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sonic adventure 🫧

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ah no, don’t worry ! i was just confused for a sec , i thought something had happened . . but !! if that’s the case, i’m always glad to call more people my friend. :)

. . you were looking for me though ?

- arisu 🌀

well well well, if it isn’t arisu. Took me a while to find you.

~Seojun

huh ?! find me ? how did you . . . ah . hi ? i didn’t do anything, right ?

- arisu 🌀

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With his mouth hanging slightly ajar, a surge of warmth flooded Arisu’s face from the praise. His head nodded lightly in acknowledgment. 

 “Yeah, yeah that was me,” he begins, a nuanced tinge of embarrassment weaving through his tone. “I got an earful for it but.. I believe there’ll always be a way for everyone to make it out of these games. Even if it’s not always so clear.” To underscore his conviction, Arisu found himself nodding once more, almost involuntarily. He had confronted his fair share of seemingly insurmountable scenarios – the boy refuses to let those blindsight his own moral compass. 

“But thank you. It really wouldn’t have worked if no one else played along, so I can’t take all of the credit,” Arisu pauses, redirecting his train of thought, “Ah! I think I remember you now! You were with those scary looking guys, right? I don’t think I saw you too much around the halls but um. . . half of the time, I was kinda. . . preoccupied?” He shifted his weight uneasily, attempting to push aside the unsettling memory of the gun-wielding players.

“It’s nice to meet you officially, Aisa,” Arisu tries to meet her eyes, “I’d really like that though – a tour, I mean, if that’s okay with you.” With that, he sealed his lips before more escaped through his teeth. Though with his former daze now a fading memory, Arisu finds himself hyper aware of their surroundings. He casts his gaze outward towards the ongoing game, the yells piercing through the bubble they’ve created around themselves.

“Let’s make it out of here together.”

[ GOTCHA ]

[ GOTCHA ]:     the sender, noticing the receiver has unknowingly walked into the path of a source of danger, grabs them by the shoulder and hoists them back to safety.

It only seemed to happen to him.

The cold grip of the metallic collar encased his neck yet again, a symbol of his entrapment in a world devoid of humanity. Despite the deceptive gap between his exposed jugular and unyielding steel, Arisu found himself suffocating under the weight of its familiarity. His throat constricted with a sense of dread that only worsened as he picked at the sticky skin laying parallel. Though what haunted him most had nothing to do with his physical condition, nothing to do with the eight of clubs game that raged around him – the yells of human desperation that bounced off unforgiving concrete.

Rather, it was the torment of his own mind.

“Arisu. Thank you.”

It was too much, too soon. A weight that crushed his soul, reverberated within him, etching scars deeper than any physical wound. The crimson stains of the past still marred his skin, serving as a painful reminder of the things left unsaid, the apologies left unspoken. The neverending party of the Beach worked as a remedy to muffle the loud pop of muscle and bone that loved to rattle in Arisu’s head every now and then. 

Here, there was no such luck. 

In his short lived haze, Arisu’s legs moved with an automatic rhythm, guided by instincts. The boy only faintly registered his own movements – rather heedless to the maze of death traps surrounding him. He only thought to fall back from the rest of the group, letting them clear the first couple of physical feats while he played follow the leader.

 In the depths of Arisu's muddled consciousness, the first stirrings of sensation emerged as a firm grasp — fingers pressing into the tender flesh between his collarbone and shoulder – that jolted him back to reality with a brutal force. As his senses reeled from the sudden onslaught, he crashed to the ground, the pain of broken skin mingling with the harsh reality of his surroundings. It was only when a crisp rebuke sliced through the chaos, cleaving a path to his awareness, that he pieced together the careless misstep that had brought him to the precipice of mortality.

Oh. He hadn’t been tracking their movements as accurately as he thought, it seems.

