Belated Battleships (KanColle) [REHOST]
- Thread starter theJMPer
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ijnfleetadmiral
CinC Rengo Kanmusutai
- Location
- Admiral's Bridge, HIJMS Kongo
They have such a thing over in Japan as well. Nagato's Hamster can confirm this.
Admiral_Corgi
The Admiral of the PT Boats
- Location
- The Strange land of Florida
Its not that I wouldn't want to ride around in cheeseweebtiddy
... I just didn't think she'd pull a Nagato on me!Help i'm being smothered!
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
Wisky: *Reaches up and slowly pushes the corgi further in with a smile*Its not that I wouldn't want to ride around in cheeseweebtiddy
Help i'm being smothered!
Dirtnap
Kanmusu Affecionado
she was never completed. never fit out. never had anything more than bare minimum crew, mostly to open her kingston valves as germany surrendered.
- Location
- 'Murica
WIsky is old enough to be sexual if she wants. She's not like flatayam.
She also appeared in the game after I defined my ruleset, so... yeah, she breaks things.
Bully the Corgie
- Location
- 'Murica
The water was frigid, and by the time he was able to claw his way back to the crystal-clear surface Captain Aaron was frozen to the bone. It was a bitter, leaching kind of cold that attacked his body with an almost sadistic malevolence. He flailed for the edge of the pool, scrambling to haul himself back out before massive iron claws tightened around his waist.
"Not so soon," said Tosa with what would've been a purr if her voice had the slightest hint of warmth or life. Her enormous breasts pressed against his legs, cold and stiff as a corpse in the depths of rigor mortis.
She cradled his back in one hand, holding him like a treasured doll while her free hand stroked from his chin down his chest. The razor-sharp edge of her ragged talon sliced through the fabric of his coveralls and peeled them away like ribbons. Lips vastly too big for him parted, revealing a smile stitched of ragged shards of twisted carbon-blackened metal.
The princess closed her eyes and leaned forwards. She rolled her massive hips, sweeping her inhuman chest around him like the rollers of an automatic car wash. "You must wash, my love." She reached over to a trough beside the pool, gingerly retrieving a tiny cake of tallow soap.
It reeked of ash and scoured his skin like ground glass, but the princess was unrelenting. She pinned him against the edge of the pool with one massive talon, scrubbing him with the other and occasionally dragging him under for and thrashing him about to rinse off.
It should've been torture Hell, if you asked any international court they'd probably say it was torture. But somehow, Captain Aaron got the distinct impression that the royal abyssal was honestly trying to clean him up. She might not have the slightest concern for his comfort during the process, but she wasn't deliberately trying to harm him.
"There," she released her grasp, letting him fight back his breath. She raised her hand and snapped her talons with a thunderous metal-on-metal crash. One of her silent, skeletal attendants appeared at the side of the pool and draped…
Draped a set of Navy dress whites by the side of the pool. A set of whites with Admiral's stars on the shoulders.
"Dress," she said, letting herself glide back to her side of the pool.
"I'm not a—"
"Dress!" She roared, her voice devoid of even painfully twisted attempts at sultry honey.
Aaron shuddered and scampered out of the pool. It wasn't like he had a choice. The grubby coveralls he'd been wearing since his capture were torn ribbons laying at the bottom of the pool. It was the whites or nothing, and the animal part of his brain was screaming that going naked around the princess would only end badly for him.
By the time he'd dressed, the princess was gone.
--|--|--Rear Admiral John Richardson was alone when he woke up. It wasn't an unusual occurrence, Mutsu was a light sleeper at the best of times, and with her pregnancy and the many bizarre cravings—even for a battleship—that came with it she spent a good portion of her nights in front of the refrigerator.
Recently, she'd curl up on the couch downstairs instead of coming back to bed. She'd never made a fuss, but John could tell from the way she grunted when she ascended that hauling herself and her twins up the stairs was starting to become an ordeal. He'd seen it before with Langley, although Jane hadn't been nearly as heavy as Mary and Mirai. Of course, his first wife hadn't been a battleship, so he imagined it balanced things out.
The Admiral knew his wife was missing without needing to open his eyes. Mutsu was so often the first to rise—and always careful not to wake him, even with her graceful balance thrown utterly out of whack—that he'd had ample time to hone his senses. There were several clues to the absence of the littlest Nagato.
Mutsu's sweet sent sill lingered, John could sense his wife's natural perfume of oiled metal, ripe apples, and fresh-baked bread, but only just. It wasn't nearly as entrancing as when she slept beside him. The gentle rhythmic purr of her breathing was gone too, along with the dozen muffled noises of a ship laying peacefully at anchor.
Most significantly of course, he wasn't falling into the vast concavity Mutsu's literally inconceivable weight punched into the mattress. It'd taken all of Akashi's ingenuity to design a bed that could handle the two of them without trouble, and even then it'd needed a few repairs after…
Well, after John put a pair of buns in Mutsu's oven.
Speaking of baked goods, the Admiral of Sasebo was hungry for breakfast. It was a constant nowadays. With Mutsu eating everything that wasn't nailed down—often in bizarre combinations that even Shimakaze looked askance at—and Albie stealing everything that was, the Admiral was used to feeling mildly peckish all day.
Yamato's arrival had actually improved things on that front. The super-battleship was a wizard in the kitchen—when she wasn't getting her hips stuck between the counter and island. There was a Panama joke in there somewhere. In fact, judging from the smell wafting up the stairs, Yamato was already hard at work on breakfast.
