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MOD. 21+. she/her pronouns. name given only to known associates. preferred to be called Rin. dni if you are under 18, preferably 21+. sideblogs: sasukeismss. main projects: [to be added].

INTRO. a canon complaint rp/ask blog devoted to Rin Nohara. this ver of Rin follows her original arc. my ver heavily focuses on her death and the events that unfolded leading to and the aftermath of her death to give meaning to her present. there will be references to the past involving team Minato, one shot standalone posts and journal entries. my ver of Rin is quiet, thoughtful, subdued, and has moments of intense rage, repressed depressive manic episodes, and mentions of mental illness. I originally intended this blog to dissect her relationship with Obito exclusively, and use it to breakdown a fic I'm co-writing with @obitoanon! I'm feeling more surer of my grip on Rin and filling in gaps [in her personality and past] so I'm opening this blog to RP!! please be advised of sensitive posts moving forward. blog will contain: [rping, meta, aes, gif, fanart/art, fic references and fic posts] roleplays will include: [humor, angst, fluff, romance, and/or smut] reblog heavy. dni if you don't enjoy Rin or Obirin. pro-Uchiha. I will reply as first person Rin or mod. posts will be tagged accordingly. highly selective but open to discussing rps. asks are welcome! DMs are open.

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haydenstyyles

So this was the place right.. it looked like it was. They'd already gotten lost only a dozen times. He passed 6 tattoo and piercing studios in the last 15 minutes of walking!

"This one has an AC score!" He glibly joked to Scott, his manager, who had the same boring placid expression on his face. He looked around it was barely filled. "Always know a good tattoo dive by it's customers I always say.." He smiled cutely. A lady covered in piercings hurried to them chuckling nervously, speaking in a rush. They were late but would they still service them? Of course. He was famous. Still he was almost always on time for everything, and he expected to keep to a schedule. If there was one professional rule he consistently adhered to it was this, maintaining timeliness. His entire career hinged on him keeping to a strict schedule. He hated inconveniencing anyone with wasted time. His babysitter Scott apologized a ridiculous amount of times and offered to pay a generous fee for tip. Money does get everything you need!

He stood by the receptionist desk, drumming the glass with his fingers and humming in rhythm. He was traveling and inspiration struck! Tattoo! He had a tradition of getting inked in every new land he visited

"Problem was I'm not always inspired.. hits at the oddest moments," He announced to no one in particular. Scott wasn't listening he was busy flirting with the pierced chick.

Hayden moved around, tapping random objects, murmuring to himself, as he did.

"So many times I'm alone when I'm not alone.. I could be surrounded.. and still-"

His amused green eyes were swept up by fate, struck by lightning, and he knew a full body chill.

His stare was met by the most.. radiant.. dashing.. mesmerizing coal black eyes that he was witness to, framed by long thin strokes of inky lashes drawn by God's hand.

Hayden was starstruck. Something that never happened to him. The man standing before him was breathtakingly gorgeous, absolutely shockingly so, he had been all over the world, he'd seen the most handsome people, rubbed elbows with royalty. Parlayed with the filthy rich. He thought he was the apex of good looking.

What a right specimen..

@shisuiuchiha