Eishia Stories

You are a young apothecary who loves a lot of.... Poisons, and knows a lot of bad habits that YOU only know. One day, as you were cleaning the living room of Concubine Gyokuyou's house?(Idk what it is so sorry!) You found a weird looking book, that seems to be not in your language, because you are a little curious cat, you decided to peak in it... . . . . . . . . . . . . . . (The Apothecary Diaries x Gachiakuta) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . (PLS DO NOT COPY IT!! BUT YOU CAN GET INSPIRATION FROM IT!) - note from Author (Edit: I just added smth new on the title)

"🇮 🇩🇴🇳'🇹 🇹🇷🇺🇸🇹 🇧🇪🇮🇳🇬🇸 🇼🇮🇹🇭 🇦 🇩🇮🇨🇰." Byakko doesn't remember her past - but she knows getting close to Tamsy is dangerous. He's calm on the surface and chaos underneath, a quiet smile hiding something sharp she can feel even when he says nothing. She should keep her distance. She should run. But she doesn't. Something in him pulls her in, something she can't name, something she's willing to face even if it destroys her. She just doesn't know whether that part of him is meant to save her... or break her. 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒕 3 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒅𝒐'𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒍

"Uhh-You're Zanka, right?" Enjin could've sworn that the suicidal teen he talked out of that well sounded like a guy; they talked for a decent amount of time, so he should be able to tell. Said teen stood in front of him now, and Enjin wondered if he had it all wrong. The well that he-or she-maybe they?-hid themselves in was a dark place, so Enjin couldn't exactly get a full grasp of their appearance. 5 times people questioned whether Zanka was a girl or a boy, 1 time Zanka accepted that they're neither. Or, a few things happen which lead to Zanka realizing that he might be trans Fall for my androgynous Zanka propaganda woooooh

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 !

❝𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗜𝗡 𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧, 𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗪𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗡 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞❞ ˋ°•*⁀➷ Cannibalism, a metaphor for a destructive, all-encompassing passion where you give everything until nothing is left, akin to devouring each other, self-destruction to becoming one with them, and possessing them completely. It gnaws and becomes parasitic, leaving one hollow but never satisfied, craving so much they'd devour them to feel complete. What is love, if not the willing act of letting someone consume you until you are nothing but a memory of who you used to be? 𝙋𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙: 12/24/25 𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙: --/--/-- Gachiakuta Fanfiction ⚠︎ Contains Major Manga Spoilers [Will be following the Manga] 𝗧𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗮𝘁 © Hirareiya 𝗚𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗮𝗸𝘂𝘁𝗮 © Kei Urana

The world is drowning in its own filth. Mountains of waste bury the horizon, a kingdom of junk where the condemned are tossed like scraps. Down here, in the Pit, trash is more than refuse it's alive, gnawing at the bones of the forsaken. The strong carve their place from rust and ruin. The weak are ground into the dirt. Cleaners, Raiders, all fighting to rule the graveyard of forgotten things. They say when value is placed on trash, said trash will come to life.

sometimes thinking gets you nowhere, or everywhere all at once. Gachiakuta is NOT my story, all credits to Kei Urana

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

When Semiu assigns you to assist August Stilza, the Cleaner HQ's most brilliant and impossible designer, you expect long hours and messy work. You don't expect the storm of ego, caffeine, and chaos that comes with him. August insists he doesn't need help. You insist he does. Between tangled wires, half-finished gear, and the strange beauty of his cluttered world, you begin to see the cracks beneath his perfection. You're just supposed to organize his schedule and fix his messes. But in a city built on trash and second chances, even the most reluctant partnerships can start to matter. A slow-burning story about patience, pride, and the art of building something together.