#arisu ryouhei

[choujinx]

IMAWA NO KUNI NO ALICE (2010-2016) by aso haro

[misty-doodles]

whats ur chirisu fic called?

i have many, actually! I'm going to assume you don't mean the chrisagi fic, so i'll only include the monogamist fics.

Accidents happen; Arisu gets into a car accident, and everyone worries. Chishiya comes to terms with his feelings for Arisu following this.

Cold and Cruel don't suit you; Arisu gets more cruel and murderous, and it's uncomfortable and upsetting for everyone, especially Chishiya

A Painful Reality; Arisu takes his own life and Chishiya has to deal with the painful loss.

A (slightly less) Painful Reality; Alternate version of the fic above, where Chishiya finds him earlier, and they deal with the aftermath together.

Baby boy; Chishiya explores age regression and little space, and Arisu is a kind and accepting boyfriend.

hope this helps !

[fruity-arsonist]

Y'all I need helpppp

Where I live Alice in Borderland just got taken off Netflix and it was literally when i was in the middle of S2E4 but I need to finish it

What are some good free illegal websites or literally any other free place I can watch it

[dramatcha]

Pretend Book Cover.

Arisu as Alice in Through the-Looking Glass.

[whatkillsthecat]

Chishiya Shuntarou has a lot of Lists. About things he doesn't like, about things he won't do. He's very strict about them too; never in his life has he strayed from his rules.

He doesn't feel things the same way other people do. If feelings were compared to the entire electromagnetic spectrum, all he could see would be Visible Light. He'd never even cared about what he might be missing.

That is, until he met Arisu Ryouhei at the end of the world. And suddenly, Rules and Lists and Visible Light stopped making sense.

They say that Curiosity Kills the Cat, and he thinks they might be right, because at this rate, Arisu really will be the death of him. The scary part is, he can't do a thing to save himself. The scariest part is that he doesn't even want to.

read here :)

[arichishiya]

KARISU SMUT

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Rating: Explicit.

Pairing: Arisu Ryohei/Karube Daikichi.

Words: 5930.

Chapters: 2/2.

Tags: top karube, Sub Arisu, Bottom Arisu Ryouhei, dom karube, Sexual Tension, slight angst, Loosing virginity, First Time, occasional softness because they care about each other, Karube lowkey goes feral, Rimming, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Hickeys, Bite marks, Bruises, Slight Pain Kink, slight sadism, Rough Sex, Overstimulation, Breeding, Possessiveness, karube has a big cock, Porn With Plot, mentioned Karube x Emi, past Karube x Emi

Summary:

Emi breaks up with Karube.

Karube and Arisu have sex.

That's it. That's the plot.

[densesindealer]

Eh fuck it I'm adding characters from Alice In Borderland to my blog. Only a handful but still I'm adding some.

Alice In Borderland

Ryouhei Arisu

Hikari Kuina

Rizuna An

Yuzuha Usagi

Asahi Kujō

Saori Shibuki

[loveislattes]

Ooohhh, but there are so many to choose from 😭

1. Darkiplier (Markiplier's Ego)

2. Crowley (SPN)

3. Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds)

4. Ghostface- Billy Loomis and Stu Macher (Scream 1996)

5. 11th Doctor

Honorable mentions: Actor, Wilford Warfstache, Damien, and Googleplier (Markiplier's Egos), David Rossi, Penelope Garcia, and Aaron Hotchner (Criminal Minds), Hal Cooper (Riverdale), L and Light (Death Note), Castiel and Dean Winchester (SPN), Reaper (Overwatch), Thomas Hewitt (TCM) & Niragi Suguru, Kuina Hikari, Chishiya Shuntarou, Arisu Ryouhei, and Yaba Ouki (Alice in Borderland)

Thank you so much for the tag @fruitypieq !

Tagging (but please don't feel pressured): @hcrystal02 @moriihana @nervousholyghost @regalrain @metautske and anyone else who wants to participate!!

Comfort Character Tag

Tagged by @crosshairlovebot. Thanks, friend! 🤍

Cobb Vanth

Bilbo Baggins

Ahsoka Tano

Dr. Otto Octavius/Doc Ock

John Silver (Treasure Planet)

My list of honorable mentions would be hilariously long because there's so many more I'd put on this list in a heartbeat. 🥰

No pressure tagging: @red-winters @dantes-devil-huntress @kyber-hearts @sageislostinspring @iceman-kazansky @pineapple-wonderland @pcrushinnerd @daincrediblegg @cealyy

[tindreams]

“With death staring you in the face, you truly understand what it means to be alive.”

I didn’t expect how the story in the manga ended. I was kind of anticipating a scientific explanation behind their situation but for the record, I’m not saying it’s bad. It made sense in a way but it was not the kind of route that I was expecting.

