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Belated Battleships (KanColle) [REHOST]

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theJMPer said:
Jersey: Hell yeah! She might not have abs like mine, but they're still pretty nice. And that rack! Mmm! It's like... boobs shouldn't be that massive and that damn perky at the same time, but hers are. And of course she flaunts around with them all on display like that... You better not tell that bitch I said any of that, though.
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So you do think she looks delicious. So how would you like to have a... taste? /innocent not really, max lewd.

After words have been had about such things as that torpedo jab. That one was not kosher.

theJMPer said:
Jersey: Wouldn't you be? LOOK AT HER TITTIES!
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theJMPer said:
Jersey: Might as fucking well be. Have you seen that girl's rack? Like... bam, I'm actually with Johnston on this one. And no, I'm not jealous, fuck you.
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Do at least try to keep your story straight, Jersey.
 
So, someone wanted me to write something for the spaceshipgirls/spaceshipboys thing... enjoy the feels:
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The morning chorus of birds drifted in through the open window as dawn lent a soft glow to everything in the room. On the bed in the room, two bodies laid under the covers. The male of the couple was still in the realm of Morpheus still as the female half simply watched. With an enraptured expression on her face, Kongou gently traced her fingers across the face of what she considered to be the love of her existence. Even after everything, it still felt like it couldn't be real, that her husband had not returned to her.

Having noticed that he had woke up, she blinked back the tears in her eyes. "For more then a century you've been gone, Teitoku. Every night I've dreamed of this, of waking up in your warm arms and each morning I would awake in this cold bed, bereft of the warmth you gave me... Please..." Laying her head on his chest, Kongou tightly shut her eyes. "Please tell me that you're real. That you're back, Teitoku. That none of this is a dream again."

Gently, Goto took her fingers and held them in his hand before he kissed them. "If this is a dream, Kongou, then both of us must be sharing it." Placing her fingers down, he leaned down and pressed his nose to her hair and took a deep breath. "The dream that both of us have dreamt of."

With a radiant smile, Kongou slowly tilted her head back. "But it's not a dream. You're really here, Tei-to-ku."

A deep chuckle escaped from Goto as he stared down into the eyes that he had grown to love before leaning down and kissing her forehead. "Yes, I am. Today." He kissed one eye. "Tomorrow." Kissed the other eye. "And every day here after and on to eternity."

One last kiss, this time to the lips, and Kongou smiled even brighter. "That sounds like the eternity that I can look forward to." Reaching out as she laid her head in the crook of her neck, she pretended not to notice the bemused expression on Goto's face as she took his hand in hers and began to play with the fingers. "An eternity of burning love warming us both."
 
theJMPer said:
Admiral Goto reacted almost on instinct, his tone shifting from the long-suffering-Admiral's monotone to a more guarded, calculated PR dialect. "Sorting Musashi would be politically untenable,"
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Fo' shame, and in the second paragraph too? Think that was supposed to be "sortieing". Unless Goto really just doesn't want to categorize and organize Musashi, which...would be pretty reasonable too.
 
Harry Leferts said:
So, someone wanted me to write something for the spaceshipgirls/spaceshipboys thing... enjoy the feels:
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The morning chorus of birds drifted in through the open window as dawn lent a soft glow to everything in the room. On the bed in the room, two bodies laid under the covers. The male of the couple was still in the realm of Morpheus still as the female half simply watched. With an enraptured expression on her face, Kongou gently traced her fingers across the face of what she considered to be the love of her existence. Even after everything, it still felt like it couldn't be real, that her husband had not returned to her.

Having noticed that he had woke up, she blinked back the tears in her eyes. "For more then a century you've been gone, Teitoku. Every night I've dreamed of this, of waking up in your warm arms and each morning I would awake in this cold bed, bereft of the warmth you gave me... Please..." Laying her head on his chest, Kongou tightly shut her eyes. "Please tell me that you're real. That you're back, Teitoku. That none of this is a dream again."

Gently, Goto took her fingers and held them in his hand before he kissed them. "If this is a dream, Kongou, then both of us must be sharing it." Placing her fingers down, he leaned down and pressed his nose to her hair and took a deep breath. "The dream that both of us have dreamt of."

With a radiant smile, Kongou slowly tilted her head back. "But it's not a dream. You're really here, Tei-to-ku."

A deep chuckle escaped from Goto as he stared down into the eyes that he had grown to love before leaning down and kissing her forehead. "Yes, I am. Today." He kissed one eye. "Tomorrow." Kissed the other eye. "And every day here after and on to eternity."

One last kiss, this time to the lips, and Kongou smiled even brighter. "That sounds like the eternity that I can look forward to." Reaching out as she laid her head in the crook of her neck, she pretended not to notice the bemused expression on Goto's face as she took his hand in hers and began to play with the fingers. "An eternity of burning love warming us both."
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D'aww... That's so sweet. Such warm and fuzzy feels. It makes you just smile and feel good. :)
 
Double post because I am a terrible person who does terrible things to his ships.

Okay, here it is. She was the most difficult one to write, partly because she's still being fleshed out in-story and partly because it kept turning into the other ones...

Mistletoe Shenanigans
A mischievous chuckle drew his attention to Jane seated back at the table.

"Hehe... Daddy, look up."

And he did.

And there, hanging above the doorframe, was a sprig of mistletoe.

Silence hung in the air as the individual with whom Richardson had collided stood there, stoic and unmoving. Even Jane's mischievous cheer seemed to have stilled as Mutsu stared at the pair beneath the decoration with a growing apprehension.

