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[hiemalsborderland]

fanart for @sharpsuite and their fic :) app ; clip studio paint brush(es) ; textured pen literally spent like 40 min trying to get chishiya's face right omg

[soulmissed]

@sharpsuite: ’ first things first. a sweatshirt and something hot to drink. ’ ( From Ann, maybe for a cold day or something? She's the caring type- )

memes, accepting

today’s freeze flush temperatures sneak upon him. don’t kick in proper until you’re indoors. a tickle at the back of his throat. chills wrangling his toothpick arms. numb shakes and sputters and shudders. sweatshirt, snug in loose grip, smells like crisp detergent.

august pulls it on slowly. (rolls its sleeves toward brown fists. rubs a sleeve-bunched hand against his face.) idle, intent smile. “ i could try some warm milk. ” crow caw muttering. “ probably just caught myself a chill. ”

[deadn30n-arch]

there  is  a  look  of  discontent  etched  into  his  features,  unconstrained.  it's  clear  that  the  circumstances  he's  found  himself  under  are  not  something  he  wants  to  waste  his  time  with   –   but  he  may  have  no  choice  at  this  rate.  hand  in  pocket,  Nour  rounds  the  corner  of  a  nearby  street,  golden  eyes  narrowed  as  he  keeps  a  watchful  mind  on  his  surroundings.  he's  as  perceptive  as  ever   –   it's  rare  anything  truly  gets  past  him.   "  you've  been  following  me  for  a  while.  got  something  to  say?  "   the  question  is  tossed  pointedly  over  his  shoulder.  his  tone  of  voice  is  neither  friendly  nor  challenging,  but  invites  his  shadow  to  reveal  itself,  if  it  so  chooses.  otherwise  he'll  continue  to  ignore  it  as  it  were  nothing  until  it  decides  whether  it's  friend  or  foe.

@sharpsuite 🌿 starter call

[niragixpsych]

Dracula: 

has your muse ever felt tied to something, unable to get away? ( a person / relationship, a fate, a place, ect. )  how did they break that tie, or do they still feel tied to it?

universal classic monster headcanon asks!

Dracula: has your muse ever felt tied to something, unable to get away? ( a person / relationship, a fate, a place, ect. )  how did they break that tie, or do they still feel tied to it?

Niragi feels he is unable to break fully away from the Borderland, a place without any real rules where you are able to act as you want is appealing to him. He keep coming back to it, like a moth drawn to a flame. I can see a person having that effect on him too, but that's something that has to come naturally.

[cartelheir]

@sharpsuite : Chishiya lifts his eyes from his book when Pat walks into the room, his head tilted as if he's considering asking something or not. It seems like he won't, until he finally does. " Do you have Valentine's Day plans? It seems like the kind of holiday you'd have elaborate plans for. " Maybe. He's not actually that certain what people do for days like this but who better to ask than Pat?

" i don't know. " she resists the urge to groan, to tell him not to remind her of the upcoming holiday. this close to it, she should have something planned by now. how did she lose track of all her one-month relationships just as february was approaching? this the first time, since she had her very first boyfriend, that pat is close to spending valentine's day alone; the years before, she always managed to secure a date at the very least.

it's stupid to be upset, really. she's fine alone ━ or rather, single. for the first time in her life she's been able to actually develop a deep friendship that's been better for her than any boyfriend ever was. she's at peace. still, the thought of her romantic life being left aside fills her with more anxiety than she'd like to admit.

" it's four days away. more than enough time to find someone to get laid. " it's true, but the words still sound uncertain, not nearly as enthusiastic as they'd usually be. " why? you got any plans? "

[hisinfinities]

@sharpsuite (continued from x)

