F r o z e n (Hiatus)

It's been a few days that I was thinking of going back to this fandom. The reason which made me leave the fandom in the first place, was personal, it was how I felt about the people who were part of this fandom, and and few issues. Some of my most important friends had gone, and that made me lose the will to continue. But recently I came to feel like doing roleplay of toshiro again, and then started to find out how things were here since the day I left. And I’m happy for doing so. For two reasons.

This fandom is toxic. 

And what do I mean by that?  Everybody's pass all day looking for something to say about the other, to discourage, humiliate, and make the people who have the same muse they roleplay, to leave the fandom. One thing, THERE'S NO WAY TO ONLY ONE PERSON HAVE THE SAME MUSE. Everyone is looking at every least detail, looking for something similar with they blog, to accuse someone of being imitating them, or stealing they stuff. But I remembered because I left the fandom, and in the way I didn’t want, witnessing. An acquaintance of mine, make a blog just a few days ago, and is already suffering hate, accusations, and everything else. What the hell is wrong with this fandom??? I'm really tired of trying to understand. Sometimes  I just wanted to remake this fandom with different people, because I like the anime/manga, but I can't stay in the fandom. NOT LIKE THIS.

And from what it looks like, that is never going to change. So I'm considering deleting this blog at once, because, I will never come back. (it’ll never change) If you've never done anything like this, please disregard what I wrote. 

Yumichika couldn’t help but to smile at his denial that he hates it, especially with a touch so gentle on his skin. “Come now Taichou… It’s just us two, you don’t have to be so cruel about a small affection.” He slightly whispered into the others ear, and held him tighter.

@thedarkhairedkurosaki:

Karin frowned when the boy refused her cookie. How could anyone EVER refuse a cookie? Unless of corse, they were sick. Maybe he was! She read his name in his name tag. “Toshiro..” she drawled. “That is a cute name. It matches your hair” she grinned. “Hi, I’m Karin” she grinned. “Now, why won’t you accept my cookie?” she asked. If he was sick, it was her duty to help him. Isshin taught her to be so.

【十】—; Is was the first time someone said his name was cute. Unlike most people, he had not considered the word used to describe his name as a compliment. At least it had been unnecessary and not suitable, not for him. She somehow seemed offended that he had refused the biscuit, maybe she was some kind of cookie’s fan, or just weird.  Turquoise orbs glanced to the grin on the girl's face, when his lips parted, letting out a few words. 

“But… it’s not your name.”

storm-flake replied to your post:

Aw, i love you but i’ll love more when you finish it and show me qq

storm-flake replied to your post:

//Aw, it’s bianca fault!!! she is talking about a ship between toshiro and neko, omg, it should be so funny kkk

I’ll work on it tomorrow…at a slow pace cause I’m a lazy ass. It would be funny considering that Toshiro only knows her as a cat & Neko doesn’t really like him.

thedarkhairedkurosaki:

She had to tell him that. The guy in the store just wouldn’t stop looking at her with his exquisite yet very judgy turquoise eyes. She got frustrated. “I know it’s the fourth time this week, but I have a lot of crap to deal with” she sighed. “I’m sorry for lashing out in you like that” she said and opened a tin of chocolate chip cookies that she had just purchased. “Cookie?” she offered with a smile.

        【十】—; Work as a clerk in a sweet shop wasn't something that a person with the same personality as him would find enjoyable. Several hours a day watching teenagers buying sweets and talking nonsense about various silly subjects was somewhat, unpleasant. But among all those young women, there was one that stood out from all the others. Although toshiro not pay attention, he was sure she had seen there at least three times that week. Maybe she simply liked sweets.

                             Turquoise orbs stared for a few seconds at the dark-haired girl when she stopped at the counter to pay for her purchase. Despite the noise produced by the girls in that small space, the day was calm, and it was almost lunchtime. His eyes strayed from her and focused on the box of cookies that she brought with her. The white-haired boy took the box of cookies and put it in a bag after her payment and handed it to her.

  “I know it’s the fourth time this week, but I have a lot of crap to deal with”

                       His turquoise eyes stared back to her, narrowed in confusion. Why she was explaining something to him? No, seemed more like she was defending herself. It wasn't like he had asked her, accused her or anything. Such a pain. 

                       His lips parted, ready to say something about it when she opened the box of cookies and offered one to him, with a smile.

                                               ❝       No, thank you.❞