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I’VE BEEN GONE FOR MONTHS & THERE ARE SO MANY NEW FOLLOWERS WHAT THE HECK..
“Rin was.. Rin was the only light in my life” for: anon.
無題 | ソラ [pixiv]
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u got gud im so proud
im gg now
I fucking hate you
:)
... the one she loved most.
のはらリン • Nohara Rin
wow, i never thought something like this would happen? i never thought makoto would end up meaning so much to me when i first made her over three years ago ( on a whim mind you ). i knew jack shit about rping and only saw a tid bit of it on my personal from time to time but hot damn i wanted in on this shit! i was really confused as to who i’d pick, i had a long ass list of characters, and honestly… i wasn’t as into makoto as i am now. i just kinda went…meh fuck it imma go with her. one craptastic url later and god awful icons/gif images later… i made my first rp blog.
it’s been a wild ass fucking ride. i met a lot of people all over the world, some good, others fantastic. i’m just still in awe over how much work and effort i’ve put into makoto, even with all of the blog remakes and hiatuses, so many of you have stuck around and come back to annoy me and i annoy you. it’s an endless viscous cycle i tell ya.
lots of sentimental messages. lots of i heart you guys. you guys not reading this and going to find your urls at the bottom of the list. followed by me continuing to talk about how cool you all are and how much i love makoto.
the assholes:
@tuxedomxsk / @grieverchain / @mithraiic | @ainxhoshi / @alabasti / @evxnstar / @luffyisms | @mikoffire | @gleameyed | @iicemade / @keeneyed | @mizunojo / @marteauu | @mcsmirky / @kurobito
pretty cool peeps in my book:
@echostared | @regaliis | @kazenoheishi | @aeternuslunae | @nefukichi | @bellatoramoriis | @galaxychord | @stubbornasstantei | @xhaeres | @auroraldream | @bangvn | @autocratie | @cleverindeed | @theficklewind | @arcanaaa | @velloa | @eyesofwater | @elusivos | @cerehana | @vrheilen | @sangxfroid | @fierytutu | @regiuscorona | @featherdicks | @forwithdeath | @jclectic | @babeato | @redhalf | @hikaarin | @noctobo | @seagraced | @winkchain | @xaedificare | @ofthedeserts | @brideofsparda | @parasoso | @screamedeath | @astreiia | @taceat-in-ruinam | @ofwiiind |
stares at her like it's his first time seeing her ♥
RIN CATCHES THE stare only in passing, a glance from the corner of her eye, and it’s enough to have her heart skip a beat. a smile teases her lips and her gaze drops to the table. her hands let go of the clothes she’d been folding, half-sorted into small piles or pushed aside haphazardly. how domesticated it is- the two standing in a small kitchen hardly big enough to accommodate more than one, anticipating homely returns with end of days spent together, all in a way they never dreamed of.
MOVING FROM HER side of the table to where kakashi stands, her arms wrap around his waist. she pulls him close, neck craned to beam at him with the most loving stare. she laughs a little as she finds herself entranced by that look in his eyes.
❝ hi stranger. ❞
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finally meets Rin again after that day she saved the toddler. But now they're like 14 "Hey! Do you remember me??? "
SHE SMILES FAINTLY, the memory fresh in her mind. they’ve grown, but familiarity remains. ❝ of course i do. how could i forget? ❞
Only real jinchuurikis are allowed around here :///
wow
keeneyed.
A NERVOUS JOLT strikes the pit of his stomach, yet he still ignores it. his eye roams back and forth across the engraving on the stone, almost idly glossing over – that is, until the words start to echo in his head. such a soft whisper, clear as day yet farther away than the expanse of the widest ocean. sharply, his lifts, gaze focusing upon the horizon out of a lingering fear of seeing something he didn’t want to. paranoia as some would call it, one in the most ironic sorts.
YET HE IS startled back to reality: that voice is very real, and he turns slowly to see the body it belonged to very real as well. the sight of her standing there is enough of a shock to leave him paralyzed. the pounding of his heart is just as painful as it was on that day. is this someone’s cruel idea of a joke?
❝ WH-WHAT THE…! how – !? what the hell’s going on!? WHO ARE YOU!? ❞
THAT LOOK IN his eye, it leaves her frozen. it’s like he doesn’t recognize her, yet knows her all too well. constantly conflicting, every truth bears a hidden secret. there are no absolutes anymore; they’ve been reduced to tragic oxymorons. what they knew isn’t the same -- even looking at kakashi now, he is the one that swore to protect her, refused to hurt her. he was kind, cared for his team in his own way. but standing before her, rin could see that shinobi was buried deep, suffocated by something different. a self-loathing so strong she could feel it even with the distance between them. he is him, but he is not; in the same regard, she hardly recognizes him.
❝ ah -- ❞
HE DID’T KNOW. stuck in his own decaying world, he hadn’t heard. her gaze drops, fixating on the grass at his feet almost mesmerized by the blades’ movements caused by the increasing wind. fingers twist and fidget behind her back, a chill running down her spine. she swallows hard, ignoring the knot forming in her throat. his ignorance sheds light on passing whispers, rumours of a heinous act where she lies the victim. ‘ they ’ say he’s grown cold and callous, heart turned to stone. guilty and naiveté leave her believing otherwise -- they don’t know, but neither does he. with her voice as delicate as a feather dancing across skin, she speaks:
❝ it’s me. i’m... it’s me. ❞