It's a SHOCK to feel a snowball shatter against her head, and she ALMOST slips from how it throws her off-balanced. Luckily she manages to catch herself BEFORE that can potentially happen. It's still cold though, clinging to her face and her dark strands of hair while smaller clumps fall against her neck. Somehow, despite it all, ANN MAINTAINS HER STEEL-LIKE GRACE. But she's no fool either. Her head turns towards Gojo, her eyes hidden behind her signature sunglasses. At least with the colder weather, Hatter's allowed some ADJUSTMENTS to the whole Beach attire rule that he'd had in place. Probably more because he was also cold rather than anything practical. Beachwear was fine during the heat - but the SUDDEN CHANGE in temperature called for adjustments. As if death games weren't enough. But for now, her focus is on the other executive. As if people like Niragi weren't enough to have to deal with. " Somehow, I doubt the sincerity of that statement. " Ann replies; DOESN'T SEEM MAD, only critical. " I think you DID mean for it to be thrown that hard, but I wasn't the intended target, was I? " Unlike many at the Beach who indulged in escapism or fun, Ann was rather known to not indulge in such antics. A rather comforting fact when it came to playing games, even if it tended to give her something of a colder reputation to those who didn't particularly know her. ( AND YET, FAR FROM THE TRUTH. ) It's actually rather NICE to see people having fun. She just doesn't find it as easy to indulge in as some like Gojo seem to. Maybe it was because she put more weight on the general populace's lives than most of the others here did. She lifts a hand to brush the remaining snow out of her hair, stepping out of the way of where she'd been standing. " Please. Don't let me be in the way of whatever snowball fight you may be having. " / @hisinfinities

He barely makes any effort to mask his laughter; wide smile and snickers only half-hidden behind a gloved hand, eyes twinkling with amusement because leave it to Ann to find a way to get hit by a snowball, nearly slip, and catch herself all while still looking that graceful. Gojo's not sure he's ever seen her not be calm and collected, and it's so impressive that he finds it funny.

"Smart as ever, Ann! Nothing gets past you." She's mostly right; he did intend to throw that hard at a different target. But when she came into his line of sight, he just couldn't help himself... but forgot to adjust the strength of his throw accordingly. But that's fine, because it's not like she couldn't handle it, right? He almost thinks it'd be more insulting to imply that.

Gojo lowers his head to look at her over the top of his own, slimmer shades. "It could be our snowball fight, if you have the guts."

Right as he says it, a snowball collides with the side of the head; while his ear is protected by a warm headband, he immediately feels the chill down his neck and in his hair. Turning in the direction it came from, he playfully shouts, "I'm gonna kill whoever threw that!" Not literally, of course.

Turning back to Ann, he smiles, placing both hands behind his head. "Seriously, loosen up a little! I know shit's serious and all, but I promise you're not going to ruin your reputation by having a little fun just this once." Despite his antics, he understands the seriousness of their situation-- his rowdier, carefree behavior is oftentimes a mask to hide and suppress what this world did to him before he found the Beach.

"Sure we might not make it to tomorrow, but for all we know neither will this snow. So how about it? I'll even let you get a free hit in."

[hakusins]

no wait i got you, this is my demon

JBRFJBEJRHFJBEBJRFBJHER THATS A HOT ASS FUCKING DEMON?????? AIYO I WOULD BE FIGHTING THIS DEMON ANOTHER WAY-!

[svjetllost]

“ Is that supposed to give me some kind of relief? ” Glasses in hand, the corner of his shirt, not completely dirty yet, used to polish the glass - or if he was being honest probably smudge the surface. It was something to do, busy work. Otherwise, he would have to sit down and fully realize what had just happened.

What was supposed to be a regular business trip to Tokyo - where he would have spent a few hours in a book store signing copies of his book, and having an interview or two before he’d be on the plane back to Korea, he was now stuck. Trapped in some kind of hellish nightmare that wasn’t anywhere near its end.

Or so it seemed. It had been over a week since he got up early after managing to toss and turn for an hour or two, got ready, and went outside. Only to find one of the busiest cities in the world completely deserted.

“ And what now, volunteer every few days for a new game? Die, kill, or be killed - and then what? Huh!? For how long? For what purpose? And you’re just…” Wanted to scream at him, there wasn’t anyone else, and he knew going away by himself wouldn’t do him any good. His agent was probably thinking that he was avoiding him again. “ What’s the grand plan? ”

sharpsuite asked: “A lot of times, people do the things they do because they can't do anything else.” ( From Chishiya for whoever you think might be interesting / want to throw at him? ) / MEME - accepting!

