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Indie and hc-based Deidara rp blog from the Naruto Shippuden manga Mutuals only · Sporadic activity · oc-friendly! interpreted by Chesh ( she/her, 24 years old ) ( rules / about / verses / tags ) · Rules for mobiles users under the cut
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This wasn’t typically her type of scene. But she liked the band playing and her friend Ino had begged her to come along and Sakura gave in. Just annoyingly Ino ran off to chase some random men leaving her on her own. Not that she couldn’t handle herself. At a glance one could tell she could knock a grown man on his ass. Plus, most of the locals already knew who she was from her boxing matches.
Her outfit for the night was both subtle yet revealing. Tight shirt, tight ripped pants, with combat boots. She didn’t have the biggest chest so she could go without a bra. Her nipple piercings were easily seen through her shirt, there was a slight glitter on her stomach where her shirt exposed her showing a pink belly piercing. She worked hard for the body she has so she liked showing it off. She didn’t really stand out amongst the much more scantily clad women around. She got a few looks here and there but no one really had the balls to approach her until now.
Sakura was texting friends when a voice pulled her away from her phone. The pink haired woman turned to look at Deidara, raising a brow. She shamelessly looked him up and then down before deciding on her answer. He was almost a head taller than her, pretty, and looked like he worked out. Sakura clicked her tongue piercing before a smirk graced her pink lips, “Sure, but you have to buy me a drink for letting you cut.” Fair trade. She was testing if he would kick up a fuss about it. If he proved himself annoying, she was going to toss him out of the line. Sakura didn’t have time for annoying men, she was looking to at least get a bit tipsy and have a good time. Just having nice looks alone wasn’t enough for her to keep you around. She did like his ballsiness to pick her to ask over any of the girls that might swoon over a pretty man asking to stand with them.
Inwardly, he rolled his eyes, though none of the disappointment oozed through to his expression. Too predictable. Beautiful girls were petted in a way he didn’t always like to deal with. Many times, Deidara refused to pay for a drink, when the chick assumed it was a given to be supplied with alcohol in exchange for her attention. In this case, he planned on paying anyway, though she beat him to his courtesy. Deidara threw her a knowing glance. “Sure. You scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours.“ Being spoiled could taint a breathing piece of art. He liked both physical and mind to be beautiful, even if his interest only lasted one night, a couple of days maximum. “I’m Deidara.“ He pointed at himself briefly.
Paradoxically, Deidara may have blended in perfectly with the crowd had it not been for his masculine cranofacial structure. The artist rarely ever dressed for any occasion. The fishnet underneath his sleeveless croptop and loose pants were a casual outfit he wore to lectures. Spalling black nail polish, eyeliner and studs were not taken off for days. It was a bad habit. Several small drawings in blue ink ornamented his tan skin as well, arbitrarily dispersed as though they did not belong. Most of them were products of impulse and offhanded inspiration when intoxication met a buddy who privately owned a tattoo machine.
Now, in closer poximity as he allowed his gaze to wander, evaluating as she had done, he noticed smaller details, such as the metal pushing through her shirt. “Nice piercings,“ he notes matter-of-factly. “And nice tats. Is there a story behind them?“
❤️ for a starter by yours truly [ I will most likely IM you with 2-3 rough plot ideas set in one of your or my verses ]
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@hana-akari • [ plotted starter: Modern AU ]
Thundering bass and stiflingy thick air mists the sweaty drunk skipping on the floor like bouncing balls. Deidara elbows his way through the dancing mass heading to the improvised bar that is crowned by a line of customers. Since he lost sight of his initial entourage, the four druggies who were too out of it to hold an enjoyable conversation, the artist grabbed chance by the collar and sought more pleasant company. An intoxicated afternoon rave is not the worst place to pick out a blithely pick-up. Or being a pick-up. Shielding his vision from the blazing sun, he scans the queue.
