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#SHARPSUITE; a semi-selective, dualmuse blog for CHISHIYA and ANN from ALICE IN BORDERLAND. High activity. Crossover, Au, OC, and multimuse friendly. Played by Brittney ( 26 | She/ her ) . PLEASE BE AWARE THIS BLOG CONTAINS DARK CONTENT. An exploration of the will to live, hope, death, despair, selfishness, and more in an insane world.

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➤ CARRD. ➤ MEMES. ➤ OPENS. ➤ BLOG.

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I need to finish some of my aib fics for real. *stares at the pile of WIPs*

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@zorkaya played: tell me a story. one from when you were a kid. @ chishiya

𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘: LIFELINE STARTERS

The hungry flames of the fire reach towards the sky, wood popping beneath it while the water heats up to be utilized for the prepackaged ramen cup. A quick, easy meal courtesy of a long shelf life that ensures it will not spoil here in the lands where TIME DISTORTS. It is not as if he is unused to it either given his profession despite the money. Do as he says, not as he does - at least when it came to eating. More often than note he tended to snack or grab food rather than properly cook. If people knew he was a doctor they might be rather shocked by the penchant for unhealthy food or his indifference, BUT THEY DON'T. Chishiya has been purposeful in keeping that concealed.

( The King of Spades's flagship hangs ominously in the distant skies ; it does not appear to be moving towards them. )

He's poured half of the boiling water into his cup, letting it rest when the question comes up. Uttered at a campfire, like this was a story time and nothing more than two friends camping rather than existing in a world skewed against their survival. He lifts an eyebrow ever so slightly - inquisitive as to what has SPARKED this. Then again, no one has anything on him. Even Kuina knows very little despite all the time shared since they met.

" I don't have any particularly interesting stories to tell. " It isn't a lie. Perfect grades, empty house, absent parents. Read books, be well behaved, excel in extracurriculars. Be perfect for the world, image was everything. Chishiya had felt nothing.

And when he finally had made an attempt to rebel? When he first decided to bleach dark hair into platinum blonde? It had taken a month for his mother to even notice. Or his pierced ears - THEY'RE STILL PIERCED TO THIS DAY. It had been a spontaneous act - and yet he has the misfortunate that despite not wearing earrings, they had never closed. No one had noticed that either. Something unpleasant shifts ever so slightly within his chest at the old memory ; Chishiya shoves it away in favor of taking a bite of ramen instead.

" Are we doing dinner and story time? Do you have anything particularly interest to share? " He doesn't doubt that she has plenty of interesting stories ; BUT WILL SHE SHARE? That is a choice for her to make and one he does not pry at.

[redemptioninterlude]

alice doesn't dwell too much! as a member, anointed, built to be a game master by now, she's finally in a space where borderlands felt as COMFORTABLE to her as wonderland had once been. and here, the puzzles, the ifs, ands, and maybes of fate! they all collided, leaving alice gloating, content, in the ambiguity that seemed to soak through them all. now, she sets the scene, the chess board! and she's never known so clever a fiend as chishiya, who's return here, thrills her.

she isn't surprised. in him, she sees a mirror, empty, he doesn't know himself, he is a sinking, black hole of a person, looking for something to grasp onto, but finding himself so engrossed in nihilism to know how to do it. everything is an effort made MONUMENTAL with the emotional burdens that came along with it, and given the absence of his, how could he find such a life tolerable? playing pretend didn't suit him well~ she's beaming, at the idea that he's grown into that understanding back in the real world.

"new scars? maybe life lessons~" did he like it? did he manage to reintegrate into life, in a way that he felt content with? her lips warm, ever so slightly. "of course i missed you~ you're not so EASILY FORGOTTEN. you were always someone who played this game better than anyone, but, it did reveal a part of your character i found interesting... your choice not to stay felt unexpected. you seemed like the ideal person to build and build and build to your heart's content, and you don't see people the same way. so why not play god?"

that's the real question she hopes to see answered by him this time. perhaps his own laziness prevented him, but he was a soul made sharp and hostile, and yet, wielded with such unbothered aplomb. he's a puzzle, a piece, a trick of a man that defied all expectation! how could alice not watch, with wide eyes and parting mouth. tell me, show me~ she suspected, he'd be as ELEGANT as anything. "who are you here for~?" maybe that's where it starts.