[musingmemories]

@sharpsuite sent: « “Would you come with me please? I adore your company.” » Ann Rizuna to Kuina Hikari

One minute. Sixty seconds. That’s how long Kuina’s heart had stopped beating. Hers, and the rest of those on her floor recovering from the horrors that'd rocked the city of Tokyo. Something you only read about in Sci-Fi or fantasy novels, the sky falling and almost wiping the place off the map in a matter of seconds. Casualties… but also survivors. Miracles they'd survived. Compared to others, Kuina had gotten by rather unscathed. Hadn't suffered from severe third-degree (Or was it fourth-degree? Fifth?) burns anywhere on her body. She wasn't wheelchair bound and hadn't lost any of her limbs (although she’d argue broken nails were basically limbs), and she wasn't comatose. Her mother couldn't believe it, and the two of them couldn’t help but cry their eyes out over being reunited once again — well, for Kuina, the way her heart ached made it feel like years had passed since being able to hold her again. Kimiko was so relieved, in fact... that the woman hoped it was a chance they could start over. All of them. As a family.

Which included Kuina's father.

At least she could channel all her doubts, insecurities, and anxiety into pushing herself too hard during physical therapy. Something she didn't mind, considering this was her literal second chance at life. Just a short six months of it, then Kuina could rejoin the outside world. …poor choice of words that had her nurse apologizing profusely for, given that their world had been rocked with a catastrophe, but ones that actually made Kuina appreciate her all the more. Walking after getting your stomach almost ripped open was difficult, shards of glass having lodged themselves into her abdomen, chest, right leg, left forearm, and narrowly dodged the jugular on the right side making themselves right at home in their spots until emergency services had pulled her from the rubble.

But what motivated Kuina… was knowing her steps would have her pass by a certain patient’s window. Ann Rizuna. Brought back to life, but comatose. Every day Kuina walked by that window back and forth, waiting for the day the woman would wake up… and eventually visited her when sitting down for a bit didn’t hurt like a bitch. “What’s got you so curious about this patient, Miss Kuina?” A pull? Deja vu like they’d met somewhere? That wasn’t something someone in the medical field could understand, necessarily, but if it hadn’t been for the fact that they were found together, it was also “Because… she looks like someone I want to get to know. See? She’s in a coma… but she’s still got lipstick on.”

Patience was rewarded, and almost as if lightning struck, Ann woke up that very same day… finally meeting an entire day later, and were inseparable ever since. Well, on Kuina’s end, anyway, who would loudly make a big deal about having to leave at any point and time, only to immediately return when being allowed to or sneaking in at bedtime. That nagging sense of Deja vu sat between them, and for Kuina… it felt like this particular connection was deeper and easier than any she’d had before. Like they’d known one another in a past life.

‘Would you come with me please? I adore your company.’

Ann’s voice cut through Kuina’s nostalgia, again lost in struggling to recall where they might know one another from — in the retail store Kuina worked as a customer, in passing at a restaurant or bar or convenience store… or maybe Ann was someone she’d randomly complimented before. But that overthinking fell by the wayside being invited on Ann’s first walk outdoors because her company was adored. A lopsided grin pulled across Kuina’s lips — the one big and wide that she often tried to hide. Ann didn’t know it… but just a simple request made Kuina’s whole world shine just a bit brighter. “Adoreeee~? I knew it! All that monotone of voice and sighing were actually just sounds of affection from you, Ann~”

Without thinking much of it, Kuina hooked her arm through Ann’s, both an offer to be a weight she could lean on if needed, and simply because she wanted to. “After this… after we both leave here… we should hang out. I wanna do all the things you find fun, Ann. Even if it’s police stuff. Like take me to a crime scene and let me solve it with you!” An epic adventure, Kuina could see it now… already picturing and hearing the possible immediate decline to the suggestion by the more stern, to Kuina’s amusement. “You might judge me for mine, cause they’re girly as hell.” They were almost polar opposites after all. “But you’d have the best time with yours truly~.”

[hiemalsborderland]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRITTNEY !!!

happy bday to one of my most talented moots ever !!!! i love your works and i hope you have a very amazing day <3 / @sharpsuite

[jndoe]

⸻⸻  • ⁍ @sharpsuite

ㅤ she's feeling a little better, the nurses told jane this morning. she's not in pain, she's gaining her appetite back, she's been cheerful.

