at the thunder of their guns.
How could Wash ever compete with that, especially if she was competing for someone as perfect as the Yeoman. Gale was a human. She needed eight hours of sleep a night, she needed three meals a day, she needed warm clothing at night, in every way imaginable she was more fragile and delicate than Wash. Yet she woke every morning and ran herself ragged, only to wash up and report for duty.
She was spectacular. Any ship would be proud to have her as their captain. Wash was just happy to have her as a friend.
But that wasn't the only reason she'd been giggling for the past hour. She fiddled with the end of her long silk scarf in a vain attempt to burn off some of her furious nervous energy. She'd bought Gale the perfect gift this Christmas, and she couldn't wait to tell her roommate.
"Kirishima?" Wash bumped the door open with a swing of her hip. The room she shared with Kirishima wasn't the biggest room on the base—that honor went to the triple shard by the cruisers—but it wasn't the smallest either.
Wash's side of the room was pretty barren. She'd hung up a flag for decoration, and put a few of her old naval manuals on her desk next to a battered paperback of Changing Destiny she'd borrowed from Tenryuu. Kirishima's room had no such restraint.
The Japanese ship had festooned the walls with posters and flags. A Union Jack flew over her bed, and a vast rising sun battle flag was tacked up against the wall. Pillows, plushies, and lovingly washed blanket bearing the image of all four Kongous lay piled up on her bed. Her desk was all but overflowing with her computer on one side—currently playing a video of someone with a soothing English accent painting miniatures—and a vast collection of tiny yellow soldiers spilling over the rest.
"Huh?" Kirishima spun around in her spinning desk chair and scrunched up her nose to bring her glasses back in line with her sea-gray eyes. She had another one of the tiny yellow men clutched in one hand, and a fine-pointed paint brush in the other. "Oh, hi wash."
"Hello, Kirishima!" Wash let out an uncharacteristic giggle. She would have hugged the Japanese warship if her hands weren't occupied with a most-likely fragile miniature. "What're you working on?"
Kirishima set her model down, "Latest batch of Space Marines. Imperial fists this time." The littlest Kongou smoothed her abbreviated skirt and smiled, "Did you know there's a 40k chapter on base?"
Wash nodded, "I know, Gale goes there sometimes."
Kirishima chuckled, "So, any news?"
"We're…" Wash hung her head, "Still friends."
"Oh," Kirishima darted over to give the big American a nice warm hug. "That's too bad."
"But I got her a present though," said Wash. Her smile hadn't dimmed yet as she looked over at the converted battlecruiser. "I think she'll really like it."
Kirishima blinked. "Are you going to tell me or what?"
Wash blushed, and puffed out her chest a bit. "Well, I saw that she's really into miniatures and wargaming."
"And DnD," added Kirishima with a smile.
"Yes, that," said Wash. "But she doesn't have any naval stuff."
Kirishima's face instantly lost all its mirth. Her eyes narrowed to cunning slits, and her whole body tensed as her crew manned their battle stations, "A-and…."
"I bought her Axis and Allies: Naval Miniatures."
Kirisima pounced. She swung one leg over the American's lap and loomed over her, her eyes aflame with furious intensity as she planted her hands on Wash's shoulders. "Which set did you buy her!" she demanded.
Wash blinked with equal measures serenity and confusion. "War at Sea?"
"WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!" thundered Kirishima with all the terrified rage her body could generate. "Do you know what comes with that set?"
Wash blinked again. "S-ships?"
"Yes!" Kirishima bounced off Wash's lap and darted over to the vast stack of board games slowly sneaking towards collapse at the foot of her bed. "Here," she fished a box out and tossed it to Wash, "Read it."
Wash fished the model list out of the box and started to read. Hmm, Kongou was included, as was Hood and Sammy and… oh. "I'm on this list," she said quietly.
Kirishima nodded so violently her glasses almost fell off her nose. "You bought her a little model of yourself."