Overall, it’s good. The factors that made me like Alice in Borderland are its intriguing characters and the thought of using the different card suits in categorizing Games and people’s strengths.

[queersturbate]

talk more about AiB pls I need more convincing to watch it loll

hey anon!! ahh thank you so much

i really want to talk about the different fighting styles the characters have and how unique they are to the characters' personality.

I'll start with Arisu because they're my favorite. Their fighting style is very uhh submissive i suppose? They get hit a lot and dont put up a fight, never strike back. They get hit, they get up, they get hit again, they get up. They're always getting back up, i think that in itself is a fighting style. But when they're forced to fight back, like when there's a gun involved, they will be less focused on hitting the person and more focused on "get this barrel away from me". There's two times that I can remember them doing this, which is episode 2 and 8. They also grab the gun and point it away from them and others. It's clear that Arisu has no experience in fighting, just getting hit, so when they have no other choice, they will be more defensive than offensive and not try to necessarily subdue the other person but just try not to fucking die lol

next, Karube, his fighting style is so...street-like. It's obvious he's been in fights before but like due to altercations at bars or something like that. He isnt tactical with it, i guess? He hits like he wants to hurt the other person as badly as possible and doesn't care whether or not he hurts his hand. He is trying to win by the other person being on the ground and knocked out. He also uses weapons a lot. He's used a fire extinguisher, a knife, and another sort of blade. It's because while he is strong, he is trying to have the upper hand. His throws and stabs and swings aren't calculated like a person with a trained fighting background, it's more 'i need to make this hurt as much as possible'

With Kuina, she has a trained fighting background. I forget the specific martial arts she knows, but it's clear how different her fighting style is with Arisu and Karube. She thinks before she acts and uses her legs most of the time. She has a perfect stance and is calculating what her opponents next move will be and acts accordingly. The trauma she endured from her fighting background also fuels her in fights which we can see. She was taught to never hesitate to make the final blow, so she doesn't. I really like how she uses her legs so much because no other character does, and it's important to the specific martial arts she's done. She also makes a great effort with her dodges, too. Which is not something that a lot of the other characters do!

i have more characters to analyze with fighting so lmk if any of you want that!

[choujinx]

IMAWA NO KUNI NO ALICE RETRY (2020-2021) by aso haro

[misty-doodles]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 今際の国のアリス | Imawa no Kuni no Alice | Alice in Borderland (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Chishiya Shuntarou & Niragi Suguru Characters: Niragi Suguru, Chishiya Shuntarou, Usagi Yuzuha, Arisu Ryouhei, Samura Takatora | Last Boss Additional Tags: Niragi Suguru Being an Asshole, Angst, Emotional Hurt, Character Study, Redemption, Guilt, Suicidal Thoughts, Soft Niragi Suguru, References to Depression, Author Is Sleep Deprived Summary:

Unlike his roommate, the injuries he sustained were much more severe, and left him bedridden. He had broken bones, 3rd degree burns all across his body and half his face, repository problems, and a hell of a time even speaking. His doctor pushed him to start physical therapy as soon as possible, but he found himself wondering what the point was. He had no life, no friends, and likely no job, so life seemed so… Pointless

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Niragi wakes up in the hospital after everything, and only then realizes that his actions have consequences. And that those consequences mean he's all alone.

[a-simp-20]

Right now imagining Arisu teaching Either Karube or Chota on how to do math science and stuff, like would he be a good teacher? I bet he would.

Will his two best friends be able to understand what he explains? Maybe? Kinda? No? Who knows? :)

[rugbypolycule]

what more could you do

pairing: arisu ryouhei x karube daikichi

characters: karube daikichi, arisu ryouhei

rating: general audiences, no warnings apply

words: 1788

summary: freshly dropped out of university and knee-deep in depression, arisu ryouhei breaks up with karube daikichi with no explanation. months later, unable to deal with the fallout, arisu goes to his apartment. wounds that have yet to fully scab over reopen.

ao3 link

Karube didn’t need Arisu. In spite of his poignant absence, the sun still rose every empty morning and set at frigid night. The cold still crept through the cramped apartment, through the creaking floorboards and in-between cracks in not quite sealed windows. The earth turned, it turned, and it turned without Arisu. In this, there was no argument.

So, Karube didn’t need Arisu. If the suffocating world outside his slowly encroaching walls continued its screaming persistence, then Karube too would refuse to bow out. He would grit his teeth, hunch his shoulders in his too-thin jacket, desperately not recalling an exasperatedly fond voice that would nag him to dress warmer. He would curse as he woke up to flecks of snow on his window pane and wrestle with his useless heater. He would not ache for the childlike wonder of someone who was no longer there.

Eventually, the snow would melt. The man who had left would take the rent money with him, and Karube would have to figure out where else he could take up space. Karube would go to work in a run-down bar in the sticky heat of the coming summer, cicadas filling the silence in his mind where a plan for the rest of his life should sit. Karube Daikichi would be, in all senses of the word, alive.