ㅤ mom's always been cheerful; that doesn't mean anything. even when she clenches jane's hand with disdain in tired eyes: the uncertainty and resentment of previous circumstance IV drips can't treat. suppose, jane muses with a thumb stroking pointed knuckles, some of her debt repayment can be directed toward a few final hospital bills. if she is getting better then it'll be a drop in the bucket that the banks won't miss⸻ just a few weeks of cleaning or moving boxes or reviewing mission plans. it all goes back to the same place.

ㅤ gaining her appetite back is better news. jane came with a danish from a nearby bakery⸻ chief's treat⸻ & had a few dollars leftover to get her a drink from a vending machine ( *if only she thought of it sooner, she would have spent it on something nicer to celebrate... ) a hand dips inside her back pocket... then the other. then the two front. her jacket pockets. the inside of her jacket, her boots, her wallet. all without luck. frustration boils behind her ribs & clenches her jaw.

ㅤ alone, she looks around, watching someone slow in the middle of their path & bend down. jane draws nearer to *hope that what caught his attention was what she sought.

ㅤ "excuse me, sir. i think that's mine."

[soulmissed]

@sharpsuite: ( blanket ) - for the sender’s muse to place a blanket on top of the receiver’s muse after a hard day / after they’ve fallen asleep somewhere . ( from Ann ! )

found family prompts, accepting

august clicks on the weather channel. it was a favored channel of his. mundane. comfortable. he lounges before television. (light flows cookie cutter soft into the room. his eyelids droop.) between gentle light, monotonous chatterings, forecast statistics, the boy nods off.

plush-and-down weight of a blanket jars his eyes partway. “ i fell asleep? ” he whispers. and in sleepy japanese: “ thanks for the blanket. ”

[cartelheir]

@sharpsuite :   As CLEVER as Chishiya might be, even he can’t come up with an excuse or explanation for this situation that doesn’t sound as lame as any teenager’s excuse. ( He is, at least, thankful that Niragi didn’t seem to be aware when he’d pulled away with some grumble about bullshit to deal with. Chishiya didn’t doubt there’d be threats of brains splattered against a wall if he had. ) It doesn’t mean Chishiya doesn’t rapidly try to sort through any possible excuse to offer for why Chishiya and Niragi had only been centimeters apart and hidden away in an otherwise empty place. And Niragi’s hands had definitely not been kept to himself – admittedly Chishiya’s had been buried in silk but there’s one benefit to tall assholes and that’s hiding. Even so, he comes up with very little. There really isn’t any good excuse though, is there?    Chishiya just stares at Pat in uncharacteristic silence while he decides the quickest route to escape from the situation. Maybe she didn’t see anything? Though he doesn’t have a good explanation for the lack of yelling or arguing even if she had seen absolutely nothing. Niragi invading Chishiya’s space with threats was something most people saw. This however… “ Pat. “ He manages to slink back behind his usual inscrutable expression, trying to force his shoulders to relax rather than be tense. He was fine, right? It’s a fight to not try to check himself somehow to make sure there were no signs of anything amiss. His hands curl in the pocket of his hoodie. “ Impeccable timing to avoid Niragi. “ He has to fight down a sigh because he’s fairly confident that is not going to work. ( I have sat here giggling through this mess, I leave it up to you to how much she saw or suspects. )

it feels like they've been staring at each other for hours, completely silent. it's uncharacteristic of her; and even chishiya, who's generally more quiet, is more talkative than this with her. she's still processing the image she'd just run into; clear and, unfortunately, unmistakable. and she has the urge to run away from the scene, like she was the one caught doing something wrong. she feels like she could stay right here for years, leaning against the wall and staring off at nothing, and she'll still need longer to figure out how on earth those two had arrived from point A to━━ well, this.

is she pissed? maybe a little bit. not that it's any of her business, but that's the one close friend she has in this place and the guy who almost got her killed not even three days ago. they've miraculously reached a truce, at least for the time being, but there's still a deep bruise on her wrist under her golden bracelet from the previous game. but mostly, she's just surprised. she looks at him when he says her name, doesn't know what to say or if she can say any words at all without laughing. she doesn't think chishiya has realized there's a huge red spot on the side of his neck, for sure to bruise later.

