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 Magic4 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.
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 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
1x03 Rosa Raines and the Vanishing Airship(part 2)1x03 Rosa Raines and the Vanishing Airship(part 2)10 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
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)1 year 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?
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.
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 De Lally CaravanEmil is going to kill Leon. He isn’t sure when, where, or how he will do it, but he is certain he will do it eventually. This is the fourth time he has been forced to go inside a bar by himself. He is underage, naïve, and not the least bit threatening in anyone’s eyes—unless of course, someone in this room happens to be afraid of meek, large-eyed boys with the skin and hair of a lab rat. Without Leon, Emil feels small, exposed, and weak. He hates this part of Knale, and he wants nothing more than to retreat into the comforts of his flat and sleep his worries away. Of course, that isn’t going to happen today. Today, the De Lally Caravan summoned him, and when the De Lally Caravan summons, he must answer.The De Lally Caravan4 months ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
He looks back to how it all began, an innocent boy nearing adulthood at a blooming seventeen hoping to find work and fulfilled aspirations in the form of a Knale resident. Knale is the largest and most advanced city in the entire world, housing some of the b
No More Floating BluesSee those airships coming in, babe, floating down from the blue.No More Floating Blues2 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
There was a time for floating, and that time is through.
I was out there in Montana, I was under that big sky.
The thought of you here in the city made me sit and sigh.
Baby, let's go out for breakfast, there's a place just up the block.
They'll serve you anything you like, and we can sit and talk.
Anyone who sees us will say there are two good friends.
And we know that is true, but that is not where it ends.
We can go to the theater when the evening arrives.
We can get lost in the play and found in our lives.
This is not a phase I'm in, a temporary stage.
My life's an open book, with your name on every page.
A great storm is coming, no mistaking the signs.
Time to moor every airship and check all the lines.
Alternative Solutions (My first Steampunk)Alternative Solutions (My first Steampunk)2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"There's GOT to be a way around it," Sherlock raged softly from his corner of the flat, lifting his magnifying goggles away from his eyes to rest in a tangled black nest of curls. The tiny chart of the underground facility stared elusively back at him, its secrets no less divulged than they had been an hour ago. "But there's nothing for it," Sherlock sunk into a state of lamentation in his armchair, legs outstretched until his saddle-print boots nearly intruded on John's personal space.
"The bases are air-tight, not even Mycroft could sneak someone into one of them. They've got double and triple backups on everything, a checkpoint every three yards. There's no way in and no way out without being privy to the fifty-digit sequence of a puzzle that only their approved pilots have memorized."
John looked up over his bulky newspaper, one eyebrow quirked.
"Not that I couldn't easily memorize it, of course," Sherlock snapped hastily as he glanced at his fobwatch for a split second, "But the p
AirshipAirship5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Captain Severence Constantine Archer was just drifting off to sleep when the transmitter began beeping. He thought briefly about ignoring it, but as a captain, he knew he couldn't. It could be important... It had better be an SOS or death dispatch, he thought. With a sigh, he got up and grabbed his jacket, tossing it on over his bare chest. He zipped it up, took a seat at his desk and flip the switch to receive the transmission. The vacuum tubes hummed for a moment while they warmed up, and after a few seconds the screen flickered on. General Harver McCoy's face appeared on the screen, the windows behind him showing midmoring sunshine of Britain's territory in Hong Kong.
"Good evening, General," Archer began, putting a quite emphasis on the time, though he doubted the other man actually cared that here in the Atlantic it was still the middle of the night. He and McCoy had never gotten along well. Archer suspected that the older man would have long ago dumped him at a deskjob and forgot
AphroditeLightning crackled in seven hues across Serpentine's faceted flight visor. The steering yoke buffeted against her thighs with the eastward winds. She gripped the stick with a gloved hand, and reached up to grab the speaking tube.Aphrodite4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Doc! Whatever you're going to do, do it fast!" she screamed into the brass funnel, "the Everstorm will chew us up if we stay here much longer!"
As if to prove her point, the Aphrodite lurched like a kicked-over watering can against the storm-wracked winds. The starboard rotors missed a beat, and Serp's stomach jumped into her throat. It was a long way down into the Maw, and she was flying without backup pinions; the winds would only shred them.
