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ColdGoldLazarus
Contrary Quester, Spreadsheet Queen, Pink Flamingo
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While Waves Of Change is my main project, I've had a couple of shorter miscellaneous ideas that I wanted to do something with eventually, and decided to go ahead and throw here. It'll probably be fairly varied, from serious to silly and everything in between, but you can probably expect painful amounts of self-indulgence.
Very self-indulgent.
I'll go ahead and make the OP the table of contents, and put in my first bit of actual content after this. Note that I have no clue what sort of order these may actually wind up being written in; this is just the approximate order in which I believe the concepts were (ill) concieved. Some of them have had more thought put into them than others, and others may never even happen at all, but we'll see.
1. Muted Colors/Gentle Colors (Yura, Yuudachi, cliche date thing)
2. Perfect View (Fubuki, Akagi, cliche date thing extra)
3. Darker Waters* (Submarine Princess, survival horror thing)
4. The Legend Of Nagamon And Foobie (Nagato, Fubuki, comedic memey thing)
5. Tatusta Terror (Civilian, Tatsuta, comedic fluff thing)
6. The Only Good Abyssal (Blatant crack piece thing)
7. Yo Dawg, So I Heard You Like Ships... (Blatant shippy valentines(?) thing)
8. The Hawaii Incident/Regent Collection (Battleship movie crossover thing, may have several parts)
9. A Walk In The Rain** (Shouhou, Self-Insert admiral, terrible self-indulgent waifu thing)
10. Daughters Of The Sea (Weird semihistorical viking thing)
11. Berlin, City Of Night (Bismarck, character focus thing)
12. In The Dark (Fubuki, Murakumo, weird moody thing)
So yeah, here we go.
*Fun fact: This was a working title for Waves Of Change at one point.
**I shouldn't write this. I want to, but I really shouldn't.
Very self-indulgent.
I'll go ahead and make the OP the table of contents, and put in my first bit of actual content after this. Note that I have no clue what sort of order these may actually wind up being written in; this is just the approximate order in which I believe the concepts were (ill) concieved. Some of them have had more thought put into them than others, and others may never even happen at all, but we'll see.
1. Muted Colors/Gentle Colors (Yura, Yuudachi, cliche date thing)
2. Perfect View (Fubuki, Akagi, cliche date thing extra)
3. Darker Waters* (Submarine Princess, survival horror thing)
4. The Legend Of Nagamon And Foobie (Nagato, Fubuki, comedic memey thing)
5. Tatusta Terror (Civilian, Tatsuta, comedic fluff thing)
6. The Only Good Abyssal (Blatant crack piece thing)
7. Yo Dawg, So I Heard You Like Ships... (Blatant shippy valentines(?) thing)
8. The Hawaii Incident/Regent Collection (Battleship movie crossover thing, may have several parts)
9. A Walk In The Rain** (Shouhou, Self-Insert admiral, terrible self-indulgent waifu thing)
10. Daughters Of The Sea (Weird semihistorical viking thing)
11. Berlin, City Of Night (Bismarck, character focus thing)
12. In The Dark (Fubuki, Murakumo, weird moody thing)
So yeah, here we go.
*Fun fact: This was a working title for Waves Of Change at one point.
**I shouldn't write this. I want to, but I really shouldn't.
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Muted Colors
ColdGoldLazarus
Contrary Quester, Spreadsheet Queen, Pink Flamingo
- Location
- Challenger Deep
- Pronouns
- She/Her
The first impression Fubuki got was of a faint smile. Yura stood silently in the doorway, looking into the room yet politely waiting for permission to enter, and making no effort to bring attention to her presence to speed up such an invitation. She scanned the room back and forth, up and down with a watchful gaze, but her demure, almost… unfocused grin was as much an inherent constant of the universe as gravity or death. Did her expression give nothing away because she willed it, though, or because there was nothing to give away?
Fubuki frowned. That was rude of me, even to think. I am sorry, Yura-san.