"Oh," Wash paled with horror. What had she done…
"You're telling her you want her to play with you," said Kirishima with frantic energy, "You might as well have shown up naked with a big old ribbon tied around your upperworks!"
Wash cradled her chest for a moment at the thought, then the horrified realization set in. It was forward, too forward. Gale was just a friend, to do something do drastic! To a woman as kind and gentle and ladylike as Gale! "No," mumbled Wash. Had she really just torpedoed her chances with the love of her life with a single poorly-chosen gift. "N-no.."
"Okay," Kirishima started to pace frantically from one side of the room to the other. Before long, she was just bouncing from bed to bed with a worried expression on her face. "It's oh-six-thirty, yes?"
Wash nodded.
"According to my calculations," Kirishima pushed her glasses up her nose and flourished a pencil and notepad, "you should be able to stop her if you hurry."
She didn't need to say any more. Almost before the words had left her mouth, Wash was gone. Only a little depression in the bedding where she'd sat and a large pile of splinters where the door had been gave any evidence that the battleship had been there in the first place.
Kirishima clutched her hands to her chest, "Godspeed, Washington."
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Yeoman Gale cradled a cup of steaming hot coco to her chest and chuckled as her best friend Jen Bowers handed out presents. Christmas morning on base was always a special event, but it had only gotten more adorable with the arrival of shipgirls. Akatsuki and her sisters were dressed up like little elves, and the four of them tottered around with presents balanced on their heads. It was almost unbearably adorable.
"Here you go," Inazuma tottered over to Gale with a big box wrapped in bright red paper sitting on her head.
"Aw," Gale set her mug down on the carpet and took the box off the smiling destroyer with a little bow. "Thank you, Inazuma."
Inazuma let out a blushing mew, and tottered back to the tree to pick something else to deliver. Gale wasn't entirely sure if the girls had gifts of their own, or if they even wanted anything. The seemed to enjoy delivering more than anything else.
"Let's see," Gale settled the box on her lap and turned it around to find the note. "This is from Wash."
Bowers let out a gigging "ooooooh," and deftly dodged a wad of wrapping paper sent her way.
"Let's see what it—" Gale was suddenly cut off when the door exploded open off its hinges and a busty blur of a scarf-wearing battleship bolted though the sudden opening.
"NOOOOOOO!" Wash dived though the air and smashed to the floor right in front of Gale, sending her mug a full foot into the air from the sheer shockwave. Luckily, the drink landed on the soft well of Wash's ample stern instead of anywhere where it could break.
Gale blinked.
Wash snatched the present back and cradled it to her chest. "This… uh… was meant for s-someone…" Wash glanced at the floor and her face blushed a brilliant red. "Else. S-sorry."
Gale blinked again.
Wash quietly collected herself, and backed out the door with mumbled apologies.
Gale blinked yet again. "Okay…" she glanced at Bowers, "Did anyone else just see that?"
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Battleship Washington was beside herself with happiness. The dinner she'd cooked for Yeoman Gale had gone over brilliantly. Gale seemed to enjoy the fresh salad and hearty lasagna, even though she didn't eat nearly as much as Wash did. But more importantly, Gale had let Wash stay and eat with her! The two of them were still friends! There was still a chance that Wash could give herself to Gale and be revived with loving arms and soft, ideal-for-cuddling belly.
If… if she could ever work up the courage to confess her love to the sailor. Wash was pretty sure Gale loved women, even women who were actually ships carrying the souls of men deep within their bosoms. But… but it was still hard for her to broach the subject.
Wash was just another battleship. A good one, yes, but she lacked the spectacular pretense of the Iowa sisters. She was a battleship. They were the greatest, most powerful battleships the world had ever or will ever see. They were larger than life heroes of steel and fire. Even decades after the dawn of the carrier, they still made nations stand up and stare at the thunder of their guns.
How could Wash ever compete with that, especially if she was competing for someone as perfect as the Yeoman. Gale was a human. She needed eight hours of sleep a night, she needed three meals a day, she needed warm clothing at night, in every way imaginable she was more fragile and delicate than Wash. Yet she woke every morning and ran herself ragged, only to wash up and report for duty.
