- Location
- Mi
Which, in my mind, is a much better dynamic in friendly rivals than partners in a romantic relationship. I'd be all for a New Sashi "bromance", and an actual relationship I don't know.
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Belated Battleships (KanColle) [REHOST]
- Thread starter theJMPer
- Start date
B-baka!
Frustrated Art
- Location
- Some town in the Philippines
The thread is going bonkers again.
@Skywalker_T-65, quick send a distraction!
@Skywalker_T-65, quick send a distraction!
Omake: 'laska and 'tago a purely platonic
7734
Trust and verify.
- Location
- Philmont
Ask, and ye shall recieve distractions!
Atago Learns Things - Pastebin.com
Sighing, Atago leaned back in her bed, carefully feeling her extremities get poked and prodded by damage control fairies. The last convoy had hit a tropical storm on the way back, and if there was anything the topheavy cruiser could be said to dislike it was bad weather. She'd nearly lost a bridgewing in the mess, and she *had* lost a floatplane she had sitting on the catapult.
"Hi, 'Tago." Alaska said, smiling as she came in. Atago couldn't really blame her- she was, aside from being more weatherproof, just returned from her trip to Cameron's house. Atago didn't know much, aside from the fact that one of Cameron's mother's friends was a tailor sometimes. It was interesting, what they'd think of sometimes.
"Hey, 'laska." Atago moaned, making a weak hand-flappy. "How was Cameron?"
"Pretty good. He's got tomorrow off, and we're doing good on designing that new swimsuit."
"Ok."
"Atago..." Alaska said, looking at her carefully. "You don't look so good."
"There was a storm. It was bad."
"Oh." Alaska mumbled, sitting on the foot of her bed. "I know a few things for that."
"Tommorow, please?" Atago begged, groaning. "My damage control fairies are yelling at me for everything, and I don't think I can move. Sorry, 'laska."
Alaska nodded, smiling. "I'll make the arrangements."
***
Next morning, Atago groaned as she felt her frames settle. There were still far too many shoring timbers holding her together, and aparently last night one of her boilers had done a barrel roll and puked firebrick all over her engineering spaces. That was gonna be a helluva fix, but it got better when one of her reduction gear casing sprang a leak.
And by better, it was more like very much groaning and having Alaska and Cameron help her out to Cameron's Grand Marquis. As they went out to the State park that wasn't too terribly far, Alaska made questioning noises towards Cameron up in the driver's seat. Atago was just... lying there, occasionally huffing out little puffs of steam as she worked on fixing something. When they got to the park and Cameron grabbed the supplies, Alaska just focused on trying to get Atago onto her back for a piggyback ride there. After about ten minutes of prepping and flailing, a plan was had- Alaska would squat down, Cameron would lean Atago onto the Large Cruiser, and then hold her up so Alaska could lace her fingers together and carry her friend.
One very awkward and almost groping manuvere later, and the trio were on their way. This park was special to Alaska for a very simple reason- it was on a spur of bedrock that managed to get close enough to the surface to have a wetlands on top of it. A little stealthy groundskeeping made sure there were areas for the water to pool and flow, and one in particular was where Alaska was headed. Right off a creek, this pool was oddly deep, and most importantly it was semi-dammed by a fallen tree.
Throw in a couple of hot rocks, and you had yourself a nice little sauna.
When they got there, it was a bit of an operation to get everything set up. Alaska's job, normally gathering the kindling for their fire to heat the rocks, was instead taking care of the very unwell Atago. Getting her settled was tricky, her keel and stiffening bars not wanting to cooperate as she was laid up against a log. Meanwhile, Cameron was lighting the campfire, a little bit of charcoal and dryer lint helping take the edge off of not enough wood. Next up came the tin can they bonked the rocks on to clean the ash off of, and a laying out of the snacks. Well... snacks to them. A box of Rits and two tubs of chicken salad that might make a meal for four might be a meal to some, but when you were packing for a Heavy and Large Cruiser, you didn't skimp on the necessities.