Physically, the light cruiser was… alarmingly plain. Apparently she wasn't a recent summon, having served at the naval base for almost eleven months - and the anniversary of the Abyssal War's beginning was only a scant two weeks away. With that in mind, Fubuki had been wondering how she hadn't noticed the 'senior' ship around before, but now she understood - even if she had, there was no way she would have noticed her amongst the multitude of louder (or even just audible) colors and personalities on base. Yura wore a simple white-and-sandy-green sailor outfit not too different from Fubuki's own, yet somehow it just felt blander. Her hair was a faded, silvery shade of pink, if one strongly stretched their definition of the word 'pink,' and she looked about with olive-green eyes that dulled the light without outright absorbing it. Her hairstyle was at least unique, with a long ponytail wrapped in a dark grey ribbon, going all the way down to her knees. Otherwise, she was just… so very, very plain, and her vague, contented half-smile only added to this effect.
She was here for a purpose, though - Yuudachi had been trying (and failing miserably) to hold back her nervous excitement for this night for the past week, to the point where even Fubuki was glad it was finally here just so she'd have to stop hearing about it - and Mutsuki's patience hadn't lasted nearly so long.
Yuudachi, for her part, was busy digging through her drawers, back to the door and oblivious to her date's presence. Also, there was the fact that she was still half-dressed, with her underclothes and skirt on, but still rifling about in search of a top. Yura's gaze certainly lingered enough to be considered normal, but she was still polite enough not to openly ogle, and only a light blush adorned her cheeks. Fubuki was tempted to just watch and see how the situation developed, but she finally settled on clearing her throat. "Yura-san, welcome."
"Wait, what, po-IIIIIIIIEEEEEEOOooowwww…" Yuudachi's head smashed against the underside of one of the open drawers above, and she sank back down to the floor in a crumpled heap. Instantly, both Yura and Fubuki were at her side; the latter apologizing profousely and the former asking if she was okay.
Once Yuudachi's eyes stopped looking like spirals, Yura held up a peace sign. "How many fingers am I holding up?"
"Um… Two-poi?" the dreaded Nightmare Of Solomon offered, blinking in adorable confusion.
"Oh, she's fine," Fubuki grinned, but Yura suddenly held a hand to her chest, sweating and wearing a strange grimace for a moment, until the threatened heart attack thankfully passed.
In that time, Yuudachi realized just who was leaning over her… and that she herself was still only clad in a bra. Blushing furiously, she shot to her feet and not-quite-roughly pushed a hapeless Yura out the doorway. "I'll be ready in five minutes, poi!" Slamming the door and pressing her back against it, the destroyer's panicked gaze sought out Fubuki. "What do I do?" She all but hissed, "I don't know what to wear, poi!"
Fubuki blinked at her friend. Slowly, she reached up one hand and placed her palm on her forehead, closing her eyes and attempting to quell the rising tide of exasperation. "Yuudachi-chan, this is your first date. And Yura-san wasn't wearing anything remotely fancy, so I don't think she's expecting you to, either."
A long silence. "Oh, that makes things easier, poi." Yuudachi shrugged, grabbed one of her usual black uniform shirts and pulled it on, and after a quick check in the mirror to make sure her hair was presentable, she all but bounced over to the door in excitement. "Yura, I'm ready to go, poi!"
When she opened the door again, it was to find Yura with a somewhat more strained smile, and a downright grumpy-looking Mutsuki waiting with crossed arms, glaring at a patch of wall next to the door. Fubuki could immediately see where this was going, and behind Yuudachi's back, waved for her other friend not to say anything.
"Is something wrong, poi?" Yuudachi immediately asked in concern, and Fubuki's waving grew even more frantic. Thankfully Mutsuki seemed to take the hint, sliding past with a muttered "Just tired."
Yura, though, frowned at the interaction, an inquisitive tilt to her brow. Fubuki immediately made further, increasingly wilder gestures to her, attempting to convey it's not your issue, don't worry, just go enjoy your date all at once. Somehow it worked, as the light cruiser simply shrugged and turned her focus back to Yuudachi. "Shall we go?" Though Yuudachi did cast one last worried glance at her friend, she quickly leapt back to excitement, trailing after the taller girl like some sort of puppy.
