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[sakura-rpblog]

@theeverlastingartist sent from Question Prompts:

“ is… that my shirt you’re wearing? ”  

Another all-nighter pulled and Sakura feels her head is about to burst any minute. Caffeine consumed to copious amounts since the project started, roughly some months ago. And in between power naps and cups of coffee, Sakura has to deal with all these randomness coming through Sasori’s mouth.

She has no time to goof around.

“ Yes, it is grandma. If your definition of your shirt is this dress I am wearing, then, by all means, “ not bothering to raise her head and meet his gaze, Sakura keeps her attention locked to the paper she has to submit that day. She is certain he wears the same bored expression anyway, “ Why did you ask? Do you want it ( back )? “

[hana-akari]

@theeverlastingartist​ replied: “If we fist fight, I don’t doubt you’ll lay me… flat.”

“Are you making fun of my chest too, puppet boy? You know I chose to not punch the daylights out of you.”

[shikkotsunin]

@theeverlastingartist​ -- ;

“Sasori? Sasori!”

The village had devolved into pure chaos barely moments after Gaara had completely lost himself just minutes into his battle with Sasuke, the enormity of the Ichibi towering above the coliseum in all its sandy might. With most everyone but a handful of Jounin and genin--including herself--able to break the high-grade genjutsu, Kakashi had sent Shikamaru and Naruto after Gaara as the former was a newly minted Chuunin. Kakashi had ordered her to stay behind, his lack of faith in her stinging, but--she couldn’t. She couldn’t just sit and wait for something!

Sakura ran as fast as her legs could carry her, burning from the exertion by the time she caught a glimpse of Sasori by a man the girl distantly recalled as being called Baki-sensei, likely the jounin-sensei of whom she assumed were the Sand Siblings. Just as the man leapt from sight, Sakura nearly barreled into the puppeteer and took him by the shoulder.

“Hey, are you okay? We need to get out of here! There’s a bijuu on the rampage!”

[bloomingtalent]

Hinata felt a sense of relief at finally being finished from being checked up. How long had she been sitting on this bed now? She honestly began loosing track of time but she was finally free to go - at least she thought she would. But apparently there was something else left her brow raised at Sasori's rather suggestive joke. "Please, you had your hands on me ever since I got here and if you wanted to do something, you would've, wouldn't you? I mean you did get my permission - even indirectly." She didn't know why she answered like this but perhaps she was testing him - to see if he was worthy of her time.

But then, she saw him lean forward, towards her and the smirk was both annoying and slightly confusing. "Please tell me what is going on in that head of yours. You know, the patient has every right to know what's going on," she demanded before brows furrowed. "Unless you want to feel if you've overstepped your boundaries." But it seemed like he hadn't and perhaps wouldn't any time soon. It depended all on him and frankly, Hinata was curious now.

[sharkfinx]

⥂ @theeverlastingartist​  (cont’d from x ) 

◆          Kisame towered over him; as well could see better the so called piece of arts. Obviously his compliment wasn't  taken too well by the red haired; which made him giggle. Everyone had their peculiarities in that organization, though Sasori's puppetry always bought more attention than others. That technique was just so far from his own fighting style. 

"It's your weapon after all, ne. I can relate to wanting to it look impeccable. I always make sure Samehada is well clean after any fight.. though. I wonder, between my sword and your puppets. What would be better to die for! I like to play around until my prey are out of energy. How about you? Is Sasori senpai more an slow killer or an merciful one?”

[cunningpeach]

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Bright yellow eyes peered through the window, watching the man as he worked inside.  What a strange person, certainly not a native of Kiri with an appearance like that.  His presence hadn’t gone unnoticed for too long, even in the confusion of the war’s aftermath and great struggles felt by many.  Who was the man?  Clearly not a novice at his craft, yet not appearing in any intelligence documentation Kiri had.  How suspicious.  

After a small observational moment, the blond woman walked into the sop, taking her tie as she looked around.Being that she was still in her home village, there was no need to hide her status as a kunoichi a refreshing change from her usual intelligence fathering missions.  Kiri’s intelligence division couldn’t have some unknown running around, even if he’d yet to make trouble.  “Oh!”  She leaned down, examining what appeared to be some of his stock, yet knew better than to touch it.  Impressive.  If he wasn’t foreign she might find his talent appealing. 

[unwiltingblossom]

theeverlastingartist

I feel like the majority of fandoms have that toxic side. Some are just worst than others.

First: !!!! Sasori blog hello~!

Second: I agree. Basically all fandoms have their toxic side, it’s just a question of the ratio of toxic to nontoxic, and how toxic the ship wars are.

I get a real ‘harry potter ronmione shippers’ vibe from the korrasami anti-makorra shippers, though, what with dropping in to insult a noncanon ship for no reason just because theirs is canon. So I put the ship wars in LoK as ‘pretty toxic’

[dobujutsu]

@theeverlastingartist​ | x

Tazz giggled as she leaned against Sasori, her cheeks flushed pink from the alcohol coursing through her. She had a high tolerance, but she certainly surpassed it long ago. She draped an arm over her current companion’s shoulders as she leaned a bit closer, “I won’t, I won’t~! I promise~” She lightly prodded his cheek with a finger, her face near his as she hummed, “You don’t have to be a stick in the mud.”

She pulled her hand away from him and rested her head against her shoulder as it grew too heavy to keep up, her gaze locked on his profile as a lazy smile stretched across her lips. After a moment of silence and examining his face against the dim light, she spoke up again, “You know, you’re pretty cute.”