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LIFE LESSONS? She might be on to something with that whether she is aware of it or not. That Niragi was right ; or maybe that changing is not easy nor as satisfying as he thought it would be. Everyone acts like it is a relief to change, but Chishiya has found it LACKLUSTER AT BEST. It does not earn him any sense of pride or relief to be a better person. That hollow abyss in his chest is still there. The indifference, the apathy. Going back had ultimately been AGONIZING in a way. Not at first ; not when figments of memories and dreams had simply clung to him like spiderweb threads. It hadn't been so bad then. But once he had truly remembered? It had been impossible to look at the world the same. An already boring world turned bleaker. In here Chishiya could be himself, ugliness more out in the open rather than hidden way.

" Yes. Don't get into a shootout with a gunsman. " Chishiya replies back with a smirk, dry humor that others often found INSUFFERABLE rising to the surface. How strange to hear the words that follow. Although he had offered the comment in jest, he hadn't expected confirmation. People don't miss Chishiya. " I do have a way of leaving a lasting impression. " He agrees. In here, most people had died for that ; their last sight that of cold, calculating gaze watching with a casual indifference to their suffering and agonies.

He doesn't disagree with her assessment. It had been a more unusual choice for him. Though by the end he had grown bored with many of the games, there was the undeniable fact he had met interesting people here in a way that he had never before in the real world. ( Other world? This world was just as real. More so in some ways, baring the soul and nature of those who found themselves here in ways the other world hid. ) But there had been practical reasons as well.

" I was bleeding to death. If I left, I had a chance of survival in theory. If i stayed, I had no promise I wouldn't simply bleed out there on the street. " Factually true ; they had no idea if they would wake up fine in the real world or not, but it was a statistically better chance of survival than the chance of merely dying on the hot asphalt. WOULD HE HAVE MADE THE SAME CHOICE IF HE'D BEEN GUARANTEED SURVIVAL WITH STAYING? Chishiya does not waste his time pondering it. Who is he here for? " Me. " Chishiya answers, cryptic and truthful all at once - CHESHIRE CAT SMILE IN PLACE.

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The problem with void kitties is in the dark, sometimes they meow and you reach to pet them and end up petting the rug or a jacket instead while they sit right next to your hand and judge you for it.

[feral-ballad]

Carrie Fountain, from Burn Lake; “Burn Lake 4”

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♢  —WHEN DO YOU LOOK AT YOUR SOULMATE?

when they're working.

see this is what you love most. their eyes light up and no one can do it quite like them. whether they are a fighter or a healer. whether they are full of grace and gentle poise, or brute strength and wild energy, you love them when they are at their purest form. raw and unfettered. unadulterated by social cues and careful masks we all wear. when they are just them, trusting their instincts, using their experience, relying on the skills they earned. this is when you heart swells with pride. and you can never decide if you want to interrupt them and draw them into your arms with a hungry, appreciative kiss. or if you could sit there and quietly observe them for hours with more satisfaction than anything physical could bring.

when they're getting ready for the day.

this is all you've ever wanted. you and them and the promise of a future. you should be getting ready too. but you lay in bed for a moment, still feeling the traces of their warmth on the sheets, their scent on your skin. you watch how carefully they choose their outfit for the day. you watch as they pair the colors. you memorize that face they make when they stand at the mirror checking every detail. you savor how routine it is. you savor it because you both earned it. there is something precious in the domesticity and you vow to never take it for granted.

tagged by: @goldenfists ( thank you !! )

tagging: whoever hasn't yet! i know this one's super popular sooo... if you haven't, say i did.

[pediatriccardiacsurgeon]

chishiya art dump.

[goldenfists]

the response he got back was not what he expected, nor how it landed: it was brutal, it was clean, sliced down the middle. no rise in volume, no change in his lineaments. he even noted how the chopsticks in his hand cared not to shake. that was almost worse ⸻ the absence of tremor and the calm acceptance. his own mother's lineaments flashed up in his mind: calloused hands, tired spheres, the way pride had lit them the first time she had seen him stand tall in fights, even when she had hated everything that made him fight. on the outside, sett simply froze mid-bite, chopsticks hovering halfway to his mouth. his aurete spheres observed chishiya's side profile, catching the calm mask, the way his gaze slid off to the others at the table instead of staying on sett.