"Is that what I look like when I'm with Akagi?" Fubuki wondered. "Nah…" As the door closed on the retreating couple, she turned to Mutsuki and crossed her arms. "Okay, confession time. I understand being a bit annoyed by her talking about this all week, but you've been downright hostile the past couple of days. What's up?"
Mutsuki's glare redoubled, then just as quickly faded away entirely, replaced by a belligerent pout. "Fine, I… I am a little jealous."
Fubuki blinked. "Of Yura? Why didn't you say anything before?" Oh, this was going to be a mess to sort out; the whole incident with Kaga, Zuikaku, and Shoukaku had taught her that love triangles were never as fun as they seemed in the books.
"It's not that!" Mutsuki quickly stammered, waving her arms in front of her. "I'm jealous of Yuudachi and you. She's going on a date with Yura. You'll be leaving with Akagi in an hour. And I'll just be sitting here… cleaning up Yuudachi's mess." She grimaced at the pile of clothes left behind by her friend's earlier frantic searching. "I'm going to become the new Ashigara, aren't I?"
Fubuki wasn't sure whether to laugh, hug her friend, or just shake her head in disappointment, so she eventually opted for Option D. "You won't become Ashigara-sensei. I'm sure you'll find someone you like!" Mutsuki gave a shaky, half-disbelieving grin, but after a moment, nodded acquiescence. Now to drop the other shoe. "However," Fubuki began, crossing her arms, "That doesn't mean you should have acted that way! Yuudachi-chan's going to be worried about you now, wondering what she did to make you mad. Hopefully you haven't spoiled her date outright!"
Mutsuki sighed. "I… I owe her lots of apologies, huh? I've been pretty mean."
"You think?" Fubuki raised an eyebrow, and realized she had a sudden new appreciation for Nagato and Ooyodo; being the responsible one was hard. "Here, I can help you pick up. I don't have to go for another…" she checked her watch. "Fifty minutes, and it'll only take me twenty to get ready." She'd had the foresight to pick out her outfit already, and took a shower shortly before Yuudachi's clothing rampage had begun, so she was considerably more prepared for her own date. (It helped that this was her fourth, so she'd already made most of the rookie mistakes for once.)
"...Thank you." Mutsuki nodded, and the two set about clearing up the floor in a companionable silence. One that didn't last long, as the redhead looked up thoughtfully. "To be honest, I really don't get what she sees in Yura anyway, though."
Fubuki frowned. "It's rude to talk about people behind their backs, you know."
"I'm just saying. Neither of us even heard of her until Yuudachi-chan started talking about her, but she's been here longer than any of us three. She's not even like the submarines, who are known for being sneaky. She just… blends into the walls, she's so… plain." Something about this still didn't sit right, but Fubuki couldn't outright deny what her friend was saying. Hadn't she been thinking about how boring Yura looked, not fifteen minutes ago? And Mutsuki kept on. "Maybe she's a robot. Beep Boop. Fourth ship of the Nagara class. Love? Does not compute." Despite herself, Fubuki laughed a bit at this.
And then the door opened. Yura marched in, implacably moving toward the two, towering over them with her eyes hidden beneath her bangs. The two destroyers scrambled out of the way, but she didn't stop - at least, not until she reached Yuudachi's bed, where she grabbed up a small leather rectangle. "Yuudachi left her wallet behind, and we need to pay for the reservation," She offered by way of explanation, before marching back out the door just as quickly as she'd appeared… but not fast enough to hide the sound of a slight sob.
Mutsuki and Fubuki stared at each other, both suddenly feeling inexplicably awful. "How much do you think she heard?"
Fubuki closed her eyes. "Knowing the way the universe works? All of it."
Fubuki frowned. That was rude of me, even to think. I am sorry, Yura-san.
