Lungmen Stories

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.

Everyone lost, holding their breath. They do not even realize as they lose their sight. restricted by rules in their pursuit of freedom, isolated lost in your senses. now is the moment to remove the blindfold You do not know who you are. Just living day by day without regret. You still don't understand this world. Now throw away your pride, and take the flight with those transcient wings. Keep struggling, and fighting. No matter how ugly it gets. Keep on living, there someone out there who hopes you'll live, do not let this demon consume you. Come witness the sight, at this moment, your life will burn brillant. This is the Tale of Tenebris, a fool who has become an esper, and Orca a solitary girl, as they explore the unknown world of Terra Hello everyone. I've been reading a lot of arknights fics, and I've decided to create my own. Since English is not my first language, i take time to make a chapter, so my English may not be good. I'm writing in English to practice and to reach a wider audience. As I'm just starting out with writing, I would appreciate any feedback on my mistakes so I can improve. Now, let's get started with that story.

Kal'tsit enforces a new rule for high authority personnel and Doctor and Blaze must suffer the consequences of the rule, but maybe thats okay. (Doctor x Blaze)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F90Cw4l-8NY Hey, y'all this the fanfiction I write based on this my another fave song!

A frustrated Doctor and a gun-loving Sankta who likes him more than he knows. End up spending the night running and gunning from the enemies of the Emperor Penguin of Penguin logistics. Doctor x Exusiai

Just a simple Arknights fanfic I don't own Arknights and it's characters

"This so called 'Great power' that you call doesn't mean I can save everyone.....because it only means that Ill out last everyone...." The Reaper, Shinigami, Death angel. He goes by so many names and aliases, yet one thing remains common. For he reaps both the souls of infected or not, friend nor foe wether he likes it or not. Carrying the the promises and hopes of his once comrades, malice and curses from his foes he attempts to live a life of normalicy to experience until he met a certain company, and a certain dokutah. (if its not obvious by now...yes we gonna have a fem dokutah~)

#4 in mercenary as of March 2022. Even angels have their own secrets. Some must be buried forever. Others can only be unlocked by those who get through. Mostima x Male!Reader Images do not belong to me in any way. Based on the events of Code of Brawl.

"Doctor... can you hear me?" . . "It's Dr. Kal'sit, and me, Amiya." . "There is a new operator joining Rhodes Island. She is infected with a special case of the Oripathy." . . "Doctor, please take care of her." . "Amiya, Dr. Kal'sit, what is her code name?" . "..." . . . . . "It's Surtr, Doctor."

• Arknights X Male reader • The battle between Rhodes Island and Reunion has not yet settled. As the battle between two sides got fiercer, Reunion decided to attack an innocent village, unknown to them, One had a thirst for revenge News of Reunion bases being slaughtered and burned to pieces scared both sides. Rhodes Island was grateful for the mysterious support, but due to the intense gore that had happened to Reunion's bases, the two sides called him by a code name... 'Bloodlust' ( Fun fact : I don't own Arknights or anything, I only own the story idea wink wink nudge nudge ) ( This is a rewrite with bad writing i deeply apologize uweeeh pls be enjoyed anyways )

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.

The cycle of life turns perpetually. It never breaks. It never stops. It never rests. And this time it only began turning backwards. Giving way to a new cycle we call life. Or; "Ohhh, this music is fire!" "You damm right, Gojo-sensei!" "It's acceptable, but will you two please be a little more silent? Remember that this is not our-" "Both of you! Shut it off!"

4 SWAT agents from Earth accidentally die and now they've been sent to the world of Terra! And as Sanktas with expectations from the LGD nontheless? Will they discover their new identity in this new world and survive? Also on webnovel, I dont own arknights obviously.

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!!

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