#1 IN MURDER DRONES THREE DAYS AFTER POSTING IT????????? HELLO?????????????????????? When you awoke, it was not peaceful. It was not simple, as you'd been told. It was not to another face, catching you up to speed. It was with the sound of shattering glass and the sound of your sputtering gasps as you came into consciousness before you were decidedly ready to be awake. It was with the first thing you saw was yellows and flashing greens, purple hair of a body on the ground in front of the broken pod. It was to the feeling of cold air that was hard to breathe despite what you were told about acclimating. It was with gasps and scrambling barefoot out of the glass chamber, ducking yourself out under the thick piece of solid black metal, avoiding stepping on pieces of shattered glass. You awoke not to peace, but to danger. ---- Simply put: A Human (you) stumbles out of a cryogenic pod after 17 years in cryo, and now it is everyone 's problem (exaggeration) Originally posted to Ao3, now posted here

Sleepers.. once known as an artificial vessel created by a mega corporation to work off a debt for a human being.. with robotic bodies running an emulated human mind, based on a scan taken from a living human. There are people who have been curious to be different with themselves, perhaps create a new life. Maybe they'd wanna forget their past to be someone else.. perhaps it's a new door to a different life to continue living, even at a cost of memories.. Of course, despite their choice of new lives? They're fully capable of withstanding any harsh environments and extreme measures to be durable. Yet there are the types of sleepers.. those low, struggling to work never make it long even with given medication, but those who been around for awhile? Are capable of many things to adaption.. especially living longer through decades.. You are Y/n L/n, strange to remember your name?you've managed to remember your old life fully.. who is an extractor, a type of sleeper you're built. With your best friend Tricko Trek, an operator who specializes with mini drones and remote machinery. Both have awaken from a cryogenic pod out in a junkyard after an incident occurred, you've managed to escape.. but now you're living in a new world.. strange one especially with the time passing by.. Now faced with strange drones known to be worker drones who try to live in their own colonies while surviving from dangerous vampiric hunters known as murder drones.. even despite this, there isn't much neither you or Tricko can bother to care on. After all, no matter how much time passes together? Work to survive, continue to live and enjoy life at your fullest. Sleepers are meant to be Jack of trades for reason in fields of work.. you will live your fullest, or die if it must. Disclaimer: I don't NOT OWN Murder Drones made by Glitch Productions or Citizen Sleeper made from Fellow Traveler games. The art included is fan made by my co author T, with characters over 18+

Ok help me understand this i died and now i'm given a chance to to come back with the powers of a gamer. And get thrown into a world of Grimm and other shenanigans. *Sigh* Lets do it (A/N) I have no idea some text is screwed up so eh ill keep trying.

'Gotham.....I'm in Gotham.......I'M IN GOTHAM' Yes, yes you were 'What, what the actual hell is happening, is this a dream? Am I de'- You looked over towards the alley you just emerged from 'No....no no no no no no no' You slowly made your way deeper into it 'Please, for the love of whatever deity exists here please don't be him' You found the body 'Please be a copycat, don't be the real.....don't be...' You slowly turned over the body of the man that attacked you, the man you killed "Oh..... Oh no" The face paint gave him away, as you looked into the now dead eyes of the man. That classic maniacal grin spread across his features even in death. You just killed the Joker. Now with almost every hero and villain you know gunning for you, either for their form of "protection" or to just kill you, only one thought crossed your mind. "Well Fu"- *Currently being re-edited since the beginning of this book has some spelling mistakes I have over 1k reads, am I famous now? Can I like, be a jerk and get away with it? Look at all these PEASANTS, THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW A KING IS AMONG THEM-...I need some time to calm down this happy feeling in my chest. Btw, I don't own any art in the story. If the owner of any pictures in this story want me to, I will take those pictures out and replace them. Thank you. It's my first story as well so it probably won't be that good compared to other stories like this, but I hope you enjoy. My goal is at least 69k words, I'm such a maniac. Also I just realized I spelled Harley Quinn as Harle Quin in tags, and now my stories next to a bunch of Seven Deadly Sin stories. Kill me now #2 on dccomics #1 on vigilantes (February 11th 2022) #3 on malreader (March 5th 2023) #2 on first fanfic #3 on superman (March 12th 2022) #14 on random (March 16th 2022) #1 on squad #1 on villains #1 on harlequin I'M SORRY I MISSPELLED IT I DIDN'T MEAN TO GET FIRST IN THIS TAG (March 30th 2022)

