#class of 3000 oc

[eminsunnytoons123]

Class of 4000:

Moony Nights, Sunny's whatnot Brother counterpart 🌜🌌

Ever since I have became interested in class of 3000 again And again developed a crush on sunny from class of 3000, I have even now created some whatnot Brothers And Sisters counterparts for the characters called 'class of 4000', And this is a small treat for Aaliyah @ducktoonz903707 =^_^=

Sooo.... Moony Nights is Sunny's whatnot Brother counterpart who teaches kids at the northley, And they get along very well, he nearly looks like Sunny except for the hairstyle, clothes, hat And his mole on his cheek =^////^=

And im still thinking of his headcanon voice actor And voice claim tho ^////^;

But i'll draw more characters from class of 4000 tommorow =^_^=

A small sneak peak: Mila Lopez's whatnot Brother counterpart will be a male~ *wink wink* =^w^=

I hope y'all will like this, especially Aaliyah @ducktoonz903707 =^_^= 🩷💛🧡

[nightkit92]

Art trade with @eminsunnytoons123 !!

tw: possible bright lights

Sunny, moony, salieri

Yar ✨

This is emi's oc!

[lukasdoodles]

Had an Idea to make my Punch Out Ocs into dnd characters so!!! I Did!!!! The above art is concept designs for them, there was a lot of back and forth but im pretty happy with the ideas now!! Below are the Characters from left to right, as well as their race/class!

Kaori - Tiefling Fighter/Wizard

Julia - Halfling Gunslinger

Ever - Elf Warlock

Jason - Satyr Bard

Thats it for now!! I have a few Ideas for actual PO characters that I MIGHT doodle up but idk yet!!! Had fun with these tho <3

[insanelyadd]

31 Doodles Of Halloween Year 10 | Day 14 | M

This is my 3000+ year old lesbian vampire. She's probably had one of the most insane evolutions of any of my OCs because she was originally imagined as a poorly designed, basic, sad, white boy vampire named Mac who was less than 50 years old. I changed all of that almost immediately. This is my first time ever drawing out this changed form though. I put her in a romper because I think rompers are cool and fashionable and not a big deal for a person who doesn't need to go to the bathroom. She's also from KCC like Elizabeth and Terri, but she was made up after the initial idea for the story, and not with the Main group from class A. She's in the B group that will steadily replace the A group as you resolve their storylines. She's dating a 1000+ year old necromancer named Lazura, pictured below:

Tomorrow is the start of dream week.

[animentality]

If you're playing baldur's gate, you need to tell me what race and class and subclass and origin you picked and also include pictures, and maybe a 3000 word essay on your oc, and gooooooo.

[invadernurse]

Catching Flies (Revised) Ch.11

Eh? Eh??? She's back?

Yep. I am.

If you're unfamilliar with the story: It's an Invader Zim fanfic with a Found Family trope, a slow burn romance with Professor Membrane, and a afab non-binary teacher!Reader (that's really more of an OC than anything at this point.)

Anyways Here's the link to the first chapter. And a link to the master post. And the previous chapter in case you wanna see if that sparks your memory.

Chapter 11: House of Chaos

Overall rating: Teen

Summary: You catch more flies with honey than vinegar. That’s what they say anyway.

Teacher!Reader makes the mistake of trying to help the two most troubled kids in your class. This leads to forming a science club, learning some childhood psychology, adopting an alien older than you, and somehow catching Professor Membrane’s interest.

Afab Non-binary Reader;

The reader does have a last name: Nemo– which means no-name.

The Membrane house was a bit different than you expected. You had thought it would be something grand-- a high-tech and sleek home that was the height of both technology and modern architecture. Instead, while it did stand out, it was also more...common. Like an ordinary two story house that was slightly modified but not much. And the inside, while eccentric, was normal. 

Absolutely normal.

It was so extremely weird. 

"So this is your teacher?" A small girl appeared next to Dib, who had answered the door along with Zim. She peered at you through thick eyelashes, a dark look in her golden eyes. "They don't look special."

"Gaz, be nice," Dib warned, shooting his sister a look. "Please?"

You offered a faint smile, a little disturbed by the odd feeling climbing up your spine. You weren't exactly one to believe in auras and energies, yet something about Gaz was decidedly ...different. You vaguely recall Meyer’s words, and could almost believe them. Almost. 

"You must be Gaz,” you greeted after a moment. “Your reputation precedes you."

She briefly looked at your offered hand and decided to glare at you instead. "And?"

Was this really an elementary student? She seemed far more than just a child. You could almost see why Meyers seemed so terrified of her. "...I try not to let my first impressions be tainted by other people's opinions," you said after a moment, gaining a faint smile. More of a smirk, really.

"Wise idea." She dismissed you as she pulled a GameSlave2 from her pocket, already absorbed in it by the time she settled on the couch. 

"Gaz is a terrifying creature," Zim whispered as the boys led you away from the living room and into the kitchen. "I have yet to see another human as formidable as her. Thankfully, as long as you don’t interrupt her video games or get between her and pizza, she will leave you alone.”

“Uh huh,” you said doubtfully, though you couldn’t help but notice the slight awe in his voice. 

