obssesednuker
Commander of 10 Million Men
- Location
- In the Kremlin, activating Perimtr.
To do that we just have to pair up Atago with a young enterprising naval officer.
It's the closest you guys have managed to come, yeah...
Belated Battleships (KanColle) [REHOST]
- Thread starter theJMPer
- Start date
It's the closest you guys have managed to come, yeah...
Genetically engineered catgirls for domestic use.
- Location
- 'Murica
Under normal circumstances, the sight of Kongou sitting behind a desk cheerily brewing tea would be no cause for concern.
Okay, that was a lie. The cheerful British-built battleship's presence was always cause for concern. She had a knack for showing up when trouble was about to boil over and defusing it all with warm scones and delicious tea. But when the battleship wasn't running around like a crazy woman—which she arguably was—putting out fires and stopping problems, she was busy creating new and interesting problems.
She tried her best, she really did. Goto didn't know how he'd have kept the fleet together without here, especially in the early days. Having Ooyodo around to help only marginally improved the situation. The cranky command cruiser was a genius at logistics, but she was a tightly-wound ball of stress and nerves who knew nothing but spreadsheets and rage. She couldn't match Kongou's heart if she tried.
But… for all her well-meaning effort, the old battlewagon had caused her share of problems. Goto couldn't help but be wary when he saw her sitting quietly behind his desk.
Only that wasn't the reason he was so concerned. His heart rate was spiking into the quadruple-digits because of her outfit.
The battleship wore her usual radar headband, but she'd accessorized with a floppy Christmas hat and some thick red-green ribbons. That was an exhaustive list of the old warship's attire. How she wasn't chafing like mad was beyond Goto.
"Oh!" Kongou smiled and batted her eyelashes at Goto. "Tei-to-Kuuuu~" She trailed off with a blown kiss launched in Goto's general direction.
"Uh…" Goto sighed and cradled his head in his hands. If she really thought this display of skin would get to him… he worked with Nagato for crying out loud.
"It's time to open," Kongou tried to cross her sinewy battlecruiser's legs in a sultry manner, but the wince in her delicate English features told Goto that ribbon chafed more than she let on. "Your Pah-RESENTS!"
Goto shook his head. "Kongou, Christmas was yesterday."
"Then," Kongou giggled without missing a beat. "your gift's three hundred and sixty-four days early!"
Goto glanced around the room, purposely keeping his eyes from drifting anywhere near Kongou's Christmasy bandages. "I don't see any presents," he deadpanned.
Kongou pouted. "Are you suuuuure~"
Goto sighed in resignation. "You're the present."
"Dess!" Kongou golf-clapped with a smile that could scorch paint from twenty paces. "Aren't you going to unwrap me?"
Goto grabbed the office chair—his office chair—that Kongou had planted herself in and pushed her out of the way. Which was easier said than done, Kongou might look like a lithe, athletic young girl, but she was enormously heavy. And she'd dug both her heels in like anchors, which might've been a more significant factor. "Kongou, I have work to do."
"B-but…" Kongou's face had lost a shade of its cheery radiance. "Teitoku, presents!"
Goto grabbed one of the folding chairs he kept in his office for just such an occurrence and set it up before the overflowing altar to the gods of paperwork and requisitions that was his desk. He didn't even glance at the pouting battleship as he settled his glasses on his nose and read though the uppermost form. "Another time, Kongou."
"But…" Kongou wheeled her chair over with a screech of battered wheels. "Teitoku…" her voice was barely more than a whisper as she draped herself over her beloved Admiral.
Goto couldn't find it in himself to ask her to stop. The battleship was warm and soft and smelled faintly of fresh buttered scones. And for all the trouble she caused him, she more than paid it back in trouble she averted for him. And he'd be lying if he said she wasn't cute.
"Teitoku," Kongou nuzzled her admiral with her slender nose. "I know I don't look it, but I'm getting old."
"I thought kanmusu don't age," said Goto as he filled out one of Ooyodo's requisition forms. Exactly why she needed a "Viennese triple-extraction apparatus" was beyond him, but he'd learned long ago never to question his constantly-exasperated logistics officer.
"Well…" Kongou trailed off, her ribbons creasing as she shifted position. "We don't… but still! I'm really old!" She pounded her foot into the floor with a pout.
