To Build A Place I Belong

I shouldn’t have come back to tumblr.

Really don’t think I should have to defend my actions or decisions. 

Thank you ____ for telling me that was you on anon.  Honestly I’m surprised you didn’t remove me sooner considering I haven’t been blind to... what’s been going on behind the scenes. 

If you’d like to discuss the subject matter with me calmly I am more than willing for anyone to inquire about it or anything else. Just not on Anon. I’ve dealt with too many anon’s in the past to take them seriously because a good majority of the time they are out to just stir shit. 

This just in!  A question from the past comes to haunt us once more!

Here’s a recap from the last time!

Exhibit A & Exhibit B

Will it come back once again? Will the past repeat itself!

I am very aware that a majority of a particular fandom has soft blocked me in the last 48 hours. Thanks to a particular opinion or rather dislike of someone else in the fandom... that they happen to be ‘friends’ with. It’s upsetting the culture that goes on here, if I were a toxic person myself it would be understandable but... I know I’m not?? As far as I know?? And to suddenly feel unwelcomed in a fandom is very fucking upsetting since I adore the fandom and was majorly apart of it for the longest time and then some. 

It’s fucked up. Really it is. And I’m genuinely upset with these developments. Enough so that I just... am uncomfortable being on tumblr once again?? Thanks to disliking someone or another, we don’t all have to like each other but following people blindly because another says (not even to you) that they don’t like this person or has concerns... is fucked. And you all should be better than that... We don’t have to like the same things, the same ships or the same people...  I would never have someone unfollow/block someone unless the person was literally a danger to them or others.... and for the love of God I wouldn’t make anyone choose between me or them if it simply was a dislike of another... Or bad mouth those I don’t agree with or anything without being provoked?? 

So just because I don’t like someone that you like and are friends with, doesn’t mean that we can’t interact as well...

I’m really hurt right now. 

Like beyond what I thought I would be. 

I’m sorry I can’t make everyone happy and love and adore everyone despite everything.

The tense air around him was what caused him to wait for her acceptance. He wanted to move on her terms, as it seemed that Twice did a real number on her.  Her bruises and cuts were clearer, now that he was closer to her and he just searched her eyes for any semblance of memory.  Those soft eyes, her touch, Shouto remembered all of it.  He softly smiled, trying to be as gentle and calm that he could.

“What kind of question is that? Of course I’m here,” He replied, looking at the overly masculine arm guarding her.  His eyes peered at her in sympathy.  “What… what happened to you, Aiko-san?” He murmured.

When she reached toward him, Shouto hesitated.  Should she let him touch him? Twice did say that she had murdered so many of his clones.  But this was Aiko-san.  Surely she wouldn’t hurt him? His hand slowly reached towards her, placing his fingers in between hers.

“I’m here,” Shouto reaffirmed, removing the hood from his two-toned hair.  He had a lot of explaining to do, but at this moment, he only cared about calming her.  Shouto edged a bit closer, looking at the arm that was outstretched.  The wounds on it made him visibly cringe.

“What did they do to you?” His eyes narrowed slightly.  Shouto felt himself quiver with a bit of anger.  Of course the league didn’t know Shouto knew this individual; it was chance.  Coincidence.

   Aiko had not intentions of causing him any harm, even if he had any inkling to cause her harm. It wasn’t like she couldn’t handle it and if she couldn’t she had this nasty habit of not being able to stay dead. Even if she were pushed into a corner she wouldn’t be able to hurt someone she cared deeply about… at least not on purpose.

   Any composure she was clinging desperately to would crumble the moment their skin touched. Her fingers weakly gripped once his fingers slipped between her own. Bottom lip quivering before her grip tightened on his hand ever so slightly and there was no holding back the tears any longer. His questions going unanswered for the time being as she sobbed, dirty, honey blond hair falling into her face when her head tilted down in an attempt to hide her face while she cried.

   Shouto would be able to observe her wounds along her arm slowly mending—closing at an inhuman speed, but not fast enough right now. Aiko couldn’t regenerate like this, not when they were younger—no she was considered one of the ‘quirkless’ people in this world. It seemed… this wasn’t the case any more. Clearly she was no longer ‘quirkless’.

   Aiko’s small frame trembled and seemed so worn down, completely exhausted and terrified. It was surprising how quickly her ‘strong front’ fell within moments of being with him—something Twice had been unsuccessful at; breaking her.

   Despite the situation, Aiko found herself shifting, trying to get closer to him—seeking just a little more comfort from him. Giving a small, gentle tug towards, via their connected hands, in order to pull him just enough closer. Aiko moved to rest her forehead against his shoulder; when the distance between them was closed just enough. She didn’t want to get blood all over him, but she sought comfort…comfort that she had been starved of for years now.

   Sniffling, her tears didn’t stop, “I-I’ll be fine.” Her voice was soft but cracking with emotion. “I’ve… I’ve been through worse.” She admitted while trying to assure him that she’d be fine with time; at least when it came to the physical wounds.

