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[puchart]

Okay, so, the thing is - my beloved blog on tumblr ( @lordkuronekosama ) rebloged my Hidan drawing in a strawberry dress. It made me scream a little but I made it years ago and I’ve improved a lot. So, because of it, rn I’m drawing Sasori in Vivienne Westwood style dress. Rn it’s a WIP, but I wanted to tease you guys a little, especially that this tumblr is sort of my trash can for art. I’ll post the finished piece shortly tho. So, yet again - “I have no shame, I have no dignity”!

[kaqzu]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Naruto Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sandaime Kazekage | Third Kazekage/Sasori Characters: Sasori (Naruto), Sandaime Kazekage | Third Kazekage Additional Tags: Romance, Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Medieval, Demon Summoning, Demon/Human Relationships, Mentions of Myth & Folklore, Canon-Typical Violence Summary:

A medieval mage, Sasori, bored and frustrated with the indoctrinated world, decides to summon the devil himself. After the successful ritual, not everything goes as expected.

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SO, I LIED. Puchacz, you were my giftee all along. I absolutely loved the prompt, but of course, the first thing I did was panic, lmao. How was I supposed to write anything decent without my trusty beta reader and friend? But here I am, with fic hopefully tailored to your liking!

You are one of the reasons why 2020 wasn't that shitty for me (I met you!) and why I'm glad I got back to the fandom and writing. I love you a lot and hope you will have a happy new year!

Thanks a lot to Jomai, Pho, and Kitty for hyping me up and beta-ying the fic!

A little preview under the cut <3

"So it's the immortality that makes you art?" he asked, tilting his head, the corner of his mouth rising, "so it was beauty you were after? Why not call it by its name?"

Sasori's brows furrowed at San's remark, clicking his tongue at the shameful simplification "Does anything besides art matter, in the end?" he moved to install the drain, leading it all the way out of his hideout, "The frailness of the human body is the ultimate obstacle. It limits the progress and suppresses ambitions," San could see Sasori's hands gripping on the parts of the sewer with more strength than necessary, "humanity won't achieve anything worth a dime without time, and I asked for all of it. I can stand the test of time, and so can my creations, free of the fleeting, pointless endeavors which leave naught but emptiness."

The devil nodded in understanding, the smirk still present on his face. What made you hate your own kind so much, Sasori? he thought. "You are really a man ahead of your times, Sasori," San shook his head in recognition, "So, one can say I dotted the i in your beautiful?"

[puchart]

Look at them. There’s no single brain cell behind that mask. Only fluff and violence.

Whole anatomy’s inspired by owl’s. Guess why! I’m still looking for the name and color palette.