he swallowed his mouthful, throat suddenly dry, and forced his posture to stay loose. ❝ is that so... huh. ❞ he murmured, tone even, not infuriated. the surprise burned in his chest, but he laid it flat, smoothed it out, tucked it away. chishiya turned back to him, and for a second their gazes locked [ ... ] he just looked back, steady, neither pitying nor dismissive. if chishiya wanted it to mean nothing, sett would pretend along.

but the following commentary and the slight curl at the edge of his tiers, made him stare: it was a rare performance, and sett seized on it. ❝ well, don't think you have to worry there. ❞ his own mouth split into a grin, leaning an elbow on the table so he could angle closer, shoulder brushing shoulder. ❝ everybody here knows whose hands kept their insides... well, inside. ❞ he tipped his chin toward the rest of the gang, who were in the middle of loudly re‑enacting one of the nastier fights from earlier, complete with exaggerated sound effects. ❝ i think it's time to make a toast for this tiny doc. he is small, but saved us all. ❞ it was then that they all lifted their glass, laughs and smiles, all directed at chishiya. sett too, lifted his own, looking at the other. ❝ to another day alive, and a doc who does miracles. ❞

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Chishiya noted the reaction from the corner of his periphery vision ; how Sett froze as if a BLOW HAD HIT A CRUCIAL NERVE and rendered all other functions temporarily despondent. He reacted like it was something important. Maybe it was supposed to be. But how would he know? No . . . Chishiya thought he once knew, or had at least suspected as much. Maybe. He simply had stopped caring. The emptiness in him had grown and grown, feasting until has only pretty skin walking around and concealing the hollow rot within. He ate without so much of a delay or pause in the motions, mechanical and precise. HE CAN'T RECALL THE LAST TIME HE HAD A HOME COOKED MEAL. Or, well, base-cooked. East Side offered too many options to avoid the hassle of cooking.

" That it is. " He confirmed after swallowing the mouthful of food. Sett is trying to - what? Keep calm? That much was obvious, though why he found IMPOSSIBLE TO FATHOM. Still, he found himself relieved that a scene wasn't caused over it. Their eyes had locked ; they both knew, and they both played Chishiya's game of pretend. That was exactly the desired outcome he'd wanted as soon as the topic had begun to come up.

NOT MANY GET CLOSE TO CHISHIYA. Certainly not enough to touch. Then again, most people don't have Chishiya's phone number, or have him as the unofficial-official medic of their gang. Those were matters almost exclusivie to Sett ; he shouldn't have been surprised at the gesture. Dark voids settle on Sett, attention drawn effectively from the food - and he earned himself a snort. " How eloquent of you. " He teased beneath the calm delivery of his words, before turning his attention towards the reenactment. CHILDISH. Pointless. Yet for whatever reason, it seemed to offer entertainment. Pride perhaps. Relief to still draw breath. SOMETHING IN THE AIR SHIFTED MILLISECONDS BEFORE SETT SPEAKS. Chishiya couldn't pinpoint what it was, only that he looked in alarm towards the one beside him as his voice swelled like thunder in the base. And all eyes were on him as his spine tensed on instinct like a cat. He might kill Sett later. The perfect marble cracked if only for a split second - eyes widened, lips parting just slightly to draw in the faintest breath. So subtle that some might not have noticed at all. Then he relaxed his shoulders again, and exhaled before he picked up his own drink for this ridiculous act. " You lot certainly don't make it easy. " Chishiya remarked, a comment that seems to be well received if the roar of laughter is anything to go by.

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i'm actually having complete peace and quiet to myself for a couple days for the first time in AAAAGES and omg its so nice . . .

[michaelnordeman]

Ice. Värmland, Sweden (March 6, 2026).

[chishiyaswatergun]

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@hisinfinities played: i’m still here. and so are you. (for Ann)

𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘: LIFELINE STARTERS

Her lips tremble ever so slightly even as they lift into a subtly smile. Gojo's words are true. He's here. She's here. THEY'RE BOTH STILL ALIVE. Her eyes linger on him before they shift towards the city that lies sprawled out before them from the walkway. City lights illuminate the darkness and keep the depths of night at bay. Isn't that humanity as a whole? Pushing through, persevering even through the darkest of times to continue shining and carve their own path. They, more than others, know how strong the human soul can be. They survived the games despite the hell they endured, and they came out the other side.

And yet.

Ann only belatedly realizes she's rubbing at the highest scar on her body courtesy of the king of spades. If she thinks too long about it, she still smells gunpowder and tastes blood. They ache sometimes, but both doctors that she had seen had said the scares were healing perfectly and nothing was wrong with them. Just trauma, they'd informed her with a look of pity. She moves her hand away from the scar to wrap around the walkway railing instead.

