DDH-144 Kurama is also referenced in that picture, named for Mount Kurama.
So it's no surprise to find a Touhou-style crow tengu.Wikipedia said:
Kantai Collection - Fanfic Idea and Recs
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Uber Cross
1945: Battleship-class Uber Yamato has just finished Cruiser-class Uber Sweetwater and is decimating San Diego. Suddenly hammered by shells he turns and faces two Girls coming from the harbor seemingly festooned with miniature cannons. One bears the Designation BB-37 the other BB-39.
You could also set it earlier and have the allied forces not gain access to ubers(Stephanie gets killed escaping) and instead they figure out how to preform the summoning ritual.
1945: Battleship-class Uber Yamato has just finished Cruiser-class Uber Sweetwater and is decimating San Diego. Suddenly hammered by shells he turns and faces two Girls coming from the harbor seemingly festooned with miniature cannons. One bears the Designation BB-37 the other BB-39.
You could also set it earlier and have the allied forces not gain access to ubers(Stephanie gets killed escaping) and instead they figure out how to preform the summoning ritual.
Pyeknu
Cross-Dimensional Magical Sith Lady
- Location
- Fort Erie, Ontario, Canada
Here's a listing of "human" names for all American vessels above destroyer-class as would appear in my "A Girl's Name" storyline and The Seventh Shipgirl. For ease of reading, I'll break the list down into types. Note that the names will be listed this time as "Hull Number/Ship Name/Human Name". Hull classification symbol codes are noted with the class name; for ease of reading, the ships are broken down by class. As the storyline of 7SG has a certain German heavy cruiser in American service in salute to Belated Battleship, she is also here.
UNITED STATES (ship prefix USS [United States Ship])
SAIL FRIGATES
AIRCRAFT CARRIERS
LIGHT AIRCRAFT CARRIERS
ESCORT AIRCRAFT CARRIERS
TRAINING AIRCRAFT CARRIERS (reclassified from IX [Miscellaneous Auxiliary])
ZEPPELINS
BATTLESHIPS
BATTLECRUISERS
LARGE CRUISERS
HEAVY CRUISERS
LIGHT CRUISERS
PATROL GUNBOATS
Note that some ship names are of my invention. For those of you who might wonder about CB-4 of the Alaska-class, look below:
THE PHILIPPINES (ship prefix BRP [Barko ng Republika ng Pilipinas])
UNITED STATES (ship prefix USS [United States Ship])
SAIL FRIGATES
AIRCRAFT CARRIERS
LIGHT AIRCRAFT CARRIERS
ESCORT AIRCRAFT CARRIERS
TRAINING AIRCRAFT CARRIERS (reclassified from IX [Miscellaneous Auxiliary])
ZEPPELINS
BATTLESHIPS
BATTLECRUISERS
LARGE CRUISERS
HEAVY CRUISERS
LIGHT CRUISERS
PATROL GUNBOATS
Note that some ship names are of my invention. For those of you who might wonder about CB-4 of the Alaska-class, look below:
THE PHILIPPINES (ship prefix BRP [Barko ng Republika ng Pilipinas])
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- Location
- Iceland
Say what you want, but this just has got to show up here;
NEW LIFE PRESERVER HAS TWO PROPELLERS - Popular Science (Feb, 1933)
NEW LIFE PRESERVER HAS TWO PROPELLERS - Popular Science (Feb, 1933)
Pyeknu
Cross-Dimensional Magical Sith Lady
- Location
- Fort Erie, Ontario, Canada
And here is the list of all French ships of light cruiser class and above, plus one special entry that is inspired by one of CuttySark's delightful one shots, On Her Majesty's Hochseeflotte. Again the ships are listed by class, listed as "Ship Name/Human Name". I'm also including all the ships that could have been build hadn't a certain treaty went into effect after the Great War.
