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The Juggernaut

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Reads 89,565
Votes 1,627
Parts 22
Time 2h 8m

arknights idontknowwhattoput

The Juggernaut. Never a name, never a word. To some, they are a demon. To others, they're a angel sent from above. The only words The Juggernaut speaks...
"The smell of napalm."

(Never wrote one of these before. Any tips would be lovely.)
(Arknights belongs to Hypergryph and I don't own any of the art unless I tell ya.)
(due to thingies... THIS IS AN AU OR WHATEVER DON'T HURT ME.)All Rights Reserved

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To Hear the Shape of The World by affaticaorologio

To the ends of Terra, will she ever stop walking? Stillness is a lie told by those who trust only their eyes. They see a quiet room and believe it empty. They see a calm face and believe them peaceful. But the world is never still. It breathes. It hums with the footsteps of a thousand lives, the shudder of distant machinery, the frantic, rhythmic drumming of a frightened heart. Once, she was the keenest eye in a Sargon scout clan, a Liberi who lived by the sharpness of her gaze. Now, Oripathy has left her in a world of featureless grey, and the only sight left to her is an Arts she once despised: a seismic sense that maps a world she can no longer see. The echoes of her own footsteps are her only map; the vibrations in the air, her only warning. Cloaked in the tattered remnants of a life that once saw it all, she is a wanderer, her path guided by the whispers of the earth itself. (NOTE: This story is completely unrelated to the main storyline of Arknights, there may be some inconsistencies in certain plot points/chapters of the story since this is my first time "professionally" writing my hyperfixiations for a game with such complex and in-depth worldbuilding. And that I'm also horrible at this LOL)

Bend It Till It Breaks(Original) by TheIzzy101

The waves are beautiful. Truly a spectacle if you take the time to really watch them. Careful though. If you get too close, you might be dragged out to sea. (This is just an experimental fic for my Arknights oc. It's still a story and I hope you enjoy my bullshit)

Influence by kensy_lane

The curtain around the hospital bed slides open to reveal an African American man with warm eyes. He walks in with an easy smile and a white man steps in just behind him with dark blue eyes and near black brown waves that fall to his shoulders. The man behind him catches my eye, his eyes a bright blue with a crown of golden hair. Our eyes meet and his crystal blue ones widen. Déjà vu hits me like a truck and my mind bounces back to a fuzzy night a couple of months ago full of hard liquor. While I can't remember many things from that night, I do remember those blue eyes vividly. My lips pop open and a blush tints my cheeks as well as his. Oh, Jesus, I had a one-night stand with Captain America. Reagan Monroe was born with a gift she never wanted and hates to use now. She's isolated herself, but since life is relatively shit, trouble still manages to find her. After defending a kid from some goons, a certain group of superheroes finds her and it turns out she already knows one of them. And not in the most flattering of ways. *I DO NOT OWN THE AVENGERS OR MARVEL IN ANY WAY. ONLY THE CHARACTERS AND SITUATIONS I CREATE*

Arknights - Wayfarer by Maxiception

A lone kitsune within an endless wilderness. The life of a Catastrophe Messenger is one of uncertainty. With no end in sight, they traverse the incredibly hostile landscapes that define Terra beyond the walls of the nomadic cities, collecting and delivering vital information for the survival of Terran civilization against the onslaught of devastating Catastrophes. The story follows Apollo, a kitsune-turned-Catastrophe Messenger, through the many areas and aspects of Terra that individuals outside his profession will never get to witness. All while ensuring his own survival among an environment where nature itself is out for blood. "It's all about saving lives. More lives." ...How naive. If only it were that easy. Deadly anomalies. Dangerous wildlife. Tensions between factions whose effects cannot be avoided, even in the middle of nowhere. And a haunting past. In short... business as usual. Time to get to work. This story is a bit like Arknights meets Death Stranding, since the job of a 'Catastrophe Messenger' and general situation is strangely similar to a 'Porter'. It will operate almost completely independently from the plot of the game itself. This story is thus aimed more towards readers who like to immerse themselves into a unique perspective of the world of Arknights and not into a recreation of the in-game plot. So if you like Arknights, but can't wrap your head around the game's plot, then this story should fit for you. (Definetly not an excuse for the fact that the author is just interested in the general worldbuilding itself and not the game's plot directly.) As such, mistakes are to be expected, for this is my first experimental dive into the world of Arknights. Feel free to correct them if found. The 'Mature' tag is only for occasional descriptions of injuries and blood, as Messengers often face dangerous situations that can cause injury and sometimes even death. These will not be constant and not extreme. Arknights belongs to Yostar.