In the aftermath of his lapse, Arisu stood, trembling, his mind reeling from the stark realization of his own fallibility. An innocuous pressure plate – from the last stretch of the previous puzzle – had triggered a deadly cascade of arrows, poised to snuff out his fragile existence in a blink. Only the intervention had spared him from a fate sealed in blood.

With a gasp of air that felt like the first taste of freedom in an eternity, Arisu turned to face his rescuer, his eyes wide with a mixture of gratitude and disbelief. Before him stood a young woman, her countenance softened by an uncommon gentleness that defied the harsh realities of their surroundings. Her words, though lost in the clamor of his own racing heartbeat, carried a weight that stirred his soul from its torpor.

Struggling to find his breath, Arisu managed to utter a stammered expression of gratitude, “I’m… thank you. I’m sorry, I don’t know what… ,” he pauses, averting his eyes. “It won’t happen again.” 

When he does meet her gaze once more, Arisu finds the courage to offer a tentative smile, a silent promise of resilience.

“Let’s survive this game.”

/ / . UMMM I’M SORRY I GOT CARRIED AWAY ?? i didn’t mean for this to be so long but i love making arisu suffer :( <3 EEK first meeting though ?!? the plot thickens … this is set not too long after he joins the beach, so the trauma is still kinda fresh !

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/ / . i need to rewatch aib so i can absorb arisu frl [ i hyper focused on chishiya during my first watch thru bc i’m insane ]

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well well well, if it isn’t arisu. Took me a while to find you.

~Seojun

huh ?! find me ? how did you . . . ah . hi ? i didn’t do anything, right ?

- arisu 🌀

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Arisu’s expression fell in a moment of temporary confusion: lips parted in silent bewilderment, a furrow knitting his brow as he struggled to catch up with the moment. Though with a sudden surge of self-awareness, the gears in his head began to function once more as he realized — he was staring at the poor girl!

 Only then did Arisu begin to register that words were tumbling from the brunette’s mouth. Hands gesturing with a frenetic energy, his own voice broke forth, fractured and uncertain, “Ah no I’m – I mean – yes?” 

Arisu's posture wilted with a palpable sense of resignation, a heavy sigh escaping his lips like a whispered lament. Taking a moment to gather his scattered composure, he made a tentative effort to reset the conversation. 

“I’m sorry, let me try that again.” he began, the timbre of his voice tinged with contrition. “Yes, I’m okay . . . thank you again, by the way. But, ah – yes I just made it to the Beach with a friend of mine, actually.” 

Amidst the exchange, a flicker of recognition dances across Arisu's features, a fleeting spark of familiarity igniting within the depths of his memory. Casting a searching gaze upon the young woman before him, the furrow in his brow returns once more as his eyes catch on the bracelet hugging her wrist. 

“I feel like I’ve . . . seen you around before? You look familiar. . . though I’m not too sure. Ah – I’m Arisu by the way, Arisu Ryohei.” A hesitant smile graces his lips, a fragile echo of his former turbulence.

[ GOTCHA ]

[ GOTCHA ]:     the sender, noticing the receiver has unknowingly walked into the path of a source of danger, grabs them by the shoulder and hoists them back to safety.

It only seemed to happen to him.

The cold grip of the metallic collar encased his neck yet again, a symbol of his entrapment in a world devoid of humanity. Despite the deceptive gap between his exposed jugular and unyielding steel, Arisu found himself suffocating under the weight of its familiarity. His throat constricted with a sense of dread that only worsened as he picked at the sticky skin laying parallel. Though what haunted him most had nothing to do with his physical condition, nothing to do with the eight of clubs game that raged around him – the yells of human desperation that bounced off unforgiving concrete.

Rather, it was the torment of his own mind.

“Arisu. Thank you.”

It was too much, too soon. A weight that crushed his soul, reverberated within him, etching scars deeper than any physical wound. The crimson stains of the past still marred his skin, serving as a painful reminder of the things left unsaid, the apologies left unspoken. The neverending party of the Beach worked as a remedy to muffle the loud pop of muscle and bone that loved to rattle in Arisu’s head every now and then. 