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FRANCE (no universal ship prefix)
AIRCRAFT CARRIERS
SEAPLANE CARRIERS
BATTLESHIPS
HEAVY CRUISERS
LIGHT CRUISERS
TRAINING CRUISERS
And the special entry here:
ALGERIA (no unified ship prefix)
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FRANCE (no universal ship prefix)
AIRCRAFT CARRIERS
SEAPLANE CARRIERS
BATTLESHIPS
HEAVY CRUISERS
LIGHT CRUISERS
TRAINING CRUISERS
And the special entry here:
ALGERIA (no unified ship prefix)
ARBITRACOM
Sic transit gloria mundi
Kokyo Active NEETs released a preview for their fifth KanColle Orchestral Album.
I legit cheered up and down my chair at 6:57 when Combined Fleet Sortie kicks in.
I legit cheered up and down my chair at 6:57 when Combined Fleet Sortie kicks in.
- Location
- Iceland
If torpedos could grin, these four would be grinning like loons. Um… scratch that… they were grinning like loons as they snuck into the torpedo bunkers.
It looked like a nice morning.
The sun rose, painting the base in orange flames, which the guard thought looked particularly poetic and vibrant this morning.
An hour later, there was a loud scream. "MY ROOM!"
It was soon followed by others. "Lookit the mess! It's a MESS!" "AAAH! THE WAREHOUSES!"
The reason for the screams, howls and yells was obvious by now. Everything had been painted in various shades of orange, and strips of gauze dyed orange added, either hanging or tied to gas-filled balloons, to imitate movement.
The guard sat morosely in the guardroom. It had looked like a nice morning.
The Marauders grinned even wider as they got on with their eyelid inspections in the torpedo racks.
Late edit: See rule #150 in this site's Rules thread.
It looked like a nice morning.
The sun rose, painting the base in orange flames, which the guard thought looked particularly poetic and vibrant this morning.
An hour later, there was a loud scream. "MY ROOM!"
It was soon followed by others. "Lookit the mess! It's a MESS!" "AAAH! THE WAREHOUSES!"
The reason for the screams, howls and yells was obvious by now. Everything had been painted in various shades of orange, and strips of gauze dyed orange added, either hanging or tied to gas-filled balloons, to imitate movement.
The guard sat morosely in the guardroom. It had looked like a nice morning.
The Marauders grinned even wider as they got on with their eyelid inspections in the torpedo racks.
Late edit: See rule #150 in this site's Rules thread.
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ARBITRACOM
Sic transit gloria mundi
Silhouette on the stage is our possible preview of the CV, upcoming in the next event which is titled Strike through the West! Europe Rescue Operation. Swordfish is already in the game as the monthly ranking reward.
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Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
You know how usually in fanfics, Fairies are described as being representative of souls of crewmembers, right? Came across an interesting quote from a volunteer on CSS Acadia:
- Location
- Iceland
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- Iceland
This is so troublesome:
SS Richard Montgomery: The Thames' Ticking Time Bomb | Amusing Planet
And now I'm sitting about, imagining a Liberty shipgirl constantly worrying about her cargo.
SS Richard Montgomery: The Thames' Ticking Time Bomb | Amusing Planet
And now I'm sitting about, imagining a Liberty shipgirl constantly worrying about her cargo.
To be fair, Liberty's crews usually more concerned with merchant raiders rather than
safely regulated cargo.
ijnfleetadmiral
CinC Rengo Kanmusutai
- Location
- Admiral's Bridge, HIJMS Kongo
Thought I would contribute my first fanfic on here. I was inspired a drawing I found via Google search of the kanmusu at Bikini Atoll.
Divine Light
The early-morning tropical sun beat down on the pristine lagoon. One might think this was the perfect spot to lay on the beach and play in the surf, but no. Now it was being used for tests…tests to calculate the might of a new weapon. One that had been used before…to terrifying results.
Battleship Nagato shifted uncomfortably against the post she was chained to, glancing around at the other ships nearby. This was the cherry on top of the ultimate humiliation: surviving the war when so many of her friends hadn't. None of her fellow battleships had survived; Haruna, Ise, and Hyuga had all gone together in the final days of the war. When she'd heard of it, she'd screamed to the heavens, asking why she had not been permitted to go as well.