She was spectacular. Any ship would be proud to have her as their captain. Wash was just happy to have her as a friend.
But that wasn't the only reason she'd been giggling for the past hour. She fiddled with the end of her long silk scarf in a vain attempt to burn off some of her furious nervous energy. She'd bought Gale the perfect gift this Christmas, and she couldn't wait to tell her roommate.
"Kirishima?" Wash bumped the door open with a swing of her hip. The room she shared with Kirishima wasn't the biggest room on the base—that honor went to the triple shard by the cruisers—but it wasn't the smallest either.
Wash's side of the room was pretty barren. She'd hung up a flag for decoration, and put a few of her old naval manuals on her desk next to a battered paperback of Changing Destiny she'd borrowed from Tenryuu. Kirishima's room had no such restraint.
The Japanese ship had festooned the walls with posters and flags. A Union Jack flew over her bed, and a vast rising sun battle flag was tacked up against the wall. Pillows, plushies, and lovingly washed blanket bearing the image of all four Kongous lay piled up on her bed. Her desk was all but overflowing with her computer on one side—currently playing a video of someone with a soothing English accent painting miniatures—and a vast collection of tiny yellow soldiers spilling over the rest.
"Huh?" Kirishima spun around in her spinning desk chair and scrunched up her nose to bring her glasses back in line with her sea-gray eyes. She had another one of the tiny yellow men clutched in one hand, and a fine-pointed paint brush in the other. "Oh, hi wash."
"Hello, Kirishima!" Wash let out an uncharacteristic giggle. She would have hugged the Japanese warship if her hands weren't occupied with a most-likely fragile miniature. "What're you working on?"
Kirishima set her model down, "Latest batch of Space Marines. Imperial fists this time." The littlest Kongou smoothed her abbreviated skirt and smiled, "Did you know there's a 40k chapter on base?"
Wash nodded, "I know, Gale goes there sometimes."
Kirishima chuckled, "So, any news?"
"We're…" Wash hung her head, "Still friends."
"Oh," Kirishima darted over to give the big American a nice warm hug. "That's too bad."
"But I got her a present though," said Wash. Her smile hadn't dimmed yet as she looked over at the converted battlecruiser. "I think she'll really like it."
Kirishima blinked. "Are you going to tell me or what?"
Wash blushed, and puffed out her chest a bit. "Well, I saw that she's really into miniatures and wargaming."
"And DnD," added Kirishima with a smile.
"Yes, that," said Wash. "But she doesn't have any naval stuff."
Kirishima's face instantly lost all its mirth. Her eyes narrowed to cunning slits, and her whole body tensed as her crew manned their battle stations, "A-and…."
"I bought her Axis and Allies: Naval Miniatures."
Kirisima pounced. She swung one leg over the American's lap and loomed over her, her eyes aflame with furious intensity as she planted her hands on Wash's shoulders. "Which set did you buy her!" she demanded.
Wash blinked with equal measures serenity and confusion. "War at Sea?"
"WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!" thundered Kirishima with all the terrified rage her body could generate. "Do you know what comes with that set?"
Wash blinked again. "S-ships?"
"Yes!" Kirishima bounced off Wash's lap and darted over to the vast stack of board games slowly sneaking towards collapse at the foot of her bed. "Here," she fished a box out and tossed it to Wash, "Read it."
Wash fished the model list out of the box and started to read. Hmm, Kongou was included, as was Hood and Sammy and… oh. "I'm on this list," she said quietly.
Kirishima nodded so violently her glasses almost fell off her nose. "You bought her a little model of yourself."
"Oh," Wash paled with horror. What had she done…
"You're telling her you want her to play with you," said Kirishima with frantic energy, "You might as well have shown up naked with a big old ribbon tied around your upperworks!"
