Semiugrier Stories

- The reader originates from the sphere, coming down to the ground after throwing everything away. She's been part of the cleaners for years, ultimately surrounding herself with her new friends and family. Building a strong connection to a certain man with a wooden distaff. It's when she arrives at the ground that she discovers true love in letters sent between the sun and the moon. She gathers all the information she can between them, only getting farther in her search when another person named Rudo falls to the ground. She only ever grows more tired, especially after meeting a certain news anchor. - [This story was originally posted on AO3 by Mr_Yuugo and currently has 6 chapters) Art on cover by: Mr_yuugo

𖤝 ━━━ ⠀❝ DOES THE BODY RULE THE MIND OR DOES THE MIND RULE THE BODY? I DON'T KNOW. ❞ 𖤝 ━━━ ⠀In the filthy depths of the Pit, survival depends on what you can turn into a Vital Instrument. For you, blind and abandoned, it's a passed down music box. Enigmas and wisdom are contained within memories... and memories are always fresh. various!gachiakuta x fem!reader. follows the manga. © BABYBANGS, 2026 © gachiakuta - kei urana

In a world full of filth, you'd think that the people would not be as messed up as where they live. ‎ ‎That's what one would think. ‎ ‎What happens to a heart so shattered, when it's left to fend for itself? ‎ ‎Does it wallow in it's sorrow, devoid of hope? ‎ ‎Does it use it's sharp edges to hurt those around? ‎ ‎Or does someone else mend it, and set it free? ‎ ‎ •••••••••••••••••••••• OC is different from reader. Reader is 18, Oc is 15. Warnings will be placed at the beginning of each chapter. Saying this now, there WILL be spoilers in this fanfic. All the heinous acts done within this series are things I do NOT at all condone. I do not wish them upon anyone, and I hope that my writing encompasses how people deal with these problems and how they grow from them Other than my OC Meno and Reader, all the other characters are NOT mine, they are all creations of Kei Urana from her manga, Gachiakuta. And lastly, please enjoy, comment, and comment, and PLEASE comment, I'd really love to interact with you guys as this is my first time posting on this platform! Also please expect mistakes from time to time, English is not my first language.

"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

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

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.

CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR GACHIAKUTA ＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊ ' ' ' ' There's the angel that crossed the border, seen by The Lady of Penta. It had went and came back once more. But no story has been shared of the angel that appeared. No eyewitnesses of it arriving. It just appeared. The angel cries, the angel wields a scythe. The angel does not belong here. EXTREMELY SLOW UPDATES!!

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're a... What?" "You've never heard of a shark before?" "What even is that?" く⁠コ⁠:⁠彡 A shark has landed in the Ground! How, why, who? Dive into the sea, or trash in this case, to find out! 🔷Gachiakuta belongs to Kei Urana and Hideyoshi Andou for the grafitti designs.

> | 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

When Omei was born, everything finally felt peaceful. For the first time in years, [Name] had a home. A family. A future worth protecting. But then the world fell apart. Separated from her brother and stranded in a place that should not exist, [Name] finds herself forced to navigate a brutal new world alongside her young daughter. Surrounded by monsters, strangers, and secrets that refuse to stay buried, survival quickly becomes the least of her worries. Because some memories are missing. Some truths don't add up. And the people she trusts most may know more than they're willing to say. After all, every storm begins with a quiet day. And this was the calm before it. _________ Manga/anime spoilers will be taking place in this work. So brace yourselves ya'll, it's the beginning of the end. The manga/anime Gachiakuta DOES NOT BELONG TO ME and belong to its RIGHTFUL OWNER. Kei Urana. Anything relating to its contents featured in this work rightfully belong to her. Any hate towards her will not be tolerated. This work isn't officially apart of the manga/anime series Gachiakuta. The stories plot line belongs to me along with any OC's mentioned or described. This is a Female Reader Insert. There is implied teen pregnancy. Yes, this is a yandere story, just not the psycho/gorey kind. Chapters will have a lesser word count than future chapters. And yes, this is a slow burn. Extremely slow updates.

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

Meeting the Sadiki siblings brought something back to the Cleaners...and maybe even someone.

*CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR MANGA, AU, NON CANON COMPLIANT* Being a trader in the Sphere had its highs and lows; you did whatever it took to satisfy the Sphererites as long as the profits were good. One day, your father met Caines, a rich, corrupt man seeking power over the Sphere, even using his own son to achieve it. This encounter changed everything you knew, and as fate took an unexpected turn, a new life emerged as you were thrown into the Pit. You were rescued by a stoic, confident man, joining the Cleaners. You found salvation in more ways than one, yet you still battled emotions of grief and loss. Love came to you in its various forms: manipulative, toxic, soft, and gentle. It clouded your perception of reality, except for one clear thought. You had one mission, Killing Caines. crossposted on ao3, quotev, & tumblr @ regalrem