Serpentine's urgent plea pulsed down the magnetic reverb tubes to ring like a funeral bell inside the Aphrodite's tiny cargo basin, made tinier by the metal slab bolted to the basin's deck. Crammed into the small space between the slab and the portside bulkheads was a chickenbone of a man with wild, red h
A German SurpriseA German Surprise: Or, A 1983 Doomsday Tale Through a Nation's EyesA German Surprise3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Somewhere above the Alpine Confederation. 2009.
"Herr Beilschmidt?" Prussia heard one of the Royal Guardsmen bellow, turning around to find the man in an crisp dark blue ceremonial uniform standing in attention. "We should be arriving at Linz within the hour. And with respect, please try to keep this matter discreet."
"I'll keep that in mind, Falkner," he smirked casually. "Thanks for the tip though! And if that's all, o take a breather!"
Keeping an inconspicuous envelope tucked under his arm, the albino couldn't help but grin approvingly as the officer left his spacious though simple quarters. The small collection of maps, replica paintings and photographs showcased the past and present glories of his people, all centered around the crest of the Black Eagle. Though inconspicuously, those either dating back to his East German days or the fights with Poland were blotted out.
CidxVincent Neglected 7CidxVincent Neglected 76 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
CidxVincent ~ Neglected 7
Vincent pulled his shackles off quietly. Hojo had just left and now it was a good chance to escape. Vincent looked around the dim chamber only to find his cape covered with blood. He drapped it around his naked body and slid out into the silent dark hallway.
He walked a few feet untill he heard footsteps. He froze and slowly crouched down on the floor. "Crap..."
The footfalls got closer. There was nowhere to hide and he couldn't get back in the chamber without being heard. Suddenly, a loud hoarse cough came from the darkness. It sounded familiar to Vincent...was it...
Vincent stood up straight and looked out to see a figure. "...Cid?"
The person moved into view and sure enough, it was Cid. Vincent felt himself smile. He pulled his cloak closer to his body and put his head, tiredly, on Cid shoulder.
Cid was overjoyed that Vincent wasn't hurt and wrapped his arm ar
Dissidia Quotes: Cid HighwindCid HighwindDissidia Quotes: Cid Highwind3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
1. Hey, do you know who the hell I am?
2. Who the hell are you?
3. Get out outta my way!
4. You're starting to piss me off.
Low HP: Gonna cry on me?
Low HP: Pick yourself up already.
Strong Opponent: This is gonna be a big splash.
Strong Opponent: Whadda want?
Weak Opponent: Don't piss in your drawers.
Weak Opponent: Piss off already!
Warrior of Light: Does battle truly suit you?
Garland: A fool like you shames that name.
Firion: You're bit of a grouch, aren't you?
The Emperor: What and uncouth individual.
Onion Knight: You do know smoking is bad for your health, right?
Cloud of Darkness: Sink into the hazy darkness.
Cecil: It'll take a lot to put you down.
Golbez: Determinations must be part of that name.
Kain: Don't rush to die like a fool.
Bartz: Do you work with Crystals too?
Exdeath: Witness a true oblivion!
Gilgamesh: Too expensive of a habit for me!
Terra: Could you please watch your mouth?
Kefka: At least there's no banana suit this time!
Pony POV Series: Shining Armor Part 6 2/2Pony POV SeriesPony POV Series: Shining Armor Part 6 2/22 years ago in Drama More Like This
Shining Armor Part 6 2/2
Written By lz0291
Edited by Alex Warlorn, Kendell2, And Louis Badalament.
Alright, we ran after the dogs. They seemingly had heard the gun fall silent, and had stopped to reload. They seemed to be trembling greatly, as if they'd done the math and come up with the correct answer as to why. The shorter one practically dropped his weapon.
"Drop your weapons!" Frost yelled.
"Put the weapons down and stay where you are!" Audience.
"I'd listen to them!" I, Mr. Bad-Shot, said.
They did so, then ran away again: the larger of the two grabbing his shorter packmate and carrying him piggyback.