Here, there was no such luck. 

In his short lived haze, Arisu’s legs moved with an automatic rhythm, guided by instincts. The boy only faintly registered his own movements – rather heedless to the maze of death traps surrounding him. He only thought to fall back from the rest of the group, letting them clear the first couple of physical feats while he played follow the leader.

 In the depths of Arisu's muddled consciousness, the first stirrings of sensation emerged as a firm grasp — fingers pressing into the tender flesh between his collarbone and shoulder – that jolted him back to reality with a brutal force. As his senses reeled from the sudden onslaught, he crashed to the ground, the pain of broken skin mingling with the harsh reality of his surroundings. It was only when a crisp rebuke sliced through the chaos, cleaving a path to his awareness, that he pieced together the careless misstep that had brought him to the precipice of mortality.

Oh. He hadn’t been tracking their movements as accurately as he thought, it seems.

In the aftermath of his lapse, Arisu stood, trembling, his mind reeling from the stark realization of his own fallibility. An innocuous pressure plate – from the last stretch of the previous puzzle – had triggered a deadly cascade of arrows, poised to snuff out his fragile existence in a blink. Only the intervention had spared him from a fate sealed in blood.

With a gasp of air that felt like the first taste of freedom in an eternity, Arisu turned to face his rescuer, his eyes wide with a mixture of gratitude and disbelief. Before him stood a young woman, her countenance softened by an uncommon gentleness that defied the harsh realities of their surroundings. Her words, though lost in the clamor of his own racing heartbeat, carried a weight that stirred his soul from its torpor.

Struggling to find his breath, Arisu managed to utter a stammered expression of gratitude, “I’m… thank you. I’m sorry, I don’t know what… ,” he pauses, averting his eyes. “It won’t happen again.” 

When he does meet her gaze once more, Arisu finds the courage to offer a tentative smile, a silent promise of resilience.

“Let’s survive this game.”

/ / . UMMM I’M SORRY I GOT CARRIED AWAY ?? i didn’t mean for this to be so long but i love making arisu suffer :( <3 EEK first meeting though ?!? the plot thickens … this is set not too long after he joins the beach, so the trauma is still kinda fresh !

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Ryohei Arisu┃1.05┃Netflix’s Alice in Borderland 今際の国のアリス (2020 - )

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☠ ― 𝑀𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑆𝑦𝑚𝑏𝑜𝑙 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠. (𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑛, 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒(𝑠).)

💤 - How does your muse sleep? Are they a light sleeper, or are they out the moment their head hits the pillow? Do they nap? Do they struggle to sleep due to things like insomnia, or nightmares?

❤️ - How did your muse come to realize their romantic and sexual orientations? Was it difficult to accept? Are they proud of who they are?

🧸 - Does your muse own any sentimental objects from their past? What makes it/them so special?

🛍 - Does your muse like to go shopping? What do they usually shop for? What kind of stores do they frequent?

🍔 - What kind of food does your muse usually eat? Do they have a favorite food, or favorite style of food? Do they have allergies? Are they vegan, vegetarian, etc.?

🍺 - How does your muse feel about the consumption of alcohol? Do they drink? Are they a heavy drinker, or are they on the lighter side? What's your muse's favorite alcoholic drink?

🎩 - What would your muse wear to a formal event? Do they dress more modestly, or do they go all out?

👠 - What kind of shoes does your muse usually wear? What is most comfortable for them in regards to footwear? Can your muse walk in high heels?

🎸 - Can your muse play any instruments? Do they play them often, or rarely? How actually skilled are they at playing them?

🎤 - Can your muse sing well? Do they sing often? If they were to stand up in front of a crowd, would they be able to sing in front of all of those people?

🗺️ - How often does your muse travel? Do they like to travel? Would they prefer to travel alone, or with friends? Where have they been? What was their favorite trip?

😖 - Does your muse have any embarrassing moments that they still think about? Do they laugh at them, or do they haunt them?

