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𝐈𝐧 $𝐮𝐧!𝐋𝟏𝐕 𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝! ──────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ∩――――∩ || ∧ ﾍ　 || || (* ' ｰ') ZZzz |ﾉ^⌒⌒づ'￣ ＼ (　 ノ　 　⌒ ヽ ＼ ＼ 　　||￣￣￣￣￣|| 　 ＼,ﾉ|| ──────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ "Race to my light" There is this legend, when the child of gods will fall from the heaven, times will change You, without a doubt, were the child. Gifted in every aspect: beautiful, powerful, giving and the list goes on That day when Rudo the spherite fell from heaven, times did change. Visions of this Ground shifted Will you uphold the legend or change? 𓆩♕𓆪

everyone says Zanka is a dry person and seems rigid, but no one knows he is always soft with his cutie

My first Gachiakuta fan-fiction! I'm still bad at this, so sorry in advance! // Rudo was walking through the ruined 'gardens' of the cleaners HQ, when he heard a familliar voice. He ran to check it, but nobody was there. He then heard a familiar voice behind him. //or// Tamsy sees Regto walking around the ground unharmed. DISCLAIMER I DO NOT OWN THE GACHIAKUTA ANIME!!! THIS IS A FANFICTION!! ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED TO THE CREATOR KEI URANA!!

ヘビ革 ° loathing, unadulterated 𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆. ʟᴏꜱɪɴɢ your memories may not be the best thing to ever happen to you. But being found by the Cleaners and starting anew definitely is. There's only one, teensy, 𝗭𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗮 shaped problem. 𝘇𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗮 𝗻𝗶𝗷𝗶𝗸𝘂 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿. © ᶜʰᵉˢʰⁱʳᵉˢᵃᶠ | ᵖˡᵒᵗ © ᵏᵉⁱ ᵘʳᵃⁿᵃ | ˢᵗᵒʳʸ

In which Riff brother was thrown off the pit after being accused of killing their adoptive father, but she jumped after him.....finding herself on...a ground?..... enjoy. all right of Gachiakuta belongs to its author only riff belongs to me.

[GACHIAKUTA x Fem!Reader] "You're tailor-made for this day and age, 'cause you're powerless and look like prey~!" ╰┈➤ ​🇮​​🇳​ ​🇼​​🇭​​🇮​​🇨​​🇭​, a mysterious girl named [Name] [Last Name] shows up at the Cleaners with a watch-like Jinki that seems to hide secrets heavier than just the pungent smell of the Ground. So then, as the play lifts its curtains and begins its final act, can the watch-carrying traveler make it through this carnival of fate without being mesmerized?

Cast into the suffocating filth of the Abyss, Rudo is a boy fueled by a singular, jagged spite against the heavens that discarded him. He expects only monsters and decay, but instead, he finds Niila and the others. While Rudo seeks to tear the world down, Nilla wields her dark blue knitting needles to stitch it back together. As an energetic nihilist....she is the vibrant anomaly in the grey...a girl who hears the heartbeat in "trash" and refuses to let a soul unravel. In a world that defines them both as waste, Niila sees the fraying edges of Rudo's humanity. She won't just help him survive the Aberrant Beasts...she will attempt to knit his broken spirit into the very fabric of the Cleaners, forcing a collision between his destructive rage and her relentless hope. "In the Abyss, you are either the one who breaks or the one who mends and Niila has already chosen her side." Platonic romance.

❝𝗜 𝗛𝗔𝗗 𝗔 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗙𝗘𝗟𝗟 𝗜𝗡 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗕𝗢𝗗𝗬 𝗘𝗟𝗦𝗘 𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗘 𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗘 𝗜𝗧'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗘! 𝗖'𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗠𝗘, 𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗘?❞ ━━━━━ 𝗜𝗡 a world built on trash, lies, and people who are thrown away, (Y/N) was never meant to feel anything at all. Born among the Sphereites and raised to be perfect, she learned early that emotions were inconvenient, silence was praised, and obedience kept you safe. From the outside, she was everything the Sphere adored-polite, capable, untouchable. On the inside, she was empty. Still. Quiet. Until she fell. Cast down into the Ground, where rot breathes and survival demands blood, (Y/N) joins the Cleaners-believing usefulness might give her purpose. Instead, she becomes something far more dangerous. Her Vital Instrument does not cut, burn, or destroy. It calms. When she acknowledges what she feels, the world around her sinks into stillness. Rage dulls. Fear slows. Pain quiets. And those who live in chaos begin to crave her presence like air after drowning. Especially Rudo Surebrec. Around her, his curse eases. His hatred softens. His pain stops screaming. And once he realizes that calm has a source... letting go becomes impossible. But Rudo isn't the only one who notices. Cleaners grow protective. Raiders grow curious. Obsession blooms quietly, dangerously, from both sides of the battlefield. Love turns possessive. Protection turns suffocating. And the more (Y/N) tries to disappear, the more the world bends around her. Because still water doesn't mean safety. It means pressure. And when it finally breaks, everyone will be dragged under.