So you tried to end your life and somehow ended up in the world of Gachiakuta. Sure, you love Gachiakuta-but it's probably the worst place to wake up in, especially with a system that never shuts up. What does one even do in a situation like this? Crack every huzz you see? At least you still have your rollerblades, I guess... Totally not your Vital Instrument. Totally not. GACHIAKUTA BELONGS TO KEI URANA FIC INSPIRED BY MORAL SUPPORT BY ijustwantsome_bananamilk

You've hated Action and most Shonen Anime your entire life, so somehow - whatever god you've angered in your past life - you end up waking up in the anime series known as Gachiakuta. Your desperate desire to find a way out, and to protect the people you've grown to care for in your new life. People who, you love and hate, begin to care about you... far more deeply than you realize. [Anime only safe]

ᯓ.ᐟ (𝐍.) 𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋. ❝ i love winning, baby, i want it all .ᐟ❞ 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛- gambling gave you a rush of feelings you couldn't find in anything else. but at some point, even the taste of victory wasn't enough. ❝ i wanna prove that i got the balls .ᐟ ❞ Gachiakuta is NOT mine, it's rightfully owned by Kei Urana - cross posted on quotev !

"You know, sweetheart, for someone who claims to love the silence, your soul makes a hell of a lot of noise whenever I'm around...kinda wanna make you scream" In a world of falling gods and rising rot, the Ground's most chaotic Cleaner finally meets the one thing he can't sweep away: a "princess" Ronin with a wooden soul.

You don't fall. You are thrown. The Sphere's judgment sends you into the Pit along with the city's refuse. Twisted metal, torn cloth, broken tools spinning beside you like discarded memories. The air reeks of rust and rot, and the darkness below opens wide, patient, inevitable. Then- Everything goes quiet. The noise of crashing trash fades. The screaming wind softens. Even your heart seems to hold its breath, to cover you silently. You look up. At the edge of the Sphere, silhouetted against the sky, stands a man bathed in sunlight. The sun burns the same color as his eyes. A sharp, warm, impossible shade that pours down around him as if it chose him on purpose to hold the sun in him. Dust and debris fall past his outline, but he doesn't move. He just watches. And in that stillness, you chock on your breath. A stir of questions from the experience before you collapsed on the ground now. Questions that hung in the air and between them both as your body started to feel movement again. And despite yourself. Despite your cautious behavior throughout your life that kept you alive and surviving you asked something out of sorts instead. "Who are you?" An ordinary question that would unlock so many new experiences. His gaze meets yours-steady, curious, unafraid and for a single suspended moment, the Pit no longer exists. There is only the distance between them, stretched thin by gravity and fate. Then he tilts his head, a faint smile tugging at his mouth. "Well" he says softly, almost amused, "What a beautiful suprise" Then the darkness rushes back in. Trash collides. The fall resumes. The Pit surges upward to claim you. But you keeps looking at him-at the sun wearing a man's shape-even as the light pulls out of reach. Because even as the Sphere discards you, you were now being seen for who you were And that changes everything. ~°¤°~ An Enjin x reader Enjoy♡

𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐓 ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵉʳᵉ ʰᵘʳˡᵉᵈ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʳᵃˢʰ ʰᵉᵃᵖ, ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵈᵉˢᶜᵉⁿᵗ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃʳᵏ ⁱᵐᵖᵘˡˢᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵈʳᵒᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵃʷᵃᵏᵉⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᶠ ⁱⁿˢᵃⁿⁱᵗʸ, ᵘⁿᵃʷᵃʳᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵃᵒˢ ⁱˢ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵘⁿˡᵉᵃˢʰ GACHIAKUTA VARIOUS X READER FANFIC IN WHICH, You had spent your life in the slums, sifting through mountains of refuse where survival was measured in scraps. One evening, beneath a shroud of rusted iron and twisted beams, your hand closed around something different―a sword, cracked yet whispering with forgotten weight. You did not know it then, but that single grasp would unearth more than metal... it would unchain calamities 17082025 @TINNITUZZZ NOT CROSSPOSTED ON OTHER PLATFORMS

༘⋆♡⸝⸝💌⊹。°˖➴ [ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ! ɢᴀᴄʜɪᴀᴋᴜᴛᴀ x ꜱᴘʜᴇʀᴇɪᴛᴇ! ɢᴜɪᴛᴀʀɪꜱᴛ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] (ON HOLD!) (WATTPAD REPORTED ME!) 🎀🪞🩰🦢🕯️⋆˚࿔ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆🕯️🦢🩰🪞🎀 ✎ᝰ.🅲🅾🅽🆃🅰🅸🅽🆂 🅰🅳🆄🅻🆃 🆃🅷🅴🅼🅴🆂! 🆁🅴🅰🅳 🆃🅷🅸🆂 🅰🆃 🆈🅾🆄🆁 🅾🆆🅽 🆁🅸🆂🅺 🅰🅽🅳 🅱🅴🅷🅰🆅🅴 🅼🅰🆃🆄🆁🅴🅻🆈! M4nga Sp0il3rs, A𝗀3 𝖦4𝗉, 𝖢𝗎𝗋5e 𝖶0𝗋𝖽𝗌, 𝖱4𝖼𝗂𝗌𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖲e𝗑1𝗌𝗆, S𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝖾𝗍𝖼. ୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ!⋄ 𓍯 ﾒ૦ﾒ૦💋 ────୨ৎ──── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ "ɪ ᴀᴍ ʏ/ɴ ʟ/ɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ, ᴄʜᴏꜱᴇɴ ʙʏ ɢᴏᴅ" ────୨ৎ──── ⇢ ˗ˏˋ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ᴍɪꜱᴇʀᴀʙʟᴇ ʟɪꜰᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴠᴇᴅ, ɪɴ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴜᴅᴀʟ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱɪꜱᴛ ꜱᴏᴄɪᴇᴛʏ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀʀᴅ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴘʜᴇʀᴇ, ʀɪɢʜᴛ? ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏᴏɴ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀꜱ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ʙɪʀᴅ! ࿐ྂ

What could a mother do when her child hangs over the abyss itself? What could a mother do when her husband is gone from this world itself? What could a mother do when her child is falling down into death's grasp? Well she jumps right after her child into the abyss. _________ Started: 19/01-2026 Ended: This is a xmother!reader where the reader is Rudo's adoptive mother who married his adoptive father!

Informations are one of the most powerful things on earth, especially when those are photos. Too bad that those informations could also be dangerous and there are men ready to do anything to obtain or delete them. "Uh? Is that. . .is Mary Poppins clapping some monsters made of trash?!" ". . .you have inhaled too much toxic gas"

╰➤ 𝐙𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐀 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐉𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ────𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, y/n l/n tried to be a better person. she truly did, but the past has a funny way of coming back into her life. ❝ YOU KNOW, I'D KILLLL FOR YA. ❞ ❝ SEE, WHEN YOU SAY THINGS LIKE THAT IT MAKES ME THINK YOU DON'T HATE ME. ❞ ❀ ── ongoing