Arizona cast a flat gaze upon Richardson with her steel grey eyes. Did they expect her to go through with this? Yes, the evening had been fun. Immensely fun in all actuality. The dinner had been scrumptious, apparent violation of physical laws notwithstanding. The company had been wonderful and sitting next to Jane had been a real treat.

Yes, she would admit it. She was developing a bit of a soft spot for the admiral's daughter. It was hard not to in all honesty. Even accounting for the pranking the girl was fond of.

But that was neither here nor there.

What Battleship Arizona was now facing was something she did not ever expect herself to encounter. Per the holiday tradition of being caught beneath the mistletoe, she and her admiral were now expected to exchange a kiss. What sort of kiss was less important to her than the clear and present violation of general orders dictating fraternization as she so understood them. So why exactly had this been arranged, and accepted by, not only Admiral Richardson but apparently his fleet as well?

Why did she have to kiss Admiral Richardson? And in front of others as well?

"She's blushing. She's totally blushing isn't she." Hiei's voice had a tone of barely contained excitement and mischief to which Jintsuu nodded in agreement.

"She is. And she's turning almost as red as her hair~" Mutsu didn't even bother trying to contain her mirth. Where she had been worried that things might take a turn for the worse with the prudish warship, she was now waiting for the fireworks to begin. Though a part of her was rather disappointed it wasn't her under the bough.

"So..." Richardson began awkwardly. It wasn't as if he didn't want to share an impromptu holiday kiss with Arizona. He would be one of the first to admit the redhead was beautiful. But he also had a firm attachment to living.

"I-Is this a-an order, sir?" Arizona was not nervous. She was absolutely not blushing as the others seemed to so readily accuse her of. And she most certainly was not trembling or imagining what it would be like.

"Not unless you want it to be." He removed his hands from Arizona's powerful frame and crossed his arms. "But unfortunately, I'm not enough of a scumbag to order one of my ships to kiss someone they don't want to."

"I-I was under the impression that fraternization between officers w-was prohibited. This falls under that category." She slowly reached out towards Richardson, not entirely conscious of what her hands were doing. She knew it was a violation. She knew it was improper, especially for a battleship like herself. But...

"Arizona, unless I say otherwise, there is a lot of leeway in what is permitted between a ship and a person. Even all the way up to my level. I'll even show you the order I put out on it if you want." He raised his hand to pat the totally-not-trembling dreadnought on the head. "Besides, this is just a fun little holiday tradition that some people are having too much fun with." He shot an ire laden glare at the rest of the room. Much to his growing irritation, only Jintsuu seemed to have gotten the hint and had had at least had the decency to look abashed.

Mutsu, Hiei, and Jane simply looked like the cat that caught the canary. Goddamnit.

"Very well." Arizona stepped forward and grasped the front of Richardson's shirt in a surprisingly light grim. She was still plainly nervous, but at the same time his words appeared to have calmed her. She had read far too into this. Making a mountain out of a molehill.

"Is she going to do it?" Jane's stage whisper caused Arizona to tense for a moment.

"Hush and let her decide." Mutsu's gentle rebuke silenced the girl along with the rest of the room.

Richardson lowered his hand as Arizona's once steely eyes now turned warm, making the blush on her cheeks appear more rosy than furious. She took a deep breath and held it for a few moments before releasing it along with a goodly amount of her nerves.

"Admiral, please hug me." If she was to go through with this, she would not place her lips upon a statue.

He acquiesced to her request and wrapped his arms around Arizona, pulling her in close.

Arizona leaned in and, after a brief moment of hesitation, kissed Richardson gently. It was neither fiery nor deep. But it was not so innocent either. It merely... was an honest kiss from a battleship to her admiral.

When she pulled away, even Richardson seemed to have been rendered speechless.

"Merry Christmas, Admiral."

And Arizona smiled.

And if you really want to know which one is canon, then...
Richardson: Goto-sempai... I...
Goto: Hush, kouhai. Leave everything to me.
 
San Fran : One day, I'll find a use for this!

... A ten mission-kill match in Warships, perhaps? I've come close; my highest was seven and 220k damage, but that was Tier 5 and I felt like a dirty seal-clubber ever since (even though the Omaha-ha-ha was the only T5 ship I had... hm...).

 
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Icywinter said:
San Fran : One day, I'll find a use for this!

... A ten mission-kill match in Warships, perhaps? I've come close; my highest was seven and 220k damage, but that was Tier 5 and I felt like a dirty seal-clubber ever since (even though the Omaha-ha-ha was the only T5 ship I had... hm...).

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You stay out of my tiers! My poor New Mexico (Tier 6 but barely different) has a hard enough time as it is.
 
Selonianth said:
You stay out of my tiers! My poor New Mexico (Tier 6 but barely different) has a hard enough time as it is.
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San Fran : You don't have to worry about anything, you know, I promise I'll be gentle~

But seriously, I'm using my Baltimore-class, so you don't have to worry about me sucker-punching you with my cruisers at all, unless you're deliberately uptiering yourself.
 
Icywinter said:
San Fran : You don't have to worry about anything, you know, I promise I'll be gentle~

But seriously, I'm using my Baltimore-class, so you don't have to worry about me sucker-punching you with my cruisers at all, unless you're deliberately uptiering yourself.
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I don't think I've even seen a Baltimore, even in my Atlanta.
 
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