To be born of the same blood of the Sankta is a treasure. A blessing some would call, as it would open an opportunity to fully immerse one into the perfect land of Laterano. Top notch weaponry exclusive to the Sankta was a divine present granted by the gods for them only. Breaking the notion just once, can the fundamentals of Laterano be shattered. --- Fiammetta x M! OC Arknights Fanfiction Cover art : @仙女V-V on Weibo, https://m.weibo.cn/u/1764455683 or @pipidan on Danbooru Arknights and its characters are owned by their respective owners.

No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void. Over and over this words were repeated in the abyss. All for the purpose of finding the perfect manifestation of it, But what happens if the exact opposite happens? Will Hallownest still be brought to utter ruination? Or the opposite will happen? Read more to find out 10-28-25 Published at : 11-01-25

Better call Hiruguma Credit: K4y3314 (Co-author), Stopanidea.

"What?! That's so boring! You've gone soft, asshole!" "Naturally. I lost, after all." Ryoumen Sukuna had been the King of Curses, a Sorcerer who stood at the Pinnacle in solitude for centuries, and a man who discarded love for all his life as nothing more than a worthless sack he understood yet never cherished, accepting the loneliness he would bear for he lived life the only way he knew how. Defeated by Itadori Yuji and his philosophy proven wrong, maybe in the next life... this life, he would walk a different path.

Fantasía histórica. Harem. +18. Pólvora y Fantasía.

Takeshi, un joven hombre, era uno de los millones y millones de humanos que habitaban el planeta tierra. Pero todo daría un giro cuando en una de sus siestas, despertaría en un lugar diferente. Precisamente, en un sarcófago. Ahora, tendra que arreglárselas para sobrevivir en un mundo completamente diferente al suyo. Un mundo en donde su especie no existe. Un mundo en donde su inmunidad a la Oripatia puede tornarse más en una maldición que en una bendición.

𝐄𝐧𝐳𝐞𝐥 despierta en un mundo ajeno, sin rastros de su pasado. Fascinado, se ve inmerso en los conflictos que desgarran a una civilización marcada por una enfermedad, siendo testigo del sufrimiento. En su ser arde una 𝐟𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐳𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐚, un poder revulsivo capaz de torcer el destino hacia un futuro inimaginable. ¡ 𝙰𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚡 𝙾𝚌 ! ━━━━━━━ Los derechos de los personajes de Arknights pertenecen a HyperGryph y Yostar.

Lector masculino. OP. La mayoría de personajes no me pertenecen. Sistema.

Every night I lay in bed, I like to imagine myself in another world. The world I most find myself in is Terra, the world of Arknights. I always find myself dreaming of the world, the powers, the amazing characters, and the beautiful locations found throughout. One night, I find myself dreaming of a Lungmen bar. I close my eyes to let my mind create a better picture. As I open my eyes, I find myself inside that very same bar. The scenario I thought of while in bed has come true, and it appears that my dreams have become my backstory. As I try to understand my situation a little bit better, a familiar rich tiger stumbles into the bar dead drunk, with her sights on me. NOTE: This is a rewrite of another story of mine of the same name with some major and minor things changed between the two. I will be focusing on the rewrite rather than the orginial story.

Tracen Academy is home to many Uma Musume and trainers alike. However, there are those certain unusual Uma Musume, whenever it comes to having too strong personalities or beimg overall trouble makes, that no trainer gelt like they can handle. But that chamged once an even stranger trainer comes around. There are some rumours about the always smiling trainer, like how he appears to just spawn around when he's mentioned, of how he just has oversized screws at hand at all times, or even that he's faster than his trainees. But that can't be true...Right?