moved to @firstperished !

penned by max.

[venomspewed-a]

okay guys, time to say toodles to this mess of a blog. everything recently posted from the queue, and on-going threads, will be moved to the new blog and i’ll carry some drafts with me as well. thanks for these wonderful months and let’s meet again at @firstperished /

[cinderspewed]

“i can’t think straight with you.” / ( OOPS. sorry not sorry <3 )

                             Maybe because you aren’t? Or, perhaps that would trigger a tantrum or maybe awaken RAGE-… It’s not that he intends to expose anything, but he’s got no incentive to let things escalate. Rather, he simply rolls his eyes and turns his back to fellow being. Despite his coverage, a SMIRK motions onto lips, revealing satisfaction towards current speech. He likes to EMBED himself into another’s entirety, even if the thought is only temporary. He likes the PAIN that comes with his presence, the way his words or evil actions can activate something unsettling-… In this case, he’s embedded himself into the other’s brain, forcing thoughts to transpire and UNWANTED emotions to arrive-… He’s so capable of having CONTROL and it further appeals to his ego to have control over this particular person.                           His devils are DANCING; drool practically descends-… He tries to wipe away the remnants of excitement, but such is constantly exuded. When he looks back at the other, the BRILLIANCE in his blues is the only thing that really reveals elation. The rest of his motions seem muted, or rather…suppressed of any kind of sentiment. He wants to see HOW MUCH he can get away with before this being completely breaks. What exactly might that mean? What could come from his taunting and torment? He won’t know…until he’s PERSISTENT. 

                                     ❝ Then it appears I’ve already WON, because you have YET to get UNDER MY SKIN, Sasori-kun. ❞

[venomspewed-a]

// @venomspewed​ liked for a starter [x]

        Kakashi had held the mission objective between his fingers, twisting and placing it down to only pick it back up again. Somehow instead of returning with the rest of his assigned squad he’d wandered into a small stand, ordering broiled saury was probably not the best, the mission was finished now so time was not of the essence. Spindling his fingers over the outsides of his cup, he took little interest in the cloaked figure passing by, but instead he sipped.

                Oto-san. I wish I could’ve seen more of your Legendary White Fang days.. 

the life of a wandering shinobi without a place to call home was a difficult one. a lack of a home, or a job, meant a great loss of income and the ability to properly care for oneself. as much as he hated to admit it, it was the scenario sasori akasuna found himself in as he makes his way through the local, albeit lowly village several thousand miles away from sunagakure. this lack of income was beginning to wear him down. when was the last time he’d ate?

he’s dressed in the standard sungakure attire—headband tucked away into his pack—plus several large scrolls containing his puppets on his back. the pouches on his hip contains smaller scrolls, poison-laced senbon, scrolls for healing techniques he’s yet to have mastered... among other items. as he is passing a broiled saury stall... his sharp brown eyes catch a glimpse of silver-white hair.

shock slams through the shinobi. the white fang of konohagakure?! hadn’t he took the COWARDS WAY OUT and KILLED HIMSELF after taking the lives of his mother and father...? and if this man WAS the white fang then... sasori is rooted in place, unable to tear his gaze from this man....

                                  ❝ are you... the white fang of konohagakure...? ❞

[venomspewed-a]

why the fuck did a personal just reblog one of my responses to a thread with @paperwinged?? excuse you, that’s rude as hell.

[umbrallect-m-blog]

since these tend to get around faster —- like / reblog if you’re interested in interacting with a canon divergent / hc based nara shikamaru from naruto ! independent, private, && highly selective. 20+ themes. sideblog to VENOMSPEWED ! written by max. est. 06. 21. 18. 

