Semiugrier Stories

You are the Librarian-the Keeper of the Cleaners' HQ archives, responsible for preserving records of missions, weapons, etc. You live a quiet, controlled life, surrounded by paper and silence... until Enjin keeps walking in. Smirking. Teasing. Borrowing files he doesn't need. You've been here before-tangled with him in the sheets, burned by him. Every time you let him in, he disappears back into chaos. "Still pretending you don't miss me, Ms. Librarian?" He leans on your desk like he owns it, smirking like he remembers everything he shouldn't. You tell yourself you're over it. Over him. But fire has a memory. Once it's lit, it remembers how to burn. You are no damsel. You've fought beside the Cleaners before...and if the mission demands it, you'll fight again. Only this time, not just in the battlefield .💋 #1 Gachiakuta 10/17/25

"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

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"

> | You volunteered to leave. The prophecy called for a sovereign flame to descend into a decaying world and restore balance. You stepped forward without hesitation - because that's what rulers do. But the ritual failed. Instead of arriving as a savior, you crashed into a wasteland known as the Pit - a graveyard of metal, concrete, and forgotten things. Your Sol Emeralds are gone. Your flames are weaker. And the energy in this world feels wrong against your skin, like it's pushing back against your very existence. When a group of people known as Cleaners find you standing in the rubble, regal and unyielding despite the dust at your feet, they don't see a queen. They see a threat. Now stranded in a world that doesn't bow and doesn't believe in destiny, you must learn to survive without a throne, without certainty - and without the full strength of the fire that once answered your every command. 𝙀𝙭𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙙, 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣. --- @ ᵍᵃᶜʰⁱᵃᵏᵘᵗᵃ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍˢ ᵗᵒ ᵏᵉⁱ ᵘʳᵃⁿᵃ @ ᵇˡᵃᶻᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃᵗ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍˢ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵍᵃ

The first life you had was in your world dozing off from drinks while watching anime over and over but then your vision blurred and then poof your sent to the very anime you were watching and now you gotta survive. • ★ • MANGA AND ANIME SPOILERS • ★ • Semiu x female reader