" yeah. " it's like she finally remembers how to move her hands again, and she immediately lights up a cigarette. kuina's journey to quit had been inspiring to her, but maybe pat just doesn't have the same willpower. " it's hard to avoid conflict with niragi, isn't it? always throwing insults, punches, bullets, and, " only then, she allows herself to openly stare at the mark on chishiya's neck, " ... love bites? "

[hisinfinities]

3. do you often get ideas when watching new media? do you end up wanting a canon character, an oc in that world, or just things involving current muses in the world / with those characters?

9. have the types of characters you play changed over the years?

15 questions about mun’s taste in muses. | Accepting | @sharpsuite

//So, I don't pick up new muses easily. I have to really feel something for me to "get muse" for a character, and I'm unlikely to pick up a new muse unless I'm active in the fandom itself (at least to start) and see the show/game/etc. being something that's going to hold my interest for a long time. So when it comes to watching new media, in terms of anything roleplay related, I'm most likely to try imagining my current/past muses in that universe or a similar kind of situation. Sometimes if I really like a certain media but can't see myself writing any of the characters, I'll consider making an AU/crossover for my muses instead (Alice in Borderland being a good example of this.)

I wouldn't say the types of characters I play has changed much over the years. Not that I only write one type of character, but there's certain traits that definitely make a muse my "type," and I've played those types pretty consistently, even if I've written other characters in-between, if that makes sense. The type of media my muses have come from has changed over time, though! I started out pretty much only writing anime characters, but at one point shifted more to video game muses, then to live action... and now with Gojo, I'm back to anime lol.

[hakusins]

i know nothing about this game other than what you've told me but i'm curious if there's any characters you think would have my interest 👀

JNERFJBNEJBJBJHERFBJHERFBH HI BRIT MY LOVE WELCOME, am I converting you? If so do DM me on discord, I'll show you how to download the game. IT'S FUN TRUST ME OKAY!!! also I will also show you how to configure the settings so that you don't have to deal with uhm... ahem, full blown hardcore beastiality.

BUT ANYHOW!!

I think in all honesty, you would be down with most of them? Almost all of the characters in this fucked up little town is fucked up in some way and I know you like them fucked up. But if I have to spin the wheel and make a guess, you would like one of the non-School love interests/people of interests/NPCs. You would probably like either Remy, Wren, Mickey, Landry, Bailey, Briar, uhhh and I'm thinking maybe Leighton? Yeah definitely the bastards of the town. Maybe, just maybe I think you'd be interested in Sydney but thats like a stretch because I know you're usually not into the younger characters.

BUT IF I CAN GUESS LIKE WITH FUN, I'm guessing you might also like Great Hawk the Terror. Because like... Gekkouin, and you can pretend to be Byakkomaru jhbERJFBHJERF Just an idea~! but I'm betting everything on Wren the Smuggler. He is most definitely your type and if it's not, I'll send Eri to the wolves' den.

[svjetllost]

His hair is still wet, cold droplets sliding from the tips of each strand, trailing down his neck. It had all happened too fast—the routine lookout walk, the ambush, the attack. Torn clothes, blood staining his skin. Moving in a daze, Se-joo had stripped down and doused himself in water until the filth was gone—or at least, until he felt remotely clean. Now, clad only in his underwear, he sat in the corner, barely registering the world around him.

The sound of Chishiya’s voice cut through the fog in his mind. Blinking, he snapped out of his vacant stare long enough to take the blanket offered to him, wrapping it tightly around his shoulders.

“You weren’t hurt?” His voice sounded wrong—hollow, foreign, as if it belonged to someone else. But he felt nothing. The panic, the shock—whatever had been there before—was gone now, leaving behind only a vague awareness of himself and his surroundings.

His gaze flickered to the dimly lit room, shadows shifting with the flicker of the oil lamp at its center. The sun had already set.

“Can we even stay here for the night?”

sharpsuite asked: i got you a blanket. (Chishiya & Se-joo) / MEME - accepting!