And now…
Now she was paying for things she'd had no control over. The fact that she'd had the honor of being Gensui Yamamoto's flagship at the start of the war earned her Class-A War Criminal status among the American shipgirls. She'd been persona non-grata for nearly a year now; even the destroyer-transports who'd docked alongside her before leaving Japan had virtually ignored her presence. Then came the ignominy of the voyage to Eniwetok…her engines barely functional, sprouting leaks and going dead in the water in the middle of a major storm at sea…Sakawa – disarmed and helpless – attempting to tow her but suffering engine troubles herself…all experiences she'd rather forget. She'd only had cursory repairs done after the war, just enough to get her here, and now she was feeling every one of her 26 years of service.
Sakawa had fared little better in the American's reception of her; the only reason for that was because she'd never actually fought against the U.S. Navy, having been commissioned too late to see active combat. She'd been scheduled to go out with Yamato-san and her group to Okinawa, but had been forced to stay behind due to fuel shortages. She'd never met her sisters Agano and Noshiro, and had fallen apart when informed of Yahagi's sinking. Privately, Nagato commiserated with her; she herself had never really recovered from Mutsu's loss.
"HEY, JAP!"
The battleship's reverie was broken by a shout from astern. An American submarine with the number '305' painted on her conning tower was yelling in Sakawa's direction. For her part, the light cruiser showed no sign of reacting; she'd been catatonic since Yahagi's loss.
"JUST THOUGHT YOU'D LIKE TO KNOW, I SANK YOUR SISTER BACK IN '44!" the submarine laughed cruelly, seemingly insulted that she couldn't get a reaction from her target.
Nagato yearned to swing her 16-inch guns around and blast the baka submarine; at this range, the impudent sub-girl would be reduced to nothing. But she had no control over her great guns anymore…they'd gone silent since her return from the hell that had become known as the Battle of Leyte Gulf. So many of her friends had been lost in those three days, but the greatest loss had come the following month when Kongo had been sunk by a submarine en route home to Japan. While she and Yamato had cried numerous tears over the loss, poor Haruna had been inconsolable.
And now one of her few remaining friends was being harassed by another of those undersea killers. So, she did the only thing she could: she spoke up.
"Leave her alone!" she snarled, using the best 'flagship voice' she could still muster. "Look around you…you're in the same situation she is!"
"She's right, Skate," another voice spoke up from just astern of Nagato. "We're all in the same boat, as it were. So just shut up if you don't have anything nice to say!" She turned to Nagato and smiled nervously. "I apologize for her…some of us relish rubbing in the surrender." She glanced over at Sakawa, who was staring vacantly off at nothing, silent tears running down her cheeks, and stated quietly, "I don't mean to state the obvious, but your friend does not look well."
"She isn't," Nagato replied. "She lost all three of her sisters in the war, and was commissioned too late to even have a chance of avenging their memories."
"Poor girl," the unseen shipgirl replied, then stated, "Sorry for not introducing myself…I'm light carrier Independence, CVL-22."
"Battleship Nagato," Nagato replied, and she could hear a smile in Independence's voice when the carrier replied.
"I know who you are," the American warship confirmed. "We were at Leyte Gulf together."
Further conversation was stopped by a commotion farther away to starboard.
"Y-You can't do this! I've done so much for this country! Take me to President Truman…I demand to see President Truman!" Saratoga wailed as tugboats pushed her into her designated position. The highly decorated carrier – whom, Nagato realized as a sharp pain lanced through her heart, reminded her so very much of an Americanized version of her dearly-departed sister – wailed, in the middle of a complete breakdown. Seeing such a famous carrier so distraught was by no means helping the nerves of several destroyers nearby, and cruisers Pensacola and Salt Lake City tried to calm them down even as they struggled not to lose composure themselves.
"Jesus H. Christ, would they just fucking get this over with?!" Battleship Nevada, anchored off Nagato's port quarter, yelled out. "I mean, come on…we all drew the Dead Man's Hand…end it already!"
The sound of a plane far overhead caught all their attentions.
"I think you might be about to get your wish," Nagato mused.
