Cyrus 21
Kamen Rider/Spirit of Chaos
- Location
- Canterlot
Says the spirit of an American Battleship in human form. You're literally made of Magic...American Magic.
Belated Battleships (KanColle) [REHOST]
- Thread starter theJMPer
- Start date
That's @Harry Leferts work. Another fic.
- Location
- Minot, North Dakota
To reach back twenty years into nerd-lore and quote Willow Rosenberg, we're actully talking about stuff that is very, very old-agey....even older than you. Or Texas. Or Connie...
owlmessenger
Parts Guy Extraordinaire
- Location
- New York
To pre-empt the JerJer: "Fuckin'-A Right!"
Admiral_Corgi
The Admiral of the PT Boats
- Location
- The Strange land of Florida
Testament no! You're digging too deep! Trying to uncover things and truths about this world before we are ready to know them!
Don't do it man! For there lays only madness ahead! Do not let the Dess out of the Bottle or you'll doom us all!
This path only has one end to it, and Its just like trying to solve the mystery of Richardson's first wife on whether or not she was actual CV-1 Langle-*Jintsuu'd*
- Location
- USA
The best kind of magic.
- Location
- Minot, North Dakota
Jintsuu: So you say there are no other supernatural or spiritual beings?
Pennsy: No, I'm not saying that. (Gestures to Ari and herself) We were built with non-denominational chapels on board and carry fairies of some of our past chaplains. (Gestures to Jintsuu, Tenryuu, and Hiei) As I recall, most of you carry Shinto shrines. I will not deny peoples spirituality. But I have no reason to believe in vampires, undead mummies, wolfmen, ghosts, goblins, horror movie witches, or any of the other nonsense you have been talking about.
Tenryuu: No reason? You and your sister are the incarnations of WWI battleships who spend their day fighting demon Nazis!
Pennsy: So?
Ari: I think my sister is trying to say, that just because we and the abyssals exist, it doesn't follow that all other mythological beings exist.
Hiei: I just realized I don't hear movies from the other room. Do you think they all fell asleep?
Ari: let me check. (Opens the door to the living room and finds Jane, Hoel, Heerman, Johnston, White, Shinano, Shigure, Akatsuki, Inazuma, Albie, and Archie staring at the door in wide eyed, rapt horror listening to the conversation in the kitchen.) Oh, my.
Jintsuu: oh,no! You shouldn't have been listening to that conversation. How much did you hear?
Archie: Ever since you were talking about the monster that eats children.
Pennsy: That was over an hour ago. (Looks at Ari.) I don't envy you all the nightmares you are going to deal with. Good night!
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An hour later:
(Knocking on the door)
Pennsy: (opens the door and finds Shigure, Akatsuki, Inazuma, and Archie looking at her) What do you want?
Shigure: well, everyone else is on patrol, or on night duty, or on convoy....
Ataksuki: We were hoping an elepha..elegant lady such as yourself, would not turn away girls in need of a place to stay...
Inazuma: please?
Pennsy: That conversation really did a number on you, especially if a sub-girl shows up (looking at Archie). Fine. But if any of you three try anything, you won't have to worry about monsters, cause I'll friggin shoot you myself. Deal?
The scared girls piled into the room and took places next to the battleship. They were asleep soon, all smiles, and USS Pennsylvania woke up for the first time in a long time with no nightmares.
Pennsy: No, I'm not saying that. (Gestures to Ari and herself) We were built with non-denominational chapels on board and carry fairies of some of our past chaplains. (Gestures to Jintsuu, Tenryuu, and Hiei) As I recall, most of you carry Shinto shrines. I will not deny peoples spirituality. But I have no reason to believe in vampires, undead mummies, wolfmen, ghosts, goblins, horror movie witches, or any of the other nonsense you have been talking about.
Tenryuu: No reason? You and your sister are the incarnations of WWI battleships who spend their day fighting demon Nazis!
Pennsy: So?
Ari: I think my sister is trying to say, that just because we and the abyssals exist, it doesn't follow that all other mythological beings exist.
Hiei: I just realized I don't hear movies from the other room. Do you think they all fell asleep?
Ari: let me check. (Opens the door to the living room and finds Jane, Hoel, Heerman, Johnston, White, Shinano, Shigure, Akatsuki, Inazuma, Albie, and Archie staring at the door in wide eyed, rapt horror listening to the conversation in the kitchen.) Oh, my.
Jintsuu: oh,no! You shouldn't have been listening to that conversation. How much did you hear?
Archie: Ever since you were talking about the monster that eats children.
Pennsy: That was over an hour ago. (Looks at Ari.) I don't envy you all the nightmares you are going to deal with. Good night!
