Oh my, my

Vessels is now out on AO3!

Been playing with Jedi: Survivor when I got the idea to write a fic with the topic of Cal and Armitage being father and son. And while I was at it I added a love interest and will be making my sequel fix-it. And yes. Hux has Millicent as his cat.

"The darkness rises and the light to meet it" - Snoke

Padmé wakes in the ashes of Luke's Academy with no memories than her name and the knowledge of her training as the last remaining Padawan of Luke Skywalker. Hungry for knowledge she scours the galaxy, unearthing something she shouldn't and finding a girl named Rey on the planet where no one goes.

Armitage Hux thought his life was all laid out for him. The General of the First Order who will rise and bring glory of this new empire. But the Force has other plans, and when the lock in his mind is picked, he has to face that his life was a lie. Being the very thing he despises, he either rises up to the light or falls deeper into the dark.

Update on Outlaw!

We're now seven chapters in and the truth is finally out for our best boy, Armin! However the Royal Council has a plan how to end the scandal and the Scouts forever. And they’re not afraid to execute it to get what they want.

While Armin getting to know more about the truth, the lines between good and bad are blurring and he has to choose between two devils while he and Annie share a bond that might change everything.

You can find Outlaw is on AO3!

Outlaw is now out on AO3!

Had some free time on my hands and got an idea for an Armin-centric/minor Aruani fic!

The story would follow Armin as he realises his life was built on lies. When kidnapped by Annie during the Female titan arc he has to face the truth that he's Erwin's illegitimate child from Marie. Now the world wants to hunt him down for his bloodline and it's on Armin to face what's coming with the unlikely help coming from Annie herself.

Wanna read Zekemika but there are no fics?

There's only a few Zekemika stories people can find online but in our soon-to-be finished fanfic called Take Care, we have a whole plotline dedicated to Mikasa's villain arc (yeah, you get that too) and to Zekemika! (Before everyone jumps at me, the romance happens after the 4 year time skip, meaning Mikasa is 19 at least.)

But what's the Zekemika plotline about?

Driven by revenge, Mikasa betrays Paradis, joins the Marley and becomes their weapon called War Queen. Years later she meets Zeke again and after getting to know his ties to the Paths, Mikasa decides to seduce him for the powers he holds.

If you're interested check it out here! Under the cut you can find what chapters contain Mikasa/Zeke if you want to skip the Eren plotline as he's the other/main protagonist of the whole story. (Also the picture is going to be the cover of the dedicated Zekemika volume.)

I have been in many fandoms over the years and while rewatching both shows I just realised that these two character are basically the same niche category and now I can't unsee it:

And I left out but like before they die, they pull a 180 and try to get a redemption arc going but it never sets off. Also both of them are drama queens and literal royals🤣

So, my personal headcanon is from now on is that Zeke adopts Harumi at some point XD So no, this is not a ship, rather an unhinged family consisting Single Dad Zeke and Menace Child Harumi.

What if...? - Aka the spiced up version of AOT

I have been writing our fanfic Take Care (click on it to open) on AO3 for a while now with my co-writer Wolf13.

There, Eren is Hange's nephew and gets adopted by her and Levi at the age of ten, when Hange finds him at the fall of Shiganshina. With his past forgotten he becomes one of humanity's strongest under Levi, taking up his surname and claiming the title of being his son. He also shows interest in science due to Hange's influence on him. Eren has a pair of goggles he almost never takes off, from Hange, using it when experimenting on titans or on an expedition.

You can read my new story called Enemy on AO3 but it's on Wattpad too for the girlies!

AO3 Here

Wattpad Here

Summary:

Maelis is a ghost, a spy, a weapon of Piltover. But when called back into the hellhole she was taken from, the past she tried so hard to bury now unravels before her eyes.

The mission was meant to be easy. Find Silco, infiltrate his ranks and neutralise him. But all it takes is one broken girl to awaken her will to protect and realise that the new boss of the Undercity might not be the monster everyone tells him to be.

But what matters in the end when everybody wants to be your enemy?

The cover was made by my lovely sibling @blackpanda48! Shoutout to them for the artwork!

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Part three: Wonders of life

It took Sarah half an hour to convince Eric that no, her car and in extension no vehicles will turn into giant talking alien robots he just called "my brother's creations". His reluctance just fuelled her annoyance which led her finally just pushing him into the car and closing the door on him.

"Let me out you mortal!" he screamed on a high-pitched noise as he tried to not touch anything here out of pure disgust. "I'm a God! I'm..."

