Airshipping Is MagicThe morning air was crisp and cool with barely a breeze blowing. The sky was crystal blue, and the rays of the sun played lazily across the green countryside. It was the perfect day, thought Twilight Blimple, for a flight.Airshipping Is Magic3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The little purple sparkly blimp slowly rose into the air, enjoying the wind as it played across her surface. Her propellers spun into life as she turned in a westerly direction, the fluted spire that jutted out from her control deck pointing the way.
Twilight wasn't a big blimp. Her gasbag was large but stubby, her fins small and protruding, and her purple gondola cabin was slung almost apologetically underneath. Growing up as a little balloon in the big city she had always been jealous of the other airships, who always seemed to be more graceful than she. But soon study had paid off.
Today, she was on an important mission. Today she had to ferry vital medical aid across Airquestria. A hailstorm had hit the town of Hull, and puncture repair kits were urgently needed.
The AirshipMemory is probably the oddest part of the mind, sometimes, it will recall events with vivid imagery, but only a day later, it might be unable to remember even a single moment of that same event. There is one event that, no matter how much time passes, will always stay deeply entrenched in my mind, when I was arrested as a political prisoner of the French Republic. Let me tell you how the events transpired.The Airship2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Before you can understand what any of it means, you will have to know a bit of background. It was the 30th year Queen Victoria's reign in the UK, or at least it should have been, if the French hadn't executed her and her entire family when they conquered the nation eighteen years ago. Europe has been divided between three great empires, the French, spanning from the Iberian Coast to the edge of the Alps, and following the Mediterranean coast over to the Russian Empire. The Russian Empire Holds most of the farther east parts of Europe and the entirety of Siberia, while finally, the Pr
Airship Pirates - PrologueCaptain Arthur Kirkland stood alone on the bridge of his airship, the HMS Britannica, gazing absentmindedly out at the dark smudge on the horizon through his spyglass. The strong headwind tousled his tawny hair, and the warm, late afternoon sun stretched his shadow out into a long streak across the deck and turned the Mediterranean Sea rushing past miles below the ship into a dazzling expanse of silver.Airship Pirates - Prologue4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I thought I might find you out here" came a familiar voice behind him, and Arthur turned slightly to watch his first pilot, Alfred Jones, emerge from the hatch in the middle of the deck, a pair of aviator goggles perched on his head.
"I certainly hope you have not left my ship unattended, Alfred" Arthur replied sternly, turning back toward the horizon again.
"Relax, old man, I let Peter steer for a bit. He's been dying to have a chance for ages now" Alfred said, leaning casually on the railing next to Arthur.
"Peter is irresponsible" the captain stated tonelessly. To be fair, Pe
Airship of Looooove- Part 1Airship of Looooove- Part 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Capt-BA's Book Four: Air - Chapter 8.5
Airship of Love
Previously on Avatar... According to MAI:
So even though the Avatar AND A FEW FRIENDS successfully brought an end to that war-thingy that everyone was so excited about they apparently didn't make a clean sweep of it and within a week of bringing their HEROIC JOURNEY to a close had to deal with a conspiracy of all their old enemies plus a few new third-raters. It started in Ba Sing Se where there was a big happy parade for which Katara wore her best feather bikini HUH I KNEW THAT GIRL WAS A STRUMPET and Sokka wore the most FABULOUS collection of furs I'd ever seen HONESTLY I WOULDN'T HAVE MINDED IF HE WENT WITH A FEATHER BIKINI TOO and then while they were distracted Ba Sing Se tried to retcon Fire into the element of Happy or something and when the Avatar objected HE LIKED 'HAPPY' BUT HE DID SPEND A LOT OF TIME LEARNING FIRE AND DIDN'T WANT IT TO GO TO WASTE LIKE HIS JUGGLING SKILLS they declared him a traitor and tried to c
Airship Grigori: PrologueGreen eyes roved over the ballroom, taking in the sights and sounds of hundreds of people partying in true Victorian style. Elaborate dresses moved with ghostly grace, gem and cog incrusted masks hid pale, powdered faces with painted lips curled up in coy smiles. The small girl in the corner watched it all, her forest green eyes missing no detail, forgetting no face (or mask). Her watchful eyes latched onto a red haired man, waltzing across the floor with some woman she didn't recognize. His intelligent blue eyes were hidden behind a gold mask, and the young girl could see the woman's blush reaching her rather ample bosom. He was Spirit Albarn, New Death Haven's newest mayor, and as he waltzed deeper into the crowd, laughing, he was completely unaware of the two pairs of green eyes that followed him.Airship Grigori: Prologue4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Stupid Papa," the smaller girl growled, clasping her gloved hands behind her back. Her ashy blonde hair was tied up into two sleek pigtails, tied off with simple black bows (the gears tha
Airship Grigori: 50 ThemesAirship Grigori: 50 Themes4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I do (not) own Soul Eater!
