Discontinued 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐒, 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄, 𝐍𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐘!!! 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: A tale of two, shrouded in mystery... Talulah, is one of them. Born from the loins of a mother unknown, torn from her family for a sinister plot, abandoned above the sea of paupers, landed in the bed of grief. A Draco with an unyielding resolve: to destroy the world for its atrocities... The key to her past, is a man named: "Kaiser Rye". Another Draco, with a tale to tell of his own. The past will be unearthed, the present will mold, and future is at their mercy... It was only a matter of time... For the two to meet again... For their world to rise once more... "Fate save the Kaiser..." "Fate save the Queen..." 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢r 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐈 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐎𝐂, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 - 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 (Some thumbnails - only the ones with "Folly & Agendas & Talulah" attached to them - belong to me, I edited them, the original images belong to their respective owners)

We all know the story of Arknights or at least a part of it, we know the story of reunion and Rhodes Island and how it all ends, but what if that was not the end? What if an outside force intervened and changed the unchanging fate of not only the reunion movement but the whole of Trrea forever? This is a story about a universe where such a thing happened and about the broken fate of the people living in it. Also, this is fanfiction and all the rights belong to its owners as I don't own Arknights or any pictures I use.

"Even as a kid, I was always told I was different from everyone else. Until today, I didn't realize just how different I was. My name's Eleonora. I'm a member of the Yeti Squadron, the Reunion force under FrostNova. We were a tight-knit group, and always had been. Being orphaned slaves will do that to a group of kids, after all." A tale of what would happen if a single member of the Yeti squadron survived the massacre of the LGD and Black Raincoats

Strands of your mind cling together like web to a slippery leaf bathed in the morning dew. You have seen both heaven and hell, witnessed the atrocities of war firsthand, and imagined a better life in the deepest, most intimate corners of your dreaming spirit. The wishes for peace and certainty you have once so desperately longed for, now lay trampled underneath the might of your mind's vivid horrors. What was once so bright and lively, now cowers in fear, clinging to gone memories like a shipwreck survivor to some lowly piece of driftwood. From the depths of hell, you arrived victorious, grasping the laurel wreath high above your head. Unrecognizable, with your empty eyes telling a story of innocence brutally taken away from the child curling in shame in the depths of your empty soul. Almost green you are, curly head, having grown up with a rifle by your bedside table, never knowing peace and quiet. Out of the pan that was the Kazdel Civil War and into the scorching flames of Lungmen, where life flows by on its own accord, here, you must learn to live once more. So put on your best facade, Let the reuniting trumpets ring a wild, And allow the city to swallow you whole. Here we are, a continuation of my previous work "Goodbye Curly Head", which sprawled into quite the epistle (but it wasn't really a letter, it's just long :P). Summarized in the most basic way possible, it's a story about a twenty-year-old Kazdel Civil War veteran who goes to Lungmen and has some troubles acclimating to the steady life presented before him. Sprinkle in a too-good-to-be-true offer and a freshly established logistics company, and you get Andy trying to make it big for as long as his deteriorating mental state lets him. I'd say it works as a standalone story for anyone who doesn't want to bother reading the first part. For now, at least. As always, please, pwwease leave a comment, positive, negative, I LOOOVE reading and replying to comments!!

Just a "simple" story, about someone trying to find something that they don't know in the midst of an uprising. Rhodes Island's interference wasn't enough. That's why we'll take things into our own hands. Feel free to take the piss out of this, I'm doing the same anyways. More in A/N.

A fanfiction of Arknights set in an alternate universe imagining a scenario where the Doctor recovers from his amnesia and with it comes the tragedy of failure. Will he find himself again when confronted with the nightmares of a path paved with the corpses of those who trusted him? Will he be able to fight for an idea that is absurdly delusional? Who will reignite the passionate flames hidden deep inside the Ghost of Babel?

After a failed attempt at restoring his humanity, a bounty hunter must survive and find his way from one unforgiving world to another. Rise up, Dead Man. Let the gunshots ring. Hunt: Showdown belongs to CRYTEK Arknights belongs to HYPERGRYPH

When you hit zero sanity, it's time to take a break or refill with some OP or sanity potions. But what if it drops below zero? Your instant noodle diet might be causing some serious issues like headaches, coughing up blood or vomiting. Dr. Kal'tsit will be watching over you closely, but she doesn't seem too happy about it All rights belongs to the original creator of Arknights, Hypergryph Network Technology Co. Ltd

The doctor of Babel reawakens with no memory of what happened in his past, only vividly remembering a feminine voice speaking to him gently and lowering him into his cryogenic sleep, and yet another feminine voice awakens him from his deep slumber. He must face his past while carving the future of a pharmaceutical company that borders on a paramilitary organization striving to cure and treat oripathy. (English may not be my first language but I'll try my best with this fan-fiction. Also, this is not the canon story and will alter from it.) - This is a mere fan-fiction as I do not own any of the characters nor Arknights. It is rightfully owned and developed by Hypergryph.

Killian Chaeveu, a student at age 17 was minding his own business, when suddenly, he was consumed by a magic circles underneath him as he as transported along with his classmate to save the the Presidia kingdom from the oncoming horde of demon. But Killian was no fool, he has already seen this outcome from lot's of different novels and anime. And with that he swear to kill every corrupt person in this country. "What do you do when you can't do nothing, but there's nothing you can do?" "You do what you can." i own nothing except this story , cover is by @Ksmtk79 on twitter