“Master Dib! Oh and guests!” A robot rolled into view as you entered the kitchen, and as odd as it was, it made absolute sense for the Membrane home. It wasn’t anything like Zim’s parent-drones, but a blocky kind of robot, a chef’s hat on its head and an oven inside its body. “May Foodio 3000 interest you in an afternoon snack? Pizza rolls? Fruit? Smoothie? A nine-course banquet?” 

“Uh, pizza rolls I guess,” Dib answered distractedly as he set his computer up on the table. 

“Perfect! And for you?” The robot turned towards Zim expectantly, a smile on its simulated face, which Zim glowered at. 

“I don’t want any of your disgusting food,” he waved him off, settling into the chair across from Dib, while you reluctantly took the last seat. 

“Disgusting?” The robot… gasped. Somehow.  “Au contraire! I am the latest Foodio model, able to cook any desired course in a matter of minutes! From delicate baklava to something like a simple corn dog, nothing is too complicated for me! Please, I must insist! What is your favorite dish?” 

“Just order something,” Dib said before Zim could open his mouth. “It’s a fault in his programming, but he won’t give up until he gives you something.”

“Fine,” Zim sighed. “How about, I don’t know, a taco. Meatless!” he quickly added, “And plenty of that one sauce, what does Gir call it again? Flaming poo of death?” 

“Ah! Taco palace’s infamous deathly poo sauce!” Foodio’s eyes lit up as he clapped its hands together before turning to you. “And for you?"

“Uh,” you paused, racking your brain before asking about your favorite snack. 

“Perfect! I will be right back with your food!” 

“Whatever happened to Clembrane?” Zim asked as you watched in fascination as Foodio buzzed about the kitchen, his two hands moving faster than your eyes could keep up. 

“He just disappeared one night,” Dib answered, apparently knowing who (or maybe what?) Zim was referring to. “Which is kinda disappointing, I was starting to like the pudding too. Dad was happy though, he thought it meant he was completely healed from his hallucination.” 

“What?” You turned back, brows knitted in confusion at the last piece of the conversation. Both boys paused, as if caught red handed. 

“Nothing!” Both boys denied instantly, making you even more suspicious. You readied yourself to pry more when you heard a door open. The door just off the kitchen had opened, and you presumed it was to a basement of some sort as Professor Membrane stepped out, wiping some kind of dust off his white lab coat. 

"I figured you boys were ready to start on the blueprints today." Membrane stated as he entered, making you pause. You knew he had expressly invited you, but you were still expecting some kind of negative reaction. Instead, he seemed more preoccupied with a small device in his hands. "I borrowed this prototype from the R and D department. I think it will be quite helpful, and there is only a moderate risk of it self-destructing…" 

Professor Membrane trailed off, and it took a second to realize his attention was on you. You blushed and gave a small wave shyly, which seemed to spur him to action. 

"R-right, Mx Nemo. Sorry, I was, ehem, joking about the risk of this exploding. It's quite minimal, I assure you." 

Did he...stutter? The realization caught you off guard as he settled in between the boys, directly across the table from you. Yet there were no other oddities in his behavior; in fact as soon as the small device turned on, creating a holographic model of the boys' device, it was pure professionalism. 

Well, not pure professionalism. You were delightfully surprised to watch the three discuss the schematics, even if it was completely impossible for you to try to follow along. The discussion of hydraulics, power sources and outputs were far out of your level comprehension, but obviously not theirs. And watching the boys engage positively with someone other than you, someone who completely understood them, was amazing. Professor Membrane was patient to listen to them, and then either agree or explain the flaws or alternatives that would be better. 

After a while, however, you started to wonder what exactly you were doing here. The three were obviously off in their own little world, the two boys actually behaving and arguing productively without fighting or name calling. 

Maybe you should just leave? You glanced up at the clock; it was approaching supper time. You could use that as an excuse, even if Foodio's snack had quelled any hunger. 

"Are you sure we can't add a laser?" Membrane asked almost petulantly, drawing your attention from your thoughts. "It's the most practical means for guidance and targeting."

"You read the requirements," Dib sighed, scratching his head. "No lasers. Plus it would be too much for the battery. We're already pushing it."

"Well if you let me put a fission fuel cell there, we would have enough power for a million lasers to destroy our enemies with!" Zim snarled, frustration evident in his voice as well as the snarling expression on his face. 

Dib sighed and rubbed his nose. "For the last time, Zim. We're not using a nuclear power cell and it isn't a weapon. It's supposed to be for exploration only."

"We would explore our enemy's world first and then destroy them!" 

Zim started with the maniacal laughter until Gaz (who must have entered during the discussion without you noticing) decided it was too much and threw a cookie at him. "It's too early for that, Zim. Shut up."

"Now daughter, throwing food at our guests isn't nice."

"But his voice is so annoying." Gaz made her way from the counter to your side, and you tried not to act unsettled as she glared up at you with squinted amber eyes. "Are you smart enough to be more than cannon folder?"

"Uh…" What?

"We've talked about recruiting others for your schemes, Gaz," Professor Membrane said without missing a beat, his attention not even drifting from the holographic model he was tinkering with. "Besides, Mx. Nemo is hardly cannon fodder."