"OOOOOOU!" A Doppler-shifted noise that could be not unfairly likened to a thoroughly lubricated seal shoved into the breech of a frighteningly large rifle preceded the blurry image of a blond-haired destroyer screaming past his door, but not by much. Yes, it was definitely breakfast, and if he didn't hurry Shimakaze was going to eat all the strawberries. Albie had convinced the scantily-clad destroyer that strawberries made her run faster, and Richardson had no desire to know why.
He sat up with a yawn and padded barefoot down the stairs. It was still dark out, but the rising sun was just visible over the horizon. Shimakaze and Jane were already huddled around the kitchen island, but John's interest was drawn in a different direction.
His battleship wife lay asleep on the couch. Well, mostly. Her belly—which was honestly comically ponderous now—was only half-supported by the worn out old couch. Luckily, someone had pushed an ottoman to help distribute the load.
Richardson didn't dare wake her up. Mutsu got so little sleep nowadays that he'd give her every chance to nap she could find. But… she looked so peaceful. So content with a smile on her face—the rare kind of Mutsu smile that wasn't a portent of some kind of ploy to sass him—and her hands cradling her unborn twins. He could stare at her for hours if—
"Mu!" The miniature simulacrum of Mutsu glared as angrily at him as her tiny features would allow. Minimu sat splayed-leg atop the genuine article's swollen belly. Judging by the half-finished bag of mini marshmallows, she was trying to stuff herself until her figure matched Mutsu's. Thus far it wasn't working.
Richardson cocked an eyebrow at the little thing.
"Muuuuuuu!" Minimu waved one of her tiny, stumpy little arms, jabbing the other directly ahead. Richardson scowled, then realized what she was trying to say. He was, after all, standing directly between her and the television.
"It's a re-run," he said, shaking his head.
"Mu."
"Is this what you did all night?" said the Admiral.
"…Mu."
"You know, we have Netflix."
Minimu ate a marshmallow the size of her tiny fist as angrily as her size and inherent cuteness would allow.
Richardson rolled his eyes, then his gaze drifted down to his sleeping wife's face. He dropped to a knee, caressing her sharp, strong chin with one hand and planting a soft kiss on her forehead. "I love you, Mutsu," he said, hoping that whoever she'd placed on watch while she slept would relay the message when she woke up.
He put a hand on her belly for a moment. He was about to leave when Minimu spoke up again.
"Mu?"
Richardson blinked. The tiny thing stared expectantly at him, a marshmallow clamped between the nubs that passed for her hands.
"You too." Richardson leaned over and scratched between Minimu's antenna with one finger until her tiny eyes closed in ecstasy. "Muuuuu" she said, flashing what might've been a thumbs up.
"Not so soon," said Tosa with what would've been a purr if her voice had the slightest hint of warmth or life. Her enormous breasts pressed against his legs, cold and stiff as a corpse in the depths of rigor mortis.
She cradled his back in one hand, holding him like a treasured doll while her free hand stroked from his chin down his chest. The razor-sharp edge of her ragged talon sliced through the fabric of his coveralls and peeled them away like ribbons. Lips vastly too big for him parted, revealing a smile stitched of ragged shards of twisted carbon-blackened metal.
The princess closed her eyes and leaned forwards. She rolled her massive hips, sweeping her inhuman chest around him like the rollers of an automatic car wash. "You must wash, my love." She reached over to a trough beside the pool, gingerly retrieving a tiny cake of tallow soap.
It reeked of ash and scoured his skin like ground glass, but the princess was unrelenting. She pinned him against the edge of the pool with one massive talon, scrubbing him with the other and occasionally dragging him under for and thrashing him about to rinse off.
It should've been torture Hell, if you asked any international court they'd probably say it was torture. But somehow, Captain Aaron got the distinct impression that the royal abyssal was honestly trying to clean him up. She might not have the slightest concern for his comfort during the process, but she wasn't deliberately trying to harm him.
"There," she released her grasp, letting him fight back his breath. She raised her hand and snapped her talons with a thunderous metal-on-metal crash. One of her silent, skeletal attendants appeared at the side of the pool and draped…
Draped a set of Navy dress whites by the side of the pool. A set of whites with Admiral's stars on the shoulders.
"Dress," she said, letting herself glide back to her side of the pool.
"I'm not a—"
"Dress!" She roared, her voice devoid of even painfully twisted attempts at sultry honey.
Aaron shuddered and scampered out of the pool. It wasn't like he had a choice. The grubby coveralls he'd been wearing since his capture were torn ribbons laying at the bottom of the pool. It was the whites or nothing, and the animal part of his brain was screaming that going naked around the princess would only end badly for him.
By the time he'd dressed, the princess was gone.
--|--|--
Recently, she'd curl up on the couch downstairs instead of coming back to bed. She'd never made a fuss, but John could tell from the way she grunted when she ascended that hauling herself and her twins up the stairs was starting to become an ordeal. He'd seen it before with Langley, although Jane hadn't been nearly as heavy as Mary and Mirai. Of course, his first wife hadn't been a battleship, so he imagined it balanced things out.
The Admiral knew his wife was missing without needing to open his eyes. Mutsu was so often the first to rise—and always careful not to wake him, even with her graceful balance thrown utterly out of whack—that he'd had ample time to hone his senses. There were several clues to the absence of the littlest Nagato.
Mutsu's sweet sent sill lingered, John could sense his wife's natural perfume of oiled metal, ripe apples, and fresh-baked bread, but only just. It wasn't nearly as entrancing as when she slept beside him. The gentle rhythmic purr of her breathing was gone too, along with the dozen muffled noises of a ship laying peacefully at anchor.