Physically, the light cruiser was… alarmingly plain. Apparently she wasn't a recent summon, having served at the naval base for almost eleven months - and the anniversary of the Abyssal War's beginning was only a scant two weeks away. With that in mind, Fubuki had been wondering how she hadn't noticed the 'senior' ship around before, but now she understood - even if she had, there was no way she would have noticed her amongst the multitude of louder (or even just audible) colors and personalities on base. Yura wore a simple white-and-sandy-green sailor outfit not too different from Fubuki's own, yet somehow it just felt blander. Her hair was a faded, silvery shade of pink, if one strongly stretched their definition of the word 'pink,' and she looked about with olive-green eyes that dulled the light without outright absorbing it. Her hairstyle was at least unique, with a long ponytail wrapped in a dark grey ribbon, going all the way down to her knees. Otherwise, she was just… so very, very plain, and her vague, contented half-smile only added to this effect.
She was here for a purpose, though - Yuudachi had been trying (and failing miserably) to hold back her nervous excitement for this night for the past week, to the point where even Fubuki was glad it was finally here just so she'd have to stop hearing about it - and Mutsuki's patience hadn't lasted nearly so long.
Yuudachi, for her part, was busy digging through her drawers, back to the door and oblivious to her date's presence. Also, there was the fact that she was still half-dressed, with her underclothes and skirt on, but still rifling about in search of a top. Yura's gaze certainly lingered enough to be considered normal, but she was still polite enough not to openly ogle, and only a light blush adorned her cheeks. Fubuki was tempted to just watch and see how the situation developed, but she finally settled on clearing her throat. "Yura-san, welcome."
"Wait, what, po-IIIIIIIIEEEEEEOOooowwww…" Yuudachi's head smashed against the underside of one of the open drawers above, and she sank back down to the floor in a crumpled heap. Instantly, both Yura and Fubuki were at her side; the latter apologizing profousely and the former asking if she was okay.
Once Yuudachi's eyes stopped looking like spirals, Yura held up a peace sign. "How many fingers am I holding up?"
"Um… Two-poi?" the dreaded Nightmare Of Solomon offered, blinking in adorable confusion.
"Oh, she's fine," Fubuki grinned, but Yura suddenly held a hand to her chest, sweating and wearing a strange grimace for a moment, until the threatened heart attack thankfully passed.
In that time, Yuudachi realized just who was leaning over her… and that she herself was still only clad in a bra. Blushing furiously, she shot to her feet and not-quite-roughly pushed a hapeless Yura out the doorway. "I'll be ready in five minutes, poi!" Slamming the door and pressing her back against it, the destroyer's panicked gaze sought out Fubuki. "What do I do?" She all but hissed, "I don't know what to wear, poi!"
Fubuki blinked at her friend. Slowly, she reached up one hand and placed her palm on her forehead, closing her eyes and attempting to quell the rising tide of exasperation. "Yuudachi-chan, this is your first date. And Yura-san wasn't wearing anything remotely fancy, so I don't think she's expecting you to, either."
A long silence. "Oh, that makes things easier, poi." Yuudachi shrugged, grabbed one of her usual black uniform shirts and pulled it on, and after a quick check in the mirror to make sure her hair was presentable, she all but bounced over to the door in excitement. "Yura, I'm ready to go, poi!"
When she opened the door again, it was to find Yura with a somewhat more strained smile, and a downright grumpy-looking Mutsuki waiting with crossed arms, glaring at a patch of wall next to the door. Fubuki could immediately see where this was going, and behind Yuudachi's back, waved for her other friend not to say anything.
"Is something wrong, poi?" Yuudachi immediately asked in concern, and Fubuki's waving grew even more frantic. Thankfully Mutsuki seemed to take the hint, sliding past with a muttered "Just tired."
Yura, though, frowned at the interaction, an inquisitive tilt to her brow. Fubuki immediately made further, increasingly wilder gestures to her, attempting to convey it's not your issue, don't worry, just go enjoy your date all at once. Somehow it worked, as the light cruiser simply shrugged and turned her focus back to Yuudachi. "Shall we go?" Though Yuudachi did cast one last worried glance at her friend, she quickly leapt back to excitement, trailing after the taller girl like some sort of puppy.