By the time the rocks were warmed up, Alaska was nearly bouncing. Moving over to Atago, she smilled sweetly and ruffled her friend's blonde hair.
"Don't worry, 'Tago. We get you in there, you'll start to feel right as rain soon." Alaska said, stroking her friend's hair. Looking along blearily, Atago looked for Cameron, not seeing the young man anywhere.
"Buh... issa bath." Atago said, crossing her eyes momentarily. What had happened? Her nose hadn't gotten hit- oh wait. Boiler barrel roll. Which got firebrick everywhere. Including up her intakes, which mapped to the nose. Rolling her eyes, she looked at Alaska. "Yuu don' ware clothes inna bath."
"No..." Alaska said, a teasing grin on her face. Helping Atago out of her t-shirt and sweatpants, Alaska polietly turned her head as Atago undid her bra and panties, slipping into the bath. Hissing, the Heavy Cruiser felt the water help lift her, and it helped buoy her in all the right places. Breathing in, Atago gasped, closing her eyes in bliss.
"Is this like one of the baths back home? Hey, my uptakes!"
Alaska laughed, right in Atago's blind spot. Hearing a shuffle, Atago debated opening her eyes and looking, or just feeling the warm feeling of the river sauna. Alaska took that choice from her as she slipped in, smiling like a cheshire cat. Cracking an eye, Atago looked forher division-mate's signature blue-and-white number... only to see nothing except the pale, snow-like skin trailing up to glacier-like eyes.
"It's just like back when we were in Montevideo, alright?" Alaska said, smiling slightly. "We had to share with shower then, remember?"
Atago shuddered, remembering that. A battle with three Panzerschiffes, the low, devilish ships duelling them with more than twice their throw weight fighting against some of the best fire control in the world, optical and radar. It had been a bad one, the both of them trading blows. It had ended with both of them bloodied beyond belief, superstructures ruined from the base-fused SAPs of the Panzerschiffes, the Abyssals to tentative to engage with their precious armor-piercing at ranges the two cruisers could rain shells on them back.
"We were blind, then." Atago muttered, looking at her friend's new leaf.
"Well... yes." Alaska said, blushing. "and I was still a virgin..."
"What?"
"Nothing!"
Sighing, Atago leaned back. "So, then; where's Cameron?"
"Um." Alaska said, blushing heavily. "Well, um... er... I kinda started doing this with him, and, uh... umm... he's..."
"I'm right upstream, not saying anything." Cameron kicked in from up a ways and behind a massively thick fern bank. "Also, Alaska, can you please stop beating around the bush and make sure Atago's okay with me floating in? I think there's a perch ramming my foot."
Alaska smiled awkwardly, and Atago's jaw dropped.
"You- and him- together- baths?!"
"Yes?"
As Atago's brain started freewheeling, Alaska smiled cutely. "I mean, I did need some help with my arms broken..."
"Um. Yes Cameron. You don't mind?"
"No, 'tago. If I can't trust you with him while I'm here, then you're not who I think you are."
"Ok."
As Cameron drifted into the pool from upstream, Atago frantically tried keeping her brain focused on anything except the fact she was naked. In a bath. With her best friend and her boyfriend. Sure, Cameron had been there for her before, back when it was that time and after all the battle damage, but-
-hold on, something felt off. Looking over to her right, Atago noticed something- Alaska was leaning on her, smiling as she curled up on one of her favorite spots in the world. Past that was Cameron, smiling as he held Alaska's hand under the water, stroking the back of her fingers gently as he looked on at the two of them. And when he smiled, it warmed Atago's heart. Cameron wasn't looking at her, no- he was looking at Alaska's lithe, catlike figure holding hers, taking her for comfort and a friend. It warmed the heavy cruiser's heart to know her friend was so loved- and moments later, as Alaska squeezed Cameron's hand to get another hot stone added to the center of the pool, it warmed her everything else too.