It's getting late. There are still others around, but sparsely scattered around so that no one is too close to one another and there is a sensation of privacy even within a public space. Ann purses her lips in thought, eyes flicking down into the dark water.

" You're right. " She finally says, slower and thoughtful. She's emerged with new connections as well ; connections that MADE LIFE WORTH LIVING. Connections that kept her from falling entirely back into old habits of obsessing herself with work. She is grateful to them, and grateful to the countless memories, both recovered and the new ones that they make now.

" I am grateful for that. " Ann watches the gentle roll of the waves as they hit the shore. " It's just . . . " How does she phrase it? She's not like everyone else who came back. She had died, and it was only fortunate that the final game was cleared in time that medical personal could resuscitate her in the real world. " Sometimes . . . " Her voice trails off with uncertainty that is uncharacteristic of her. Her brown eyes dart towards Gojo and then away again. Would is sound ungrateful?

" Sometimes it feels like I'm on stolen time. I . . . wasn't supposed to come back. " Her throat clenches, voice strained. SHE'S NEVER TALKED ABOUT IT OUT LOUD TO ANYONE. She should apologize. But then again, he's seen her break down once in the games under the weight of carrying everyone. " My clinical death was a few minutes longer than everyone else's. And sometimes it feels like if I fall asleep I might be back there. Or that maybe I'll one day drop dead because I wasn't supposed to be here anymore but I am. And some times the gunshots still hurt randomly like a reminder of that fact. " It gushes out in a stream, embarrassingly vulnerable and ridiculous sounding.

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment, and she's thankful that maybe the darkness will hide her shame. She clears her throat quickly, harshly, anything to change the subject. " I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. " Yes she does, it was that she felt comfortable. That Gojo would understand, if no one else. " It's ridiculous, I know. You're right. We're both still here and we should be grateful for that. " How can she in any way salvage this, change the heaviness she's brought to something lighter? " And for the opportunities we have because of that. You were talking about considering a gym, right? " She inquires, pressing to push past her own comments to focus on him instead.

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lifeline taken from the 2025 film.

i’m still here. and so are you.

weird dreams. i still have this headache that won’t go away.

okay, no more goodwill gestures from me.

you said something to me i’ve never forgotten.

well, you can’t miss that.

so your concussion symptoms were pretty mild, but we’re still going to want to keep you overnight, okay?

i don’t want to talk about myself.

sorry. i’m sick.

i’ve always hated to talk about myself to other people, especially when i’m in a bad place.

so, the best thing to do is to pick a word or a phrase that’s really easy to bring up in a conversation.

um, it’s just my head. it’s been all over the place.

so listen, buddy.

it was a few weeks after you first told me about the scars on your (body part), where they really came from.

don’t make it a big thing, mom.

i’m going to kill myself.

anyway, give me a call back. let’s catch up.

just calling to say happy new year.

i bought a gun.

who knows how bad things could have gotten if we hadn’t showed up?

it feels like it’s easier to block things out most of the time.

yeah, you’re just trying to bond with me. i know how it works.

you were so afraid to talk about it back then.

i’ll tell you, a bunch of strange happenings going on in this plot.

do you have the gun in your hand right now?

i just wanted to call and say i was sorry about before.

you know, as a kid, the idea of the afterlife scared me.

it’s just a little coffee burn.

hang on a sec. honey.

i don’t feel, i am. i am fucking powerless.

you never, ever listen.

i’m scared though. but i’m still here.

you see, there’s a part of me that can understand the feeling that the whole world is rigged against us.

get it through your fucking head that you’re not going to talk me down.

when you do, we’re going to talk more, okay? we’re not going to hide things.

i’d just like to talk a little bit about how you’re feeling.

i need to go on a walk.

but anyway, whoever you are, thank you.

i’m not calling you to be fucking saved. you should treat this like it’s already happened.

and give that hot bath a try, okay?

tell me a story. one from when you were a kid.

i know it’s strange, but i’m here to tell you there’s hope. and no matter how bad you’re feeling right now, those feelings, they’re survivable.

fuck it. it doesn’t matter.

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More writing here this weekend for sure. I hope youre all ready for more games :)

[64mpg]

(emerges 3 hours later covered in blood) i figured out what emotion i was feeling

[manga-meow]