The optics on the shipgirls saw the plane's bomb bay doors slowly open, and then a single bomb was dropped and began floating down towards them on a parachute. Every one of the cruisers, carriers, and battleships knew what kind of bomb it was.
"Hipper! Blücher! Ich komme, meine Schwestern! Mein liebster Bismarck! Ich werde dich bald sehen, meine Liebe! (Hipper! Blücher! I'm coming, my sisters! My dearest Bismarck! I'll see you soon, my love!)" they heard Prinz Eugen cry out, a near-ecstatic tone to her voice.
"Okie?" Nevada murmured dazedly, seeing something the rest of them didn't.
"Princeton…" Independence trailed off.
"Tang? Lagarto? What're you doing here?" Skate sounded startled.
"Yahagi onee-sama!" Nagato was startled by the emotional cry from Sakawa.
Then she heard it…that teasing laugh she hadn't heard since that fateful day in early June 1943. She shifted in her chains and saw Mutsu standing nearby, smiling that special smile she'd reserved solely for Nagato, extending her hand to her sister.
Nagato struggled mightily against her chains and, using a final burst of strength as a proud member of the Big Seven, managed to partially free one arm. She reached out, grasping Mutsu's hand and returning her sister's smile as the world vanished in a blinding flash.
Divine Light
The early-morning tropical sun beat down on the pristine lagoon. One might think this was the perfect spot to lay on the beach and play in the surf, but no. Now it was being used for tests…tests to calculate the might of a new weapon. One that had been used before…to terrifying results.
Battleship Nagato shifted uncomfortably against the post she was chained to, glancing around at the other ships nearby. This was the cherry on top of the ultimate humiliation: surviving the war when so many of her friends hadn't. None of her fellow battleships had survived; Haruna, Ise, and Hyuga had all gone together in the final days of the war. When she'd heard of it, she'd screamed to the heavens, asking why she had not been permitted to go as well.
And now…
Now she was paying for things she'd had no control over. The fact that she'd had the honor of being Gensui Yamamoto's flagship at the start of the war earned her Class-A War Criminal status among the American shipgirls. She'd been persona non-grata for nearly a year now; even the destroyer-transports who'd docked alongside her before leaving Japan had virtually ignored her presence. Then came the ignominy of the voyage to Eniwetok…her engines barely functional, sprouting leaks and going dead in the water in the middle of a major storm at sea…Sakawa – disarmed and helpless – attempting to tow her but suffering engine troubles herself…all experiences she'd rather forget. She'd only had cursory repairs done after the war, just enough to get her here, and now she was feeling every one of her 26 years of service.
Sakawa had fared little better in the American's reception of her; the only reason for that was because she'd never actually fought against the U.S. Navy, having been commissioned too late to see active combat. She'd been scheduled to go out with Yamato-san and her group to Okinawa, but had been forced to stay behind due to fuel shortages. She'd never met her sisters Agano and Noshiro, and had fallen apart when informed of Yahagi's sinking. Privately, Nagato commiserated with her; she herself had never really recovered from Mutsu's loss.
"HEY, JAP!"
The battleship's reverie was broken by a shout from astern. An American submarine with the number '305' painted on her conning tower was yelling in Sakawa's direction. For her part, the light cruiser showed no sign of reacting; she'd been catatonic since Yahagi's loss.
"JUST THOUGHT YOU'D LIKE TO KNOW, I SANK YOUR SISTER BACK IN '44!" the submarine laughed cruelly, seemingly insulted that she couldn't get a reaction from her target.
Nagato yearned to swing her 16-inch guns around and blast the baka submarine; at this range, the impudent sub-girl would be reduced to nothing. But she had no control over her great guns anymore…they'd gone silent since her return from the hell that had become known as the Battle of Leyte Gulf. So many of her friends had been lost in those three days, but the greatest loss had come the following month when Kongo had been sunk by a submarine en route home to Japan. While she and Yamato had cried numerous tears over the loss, poor Haruna had been inconsolable.
And now one of her few remaining friends was being harassed by another of those undersea killers. So, she did the only thing she could: she spoke up.
