Eishiastilza Stories

❝𝘠𝘰𝘶... 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘺?❞ ~--~❦︎~--~ Hmm... Monkey... Jk - She helped anyone who came along her path, good or evil, right or wrong. Always battered to black and blue, some visible and others hidden. Nursing them back to peace, she never cared about the way she imprinted in their minds. Wandering aimlessly - neglecting her job - through the mountains of trash, her strolls seem to have caused her to accidentally rack up a heap of favours she can check in at anytime. ~--~❦︎~--~ ❝𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦?❞ ❝𝙁𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙚.❞ ~--~❦︎~--~ • HEAVY manga spoilers, not recommended to anime-onlys unless you won't mind them, proceed at your own risk • Please do not ignore the notes in the introduction as you read my work <3 . . . . . . Started: 31//August//2025 Ended: --//-//---- Updates: In the process of editing + republishing Status: Ongoing Currently in the manga's: Spellcaster mural arc ∆Gachiakuta is made by Kei Urana.∆ ∆Credits go to them for the characters except for my own.∆

The story of a boy whose fate began to take a new turn when he became friends and brothers with Rudo, who is called the son of a murderer.

"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

In a world built on what is discarded, Ilsa Karsten survives by understanding odds and quickly learning what it means to survive. Ilsa is a Cleaner who operates with restraint, precision, and an acute understanding of risk. On the Ground she treats every decision as a game. Nothing is trusted without cost. Nothing is taken without consequence. Ilsa's past is rarely spoken of, but it informs everything she does. Once forced to fall from a place that promised safety and order, she learned that certainty is a liability and belief leads to loose ends. What remains of that fall is not grief or rage, but discipline - a refusal to act blindly, and an acceptance that survival often means carrying what cannot be discarded. As tensions deepen and old remnants of the world resurface, Ilsa is confronted with the limits of restraint in a system that rewards cruelty as adaptation. In a society built on what is thrown away, she must decide whether control is enough to preserve her humanity - or whether surviving the Ground will require risking the one thing she has guarded most carefully: herself. -------- Everything Gachiakuta-related belongs to Kei Urana and the creators of Gachiakuta.

𓈒 ꒪ ♬ㅤ𝐀 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍 who goes through hell and back, all for the sake of inspirational uses. what's more important than that? ❝cause you and i, we were born to die.❞ ﹙✧﹚ VAR. GACHIAKUTA X READER / © kaioruvv 2025

‼️Gachiakuta x OC story‼️ Apologies to everyone, this will not be an x reader. I find it way easier to use a written character rather than using {User} or {Y/N}. For those of you who are interested and are willing to stick around. Hello and welcome~ This will not be my first time writing a story (as I have wrote many cringe fan-fiction in the past, sorry high school me). My grammar has improved significantly and this account is my fresh start. It's been 10 years since I've written a fic, so please be easy on me dear readers! I will try and update as frequently as I can as I am a busy adult just enjoying a hobby~ Anyways, I love you all and hope you enjoy! ~ Author

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"

❝ WHAT ARE YOU DOING...? ❞ ❝ I MEAN, IT CAN'T BE THAT DANGEROUS. ❞ 𝐆𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐀 𝐗 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑. ❝ i already told you i don't need backup. ❞ ❝ you really are stubborn. ❞ ❝ 𝐧𝐨 𝐢'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭... ❞ ⋆ ── 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 being abandoned by your first love you start working for the cleaners while moving on to your next love. 𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐎 ! ⋆ ──── © 𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐚 © 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐚

ᵒᵗᵒᵐᵉᵎVIDEO GAME X GACHIAKUTA AU! ❝𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺?❞ ✶⋆.˚↻-◁-||-▷-↺˚.⋆✶ Meet our characters, interact with them in the open world. Live a daily life, repetitive, entertaining and free in the system we've programmed for you! ✶⋆.˚↻-◁-||-▷-↺˚.⋆✶ ❝𝘞𝘏𝘖𝘈𝘈?!!❞ • Does not follow the original manga, but spoilers will take place • Video game AU means the ENTIRE universe of Gachiakuta will be set in a video game-style format • It's otome, a harem. With a little mix of bitter and sweet . . . . . . Started: 12//December//2025 Ended: --/-/---- Updates: ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ Status: ongoing ∆Gachiakuta is made by Kei Urana.∆ ∆Credits go to them for the characters except my own.∆

"You fix things that are already broken," Enjin said, wiping soot from her cheek. "But tell me, Coil - who fixes you?" "Maybe no one," she answered. "Maybe I just keep turning until the gears catch again." "Then I'll be the wrench in your hand." In a world that worships perfection and casts away the rest, Rincha Coil refuses to stay discarded. Her hands can mend the broken - but her heart will have to learn to forgive. Because even in a world made of rust... gold still gleams.

" Catharsis, it's the purging or release of emotional tensions, especially through kinds of art or music. " pairing. august stilza x f!oc/reader. slight reverse harem. 𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗢𝗜𝗡𝗚. November 2025 @infantazia

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.