"I can tell," chuckled Goto.
"I'm really old," said Kongou, "And I want babies, Dess!""
Goto stopped, and slowly put his pen down. "Kongou," He glanced over at the battleship, his gaze briefly dipping to her tightly-muscled belly. He'd be lying if he said he'd never pictured her with a little bun or two on the slipways. Or in a wedding gown for that matter. But, "We've got a war to win."
Kongou pursed her lips, her features suddenly looking far older and wiser than her usual schoolgirl glee. "Right," she nodded. "And after that… I've a heart to win!"
Goto chuckled. "One thing at a time, Kongou."
Kongou bolted to her feet, too enraptured with her own prepared monologue to deviate from her chosen course. "We will fight them on the seas, dess!" she boasted in a remarkably good Churchill impression that still sounded distinctly of kooky Japanese girl. "We will defeat them with burning gunfire, Dess!"
"Here we go," Goto smiled at her.
"Then," Kongou pivoted on her heel to square off against her Admiral. "I will fight you in the sheets, Dess! And I will show you my BURNING LOVE, Dess!"
Goto smiled a bit wider. "Until that day, Kongou. But…" he motioned to the piles of paper swamping his desk.
"Right!" Kongou wheeled towards the door. "Battleship Kongou, heading out!"
The fast-battleship stormed though the door, only to run into Ashiagara doubled-over a requisition form. The heavy cruiser glanced over the battleship's ribbons and shook her head. "Even I think that's desperate."
Kongou just smirked in the Hungry Wolf's general direction.
"Hey, Kongou?" Ashigara grabbed for the passing battleship's arm. "How do you spell 'Aphrodisiac'?"
Kongou blinked. "I do not want to know, Dess."
"Somethin' Somethin' Somethin' Somethin' Mushroom! Mushroom!" Akron giggled to herself as she sung. She forgot the name of the song… and some of the words… but she knew that Chief Halley had shown her it before she shipped out. And she liked Chief Halley, ergo she liked the song.
She should really buy him something. He'd been so nice to her ever since she got back, and he'd shown her so many cool things the FUTURE (Well, the present to him. But to her it was the FUTURE, and she refused to be convinced otherwise) had to offer. She would have given him something for Christmas, but she was on patrol all week, and she'd burned all her leave time setting up decorations.
Most of which were still there, like those lights she'd strung up along the rooftops. They were pretty, and she could even see them from the air.
"He he," Akron giggled as a breeze hit her broadside on. Apparently she as going south now. She didn't really mind, she didn't have anyplace to be. Besides, the base looked so pretty with everything covered in snow. It was like walking though a storybook.
The pudgy carrier felt something soft and furry nuzzle against her head. One of the K-types! Akron loved her K-types, they were so soft and furry and made her happy whenever she could snuggle them.
"Heyyyy!" Akron grabbed the lazily drifting cat by the scruff of its fat neck and gently tugged it down into her arms. "Who's a good kitty?" Akron turned the cat over and shoved her face into its's soft silvery belly fur. "Whuzaghdkhtteh" she cooed into its tummy.
The cat purred and tried to nuzzle the carrier with its cold nose.
Akron giggled and pulled away. "You are!" She said, fishing the name tag on its collar out from a mountain of fluffy fur, "K-twenty-seven! Yes you a—" The carrier stopped and her ears twitched upright. Not the soft pink people-ears on the sides of her head, but the silvery cat-ears perched on the top of her equally silver hair.
Akron wasn't quite sure why she had cat ears, but she rather liked they way they looked on her and Macon, so she wasn't going to complain. Besides, they gave her very good hearing, which made it easy to tell when someone was sneaking up on her.
"Elly?" Akron perked up. The little DE's diesel-electric drive made a very distinct noise that none of the other girls quite matched. And her stifled giggles were even more distinctive.
"Dangit!" Elly crossed her little arms with a pout.
"One of these days, Elly," Akron let K-27 float out of her arms and spun on her heel to face the destroyer-escort. She overestimated the angle though, and ended up spinning a good twenty degrees too far. Oh well, easy enough to fix. "One of these days you'll sneak up on me. But not today!"
Elly pouted. "Imma figure out how to sneak up on you! Just you wait!"