You swore he glanced at you from behind his goggles, yet you could see nothing but the light reflecting off them. Either way, you were highly curious, and rather disturbed, by what they meant by ‘cannon fodder.’ And the fact they were discussing it as if talking about meaningless death was normal… 

"It's Vampire Piggy Deus Ex Machina 3,” Gaz explained to her father, as if that made perfect sense. Which, it did actually. You were well aware of the Vampire Piggy series. “I need a second player and no one online is volunteering. Their day will soon come where they will regret not offering their sacrifice to me, but first I have to beat this boss." 

"While video games have their benefits, I am sure Mx Nemo likely has more important things to do," Professor MEmbrane sighed before you could say anything. “I can assist you later tonight or tomorrow.”

“But I need it now,” Gaz growled, clenching her small fists. “I have the other side quests completed. This is the only one left! If I don’t get it done now, I will die.” 

"Actually, I enjoy the Vampire Piggy saga,” you boldly interrupted as Professor Membrane sighed at the child’s dramatics. “I haven't played the Deus Ex Machina spin offs yet, but I'd be willing to give it a shot. I haven't been much help to you boys anyways." 

--+--

Was it slightly immature and improper of you to slip away from where your students were working to play videogames with their younger sibling? Probably. Would you have a massive anxiety attack about it later? Undeniably. 

Were you enjoying yourself as you and Gaz cleared out a den of vampiric swine together? Absolutely.

 The girl played far better than you expected someone of her age group with her quick reflexes and keen mind. There was no looking up walk throughs or anything as you put your minds together to figure out the puzzles, or strategize to defeat the Boar of all Vampires. 

It was like a throwback to your college days, making you almost giddy. When was the last time you were able to play a video game? Usually you were so overwhelmed with papers to grade and plans to revise that you never had time to even think about it.

Granted, you still had those left to do, and would regret this come morning. But right now you were enjoying the fleeting happiness and serotonin.

"Gazleen, Mx. Nemo, Dinner will be ready in exactly ten minutes and thirty seconds," Foodio called, and you glanced over, seeing the oven (?) that comprised his middle section glow warmly, though you couldn't see what was inside. "Please find an acceptable place to end the game and join us in the dining room."

"Ugh," Gaz sighed, already opening the menu to save while your gaze shot to the clock. It was a quarter past seven, which was far longer than what you intended. 

You swore under your breath, then winced as you noticed Gaz's cheshire smile, confirming she heard you. "I really should head home. It's far too late and I…"

"No no no! Dinner is nearly complete! I have calculated everything perfectly for everyones over all nutrition and dietary needs!" If it was possible for a robot to look distressed, Foodio looked absolutely panicked as it interlaced its fingers. "Having guests over has been an exciting new experience! Please stay!"

"Don't reject his food," Gaz muttered from your side. "He tends to malfunction when you do and can get a little murdery." 

You quickly looked between the robot and the small girl, trying hard to decide if she was kidding or not. Surely Professor Membrane wouldn't allow a defect like that to be around his children. After all, children could be notoriously picky eaters. 

Or maybe that was the way he got his children not to complain about their food. You couldn't tell if that was insane or brilliant.

"Mx. Nemo, I insist you stay. It's the least I could do to repay you." Professor Membrane spoke as he exited the kitchen, no doubtedly hearing your protest. 

"Y-you don't need to repay me…" you protested, wringing your hands together nervously. It was one thing to visit a student’s house to help with an after-school project…. Then end up playing video games for over an hour. But then to stay for dinner? As Repayment?  For what? "Honestly, I've been unprofessional enough today." 

His head tilted slightly while he crossed his arms. "I'm puzzled, I haven't seen any kind of unprofessional  behavior from you, today or any time before." 

You opened your mouth, already partially gesturing to the large tv where the game system's home screen was still visible, before Gaz grabbed your hand and pulled hard. 

"Just give up now and accept your fate." 

--+--

Surprisingly, dinner was going much better than you expected. It was more like a family affair despite you and Zim's presence, with all three children bickering between mouthfuls of food; something about bigfoot versus yeti which went over your head. Not that you were paying much attention. 

You had taken the seat next to the professor, and subsequently was pulled into an...interesting  conversation.

"Dib had explained how there was a reassignment for the science club," He started, eyebrows knitted in a frown. "I have to admit, that is quite disappointing."

"I know, I was so pi--frustrated," you quickly corrected as three pairs of relatively innocent eyes focused on you, as if they had specialized hearing for forbidden words, "when I was told. Mr. Boltzmann and Meyers made their mind up and I didn't even get a chance to throw my two cents in. I mean, I know I'm not exactly an expert in the scientific field, but no one else was trying. No one seemed to give a damn, and I bet that they still don't. Boltzmann only cares because he has new equipment to play with, and Meyer's a sexist pig who seems to thrive on causing misery." You stabbed the carrot with a little more force than needed, the metal of your fork scratching against the plate. The jarring sound broke through your dark thoughts and reminded you of your surroundings. 

Gaz didn't seem to be paying any attention as she devoured the pizza slice in front of her, while the boys on either side of her were either snarling with rage (Zim) or at least upset on your behalf (Dib.)