   “…I’ve miss… missed you.” Aiko’s words now just a whisper, her eyes still closed and her masculine arm she kept curled against her malnourished frame; almost cradling it away from him be it to obstruct his view of it or the possibility that her arm would subconsciously lash out at him to protect her. As long as Shouto didn’t do anything to make her or it feel threatened it wouldn’t but it was a habit she had formed over the years.

“I wouldn’t exactly say I’m unharmed, then again that’s just my opinion Aiko-san. To be blunt, that bitch that just decided to check on us drugged us, and furthermore, whatever she used, was effective enough to subdue me and my potty-mouthed comrade over there with the purple hair. Don’t mind him, he’s always this cheerful.” Quipped Shirazu, even at a time like this he wanted to make things seem not as dire as they really were. It was about as plain to see that the three of them were in an entirely fucked up situation and the need to get out of whatever crypt they were being kept in couldn’t be mightier. The carrot-top looked over at Urie, who looked even more pissed off than he usually did if Shirazu could say so himself.

“Fuck off Shirazu, there’s nothing good your lame joking is gonna do for me or you or whoever this girl is. If we’re gonna be auctioned off to someone, we’re a bit pressed for time so let’s cut the casual talk and figure out a way out of this dank and ugly place. I’d have already gotten out of my restraints if I could.” Urie struggled to get his wrists out of the restraints with a truly upsetting futility that had him gritting his teeth out of sheer aggravation. He swore to himself that once he and Shirazu got free, he was going to let Haise have it for getting in the way. It was his fault after all, right? 

“Hey man, calm the fuck down! You getting bitchy with me isn’t gonna help me or you come up with a solution to the pickle we’ve gotten ourselves into. Plus think about it, if the others weren’t in trouble themselves or some shit like that, they’d already be down here trying to help us. Quit being such a selfish dickhead Kuki boy, and think about our comrades! And think about Miss Aiko over there. She sure as hell doesn’t deserve to be locked up down her with us anymore than we deserved to be held captive the way we are being held! Aiko-san, are you a ghoul?” Asked Ginshi, curious as to the reason she smelled so strange. “I mean nothing personal at the moment at all if you are, I’m willing to say fuck it and overlook that detail if it means there’s a way you can participate in an escape plan we come up with, you dig?”

   Aiko didn’t react much to Shirazu’s attempt at lightening up the situation besides the small raising of the corner of her lips at him saying this ‘Urie’ fellow was always this ‘cheerful’. While the other snipped agitated at—Shirazu--? Aiko’s eyes began to wander around the practically pitch black container they were locked in; ears picking up on the other struggling with his restraints, causing her gaze to shift down to her own. Would she be able to break through these? Even in her current state she should be able to right?

   Gently, Aiko tested the chains keeping her wrists connected by a chain, calmly looking them over. Her attention still on the environment around her and the two males practically bickering, Urie was going to be the wildcard in this situation Aiko could tell. Urie’s outward personality spoke volumes to the petite woman but she wouldn’t outwardly say anything—at least not yet. She had seen this type before, the type that hid their fear behind a strong front… calling them out on it wasn’t helpful unless absolutely necessary.

   “He’s right, you know.” Aiko said calmly, too calm considering the situation they were all in. Shirazu was right; Urie being ‘bitchy’ as he put it wasn’t going to help at all for any of them. At hearing her name she hesitated, stopping her movements and after a moment honey brown eyes turned to look at the sharp toothed temporary companion. Was she a ghoul? That wasn’t a question she had been expecting, then again their different scents hadn’t gone unnoticed to the Chimera. No they smelt human but like her not… quite. And yet they weren’t reeking of the scent of a ghoul—if anything they smelt human with a thin layer of a ghoul scent lingering.

   The way he said he’d ‘overlook’ it if she were a ghoul…it wasn’t hard to deduce that the two with her were some sort of ‘Dove’, a ghoul investigator. Revealing what she was would cause possible repercussions and need to go on the run again—and not from these two…but they couldn’t afford her holding out on them either. A heavy sigh escaped her, shoulders rolling forward as she shook her head to his question.

   “No. I am not a ghoul.” Aiko answered verbally, “But…” there was a pause and her attention diverted back down to her shackled wrists. The question on her mind was, how they would react to her revealing her ‘abnormality’ would they yell in terror or anything? It would hinder their escape if they made a scene because of it. “I am not longer human either—I can help.” Aiko’s voice held a deep sadness that wouldn’t easily be missed. With that the sound of metal crunching and clattering to the ground was heard. Left arm shifting, morphing and piercing through the strong quinque like metal keeping her wrists chained together.

   “What… they injected me with… its affect is already wearing off.” Aiko’s voice was barely above a whisper, but they’d both be able to hear it thanks to the small, quiet place they were in. Clearly, whoever had captured her knew about her inability to stay dead but not about how quickly things burned off in her system; that would be her advantage. Of course, she wasn’t at her peak thanks to the drug still lingering in her system and the wounds still healing.