🂽 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐑𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐎 was unpredictable in a world made of structure and internal pain. She spent her days attending classes, and her nights behind a hand of cards with an all knowing smile. She often wondered what kept people willingly waking up in the morning, as there seemed to be nothing for her. So after collecting her money from someone who lost to her in a game of Blackjack, she found herself alone in a surreal version of Japan, questioning her seemingly nonexistent will to live once more. 🃎 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎 had always stuck to logic. It was safe when emotions weren't. His days stuck to a strict routine: wake up, do his clinical rotations, eat, then sleep. It had never changed naturally, nor did he care enough to make one. Pondering on his reason to keep breathing didn't fit in that pattern. That is, until everyone in Japan had disappeared, leaving his days unpredictable and never guaranteed, living crossed his mind more often than not. When they met each other again in that strange world, it didn't take long for them to realize neither were the same anymore. Though change didn't always mean growth when the apple didn't fall far from the tree. -------------------------------------------------------------------- The occurrence of fortunate and pleasant discoveries by chance or accident. -------------------------------------------------------------------- season one: in progress season two: have not written season three: have not written

In a world where emotion gets you killed and silence keeps you alive, Aiharo Sayo walks the line between memory and instinct, almost human, and never quite whole. shuntaro chishiya x oc alice in borderland

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐊𝐎̄ 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐀 walked without purpose. Her steps carried her- not her will to live. And it would only plummet from then on. 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎̄ 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀- unlike Sora- walked with purpose and precision. He always had a purpose for what he was doing. As they say, 'opposites attract'. With the 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 now at their fingertips, what will they do? Betray each other, fall in love. Or both? Alice in Borderland Chishiya x oc

𝓨𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐊𝐎 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. 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 a heart surgeon who didn't understand love. Didn't need love. An empty soul bearing the skin of an 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

𝑺𝑯𝑼𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑶̄ 𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑺𝑯𝑰𝒀𝑨 - Calm, highly intelligent, manipulative and strategic. Most horrific games do not faze him. Psychologically, not your usual player. Detached and collected until another participant catches his eye. 𝑨𝑴𝑨𝑵𝑬 𝑵𝑰𝑹𝑨𝑮𝑰 - Her skills never miss to amaze one. The moment you think you had figured her out, she surprises you with something new. Analytical, unpredictable, patient and observant. He brought the skills of a doctor, while she carried an unexpected secret. With Chemistry as her sharpest weapon, she turns survival into strategy. They both quickly learn how to survive in a world that feeds off fear and desperation. ᓚᘏᗢ [Chishiya Shuntarō x fem!oc] [based on seasons 1,2]

"𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳." - 𝘍𝘺𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳 𝘋𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘷𝘴𝘬𝘺. An invisible thread, unseen and unspoken, tugged at something deep within 𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐚. It wasn't love, not yet. It was a recognition, a profound sense of familiarity in an Alien world. 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐚 for his part, felt it too. A curious pull towards the girl who fought so fiercely against the very instincts that kept them both alive. He, who felt nothing, found himself drawn to her raw, unmasked humanity, even as she tried to bury it. He, who understood logic, found himself intrigued by the illogical current that now flowed between them. [Alice in Borderland S1-2] [Shuntaro Chishiya x OC]

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?