[tinnim2]

[venomspewed-a]

@cinderspewed

[venomspewed-a]

cinderspewed

-kisses this answer tbh-

oml why tho.... ;u;

[venomspewed-a]

what are some AU's you've always wanted to explore? c:

hmmm... i’ve always had a soft spot for college aus and things of the sort.maybe a percy jackson or harry potter or shadowhunters au  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i’m a lil nerd what can i say?au’s involving mythical creature transformations... the ever-popular body swap au,  and maybe an au where dei and saso don’t join akatsuki and they meet ( somehow ) and actually become friends—or something of the like— babysitter au's are always nice—honestly any au that’s out there i’ll write it. especially if it’s w/ u verona.  ♥

[venomspewed-a]

                               ❝ say… kakuzu? where… do you suppose we’ll all end up once akatsuki falls? ❞

the voice is low, soft, and utterly unexpected. no one ever expected to hear akatsuki’s most anti-social member speak… until he actually uttered something. the redhead has come to a halt at kakuzu’s elbow—gaze turned upward to the miser.

@akatzombie ♥’d for a starter /

[umbrallect-m-blog]

since these tend to get around faster —- like / reblog if you’re interested in interacting with a canon divergent / hc based nara shikamaru from naruto ! independent, private, && highly selective. 20+ themes. sideblog to VENOMSPEWED ! written by max. est. 06. 21. 18. 

[gis-ka]

Why become a criminal and disappoint your grandma when you could have been an awful babysitter

[eviefyres]

PRE - ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME .

send a ♡ and i’ll fill this out for our muses !  i’ll bold what i want for their relationship, italic what i could see and strike out what i don’t .

FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance  pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other .

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other .

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other .

ENEMIES.   dangerous to themselves  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  passionate  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into a sexual tension  /  developing into a romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based of misunderstandings or lies  /  other .

[venomspewed-a]

DEATH IS NOT AN EVENT IN LIFE. WE DO NOT LIVE TO EXPERIENCE DEATH. IF WE TAKE ETERNITY TO MEAN NOT TEMPORAL DURATION BUT TIMELESSNESS, THEN ETERNAL LIFE BELONGS TO THOSE WHO LIVE IN THE PRESENT.

     canon  divergent  sasori of the red sand. heavily based on headcanons.                 written / loved by  max.

[venomspewed-a]

"It seems someone thought it funny to leave one of your senbon as a trap for me in my office drawer." Kakuzu cradled his hand, an obviously displeased look on his face. "I may be in need of your antivenom."

there it is. a genuine, amused smile painting sasori’s face as he looks at the miser over his workbench. the expression brings a sense of LIFE back into him, despite everything. someone had left one of his old senbon in kakuzu’s desk, huh? his first thought goes to deidara... and then to hidan. perhaps he would have to question both of them later.

saying nothing, sasori gestures for kakuzu to come in. part of him wishes to neglect giving the other the antivenom... just to run some tests and see how it would effect someone like the man before him. curiosity eats sasori up inside.

                                   ❝ hmph. i suppose i could administer the antivenom... in exchange for a few hours of your time while i take notes on how the poison works on someone like you. ❞

@akatzombie /

[venomspewed-a]

                               How long has it been since they’ve BROKEN the silence? Since they’ve allowed themselves to linger in pleasant sound… Despite the somber sentiment that comes with his question, it’s a lot better than the USUAL ARGUMENT over art ( despite his persistence in promoting his passion ). He stops kneading the clay within his hands and turns his attention to the other. At first, he extends a confused expression; was he really not aware of how he came to join this shit-storm of a team? But then again, most around him probably did him a KINDNESS and kept that moment quiet… It was an ATTACK against his EGO, but it also served as motivation to become better and to make every member mourn for MOCKING him. He casually crushes earth, letting the quiet consume them once more… One would think he was going to simply ignore the inquiry, but he can’t… Regardless of what the other has to say, he will EXPOSE himself.  

                                      ❝ I didn’t JOIN, yeah. They FORCED me. Only reason I’m still here, only reason I went so easily… Is because I wanna BLOW UP that fucking Uchiha… ❞

                             He leaves out the dirty details for a reason. He knows the other already underestimates him, but could he even survive a SECOND under that morbid man’s illusion? The CROW made death seem less delightful. He would rather meet the hands of an IDEAL reaper, rather than the one who tried to snuff him out in the shadows. That alone awakens ANIMOSITY, but he knows better than to act on rage when trying to appear more palatable. So instead, he continues speaking… But if one were to really hear him, they swear they can feel the VENOM dripping along every letter. 

