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Aight I thought he would look hot af in a turtle neck... I was going for the rich ass Chinese kids in downtown vibe ya know~ anyways hope this is at your tastes!

@fluffymoe | @narutosecretsantas

There might be a little angst in here, I’m sorry! (also… maybe this is a bit long… oops? I hope it’s okay, I just typed whatever came to mind!)

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The moment they set eyes on each other, Sasori and Deidara know they’re going to hate each other. Neither of them can explain it, but there’s a deeply rooted flare of frustration, irritation, and longing. Neither of them will mention that last part, though. They simply glower at each other, with the mutual understanding that they aren’t going to get on.

Sasori preempts Deirara’s attempt to catch someone out with a small contact-detonated explosive on the door. Deidara just knows Sasori - this stupid, bland redhead with no taste in art whatsoever - is going to nag. It doesn’t take long before everyone around them comes to understand that they come as a package, and, much to their chagrin, they notice it too. They bicker like an old married couple, and they annoy the living shit out of each other, but they can’t seem to stay away.

Because, for some reason, it’s comforting. Their arguments about what is real art, why Sasori’s/Deidara’s ‘fashion’ is a crime against the humanity, and how you’re supposed to hold chopsticks (everything Sasori does makes him come across as an automaton, and it’s a hundred times worse when he eats) are familiar ground, and it doesn’t take Deidara long to realise that, despite stubbornness on both their parts, they actually listen to each other. There’s respect there.

He doesn’t know when it happened, nor when that longing took root in every fibre of his being, but he can’t imagine being separated from Sasori. Sasori, of course, shows absolutely no indication of feeling the same (even though he does, he’s just not sure what to do with it and, like Deidara, he’s kinda annoyed).

So, when they’re put together on a team, all words of protest are just lip service.

They make a good team. They work well together. Neither of them can understand nor explain it, it just is.

And it all works well until they hit a snag - one that leaves Sasori injured. Deidara isn’t sure why the sight of Sasori’s blood distresses him so much, but he’s suddenly afraid. He can’t explain the gripping fear - the fear that he’s going to lose Sasori - but he knows he needs to do something different this time (and why ‘this time’? They’ve not been in a situation like this before).

Sasori almost doesn’t make it. The sight of him injured, bleeding out, and then attached to every conceivable machine at the hospital freaks Deidara out. For perhaps the first time in his life, he’s quiet. Sasori looks more human than Deidara has ever seen him, and it undoes him.

Sasori’s quiet too. He’s stiff and awkward when Deidara pushes into his space, and then silent and broken when Deidara hugs him. He’s not used to the contact. It’s something a part of him has always longed for, but he never knew how to find.

And Deidara’s giving it without question, and isn’t going anywhere if the way he’s clinging to Sasori is any indication. There’s no point resisting. He doesn’t even want to.

It’s strange to talk without arguing, or getting into a heated debate. Sasori kinda likes it. And Deidara doesn’t mind listening. The more he learns about Sasori - things he never though to ask, such as what his childhood was like, what he wants in life, and how he actually feels - the more he cares for him. He also learns a secret he’ll take to the grave (in part because Sasori will kill him if he ever reveals it to anyone else): Sasori wants and loves to be hugged. He’s awkward and fussy about it, not quite sure how to act or how to hug back, but it’s nothing they can’t work on.

(And they will work on it, if Deidara can survive the wrath of the matron when she discovers the mess Deidara has made of the equipment that is there to keep her patient safe and comfortable, damnit.)

(pls be nice to me I’m new to digital art) 

Red (Puppet) String of Fate - Who knew that pesky little red string of fate was really a series of puppet strings? They’re super annoying, get tangled on everything, and it seems like you’re never really in control of yourself ... Wait, your soulmate can control your every move?! 

I’m doing my art trade with @fluffymoe but I saw a pose prompt ref thing and I had to draw it. Also felt it was time to actually try out my tablet. Straight lines who? I don’t know her. (yeh I know they don’t line up and that this is messy. It’s like my 4th time using a tablet.) I’ll have the real art trade piece out in a while!