Airship Grigori: Tales of Captain and Crew
Soul and Maka
The two teenagers felt a warm sense of comfort knowing that just a mile away there was someone who would listen and never judge (on those nights when the piano just wouldn't cooperate and the liquor wouldn't stop flowing into her father's mouth).
He kissed her softly on the top of the head, softly whispering in her ear and reminding her of their plans as she sobbed into his chest, cursing her father to hell and back.
She wasn't stick thin like many of the girls that Soul was forced to mingle with, instead she had a soft layer of muscle and fat that made for an excellent pillow.
"Oh stop being such a crybaby," Maka hissed as she pulled the stitches taut, praying that her minimal medical knowledge would be enough to last him until they reached the next port (where she would immediately find a doctor to join their tiny crew of 4).
1x03 Rosa Raines and the Vanishing Airship(part 2)1x03 Rosa Raines and the Vanishing Airship(part 2)9 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Some things you can only learn by random experience. For example, it quickly became apparent that being tethered to two women rocking frantically and squealing indecipherably can make it considerably harder to escape from restraints.
'Phthp phtrggln', dmmmt!,' I snapped at them, prepared to trade almost any other moment in my life to have my mouth taped shut. They didn't seem to understand my polite instruction, and I couldn't entirely blame them.
It was hard to even move my fingers with the three of us pressed together like this, but I managed to get a hold of the rope binding Eliza's arms. Unfortunately, the knot seemed to be tied too low for me to reach--unlike my own, which I could feel pressing painfully against my forearms. I tapped Eliza's arm. She stopped making a racket and turned to me.
'Hmmm,' I grunted, jerking my head in the general direction of my arms. She turned her neck as far as it would seemingly go, her eyes scanning what they could see. Then, she nodded. Although i
Airship of Looooove- Part 2Airship of Looooove- Part 24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
CONTINUED FROM PART 1...
IV- If Only He Saw
Toph hated the song now broadcasting over the message pipes so much, that when Zuko marched in to the little dojo-room whistling that rather silly 'Little Temptress' song from earlier, it was almost a relief. Granted, the Fire Lord's whistling definitely needed some practice, but his choice at least couldn't possibly apply to Toph (although imaginging the ways it could was a fun if discomforting exercise). The twelve-year-old Earthbender was just positively sick of hearing a Kyoshi Warrior with a mournful voice lament the man whose gaze never turned to her, because it was ever drawn to a horizon that she could never compete with, giving the singer cause to wonder if the man even knew she was alive. It didn't completely apply to Toph, and the Kyoshi girl likely wasn't actually singing from the heart, but the lyrics were still driving Toph up a wall.
As rare as a good mood was for Zuko, especially since they met up again aboard The Wh
Airship Pirates - Chapter OneUnder the RadarAirship Pirates - Chapter One4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Matthew Williams still had no idea how he'd managed to end up as the navigator for the famous (or more correctly, infamous) pirate airship, the HMS Britannica. He'd always been a shy, unnoticeable boy, often overshadowed by his twin brother Alfred. Eventually, he just settled into the habit of following along with whatever his brother did.
So when Alfred decided he wanted to be an airship pilot, Matthew just shook his head and followed him to keep him out of trouble (or try to, at least). A few months later, they were picked up by an airman with a mechanical eye and a French accent, who turned out to be Captain Arthur Kirkland's second-in-command, Francis Bonnefoy.
"We have need of a good pilot" he'd said, scrutinising Alfred closely through his mechanical eye.
"I'm the best!" his brother had replied, almost indignantly, like the man had no right to even question his ability.