Most significantly of course, he wasn't falling into the vast concavity Mutsu's literally inconceivable weight punched into the mattress. It'd taken all of Akashi's ingenuity to design a bed that could handle the two of them without trouble, and even then it'd needed a few repairs after…
Well, after John put a pair of buns in Mutsu's oven.
Speaking of baked goods, the Admiral of Sasebo was hungry for breakfast. It was a constant nowadays. With Mutsu eating everything that wasn't nailed down—often in bizarre combinations that even Shimakaze looked askance at—and Albie stealing everything that was, the Admiral was used to feeling mildly peckish all day.
Yamato's arrival had actually improved things on that front. The super-battleship was a wizard in the kitchen—when she wasn't getting her hips stuck between the counter and island. There was a Panama joke in there somewhere. In fact, judging from the smell wafting up the stairs, Yamato was already hard at work on breakfast.
"OOOOOOU!" A Doppler-shifted noise that could be not unfairly likened to a thoroughly lubricated seal shoved into the breech of a frighteningly large rifle preceded the blurry image of a blond-haired destroyer screaming past his door, but not by much. Yes, it was definitely breakfast, and if he didn't hurry Shimakaze was going to eat all the strawberries. Albie had convinced the scantily-clad destroyer that strawberries made her run faster, and Richardson had no desire to know why.
He sat up with a yawn and padded barefoot down the stairs. It was still dark out, but the rising sun was just visible over the horizon. Shimakaze and Jane were already huddled around the kitchen island, but John's interest was drawn in a different direction.
His battleship wife lay asleep on the couch. Well, mostly. Her belly—which was honestly comically ponderous now—was only half-supported by the worn out old couch. Luckily, someone had pushed an ottoman to help distribute the load.
Richardson didn't dare wake her up. Mutsu got so little sleep nowadays that he'd give her every chance to nap she could find. But… she looked so peaceful. So content with a smile on her face—the rare kind of Mutsu smile that wasn't a portent of some kind of ploy to sass him—and her hands cradling her unborn twins. He could stare at her for hours if—
"Mu!" The miniature simulacrum of Mutsu glared as angrily at him as her tiny features would allow. Minimu sat splayed-leg atop the genuine article's swollen belly. Judging by the half-finished bag of mini marshmallows, she was trying to stuff herself until her figure matched Mutsu's. Thus far it wasn't working.
Richardson cocked an eyebrow at the little thing.
"Muuuuuuu!" Minimu waved one of her tiny, stumpy little arms, jabbing the other directly ahead. Richardson scowled, then realized what she was trying to say. He was, after all, standing directly between her and the television.
"It's a re-run," he said, shaking his head.
"Mu."
"Is this what you did all night?" said the Admiral.
"…Mu."
"You know, we have Netflix."
Minimu ate a marshmallow the size of her tiny fist as angrily as her size and inherent cuteness would allow.
Richardson rolled his eyes, then his gaze drifted down to his sleeping wife's face. He dropped to a knee, caressing her sharp, strong chin with one hand and planting a soft kiss on her forehead. "I love you, Mutsu," he said, hoping that whoever she'd placed on watch while she slept would relay the message when she woke up.
He put a hand on her belly for a moment. He was about to leave when Minimu spoke up again.
"Mu?"
Richardson blinked. The tiny thing stared expectantly at him, a marshmallow clamped between the nubs that passed for her hands.
"You too." Richardson leaned over and scratched between Minimu's antenna with one finger until her tiny eyes closed in ecstasy. "Muuuuu" she said, flashing what might've been a thumbs up.
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Spectral Waltz
Scatterbrained Writer
- Location
- Walking the Endless Corridors
Ouch... Jeeze, the horror-fluff whiplash. Painful that.
Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
OK, so I know who to blame when Shima tries welding a scythe to a barret .50 cal.
ijnfleetadmiral
CinC Rengo Kanmusutai
- Location
- Admiral's Bridge, HIJMS Kongo
So now we have a new Admiral, only instead of Dessbote he's got Psykongo. And more family feels from Casa de Richardson...explanation for Yamato inbound, hopefully!
- Location
- Somewhere
As I noted on SB, my bet is on an Abyssal version of the Marriage Upgrade from the game.
- Location
- Mid-Atlantic
When an Abyssal catches someone in their Teitaku-dar, does that make it FREEZING LOVE?
I don't think she'll do that.
I think she'll use an M2 Browning.
So was shipgirls getting pregnant. So... yeah you can make it work...
Omake: Wolfbait's daily life
CompassJimbo
Where’s Your North?
- Location
- The former Rubber Capital of the World
Have a sideshow.
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The sight of her bloodied brother walking off, and with that all-too-eager freak in front of her, forced the eyes of Catherine Hunter to shoot open. Even though she didn't quite catapult up like in so many stories, she still found her hand shooting for her racing chest. Her heart was pounding hard from the nightmare she had, and it didn't want to slow down anytime soon. She sucked in air, desperate to simply calm herself and breathe.
It worked, slowly but surely, as a seeming eternity passed, but her heart stopped racing and she could finally take a slow, measured breath. Slowly gathering herself, Cathy turned to face her alarm clock. 5:23, it read, the numbers glowing in that seemingly standard dull red. Well, no point in falling back asleep, even if she didn't have work today.
The news of what happened with Jimmy and his sub had troubled her, knowing that a Japanese destroyer, by sheer accident, nearly sent him and God knew how many others down to the inky, cold, and crushing depths of the sea. No doubt why she had that nightmare, of being left behind aboard that sinking submarine while he and this 'Ashigara' went off, undoubtedly to have a fun old time slaughtering Chinese and Russians before retiring to wherever it was they were going to… well…
It always came down to sex and violence, one way or another.