Atago Learns Things - Pastebin.com
Sighing, Atago leaned back in her bed, carefully feeling her extremities get poked and prodded by damage control fairies. The last convoy had hit a tropical storm on the way back, and if there was anything the topheavy cruiser could be said to dislike it was bad weather. She'd nearly lost a bridgewing in the mess, and she *had* lost a floatplane she had sitting on the catapult.
"Hi, 'Tago." Alaska said, smiling as she came in. Atago couldn't really blame her- she was, aside from being more weatherproof, just returned from her trip to Cameron's house. Atago didn't know much, aside from the fact that one of Cameron's mother's friends was a tailor sometimes. It was interesting, what they'd think of sometimes.
"Hey, 'laska." Atago moaned, making a weak hand-flappy. "How was Cameron?"
"Pretty good. He's got tomorrow off, and we're doing good on designing that new swimsuit."
"Ok."
"Atago..." Alaska said, looking at her carefully. "You don't look so good."
"There was a storm. It was bad."
"Oh." Alaska mumbled, sitting on the foot of her bed. "I know a few things for that."
"Tommorow, please?" Atago begged, groaning. "My damage control fairies are yelling at me for everything, and I don't think I can move. Sorry, 'laska."
Alaska nodded, smiling. "I'll make the arrangements."
***
Next morning, Atago groaned as she felt her frames settle. There were still far too many shoring timbers holding her together, and aparently last night one of her boilers had done a barrel roll and puked firebrick all over her engineering spaces. That was gonna be a helluva fix, but it got better when one of her reduction gear casing sprang a leak.
And by better, it was more like very much groaning and having Alaska and Cameron help her out to Cameron's Grand Marquis. As they went out to the State park that wasn't too terribly far, Alaska made questioning noises towards Cameron up in the driver's seat. Atago was just... lying there, occasionally huffing out little puffs of steam as she worked on fixing something. When they got to the park and Cameron grabbed the supplies, Alaska just focused on trying to get Atago onto her back for a piggyback ride there. After about ten minutes of prepping and flailing, a plan was had- Alaska would squat down, Cameron would lean Atago onto the Large Cruiser, and then hold her up so Alaska could lace her fingers together and carry her friend.
One very awkward and almost groping manuvere later, and the trio were on their way. This park was special to Alaska for a very simple reason- it was on a spur of bedrock that managed to get close enough to the surface to have a wetlands on top of it. A little stealthy groundskeeping made sure there were areas for the water to pool and flow, and one in particular was where Alaska was headed. Right off a creek, this pool was oddly deep, and most importantly it was semi-dammed by a fallen tree.
Throw in a couple of hot rocks, and you had yourself a nice little sauna.
When they got there, it was a bit of an operation to get everything set up. Alaska's job, normally gathering the kindling for their fire to heat the rocks, was instead taking care of the very unwell Atago. Getting her settled was tricky, her keel and stiffening bars not wanting to cooperate as she was laid up against a log. Meanwhile, Cameron was lighting the campfire, a little bit of charcoal and dryer lint helping take the edge off of not enough wood. Next up came the tin can they bonked the rocks on to clean the ash off of, and a laying out of the snacks. Well... snacks to them. A box of Rits and two tubs of chicken salad that might make a meal for four might be a meal to some, but when you were packing for a Heavy and Large Cruiser, you didn't skimp on the necessities.
By the time the rocks were warmed up, Alaska was nearly bouncing. Moving over to Atago, she smilled sweetly and ruffled her friend's blonde hair.
"Don't worry, 'Tago. We get you in there, you'll start to feel right as rain soon." Alaska said, stroking her friend's hair. Looking along blearily, Atago looked for Cameron, not seeing the young man anywhere.
"Buh... issa bath." Atago said, crossing her eyes momentarily. What had happened? Her nose hadn't gotten hit- oh wait. Boiler barrel roll. Which got firebrick everywhere. Including up her intakes, which mapped to the nose. Rolling her eyes, she looked at Alaska. "Yuu don' ware clothes inna bath."