Akron giggled as the little escort's breath curled from her adorable little face. The carrier counted herself exceptionally fortunate to assigned to an escort fleet. There were so many cute ships! She just wanted to hug them all! "Maaaybe~" she teased.
Elly sighed. "Um… I got you something."
"Hmm?" Akron's ears pivoted over a hair before her body followed suit. "You have my full and undivided attention."
Elly giggled, and stood on her tiptoes to pet the bigger carrier's perky cat-ears. "You're so funny when you do that."
Akron put on a face of pure pathetic hurt, and slowly put one hand on Elly's arm with a quiet mew.
"Uh," Elly settled back on her feet. "It's from all of us DEs. We, uh… yeah." She trailed off into a sage nod.
"Oh, I can't wait!" Akron clapped her hands together eagerly.
"I hope you like it," Elly blushed and handed the airborne carrier a gift-wrapped box roughly the size of her head.
"A box!" Akron beamed as she took the present and cradled it against her ample bosom. "Thank you!"
Elly stifled a giggle with the end of her overlong sleeve. "Um… there's something inside it."
Akron blinked. "I knew that." She blushed and tore at the wrapping paper like the large cat that she was. Before long, the paper was torn to shred small enough to waft away in the breeze, and the airship was left holding a box with a smaller box taped onto it.
"Cat ear headphones!" Akron hurriedly tore the black-blue accessories from their box and settled them on her head.
"Mmhm," Elly nodded. "That way… you know… you can listen with both?"
"I love it!" Akron swooped down to give the little DE a soft hug. "Thank you!"
Elly blushed and pried herself out of Akron's chest. "An', uh… the iPod has a bunch of songs on it for you. Me an' the girls asked around for stuff you might like."
"Aww…" Akron blushed in return. "That's so thoughtful! You girls are the best!"
Elly scuffed her foot in the snow. "Aww… merry Christmas, Akron."
"Merry Christmas, Elly!" Akron smiled and wrung the empty box between her hands. Then she kept gently squishing it. Then her gaze drifted down into its cardboard depths.
"You can keep the box if you want," giggled Elly.
"Yay!" Akron beamed and promptly shoved the box over her head like a makeshift helmet.
Okay, that was a lie. The cheerful British-built battleship's presence was always cause for concern. She had a knack for showing up when trouble was about to boil over and defusing it all with warm scones and delicious tea. But when the battleship wasn't running around like a crazy woman—which she arguably was—putting out fires and stopping problems, she was busy creating new and interesting problems.
She tried her best, she really did. Goto didn't know how he'd have kept the fleet together without here, especially in the early days. Having Ooyodo around to help only marginally improved the situation. The cranky command cruiser was a genius at logistics, but she was a tightly-wound ball of stress and nerves who knew nothing but spreadsheets and rage. She couldn't match Kongou's heart if she tried.
But… for all her well-meaning effort, the old battlewagon had caused her share of problems. Goto couldn't help but be wary when he saw her sitting quietly behind his desk.
Only that wasn't the reason he was so concerned. His heart rate was spiking into the quadruple-digits because of her outfit.
The battleship wore her usual radar headband, but she'd accessorized with a floppy Christmas hat and some thick red-green ribbons. That was an exhaustive list of the old warship's attire. How she wasn't chafing like mad was beyond Goto.
"Oh!" Kongou smiled and batted her eyelashes at Goto. "Tei-to-Kuuuu~" She trailed off with a blown kiss launched in Goto's general direction.
"Uh…" Goto sighed and cradled his head in his hands. If she really thought this display of skin would get to him… he worked with Nagato for crying out loud.
"It's time to open," Kongou tried to cross her sinewy battlecruiser's legs in a sultry manner, but the wince in her delicate English features told Goto that ribbon chafed more than she let on. "Your Pah-RESENTS!"
Goto shook his head. "Kongou, Christmas was yesterday."
"Then," Kongou giggled without missing a beat. "your gift's three hundred and sixty-four days early!"
Goto glanced around the room, purposely keeping his eyes from drifting anywhere near Kongou's Christmasy bandages. "I don't see any presents," he deadpanned.
Kongou pouted. "Are you suuuuure~"
Goto sighed in resignation. "You're the present."