A head of hair, the striking color of cherry blossoms lures him in. However, what truly catches cyan eye are buff biceps, defined back muscles outlining the fabric of her shirt and hints of tatooed skin peeking out from underneath. She stands out like a sequoia from the woods and Deidara is drawn to the the bold and unapologetic. Without hesitation, he joins her where she stands, curious to taste her energy. “Hey.” Deidara keeps it lowkey but genuine with not more than a shadow of a smirk on his lips. Even if he won’t have her, clothes off and on all fours, by tonight, he’s eager for that high of creating a fleeting connection, a transient tie. “Do you mind if I piggy-back on your post in the line? You’re further ahead and I really need something to drink.“
@scurriilous asked: “i suck at apologies, so unfuck you, or whatever.” [ couldn’t help myself. also HI ]
A dirty grin is plastered on the terrorist’s face, though it disappears underneath the collar of his cloak. “I’ve been called worse by better.”
Black nailpolish hides the dirt under the Deidara’s nails, accumulated from digging up soil with his proper hands. The crimson clouds are stained from the dust that the earth jutsu dispersed as he launched repeated impact of chakra to loosen an raise the ground- careful not to crush what he was looking for. Eventually, he did find the severed head. “But it’s cute to watch you try. Now, where’s your body?“
rivals/enemies to lovers prompts
these are a mixture of quotes from people and various forms of media. feel free to change the pronouns or anything else. requested by anon.
“most of all, i hate you because i think of you. often. it’s disgusting, and i can’t stop.”
“i was raised in hatred, [name]. i could never be your lover, only your killer.”
“i still love you so much that i hate you for it.”
“let me get on my knees and beg you in my own way for a chance with you.”
“i want you. i wanted you then. and that hasn’t changed.”
“nothing incites and feeds a passion better than a mutual resistance to attraction.”
“don’t worry, i’m still not going to kiss you.”
“you destroy me and then you kiss me. you give me a reason to hate you and then you give me a reason to love you. is this a lie or the truth? is this a ploy or your heart reaching for me?”
“someone like me cares about others, but i guess you wouldn’t know anything about that.”
“are you happy now, you terrible excuse for a rival?”
“you like it. you like that nickname.”
“i’d set fire to the world around me but never let a flame touch you.”
“just because you couldn’t save everyone doesn’t mean you didn’t save anyone.”
“i’ve loved you from the first hour of our meeting. i loved you and despaired. before i die, i want you to know that.”
“i wish there were some middle ground.”
“i’ll take anything over days of silence.”
“we’re trapped together in a small, dark space. for the moment, we’re getting on as well as could possibly be expected. i don’t think this is the time to remind me of my many valid reasons to resent your presence and despise everything you stand for.”
“try an ounce of patience, [name]. not even asking for an average amount. an ounce.”
“you frustrate me incredibly.”
“we can be enemies or lovers. we can suffer, or we can rule.”
“enemies make the best lovers.”
“i’ve seen the way you look at me.”
“i need you, asshole.”
“i am not the type of person someone falls in love with.”
“the problem is, if i kissed you, i don’t think i’d be able to stop.”
“you are the love that came without warning; you had my heart before i could say no.”
“i suck at apologies, so unfuck you, or whatever.”
“i shouldn’t be jealous; you aren’t even mine.”
“you make me feel… you make me feel, and i don’t like it. i want it to stop. now.“
“i believe in annoyed at first sight.”
“i broke my rules for you.”
“that’s the problem! you don’t think you deserve something so you ruin it!“
“why am i so fascinated by you?”
“you can’t just touch my soul and leave.”
“i have so much of you in my heart.”
got access to this account again 8)
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"Why are you all wet?" Kira asks, leaning against the wall with folded arms and a bemused look.
Lilo&Stitch Sentence Starters // @swordsandscalpels // Open
Damp clothes stick against heated skin, cheeks red from running and panting, though in this moment, Deidara’s face is but a line up of question marks, almost shocked at the utter stupidity of her question. And now that he’s stopped sprinting through the streets in search for shelter, his body seems to be cooling down at the speed of lightning, shivers already creeping up his back. Ugh, he would kill for a hot shower...