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An hour later:
(Knocking on the door)
Pennsy: (opens the door and finds Shigure, Akatsuki, Inazuma, and Archie looking at her) What do you want?
Shigure: well, everyone else is on patrol, or on night duty, or on convoy....
Ataksuki: We were hoping an elepha..elegant lady such as yourself, would not turn away girls in need of a place to stay...
Inazuma: please?
Pennsy: That conversation really did a number on you, especially if a sub-girl shows up (looking at Archie). Fine. But if any of you three try anything, you won't have to worry about monsters, cause I'll friggin shoot you myself. Deal?
The scared girls piled into the room and took places next to the battleship. They were asleep soon, all smiles, and USS Pennsylvania woke up for the first time in a long time with no nightmares.
- Location
- Nowhere
I want my own cuddlepile now...
BlackAeronaut
Scaring people witless since 1980
- Location
- A state of mind where it is always ****ing Monday.
Thanks for not dismissing me outright. It's a refreshing change from the usual knee-jerk reaction of about half the thread's posters jumping down one's throat.
At any rate, I'll defer to author fiat in regards to ships commissioned no later than 1950.
The idea, though, that the Stethem is a sort of Ace among the DDGs... That I can definitely roll with.
Request permission to work up a short? Nothing major. I had the notion that the Stethem could have been in Yokosuka's drydocks all this time, having some serious repair that should have, by all means, sunk her down to Davey Jone's Locker, and would just now be getting underway for a shakedown.
- Location
- Minot, North Dakota
Thanks for not dismissing me outright. It's a refreshing change from the usual knee-jerk reaction of about half the thread's posters jumping down one's throat.
At any rate, I'll defer to author fiat in regards to ships commissioned no later than 1950.
The idea, though, that the Stethem is a sort of Ace among the DDGs... That I can definitely roll with.
Request permission to work up a short? Nothing major. I had the notion that the Stethem could have been in Yokosuka's drydocks all this time, having some serious repair that should have, by all means, sunk her down to Davey Jone's Locker, and would just now be getting underway for a shakedown.
I recommend contacting @theJMPer by private message or conversation with your story idea. Folks have written side stories before, but if a steel hull is the centerpiece, you may want to run it by the OP.
There are groups that facilitate cuddling--nothing sexual, you'll get kicked out if you try something: Cuddle_party
Google for examples.
Nothing in my area, darn it!
- Location
- Nowhere
Why do you assume it's for sexy things? DDs are not for lewds!There are groups that facilitate cuddling--nothing sexual, you'll get kicked out if you try something: Cuddle_party
Google for examples.
Nothing in my area, darn it!
Oh, great. Now you've gone and done it. I can't help but go ahead and write this now...
Omake: It Was At That Moment, Tirpitz Knew She Had Fucked Up
"Look!" The Snow Queen raised a massive talon at by far the most egregious blemish tarnishing her newly-won harbor. Shattered marble lay scattered over a half-submerged wreck of rusting steel leeching oil like a festering, weeping wound. "You think this is acceptable? Clean it up!"
A few hours later, the Snow Queen was catching a brief nap--even Abyssal Queens needed their rest, and the work of organizing the preparation of her harbor for her sister's delivery was catching up with her--when she was rather rudely awakened by a loud, taunting voice.
"OHHHHHH, NOW YOU FUCKED UP!"
Abruptly sitting up, the Snow Queen suddenly found that there was not one, but two unidentified figures at her feet. Both were female, and both looked like humans--but hadn't she and her demons exterminated every last human in this port? In any event, one was a hulking Amazonian form wearing an archaic-looking black suit, complete with a waistcoat; the other was smaller, about halfway between the size of a destroyer and a light cruiser, wearing a wetsuit. Oddly, both of them were wearing stovepipe hats. And they were speaking in perfect unison.
"Now you fucked up! NOW, you FUCKED UP!"
No Abyssal Queen would ever take such verbal abuse lightly, of course, so the Snow Queen launched herself at the intruders, swinging her talons in a pair of slashes that would slice them like salami... only to be rather startled when first her talons, and then her entire body, simply passed through them as if they weren't even there, landing face-first in a rather undignified heap beyond the figures.
"YOU HAVE FUCKED UP NOW!"
As she dragged herself back to her feet, the two turned to face her--no, not turned. Pivoted, rotating around towards her without moving their feet. With the sun no longer backlighting them, the Snow Queen could see that each one's hat was adorned with a number--"72" for the taller one, and "602" for the smaller.
And their taunting continued without missing a beat. "Now ya fucked up! Now ya fucked up! Now ya fucked up! Now ya fucked up! Now ya fucked up! NOW YOU HAVE FUCKED UP!"