"Dess!" Kongou golf-clapped with a smile that could scorch paint from twenty paces. "Aren't you going to unwrap me?"
Goto grabbed the office chair—his office chair—that Kongou had planted herself in and pushed her out of the way. Which was easier said than done, Kongou might look like a lithe, athletic young girl, but she was enormously heavy. And she'd dug both her heels in like anchors, which might've been a more significant factor. "Kongou, I have work to do."
"B-but…" Kongou's face had lost a shade of its cheery radiance. "Teitoku, presents!"
Goto grabbed one of the folding chairs he kept in his office for just such an occurrence and set it up before the overflowing altar to the gods of paperwork and requisitions that was his desk. He didn't even glance at the pouting battleship as he settled his glasses on his nose and read though the uppermost form. "Another time, Kongou."
"But…" Kongou wheeled her chair over with a screech of battered wheels. "Teitoku…" her voice was barely more than a whisper as she draped herself over her beloved Admiral.
Goto couldn't find it in himself to ask her to stop. The battleship was warm and soft and smelled faintly of fresh buttered scones. And for all the trouble she caused him, she more than paid it back in trouble she averted for him. And he'd be lying if he said she wasn't cute.
"Teitoku," Kongou nuzzled her admiral with her slender nose. "I know I don't look it, but I'm getting old."
"I thought kanmusu don't age," said Goto as he filled out one of Ooyodo's requisition forms. Exactly why she needed a "Viennese triple-extraction apparatus" was beyond him, but he'd learned long ago never to question his constantly-exasperated logistics officer.
"Well…" Kongou trailed off, her ribbons creasing as she shifted position. "We don't… but still! I'm really old!" She pounded her foot into the floor with a pout.
"I can tell," chuckled Goto.
"I'm really old," said Kongou, "And I want babies, Dess!""
Goto stopped, and slowly put his pen down. "Kongou," He glanced over at the battleship, his gaze briefly dipping to her tightly-muscled belly. He'd be lying if he said he'd never pictured her with a little bun or two on the slipways. Or in a wedding gown for that matter. But, "We've got a war to win."
Kongou pursed her lips, her features suddenly looking far older and wiser than her usual schoolgirl glee. "Right," she nodded. "And after that… I've a heart to win!"
Goto chuckled. "One thing at a time, Kongou."
Kongou bolted to her feet, too enraptured with her own prepared monologue to deviate from her chosen course. "We will fight them on the seas, dess!" she boasted in a remarkably good Churchill impression that still sounded distinctly of kooky Japanese girl. "We will defeat them with burning gunfire, Dess!"
"Here we go," Goto smiled at her.
"Then," Kongou pivoted on her heel to square off against her Admiral. "I will fight you in the sheets, Dess! And I will show you my BURNING LOVE, Dess!"
Goto smiled a bit wider. "Until that day, Kongou. But…" he motioned to the piles of paper swamping his desk.
"Right!" Kongou wheeled towards the door. "Battleship Kongou, heading out!"
The fast-battleship stormed though the door, only to run into Ashiagara doubled-over a requisition form. The heavy cruiser glanced over the battleship's ribbons and shook her head. "Even I think that's desperate."
Kongou just smirked in the Hungry Wolf's general direction.
"Hey, Kongou?" Ashigara grabbed for the passing battleship's arm. "How do you spell 'Aphrodisiac'?"
Kongou blinked. "I do not want to know, Dess."
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"Somethin' Somethin' Somethin' Somethin' Mushroom! Mushroom!" Akron giggled to herself as she sung. She forgot the name of the song… and some of the words… but she knew that Chief Halley had shown her it before she shipped out. And she liked Chief Halley, ergo she liked the song.
She should really buy him something. He'd been so nice to her ever since she got back, and he'd shown her so many cool things the FUTURE (Well, the present to him. But to her it was the FUTURE, and she refused to be convinced otherwise) had to offer. She would have given him something for Christmas, but she was on patrol all week, and she'd burned all her leave time setting up decorations.
Most of which were still there, like those lights she'd strung up along the rooftops. They were pretty, and she could even see them from the air.
"He he," Akron giggled as a breeze hit her broadside on. Apparently she as going south now. She didn't really mind, she didn't have anyplace to be. Besides, the base looked so pretty with everything covered in snow. It was like walking though a storybook.
