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݁α›ͺΰΌ™ π“œπ—˜π——π—œπ—–π—œπ—‘π—˜ ━╋ 𝕾. Chishiya by wonii_luv
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π“šπ”π‘πŽπŒπˆ π“‘π„πˆ 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. π“œost 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. π“’π‡π”ππ“π€π‘πŽ π“’π‡πˆπ’π‡πˆπ˜π€ 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.
π”Œ κ«‚α­ͺ π“Ήπ¨π«πœπžπ₯𝐚𝐒𝐧 π“Ήπ«π’π§πœπžπ¬π¬ - aib, s.chishiya 瓷娃娃 κ’± by wonii_luv
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π“”π‹π˜π’πˆπ€ π“œπˆπ™π”πŠπˆ 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. π“’π‡π”ππ“π€π‘πŽ π“’π‡πˆπ’π‡πˆπ˜π€ 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. π“Ÿerhaps that is what makes humanity so beautiful to people who already lost theirs. ──── πŸƒš ──── started: july 3rd 2025 status: incomplete ended: n/a
π‹π”π‚πˆπƒ - sweven sequel, aib by mazewriterrr
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With plenty of struggles, π˜π”π™π”πŠπˆ ππ€π˜π€ and π’π‡π”ππ“π€π‘πŽΜ„ π‚π‡πˆπ’π‡πˆπ˜π€ made it out of the Borderlands safely. Now their lives are becoming peaceful. At least, as peaceful as life gets with three kids. Chishiya was convinced he'd never experience something worse than being buried alive, but when his youngest daughter 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀 starts to show a little too much interest in Arisu and Usagi's son-πŠπ€π„πƒπ„-, he begins to long for the coffin again. In ancient myths, realms like the underworld are never truly destroyed; they only get put 'to sleep' by powerful anchors- linchpins, for example. So when the linchpin's oldest son gets too close to the everlasting playing cards, he 𝐰𝐚𝐀𝐞𝐬 something familiar.
𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 - aib, chishiya by mazewriterrr
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For π˜π”π™π”πŠπˆ ππ€π˜π€, all worlds contain dangerous elements- though she might even be safer in the Borderlands; the laws she broke don't apply here. π’π‡π”ππ“π€π‘πŽΜ„ π‚π‡πˆπ’π‡πˆπ˜π€ knows about her actions all too well. He's not interested in redemption, yet something about her piques his curiosity. Perhaps the fact that her illegal activities affected him on a daily basis. Once they enter the Borderlands, they pretend not to know each other. But both of them are always keeping a sharp eye out. Waiting for the other to crack. Waiting, maybe, for the moment they lose a game. 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 - a vision seen in sleep; a dream Chishiya x OC Alice In Borderland