Even so, his chest was empty – so he filled it with tar. Karube was never particularly interested in smoking before the hole in his life abruptly dug itself. Now, the nicotine numbed the disquiet in his head, and his throat burned, and for a brilliant moment nothing felt real. For mere seconds, he could shed the sense of loss that hung around him like a bad smell. He tried his best to heave his heavy hurt out with every exhale, to no avail. He kept smoking, kept treading the smouldering ashes into the concrete beneath his boots outside his apartment building. Kept telling himself this was the last one, that this would be the last time he allowed himself to feel like this.

Eventually, the pack emptied. His hands trembled with it, fingers clenched around cool air. Pressure blossomed in the centres of his upturned palms, stomach knotted, the spaces between his ribs drawn tight.

He shoved his frostbitten fists in his pockets, steeled himself to face a space that was not his home. But as his eyes followed his cloud of exhale, they caught on a figure on the other side of the empty street.

Karube Daikichi realised he did not need a heart.

What was the point of a muscle which tore so easily? Which couldn’t regulate its sole function when it was confronted with such devastating eyes? His heart, this useless lead pump in his chest, that supplied blood to his forsaken limbs. To the legs that would halt for nothing tangible on this earth as they made their way towards Arisu. Like a pitiful asteroid in its hapless orbit around a star, Karube fell into place in front of the man who had left him.

‘Daikichi,’ was all it took to break him. To snap the thin wire that ran from head to heart, built to forbear embarrassment in times like these.

‘Don’t call me that. You don’t get to call me that anymore.’ His voice was abrasion in the quiet evening air. Arisu, tensed and taught, raised his hands in cautious surrender.

‘Sorry. Karube, then. Karube.’

There was always something wounding in the way Arisu said either of his names. As if it was something precious. As if he hadn’t swirled the taste of it in his mouth and resolutely spat it out at Karube’s feet. It made him feel untethered, strings cut all at once and without warning.

‘You kept paying the rent. You left, without telling why, and you never stopped paying the rent. Do you think I need your pity, Arisu? Do you think I need your father’s money?’

Part of Karube wanted to spit more poison at Arisu. To ask if living as a constant disappointment to his father was really so much better than living with Karube. To ask if he really did hate him that much, that he would run to someone who had never tried to understand him, who never tried to love him. Karube had given him so much love. Why did he throw it away?

‘It’s not pity. I would never pity you.’ Arisu’s speech was often soft and hesitant, but in this statement there was an unmistakable firmness.

‘So then fucking explain! You left, Arisu.’

‘I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.’

‘Why do you keep apologising? If you’re really that sorry then just…’

‘Just what?’ And his eyes. Glassy with unshed tears and rimmed with red from many previous. Arisu was a man exhausted. That his spine was curled forward, that his shoulders almost grazed his ears made him seem smaller and more fragile than Karube had ever known him to be.

The useless muscle in his chest constricted itself again. Karube’s veins throbbed with it. Had he ever really known Arisu? Had he ever meant anything to him? He bit his tongue to stifle the pathetic question he so miserably needed to ask. But brittle eyeteeth could only do so much against a brain on fire.

‘It’s not fair. None of this is… is fucking fair, Arisu,’ and he makes a fist around the urge to reach out, to touch his frost-reddened cheek, to gentle a thumb at the thin skin of his eyelids. He buried such bile once again in the pockets of his worn jeans, glared at the pavement like it would fix any of this. And he had to clench his diaphragm, swallow once, twice, to kill the sob that clawed its way up his throat. He could feel Arisu’s stare itching at his scalp.

‘I’m sorry. I’m- fuck I’m so sorry, Karube. Please,’ and the waver in his words stuck like needles in his skin, ‘you have to know that I’m sorry. It’s all my fault.’

And all too suddenly, a hand cupped his cheek. It was the cruellest thing in the world, the warmth of it. How Karube’s neck arched towards its softness, how Arisu’s palm was moulded to fit his jaw like they were fired in the same kiln, forged in the same fire. Who was Karube to stop it, when the seam of his lips smoothed ever so slowly against the length of Arisu’s thumb? How could he have halted the splintered shudder that parted his lips against the tendon of an unfurled fist?

Small, like the first patter of rain on a cloudy day, Arisu begged.

‘Won’t you look at me?’

Could he have? Was it possible stare bare-faced and guileless into the sun without burning? Karube was willing to go blind with it, if it was Arisu asking.

Some of Arisu’s tears had spilt, shimmering rivulets grazing his cold-stung features. Karube’s treacherous thumb carved its home in the hollow of Arisu’s cheekbone. Ridiculous. Both men, all fragile lungs and wounded eyes, stood holding onto one another as if he couldn’t quite believe he was real. As if the other would stay for as long as he was held.