"No..." Alaska said, a teasing grin on her face. Helping Atago out of her t-shirt and sweatpants, Alaska polietly turned her head as Atago undid her bra and panties, slipping into the bath. Hissing, the Heavy Cruiser felt the water help lift her, and it helped buoy her in all the right places. Breathing in, Atago gasped, closing her eyes in bliss.
"Is this like one of the baths back home? Hey, my uptakes!"
Alaska laughed, right in Atago's blind spot. Hearing a shuffle, Atago debated opening her eyes and looking, or just feeling the warm feeling of the river sauna. Alaska took that choice from her as she slipped in, smiling like a cheshire cat. Cracking an eye, Atago looked forher division-mate's signature blue-and-white number... only to see nothing except the pale, snow-like skin trailing up to glacier-like eyes.
"It's just like back when we were in Montevideo, alright?" Alaska said, smiling slightly. "We had to share with shower then, remember?"
Atago shuddered, remembering that. A battle with three Panzerschiffes, the low, devilish ships duelling them with more than twice their throw weight fighting against some of the best fire control in the world, optical and radar. It had been a bad one, the both of them trading blows. It had ended with both of them bloodied beyond belief, superstructures ruined from the base-fused SAPs of the Panzerschiffes, the Abyssals to tentative to engage with their precious armor-piercing at ranges the two cruisers could rain shells on them back.
"We were blind, then." Atago muttered, looking at her friend's new leaf.
"Well... yes." Alaska said, blushing. "and I was still a virgin..."
"What?"
"Nothing!"
Sighing, Atago leaned back. "So, then; where's Cameron?"
"Um." Alaska said, blushing heavily. "Well, um... er... I kinda started doing this with him, and, uh... umm... he's..."
"I'm right upstream, not saying anything." Cameron kicked in from up a ways and behind a massively thick fern bank. "Also, Alaska, can you please stop beating around the bush and make sure Atago's okay with me floating in? I think there's a perch ramming my foot."
Alaska smiled awkwardly, and Atago's jaw dropped.
"You- and him- together- baths?!"
"Yes?"
As Atago's brain started freewheeling, Alaska smiled cutely. "I mean, I did need some help with my arms broken..."
"Um. Yes Cameron. You don't mind?"
"No, 'tago. If I can't trust you with him while I'm here, then you're not who I think you are."
"Ok."
As Cameron drifted into the pool from upstream, Atago frantically tried keeping her brain focused on anything except the fact she was naked. In a bath. With her best friend and her boyfriend. Sure, Cameron had been there for her before, back when it was that time and after all the battle damage, but-
-hold on, something felt off. Looking over to her right, Atago noticed something- Alaska was leaning on her, smiling as she curled up on one of her favorite spots in the world. Past that was Cameron, smiling as he held Alaska's hand under the water, stroking the back of her fingers gently as he looked on at the two of them. And when he smiled, it warmed Atago's heart. Cameron wasn't looking at her, no- he was looking at Alaska's lithe, catlike figure holding hers, taking her for comfort and a friend. It warmed the heavy cruiser's heart to know her friend was so loved- and moments later, as Alaska squeezed Cameron's hand to get another hot stone added to the center of the pool, it warmed her everything else too.
- Location
- Canada
- Location
- Mi
Doesn't have quite the same ring to itDont ya mean "sismance"?
Burning Baron
This position needs more entrenching.
- Location
- In here, not out there.
I mean, J's got enough 80's to make it a bromance. Like, she could give badass lessons to the T-800.Dont ya mean "sismance"?
Aeir/Number III
Unsustainable Gloom Engine
- Location
- America
This is the Internet. Friendshipping doesn't exist.
...but what if their name is Alister?
Edit: Was actually thinking of 'Edwin.' But pretty much any name ending in 'win' applies.
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- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
Jersey is a lot of young Marines.
Think about it. Her personality is in large part assembled from the memories and persona of every bored Marine who ever served aboard her. The sailors too, of course, but her metaphysical brain is umpty percent Marines by volume.