⛄️ - What would be your muse's ideal weather conditions? Do they prefer being hot or cold? What's their favorite season?

💘 - What is your muse like when they're in love? What does your muse find attractive in someone else? What are their love languages? How do they show affection? Do they show any distinct signs that they're in love?

🍡 - Can your muse cook? Can they bake? How well can they do either? Do they have any kitchen disaster stories?

⚾️ - Does your muse enjoy sports? Do they play any, or do they simply prefer to watch? Do they have a favorite sport?

🤸‍♀️ - How active is your muse? Do they exercise regularly? Do they do things like yoga? What else do they do to keep fit and active? Are they flexible? Can they do parkour?

👻 - How does your muse handle feeling scared? Do they enjoy horror? Do they believe in the paranormal? What calms your muse down? Do they have any scary stories?

🦵 - Does your muse have any physical ailments? How do they live with them?

🧠 - Does your muse have any mental ailments? How do they live with them?

🎶 - What kind of music does your muse listen to? Do they have a favorite genre? Do you think the aux cord would be taken away from them?

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･ * . : ｡ ･ﾟ ; . ’ ☆ hello future!

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[ GOTCHA ]

[ GOTCHA ]:     the sender, noticing the receiver has unknowingly walked into the path of a source of danger, grabs them by the shoulder and hoists them back to safety.

It only seemed to happen to him.

The cold grip of the metallic collar encased his neck yet again, a symbol of his entrapment in a world devoid of humanity. Despite the deceptive gap between his exposed jugular and unyielding steel, Arisu found himself suffocating under the weight of its familiarity. His throat constricted with a sense of dread that only worsened as he picked at the sticky skin laying parallel. Though what haunted him most had nothing to do with his physical condition, nothing to do with the eight of clubs game that raged around him – the yells of human desperation that bounced off unforgiving concrete.

Rather, it was the torment of his own mind.

“Arisu. Thank you.”

It was too much, too soon. A weight that crushed his soul, reverberated within him, etching scars deeper than any physical wound. The crimson stains of the past still marred his skin, serving as a painful reminder of the things left unsaid, the apologies left unspoken. The neverending party of the Beach worked as a remedy to muffle the loud pop of muscle and bone that loved to rattle in Arisu’s head every now and then. 

Here, there was no such luck. 

In his short lived haze, Arisu’s legs moved with an automatic rhythm, guided by instincts. The boy only faintly registered his own movements – rather heedless to the maze of death traps surrounding him. He only thought to fall back from the rest of the group, letting them clear the first couple of physical feats while he played follow the leader.

 In the depths of Arisu's muddled consciousness, the first stirrings of sensation emerged as a firm grasp — fingers pressing into the tender flesh between his collarbone and shoulder – that jolted him back to reality with a brutal force. As his senses reeled from the sudden onslaught, he crashed to the ground, the pain of broken skin mingling with the harsh reality of his surroundings. It was only when a crisp rebuke sliced through the chaos, cleaving a path to his awareness, that he pieced together the careless misstep that had brought him to the precipice of mortality.

Oh. He hadn’t been tracking their movements as accurately as he thought, it seems.

In the aftermath of his lapse, Arisu stood, trembling, his mind reeling from the stark realization of his own fallibility. An innocuous pressure plate – from the last stretch of the previous puzzle – had triggered a deadly cascade of arrows, poised to snuff out his fragile existence in a blink. Only the intervention had spared him from a fate sealed in blood.

With a gasp of air that felt like the first taste of freedom in an eternity, Arisu turned to face his rescuer, his eyes wide with a mixture of gratitude and disbelief. Before him stood a young woman, her countenance softened by an uncommon gentleness that defied the harsh realities of their surroundings. Her words, though lost in the clamor of his own racing heartbeat, carried a weight that stirred his soul from its torpor.

Struggling to find his breath, Arisu managed to utter a stammered expression of gratitude, “I’m… thank you. I’m sorry, I don’t know what… ,” he pauses, averting his eyes. “It won’t happen again.” 

