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@sasodeiweek Day 5 - portraits
Really wanted to finish it in time, but well... Life, I guess.
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Fashionably late as always. Totally forgot to post this for @sasodeiweek, haha...
Day 2 - weakness/vulnerable
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Thank you for a great SasoDei Week '24!
Thanks to everyone who participated, be it by creating or supporting creators with likes, reblogs and comments!
As always, I will keep an eye out for late submissions throughout the month of March - so if you still have unfinished WIPs for this year or didn't have time until now, don't hesitate to post it late!
With the recent bad news regarding tumblr and selling data for AI use, please check your blog settings to opt out of AI scraping and if possible use additional measures to protect your art, though...
#also if I missed any entry please send it to me via dm!#sasodeiweek2024#sasori#deidara#sasodei#deisaso#akatsuki#sasodeiweek#naruto#ship week
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@sasodeiweek DAY EIGHT ! mhhnmmmm happy ending?? : )
in another life they ARE happy source: trust me
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Sasodei week day 8: happy ending
AU after the Gaara rescue arc. They could only find one of Deidara's arms but it's okay because Sasori survived and it's going to make him a prosthetic one.
The last one :'( i'm so happy i managed to complete the whole event
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Deidara: Hey, Danna ...
Deidara: Do you ever feel like we don't really belong to ourselves, hm? That we're just things that somebody else dreamed of, and our lives are stories that somebody else is writing?
Sasori: Those are some pretty deep thoughts, brat. Do you feel like this all the time?
Deidara: No, just sometimes. But if I'm right, is it weird that I'm bothered by that? The idea that I don't actually have any control over my life or what goes on in it?
Sasori: *holds out his arms, and Deidara goes into them*
Sasori, softly: I can imagine that that's a scary thought to have. But you know something? If our lives are stories, then I've already gotten my happy ending: I ended up with you. *kisses his forehead* And I'm so grateful to whatever being it is that decided to bless me with such an honor.
Deidara, tears in eyes: S-sasori ...
Sasori: And besides, what you're describing? That sounds exactly the way it is with my puppets. I create them, I control them, and I dictate what's going to happen in their "lives". Does that make me a God, mm?
Deidara, chuckling and shaking his head: Now THAT is the scariest thought of all, hm.
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*Sasori, sitting on the bed, reading to Deidara who’s laying on his back*
Sasori: “ … and the poor little mermaid turned into foam and vanished into the sea. The end.”
Deidara, sniffing: S-so sad, hm. Nothing like the happy movie ending …
Sasori: Books and movies are often very different things, aren’t they? And anyway, don’t you think you’re a little too … mature, for me to be reading you stories like this?
Deidara: *rolls his eyes* I’ve explained to you a hundred times, it’s not for ME, it’s for her. *gently pats his large belly* Readings supposed to be good for a baby.
Sasori: Mm. *also rests his hand on Deidara’s stomach* I suppose these fairy tales are nice, but, don’t you agree that our child would benefit from a healthy dose of realism in these stories?
Deidara: Realism?
Sasori: Yes. For example, that story about Little Red Riding Hood? The stones in the wolves belly? That he didn’t even notice until they cut him open? How is that possible?
Deidara: I —
Sasori: When I turn people into puppets, believe me, before they die, they are well aware of every incision I make into their body. In fact … *gets up*
Sasori: I’m going to re-write these stories to make them more accurate. When you feel up to it, perhaps you’d like to provide the illustrations? No daughter of mine is going to grow up ill-informed and delusional. *leaves*
Deidara, to his belly: Well, at least you’re going to have one normal parent, hm. Wait’ll I teach you how to make bombs! Much better than the weird puppet crap your dad is gonna try to teach you!
The baby, listening, trying to figure out how long it can avoid being born:
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@sasodeiweek ❤️💛
Prompts: Loyalty/Happy ending
In search of loyalty
Synopsis: Deidara is a sought-after bounty hunter, the young man travels to several different planets and galaxies. With the opportunity to become a member of the largest criminal faction in the galaxy, he agrees to steal a very valuable piece from Cyborg Sasori, known for being one of the most wanted assassins in the galaxy.
