#deidart

[redlenai]

Finished a new Smol Commission for Deido!! Are you ready to order in this Demon + Dragon Maid Cafe?

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[redlenai]

Finished a new smol commission! This time for my angery friend Deino~Deido! Don't pinch their cheeks or they'll bite you! Follow Deido: https://www.twitch.tv/deinodeido

Commission me at https://ko-fi.com/redlenai/commissions

[vagusarenis]

deidart

⌠☾⌡ Emerald eyes rose, gazing across the distance before them. It         was a relatively kind day in the Suna. It wasn’t terribly hot,         which was a rare and incredible blessing. Most days the sun         brought a heat so blistering people couldn’t walk outside for         long periods of time. It seemed that today, someone (or          something -- whatever you would like to believe in) had looked         down and decided to give the inhabitants of Sunagakure a         slight break for a change (however this didn’t mean that it         still wasn’t incredibly hot outside).

       Alas, it would appear that a nice day would bring about        problems of its own.

        Cold eyes stared at the other, never turning away. They did         not shine, glimmer, or show an ounce of recognition. They          were cold, emotionless, dead looking. Yet, it was unmistakeable.         This was indeed the man who had attacked the Kazekage in          attempts to steal the Shukaku. A member of the... Akatsuki          was it? 

        “...Leave this place.”

[origxmiqueen-blog]

〔starter for ⊲ Deidara ⊳ 〕

⊰ 秩序 ⊱

   “I owe you for that one.”

[obitoslight-blog]

starter for deidart

“Not again”, Obito muttered. Why did those people always had to make such a fuss about boring things? He couldn’t believe it yet. Some kids were always making a little riot, trying to change things, that were really from no use.

Obito wasn’t even annoyed that they tried to change something. He mostly was annoyed that he was the one being forced to handle them. And here he was again. At the art museum, watching how some young adult was destroying the place. He knew the guy. Blond hair, blue eyes, with a loud voice. “Oi, shut it already”, Obito called out, walking quickly over, to make him stop, before more people would join him.