"Very well then. If you are willing to follow the orders of a pirate, you may hav
Guardian Angels: A Report on the Modern AirshipPhillip PirripGuardian Angels: A Report on the Modern Airship2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
November 1, 2132
Technology has always played a crucial role in human history and has only grown more influential and intertwined with our daily lives as it progresses. However, as our past has proven, often some of our most incredible advancements have been born from or used to create conflict. The twentieth century saw countless examples of warfare and conflict leading to leaps in technology. Although one could list off the various weapons created in this time period, an interesting pattern emerged as the technology matured. Once purely destructive innovations became something more as we unlocked their constructive potential. Rockets and explosives formed the foundation for our space exploration programs, atomic weapons were soon reformed into energy providing reactors that illuminated our cities, and wireless networks designed for military communication evolved into the internet that we know today, among several oth
1x03 Rosa Raines and the Vanishing Airship(part 1)'Aagck!' I barely managed to stifle a cry of pain. In a momentary lull, I had leaned against the steel pillar, forgetting the burning sun had made it--and, indeed, most of my surroundings--uncomfortably hot to the touch.1x03 Rosa Raines and the Vanishing Airship(part 1)11 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In my newest pursuit, I found myself paying my first visit to Copper Creek's airship dock. It was a rather impressive sight to behold; airships of various shapes and sizes were lined up along the skyward equivalent of a pier. In place of an anchor, each ship was held into place by a harness made out of steel poles and cables, keeping it suspended some distance above the ground.
And yet, something wasn't quite right. I had expected the dock to be bustling with people, preparing for journeys or just arriving in the city, as well as workers loading various goods onto cargo ships. Instead, there was barely anybody in sight, as though air traffic had taken the day off. There was one security guard at each end of the dock, and occasionally a few people would carry crates off
Bury the ChildBury the child in a broken coffinBury the Child4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with an empty censer, for who will pray?
You killed her with your bloody hands;
she starved for the food you stole.
She was your child, so beautiful,
with a sweet and untrained voice,
yet most who saw her told you
that she'd make the world rejoice.
When the winter came, she faded away,
shadows of monsters in clouds of steam
from the fires crying out in the hearth
drawing you back you back to your home
where they would tell you:
"She doesn't exist, there is no child.
Monsters and visions are lies.
All poets are dead to the world
and hope won't feed the stomach.
Hearts are not for dreaming,
only for your blood."
Oh dreamer, why did you listen to them?
You returned to find her gone.
To the place that you had stolen away to,
hiding the child in the snow.
Bury the child in a broken coffin,
who will pray for the golden dream?
Will you notice the phoenix,
Will you remember me?
Aboard the Airship Skipper thought for a second. He knew that there was only a minute left before the bomb went off. He looked up at the airship which was about half the size of New York City. An idea popped into Skipper's head. He ran over to Kowalski and ripped the bomb out of his flipper.Aboard the Airship3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"Skipper?" Kowalski asked, "What are you doing?" Skipper ignored Kowalski and picked up the mega-bazooka flipper that the ripped off of Sherman. Skipper stuffed the bomb into the mega bazooka.
"Rico" Skipper said, "Give me a grappling hook gun!" Rico nodded and hacked up a grappling hook gun. Skipper grabbed it and ran to the side of a building. He fired the grappling hook up and pulled himself upwards.
While he was still being pulled up, he looked at the timer. He had thirty seconds. He finally got to the roof, with only twenty-five seconds left. He belly-slid, and jumped on
AirshipsThe city lights dim,Airships6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shutting down for sleep,
Airships passing silently overhead
Passengers gazing out of diamond windows
At the darkness below
in a world of dreams
The sable cloak of night waves
as about their business go
the keepers of the dark
The watchers in the stillness
in the shadows
in the shadows' shadows.
Steam escapes from the chimneys
billowing upward to embrace the ships
Welcoming in a cloud of heat and tears
and copper piping.
What is made is not undone,
what is undone cannot be made,
In this city of darkness and dream.
And the people ever watch
as the grand design is played out below
in their forgotten memories
and shattered hopes.
A new world, a lost world found again
by the floating airships
And they float on, shadows quickly forgotten
leaving everything of value behind.
Bad Blood Runs Black - chapter 6 rev 1Bad Blood Runs Black - chapter 6 - by John "Basileus Ioannis"Bad Blood Runs Black - chapter 6 rev 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A cold sweat beaded on Pana's forehead as she slept uneasily, hiding under the cloth-covered table in the dark narrow corridor. She dreamt that Stengal the Weasel was chasing after her, with a horde of monsters behind him. Suddenly a huge black spider was in front of her, hanging in the center of a gigantic web, laughing at her. She recoiled, and tripped on something lying on the floor. As she fell, she turned over to see what it was. It was her father's dead body. His face was blue, and his Spatha was clutched in his hands across his chest. As she touched his face, suddenly his skin turned jet black, and he broke out in a big white toothy grin. He turned to face her. His eyes opened, and they were ruby red. He spoke to her, in a husky feminine voice, "Hey missy..."