Wash cradled her chest for a moment at the thought, then the horrified realization set in. It was forward, too forward. Gale was just a friend, to do something do drastic! To a woman as kind and gentle and ladylike as Gale! "No," mumbled Wash. Had she really just torpedoed her chances with the love of her life with a single poorly-chosen gift. "N-no.."
"Okay," Kirishima started to pace frantically from one side of the room to the other. Before long, she was just bouncing from bed to bed with a worried expression on her face. "It's oh-six-thirty, yes?"
Wash nodded.
"According to my calculations," Kirishima pushed her glasses up her nose and flourished a pencil and notepad, "you should be able to stop her if you hurry."
She didn't need to say any more. Almost before the words had left her mouth, Wash was gone. Only a little depression in the bedding where she'd sat and a large pile of splinters where the door had been gave any evidence that the battleship had been there in the first place.
Kirishima clutched her hands to her chest, "Godspeed, Washington."
—|—|—
Yeoman Gale cradled a cup of steaming hot coco to her chest and chuckled as her best friend Jen Bowers handed out presents. Christmas morning on base was always a special event, but it had only gotten more adorable with the arrival of shipgirls. Akatsuki and her sisters were dressed up like little elves, and the four of them tottered around with presents balanced on their heads. It was almost unbearably adorable.
"Here you go," Inazuma tottered over to Gale with a big box wrapped in bright red paper sitting on her head.
"Aw," Gale set her mug down on the carpet and took the box off the smiling destroyer with a little bow. "Thank you, Inazuma."
Inazuma let out a blushing mew, and tottered back to the tree to pick something else to deliver. Gale wasn't entirely sure if the girls had gifts of their own, or if they even wanted anything. The seemed to enjoy delivering more than anything else.
"Let's see," Gale settled the box on her lap and turned it around to find the note. "This is from Wash."
Bowers let out a gigging "ooooooh," and deftly dodged a wad of wrapping paper sent her way.
"Let's see what it—" Gale was suddenly cut off when the door exploded open off its hinges and a busty blur of a scarf-wearing battleship bolted though the sudden opening.
"NOOOOOOO!" Wash dived though the air and smashed to the floor right in front of Gale, sending her mug a full foot into the air from the sheer shockwave. Luckily, the drink landed on the soft well of Wash's ample stern instead of anywhere where it could break.
Gale blinked.
Wash snatched the present back and cradled it to her chest. "This… uh… was meant for s-someone…" Wash glanced at the floor and her face blushed a brilliant red. "Else. S-sorry."
Gale blinked again.
Wash quietly collected herself, and backed out the door with mumbled apologies.
Gale blinked yet again. "Okay…" she glanced at Bowers, "Did anyone else just see that?"
Icywinter
50% ice, 50% winter
- Location
- ?
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Wash... Awh...
>Blushing Wash
Stop I can't take cuteness of this magnitude
Stop Halping, Kirishima!
Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
Kirishima does 40k: Unsurprising.
Kirishima does not listen to The Mighty Jingles: Heresy.
That... actually makes sense. Sure, it's an excuse for the stock 'get the gift back before its too late' comedy misunderstanding, but the implication of the gift I can make sense of.
- Location
- National Capital Region, USA
.....this still sounds like a good plan.
Damn it! Wash, give her the present!
jwolfe_beta
Semi Genre-Savvy Overlord
- Location
- Canada
I admit I'm drawing a blank here. I have watched some of Jingles WoW/WoT videos but how does that relate to 40k?
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Old Iron
Admiral Unfun
- Location
- The Southwestern Deadlands of America
I would support that plan.
Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
*facepalm*
It is bad that Jingle's favorite Kongou girl does not watch his videos. Given Kirishima is a 40k player, I chose the memetic admonishment of 'heresy'.
HERESY I SAY!
- Location
- Canada
North Carolina: What are you doing to my sister, Kirishima??
- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
Poor Washington. Poor Gale.
When Kongou claims loudly she'll be the first to marry an admiral, Arizona blurs into action.