The pudgy carrier felt something soft and furry nuzzle against her head. One of the K-types! Akron loved her K-types, they were so soft and furry and made her happy whenever she could snuggle them.
"Heyyyy!" Akron grabbed the lazily drifting cat by the scruff of its fat neck and gently tugged it down into her arms. "Who's a good kitty?" Akron turned the cat over and shoved her face into its's soft silvery belly fur. "Whuzaghdkhtteh" she cooed into its tummy.
The cat purred and tried to nuzzle the carrier with its cold nose.
Akron giggled and pulled away. "You are!" She said, fishing the name tag on its collar out from a mountain of fluffy fur, "K-twenty-seven! Yes you a—" The carrier stopped and her ears twitched upright. Not the soft pink people-ears on the sides of her head, but the silvery cat-ears perched on the top of her equally silver hair.
Akron wasn't quite sure why she had cat ears, but she rather liked they way they looked on her and Macon, so she wasn't going to complain. Besides, they gave her very good hearing, which made it easy to tell when someone was sneaking up on her.
"Elly?" Akron perked up. The little DE's diesel-electric drive made a very distinct noise that none of the other girls quite matched. And her stifled giggles were even more distinctive.
"Dangit!" Elly crossed her little arms with a pout.
"One of these days, Elly," Akron let K-27 float out of her arms and spun on her heel to face the destroyer-escort. She overestimated the angle though, and ended up spinning a good twenty degrees too far. Oh well, easy enough to fix. "One of these days you'll sneak up on me. But not today!"
Elly pouted. "Imma figure out how to sneak up on you! Just you wait!"
Akron giggled as the little escort's breath curled from her adorable little face. The carrier counted herself exceptionally fortunate to assigned to an escort fleet. There were so many cute ships! She just wanted to hug them all! "Maaaybe~" she teased.
Elly sighed. "Um… I got you something."
"Hmm?" Akron's ears pivoted over a hair before her body followed suit. "You have my full and undivided attention."
Elly giggled, and stood on her tiptoes to pet the bigger carrier's perky cat-ears. "You're so funny when you do that."
Akron put on a face of pure pathetic hurt, and slowly put one hand on Elly's arm with a quiet mew.
"Uh," Elly settled back on her feet. "It's from all of us DEs. We, uh… yeah." She trailed off into a sage nod.
"Oh, I can't wait!" Akron clapped her hands together eagerly.
"I hope you like it," Elly blushed and handed the airborne carrier a gift-wrapped box roughly the size of her head.
"A box!" Akron beamed as she took the present and cradled it against her ample bosom. "Thank you!"
Elly stifled a giggle with the end of her overlong sleeve. "Um… there's something inside it."
Akron blinked. "I knew that." She blushed and tore at the wrapping paper like the large cat that she was. Before long, the paper was torn to shred small enough to waft away in the breeze, and the airship was left holding a box with a smaller box taped onto it.
"Cat ear headphones!" Akron hurriedly tore the black-blue accessories from their box and settled them on her head.
"Mmhm," Elly nodded. "That way… you know… you can listen with both?"
"I love it!" Akron swooped down to give the little DE a soft hug. "Thank you!"
Elly blushed and pried herself out of Akron's chest. "An', uh… the iPod has a bunch of songs on it for you. Me an' the girls asked around for stuff you might like."
"Aww…" Akron blushed in return. "That's so thoughtful! You girls are the best!"
Elly scuffed her foot in the snow. "Aww… merry Christmas, Akron."
"Merry Christmas, Elly!" Akron smiled and wrung the empty box between her hands. Then she kept gently squishing it. Then her gaze drifted down into its cardboard depths.
"You can keep the box if you want," giggled Elly.
"Yay!" Akron beamed and promptly shoved the box over her head like a makeshift helmet.
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CompassJimbo
Where’s Your North?
- Location
- The former Rubber Capital of the World
Best CA showed up. And it appears that she's taken interesting measures to ensure VICTORY on her hunts. Just great. I can smell them from here...
Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
Akron?
*googles*
*sees title*
Oh you have to be kidding me, she's an airship! What is this?
So a measly four fighters, obsolete and undergunned to boot, is what makes her a girl?
