𝙃𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙨... - SLOW UPDATES‼️

"You look Heavenly." The boy muttered quietly to himself as he looked at the girl, his eyes going wide as he stared. "Hm?" Misa replied turning, not quite catching what he said. "𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨." His voice small as he turned his gaze down sheepishly. In which Misa in the midst of a deadly game meets 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘱. Kōdai Tatta x oc aib x oc (im surprised there's no Tatta fanfics so im gonna write one for my sake.)

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?

"No one could understand the love I have for you. Not even you" In a world shaped by fragile memories, two lives cross in ways neither can explain. Aina remembers everything, while Chishiya feels the pull of something just out of reach. Drawn together by forces neither can fully understand, their bond deepens as they search for meaning in a world that feels both new and familiar. But some truths are buried for a reason, and when the line between reality and illusion fades, can they hold on to what matters the most? └── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘ ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ - drugs, sexual themes, strong language, death, self-harm, suicide - └── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘ ❗️This is just a fanfiction❗️ I do not own any character of Alice in Borderland. I own just the ones I created for my story - the OC and people who are related to her. English is not my first language, so there might be some mistakes (I will try to eliminate them)

➷｡˚ ೃ࿔₊• 𝘴. 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤 "𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧. 𝐈𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐝" what happens when you find yourself trapped in a cruel word? a world full of despair, where you aren't able to do anything to help yourself. not to mention, other people. in that world, full of despair, you found warmth. a warmth you never knew you needed from someone. that place wasn't made for love, but you tried to make it possible. you weren't just playing the game master's games. you were also playing chishiya's and they were even more deadly. ╚══ஓ๑ 1/12/21 ๑ஓ══╝ #1 cards - 12.01.22 #2 hearts - 03.02.22