But you were more worried with the Professor's reaction to your impromptu rant. While he may somehow find your somewhat unprofessional behavior acceptable to this point, there was no way he wouldn't frown upon such behavior (or language) in front of the children. 

Of course, there was no possible way to study his facial expression; the goggles reflected the light that hung over the table, and the collar of his lab coat still covered everything below the bridge of his nose (though you had sworn you had caught a glimpse of his unshaven jaw while he had been eating. Just a split second of a dark five-o'clock shadow and pale skin. But it was more than anything you had seen on the web.) 

"Those insignificant pigs will cower before us!" Zim suddenly shouted, jumping up onto his chair and holding his spoon as if it were a weapon. "They shall rue the day-"

"Sit down," Gaz snapped, tugging harshly on his oversized shirt to set him off balance. "Be quiet. I'm eating."

"But revenge-!"

"No," you and Professor Membrane echoed one another, causing you to glance briefly at him and then blush. You didn't fail to notice he cleared his throat and adjusted his goggles almost nervously. 

"I'm touched that you feel that way," you started after a moment. "But it would be wrong of you to get involved. You could get in serious trouble, and that is the last thing you guys need."

"Mx. Nemo is right. We'll settle this, and in the meantime we want you to focus on your project." 

It was awkward yet inspiring to have Professor Membrane agreeing with you. Yet, you wondered if there really was anything anyone could do. "Besides, Meyers is sort of right," you admitted with a sigh. "Science and literature are two vastly different subjects. Boltzmann is far more qualified on paper for running a science club."

The outrage for Dib and Zime was instantaneous. "No!" Dib shouted while Zim scoffed.

"Hah! As if!" 

"I have found that just because someone has the right degrees and diplomas hardly means they are qualified for the job," Professor Membrane agreed. "While I have yet to meet this Bolt-man, I am inclined to disagree he is more qualified." 

"Can't a girl just eat her pizza? In peace?" 

[zponds]

Three days ago, I made a post showing my OCs from the legendary Union Pacific. Now this post will go over my OCs from the biggest railroad that UP absorbed; the…

And even though these engines are under Union Pacific ownership and make up UP’s Southern Pacific heritage fleet…

they’re only found in railroad territories that were once owned by Southern Pacific. And these engines are…

Daylight, the 4-8-4 class GS-4 #4449

Shenstone, the 4-6-2 class P-8 #2472

Adrienne, the streamlined 4-6-2 class P-14 and Sunbeam engine

Olson, the 4-8-2 class MT-4 #4376

Duncan, the 4-10-2 class SP-2 #5021

Bill, the 4-8-8-2 class AC-12 #4164

Ben, the 4-8-8-2 class AC-12 #4272

Mike, the 2-8-8-4 class AC-9 #3800

Sully, the 2-8-8-4 class AC-9 #3811

Carol, the EMD E7 #6003 and Shasta Daylight engine

Bonnard, the EMD E7 #6000 and Lark engine

Andrea, the EMD E7 #6001

Kempinski, the ALCO PA-2 #6042 and Sunset Limited engine

Donald (ALCO PA-2 #6023) and Douglas (ALCO PA-2 #6031)

Orange, the ALCO PA-1 #6006

Fiona, the ALCO PA-1 #6005

Coleen (ALCO PA-2 #6019), Talbott (ALCO PA-2 #6014) and Estelle (ALCO PA-1 #6008)

Patch, the EMD E7 #6017

Corri, the EMD E9 #6051

McDavid, the EMD GP9 #3873

Rosenberg, the EMD GP9 #5623

Thompson, the EMD GP9 #3000 and Holrich, the EMD GP9 #3006

[cheezekennith]

Heya Eli my dear =^_^=

Since you often request me some drawings of your OC's, i'll now request ya to draw Salieri from class of 3000 =^///^=

Here he is =^_^=

I'm sorry I'm too busy sorry 😞

[fashion4standusers]

THAT ANDRE 3000 POSE YOU HAVE IN YOUR TOP TEN POST... I'm actually using it as a reference for a JoJo oc of mine! Still in the process of getting it finished but I'm so excited to post it, I'm obsessed with how the original looks the man is gorgeous

YES that photo punched me in the face the first time I saw it because it's literally everything I look for when searching for stuff for this blog. I used to only know who Andre 3k was from the show Class of 3000 that was on when I was a kid (lmao) but he's a fucking fashion icon and yes he is BEAUTIFUL. I'd love to be tagged in your OC art when it's finished if you're cool with that 👀

[ceresoktavia]

!!💕

*throws a Pandora costume at little pidge* THE BOX HAS BEEN OPENED 😱 just kidding 😂

ladies and gentlemen, mesdames et messiuers, meine Damen und Herren; by demand of one little Pigeon I hereby introduce you to:

Vanessa Sandra Valentine

Commonly refered to as Vanny (her ancestors/substitute parents), Sandy (her siblings and some friends), Sparks (mostly her co-workers) or "natural Death" (only her commanding officer)

Once being born as my Andromeda OC (stop laughing, the show is great) , she by now has her entirely own story and the name is the only thing left of her origins.

