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The community is very cliquey, everyone likes to stay in their groups and support those within their own little communities and there’s almost always some sort of “beef” going on between groups for some reason or another, old “beef” or new. When there isn’t any drama going on, it’s extremely easy to make one person angry within a group which then sets that whole group off, they all pile onto that individual which then forces that person to ultimately leave and be ostracized from the community or “ex-communicated.”

Some groups and OC creators genuinely care about and support many OC creators outside of their own group, but many do not. It’s nice to say that fixing the community comes down to just supporting each other and stop viewing others as “enemies” or better than you, etc. (this is not a dig at anyone or their suggestions, anyone who thinks this way or came up with this idea (I don’t want to name names for the sake of keeping people “safe”) is extremely valid in every way), but the community won’t change or be better until people start realizing how toxic and bad the community as a whole is. It’s a very isolating place sometimes when you are in the community and when you leave (for whatever reason) it can feel and be even worse.

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shinta + remember when we kissed that night?

Through the open, broken window, moonlight and music drifts in and washes over Kita in waves. There are jazz musicians down the block, she thinks; not uncommon for this neighborhood. It’s not like they have a wealth of luxury here, but people playing in the street is a small joy.

Behind her, the door creaks open, the light from the hall flooding into the bedroom. “Hi there, Kitten,” Shinji murmurs. His mouth curls into a smile, sharp and devilish. “Miss me?”

“Like a hole in the head,” she sighs. She leans forward onto her elbow, cupping her face in her hands. Shinji’s been out all day - with the orange-haired brat, she assumes - which has been typical of the past few days really. They haven’t seen each other at all, and not that she’d ever admit it, but she has missed him. If she doesn’t spend her days lashing her tongue at him, she doesn’t know what to do with it. It’s like his absence leaves the taste of blood in her mouth.

“Now, now, don’t be like that,” Shinji tsks. His long strides meet her at the window, where he snakes his arms around her waist and presses his lips to her shoulder. “You’ve loved me since the day you met me.”

“You have a confused definition of love,” Kita gripes. Even though he’s right. Even though she’s loved him almost as long as she can remember.

He smiles against her skin, before he continues to kiss along her shoulder towards her neck, soft and slow, stringing his words in between. “As do you,” he says. “But it lead us here... so I suppose I can’t complain.” When he presses a kiss to the junction of her jaw, he stops for a moment. “Remember when we kissed that night?”

She knows what he means immediately. The night they met - they couldn’t deny the chemistry, the electricity at their fingertips when their hands met. Perhaps she should have been ashamed, but in the moment, she knew. She just knew. She wouldn’t change a thing if all paths lead to him. “As much as I’d like to forget,” she says coolly. He huffs, press another trail of kisses along her jawline. “Quite scandalous, wasn’t it? After all, you were my boss.”

He pauses and pulls away, glaring. He hates when she points out his rank above her - when she teases him for it. “I was not your boss.”

“You pulled rank on me, Captain,” she says. “I was so impressionable...”

“Stop that,” he whines, tilting his head forward until it gently meets her own.

Kita rolls her eyes. The big softie’s too nice for his own good, sometimes. “I’m teasing,” she says. “I stayed, didn’t I?”

Shinji pulls back again, this time, for a small smile. “Yeah,” he says. “And I’m glad.”

Her Me too. goes unsaid. But as Shinji leans in to kiss her, she thinks he knows what she means.