❝𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧.❞ - 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐈𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 walks a path of limits fixed, others bent by necessity. She knows her silence. She wears it without shame. But in a world where danger whispers, where footsteps go unheard, she knows she's not strong enough. Just as hope nears, fate-silent and cruel-steals it away. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 is ruthless. It breathes danger, soaked in old blood and bad chances. Here, strength is sacred, wit a weapon. Even a scratch can be fatal. -𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘- I DO NOT OWN ALICE IN BORDERLAND!! I ONLY OWN CHARACTERS THAT DID NOT APPEAR IN THE SERIES/MANGA!!

For twelve years, Amari Sakura was held hostage in a hidden room down in the basement by her stepfather. When a sudden blackout finally sets her free, she stumbles into an apocalyptic version of Tokyo, where she has to fight for her life playing deadly games. Chishiya Shuntaro is a brilliant doctor who hides behind cold smirks and distant walls. He built them after his childhood best friend Sakura, vanished without a trace twelve years ago, only to be found 'dead'. Her disappearance left a void he could never fill, and now he hides behind indifference, refusing to let anyone close enough to hurt him again. What will become of two childhood best friends when fate reunites them in a world where love and friendship were never meant to exist?

♦️ | Chishiya x OC | ♦️ *PART ONE FINISHED BASED ON S1&S2* PART TWO IN PROGRESS* "I've always have that thought about you, that I don't want to remember you longer, than I have ever known you." Seina was never ordinary unpredictable, an emotional rollercoaster, heartbreakingly beautiful and brilliant, yet broken in every possible way. She stopped caring about life a while ago, no longer afraid of death. She was an addict, always to something else - by day, to her profession, to medicine; by night, to alcohol, drugs, fear, danger and the chaos of the nightlife. But when she ends up in Borderland, she must find a new addiction. A familiar face from her past. A hurtful memory. An unreachable heart. Chishiya. "The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars. "

𐔌 𝓤𝖘𝔢 𝖒𝔢, 𝓘 𝖍𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝖔𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝖆 𝓓𝖔𝔩𝔩 𝓗𝖊𝔞𝔯𝔱 𐦯 𝓨𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝓜𝐈𝐔𝐑𝐀's daily life focuses on taking lifes, living off every stolen breath. She more enjoys the view of a rotting, empty corpse than an alive, warm human. Assuming she's even capable of feeling. She finds it nothing else but an unefficient disgrace. Unefficient in terms of her 'work', where being an empty, perfect doll is actually an advantage. To the point that she doesn't see a place for herself anywhere other than as a doll-like savior from digression. 𝓑ut what if the curtain blocking her finally rises on its own, opening her eyes to see another porcelain filled with organs and blood? 𝓢𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑Ō 𝓒𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀 focuses on saving lives, trying to find out if his own is worth saving. Ever since he started college and even as a surgical intern, he hasn't been able to find the answer to his question. He claims that he lives only to show others how empty a human can be. Findings emotions as a weakness, something suited only for pathetic humans-so not someone like him. 𝓑ut what if instead of a beating heart, he meets an empty, maybe non-existent one, just like his? 𝓞ne born to take lives, the other born to save them. A world in which there is no room for morality, nor principles, let alone for judging who is good and who is evil. An absolute rabbit hole, where anything can be an advantage, but also a deadly weakness. 𝓓espite theoretical differences, they see each other as their reflection. The same gaze, the same body language. The same emptiness. 𝓑oth unaware of the meaning of life. Both empty as porcelain dolls sitting on your shelf, covered in old dust. Both impossible to change unless someone finally takes an interest in them. 𝓑ut are even two identical, morbid souls eeven capable of tolerating each other? started: middle of May '25 I assume?

𝓔𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐀 𝓜𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐈 was that doll you never wanted. A porcelain beauty left to rot in flower pressed graves that simply took the skin of a beautiful, human psychiatrist. Her beauty was one that bloomed in cherry blossoms- the dearly resident, and carefully curated center-piece to her lonely dollhouse. She never minded seeing her porcelain skin covered in blood and wept tears if that meant to know the answer to love. 𝓣hen, she looked into the mirror. 𝓢𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎 𝓒𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀 was an apathetically grey heart surgeon who didn't understand love. Didn't need love. An empty soul bearing the skin of an alike empty human. He worked with careful precision and emotionless strategy that didn't require feelings, or did he believe in finding the answer to love. He didn't understand hearts, he learnt to fix them- Well, only theirs and never his own. 𝓣wo morbid souls who could never truly accept each other- or maybe just their own, distorted reflections. 𝓣hey simply follow each other, falling down into the rabbit hole- just two heartless, empty dolls, one born to save, and the other to heal fractured hearts, finding themselves in the Borderlands. 𝓣here there is no room for morality, nor principles, let alone for judging what is good and what is evil. 𝓟erhaps that is what makes humanity so beautiful to people who already lost theirs. ──── 🃚 ──── started: july 3rd 2025 status: incomplete ended: n/a

𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 Between one heartbeat and the next, there exists a space: liminal, fragile, infinite. It's the line between what was and what could be, between memory and oblivion, life and whatever echoes after it. 𝑴𝑰𝒁𝑼𝑵𝑶 𝑹𝑬𝑰𝑵𝑨, a young rehabilitation psychologist with a fractured past, wakes to find herself in a world where rules have no meaning, only survival does. She doesn't remember how she arrived, or the life she left behind. All she knows is that every choice is a gamble, and every loss takes more than blood. 𝑺𝑯𝑼𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑹Ō 𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑺𝑯𝑰𝒀𝑨, a prodigy of the mind and a man built from silence, moves through that same world with surgical precision. Logic is his weapon, detachment his shield. But when paths collide, something within that liminal space, between fear and curiosity, intellect and instinct, begins to shift. In the stillness between chaos and truth, Liminal tells the story of two people standing on the edge of reason, where love and survival can no longer be told apart.

- Is she alive? - - Yes. - - Is she with you? - - She's waiting for me. - Kuzuryu's voice was steady as the sound of acid filling the scale hissed through the chamber. "Chishiya... if she is the reason you want to survive... don't let yourself be the reason she wants to stay." --- 𝑨𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝑩𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 - 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝑺𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒐

𝘼𝙐: 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙝𝙮𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙫𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙨𝙝 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩. ‎˖ ࣪⊹𐙚 - ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ - ᡣ𐭩 ྀིྀ ᯓ★ 𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙔𝘼 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭-𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭, 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐬, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐰𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧. 𝐃𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐞 - 𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭.

𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐨 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐚𝐤𝐢 was raised to be the queen on the chessboard. With brilliance in her blood and the weight of a medical dynasty on her shoulders, she spent her life calculating every move,winning over every room, and crushing her every opponent. All except one. 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐚, her mirror and her opposite, the heir to a rival empire. Their rivalry was a cold war of perfect scores, stolen glances, and a game neither could afford to lose. A lifelong match of white versus black. But when the world shatters and they're stuck in the Borderlands, their endless match is interrupted by something far more dangerous. Now, stripped of privilege and trapped in a new world, Rin and Chishiya must face the one thing they never prepared for: Each other.