"Let's go, Bro!" He barked.
I heard a noise behind us, and turned. Another dog-shape was heading for the volley gun.
"I think there might be more behind us. Something went up to check on that one we left behind."
"Noted, sir. I'll keep an eye out," Audience nodded.
The running dogs before us however, were heading for light at the end of the tunne
Dalek Week: Generations 2012Sophie reached out ghostly fingers to stroke Deryn's sleeping face. "I wish I could have her as a daughter-in-law."Dalek Week: Generations 20122 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"It would be interesting," Franz agreed. "But she would never survive the politics of the empire."
"I think you underestimate her," Sophie said. "She and Alek are perfect for each other. That's all that matters."
"But Alek isn't"
Sophie laughed. "Do you really not know your own son well enough to recognize that he is in love?"
Franz searched for words, finally settling on, "He's fifteen"
"So is Deryn," Sophie replied. She knelt beside the girl's bed and gazed sadly at her. "They're in the middle of a war, Franz. It causes childhood to flee rather quickly." Franz didn't reply and Sophie sighed. "Wouldn't you want our son to be happy, not forced to be in a place where he will spend the rest of his life regretting the day he became emperor?"
"What are you suggesting?" Franz sputtered.
"I'm suggesting the empire can go hang," Sophie replied bitterly. Franz opened
The Adventurer's LamentGive all my love to ages past,The Adventurer's Lament3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To times of wealth and wonder;
To adventurers, to lands unmapped,
To pirate's loot and plunder.
Tell history to wait for me,
Though I am far and gone
There's one path left for me to take
Before my journey's done.
I sailed these skies once like a king,
In search of gold and glory,
My body strong, mind clear and sharp,
Pursuing airship quarry.
Alone, I flew the seven seas,
And countless distant lands;
Mount Kailash and the Himalays,
The cruel Saharan sands.
It was the world of yesteryear,
With mountains white and wide
With deserts shifting, sun ablaze
Which beat my weathered hide;
With ruins swallowed up by sand
And skies of high azure,
With tribes unknown and jungles deep,
With monoliths and moors.
Alas, the past's a quiet thing,
She ne'er speaks more than once;
The shining world I once knew
Has vanished into dust.
The clouds, once gold as angel's hair,
Now glower black with coal;
Below, a city indifferent, grim,
In fog as thick as wool.
Flight Of the Harmony: Chapter TwoRainbow Dash struggled to control the helm. The airship was a wild beast beneath her hooves, but she knew how to tame her.Flight Of the Harmony: Chapter Two3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She wasn't used to driving this kind of blimp; most of her experience was on the nimble and agile Pegasi ships, and the wood and metal mastodon that she was riding was neither of those.
The Harmony had her merits, however. It was a truly majestic craft, and, like most Unicorn ships, she had a complex set of levers set around the wheel, allowing the captain almost total control over the ship's movements. In fact, that was the most complex controls of any vessel Rainbow Dash had ever seen. She understood just enough of it to maneuver the main engines, and that was enough for what she had in mind.
A few acrobatic stunts, a couple of flips and tricks, then she could land among the praise and admiration of all.
Well, unless they took this the working way. She did, technically, steal the ship, and they might have not been too forgiving of that. But after she brought the
Promise - Part 2Promise Part 2Promise - Part 26 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Katara screamed when she heard the window behind her shatter. She whipped around, water streaming out of her pouch, turning into sharp ice shards as they flew at her attacker. But before they reached their target, Katara stopped them. Instead of the armoured firebender she had been expecting, there was only Toph. But it wasnt Toph as Katara had ever seen her before. For the first time since she had met the earthbender, she actually looked like the 12-year-old girl she was, frail and tiny. Katara tried to figure out why she looked like that, and then she realised that Toph was alone. Suddenly her eyes went wide, and the question she didnt want to ask came to her lips.
T-Toph w-wheres Sokka?
At the mention of her name, Toph slowly pointed her face at the waterbender. As Katara looked at Tophs tear-streaked face, she saw true fear and pain. It reminded her so strongly of her own reflection in the days after her mother had die