Ever wonder what it'd be like to babysit a little demon girl? Well, here's your chance to find out! *I claim no ownership over any non-original characters presented. All rights belong to their respective creators.* Photo art by M0o0n_SMILE. https://m0o0nsmile98.tumblr.com/post/175759692389/thank-you-six-you-make-me-smile-again

"I hear the underworld is just swell this time of year." "Really?" "No." ________________________________________________ (Name) had a lot of questions regarding his life, more the way it was turning out. One, the Greek Gods are real? Two, what the fuck? Three, he's a demigod? Four, how the fuck does one steal a lightning bolt? Better question, why was he one of the people tasked to steal it back? ________________________________________________ "Maybe the real lightning bolt was the friends we made along the way?" "That being said, I'm going to kill him with friendship." "Gimme the sparky sparky boom stick." ________________________________________________ Disclaimer: Percy Jackson & the Olympians and any characters in the series do NOT belong to me! If they did, I would've given Percy a gun in the first book and let him go ham. Any original characters belong to me. You belong to yourself, but like you actually belong to me so...

The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black was one of the largest, oldest, and wealthiest pure-blooded wizarding families in Great Britain, and one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight. The House of Black were related to many wizarding families such as the Malfoy or Lestrange families. The House of Black was also synonymous with elevated status and wealth. The Blacks were traditionally sorted into Slytherin at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft, however unlike his father, Sirius Black, Y/n had not broke that tradition. Y/n was sorted into the Slytherin house like his Aunts Bellatrix and Narcissca. However the life of Y/n Black would be split between two worlds.

I'm a Jedi Padawan... oh wait, I'm not. No Master will pick me. I'm the fabled "Weakest Jedi." My connection to the force is so below-average I can barely muster a force-push. My only powers include limited force-sense and basic enhancing of my physical attributes. Despite this, I WILL become a Jedi. How? By honing my physical abilities and lightsaber techniques beyond what anyone thought possible. __________________________________________________________________________________ Hesitant to call this a "power fantasy," but this story will include the main character slowly becoming more powerful. Maybe not in the way you think, but it will be satisfying (with patience). TCW era reader-centric fanfic. Will follow the timeline for the most part. Will probably include Ahsoka romance... eventually. Cover Art Credit: https://www.deviantart.com/adrian911/art/Jedi-guardian-128606995

How were Gems created along with many other species? Better question is: Who created them? The creator goes by many names: G/C Diamond, Y/N, but it's true position in life is also it's true name. The Overseer... (Ark: Survival Evolved x Steven Universe crossover) Steven Universe is owned by Rebecca Sugar and Ark is owned by not me.

A Great One is a superior being, above all levels of existence a human could even hope to achieve. Merely learning the eldritch truth around these great beasts could drive a man mad, so that his mind could be used to help another begin to learn that same truth. Insight is a measure of knowledge of the unknown. The more you know of this, the more you can hear, even see things that weren't normally there. Creatures seems to gain a voice, babies begin to cry in the abyss, and lord forbid you pass a certain point, creatures like the Amygdala become visible. You are a Great One, more specifically, you are the Moon. You were rebirthed in this state after slaying Flora, the one previously in this position. Now, you watched the years-no, the millennia pass, as you grew, clueless of the world outside, and growing more and more. It seemed you had been forgotten by the humans you were once one of. Then, one day.... somebody prayed to you