With an exaggerated movement of arms and hands, a mix of pointless gesturing and the intent of actually pointing outside, the artist keeps staring at his counterpart in sheer amazement before it bursts ou of him. “IT RAINS.”
"Momo? I'm finally home."
The sound of her voice bittersweetly familiar ––– Momotarou tears away from sleep, sitting upright on the couch within an instance.
A dream? Or a mix-up. It might have been her brother, after all...
Then steps in the corridor, a lovely pattern, the sound of wind chimes. ––– suddenly, he’s on his feet, headed towards the source yet something has him hesitate. Pride and arrogance. Old habits die hard.
And when Saki eventually appears in the door frame, Momo makes an act of fumbling with the pack of cigarettes ( he’s gotten better at using the wood prosthetics by now and frankly, he’s kind of proud of it ), eyes everywhere but on the kunoichi before he finally casts her a bored glance. Okay, he’s sulking. The mission shouldn’t have taken that long. He’smissedherokaywhatever.
Though one glance at her sweet face, knowing it’s a facade masking something sassy and masochistic––– it’s enough to make him smirk lightly, words dripping of his lips like warm milk. Well, almost. “Took you long enough, woman.”
@kokurxn // REUNIONNN
’ I remember everyone that leaves. ’
Lilo&Stitch Sentence Starters// @tenseihi // Open
Apathetic eyes hide a thoughtful mind, Deidara’s regard is cold but his words disclose all but disinterest. “That’s pretty pathetic, girl,“ he notes in the reprehensive voice of a disappointed school teacher, nearly shaking his head in something eerily close to pity to crown the farce. Is it a threat or merely the outcries of a lonely girl, Deidara isn’t sure though really it doesn’t matter at this point anymore. Little bird, little bird, won’t you sing for me?
With two simple movements, the artist retrieves an amorphous chunk of clay, handmouths lusting for its bitter taste and a few more handles later half a dozen soulless bees buzz in the air. In the wake of his creations, scorn is wiped from the artist's face, replaced by something unusually raw and intimate. A smile. “Maybe, it's time you make the people that leave remember you.”
"Give us a sign you understand any of this."
Lilo&Stitch Sentence Starters // @mudanaa // Open
Soft masses, the colour of ivory, warmed from skin’s friction and work––– ah, what a sight as they huddle against his palms, radiating chakra and the promise of death! What joy to see destruction take form, this time within the body of a sparrow not bigger than a peach. The world is such a fragile place.
A smile dances around the edge’s of Deidara’s lips, even seconds after his partner’s voice blears momentary serenity, eyes still on his creation while the artist’s attention begins to wander. Head in the clouds, but he heard what he had to. And after a considerable amount of time Deidara deems worth enough to annoy the elder, he finally gazes in the puppet’s direction, widened smirk revealing teeth and flesh as he holds up a lone middle finger in response.
’ Trust me, this isn’t gonna end well. ’
Lilo&Stitch Sentence Starters // @catallyst // Open
Gaze clouded with lunacy, his grin looks more a grimace, lacking warmth albeit its zeal. Deidara knows he must look out of his mind to people like her. The good people, modest and upright. It isn’t their fault, they couldn’t understand, even if they tried. No, she had never felt the wind in her hair dancing with death, never tried the terrible taste of freedom. It’s safer living in a cage.
A simple shake of head, humorous chuckles like wind chimes. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.” And he’s surely not going to bother explain that his grin is not an indication of overblown confidence but utter apathy towards the outcome. She needed to find the bitterness of liberty herself, he mused, eyes never leaving the brunette while the artist readied another deadly beetle of clay. “But if you watch closely, maybe you’ll come to learn something.”
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◆ —— LILO & STITCH QUOTES STARTER PROMPTS.