Vanessa is about 1,60 tall (metric untis 😋), her original haircolor is believed to be red and her eyes are believed to be originally green.

Why believed to be? Well, her DNA is wildly unstable, which results in her being able to change her hair and eyecolor at will, as well as those just changing by themselves depending on her mood if she forgets to take her stabelizers.

Girl has been raised by her ancestors (people in this story live a very long time) and grew up very sheltered. She knows her parents, but doesn't want to have to do anything with her mother for, reasons, and her dad is dead.

In the world she belongs to, time has passed us by and we're very far into the future. How far? Haven't decided yet, but at least 3000 years +;

Mystical creatures have been living in hiding for a very long time and by now the different types have mixed up so hard among themselves and with other races throughout the galaxy, that they stopped to go by type of creature to categorize, you know like ethnic origin rn, and just went over to take the most outstanding power someone has and put it into levels from 1 to 6.

Vanessa's older sister is a Reactive Category 4, meaning she reacts as fast as an AI; her older brother is an Empath Category 5, meaning he can see peoples thoughts and emotions behind them like a shadow; her dad was categorized under Prolonged Lifespan 3, meaning his aging process was linked to his mental well-being; and Vanessa got the unpleasant joy of being a Regenerative Category 6, meaning you could cut her head off and it would just reattach if it was close enough to the rest of the body (people actually tried).

Her body also forms a crystaline shell if the damage that caused "death" can't be repaired immediately.

Girl found it out the hard way.

You see, mystical creatures, no matter how watered down the "magical" origin is, are hunted down for sports. They do everything to keep themselves hidden and have very few allies. Additional internal struggles after reavealing themselves some 500 years or so ago resulted in a full blown civil war, which made forming some sort of military necessary.

Vanessa was sent to basic military training at the age of 15, organized by her father before his demise to cure several ailments his youngest kid was dealing with. Cause military pays for treatments and dude was broke and up to his nose in debt.

Everyone in her class was around her age and all of them were just there to learn the ropes, push around a few papers for half a year and then be out of military. Imagine it as some sort of state treatment center camouflaged as basic military service.

None of them were ever destined to see any battle.

Some of their enemies took what was basically a school excursion as an opportunity to have themselves a "hunt".

They just massacred everyone, yes even Vanessa.

Though when the rescue team arrived and turned her "corpse" around, girl opened her eyes and grabbed the one turning her by the wrist.

That's also how they found out that her eyes being red meant she felt endangered.

After recovery, she was approached by the Head of a special tactics unit called "Shadows". They're pretty much one man/woman armies, operate on their own or at max with an AI partner, and either retrieve the worst of the worst criminals or just off them if they can't be handed over to jurisdication.

Of course she joins, climbing the ranks fast, like everyone in her unit, and earns herself the nickname "Sparks" for her affinity with electrics. Her commanding officer coded her as "natural Death" since she makes it look like natural causes if she has to kill.

...

wow ... um ... been infodumping a bit there 😅

but yeah, that's Vanessa everyone 😄

[eminsunnytoons123]

God... I dont know if I should ship Sunny with mila Lopez from class of 3000, or Oliver, or should be single....

I'll actually decide for these couple Days, And tommorow I wont go to School again, since I didnt go on wendesday, thursday And Friday ^///^;

[silverkittenx9]

I’ve noticed the lack of OCs in the Time Squad community, so I decided to change that. Everyone, I would like you to meet Officer Janet Jacklin, her robot partner XJ8, and her daughter, Emily. 

Much like Shelia and XJ5, they are going to be recurring characters (mostly only showing up when Tuddrussel and Larry’s team need help). Janet and Shelia were in the same history class as Tuddrussel and were top students (and best friends). She would later become very close friends with Larry 3000 when he was first assigned to the Time Squad corporation. Life was good... She was dating chief commissioner JT Lazer, she was regularly hanging out with Larry, and she was training to become a lieutenant just like her other best friend, Shelia. But... that all changed when she fell pregnant with Emily. JT never wanted kids, so he promptly dumped her for another woman. Several months later, Emily was born... and she developed postpartum depression that interfered with her job. Not helping is that maternity leaves aren’t allowed in Time Squad, so she would have to lug a baby around on her missions. Luckily for her, Larry had experience in babysitting, so she could trust him to watch over her while she did her missions. XJ8 was too busy with missions as well... plus she wasn’t good with kids due to her impatience and short temper (she’s similar to Karen from Spongebob SquarePants). Shortly after Emily was born, Larry and Tuddrussel rescued and adopted baby Otto Osworth from freezing to death in early 1990s Chicago. At first, Larry and Tuddrussel were hesitant to share information about their adopted son since they were scared of getting fired... but Janet came to visit one day and the secret was automatically revealed. However, she wasn’t upset... she was proud of Larry and Tuddrussel for saving the life of an abandoned baby boy, even if he was from the past. Otto was introduced to Emily, and they would become playmates from then on. To be fair, Otto does need to be around kids his own age to develop his social skills. As the lone child of a early 2000s Cartoon Network show, wouldn’t it be nice if he could relate to other kids his age? 