The Snow Queen was smart enough to realize that attacking them again would have the same result--and that the definition of insanity was, in the face of failure, trying exactly the same thing again. Instead, shaking with impotent rage, she simply bellowed at them, "BE QUIET! Verdammt Scheisse Schweinhündinnen, would you PLEASE BE QUIET?!"
The result was not at all what she expected.
The two figures looked at each other, then, simultaneously, each one made a sharp, chopping gesture with knifelike hands towards her crotch, and shouted, "SUCK OUR PRESIDENTIAL COCKS, BITCH!"
And then they vanished into thin air.
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A Tsu-class light cruiser, one of the few survivors of the screening force, was sailing around the site of the wreck, directing destroyers in the work of attempting to clear it. Meanwhile, a pack of PT imps who had found a working bulldozer amongst the destruction on the island, were using it to try to drag large chunks of shattered marble up onto the beach, so that the precious steel and oil in the wreck could be salvaged for their princesses.
It wasn't, Tsu noted, going very well; the imps, in their inexperienced eagerness, had hooked the bulldozer up to far too heavy a chunk of marble, rather than breaking it into smaller chunks that it could move. As a result, every time they tried to gun the engine and pull the chunk onto shore, the engine strained and struggled at low RPM, then, when the imps released the clutch to try and "rock" the bulldozer free, it picked back up to its normal idle speed. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr-drrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
Even as she shouted commands to the destroyers salvaging the wreck, Tsu considered giving the imps advice--but quickly discarded it. PT imps were immature and not particularly bright; trying to teach them was pointless, as they would simply ignore her wisdom in favor of redoubling their efforts. Experience was the only way they could learn.
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr-drrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
They actually seemed to be making a few inches of progress with each rocking motion, however. Maybe sheer bullheadedness would actually get the job done, Tsu mused, as the imps started to rock the bulldozer more frequently, not pausing nearly as long at each end of the motion.
Brrrrrrrr-drrrrrrr. Brrrrrrrr-drrrrrrr.
It was an oddly musical sound, Tsu noted. The pitch of the dozer's engine dropped with its speed on each pull attempt, then rose when it was unloaded for the backward rock. It made an ominous two-toned pattern that greatly pleased the light cruiser. Let all those who could hear it know that they were at work, and be afraid! Not just the humans, but also the sharks that still swarmed in the shallow waters of the harbor, trying to find the bodies of those killed in the attack!
Brrrrrrrr-drrrrrrr. Brrrrrrrr-drrrrrrr.
The sharks were so common, with their dorsal fins slicing through the surface so often, that Tsu didn't even notice one bearing down directly on her location, even as the imps, in their excitement, started rocking the dozer as quickly as they could.
Brr-drr brr-drr brr-drr brr-drr.
And then the shark, an enormous one, skin black as the chitin on Tsu's talons, leapt clean out of the water at her and snatched her up in its ravenous jaws! While her destroyers fled in panic, the PT imps, idiot children that they were, simply kept obliviously rocking their bulldozer on shore.
Brr-drr brr-drr brr-drr brr-drr.
Tsu thrashed violently, trying to break free of the shark's grip. As she did, she briefly noticed a marking on its head that looked like the numbers "314," but it had to be a trick of the light.
Brr-drr brr-drr brr-drr brr-drr.
The shark's impossibly strong grip held firm, razor-sharp teeth slicing through Tsu's chitin and rending her open, black oilblood flowing freely into the water of the harbor. Her strength rapidly fading, Tsu had one last, utterly incongruous realization before she died.
The pitch of the sounds of the bulldozer's engine was rhythmically switching between the two notes the humans designated "E" and "F."
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"What do you mean the imps are refusing to work?!" demanded the Snow Queen.
"J-just that, my queen," explained a cowering Chizuru. The Chi-class was understandably terrified as she reported this to the Queen--not only was she the only one of her type to survive the attack against this harbor, but Abyssal royalty was known to take bad news... poorly. And often on the messenger. "Every time we've sent a work party out to try and prepare the base for your sis--for the Raider Princess," she hastily corrected, "they die. Horribly. Someone--or something--violently assaults them and slaughters them like livestock, in the most brutal ways possible. Most of the time, none return. In a few cases, only one has returned, gibbering almost completely incoherently in terror. The fear has spread to the rest of the imps, and it's now almost impossible to force a work party ashore."
"Do we know what's causing this?! I'll rip it apart myself!"
"N-no, my queen. The surviving imps haven't been able to give us any real information. Most never saw the attacker; the few who did simply keep babbling the word 'mask' over and over. There's only been one other hint we've gleaned, from when I escorted a work party, but fled to give you this report--a sound that preceded each of the attacks."