But Sarah just turned on the radio and put the volume on max. As the radio blared the opening chords of Highway to Hell, Sarah couldn’t help but smirk, the irony of the song choice almost too perfect.

"Sorry, what were you saying?" she yelled with a grin.

Unicron glared at her, his fingers pressed against his ears as he shouted over the music. "I hate you!" But to be honest, Unicron usually hated everyone.

"The feeling is mutual!" she yelled back, shrugging her shoulders as she pushed on the gas. All throughout the journey he was rambling again but at least this time Sarah couldn't hear him over the volume of the music. Thank the Gods!

Only when she parked down before the apartment complex where she lived was when she turned off the radio.

"Agh" he groaned, massaging his temples, wondering why humans inflict this pain on themselves and call it pleasure. This type of behaviour was a mystery even to him. How could humans be more evil than him, their own creator? "I will never do this ever again."

“Oh, don’t worry, big guy, you’ll be getting in that car plenty of times while you’re with me,” Sarah replied, flashing him an insufferable smile as she climbed out and slammed the door shut.

As they made their way towards her apartment, Unicron took in his surroundings with a look of pure disdain. Every step he took seemed to fuel his irritation, his nose wrinkling at the scent of gasoline and faintly burnt food from a nearby vendor. “How do you live like this?” he muttered, sidestepping a crumpled soda can on the sidewalk as if it were toxic.

"Well, ask that God of yours why he didn't increase my salary" she looked at him amused as she stretched.

"I do not meddle with the foolish struggles of mortals" he said, almost offended that Sarah thought he was ever going to care about such things as salary.

"Then don't be surprised if we live the way we do, Eric" she stated as they arrived in her apartment and Unicron took a good look at the small and worn flat.

“This,” he said, looking around with a sneer, “is hardly fit for a god.”

“Good thing you’re not one,” she shot back, grabbing a stack of blankets from the closet. “Now, here’s your bed.” She tossed the blankets on the couch, ignoring his look of horror.

And then, almost at the worst possible moment, Molly appeared. Probably curious about what was happening in the living room.

"Hi aunt Sarah" she said, books in her hands. "Nelly's parents took me home after school and I have been doing my homework since" she said as she went to the fridge. The guy in the living room was new but Molly knew from a young age that her aunt always had some weird things coming her way.

"Hey" Sarah greeted her while rubbing the back of her neck. "Ah... I think we have to talk. This is Eric" she pointed at Unicron. "And he will be staying for a... while."

"Hm..." Molly hummed as she started to drink her orange juice with a straw and walked closer to Unicron. "What are you?" she asked, almost seeing through him. Which somehow made Unicron uneasy. What were these little creatures?

"I'm Unicron, the god of..."

"No, you're not," she said, drinking casually. "I think you look like somebody who just fell from grace."

"I am not some tragic hero!" he glared at her, even the thought of good making this body's skin crawl.

"Then why do you have that righteous anger in your eyes?" she asked back, calm in her voice. "As if someone betrayed you?"

Primus

The name burned in his mind. He was his brother a traitor. A weak and pathetic being who thought creation and order is what the universe needed. Primus was his brother nothing.

"Okay Molly, I think you have been watching too much TV. Eric is only a bit full of himself" Sarah said, dismissing Molly who just made a pouting face, but retreated to her room, taking a bag of chips with her. "Look, I'm going to do some research in my room since you gave me nothing to work with in this case."

"He said something about butterflies" Unicron stated, trying to take his mind off his brother Primus. "I resurrected him for a moment and he said butterfly."

"Butterfly?" Sarah suddenly turned around. "The Butterfly night club is just a street away from where you and he lived" Sarah said, her voice full with excitement and thrill. There it was finally. A clue.

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Part two: True Evil

When Unicron was sitting on the bed in the hospital, looking at the bill with those numbers on it, something dawned on him.

"YOU DARE TO CHARGE FOR LIFE ITSELF?! HOW VILE IS THAT?" he yelled, his eyes snapping back onto the detective that took him here. "I thought I was evil, but this..." he said as the truth hit him like Primus's slap during their battles. Maybe the last Prime has been right all along. These vile creatures were his children. And this made him smirk with fondness he never felt before.

"Eric, look at me" she said, snapping her fingers in front of his face. She has been trying to interrogate him this past hour but he wouldn't say anything useful. Only ramble about humanity. "Your brother is dead, he was stabbed with the same knife that was in your back. You have to..."

"My brother is anything but dead" Unicron stated in a bored tone, even just the thought of Primus irking him.

"Let's start again for the last time" she said, taking a deep breath, her patience running thin. "Your brother was found dead. Do you have any idea who might have done it?"

