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isuzu "rin" sohma fruits basket rank: dwarf house: apartment 323

[stallionsoul]

                                                                  ♞ — @rabbitas​▸ ⁽ ˡᶦᵏᵉᵈ ᵃ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳ ᶜᵃˡˡ ⁾

     “At least watch where you’re going if you’re going to make such a big scene, honestly...” you sigh as you appear before the other Sohma. You’re upset that you’ve returned but you’re not going to lose composure (right now, anyway) in front of the other. Besides, you wondered how he was fairing in a place like this. Was he doing alright? Had he seen Haru yet? You knew they were close and you could only imagine the relief Haru felt upon seeing Momiji. 

“If you’re not lost then at least blend in a little. You could transform at any moment with how reckless you are.” 

[stallionsoul]

                                                                   ♞ — @princeyukii​▸ ⁽ ˡᶦᵏᵉᵈ ᵃ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳ ᶜᵃˡˡ ⁾ 

     THIS WASN’T THE RETURN YOU THOUGHT YOU’D MAKE. You remembered being here but when you were back home, you didn’t recall a thing of it. Why? Why were you back? Furthermore...why was he here too? 

You couldn’t stand to see the sight of him--he was everything you couldn’t have, everything you weren’t, and also someone who you would hate to be. Being his favorite...you wouldn’t wish that on anyone, and yet, here he was, soaking up that privilege. 

“So, even the scientists couldn’t resist taking you here too, huh?” comes your harsh tone as you step closer towards him, almost threateningly. “If you’re here...you’d better not have brought him along too.” 

[stallionsoul]

in light of my reapp, here’s a brand new starter call! open to both new and old interactions. she’s gonna be in for a whirl being here again. going to give a soft cap of 5 because i really want new interactions but cast mates can go over this + ppl she’s interacted with before.

thanks for reading! 

[stallionsoul]

hello! i have been consumed with animal crossing and ffxiv brainworms but i am back heh...

[halfaknight]

Another day in the bakery. They’d just pulled out a fresh batch of cookies and somehow the smell wafted into the main seating area. Ashe figured it’d be good for business, but today seemed like it was just going to be a slow day. No issue there, he kinda liked the quiet and especially the view of passerbys outside.

He was covering for Haruka today, a nice girl with a calm but friendly way about her. Really, Ashe couldn’t believe his luck at working with such nice people. His boss was reasonable, he got to make things that he liked, and he rarely left work hungry. It wasn’t home, and there were still…things, that weighed on his mind and conscience, but it was enough. 

The door’s entrance bell rang, and green eyes flick upwards to the first customer in a while.  Long, dark hair, dark eyes, a confident gait–was it her?   Ashe waves, giving the customary “Welcome!” greeting that came with every few customers. 

“Hello there! You um, pardon me but you wouldn’t happen to be Rin, would you?” it’s going to be pretty embarrassing if this was someone else, but Ashe didn’t always exercise perfect impulse control.

“Sorry for being a little forward, but Haruka asked me to give you something. It’s on the house! Is that alright?”

@stallionsoul

[stallionsoul]

     IT WAS A SANCTUARY AWAY FROM THE HUSTLE AND BUSTLE, a place she incorporated into her weekly routine. If she wasn’t at her apartment–and she usually wasn’t–or if she wasn’t shopping, or aimlessly wandering, she was here. Initially, she tried to be discreet and would be in and out, grabbing only what she wanted before disappearing. As time wore on, Rin found herself returning again and again, ordering a drink whenever she stayed, and then went home with pastries to eat in the privacy of her apartment. She even made good rapport with an employee there, going to her specifically to order whatever it was she wanted.

Today was no different except Rin hadn’t expected Haruka to be out. When a young man calls out to her, startling her, Rin nods almost bashfully, feeling the eyes of customers on her for a brief moment. Once it was her turn to order, she looks to him with uncertainty. 

“I couldn’t possibly accept...but, ah, just a drink for now please. I will order my pastries to go for later.” 

Having to adjust to someone new was a bit nerve wracking, realizing that he probably didn’t want to deal with customers more than he absolutely should’ve. Her eyes lower and she gazes to her usual spot in a corner, tucked away where she’s not bothered or could potentially transform. She unconsciously tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, feeling a tightness in her chest form.

“A lemonade would be good, thank you.”

[duoxity]

stallionsoul‌:

                                                                         ♞ — @duoxity​  ▸ ⁽ ˡᶦᵏᵉᵈ ᵃ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳ ᶜᵃˡˡ ⁾

     PICKING UP THE PIECES from the last time they spoke, Rin still desired to keep her distance. She knew she couldn’t avoid him forever, not so long as Yuki was here or anyone else she cared for. They would all encourage her to talk to him again but in truth, she still harbored complicated feelings towards him. After all, she was the one who broke up with him right?

      Who cares if he hated her (she cared), who cares if she was being selfish (he might)–what truly mattered this time around was that she move past that for both their sake. Rin could only imagine how frustrating it must be to deal with her stubbornness and pride.

     So, she opted for them to meet at a gothic boutique she managed to find. She may not outwardly apologize but she’d be damned if she didn’t somehow show it.

      ❝ You made it. Didn’t think you were gonna show. ❞

Few things could breed that same, uneasy sense of dread and anxiety that wells whenever he thinks he’s about to lose her, again. The tension between them, taut like the strings on one of Momiji’s violins wound too tight, Haru hates it. He hates it. He’s tried giving Rin space to breath, as much as he could manage, but it’s not easy when it feels like he’s been intrinsically programmed to care for her, protect her. Keeping his distance had been like pushing a knife through his chest every day, but he’s vowed, for once, to respect her wishes for distance.