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SasoDei Week 2024 Extra Day
Thursday February 29 - Loyalty / Happy Ending
Don't forget to tag @sasodeiweek & use #SasoDeiWeek2024!
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Day 8: Happy Ending
Fandom: Naruto (Anime & Manga)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Deidara/Sasori (Naruto)
Characters: Deidara (Naruto), Sasori (Naruto), Original Child Character(s)
Additional Tags: 33_001’s SasoDei Week 2024, SasoDei Week 2024, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Canon Fix-It, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Post Mpreg, Omega Deidara (Naruto), Alpha Sasori
Series: Part 8 of SasoDei Week
Summary:
If anyone, any single lone person had even hinted nay implied that this was going to be his life after the Akatsuki? He’d have poisoned them, and then thrown them to Deidara to turn into one of his bombs or maybe just let Zetsu eat them.
#SasoDeiWeek2024#Happy Ending#fic#the mix of tags + summary make this sound really entertaining haha
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My contribution to the @sasodeiweek event.
Prompt: Obsession/Possession.
Summary: His final art was supposed to be it. Deidara's name would be lit up for all history to admire.
It was just his luck that Sasori had other plans.
AO3 Tags: Post-CanonPost-War, Established Relationship, Past Relationship(s), Unequal partnership, Power Imbalance, Sasori's a bit of a dick, Puppets, Non-Consensual Touching, Somnophilia, Sasori has no understanding of personal space.
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He was dead. He’d died. He had blown himself up. But suddenly, Deidara wasn’t so sure about that. If this was the realm of the dead then he was hallucinating.
Am I alive? Again?
His body stiffened. His legs felt like they were fused together. But his arm burned as though someone had tried to blow him up. He smiled at that. At least, he tried to smile. His mouth wouldn’t twist and his face was rigid. And all of a sudden he became aware of his predicament.
Stuck. Stiff. Frozen in place. Unfeeling.
His eyes wouldn’t open but his ears detected movement nearby. The sound of shuffling feet. Metal instruments clanging ever so softly against each other. He couldn’t feel anything but his imagination told him the air was stuffy and filled with the smell of concoctions. Perhaps it was just his paranoia.
Fear trickled through him at the sound of hurried footsteps. He braced himself for an attack, as much as he could as he wasn’t physically capable of it. But no, this would not do. He hadn’t truly feared anything for a long time. And the Uchiha brothers didn’t count. They were abominations.
He waited. And waited. But no cold steel sliced at him. There were no surges of chakra. Nothing. Nothing that he could feel or sense. It was annoying. And strange. He tried to focus on his breathing but it didn’t come. Even stranger.
Feeling emboldened, he tried to cry out, to make some noise to attract attention to his conscious state. Surely the someone nearby meant him no harm. They could help. Though he was loath to do it. Since when did Deidara, the magnificent explosives expert with perfect hair and the greatest art the world has ever seen, needed anything? From anyone? People were just test subjects for his art.
Still, his efforts were in vain. Which was just as well, because he’d never live down the shame of pleading for help. But what to do?
An abrupt clunking sound echoed in the room. He presumed he was in a room, but he could be outdoors for all he knew. If he wasn’t so cut off from everything, he might have jumped, startled. The drip, drop of liquids, like water falling from the ceiling. Or blood.
He still couldn’t smile.
And quite suddenly, his eyes began to move, wiggling under their lids like a bird about to hatch.
“No, too soon.” The husky voice was soft and coaxing; a warm breath on his ear now that he could finally feel it. “Relax. Go back to sleep.”
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Sensations.
Several of them.
The first was a tingly feeling. Like he had skin and pores and goosebumps but they didn’t work quite right. Deidara scoffed.
The second was the soft stroke of something hard against him. Not a kunai but not skin. Something pliable like his clay but with a mind of its own.