(Emily was inspired by Penny from the 2014 Mr. Peabody and Sherman movie) 

(I was originally going to post this a month ago, but I felt unconfident and nervous about it) 

[lov3rro]

Y❦ung l❦ve

Chapter one - “snacks and drama”

( Oc - Delani Moore | 21 | )

“Hmm, there's a place in Tribeca for 3000”

A girl named paige said, popping a fry into her mouth with one hand whilst pointing to an add in the paper with the other one.

“That's too expensive all the money I saved up won't even cover two months rent, I'm gonna have to work every second I'm not in class till graduation!”

Carly her best friend replied frowning slightly.

"Carly" Paige starts

"Don't even think about not going..."

"You've work so hard for this you can’t just not go." D

Paige says, giving her a concerned look.

Carly sighed, her eyes looking anywhere but the two girls.

“Good, because you know how proud we are of you.”

Paige said popping another fry in her mouth

“It's just an internship….” Carly said modestly, but they could see the excitement shining in her eyes.

“At Instyle Magazine!!” Paige squealed in unison.

“Or you could stay at the Waffle House as a waitress forever….” Paige says sarcastically.

“I'm good thanks!" Carly replied. The girls carried on looking through Instyle magazine until a voice spoke “Hey babe” he said sitting down next to Carly.

“Hi” She replied smiling.

Sorry there were two drunk red necks wrestling in the bathroom and I also think delani hates me now” Wade says turning to Carly

“What, why?” Carly responded confused

“Well-“

“ There's no rednecks in New York.” Said Paige, pointedly staring at Wade.

"No. There's not." Came his tight reply, followed by an awkward silence.

...

" Well, I'm gonna go see what Blake's doing, he seems to like that car more than me nowadays"

Paige said giggling before sliding out of the booth, leaving the young couple.

With Delani

Carrying her box of fries and soda to the counter to pay for Diner, delani had stopped when she felt someone staring at her, she noticed a guy staring at before sending a wink her way.

"Eww, God when where are those two” she groaned turning away" continuing to pay herfood, and headed turns the men bathroom.

“ Nick, Delton lets go i wanna eat! ” Dalani yelled banging on the door.

Delani walk out the diner building hanging around the front eating her food. As soon she gets a bite Nick and Dalton walk out. “Finally y'all took forever in there” delani said smiling widely at the boys,as they continue to walk closer to her.

Nick smirks and wraps an arm around her waist. capturing her lips with his.

Nick was Delani's “bad boy” boyfriend and Dalton was their best friend well Dalton was more like a brother more than anything. Nick and Dekani have been stuck together since they were kids. Three years ago they made it official.

It was love in first sight for her, she was really in love with him.

“hi baby” delani giggled

“Hello, darling” He whispers.

“Hi to you too Dalton”

“Hi, lani!” 

Nick pushed Delani closer to him, his arm around her waist and walks back toward the dinner table, not before kicking a homeless man's cup.

"What's up, crow man?" Dalton says to him.

"Get a job." Nick mutters, still walking.

“Nick, Dalton You know karma going to get y'all in the ass” Nick smilef

“Yea sure babe”

Before they can even continue they were already at the table, “That's nice. Yeah”

Delani sits with nick sitting next to her arm still around her neck. "So. What do you think, guys? Gonna be a sweet game tomorrow, huh?" Wade says, trying to start a conversation.

"Yeah." Nick says sarcastically, before drinking from his beer. Nick stopped being nice to Wade because Wade's is dating his sister. (honestly I don't remember if it's true but let's go by that) Of course he isn't going to like him.

Carly looks up and sighs. "Dalton, please don't film me." "What?" He looks around the camera he has pointed at her directly. "I'm not filming now."

"The red lights on, Dal." Delani says, taking a bite out of her food.

Nick reaches his right arm in front of Delani and pushes the camera down, "Put the camera down. She doesn't like having people up in her face." Nick glances at Carly. "She folds under pressure”.

Carly looked up slightly before putting her magazine down.

"You got something to say to me?" She asks, staring at her brother

"No. I think you've already spoken enough for the both of us." Nick smirks and stands up. "You guys are lame. I'm out of here”

Nick starts walking away hand in Delani’s dragging her away from the table not before Delani mouths a sorry at the grope.

[valkyrie-of-the-rising-sun]

Oh yeah I know I'm asking a lot but yeah sure I'll hear you ramble >:3

Oh boy here we go

So I think sleepy might have told you guys before in the pyramid server like, who knows how long (I kinda want to rejoin so I could hand out with you guys more but couldn't because. personal reasons but that's beside the point), but her oc Kisaragi is distant cousins with my ocs Hauyne and the younger sibling (also the fav but you won't ever hear it coming out of her mouth) of my deso oc Iseult. Hauyne is related to both Iseult and Kisaragi, but they're many generations removed from each other. I'm talking like at least 2000 years worth of generations, with Hauyne being more closely related to the generation (specifically she's the great-granddaughter of a warrior who took part in that conflict) that fought in the Great War 3000 years before the events of rejuv in my rejuv au (which I call the chroniclerverse).