B-baka!
Frustrated Art
- Location
- Some town in the Philippines
Well, I did ask for disctractions. And this is a very nice one.
- Location
- National Capital Region, USA
You know, Jersey, I was sympathetic to you right up to here... when I started laughing. XD
Good to see you're upholding your namesake's reputation for class and subtlety, Jer... ~picard~
You're the living embodiment of a late-model USN battleship, Jersey. A tiny ship-of-the-line in your head is probably the least weird thing about you.
I didn't know Holmes had such great tits, or that there was so much yuri involved!
Don't be ridiculous!
We use F/A-18s with GBU-38s these days.
- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
Ah, but is that because you don't have the drones, or just because you don't need the drones?
- Location
- Georgia
You know, Jersey, I was sympathetic to you right up to here... when I started laughing. XD
Good to see you're upholding your namesake's reputation for class and subtlety, Jer... ~picard~
You're the living embodiment of a late-model USN battleship, Jersey. A tiny ship-of-the-line in your head is probably the least weird thing about you.
I didn't know Holmes had such great tits, or that there was so much yuri involved!
Don't be ridiculous!
We use F/A-18s with GBU-38s these days.
Well there's certainly plenty of Yaoi if fans of the second most recent series have anything to say about it.
Also the Jersey x Crowning thing, I won't lie: I never really paid it much attention. The fact it's effectively on hiatus (for lack of a better term) doesn't really bother me. Really do prefer Wash and Gale, followed very closely by Alaska and Cam. Sky and Sara is just a fact of the universe at this point it seems, so I don't include it in the running.
That would be roughly 2-3 percent, from what I recall about the total number of Marines deployed on each battleship. (No more than a platoon's worth.)
- Location
- Canada
- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
I dunno, I have a certain sentimental attachment to old, long-existing 'ships, and I feel sad on general principles when a potential relationship breaks down. But that's me.
Point, although I think in Jersey's case they've had a disproportionate effect on her.
Given the tendency of SV to turn female quest protagonists and fic characters into lesbians, I think this may be a case of sauce for the goose being sauce for the gander.Fangirls have to turn everything gay, dont they....
Fangirls have to turn everything gay, dont they....
As if that was anything new in teh Holmes fandom.
Spectral Waltz
Scatterbrained Writer
- Location
- Walking the Endless Corridors
I liked Jersey/crowning as a ship and figured they were pretty good for each other but I can't really complain when the slow movement from romance to friendship has been -in my opinion- handled this well. Sure it's always sad to see something potentially beautiful fall apart but it's not like the two of them are soulmates or anything. Both of them have other prospects that could turn out just as happy and fulfilling in the long run.
Plenty of ships on the sea and all that.
Plenty of ships on the sea and all that.
- Location
- Somewhere between here and there
It has just occurred to me that I have no bloody idea what class of destroyers are being referred to when people mention "duckies".
Edit: Nevermind, I have my answer now.
Edit: Nevermind, I have my answer now.
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Sandy River DL
(Verified Destroyer Leader)
- Location
- Lake Michigan
- Pronouns
- Her/She
The Akizuki class.
Skywalker_T-65
Writer with too many ideas.
- Location
- United States
- Pronouns
- Plural/They/He/Her
It's another Japanese language meme, in this case.
PAGDTenno
Verified Warmind. Probably on fire.
- Location
- South Carolina
IIRC, one of the alternate Romanizations for the Nihon-shiki of Akizuki, Teruzuki, and Hatsuzuki is Akidooki, Terudooki, Hatsudooki.
- Location
- Nowhere
Sounds more like the Poo-class then...
Dark Mage
Sanity is really overrated...
- Location
- Out of My Mind
Skywalker_T-65
Writer with too many ideas.
- Location
- United States
- Pronouns
- Plural/They/He/Her
In other- cute -news...
...cute Sara is cute.
...cute Sara is cute.
Dirtnap
Kanmusu Affecionado
No it's -duki. Pronounced duh-key