Not the first time she had a nightmare, either. She remembered one of some would festering, growing, and ultimately consuming her, and another of the Cleveland skyline burning down before her eyes.
Even on more peaceful nights, she could barely sleep, not without popping a few benadryl, anyway. Her brother was out there, willing to kill and to die horribly because he wanted to make a name for himself, or whatever the hell his reasons were. She could barely remember exactly why he joined up, aside from 'not dying to a riot'. There had been protests, sure, but none around here turned violent.
But did he feel like a hero yet?
Idiot nearly died from an accident, and she could see him silently panicking as his ship was crushed like a discarded pop can where nobody would find it again. He shouldn't have gone out there to fight. He should've been here, helping his family instead of running off like the goddamned coward he was proving to be. Mom was just making excuses when she talked about how brave he was, and how he made a choice nobody asked of him. It was all the same propaganda that played on the recruitment ads that never shut up, especially after Hawaii was invaded.
Sliding out of her bed, Cathy grabbed her boots and tied them on, before grabbing her coat off of the closet door and stepping out. Mom was asleep across the hall, and Jimmy's bedroom was as deathly silent as it was when he left. It was an oddly-clear night, and the faint glimmer of the moonlight shone into the room, reflecting faintly off of the Lego models on his chest, as well as one other, a graduation present that became a sort of omen as to what was going on.
An old Japanese cruiser, with dark grey coating and sleek lines. Myoukou-class, if she recalled correctly.
He was oh-so-excited to see history coming alive and having a chat, even though it was all an expensive PR stunt. Battleships weren't women. They were giant piles of metal that blew similar piles out of the water. Only four were still around before, and one in any kind of a recognizable shape these days. She was watching the live broadcast when New Jersey was sabotaged and blew up spectacularly. She heard about how Missouri and Wisconsin went down, the former swinging, supposedly against German battleships. One of those Russian ships got her, no doubt. Wisconsin, unsurprisingly, fell to a submarine.
Cathy may not have known what a 'phased-array radar' was, or how submarines tracked and killed their targets, but she knew, and everyone else should have, that ships from World War Two shouldn't be sailing around wreaking havoc. Aside from the museums, all were sunk or scrapped, and even if they were sailing around again, all of those stupidly-complicated anti-ship missiles should have sunk them all.
And yet people bought it, hook, line, and sinker.
Stepping away from the source of her stress, Cathy silently made her way to the patio door, quietly unlocking it and closing it behind her. The moonlight highlighted her breath in the icy winter air, and it seemed so much colder now. But the cold helped her think, even though that was now difficult, as she heard the sound of steel grinding against steel echoing through the valley.
The sound grew louder, before finally reaching its almost deafening crescendo, as a pair of huge train engines, dull lights shining from their cabs, passed on by with a line of cars behind them. She could faintly make them out as tankers, their tell-tale caps jutting out above. It was no doubt heading back to the Dakotas, to provide desperately-needed fuel for America's war machine.
A fading, but aggressive-sounding horn blared off in the distance, as train car after train car rolled on by, before finally, as soon as it started, the last one passed and silence quickly fell upon the back deck.
Just when she needed to think, Cathy couldn't. And so she simply sat herself down onto one of the patio chairs, eyes looking east as the dawn's early light began cresting. She needed to appreciate sights like these, before they all vanished into mushroom clouds and endless fallout.
The End was indeed nigh, but not by God's hands, like so many religious preachers said, but rather by the hands of some old guys in fancy suits. The so-called 'Long Peace' had vanished with most of the US Navy, and the fires of war would soon consume all. If they could touch Hawaii, then they could touch Alaska, and rumor had it that parts of it had already fallen.
There was a game that a lot of people liked. 'Fallout', if she remembered correctly. Maybe they weren't living some stupid anime, but rather a stupid video game instead. Reality itself had become stupid.
"Cathy?" A voice called out from behind her. "Jimmy's on Skype and wants to talk to us. His girlfriend is also there and wants to meet you."
A sigh escaped Catherine. "Tell her that I can smell her desperation over here."
"Cathy!" Her mother hissed. "Don't get snippy!"
"I could see it in her eyes, mom. She's in it just to get his d—"
"We are not doing this at five in the morning, Catherine Amanda Hunter. Get inside. Now." Her mother growled through gritted teeth, covering her mouth and pinching her on the ear.
Cathy made her way past the computer monitor, a single finger raised as she went back to her room.
[=]
"I'm terribly sorry about that. N-Normally Cathy isn't like that," Mom profusely apologized over the screen, wide eyes on her face. Just as Ashigara sought a husband, Mom sought a grandchild. It was a win-win for the two of them, naturally.
"It's fine?" Ashigara said, eyebrow raised in confusion. Over in the other room, her other two sisters, Myoukou and Haguro, were no doubt listening eagerly, but realizing that they sailed into a minefield when they followed my sister.
Cathy wasn't taking the war well, its nature screaming wrong at her. She assumed all of this to be the leadup to Fallout, minus the Vaults and Nuka-Cola, in her desperation to avoid the reality of the situation: that history came alive, and dragged anime into the world of the living with it.
"I've been trying to talk to her, and get her to calm down, but she's got too much of me in her."