So the three of them are what the verse calls the Sidhe, or aura wielders in a more layman term. They're basically a race that can use the abilities of Pokemon, either through forming a bond with their partner Pokemon or by assuming the form of a Pokemon themselves. Iseult, like her sibling Kisaragi, is in the former category; the Sidhes call them mageia, or those who have bonded. Iseult's bond partner is a deso shiny Cresselia named Vega, so she has psychic abilities which she usually uses to communicate with Kisaragi/her friends telepathically. They're the most common kind of aura wielders you can find in-universe, and appearance wise they are virtually identical to humans barring some animalistic traits that they've inherited from their bond partner.

Hauyne, on the other hand, falls on the latter category. The aura wielders usually call them Anima, or those who transform, but there are a rare few amongst the Anima who can assume the form of Legendaries and Mythicals which they call Eikons (or the exalted ones). The Anima are already a fairly uncommon bunch amongst the aura wielders, but the Eikons are exceedingly rare and only manifests within certain bloodlines. Anima and Eikons form the "aristocrats" and "noble" classes of aura wielder society, with the latter often becoming the leaders of each ancient clan, usually revered as an incarnation of the Legendary they worship.

The three of them are descendants of the dragon clan's nobility, although Kisaragi and Iseult's family were very far removed from Hauyne's so they were akin to minor nobility within their society. Hauyne, on the other hand, is directly descended from the dragon clan's ruling bloodline, but in the present day it was believed to have gone extinct in the aftermath of the Great War. Well, they're not completely wrong, because the bloodline's only surviving members are her and her sibling Orion. And with Orion having stepped out since they've chosen to affiliate themselves with Reborn, that left her as the last legitimate heir to the clan.

okay, gonna stop here before I start writing up a text wall kkljflsjflsdf. if you want we can talk more in discord :)

[writerben01]

Anon hate, Part 2

This morning I woke up to a bad comment without substance. I obviously deleted it. It’s not useful to respond to anonymous comments and the writer of them will not even see the response. But the annoying thing about anon hate is that it does make me want to respond. So let me just respond to the parts that jumped out to me here, for catharsis and entertainment.

For context, this is about my guilty pleasure fanfic Konoha Celestial Forge (KCF), which is a writing challenge where the main character randomly gets additional powers after I’ve written an x amount of words.

    […] this fic would be much more interesting if it were a SI instead of an OC.

I’m flattered you think I’m so interesting.

But really, the hubris to come into the comment section and complain about the basic premise and genre of the story. Hey Stephen King, IT would have been so much more interesting if it was a comedy; you already have the clown and goofy characters.

A self-insert story is characterized by a meta view on the Naruto universe. It’s someone who knows about earth morality and sometimes Naruto canon, using both to fundamentally change the Naruto world. These stories can be fun, but they are not the story I wanted to tell.

I wanted an OC. I wanted someone who was born into Naruto, thinks the Naruto universe is mostly normal, slowly getting introduced to all the alien perspectives that the Celestial Forge powers bring with it. It’s been fun to discover spells and go ‘ah yes, a ninja technique that is slightly strange’. Runic enchantment: ‘Forbidden Seals’. Creating Imps from pure magic: ‘I must have signed a summoning contract’.

As always, if you think a more interesting story could be told by changing the premise, feel free to write it.

I’m always open to suggestions and creative ideas. But you need to start with a ‘yes and’ instead of a ‘no because’.

    Finally…Why is it that authors always have to cripple MCs? There is such a thing a being average. Rather than being the best in his ninja class or an academy dropout incapable of even using chakra, why can’t he just be an average student ?

Urgh, it’s so annoying that we have to follow Goku. Why can’t we watch an average person in Dragon Ball Z? Why do we have to concentrate so much on the Z-fighters?! Why must we follow Naruto, the weakest Academy student, become Hokage? Kiba is far more average. Why couldn’t the series have been about him?

Some people are average, you know?!

The main character of KCF is weak, because he was given a gift of unlimited potential. It’s more interesting (to me) to see the weakest person get stronger than it is to see an average person getting stronger. Writing is often about extremes. Don’t have a single misunderstanding that ruins a date, have a dozen of them. More isn’t always better, but drama does require that we lean into emotions and ideas.

Like, this take is idiotic and reveals a complete lack of media literacy. Are you a child? In that case I’m probably being too mean. But the recent Twitter discourse about Starship Troopers shows that adults are capable of incomprehension of the most basic aspects beyond the obvious.

We can have average people in stories, having average lives and doing average things. Sure. There are great stories that do this. But it’s a trope as old as time to have the stable boy become the hero. To have the peasant become prince. To have Cinderella become the queen. In a story about low to high, let’s start as low as possible.

    It becomes tiresome when so many fics make their MCs the worst ever.

Then avoid them.

Are you trapped somewhere being forced to read tiresome fanfics in the same vein as Mystery Science Theater 3000? Do you need help? Do we need to call the police for you?

    I mean, this MC was getting tired doing normal chores. He sounds like he has less physical capability than humans in our world much less humans in Naruto.

He is a twelve year old that is spending his days doing heavy physical labour. He is tired because he’s pushing his body to its limits without breaks, knowing that anything else will leave him broke and then dead. So yes, when he’s doing chores he is spending energy he doesn’t have.

Like, obviously.