You know what, fuck it. Just... fuck it. It's not worth getting mad over. It's just a one-off, we'll probably never see or hear from this thing again, I can just pretend it doesn't exist.
Ha. Ha. Ha.
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
... Akron and Macon have been around for a long, long while though...
- Location
- 'Murica
She's been around for a while. She spotted Abyssara a while back.
One-off? She's been around for a while...
And she's a catgirl because she's an airship (and blimps have been established to be cats.) And someone on SB drew her and her sister with cat ears, and it was too adorable not to use.
Adorable image
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Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
*plugs ears*
*assumes blindfold*
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
Nah, Akron and Macon wear pants thankfully.
- Location
- Over the hill and far away
...Akron's been in a number of chapters. She's also adorable. Why so much hate?
Also, considering she was 785 feet long and had a crew of 60, she was very definitely a ship by any reasonable measure.
Also, considering she was 785 feet long and had a crew of 60, she was very definitely a ship by any reasonable measure.
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- Location
- 'Murica
...I am confusion.
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
Fixed that for you.
- Location
- Over the hill and far away
7734
Trust and verify.
- Location
- Philmont
We need proof! Metal leggings and some props do not count as pants! More importantly, we must keep them away from Castle Barrin!
Skywalker_T-65
Writer with too many ideas.
- Location
- United States
- Pronouns
- Plural/They/He/Her
I thought the logic was because they were actually (technically) commissioned ships. I mean, USS Akron and USS Macon.
Technically speaking, they are USN (air)ships. So theoretically they can come back, depending on one's headcanon and rule set. Not everyone will agree on that one though just like not everyone agrees on what PT-boats or Coast Guard Cutters would be.
Also this said:
Technically speaking, they are USN (air)ships. So theoretically they can come back, depending on one's headcanon and rule set. Not everyone will agree on that one though just like not everyone agrees on what PT-boats or Coast Guard Cutters would be.
Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
Don't like them. Insufficient comedic originality to be breaking the rules over.
Also:
This is not the first time I have expressed displeasure over them.
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By that definition, so are the K-class, and yet those are cats.
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- Location
- 'Murica
K-types were never commissioned into the navy. They were just ordered in batches like PT-boats or airplanes. Akron and Maccon were fully commissioned ships of the USN. They just happened to also fly.
Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
PT Boats got commissioned. They just got commissioned entire squadrons at once, the bureaucratic and symbolic elements were otherwise identical. But they, and transport ships for that matter, are not allowed back in any form.
Additionally, have photos of K-class blimps being similarly commissioned. As a whole unit, but with pomp, circumstance, and bureaucratic record.
So your logic seems rather thin to me.
- Location
- 'Murica
That's exactly what I'm saying. PT-boats and K-type blimps didn't get commissioned individually, so they don't get to be full-fledged girls. (And where are you getting "PT-boats are not allowed back in any form" from?)
Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
OK, let's say I buy that. That still doesn't change the fact their scenes are nothing but cliche 'catgirl act like a cat' jokes.
I thought the 'non-Abyssal' there was implied.
Farmerbob1
Rest in Peace
- Location
- Atlanta-ish
There is a reason why cat videos have been popular for as long as videos have been possible, even before the internet.
If you are really, truly feeling upset because a long-running feels/comedy fic isn't conforming to your expectations, then you really should examine your priorities.
- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
My views can be summarized in six words.
Poor Goto. Poor Kongou. Yay Akron!
[Wanders off, speculating on possible connection between the veneration of Togo in Japanese naval tradition and the admiralsexuality of certain IJN shipgirls...]
Poor Goto. Poor Kongou. Yay Akron!
[Wanders off, speculating on possible connection between the veneration of Togo in Japanese naval tradition and the admiralsexuality of certain IJN shipgirls...]
YuffieK
(Verified Ninja Princess)
And now, for some reason, I want to see a half dozen PT-boats come back as Huskies, fluffy ones like this:
HolyDragoon
Call Gespenst!
- Location
- Portugal
Corgies, again? At least one could be original and get Dachshunds. At least they have an origin as hunting dogs that went to their prey's nests.
Wait, wouldn't that make them sub hunters?
Wait, wouldn't that make them sub hunters?