"Is that what I look like when I'm with Akagi?" Fubuki wondered. "Nah…" As the door closed on the retreating couple, she turned to Mutsuki and crossed her arms. "Okay, confession time. I understand being a bit annoyed by her talking about this all week, but you've been downright hostile the past couple of days. What's up?"
Mutsuki's glare redoubled, then just as quickly faded away entirely, replaced by a belligerent pout. "Fine, I… I am a little jealous."
Fubuki blinked. "Of Yura? Why didn't you say anything before?" Oh, this was going to be a mess to sort out; the whole incident with Kaga, Zuikaku, and Shoukaku had taught her that love triangles were never as fun as they seemed in the books.
"It's not that!" Mutsuki quickly stammered, waving her arms in front of her. "I'm jealous of Yuudachi and you. She's going on a date with Yura. You'll be leaving with Akagi in an hour. And I'll just be sitting here… cleaning up Yuudachi's mess." She grimaced at the pile of clothes left behind by her friend's earlier frantic searching. "I'm going to become the new Ashigara, aren't I?"
Fubuki wasn't sure whether to laugh, hug her friend, or just shake her head in disappointment, so she eventually opted for Option D. "You won't become Ashigara-sensei. I'm sure you'll find someone you like!" Mutsuki gave a shaky, half-disbelieving grin, but after a moment, nodded acquiescence. Now to drop the other shoe. "However," Fubuki began, crossing her arms, "That doesn't mean you should have acted that way! Yuudachi-chan's going to be worried about you now, wondering what she did to make you mad. Hopefully you haven't spoiled her date outright!"
Mutsuki sighed. "I… I owe her lots of apologies, huh? I've been pretty mean."
"You think?" Fubuki raised an eyebrow, and realized she had a sudden new appreciation for Nagato and Ooyodo; being the responsible one was hard. "Here, I can help you pick up. I don't have to go for another…" she checked her watch. "Fifty minutes, and it'll only take me twenty to get ready." She'd had the foresight to pick out her outfit already, and took a shower shortly before Yuudachi's clothing rampage had begun, so she was considerably more prepared for her own date. (It helped that this was her fourth, so she'd already made most of the rookie mistakes for once.)
"...Thank you." Mutsuki nodded, and the two set about clearing up the floor in a companionable silence. One that didn't last long, as the redhead looked up thoughtfully. "To be honest, I really don't get what she sees in Yura anyway, though."
Fubuki frowned. "It's rude to talk about people behind their backs, you know."
"I'm just saying. Neither of us even heard of her until Yuudachi-chan started talking about her, but she's been here longer than any of us three. She's not even like the submarines, who are known for being sneaky. She just… blends into the walls, she's so… plain." Something about this still didn't sit right, but Fubuki couldn't outright deny what her friend was saying. Hadn't she been thinking about how boring Yura looked, not fifteen minutes ago? And Mutsuki kept on. "Maybe she's a robot. Beep Boop. Fourth ship of the Nagara class. Love? Does not compute." Despite herself, Fubuki laughed a bit at this.
And then the door opened. Yura marched in, implacably moving toward the two, towering over them with her eyes hidden beneath her bangs. The two destroyers scrambled out of the way, but she didn't stop - at least, not until she reached Yuudachi's bed, where she grabbed up a small leather rectangle. "Yuudachi left her wallet behind, and we need to pay for the reservation," She offered by way of explanation, before marching back out the door just as quickly as she'd appeared… but not fast enough to hide the sound of a slight sob.
Mutsuki and Fubuki stared at each other, both suddenly feeling inexplicably awful. "How much do you think she heard?"
Fubuki closed her eyes. "Knowing the way the universe works? All of it."