I turned to face Ashigara. "Both Mom and Cathy are very strong-willed," I informed her. "But anyway," I faced towards the computer. "They recently got done questioning us about what happened. Suffice to say, Pennsylvania is in massive trouble, and Ashigara is not exactly going into town anytime soon. I have no clue what happened with Shigure, though."
"Isn't she the little blonde girl who goes poi all the time?"
"That's Yuudachi, Mom."
I could hear a groan coming from Ashigara. "If she pois around me one more time, I'm going to poi her away with my twenty-centimeter cannons."
"Well, Pearl just weathered an apocalypse and now faces an apoicalypse," I quipped, before I felt Ashigara lightly slap me upside the head.
"That was terrible and you know it!" She pouted.
"What can I say? I got a bit of my dad's sense of humor," I smirked.
"That he does," Mom confirmed. "So which one is Shigure, then?"
"The one with the brown hair and the braid, very quiet. I have her captain's memoirs, remember?"
"Oh yeah…" Mom recalled. "It's still sitting on your shelf, by the way."
"Mmm. I'm sure Yamashiro is going to have words with her. Whatever happened before and during Surigao Strait did some weird things to that bunch, and those two especially are practically inseparable," I mused.
"Glad I didn't get caught up in that mess," Ashigara shuddered. "Sometimes survival is victory enough."
"Yeah…" I agreed, mood sinking slightly. The few missions that took us north nearly ended in disaster, and I did not want to remember those moments.
A concerned hum came from Mom, before she changed the subject. "So what kind of food do you like, Ashigara?"
"I can cook for myself, if that's what you're wondering," she replied, slightly offended.
"Ashigara, that's just what we do," I informed her. "Mom wants to do something nice for your troubles."
A sigh escaped her, while a small laugh left Mom. "Have you ever heard of katsudon?" the Hungry Wolf asked.
"I kind of started looking into Japanese food when Jimmy sent those pictures of you two back home. It's… some kind of pork?"
"With curry and rice, yes," Ashigara filled in eagerly. "Nothing quite like a victory curry after a long day at sea!"
"I'll have to look for it next time I'm at the store. Hopefully they have some at Market District. And speaking of shopping, is there anything you need, James?"
I couldn't help but laugh. "More candy would be nice. I'm running out after some bad card games."
Mom shook her head. "Did they lose their poker chips or something?"
"Implying people used poker chips at all." I countered.
Another sigh left mom, as she was reminded that even within the Navy, there were wildly different groups with wildly different traditions. The Silent Service didn't do things like the Zoomies did, nor the SEALs, nor the regular sailors on the surface fleet. "Alright," she resigned herself. "More Smarties?"
"Mm-hmm," I confirmed. "And some Skittles, too. No chocolate, though. That stuff melts."
"I know, no chocolate," she said in that mom tone.
"I have the chocolates handled, anyway~," Ashigara chimed in. I could hear her voice dripping with anticipation for… future moves. Moves that were perhaps going to be too soon for my taste, but I supposed I would have to work through it.
"James…"
"We haven't done anything, mom!" I pouted.
"Yet~," countered Ashigara, who licked her lips. I could feel a finger tracing its way up my side, and I couldn't tell if this was a tease or a prelude.
"Try not to get her pregnant too soon," Mom pinched her nose. "I'd rather you two marry before that."
A deep flush spread across my face, as I felt Ashigara perk up. "You're wanting us to get married?"
"I'd rather you two do so before you start having kids. I don't want to be one of those grandmas, not that I mind being a grandma in the first place."
I looked over and saw the Wolf's eyebrow shoot up. "Mom was kind of born out of wedlock herself and had a rough childhood," I whispered. "But she doesn't want to be the kind of grandma who's the de facto mother."
"Oh."
"Anyway, I'll try and stay out of trouble, though I'm sure some special guests would love to have a chat," I said, slowly wrapping things up. "Love you, mom."
"Yeah, I love you, too. Stay safe."
"Ashigara? Would you like to bring your sisters out?"
At those words, Myoukou and Haguro popped out, deep flushes on their faces. The two promptly stepped on over, as Ashigara and I vacated the couch.
The brunette invited me into the hall, where she promptly wrapped her arms around me and held me tight.
"I'm sorry about all of that, with your submarine," she quietly said. "I got ahead of myself, and—"
"Ashigara, it's okay," I cut her off, embracing her in turn. I could faintly smell perfume off of her, as well as fuel oil. An odd combination, but one I could somehow appreciate. My hand ran through her hair, soft, wavy strands filling the spaces between my fingers. "I'm okay with being with you."
"Everyone else thinks I'm desperate…"
Including my sister, most likely. "Eager, definitely, but not outright desperate. It's not like you invited me back to your place afterwards."
"Only because of Pennsylvania," she sobbed.
"Not like I would've been able to join you, though," I said. "But I would have given you my number."
A faint whimper escaped her, as I began rubbing circles along her back. She was so short, but most everyone was compared to me. But she made up for it in raw drive. "I love you…"
"Yeah. I love you, too, Ashigara," I replied. "I mean, this feels awkward, because I've never really been with anyone before, but," I swallowed. "You've brought out something in me that I lost, long ago."
"And what was that?"
"A sense of belonging," I replied. "My family's had issues since my dad died, and I felt out of place without him. But you're being good to me, as are your sisters," I continued before letting out a long, heavy sigh. "I like being in the Navy, and the crew's been good to me as well, but there's something about you, Ashigara, something I can't quite put my finger on."
She looked up at me, the faint glint of tears in her eyes. "Really?"
I nodded, before holding her ever-so-slightly tighter. "Something told me that I'd end up with one of you, and I'm glad it's you specifically."