"What sound?"
"It's... a whisper, coming from nowhere, and from everywhere at once, echoing and almost unrecognizable. Simply two words, each echoing twice before the next word, with the cycle repeating. I'll try to replicate it..."
The Snow Queen leaned forward in her throne, listening intently as Chizuru spoke:
"She-she-she... Comes-comes-comes... She-she-she... Comes-comes-comes..."
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Night had finally come. Snow Queen had had a very trying day, spending most of it attempting to terrify her PT imps into working by being something they feared even more than... whatever was hunting them ashore. Settling into the berth she had deemed to be hers, Snow Queen closed her eyes and tried to drift off to sleep; she knew that she would need her rest to be able to get useful work out of her underlings in the morning.
And then the sound of two oddly distorted voices made her eyes snap back open.
Gazing out over a foggy harbor, she looked around for the source of the voices, amongst the abstract, almost distorted shapes of the wrecked buildings of the former human base. She soon found it--two young girls, dressed all in white, next to the birthing dock her sister was occupying. Or was supposed to be occupying--she seemed to be absent.
However, Snow Queen abruptly dismissed that puzzle as she realized that the girls were not PT imps, nor were they humans--they were shipgirls. Destroyers. American destroyers, though older ones, judging by their builds and the numbers--"372" and "375"--displayed on their hats.
These destroyers could not be allowed to harm her sister! Snow Queen leapt to her feet and rushed across the harbor towards the birthing dock, intent on killing them where they stood. However, the destroyers took no notice of her, seemingly absorbed in a game of... jumping rope?
As she approached, Snow Queen was soon able to recognize the words that the two were singing to each other.
"One, two, Jersey's comin' for you
Three, four, can't even lock the door
Five, six, you've run out of tricks
Seven, eight, better stay up late
Nine, ten, never sleep again..."
Over and over again. And in that moment, right before she abruptly woke up screaming, the Snow Queen knew an emotion she had never experienced before.
Stark, naked fear.
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- Nowhere
It was at this moment Ice Queen knew, she f'd up.
ijnfleetadmiral
CinC Rengo Kanmusutai
- Location
- Admiral's Bridge, HIJMS Kongo
JMPer: this needs to happen for Pennsy...she needs goodness like this to thaw the wall of ice and darkness around her heart. And the combined powers of DesDiv 6 and Shigure are certainly enough to do it.
I think you misunderstood me. I wasn't talking about anything in the story, just giving some real world information. And many people would assume cuddling means sex, which that movement denies.
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- Nowhere
Ah mkay.
On an unrelated note:
I'd like to send Jersey a custom e-sk8. Send me the board and the specs and I'll (virtually anyway) make it.
Well, on one hand, commie-lite space peaceniks.
On the other hand, damage control crews have shrines to Montgomery Scott and there's Patrick Steward in a Victorian-era Captain's Uniform. (aka shipgirl beefcake)
Her Vietnam reactivation was right during the middle of TOS's original run; her 1980s reactivation started before TNG hit air, and lasted almost to the end of it.
In that case, she'd be familiar with both, albeit more familiar with the TNG era.
- Location
- Minot, North Dakota
Jersey would probably prefer TOS. One episode would win it for her- The Omega Glory- Capt. Kirk reciting the preamble to the Constitution- 'Merica! (And she probably isn't a drama critic) lol
She would probably rewatch it on Netflix, then run around the base telling the Japanese ship-girls "Freedom is Yang holy word! You will not speak it!"
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ijnfleetadmiral
CinC Rengo Kanmusutai
- Location
- Admiral's Bridge, HIJMS Kongo
I just thought of something...don't let the Taffies watch Star Trek...they'll embrace the Klingon warrior ways and then society as we know it will crumble.
- Location
- Minot, North Dakota
I just thought of something...don't let the Taffies watch Star Trek...they'll embrace the Klingon warrior ways and then society as we know it will crumble.
Johnston: We are warriors! We may die, but we will die with honor!
Hoel: We will destroy the Abyssals, even if we must destroy ourselves, and secure our place in Stov-a-Kor!
Heerman: We...ow!
Shinano: (smacks all of them in the back of the head) I love you all! But I have heard all of this foolishness before! It didn't end well!
Jersey: I guess she just needed some righteous anger to come out of her shell.
Jintsuu: No, just love. Love for her family.
Sandy River DL
(Verified Destroyer Leader)
- Location
- Lake Michigan
- Pronouns
- Her/She
And then Sammy B, who found Warhammer on the Internet, converts the other Taffies to the Cult of the Blood God.
Sammy B: Blood for the Blood God!