ColdGoldLazarus
Contrary Quester, Spreadsheet Queen, Pink Flamingo
- Location
- Challenger Deep
- Pronouns
- She/Her
I should probably clean this up at some point, but yeah, that's the third thing I wrote for Kancolle, and the first I posted on SV. (The first two were WoC-related and will be going that thread when the time is right, but still) It's been a long year (plus a few months) since then, and it's strange to look back on that time. It really did kind of set the tone for my writings on this site, for better or for worse...
Also, I found the weird omake/alternate endings I'd come up with back then:
I got nothing.
Also, I found the weird omake/alternate endings I'd come up with back then:
And Mutsuki kept on. "Maybe she's a robot."
Yura burst in, eyes glowing with an inhuman light. "You have learned my secret!" She cried, her arm transforming into an advanced-looking alien cannon. "I'm sorry, but I cannot allow you to live!"
With two bursts of light, it was all over.
Yura burst in, eyes glowing with an inhuman light. "You have learned my secret!" She cried, her arm transforming into an advanced-looking alien cannon. "I'm sorry, but I cannot allow you to live!"
With two bursts of light, it was all over.
And Mutsuki kept on. "Maybe she's a robot. Beep Boop. Fourth ship of the Nagara class. Love? What is love?"
"Baby don't hurt me!" Yura burst in, wearing shades and a mildly tacky suit. Fubuki could only stare in shock and horror as a disco ball descended from the ceiling, casting multicolored light around the dorm room, and Yura began dancing.
"Baby don't hurt me!" Yura burst in, wearing shades and a mildly tacky suit. Fubuki could only stare in shock and horror as a disco ball descended from the ceiling, casting multicolored light around the dorm room, and Yura began dancing.
I got nothing.
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ColdGoldLazarus
Contrary Quester, Spreadsheet Queen, Pink Flamingo
- Location
- Challenger Deep
- Pronouns
- She/Her
It's happening. It's been happening over the course of the past several days and will continue on through the remaining two weeks of the schoolyear. Doesn't mean I won't be on at all (Currently taking a break in the middle of a study session to post this; Muted Colors was a pretty simple copy-paste from the original post elsewhere) just that you can expect to see less of me than usual
I'm not sure why you're reading this thread, then, (I mean, nothing to say you can't of course, just wondering why you'd look at a fanfic thread for a franchise you're not into) but alright.
Kantai Collection is a mobile game centering around the spirits of WWII warships brought back to life as cute anime girls, to fight creepy eldritch ghost ships known as the Abyssals that have shown up to ruin humanity's collective day. Pretty simple concept, pretty convoluted mechanics, pretty amiguous worldbuilding that is regardless full of a ton of potential. If you want to know more, here's the main SV thread and here's the wiki. There was also an anime for it, but it was... flawed.
So yeah, that's the gist of it.
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- Location
- State of Denial
Sad to say this was pretty much my opinion of Yura before her k2. Giant ponytail is interesting, but meh stats and bland design and personality otherwise
ColdGoldLazarus
Contrary Quester, Spreadsheet Queen, Pink Flamingo
- Location
- Challenger Deep
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Yeah. I found it strangely endearing in its own way, and decided to play around with that a bit.
obssesednuker
Commander of 10 Million Men
- Location
- In the Kremlin, activating Perimtr.
What's the basis for shipping her with Yuudachi, if I may be so bold?
ColdGoldLazarus
Contrary Quester, Spreadsheet Queen, Pink Flamingo
- Location
- Challenger Deep
- Pronouns
- She/Her
I do believe I found a piece of fanart (there isn't much, but more than you'd think) shipping them very shortly after I finished watching the show, and the character contrast appealed to me. It's one of those weird connection-less pairs that should just be crack but that I somehow wound up taking seriously. The latter half (whenever I actually finish it, lol) actually is about their dynamic as I picture it, both the good and the bad.
EDIT: It's even weirder that I ship it because I usually hate boisterous/shy pairings due to the almost 'stay in the kitchen' power imbalance typical in such a relationship. There are exceptions, of course, but it's still something I don't tend to like.
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