"Leave her alone!" she snarled, using the best 'flagship voice' she could still muster. "Look around you…you're in the same situation she is!"
"She's right, Skate," another voice spoke up from just astern of Nagato. "We're all in the same boat, as it were. So just shut up if you don't have anything nice to say!" She turned to Nagato and smiled nervously. "I apologize for her…some of us relish rubbing in the surrender." She glanced over at Sakawa, who was staring vacantly off at nothing, silent tears running down her cheeks, and stated quietly, "I don't mean to state the obvious, but your friend does not look well."
"She isn't," Nagato replied. "She lost all three of her sisters in the war, and was commissioned too late to even have a chance of avenging their memories."
"Poor girl," the unseen shipgirl replied, then stated, "Sorry for not introducing myself…I'm light carrier Independence, CVL-22."
"Battleship Nagato," Nagato replied, and she could hear a smile in Independence's voice when the carrier replied.
"I know who you are," the American warship confirmed. "We were at Leyte Gulf together."
Further conversation was stopped by a commotion farther away to starboard.
"Y-You can't do this! I've done so much for this country! Take me to President Truman…I demand to see President Truman!" Saratoga wailed as tugboats pushed her into her designated position. The highly decorated carrier – whom, Nagato realized as a sharp pain lanced through her heart, reminded her so very much of an Americanized version of her dearly-departed sister – wailed, in the middle of a complete breakdown. Seeing such a famous carrier so distraught was by no means helping the nerves of several destroyers nearby, and cruisers Pensacola and Salt Lake City tried to calm them down even as they struggled not to lose composure themselves.
"Jesus H. Christ, would they just fucking get this over with?!" Battleship Nevada, anchored off Nagato's port quarter, yelled out. "I mean, come on…we all drew the Dead Man's Hand…end it already!"
The sound of a plane far overhead caught all their attentions.
"I think you might be about to get your wish," Nagato mused.
The optics on the shipgirls saw the plane's bomb bay doors slowly open, and then a single bomb was dropped and began floating down towards them on a parachute. Every one of the cruisers, carriers, and battleships knew what kind of bomb it was.
"Hipper! Blücher! Ich komme, meine Schwestern! Mein liebster Bismarck! Ich werde dich bald sehen, meine Liebe! (Hipper! Blücher! I'm coming, my sisters! My dearest Bismarck! I'll see you soon, my love!)" they heard Prinz Eugen cry out, a near-ecstatic tone to her voice.
"Okie?" Nevada murmured dazedly, seeing something the rest of them didn't.
"Princeton…" Independence trailed off.
"Tang? Lagarto? What're you doing here?" Skate sounded startled.
"Yahagi onee-sama!" Nagato was startled by the emotional cry from Sakawa.
Then she heard it…that teasing laugh she hadn't heard since that fateful day in early June 1943. She shifted in her chains and saw Mutsu standing nearby, smiling that special smile she'd reserved solely for Nagato, extending her hand to her sister.
Nagato struggled mightily against her chains and, using a final burst of strength as a proud member of the Big Seven, managed to partially free one arm. She reached out, grasping Mutsu's hand and returning her sister's smile as the world vanished in a blinding flash.
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CompassJimbo
Where’s Your North?
- Location
- The former Rubber Capital of the World
Umm… I don't think that's how one characterizes Saratoga. It's blatantly obvious which meme comic you're referencing, and very few of us are fond of it after someone told us much about her history, and how undignified it is to have her be reduced to a gibbering mess. She knew she would die, but had already accepted it, knowing that if it wasn't her, it'd be Enterprise, who the public revered as a war hero (and anyone who dared suggest her would be crucified by the rest of the Navy and the American public), or an Essex sister, which would be a waste of a new-ish carrier that's expected to see many more years of service.
So when that plane flew past, she died not on her knees, wailing about the unfairness of it all, but died standing, knowing that the others were safe.
PAGDTenno
Verified Warmind. Probably on fire.
- Location
- South Carolina
My $.02:
Being sunk as a target isn't particularly traumatizing to ships. It's just a way to die. No different from going to the breakers, except in the details.