Something about that statement sparked something in Ashigara, as her eyes brightened. "I wonder if it was fate?" She asked.
"Either way, I'm happy to be with you."
[=]
Another Note on the Home Front:
In addition to a lack of trade with China, the loss of access to the great oilfields of the Middle East has also hit the American economy hard. In many cities, fuel rationing is now a fact of daily life. Fracking has taken the edge off, but most of that crude, once refined, goes to the armed forces, overseas to allies, or to trucking and railroad companies. Not everyone is happy with the practically haphazard drilling, however, and as such, demonstrators have become a common sight in the Plains and Mountain states.
As for Cathy, she's had to deal with all sorts of tragedies. Her and James' father died two years before Blood Week, and when they just recovered from that, the Abyssals reared their ugly heads and turned reality upside down. Cathy loathes anime, and reality turning into one is an anathema to her worldview, where major events are usually just part of some play by the Powers That Be. But reality closes in, and better it be a shipgirl who finally breaks her already fragile worldview than the Abyssals. Thankfully the Great Lakes are safe, though many wonder if that will change…
ijnfleetadmiral
CinC Rengo Kanmusutai
- Location
- Admiral's Bridge, HIJMS Kongo
Be ironic if Cathy fell for a shipgirl herself.
Old Iron
Admiral Unfun
- Location
- The Southwestern Deadlands of America
That was pretty heavy, I have to admit. Cathy... really needs some help. Even if it's just something or someone to vent at, she needs something.
You're going some very interesting places here and I am really looking forward to seeing where those are. Superb job!
You're going some very interesting places here and I am really looking forward to seeing where those are. Superb job!
DawnofWar32
War is coming. Prepare yourselves!
- Location
- Butuan City, The Philippines
Hopefully that happens.Be ironic if Cathy fell for a shipgirl herself.
Admiral_Corgi
The Admiral of the PT Boats
- Location
- The Strange land of Florida
Oh hey a new update...wait why is the threadmark named that? Oh no....
I'll give both the short and long reactions I had to the two halves of this update. Starting with the part with Tosa, naturally
Me: ...
Me: Oh god this is too cute!!
Okay now for the long(ish) take. I am thankful I caught this update towards the Beginning of my Class tonight. Therefore I had pretty much the entire class period and the hour drive back home from said class to process this and think somewhat sanely instead of borking with complete and utter madness and terror at the first part. Now lets dive into this and look at it bit by bit. And at the end of the first Part I'll give my theories on what's gonna happen next to Poor Capatain(Admiral?) Aaron.
You know I can relate to water of that kind of cold. You see, when I lived in New York. I had a pool put in at my house, one where a water tanker truck did the initial fill with water from a Cave. Me being the dumbass I was back then, decided to jump in as soon as the truck had departed. Right into Water that was around 38°F. So Yeah I can image that water Aaron got tossed being somewhere around that cold. Now whether or not the way the cold has attacked that man's body with an almost sadist malevolence is a side affect of what Tosa has either done to it or just being in it. I'm not exactly sure but I ain't gonna rule it out. Gotta give props to Aaron for being (sorta?) quick to scramble to the edge of the pool and attempt to clamber out of it before Tosa grabbed him. I remember when I made my Folly in regards to the pool I had to have my dad help me get out because I quite literally couldn't make my arms work right to pull myself out I was so cold.
Ahhh Tosa attempting to homely and wifey. Good god, the realization she's making an honest attempt at it is far more horrifying than I initally thought it would be. However though and do shudder to think about it, the way Tosa sliced off Aaron's coveralls without apparently hurting him.... I can't help but believe Tosa practiced that with others that weren't her object of desire to make sure she'd get it right... which makes me wonder many times did Tosa practice that motion before she got it right and how many were maimed/killed before she got it down pat?
Something tells me, that cake of tallow soap... might've been made from all the other's she had praticed on prior and...messed up on. Waste not, want not afterall... -shudders-
Yes Aaron, she is honestly trying to clean ya up without hurting ya. Afterall she's about to make you her's and she doesn't want to damage her property/Hubby. And I can very well imagine what that snap of her talons sounded like. Too well actually, have any of ya'll ever heard what a steel plate stock holding rack giving out all at once before? Lemme tell ya, 6000 pounds of plate steel crashing to the concrete of the metal stock Storage barn all at once makes one hellvua noise. I'm surprised Aaron's ears weren't ringing from the sound, perhaps abyssal spookiness is the reason why Aaron doesn't have a major case of ringing ears about now.
And it was this first sentence here that solidly confirmed one of my theories of what'd happen to Aaron, at least what I was getting at on SB, Though for ever reason when I think of the dress whites... I think of them being Clean, pristine even. So white that you'd think the fabric was condensed and woven white light. That both the Silver stars and the gold shoulder board those stars were set within were both made of pure silver and gold wire respectively.... Its the thought of the of the real possibility that dress whites with Admiral's stars that Tosa provided Aaron holding an appearance like that, is what makes the mental image so much more terrifyingly uncanny than if the Whites were just normal or even slightly dirty. And this is giving me the dark and evil version of what happened with Captain Irons and his assignment to be Battleship Row's Admiral. I'm sorry to say this Aaron, but yer an Admiral now whether you like it or not, and unlike Irons you don't have the "For the Service!" reason to help hold yer sanity together... well, maybe not yet, anyhow... Now whether or not the dark reprisal of similarity runs deeper... remains to be seen...