Like breathing, like the most natural thing in the world, Arisu closed what little distance remained between them.

He kissed him, a whimper leaking from between the searing heat of their mouths. It was torturous, and roiling up the arched column of Karube’s throat came a smouldering ire. Arisu always did this, always dealt the blow while looking like the most injured person in the room. It made Karube want to hurt. Thus the kiss became more teeth than lips, a grab for purchase on whatever chilled skin was exposed to him. Karube kissed to mark, kissed to plea, kissed to hollow out a space for himself that had long since closed.

The inside of Arisu’s mouth was hot, and Karube was a man starved for warmth. His other hand settled, curling against Arisu’s jaw, and all at once Karube was cradling Arisu’s face. He crushed their mouths together again and again, lips stinging and teeth too blunt to cut deep enough to make it right. Karube’s rage rose like steam out of him in the slick kiss, leaving a gentle simmer deep down in his belly.

Arisu cradled Karube’s jaw like one would hold a baby bird. His fingers gentled against his jugular, feeling the searing jackrabbit pulse of his blood under the goose-fleshed skin of his throat. His chapped fingers ran feather-light up and down, ever-so-slightly grazing the beginnings of karube’s hairline. In days gone by, Karube’s favourite thing to do was let Arisu run his fingers over his scalp, working through the tangles in his long hair until he was satisfied. This caress now was more of an echo, ringing hollow in Karube’s chest. His lungs burned with it as he gasped for air into Arisu’s mouth, gasped for what he no longer had.

It was like being crushed.

Pulling away was like pulling glass shards out of Karube’s tongue. His lips stung and his eyes burned and his heart hurt.

‘Why are you punishing me for loving you,’ he choked out, mouth filled with sawdust, ‘why can’t I have you?’

The moment shattered, red string of fate slashed to pieces. Arisu recoiled and almost snapped back, spine ramrod, eyes red-rimmed and wild. The spell broke as Arisu remembered what he came here for.

‘I’m just here to drop off my key,’ he said, voice broken but tone flat as he could muster. Arisu was a different man with the same face, a crude impression of the object of Karube’s tragic affection. Nothing felt right in the cold street, not in Karube’s palm where the cruel metal of Arisu’s key was pressed, fingers moulded over it into a fist by Arisu’s pitiless hand.

‘Just like that.’ It wasn’t a question anymore. The air that had so violently filled Karube’s chest as they kissed had seeped out and then some, leaving him deflated and exhausted. What little hope he had left had been dying a slow death since Arisu turned the corner onto his street.

‘I’m sorry, Karube,’ and Karube didn’t doubt that he was in the slightest, no matter how much it made his ears burn and his pulse ache.

He replied, ‘thanks,’ as devoid of emotion as he could muster. Karube didn’t need Arisu. Not his hands nor his kiss nor his apology. Crossing the street and unlocking the door to the apartment he resolved to move out of as quickly as possible was as easy as breathing glass without choking. Karube didn’t need Arisu.

He didn’t look back.

[anthonyjve]

Alice in Borderland

[kakiwrites]

Hi!! Culd you do some Hcs for meeting Arisu in a game, first being rivals, then Friends, then you 2 meet up and end being together?

Winning you over with survival

Genre: fluff

A ryouhei arisu x reader

a/n: this is my first and only Alice in borderland request and I want to do more so please don't be shy to send in more! Let's get started!

 So you've seen Arisu a lot in games even before you joined the beach.

But when you joined the beach, you guys would always see each other.

You had some sort of friendly rivalry with him.

It was either you would compare your games when you both come back alive,

Or you both compete on who contributes the most in the game.

Arisu is a gamer so I see him as very, very competitive.

So he takes this as a challenge.

And you do too.

You guys are both very stubborn.

Banter happens everywhere to the point that it annoys everyone-

But there were always moments where you would help each other up.

There was one time, in a chase type of game, you tripped over your foot.

You waited for the dealer to hurt you but instead, Arisu stepped up and fought them back for you to escape with the rest of the group.

That's when you realized how much he cared about you.

That was the day you started falling for him.

"you okay?" he asked after getting the car ride back to the beach, he was checking out your ankle.

"Why are you so concerned," you asked, a faint blush dusting your cheeks.

"because I don't like seeing the girl I like getting hurt," he said before pausing.

Shit. What the hell did he just say?

he blushed, looking away bashfully as he scratched the back of his head.

You smirked at him, pulling him by his trunks, smashing your lips against his.

"well, I don't like the boy that I like to get worried about me," you said smugly before leaving him a flustered mess.

Out bloomed a lasting relationship that went beyond your time in the borderlands.

 I know it was messy and all over the place but I hope this was still readable. Thank you @mylovelyreblogs for requesting this, hope you still enjoyed this nonetheless! Love you!

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