"No, but I assure you, when I find out who put me into this disgusting thing, I will tear the fabric of their small mind into tiny pieces until their head explodes!" he exclaimed, standing up irritated. "I'M A GOD!"

She watched with a mix of frustration and fascination as "Eric" stormed around the hospital room, his voice echoing through the halls. She’d dealt with her fair share of eccentric people, but this guy took the cake. The way he spoke, the utter conviction in his voice. Like he actually believed he was some kind of deity.

"If he's doing this again, I'll swear I will arrest him and close the case with him being the killer" she whispered to herself as she buried her face into her hands.

"I heard that, you miserable insect," he sneered, tilting his head with an air of superiority. "Accuse me of your petty crimes again, and I will..."

"You will what?" she interrupted, pinning him with a sharp gaze. "You'll either end up in prison or the psych ward. Neither of them sounds like a thing for a god."

This made him halt in his tracks and think for a second. Like really think. Then he looked at her, seething with anger.

"I do what I please, when I please. If you dare to stand in my way, I will strike you down before you can think with that puny brain of yours" he stated, his voice having a dark and dangerous edge.

"You're right. Go ahead and do whatever you want" she said, standing up and walking out of the room. He was useless, so why should she waste more time and breath on him? But as she stepped out of the room, ready to buy some coffee and continue her work, real work, her phone rang. Pulling it out she noticed her boss's name and she knew to prepare for the worst.

"Sarah, is Eric Vance still with you?" was his first question. "We found a fingerprint on the knife that doesn't match either his or his brother's. The killer might be still at large."

"Just perfect," Sarah said, massaging her temples, annoyed. "And what do we want to do with him? Put him under witness protection?"

"Something like that" her boss said in an ominous voice and Sarah already had a knot in her stomach. "I need you to keep him at your flat until we solve this case."

"To keep him... AT MY FLAT? Are you insane? This guy has a god complex and I will not let him even come close to my niece. Molly is only ten!" Sarah rebutted immediately, not wanting this at all.

“Listen, Sarah,” her boss continued, his tone serious, “The founding was cut like years ago to our station, so we don’t have a choice. If the killer is still out there and knows Eric survived, he’s a target. We need him close, and you’re the only one I trust to keep an eye on him.”

"You're seriously asking me to babysit a guy who believes he's a god?" she protested, trying to keep her voice steady. "What if he decides to go on a rampage? Or worse, what if he decides to test those so-called powers on my furniture? Did you see the crime scene? It was a mess!"

"Miss Ryes, you are a police officer and I think you know how to subdue someone when it poses danger to their environment. Or did your training lack this aspect, officer?"

"No, sir" she sighed, her hands going into the pocket of her jacket. "But I'm sending the bills to the department if he decides to wreck chaos in my house."

"Good luck with making the department pay for anything" he said and ended the call.

"Good luck with making the department pay for anything" Sarah said to herself in a mocking voice, knowing well that no one will pay her. She barely gets money for the abysmal amount of overtime she has to do every month. "Whatever. I just need to figure out how to tell this to Molly..."

"And the insect returns" he simply stated as he noticed Sarah stepping back into the room while he was pacing in circles endlessly, trying to think.

"Okay Eric, we…" she started but he just cut her off.

"Unicron" he won't be called by any other name than his own.

"Okay, then Unicorn we have..." she said again as she rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"Unicron! Know the name of your god!" he screamed, looking like a fussy toddler to Sarah, then some god. And oh, the real God have mercy on this poor fool, because she certainly won't if he keeps up this attitude.

"Whatever you think your name is, I'm going to call you Eric. Now Eric, you're coming with me. I have things to do and Jesus, you're slowing me down" she said, grabbing his arm and pulling him out with her.

"Jesus?"

"Yeah, you know. The son of God" she said, lifting her eyebrow confused. How does a guy with a god complex not know about Jesus of all people?

"You mean Thunderwing*? What is it with him?" he sharply looked at her, confused why Thunderwing just came up. 

"Thunderwing?"

"Yes, the one you call Jesus is actually Thunderwing, my herald, you foolish mortal" he stated like this was a well known fact and Sarah is the stupid one for not knowing.

"Actually, I'm inclined to ask what kind of religion you are practicing, because I'm going to be honest with you for a sec. Thunderwing does sound way cooler than Jesus."

"I'm God. I am the religion" he simply said, putting his hands into the pocket of his jacket.

*For those who don't know Thunderwing is a character from Transformers: Prime - The Game. He is the direct creation of Unicron, making him the perfect analogy for Jesus.