He’d messed up before. Being too possessive, too suffocating probably. The last thing he wants it for her to hate him, he loves her, and if he can’t show it in the way he wants ( or, once wanted ) then he’d at least show it to her in the way she wanted or needed now. A lot may have changed between them, but his desire to see Rin happy hasn’t budged. 

Haru arrives at the appointed time and place and keeps himself from holding her, hard as that it. From the get go, her words sting like nobody’s business. Had Rin really thought he’d stand her up?

“Of course I showed.”

“I hate this, Rin.”

[stallionsoul]

     HIS REPLY COMES QUICKLY and seemingly unbothered in a way that gives Rin much comfort. She doubts she could handle black Haru now, or if she would be able to calm him down if he were to get like that- doubts she’s capable of being the person to soothe him since she’s hurt him in the past. She thinks to swiftly dismiss it, to move on and find some things to pick up here but his followup statement catches her off guard, the tone in his voice forcing her to stop.

“This place--?” As soon as she says it, however, she realizes what exactly he meant and her mind races to all sorts of conclusions, arriving at each completely on her own regard. So, did he not want to see her after all? Had she forced him into an uncomfortable situation? Foolishly, she assumed that if she ignored the tension between them, they could return to how they once were- or in the very least, no longer be at an impasse with one another. 

Of course it was bound to be like this, she thought. There was only so much she could get away with, so much she could demand of him.

Hesitantly, she puts down the gothic accessory, hoping to hide her nervousness as she exhales as quietly as she could.

“I meant it when I said I didn’t want to see you--” she states firmly, eyes fixated on the falling snow outside the shop. If she exposed herself now, she would give herself away along with all her intentions. She wasn’t certain she wanted Haru to understand and not because he couldn’t, but because she no longer wanted to burden him with her troubles. “It would’ve been to difficult to have kept our relationship a secret any longer. Eventually, he would’ve...”

She stops herself before it gets worse, before she recalls a memory that’s still too painful, too fresh for her to forget. Shaking her head, she turns to look at him and offers him a curious expression.

“But things are different here. You and I don’t have to worry about him anymore, right? So...I’ll try. I’ll try to make up for what I’ve done to you, Haru.” 

[baddestdangerboy]

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                                                  ♞ — @baddestdangerboy​ ▸ ⁽ ˡᶦᵏᵉᵈ ᵃ ˢᶜ ᶠᵒʳᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵃᵍᵒ ⁾

     THE COLD WEATHER WAS STEADILY ARRIVING, giving the Horse much comfort when picking out her clothes. She liked to pick things that were dark, that were mature, and despite the gnawing sense of disgust and self-loathing, it was the one thing that gave her joy. 

Today, while out and about, she put down her red scarf in a cafe or store somewhere, and realized it as she was heading home. She headed back, trying to retrace her steps until she came across a figure with stark orange hair and an eyepatch holding her scarf. 

Undeterred, she extends her hand, eyes narrowed.

“That scarf is mine. Hand it over.”

He’d been minding his own business when this incredibly fluffy and comfortable, yet stylish scarf had been whipped by the wind as he’d crossed past the cafe and slapped him right in the face. 

Badou raises an eyebrow at her…blutness but you know, whatever. He offers it to her.

“It’s a nice one. Here, it slapped me one as I walked by.”

[stallionsoul]

     SHE HATES HOW CALLOUSED she sounds but refuses to do anything to address it. It keeps her safe by keeping everyone else at a distance, at least, that’s what she believes. She has to- or else it gets complicated and Rin refuses to deal with something like that right now. She walks right up to him and takes the scarf, wrapping it up around her neck.

“Thanks.” It sounds awkward- not forced but uncertain, as she says it. “...the wind chill is bitter today. You should go and get one for yourself so you don’t catch a cold.” 

[stallionsoul]

                                                                         ♞ — @floralprinced​ ⁽ˢᶦᵍⁿᵃˡ ᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗ⁾ THE CITY LOOKED LIKE A NIGHTMARE, one that didn’t make any sense to her in any way. It was dark, it was barely visible, like a foggy sea. Rin shakily found herself leaning against a wall, fear seizing her. It wasn’t like this earlier today- everything had been fine. She could hear people screaming but could barely see what was happening beyond all the wreckage laid before her. What was happening? Why was this happening? 

She decides to run even if she’s not sure where she’s going- it’s all she knows to keep herself safe. It’s all she can do in times of grave peril. Eventually however, her legs give out, a dizzy spell trapping her, and she stumbles forward, scraping her knees as she struggles to get herself up.

“S-someone...please...”

[stallionsoul]

signal event! (sorry for the delay)

so i was debating if whether or not rin would see anything in her nightmare hallucination of spirale but i think i will go through with it because why not? just when she thinks she’s safe, there’s something new to tack onto her anxiety and PTSD. some notes about her hallucination:

it’s mostly dark everywhere- even during the day, it’s pretty much hazy like a dark, stormy day (without the rain) and vision for her is minimal. again, even if it’s daylight, it’s as though it’s a dark stormy night.

i don’t really have any plans for her to fight any monsters, given she’s in no state to fight per se, but we can work that out if it’s necessary for the plot!

that’s all i got! i’ll be capping at 2, and i’ll get to writing your starter ASAP! 

[fruitsbasketcase]

"I wish I could have been born as Haru's heart."

- Isuzu (rin) Sohma

[flowerrsoffreedom]

A bond may seem like a beautiful thing from the outside…but if those involved see it as a burden, it’s nothing but a shackle.

[rinxsohma-blog]

‘You.. Aren’t wanted.’

We don’t want you.

[hong5mu]

hatori’s eye, that was unfortunate 

[vraehangallery]

(September 2019)

[omnipotentdarkness-deactivated2]

[akkito]

[fuckyeahfurubacaps]