Ashes of Originium by Vyphy1

He fell asleep at his desk, surrounded by guides and lore of Arknights. When he opened his eyes, the world of Terra stared back at him-its skies burning with Originium dust, its cities scarred by war, and its people locked in endless struggle. Reincarnated into a body already marked by infection, he awakens with unstable Arts burning in his veins and no allies at his side. Hunted as a threat, shunned as Infected, he must carve a place for himself in a land where survival is never guaranteed. Will he stand with Rhodes Island, seeking salvation for the Infected? Will he be swept into Reunion's revolution, a weapon of chaos? Or will Terra itself consume him, one shard of Originium at a time?

Can I live in undertale? by fox_lover050

"I don't want to go!!" I scream "Undertale is my life now!!" Bolt throws science on me: "Its just a game. We have to go home..." I know in my heart I cannot leave. What about Sans and papyrus? Goat mom? All the other monsters? I hate my birthplace. I won't leave... (I didn't create any of the art.)

ARKNIGHTS: Rogue Operator 115 by KMS-Whittman

"How long has it been since I was an operator, to be honest I couldn't tell you. Though let me say this is it enough to be vilified, maybe, but I have a job to do and nothing will stop me from finishing what has been started." Any character belonging to the mobile ARKNIGHTS are not my own and are the intellectual property of yostar, supermontagne, and hypergryph.

I Never thought simulating life could screw me up this badly!! by TrueAngel20

My Patreon : patreon.com/TrueAngel? Simulating countless lives to grow stronger-yes, of course. That's how it usually goes in light novel plots, isn't it? But in a simulation world that's supposed to be fictional... why is it becoming real?! What?! The girls are looking for me?! Margaret and Talulah are among them?! And now they want to drag me to a wedding?! Damn it... whoever wants to stay can stay-I'm out!! (Initializing Simulation World System) (Location: Kazimierz) (Backstory) You are an orphan adopted by the prestigious Nearl family, because your parents were knights closely connected to the family head at the time. However, both of them sacrificed their lives to hold back the Ursus army-and never returned from the war. (Family) You were adopted by Schneezt, the then-head of the Nearl family. Your adoptive younger sister is Margaret Nearl, who deeply loves and worries about you. Another adopted sister who clings to you often is Maria Nearl. You also have a strict uncle who serves as your mentor-Minor (Moyna). A slightly younger aunt who enjoys hugging you-Sophia. And a gentle grandfather who always spoils you. They all love you and see you as a true member of their family. Chosen Abilities Great Knight (Elite Tier): When your heart does not falter, neither you nor your blade will ever betray the faith placed in you. Courageous Heart (Rare Tier): No matter the situation, your heart will never waver. Not even magic or mind-controlling spells can shake your brave spirit. Eldest Child (Normal Tier): Your bond with your family is greatly enhanced. My Patreon : patreon.com/TrueAngel

ARKNIGHTS:Setting of Terra by Unknown22946619

After dying in an accident on Earth, But bren was now being reborn in the otherworld of Terra. But he need to find the answer first in this world. Well I made first story of arknights for the first time :p

Outcast oneshot book. by Broken-fnaf-fan

Hello everyone, mostly to my followers. Yes, you read the title right, this is a Outcast only book! I've been thinking about making this for a while now, and since I'm not currently into Undertale at the moment. I still want to write for my oc's, because so many people love them. All the characters do belong to me thanks. Some doodles (including the cover) are mine as well. Other things, such as music or aesthetic's or quotes aren't mine. They're just random things I search for! Enjoy! Updates are random, keep your eyes peeled!

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To Hear the Shape of The World

To the ends of Terra, will she ever stop walking? Stillness is a lie told by those who trust only their eyes. They see a quiet room and believe it empty. They see a calm face and believe them peaceful. But the world is never still. It breathes. It hums with the footsteps of a thousand lives, the shudder of distant machinery, the frantic, rhythmic drumming of a frightened heart. Once, she was the keenest eye in a Sargon scout clan, a Liberi who lived by the sharpness of her gaze. Now, Oripathy has left her in a world of featureless grey, and the only sight left to her is an Arts she once despised: a seismic sense that maps a world she can no longer see. The echoes of her own footsteps are her only map; the vibrations in the air, her only warning. Cloaked in the tattered remnants of a life that once saw it all, she is a wanderer, her path guided by the whispers of the earth itself. (NOTE: This story is completely unrelated to the main storyline of Arknights, there may be some inconsistencies in certain plot points/chapters of the story since this is my first time "professionally" writing my hyperfixiations for a game with such complex and in-depth worldbuilding. And that I'm also horrible at this LOL)