Though I must concide that Abject Testament was right about one thing that he told me. What will happen to Captain(Well I guess we should call him Admiral Aaron now huh?) Aaron, it won't be quick, at least not as quick as what my prior theory posts suggested. Still doesn't less the horror of the situation, in fact it might just actually make it all the more worse that the transformation Aaron will experience in becoming an abyssal admiral could very well be gradual, but inexorable.
Aaron... sooner or later you're gonna end up naked around the princess and it probably will end badly for you. But first thing's first, you must have dinner. After all, part of the saying goes "Treat her to dinner first" .. Though... what exactly Tosa has in mind for dinner... I really don't wanna think about it. But Aaron isn't gonna have a choice in whether or not to accept Tosa 'cooking' now will he?
As for the theory, believe it or not its rather short.I think ultimately whatever it is exactly Tosa has in mind for their dinner is what's gonna turn Aaron or accelerate it greatly if it's already starting to happen after he put the dress whites on. Though from looking at the second half of this update and then back at the first. I have a most sinking and sickening feeling in my gut that we're gonna see a dark reprisal of what was portrayed in the Richardson household... SECNAV help us all if that...if that proves to be true...
Either way, bad times are abound.
Okay, now that I finished the first half, time to tackle the second.
I am curious and fearful at the same time to learn even more about the Bizarre cravings Mutsu has been having than I already have.
Hmmm, Perhaps its time I update my Theories on Jane Richardson again... maybe... *squinty eyes*
This is sweet, that John is able to pick up on so much about his wife... and of course you know, he's not being drawn in by the dent her weight punches into the mattress. I can imagine though that ain't so bad. Afterall it just means that you're always gonna be cuddling her. even if you tossed and turned in yer sleep John~ :lol
Something tells me Akashi is gonna hold a monopoly on super beds for those who have Shipgirls as the Significant other... at least till Vestal decides she wants a slice of that potentially lucrative pie as well.
Why oh why do I imagine more than a fair number of those Bizarre combination were Hiei's idea? I just can't seem to shake that notion from my head.
And I agree John, There's plenty of Panama jokes to be made there. Now whether you'll be able to get away with said joke(s) is an entirely different matter all together.... Though I can't help but think that the first time Yams got her hips stuck... it requried either buying a new counter... or liberal usage of Lard or WD-40 to get her Unstuck.
Richardson, yer gonna find out the why sooner or later. Because Shima very well may actually pick up half a knot or so of extra speed. or You'll hear her loudly complain to Albie that she hasn't gotten any faster despite eating all the Strawberries.
I do wonder who pushed the ottoman, my bet personally speaking? It was Arizona who did that.
this, Just all of this is so tender, sweet and cute that I feel like my blood is become liquid sugar.
John really is a good dad and loving Husband.
Really speaking the only real theory, well prediction more like it, for the second half of this update is that Mutsu is gonna be due soon. If the size of her belly is any indication, I look forward to seeing the reactions of everyone in the Richardson household when the babies are born and they get the chance to see em. It will be adorable and heartwarming, pure and simple.
Though a bit of an aisde note, its kinda unusual to see ya writing so much stuff I've traditionally associated with Old Iron writing, but then again there's a probably a very good but unstated reason for that. Which can only tell me that Iron is most likely working on something mighty big, I look forwards to whatever it is Old Iron has possibly been working on all this time.
on another aside note...
Would this reason have anything to do with the name of the threadmark by any chance?...
I'll cover the Wolf Bait Omake at a later time in detail. But I will say that I'm happy to see that Ashigara is steadily getting closer to her Goal, and its a balm to the soul to see her being happy like this. I do sincerely hope things keep going well for her and James.
I'll give both the short and long reactions I had to the two halves of this update. Starting with the part with Tosa, naturally
Me: ...
Me: Oh god this is too cute!!
Okay now for the long(ish) take. I am thankful I caught this update towards the Beginning of my Class tonight. Therefore I had pretty much the entire class period and the hour drive back home from said class to process this and think somewhat sanely instead of borking with complete and utter madness and terror at the first part. Now lets dive into this and look at it bit by bit. And at the end of the first Part I'll give my theories on what's gonna happen next to Poor Capatain(Admiral?) Aaron.
You know I can relate to water of that kind of cold. You see, when I lived in New York. I had a pool put in at my house, one where a water tanker truck did the initial fill with water from a Cave. Me being the dumbass I was back then, decided to jump in as soon as the truck had departed. Right into Water that was around 38°F. So Yeah I can image that water Aaron got tossed being somewhere around that cold. Now whether or not the way the cold has attacked that man's body with an almost sadist malevolence is a side affect of what Tosa has either done to it or just being in it. I'm not exactly sure but I ain't gonna rule it out. Gotta give props to Aaron for being (sorta?) quick to scramble to the edge of the pool and attempt to clamber out of it before Tosa grabbed him. I remember when I made my Folly in regards to the pool I had to have my dad help me get out because I quite literally couldn't make my arms work right to pull myself out I was so cold.
Ahhh Tosa attempting to homely and wifey. Good god, the realization she's making an honest attempt at it is far more horrifying than I initally thought it would be. However though and do shudder to think about it, the way Tosa sliced off Aaron's coveralls without apparently hurting him.... I can't help but believe Tosa practiced that with others that weren't her object of desire to make sure she'd get it right... which makes me wonder many times did Tosa practice that motion before she got it right and how many were maimed/killed before she got it down pat?