Shima asked the obvious question: what grants her this preternatural ability to hurry up? What is providing her this ability to strike first, so suddenly, at precisely the moment when it is least expected?
Now... Remember, everybody. Remember, in her early days, Arizona's grim resolve to never let the enemy catch her off guard and get in the first shot again.
Of course Arizona proposed to Richardson before Kongou got her hooks into Goto.
Did anyone really think Ari, of all people, would let a Japanese ship get off the first shot again?
Missouri, at least, is getting to fight the good fight as much as anybody. Still out there, still making thirty-ump knots, still terrorizing Abyssals.
So when there is a nasty surprise, suddenly Arizona blurs with superhuman, nay, supershipgirl speed, so much so as to leave Shimakaze speechless.
When Kongou claims loudly she'll be the first to marry an admiral, Arizona blurs into action.
Shima asked the obvious question: what grants her this preternatural ability to hurry up? What is providing her this ability to strike first, so suddenly, at precisely the moment when it is least expected?
Now... Remember, everybody. Remember, in her early days, Arizona's grim resolve to never let the enemy catch her off guard and get in the first shot again.
Of course Arizona proposed to Richardson before Kongou got her hooks into Goto.
Did anyone really think Ari, of all people, would let a Japanese ship get off the first shot again?
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
You know, when thinking back to how I had the thought of Gale doing a test in regards to requalifying as a boat driver combined with Wash talking about how any ship would be lucky to have her as a captain... does that mean that Wash would be jealous of said boat? I mean, I now see Wash glaring at one of those riverine patrol boats with a pout on her face while Gale is off to the side utterly confused at why Wash has such a problem with the boat she used to pilot.
As fun as the shipping is, I really hope he says no. That seems like one of the worst ways to start a marriage.
She loves his daughter, but they don't really know each other, so she proposes after a failed first date? Eesh.
- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
To be fair, they've had a lot of opportunities to get fairly close- though not intimately close.
Ari's fundamental problem is that she's... kind of an alien, in terms of how she works and how human beings work. Jersey has the same problem, as does Wash (to a lesser degree).
The awkwardness (comical or otherwise) resulting from shipgirls just not getting how normal human courtship works, even if they understand some of the details and sincerely do love the people they're trying to court, is definitely a recurring theme in Belated Battleships.
Ari's fundamental problem is that she's... kind of an alien, in terms of how she works and how human beings work. Jersey has the same problem, as does Wash (to a lesser degree).
The awkwardness (comical or otherwise) resulting from shipgirls just not getting how normal human courtship works, even if they understand some of the details and sincerely do love the people they're trying to court, is definitely a recurring theme in Belated Battleships.
Dirtnap
Kanmusu Affecionado
Not exactly. Remember that Vestal, in no uncertain terms, told Crowning to put a bun in J's oven. So that at least implies, when they're girls, they're girls.
Burning Baron
This position needs more entrenching.
- Location
- In here, not out there.
So, nothing to add to this conversation, but I saw this picture, and learned something from my dad. Say hello, Iowa.
Take a look at the bow, or front. Notice the wake there. Six feet. She just moved six feet to the side, because she fired. Directly sideways. That is all.
Take a look at the bow, or front. Notice the wake there. Six feet. She just moved six feet to the side, because she fired. Directly sideways. That is all.
- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
I have often heard it said that the "jump sideways" thing is an optical illusion, but I do not know what to think about it.
[sighs]
I'm talking about the psychology, not the physiology. They're aliens in the sense that their minds don't work like normal people.
Insofar as Vestal is different it's because she's a doctor ship; it's her job to know how everything works.
[sighs]
I'm talking about the psychology, not the physiology. They're aliens in the sense that their minds don't work like normal people.
Insofar as Vestal is different it's because she's a doctor ship; it's her job to know how everything works.
Burning Baron
This position needs more entrenching.
- Location
- In here, not out there.
And confound everyone with terminology we don't understand, then dumb it down. So, there you go.
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
Anyways... in thanks for the number of quick updates...
