SUPER DUPER ANGST MEME

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        her head snaps toward him, an incredulous expression held on debonair profile. nimble digits remove cherry tresses from her vision, stopping her pattern of speech for only a moment— but it doesn’t impede her from continuing with her question.

Send me ⊕ for a pro and con list about our characters sleeping together.

Pros:

Uchiha booty  (Always a plus)

The sex would be on fire huehuehue puns //shot

Long, sexy hair all tangled up asdf

Deidara would shut up because all of his mouths would be too occupied Teehee

No discussions/arguements about art (see above!)

It’s fucking hot

No, that chest mouth doesn’t talk— (my muse doesn’t have his anymore anyway ;u;)

THANK GOD THAT WOULD BE WEIRD AS FUCK DURING SEX CAN YOU IMAGINE—OH GOD

Cons:

Sasuke would murder Deidara in his sleep

Deidara would probably be talkative afterward, whereas Itachi would probably try to smother him with a pillow to get him to shut up.

No cuddly-wuddly time—unless Itachi is into that.

Deidara is a closet cuddler

So that could be bad.

                               ι will be chasing the « ѕтαяℓιgнт »

                Until the end of my  [ ℓ ι ƒ є  ]

I don't know if it's worth it anymore...

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Deidara didn't have a clue where he was going; but then, he supposed that was all part of the fun.

At least, it had started out as fun. His trek through Taki to Kusa had actually been pretty dangerous, considering it was snuggled right up to the border of a country that wanted to see his head on a stick the most, (read: Iwa) but somehow, he had made it out unscathed. After that, the artist had managed to smuggle himself through Ame, and now he was...

Well, that was just it--he didn't know, because his map had gotten soggy from all that freaking rain.

Leader's old domain, he thought cantakerously. Sometimes he wondered if Pein had actually enjoyed the whole 'perpetual rain' thing, or if he was just a dramatic masochist who expressed his misery by showering it upon a whole portion of the world via storm. It was functional and served artistic purpose, though, so he'd never actually complained.

Because really,  Deidara could easily think of a hundred reasons as to why he hated the place as he trudged through the endless puddles on the street leading out to the next border town. He hated how the wet grass would squelch and squeak under his shoes--god, he hated that sound!-- and he especially loathed the way the grimy mud would get between his toes. Showers weren't all that easy to come by these days.

The atmosphere he found himself in now was what was best describe as the exact opposite of Ame. At this very moment, he was trying to determine just how he felt about that.

There were boulders. Lots of them. In fact, aside from a few rare, brittle trees, that's nearly all there seemed to be. They jutted up all around the small patches of green fields surrounding him. It was as if someone had smashed a mountainside, resulting in a rock slide...

Rock...

Deidara blinked and gradually slowed to a stop between two especially large stones, lifting his face. Obviously the entrance to some hidden village... 

...

"Oh..." he said quietly, as it all clicked in.

He was in Stone Country.

Well, he supposed that was alright. This particular village, he didn't know too much about, but the country itself he knew was pretty unresponsive to whoever came and passed through its territory--so long as there was no hostility. Deidara would have to keep himself in check so as to not draw any attention to himself.