How much clearer do I have to be that he is in a bad position? That this is a symptom of a broken society where there is no recourse for disinherited children but to sell themselves into minimum-wage servitude? That he is mostly treated like an adult even though he has the body of a 12 year old? When we meet his boss, we find out he’s a kind man that is using these jobs to keep kids from being in a worse position. That implies he wouldn’t mind if Ginyoku slowed down enough that his body could handle it. The boss is not the one forcing this on the main character, but the main character’s pride is making him feel like a failure because he isn’t as productive as any of the adults.

Have you met any 12 year olds in our universe working for 60 hours a week in construction? Because that’s the comparison you ought to make. Do you think they’re a bundle of energy when they get home?

Even if he’s unable to use chakra (like Lee), humans in that world are superhuman. They naturally recover and can do much more than baseline humans.

I consider myself an avid Naruto fan, but I have never seen this presented as fact. We see that ninja can survive things that others can’t, recover more quickly and are generally stronger than could normally be expected. But we never see normal civilians exhibit any of these traits. Lee can’t shape chakra, but he seems to harness the chakra anyway to become a great martial artist. That is part of why releasing the 8 gates (and the chakra that comes with it) make Lee stronger. And only that after someone shows him how to train like that.

My main character starts out much more like a civilian than a ninja like Lee. Not just incapable of shaping chakra, but also incapable of directing it to strengthen his punches or make his body more durable. I am comfortable with the interpretation of the Naruto universe that civilians aren’t any more sturdy than anyone else.

And if you’re not? Tough titties.

    It just felt like pointless nerfing to me. What’s next? He’s going to lose an arm and an eye? And forced to create bionic parts?

Gasp! Imagine a character in Naruto losing an eye.

Imagine characters in Naruto losing their arms.

This is the kind of moment where I wasn’t planning on making my main character lose a limb, but boy am I tempted now out of sheer spite.

Unfortunately, this isn’t the kind of story where a ninja called ‘Anon’ slices off his arm, after which we’ll spend a full arch trying to get revenge with many monologues about the evils of the Anon responsible for making the main character armless, until we finally find Anon kidnapped in a spaceship forced to read through horribly competent fiction that goes right over their head.

Kinda wish it was now, though. Maybe for an Omake.

Closing:

This fanfic is based on Brockton’s Celestial Forge, which is a 2 million word slow-burn (still ongoing). I don’t know how far I’ll get in writing this. I have 85k words at the moment. But I do know that to keep this experience fun, and to achieve the maximum potential of a strengthening protagonist, we need to wallow in his current weakness.

There is a fight with a chuunin coming. The main character won’t stand a chance.

These scenes are needed, so that we can compare and contrast when later in the story he is making mince meat of jounin.

I feel like this makes a good story. And if you’re going to go into my comment section to lecture about what I should have done to make a good story, at the very least include some argumentation and proper analysis instead of just a rant about a current trend you don’t like. Maybe next time I won’t have to delete your comment and I can just respond to it in civil conversation.

[1-800-roflmao]

Chaos Playlist

Cause why not and I haven't made him one yet.

General Theme song. Self explanatory.

I can do BOTH~

You can't tell me you can't see him singing this either around his house or in a club, dancing with every person he can, and just having fun. It's bouncy and flirty like him.

Once again, just something that fits his personality and just him. The beat, the feel, the words.

I associate Chaos with most Bruno Mars songs. Charlie Puth is another one I associate with him.

You can bet he and his kids be jamming at home.

When he's in love. He'd sing this, too, serenade your ass.

Heaven has already granted me my wish // Still I never thought it would be as pleasant as this // Though you have no wings like the angels up above // You have a heavenly smile and also the gift of love // I promise to love you in everything I do // And know that you love me to

About his kids. Just this whole thing. He's definitely that lovesick father type, but tries to be chill about it.

Isn't she lovely? // Isn't she wonderful // Isn't she precious? // Less than one minute old // I never thought through love we'd be // Making one as lovely as she // But isn't she lovely made from love?

Back when he was part of the royal courts of the underworld.

Everybody in this party feels so fake // I really wish that I could say it to your face

I just wanna be happy // But if I keep on doing the things // That keep on bringing me pain // There's no one else I can blame // If I'm not happy // Wasted time but now I can see // The biggest enemy is me

(Don't you wanna be happy?)

But if I keep on giving my heart // For people to tear apart // The healing will never start

(Will I ever be happy?) Yeah

It's so easy to complain // Addicted to the pain

(Do you wanna be happy?) YES

Took a long time but I'm ready. Thank you.

Echoes knocking on locked doors // All the laughter from before // I'd rather live out on the street // Than in this haunted memory

This used to be a fun house // But now it's full of evil clowns // It's time to start the countdown // I'm gonna burn it down down down

Friendly reminder this demon formed a contract with a World Eater and fucked razed the underworld's royalty and upper tiers, and fed his ex to said World Eater.

Each night I go to bed // I pray the Lord my soul to keep // No, I ain't lookin' for forgiveness // But before I'm six foot deep

Lord, I got to ask a favor // And I'll hope you'll understand // 'Cause I've lived life to the fullest

Let this boy die like a man // Starin' down the bullet

Let me make my final stand

And the Lord listened.