𝕳𝖔𝖜 could a woman be so beautiful yet constructed of nothing but lies? 𝕱𝖔𝖗 𝕭𝖆𝖓𝖗𝖆 𝕹𝖆𝖔, life was a stage made for her presence. Words that were anything but true rolled off her tongue like a serpent. · · ─ ·ʚɞ· ─ · · 𝕳𝖔𝖜 could a man possibly be so cold? 𝕮𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖞𝖆 𝕾𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖔𝖚 was a man of very few words. They were sharp, clipped, and distant, but never a lie. · · ─ ·ʚɞ· ─ · · 𝕴𝖙 was only a matter of time before they found themselves in a mysterious, deadly version of Shibuya. Forced to play lethal games for the privilege of breathing for another day, the worst of them comes to light. 𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙'𝖘 the fun in lying when you can't get away with it? · · ─ ·ʚɞ· ─ · · 𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖕𝖎𝖙𝖞 - finding valuable, beautiful, or pleasant things by chance rather than searching for them season one: in progress season two: have not written season three: have not written

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?

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.

The borderlands, a place of blood, violence, pain and massacre. Y/n, a girl who can fight and protect, you never cared for boys... Too much work, pain and time. But then you met them, Chishiya- the brainy one in the corner who allways seems to be watching. Niragi- a blood-thirsty narcissistic psycho. You met them in these sick games of blood and gore. They hate to admit it... But they fell, quite hard-their only competition, each other... maybe more😏. Do you fall just as hard back? Do you have to choose between them? Will it work out? We will see... xx

𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 ❝ i don't want him to die. i want him to live long enough to regret everything he took from me. and that, doctor, is my final verdict ❞ alice in borderland season 1 - season 3 ❪ fem oc x shuntaro chishiya ❫ started - 11.18.25 ended - n/a

𝘼𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙊𝙘 × 𝘾𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙮𝙖 𝙎𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙤 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝘼𝙆𝘼𝙂𝙄 𝙔𝙐𝙍𝙄, 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚, 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙨. 𝙎𝙃𝙐𝙉𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙊 𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙔𝘼 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙠, 𝙣𝙤𝙧 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝙃𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛, 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙥 𝙖𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙. 𝘼𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙞𝙩, 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙡, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨, 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩.

Chishiya considered himself cold-hearted. Selfish even before the Borderlands happened. He had never met someone as difficult as the matters of the heart. In his case, it's beating and he can thank her for that but did she actually deserve him? [DISCONTINUED]

╰┈➤ 𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐎.. Akamoto is the daughter of a terminally ill cancer patient. Having grown up in the quiet shadow of inevitable loss, she never learned to cling to life.. or to the people within it. Her emotions, poorly translated through expression and silence, are constantly misunderstood, leaving her isolated from the world she inhabits. Flawed, sharp-edged, and quietly cruel, Ayano pours what she cannot say into paint, dragging color across canvas not for beauty, but for meaning.. if meaning still exists at all. Shuntarō Chishiya is a medical student who has already witnessed the end of life far too closely. Having watched her father's final moments, he, too, has grown indifferent to living, seeing it more as an experiment than a gift. When he encounters someone who mirrors his detachment, his instinct is not comfort, but contempt. Yet something about Ayano unsettles him. Perhaps it is his fascination with the Mona Lisa.. the unreadable expression, the hidden intent, that leads him to ask to see her paintings, unaware that doing so will draw him into a collision of art, apathy, and two people who understand loss too well to name it.

Misaki Sayuri learned for many years how to keep her face neutral as a geisha. She leaned how to mask all her deepest emotions, making her a walking art. Or..... In which, Niragi Suguru promised himself, that he will burn the whole world to ashes if they take the girl of his memories away one more time.

𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐍𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐈 ╰┈➤ Was treated like she was invisible, like she was an outsider her whole life in the laboratory and no one appreciated her. It was awful, she was raised in the laboratory and taught to be obedient and unpredictable, professional. Her childhood was taken from her. but at 21, everything changed. She had a plan to escape the laboratory, and somehow with only a few cuts and a bruise she managed her escape after 21 years. She didnt know who her family was or what the outside looked like. She heard from other people that it was scary and not safe outside, but she'd rather be anywhere but that laboratory, and once she got out...the world changed. It went dark and lonely. All of tokyo had disappeared. 01/05/26 ᰔ