Sasori’s puppet hand? He tried to smirk. Or something more salacious? He wouldn’t be opposed to it. But Deidara preferred to be a participant, not some doll that sat there and waited to be touched. This was… unacceptable.
The third sensation was akin to fear. More like helplessness. And a bit of anger.
But he couldn’t stop it. The touching. The feelings.
It started along his chest, soft and cautious. If he still had fine hairs there they would probably be standing on end. There was no warmth. Or cold. Just touch against touch. These probing strokes continued; the shape of the palm of a hand splayed out on his torso. A humming sound. Like his attacker was debating something.
Sasori.
More than the logical presumption of his partner’s puppet body, Deidara had heard his voice. He would know the sounds of the redhead anywhere.
But what is he doing, yeah?
He waited. It made him tremble in anticipation. His partner. His former lover. What was he doing with Deidara’s prone body? What was he… ugh. Okay, when he got his autonomy back, Sasori was going to die. Again.
His partner’s hand was now moving downwards. It was joined by his other hand and soft caresses trickled along his torso before gripping his hips. Almost like Sasori used to do back when he had a cock. When Deidara had a cock. And speaking of cocks.
Warmth. Fuck. Warmth. No, heat. Gripping and stroking. Kami. Please, fuck!
Deidara couldn’t moan or whine like he wanted but the tautness of his body stretched him; phantom pleasure from a time long ago. He remembered what those hands were capable of. Stroking his dick. Did he even have a dick? It sure felt like it. This was too familiar.
And then suddenly, all those sensations vanished. They left behind a cold breeze. Bereft of a lover’s touch.
Sasori’s voice was husky, like he’d run that marathon with him. “Good. You’re getting there.”
The darkness consumed him once more.
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What is that odd feeling?
His eyes were still clamped shut but now he could move his fingers and toes. It was little comfort. Coming out of the haze was different. The transition was easier this time.
This time it felt like Sasori was merely massaging him. Breathing life into his limbs. Getting his circulation pumping. It was clinical. Not arousing at all. Except for the fact that it was. Fingers probed his calves, quick and deft. They moved to his toes and the sensation of control spread throughout his leg.
“Yes,” Sasori said. It came from the darkness of Deidara’s perception but it held so much hope. “Right there.”
If he wasn’t trying to be sexual, he was failing. Husky. He moaned. Then stopped suddenly, startled by the sound of his own voice.
“Does that feel good?”
Deidara couldn’t speak of course but he felt his body react. His throat hummed. Sasori’s hand found his cock again, like before. The massage was no different than before barring the eroticism had grown to a higher level. And his balls were squeezed and fondled.
“Progress.”
How the fuck was Sasori manhandling his dick (he presumed it was his dick) progress ? And progress to what exactly?
“You will soon feel it all.”
Huh?
It wasn’t a question.
“Did you forget we used to do that all the time.”
Sasori’s voice was light-hearted now. Almost as carefree as the boy he’d once been.
Deidara moaned again. The blissfulness of his memory of an orgasm knocking him out cold.
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This time Deidara couldn’t move at all. Like all the progress Sasori had talked about had disappeared. Vanished. Much like his own tarnished soul.
This has to be the realm of the dead. But not a hallucination.
Sasori was talking nearby. Clanking and dripping sounds. In all the somnophilia, Deidara had forgotten his background. But now it is more pronounced than ever. He had to be in a lab. One of Sasori’s laboratories. Maybe the very one he’d used to turn himself into a puppet in the first place.
Wait.
What was the fucker doing ?
Wait.
The last time he came back to life it was in another body. He’d felt invincible. It had been the perfect opportunity to test his Suicide Bomb Jutsu. The one that had failed to kill Sasuke. The bastard.
Wait.
Yeah, Sasori had come back too. But the baka had also willingly “let go” or whatever that stupid disappearing act of his was. The jerk! But did this mean he hadn’t really gone? Or were they both brought back by Madara again? This was so confusing.