An analogy: Breakers: Dying of old age.
Target: Dying of a stroke.
It sucks, and it isn't something to look forward to. But that's a far cry from "world-shaking trauma".
Being sunk as a target isn't particularly traumatizing to ships. It's just a way to die. No different from going to the breakers, except in the details.
An analogy: Breakers: Dying of old age.
Target: Dying of a stroke.
It sucks, and it isn't something to look forward to. But that's a far cry from "world-shaking trauma".
- Location
- Iceland
And all that blam is just lying there, completely unregulated…To be fair, Liberty's crews usually more concerned with merchant raiders rather than
Just in case some airy-fairy has lost this from yon e-book reader:
Field Manual 1–20 (1942-04-20) — Tactics and Technique of Air Reconnaissance and Observation.
ColdGoldLazarus
Contrary Quester, Spreadsheet Queen, Pink Flamingo
- Location
- Challenger Deep
- Pronouns
- She/Her
After a long voyage through a strange land known as Gensokyo, (and a detour to Cybertron that ended in disappointment) I have returned.
Waves Of Change Chapter 3 is finally up! The first half, anyway.
...Is the movie out yet?
Waves Of Change Chapter 3 is finally up! The first half, anyway.
...Is the movie out yet?
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Kyte
Never quacked for this
The thing that sunk was a chunk of steel and assorted materials. It had no feelings or thoughts or dignity or anything.
However one wants to personify that chunk of steel is entirely up to the writer. You have zero right to say "No, that's not how it'd go".
E:
And really, why should the character just have to quietly accept whatever? Maybe I wanna characterize the shipgirl as a more selfish kind of person. Because people are like that. Maybe I wanna present a more "regular-people" version instead of the quasi-hero worship you guys gorge on. It's just a fucking chunk of what-is-now-scrap, for fuck's sake.
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And even the most dignitified has moments of weakness.
Moments where they can not help but go oh god why? while gibbering in terror, and similar.
Most of the time that comes near death.
Its a fact of life.
To quote my Grandpa (may god rest his soul and that he finds peaceful seas, clear skies, and quit lands) before I join the army.
"A soldier will die like a civilian will die and its final."
Its sad that I didn't understand that until after he left to join the rest of his old crew...
Moments where they can not help but go oh god why? while gibbering in terror, and similar.
Most of the time that comes near death.
Its a fact of life.
To quote my Grandpa (may god rest his soul and that he finds peaceful seas, clear skies, and quit lands) before I join the army.
"A soldier will die like a civilian will die and its final."
Its sad that I didn't understand that until after he left to join the rest of his old crew...
- Location
- Central Standard Time
Everyone will be at a different stage. Some will be angry, some will be in denial, some will be bargaining, some will be depressed, and a rare few will accept their fate.
That is life, and that is the Kubler-Ross model, which seems fitting.
That is life, and that is the Kubler-Ross model, which seems fitting.
Skywalker_T-65
Writer with too many ideas.
- Location
- United States
- Pronouns
- Plural/They/He/Her
And once again, am I reminded of why I don't use these threads anymore. Goddamn.
And since I am now unwatching it as well:
Use this if anyone, who isn't on Discord, has history questions for me.
For KC stuff, I'd say just use Destiny or my snip thread, depending. I'm not likely to respond to tags in here when coming in the thread just makes me various flavors of annoyed at minimum.
And since I am now unwatching it as well:
Use this if anyone, who isn't on Discord, has history questions for me.
For KC stuff, I'd say just use Destiny or my snip thread, depending. I'm not likely to respond to tags in here when coming in the thread just makes me various flavors of annoyed at minimum.
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
Yeah, sometimes... I am sorry that you're going to stop posting here though (and God knows that if some of my favorite ships were treated like that...).
So... basically I can now make fun of you when you post? Or make fun and extremely out of character stuff of what you like? Well, you seriously come across as a real ass at times, you know?
ARBITRACOM
Sic transit gloria mundi
The movie was out for regular screening on early June; the DVD is due in the end of August.
I reviewed it here:
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