"Hey missy," whispered Chawinda, shaking Pana gently. Pana awoke with a start and a gasp, hitting her head on the underside of the table. "Easy...it's time to go
Bad Blood Runs Black - chapter 3 rev 1Bad Blood Runs Black - chapter 3 - by John "Basileus Ioannis"Bad Blood Runs Black - chapter 3 rev 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Another day and night passed on the Silver Highway, with no further sign of the Blackstonian invaders and their big, armored Charrs. Haergrim the ranger walked nearly wordlessly, despite all of Pana's efforts to engage him in conversation about the invaders, about Lord Heizmall, about anything at all. Haergrim was an elf of few words. He wasn't unfriendly toward the human girl, but just kept his cards close to his chest.
So Pana spent the time looking around to make sure they weren't followed, for any sign of danger, but found none. She also marveled at the beauty of the land. White birch and poplar trees lined this stretch of the Silver Highway, many birds sang their songs and criss-crossed overhead, and one evening she even saw a deer with tremendous antlers.
There were farms on both sides of the road now, the odor of hay and manure hanging in the air, and the occasional farmer and his wagon full of sweet smelling spring b
My Little Airship Part 1The armor of the mighty Trottingham soldiers glinted in the moonlight, the infantry standing tall and proud, swords raised. Behind them two ranks of kerosene-powered trotting machines stood ready to fire, cannons aimed over the heads of the platoon. A zeppelin scouted no-pony's land at the center of the battlefield, its black metal skin sparkling in the ominous black and orange sky.My Little Airship Part 13 years ago in Profiles More Like This
The Dawnist infantry crouched behind their fortifications, knowing they stood no chance against the steel might of Emperor Blueblood's Clanker empire. But a row of genetically altered manticores loomed behind them, ready to devour any who dared retreat.
The attack had almost begun when Princess Twilight Sparkle heard somepony outside her door.
She took a guilty step towards her door- then froze in place, using a sound amplifier spell. Trees stirred in a soft breeze outside, but otherwise the night was silent. Mother and Father were at the Appaloosan border, after all, and the servants wouldn't dare disturb
Death of a NationEngland was dying. No one said it, he just knew. Truth be told, he'd been dying for a good while now, over two decades in fact. Maybe that was why it didn't scare him; he'd had time to come to terms with it. Or maybe it was simply that he was so very tired. He'd been sick since that day in 1983, vast burns seared into his flesh, his heart aflame. That had passed the burns (London, Manchester, Newcastle, Bristol, York, Leeds, and over a dozen others) scaring over. The sickness and hunger that followed had passed as well, although that had taken longer. But in the end, when it was all over and his people had clawed their way back from the brink, he'd found that they weren't really his people anymore. Where there had once been a single nation, him, there were now several and slowly but surely their inhabitants, even those who were old enough to remember how things were before, stopped thinking of themselves as English and started thinking of themselves as citizens of these new nations, anDeath of a Nation3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Airship worldWe've seen zeppelin survival explored as a side effect of virtually every POD set before last wednesday, but the a scenario where everything is focused on the survival of the zeppelin as the scenario's main core is all too rarely explored. The POD of course involves a combination of various disasters being avoided plus president Roosevelt deciding to embark on an ambitious project to follow up the TVA: the construction of an air merchant marine using airships that would of course use american-produced helium.Airship world2 years ago in Settings More Like This
The second world war, cold war and even much of modern history largely followed OTL's overall path, but there of course some differences. One obvious difference is that adding zeppelins into the equation doesn't mean the replacement or even sidelining of heavier than air travel. Zeppelins remain on the side but by the facts that 1) they require much less infrastructure to accomodate 2) airships can carry big loads of cargo and or passengers much cheaper than aircraft can.
The ReunionThe ReunionThe Reunion5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rated: Teen for romance. Kataang.
Summary: Katara stared in shock at the still body lying on the cushion. No he can't be (Not as serious as it sounds XD)
Disclaimer: "Avatar: The Last Airbender" is owned by Bryke, not me. If I did own Avatar, the show would have a sequel, and it definitely wouldn't be aired on Nickelodeon. LOL
LES: This story is not as serious as the summary makes it sound. Takes place during the Finale, immediately after the Firelord's defeat.
It happened as Suki loaded the now-harmless Firelord into one of the few Airships that hadn't been destroyed thanks to Sokka's Airship Slice attack.
The full enormity of the situation hit Aang at once. It was over. The war was over! The war had lasted one hundred years, and it made its presence known during Aang's every waking moment (and many of his sleeping moments) for almost a year; but with Ozai's defeat the world was at peace.
He suddenly realized how tired he was. It wa