Something tells me, that cake of tallow soap... might've been made from all the other's she had praticed on prior and...messed up on. Waste not, want not afterall... -shudders-
Yes Aaron, she is honestly trying to clean ya up without hurting ya. Afterall she's about to make you her's and she doesn't want to damage her property/Hubby. And I can very well imagine what that snap of her talons sounded like. Too well actually, have any of ya'll ever heard what a steel plate stock holding rack giving out all at once before? Lemme tell ya, 6000 pounds of plate steel crashing to the concrete of the metal stock Storage barn all at once makes one hellvua noise. I'm surprised Aaron's ears weren't ringing from the sound, perhaps abyssal spookiness is the reason why Aaron doesn't have a major case of ringing ears about now.
And it was this first sentence here that solidly confirmed one of my theories of what'd happen to Aaron, at least what I was getting at on SB, Though for ever reason when I think of the dress whites... I think of them being Clean, pristine even. So white that you'd think the fabric was condensed and woven white light. That both the Silver stars and the gold shoulder board those stars were set within were both made of pure silver and gold wire respectively.... Its the thought of the of the real possibility that dress whites with Admiral's stars that Tosa provided Aaron holding an appearance like that, is what makes the mental image so much more terrifyingly uncanny than if the Whites were just normal or even slightly dirty. And this is giving me the dark and evil version of what happened with Captain Irons and his assignment to be Battleship Row's Admiral. I'm sorry to say this Aaron, but yer an Admiral now whether you like it or not, and unlike Irons you don't have the "For the Service!" reason to help hold yer sanity together... well, maybe not yet, anyhow... Now whether or not the dark reprisal of similarity runs deeper... remains to be seen...
Though I must concide that Abject Testament was right about one thing that he told me. What will happen to Captain(Well I guess we should call him Admiral Aaron now huh?) Aaron, it won't be quick, at least not as quick as what my prior theory posts suggested. Still doesn't less the horror of the situation, in fact it might just actually make it all the more worse that the transformation Aaron will experience in becoming an abyssal admiral could very well be gradual, but inexorable.
Aaron... sooner or later you're gonna end up naked around the princess and it probably will end badly for you. But first thing's first, you must have dinner. After all, part of the saying goes "Treat her to dinner first" .. Though... what exactly Tosa has in mind for dinner... I really don't wanna think about it. But Aaron isn't gonna have a choice in whether or not to accept Tosa 'cooking' now will he?
As for the theory, believe it or not its rather short.I think ultimately whatever it is exactly Tosa has in mind for their dinner is what's gonna turn Aaron or accelerate it greatly if it's already starting to happen after he put the dress whites on. Though from looking at the second half of this update and then back at the first. I have a most sinking and sickening feeling in my gut that we're gonna see a dark reprisal of what was portrayed in the Richardson household... SECNAV help us all if that...if that proves to be true...
Either way, bad times are abound.
Okay, now that I finished the first half, time to tackle the second.
I am curious and fearful at the same time to learn even more about the Bizarre cravings Mutsu has been having than I already have.
Hmmm, Perhaps its time I update my Theories on Jane Richardson again... maybe... *squinty eyes*
This is sweet, that John is able to pick up on so much about his wife... and of course you know, he's not being drawn in by the dent her weight punches into the mattress.
I can imagine though that ain't so bad. Afterall it just means that you're always gonna be cuddling her. even if you tossed and turned in yer sleep John~ :lolSomething tells me Akashi is gonna hold a monopoly on super beds for those who have Shipgirls as the Significant other... at least till Vestal decides she wants a slice of that potentially lucrative pie as well.
Why oh why do I imagine more than a fair number of those Bizarre combination were Hiei's idea? I just can't seem to shake that notion from my head.
And I agree John, There's plenty of Panama jokes to be made there. Now whether you'll be able to get away with said joke(s) is an entirely different matter all together.... Though I can't help but think that the first time Yams got her hips stuck... it requried either buying a new counter... or liberal usage of Lard or WD-40 to get her Unstuck.
Richardson, yer gonna find out the why sooner or later. Because Shima very well may actually pick up half a knot or so of extra speed. or You'll hear her loudly complain to Albie that she hasn't gotten any faster despite eating all the Strawberries.
I do wonder who pushed the ottoman, my bet personally speaking? It was Arizona who did that.
this, Just all of this is so tender, sweet and cute that I feel like my blood is become liquid sugar.
John really is a good dad and loving Husband.
Really speaking the only real theory, well prediction more like it, for the second half of this update is that Mutsu is gonna be due soon. If the size of her belly is any indication, I look forward to seeing the reactions of everyone in the Richardson household when the babies are born and they get the chance to see em. It will be adorable and heartwarming, pure and simple.
Though a bit of an aisde note, its kinda unusual to see ya writing so much stuff I've traditionally associated with Old Iron writing, but then again there's a probably a very good but unstated reason for that. Which can only tell me that Iron is most likely working on something mighty big, I look forwards to whatever it is Old Iron has possibly been working on all this time.
on another aside note...
Would this reason have anything to do with the name of the threadmark by any chance?...
I'll cover the Wolf Bait Omake at a later time in detail. But I will say that I'm happy to see that Ashigara is steadily getting closer to her Goal, and its a balm to the soul to see her being happy like this. I do sincerely hope things keep going well for her and James.
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- Location
- 'Murica
Read the previous update, corgi.
Admiral_Corgi
The Admiral of the PT Boats
- Location
- The Strange land of Florida
I did,
Though perhaps I coulda worded that to be 'I am curious and fearful at the same time to learn even more about the Bizarre cravings Mutsu has been having.' or something.
yeah I think I'm gonna go amend that real quick...
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What more is there to learn? Not everything is MSSB. Pregnant women eat strange food combinations, that's all.