“Your memories are incomplete.”
Sasori’s breath was on his face and Deidara could feel the moist warmth. But no smell.
Huh? Yeah? Well your dick is incomplete, senpai!
“They need to be retrieved.”
Deidara mentally rolled his eyes as Sasori’s hands were on him again. But only for a moment this time. They abruptly pulled away.
“One last time.”
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“You’re complete now. Wake up.”
Blue eyes opened slowly. More tentatively than before. Once the ceiling came into focus, he blinked quickly a few times then scrunched his eyes together tightly. Almost like it really was a hallucination. Dimly aware of his own body, he groaned and tried to roll over. Sasori’s hands were on him again, this time helping him to move. To sit on the side of the bed, his legs over the edge.
“What the fuck?” His own voice was hoarse.
“You are alive again.”
Deidara blinked again. The greyish brown eyes of his partner were more alive than he’d ever seen them. But he still retained that cool aloofness that Deidara had always tried to imitate. A concerned expression sent the room spinning and the blond gripped Sasori tightly. He wasn’t ready for this.
“When I said you were stuck with me as a partner, this wasn’t what I meant, un.”
Sasori didn’t shrug his shoulders or sigh in exasperation. In fact, Deidara was only beginning to realise just how non-expressive his Akatsuki partner really was.
“What did you do, un?”
“I revived you.”
“How?”
“I’ll explain the details later. But suffice it to say, I had a back-up plan.”
Deidara grunted. “Yeah, sure.”
His partner didn’t take the bait.
“Fine,” he said. “I accept it. But why am I here?”
He knew the answer. Memories of Sasori’s hands on his cock were proof enough. They had been together for a while before Sasori’s “death” at the hands of his grandmother and that underaged pink-haired tween. It hadn’t gone very far and there was no love lost between them. So if Sasori had revived Deidara now, for the same reason he’d struck up their relationship then, then…
“Is this like a sex thing or something, un?”
“Or something.”
Deidara raised an eyebrow at him.
The corner of Sasori’s lips quirked upward slightly.
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#SasoDeiWeek2024#Obsession#Posession#fic#nsfw#cw noncon#sasodei somno I think I'm going to pass out /pos
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alright ! @sasodeiweek day 6/7 touch starved/ midnight. i did have trouble with this so i tried new stuff, aaandd it's low res again 😭 but i wanted to get it posted !
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SasoDei Week 2024 Extra Day
Thursday February 29 - Loyalty / Happy Ending
Don't forget to tag @sasodeiweek & use #SasoDeiWeek2024!
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#sasori#deidara#sasodei#deisaso#akatsuki#ship week#naruto events#narutoevents2024#naruto shippuuden#naruto shippuden
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Sasodei week day 7: midnight
This is my least favourite piece😬 I spent a lot of time on this and it didn't end up turning out the way I wanted but whatever.
This is a modern!au and Deidara sleeps at Sasori's place for the first time
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*Deidara soaking in a hot spring while Sasori sits on a rock and watches*
Deidara: This is sooooo nice, hm. You don't know what you're missing, Danna.
Sasori: Yes I do; my gears getting completely water-logged and my systems shutting down.
Deidara: You're such a downer ... you can't sit with your feet in the water at least?
Sasori: No thanks. But speaking of water ... shouldn't you be bathing?
Deidara: Why? You trying to get off on watching me? Pervert.
Sasori: It's not that, but, we've been travelling for days and this is the closest we've gotten to a bath in a while. So maybe you should --
Deidara, indignantly: Are you trying to say I stink or something, hm?!
Sasori: You're being very overly sensitive, brat. Come on ... *pulls a bar of soap out of his pocket* Let's get you clean, huh?
Deidara: No! This is a hot spring, the point is to just sit back and relax! I'm not taking a bath! And besides just sitting in warm water is good enough!
Sasori: Just sitting in water is NOT the same as actively cleaning! Now you either take this bar of soap and start scrubbing, or it's going down your throat.
