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𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 ♕ - 𝐒. 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 por linewalkerz
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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.
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𝒮𝓊𝓏𝓊𝓃𝑒 𝒮𝒽𝒾𝓇𝒶 ɪꜱ ᴀ ꜱʜʏ ᴘꜱʏᴄʜᴏʟᴏɢʏ ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀꜱ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ Qᴜɪᴇᴛʟʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ. ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴛʏ ɪꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇɢɪɴ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ꜰᴀʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴀʟᴋꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ. ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ʏᴇᴛ ʙʀɪʟʟɪᴀɴᴛ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀᴡꜱ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀʀᴘɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀᴋ- ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴀꜱꜱɪꜱᴛᴀɴᴛ ᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱᴏʀ 𝑀𝒶𝓉𝓈𝓊𝓎𝒶𝓂𝒶 𝑅𝓎𝓊𝒿𝒾 ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ. ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴜʀɪᴏꜱɪᴛʏ ɪꜱ ᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴀᴛ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʀ ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ 𝒮𝒽𝒾𝓇𝒶 ɪꜱ ꜰᴀʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀʀʏ. ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏᴏɴ, 𝒮𝓊𝓏𝓊𝓃𝑒 𝒮𝒽𝒾𝓇𝒶 ᴡɪʟʟ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ɪꜱ ᴛʜɪɴɴᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ꜱʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇᴅ.
 𝐹𝑅𝐴𝐺𝐼𝐿𝐸 𝑅𝐼𝐵𝑆 - aib,chishiya por ent0mb4d
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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.
݁ᛪ༙ 𝓜𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗡𝗘 ━╋ 𝕾. Chishiya por wonii_luv
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𝓚𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈 𝓡𝐄𝐈 was a cult leader and assassin who held a syringe filled with humanity's poison. Masked as a dying patient in a hospital, doctors ignored her because she looked like she wouldn't make it to the very next day. But they were wrong. She was dangerous. Not only in the way she coaxed innocent sheep toward the wolf's den but how she conducted a church with nothing but a veil and candle, where the hands of the desperate and seeking claw at her feet in a thirst for god's-no, her salvation. 𝓜ost assassins kill for orders. Kuromi believed otherwise. Where to her, it wasn't simply murder, believing it to be nature for the weak to follow the powerful. The world was overgrown greedy, selfish, rotting at the roots, she only pruned what did not deserve to bloom. 𝓢𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎 𝓒𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀 held a syringe like the antidote against humanity's poison. As a heart surgeon, human life was simply necessary in a system- not that that would ever explain why he never valued his own. Maybe because he had never once seen it as irreplaceable. He was quiet in the way empty rooms were quiet, his accuracy unsettling whether that blade he held with surgical hands was metaphorical or real. 𝓨et that never explained why his patients kept dying before he got to open their hearts. Why the world did not get better, only quieter, until one night, he saw who had been holding the rotten, bloody knife all this time. 𝓐 garden must be trimmed. A flock must be guided. For him, a heart must keep beating no matter the cost. And to her, an already selfish world must still be purified of human filth. 𝓣he two of them walked opposite directions- one playing god, other playing human, yet they followed each other like poison and antidote, falling into a land where there is no room for morals. 𝓑elief in the gods are lost, they are weak, but power is true once you get the slightest taste. And both of them refuse to let go.
𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐄 - arisu, aib por mazewriterrr
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Unaware of how truly horrible her best friend Suguru Niragi is, 𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐀 ends up in the Borderlands with him, sharing the past that gives both of them the itch to hurt anyone and everything around them. 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐇𝐄𝐈 𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐔, who fell into Shuntarō Chishiya's trap and now belongs in the hands of the Militants gets locked in a room where the laser awaits him. But a different, more agonizing punishment brews in Kagura's mind: she's going to kill his two best friends right in front of his eyes. alice in borderland arisu x oc enemies to lovers
 ꒰ა ‿◞ ྀི  𝓹𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝓹𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 - aib, s.chishiya 瓷娃娃  ‎- ໒꒱ིྀ༝⁺  por wonii_luv
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꒰ 𝓜𝓎 𝓫𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝓎 𝓲𝓈 𝓽𝒽𝑒 𝓼𝒾𝓃 𝓲'𝓋𝑒 𝓭𝑒𝓋𝑜𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓯𝑜𝓇 𝔂𝑜𝓊 ꒱ 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 blossoms- playing the role of the dearly resident, and carefully curated center-piece to her lonely dollhouse. She never minded seeing her porcelain skin covered in blood and maiden tears if that meant to know the answer to the meaning of love and life 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, nor did he believe in finding the answer to love or humanity. He didn't understand hearts, he learnt to fix them- Only theirs and never his own. He says he only lives only to show others how empty a human can be 𝓣wo morbid souls who could never truly accept each other- or maybe just their own, distorted reflections. Despite theoretical differences, they see each other embodied as their own selfish desires. The same gaze, the same porcelain body. The same emptiness 𝓕or eternity, they simply live to follow each other, falling down into the absolute, wonderland rabbit hole- just two heartless, empty dolls, one born to save, and the other to heal fractured hearts. Suffering from a consuming, elysian desire, making both impossible to change unless someone finally takes an interest in them 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
FEIGN,     Sunato Banda. por appledot
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