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Part one: Rude awakening

It was a especially windy day in Chicago, with dark clouds hanging over the sky like a blanket. The city looked perfect for a noir story to be told. Except that it will well... not be your usual criminal fiction.

A guy, around his thirties was laying in his own pool of blood, his suit drenched in the liquid that came out of the wound on his back. He had been laying there for hours now, most definitely being dead and forgotten. But then out of nowhere he suddenly took a breath like a newborn baby as he lifted up his face and involuntarily started to crawl.

"MARK MY WORD PRIME, YOU WILL...!" he screamed like a scared five-year-old when they saw something under their bed. But he suddenly came to a halt as he noticed his surroundings. "What?" he looked around as he quickly stood up and limped towards the window, grabbing into anything he could. He looked down seeing the streets, stuffed with humans. "This is not where I am supposed to be" he stated, fury apparent on his face. But it was rare for Unicron to not be angry. He was the god of destruction after all. "I'm not supposed to be between these worms! I'm a god!" he screamed again in rage, throwing the closest thing to him, a vase, to the wall.

But it wasn't enough, it was never enough. His fury was messy, flipping the chairs, flipping the tables. He was ready to tear down the whole house if could. Now the place really seemed like someone was killed here. But standing there in the middle of the room with a heaving chest, he noticed another body laying in one of the doorways. Seeking answers, he made his way towards the body, kneeling beside it as he lifted up his left hand. He was a god, and wherever he went, his powers followed.

Unicron held his hand over the lifeless form, his fingers twitching with a faint, purple and chaotic energy. Moments later, the body gasped, filling its lungs with air in a sharp, sudden breath, and the eyes fluttered open, wide with terror.

“Where… wha–?” but he couldn't say anything as he grabbed him by the collar.

"Who did this? Who put me into this vessel?!" Unicron hissed, his anger mounting again. Whoever did this will pay dearly for crossing path with the god of Destruction.

"Run... found... butterfly... brother!" he gurgled a lot of nonsense as blood ran down from the corners of his mouth. Seconds later his eyes rolled backwards and he was gone. Unicron tried to resurrect him again, but without any success. This body had limitations. How nice.

Then Unicron heard footsteps. "The insects are coming" he stated but before he could say or do anything a human entered the apartment through the door that was left open. Her olive skin and dark, shoulder-length hair framed a face that was both sharp and compassionate, her eyes sweeping across the room with a keen, practiced gaze. This wasn't her first rodeo.

"Eric Vance?" she asked as her hand lingered on her pistol strapped to her thigh. "I'm Detective Ryes from the Chicago Police Department and there's a possibility that someone wants to kill..." she started to say but then suddenly stopped.

"I need no help from the likes of you worm" he looked up her, his eyes having a purple shine in the flickering light above him. "I'm freed from my prison and I will waste no..."

"There's a knife in your back!" she said, sounding half concerned and half annoyed.

"I do not care! Don't you dare interrupt me while I'm speaking, insect!" he yelled, getting a grip on the knife and pulling it out with one swift move.

"Oh my God" the woman whispered to herself as she stepped closer.

"Yes, you are speaking to him" Unicron stated in a darkened voice as he threw the knife into the floor. He's going to find out who did this. Even if he has to tear this universe apart.

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I know it did not really had the detective part yet, but I thought putting it out in parts might be better as Tumblr not really made for huge chunk of texts.

I’m convinced that Poor Man’s Poison songs are made to fit the transformers lore. So expect me making an edit of TF:One when I can get my hands on it with Let’s go!.

Because no one can tell me this doesn’t give the vibes of the film (I’m cutting here to in no way give spoilers accidentally):

I have finally started to write my Shadow and Bone fanfiction with my favourite dark, tall and brooding bad boy, The Darkling!

This is a meme for the story, if interested you can find out more under the cut.

Now that I have watched Hazbin Hotel and met another child of Lucifer I could imagine something like this:

But with them instead:

This would make a great sitcom indeed!

Hi guys! I finally finished my story, so I guessed I share the news with you too! If you're interested you find the AO3 link with the tags under the cut, attached with a snippet from the fanfic. (And you also have this beauty of photoshopped picture to pique your interest XD)

Five Nights At Freddy's William Afton x F!Reader A/N: The continution of Until Death Do Us Part, but can be read separetely. And yes, this one is longer. But at least the characters are talking now.

Five nights at Freddy’s William Afton x F!Reader

A/N: The movie got me back to my FNaF era, so I thought I write a oneshot with my favourite guy.

Note: William gets springtrapped. What a surprise indeed.