                                      ❝ But I was just as BAD before I got here, yeah. The reason for that? Ha… Man, all I care about is ART. I got nothin’ to lose… LIVE FAST, DIE YOUNG. Was never given a reason NOT to follow the wisdom of those words. Say what you want, my man… People have more of a reason to FEAR a someone who’s STOPPED CARING. ❞

truth be told, sasori hadn’t expected such a tirade to come spewing from his partner’s mouth. thirty seconds in and deidara was sapping the puppet master of any desire he’d scrounged together, to continue living. live fast, die young. what a stupid ideology. if you simply blew through life with the speed of a thousand suns... you would miss out on many important details, or chances. now sasori recalls why he rarely engages deidara in a genuine conversation: it exhausts him more than his own miserable existence does in a single day.

nevertheless the expression on his eternally youthful face never shifts or twitches as the blond continue his rambling declaration of war on uchiha itachi. when this brat faded from the world of the living... the only few people who would mourn him were konan and pein ( out of loyalty to their titles as self-proclaimed LEADERS ). no other members of this god forsaken group would mourn the loss of a single egotistical child.

                                                                        ( sasori opts to keep this knowledge to himself, however ).

                                     ❝ your only motivation to excel in this organization is just so you may take yourself and uchiha itachi out in a blaze of glory? ❞

this is all he says after several extended moments of silence. sasori is facing deidara completely by this point, head up, brown eyes staring into bright forget-me-not azure ones.

                                    ❝ hmph. i suppose for someone like you that is an acceptable reason... ❞

[venomspewed-a]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤNo further explanation was needed once Itachi got his response, that just confirming any suspicion he might have had since that moment. The direct confirmation didn’t exactly soften the blow-up, in fact, only made it even more terrifying. Sasori was a puppet. He wasn’t alive, but couldn’t be considered dead either, and it was not… In the way one would think about it, but something completely different. He breathed out trying not to drown in the greats amounts of question popping inside his head, in any way he would want to cause anger in someone as strong as Sasori, the man that couldn’t die for they were already… Itachi kept staring at the candy in his hands, finally taking a bite and enjoying the sweet flavor take over his mouth, and once he swallowed it, he decided… To test waters. “— Then… How does it feel? Or rather, is there any room for… Feelings?” That could be either a metaphorical question or not. Sasori could decide which he would want to answer, and that if he did in the first place.

humanity notwithstanding ( the same went for all of the other akatsuki members ), sasori finds itachi’s next question an interesting one. lifeless brown optics fix on the uchiha as he turns deftly to the side—completely facing the konoha-crow now. pale moonlight filters in through the macabre windows placed around their newest base of operations; the soft lighting bleaches vibrant crimson locks to a silvery copy of the colors predecessor. the puppet master takes a moment or two to contemplate the question. his head tilts to the left, joints creaking faintly with the motion.

                                     ❝ i didn’t become a puppet to cast away the binding desires and emotions that accompany being human. i became a work of art merely to spite those peasants living in my former-home.❞

for a moment, sasori is given a flash of a memory: he had just completed his very first successful human puppet—via the cadaver of a fellow shinobi he had once called friend—and he had shown it to his beloved granny chiyo... only to have his hard work thrown back in his face. the old witch had called his puppet a vile mess, something inhumane. how could you do this to a fellow shinobi—? your parents would be ashamed— never let me see this atrocity ever again, sasori.

just like that. the seeds of hatred, resentment, and spite were planted. they would blossom into something extravagant; into something the shinobi world has never seen. from then on, sasori had cut ties with sungakure no sato... for better or worse.

back in the present, he gives itachi the barest hint of a soft smile. it’s a smile that doesn’t meet his soulless gaze.

                                    ❝ there is plenty of room for emotions. i have long-since eradicated them, however. with good reason. ❞

[onlyrpmemes]

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