Historias de Arkha

"On God, Zanka I'm low-key abandoning you. That man is crazy. BYEEEE." 🫆🫆🫆🫆 In a floating city, a young boy is framed for the death of his father and exiled. He ends up in a junkyard zone, and swears to return for revenge with his twin sister. All credits belong to kei urana except the protagonist in this book. Updates will probably be weekly/rare.

ʳᵃᶦᵈᵉⁿ ˢʰᵒᵍᵘⁿ ᵈᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳ As war consumed Inazuma, Raiden Shogun made the ultimate sacrifice to protect her daughter, Y/N. With sorrow in her eyes, she tore open a portal through the storm-a gateway to another world free from chaos. Pushing Y/N through, she whispered her final goodbye, knowing this separation was the only way to ensure her child's survival. Now Y/n finds herself somewhere else....the sphere

Survival first. Feelings later. GearHead Makku doesn't fix people-she fixes the things that hurt them. Until her brother's team shows up with a sharp-tongued strategist named Tamujī Keinzu... and suddenly, the world isn't the only thing falling apart.

WARNING⚠️: there will be grammer mistake, first time writing for Yandere, gore, ETC enjoy ^_^ ☆The world really took an upside down on to you huh... suck to suck! Get thrown down into a world of mysterious and more mysterious on yourself! You probably do have depression but it's ok! Yea know why? 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮<3 ☆ You can also find me on Ao3 and Quotev! I DO NOT OWN GACHIAKUTA!!! ALL CREDITS GO TO THE RIGHT FULL OWNER BESIDES THE READER IN THIS STORY

──★ NOW OPENING WWW.Y4KISOBAAA.COM/FILEOGACHIAKUTA ; the ghost of the pit, ROSEN, meets the boy who brings her noise once again, named RUDO . . . various!gachiakuta x oc . . . &now playing . . . the skeleton orchestra from lilia

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