When he does meet her gaze once more, Arisu finds the courage to offer a tentative smile, a silent promise of resilience.

“Let’s survive this game.”

/ / . UMMM I’M SORRY I GOT CARRIED AWAY ?? i didn’t mean for this to be so long but i love making arisu suffer :( <3 EEK first meeting though ?!? the plot thickens … this is set not too long after he joins the beach, so the trauma is still kinda fresh !

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THE SHOULDER TOUCH. ( A PROMPT LIST! )

i said i'd make them! i hope you enjoy these, and as always: DO NOT ADD, EDIT OR CLAIM THIS LIST AS YOUR OWN!

[ WAKEN ]: the sender touches the receiver's shoulder to waken them from a nap or sleep.

[ STILL ]: the sender places their hands on the visibly angry/upset receiver to try and restrain them.

[ STAY ]: the sender, noticing the receiver attempting to escape a meeting or a conversation, quietly rests a hand on their shoulder and pulls them back into their seat.

[ REST ]: the sender places a gentle but firm hand on a weakened/sick/injured receiver's shoulder to push them back into their bed to rest more.

[ PUNCH ]: the sender places a hand on the receiver to draw their attention away from another focus, and once they've turned around, the sender swings a punch at them in the moment of confusion.

[ PRIDE ]: the sender, having heard or seen the receiver successfully achieve a remarkable feat, places a hand on their shoulder to express their wordless pride in them.

[ HUG ]: the sender places their hands on the receiver's shoulders to yank them into a hug.

[ COMFORT ]: the sender, noticing a visibly upset receiver, solemnly moves to their side, and places a hand on their shoulder in an effort to comfort them.

[ SURPRISE ]: the sender, noticing an otherwise occupied receiver, moves forward silently and suddenly grabs their shoulder to startle them.

[ STUN ]: the sender, having been apart from the receiver for some time, makes an unexpected return and greets the unaware receiver with a hand on their shoulder.

[ TIDY ]: the sender reaches forward and lightly sweeps something from the receiver's shoulder.

[ WORRY ]: the sender grabs the receiver by the shoulders to take a good look at them for any sign of harm or injury.

[ ARM ]: the sender rests a hand on the receiver's shoulder, their arm draped around them in order to do so.

[ FOCUS ]: the sender, noticing the receiver has become distracted during a conversation, places a hand on their shoulder to redirect and focus their attention.

[ GOTCHA ]: the sender, noticing the receiver has unknowingly walked into the path of a source of danger, grabs them by the shoulder and hoists them back to safety.

[ PRAISE ]: the sender, having heard that the receiver has achieved great success in a task or accomplishment, gives them a proud pat and squeeze of the shoulder to convey their congratulations.

[ STEADY ]: the sender rests a hand on the shaken and panicked receiver's shoulder to steady and ground them.

[ CAUGHT ]: the sender plants a hand on the receiver's shoulder to stop them from fleeing a potential arrest or accusation.

[ DELIVER ]: the sender, about to deliver some bad news to the receiver, gently places a hand on the receiver's shoulder to stop them from running away from the bad news.

[ SHIELD ]: the sender catches hold of the receiver's shoulder and draws them back and away from a threat, pulling them behind them for their safety.

[ SOOTHE ]: the sender places their hands on the receiver's shoulders and begins to give them a massage.

[ LEVER ]: the sender, wanting to sit next to the receiver, places a hand on their shoulder to ease themselves to the space beside them.

[ HERE ]: the sender taps the receiver's shoulder to alert them to their presence.

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Give us a gifset of: ♡ Yamazaki Kento as Ryohei Arisu Alice in Borderland (2020 - 2022) dir. Sato Shinsuke

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[DAZED FROM BLOOD LOSS] hey not to kill the vibe completely but i think i am in love with you

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͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏͏༜𑜞𑇓࿐ Ocean Waves

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