’ Why are you all wet? ‘
’ Aloha! ’
’ You’re vile. You’re foul. You’re flawed. '
’ Ohana means family. Family means no one gets left behind or forgotten. ’
’ If you want to leave, you can. I’ll remember you, though. ’
’ I remember everyone that leaves. ’
’ You! You’re the cause of all this. ’
’ This is my family. I found it all on my own. Is little, and broken, but still good. Ya. Still good. ’
’ Oh, good! My dog found the chainsaw. ’
’ No more caffeine for you. ’
’ Did you lose your job because of me? '
’ The managers a vampire. He wanted me to join his legion of the undead. ’
’ Trust me, this isn’t gonna end well. ’
’ I’m sorry I bit you. And pulled your hair. And punched you in the face. ’
’ GIve us a sign you understand any of this. ’
’ Show us that there is something inside you that is good. ’
’ I didn’t teach him that. ’
’ Come on, what’s the big deal? ’
’ Leave my mother out of this. ’
’ You are such a pain. ’
’ Then why don’t you sell me and buy me a rabbit instead? ’
’ I hate it when you use Ohana against me. ’
’ I’m lost. ’
’ Don’t interact with her. ’
’ Oh, we can’t do that. Uh-uh. That would be a misuse of resources. ’
’ Why do you act so weird? ’
’ You look familiar. ’
’ We’re a broken family, aren’t we? ’
’ I shouldn’t have yelled at you. ’
’ You are built to destroy. You can never belong. ’
’ We need something that can defend itself. Something that won’t die. ’
’ I hear you cry at night. ’
’ Do you dream about them? ’
’ You came back. ’
’ Nobody gets left behind. ’
’ I need someone to be my friend. Someone who won’t run away. '
’ His destructive programming is taking effect. ’
’ Did you ever kill anyone? ’
’ Are you.. happy? ’
’ I am the one they call when things go wrong and things have, indeed, gone wrong. ’
’ Our family’s little now, and we don’t have many toys. ’
‘ If you want, you could be a part of our family. ’
’ We’d raise you to be good. ’
’ She likes your butt and fancy hair. ’
’ I read her diary. ’
’ Not guilty! My experiments are only theoretical, and completely within legal boundaries. ’
’ He was designed to be a monster, but now he has nothing to destroy. ’
’ I never gave him a greater purpose. ’
’ What must it be like to have nothing, not even memories to look back on in the middle of the night? ’
’ If you promise not to fight anymore, I promise not to yell at you, except on special occasions. ’
’ Stupid head. ’
’ Did you catch fire again? ’
’ This is your badness level. It’s unusually high for someone your size. We have to fix that. ’
’ Don’t leave me, okay? ’
’ Do you want to be taken away? ’
’ You’re just jealous 'cause I’m pretty! ’
’ My friends need to be punished. ’
’ Heard you lost your job. ’
’ Thus far you have been adrift in the sheltered harbor of my patience. '
‘ After all you’ve put me through, you expect me to help you just like that? ’
’ He’s very persuasive. '
’ I know you had something to do with this. ’
’ Oh, good! I was hoping to add theft, endangerment and insanity to my list of things I did today. ’
’ I prefer to be called evil genius. ’
’ You smell like a lawn mower. ’
’ I have just determined the situation to be far too hazardous! ’
’ Don’t worry. I won’t hit her. ’
’ This is low even for you! ’
’ You are all mine. ’
’ You know I have no choice. ’
‘ Please don’t do this. ’
’ You’re making this harder than it needs to be. ’
’ She needs me. ’
’ Leave me alone to die. ’
’ What is that monstrosity? ’
’ Does this look infected to you? ’
’ You’d better not have rabies. ’
’ Hiding behind your little friend won’t work anymore. ’
’ Didn’t I tell you? We got fired this morning. ’
’ That is the ugliest thing I have ever saw! ’
’ It has no place among us. ’
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