Deidara: I'd like to see you try and catch me ...
*Kisame and Itachi, walking up from the path*
Kisame: This is going to be such a nice soak. I'm glad Sasori told us about this place.
Itachi: Mm. Oh, I can hear voices, sounds like they're still here. I'm sure they won't mind us joining them. They --
*loud splashing from the water*
Deidara: Get off of me, Danna!!
Sasori, the soap in his hands: Not until I touch every inch of you with this, brat! Now stop fighting me and be still!!
Itachi and Kisame:
Itachi: Perhaps we should come back at another time.
Kisame: Mm.
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*Sasori and Deidara, standing waist-deep in pleasantly warm water*
Deidara: Oh, Sasori … this is the most romantic thing you’ve ever done for me ~
Sasori: I wouldn’t say that …
Deidara: I would. Sneaking us away from the base to take a midnight trip to the hot springs? *puts his arms around Sasori’s shoulders* Never knew you had such passion in you, hm.
Sasori: I wouldn’t exactly phrase it like that …
Deidara: You’re so shy about accepting compliments, aren’t you? *starts kissing along Sasori’s neck and chest* But you’ve made your Deidara very, very happy … maybe you’d like to make him even happier — ?
Sasori: Maybe if there’s time after we finish the job, brat.
Deidara: … job? What job?
Sasori: It’s why we’re here. Kisame said there’s supposed to be a ghost in this hot springs, the spirit of a woman who drowned years ago. Rumor has it that if you stand in the exact spot she drowned, and she appears, if you offer to help her she leads you to a hidden place containing buried treasure. I plan on using the money to buy new equipment to make puppets.
Deidara:
Deidara: Sasori. That’s ridiculous. Ghosts aren’t real! And —
*the water suddenly turns ice cold and a mist appears to be forming over some rocks*
Sasori: Ah, looks like she’s coming. Now please try not to scream, Deidara; I don’t want to scare her away.
Deidara:
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it's sasodei week 2024!
i have precisely one thing to contribute, but ffs it's not done yet grr!! maybe we can blame my dog... she demanded i come play with her no less than nine times (i kept track) as i wrote this post (she does this by shouting at me then humping my leg to show me who's boss, sometimes pulling on my sweater sleeve with her sharp li'l teefs, beagles, man, i tell ya...) 🐶
anyway!! here's a TEASER of my Day 3 Band/Rockstar/Idol AU story ahhhhh!!! it's not even titled yet!!!!! i don't even really know what the tags will be! and i haven't had time to make a header image!! 😫
but this i know, oh this i know:
Sasori is first chair cello of the Sunagakure Philharmonic
He has a dirty little secret hobby: listening to metal (among other genres that are definitely not classical)
One of the bands he listens to is called C4
Guess who's the lead singer???
Yes, you guessed it, it's Deidara, singer/song-writer, perhaps much more...
In this AU, everybody lives!! Well... okay fine, Sasori's parents still didn't make it, i'm sorry
But that means two important things: Third Kazekage is alive! And there are a LOT of Uchiha running around.
There's more, a lot more, but you'll have to wait until i steal more minutes and hours from my dog and my work! but i'll give it to ya, come hell or high water! or wildfires, earthquakes, debilitating PM 2.5 ratings, or uh... dare i say... another pandemic??? FEAR NOT!
if you want to wait for the full thing to drop to read, i've left the teaser excerpt below the cut.
a million thanks to @sasodeiweek for hosting this event and encouraging us SasoDei creators to flex our creative muscles! loving all the contributions so far!
and without further ado...
Rehearsal ran circles round Sasori’s ears. The music followed him always, all hours.
Chapter 1
Rehearsal ran circles round Sasori’s ears. The music followed him always, all hours.
The fine, agile fingers of his left hand twitched; his right hand swayed side to side, marking the strokes of his bow. Eyes half-closed, his feet kept time on the pavement as he walked. It was Haydn this week, Cello Concerto No. 1 in C major. A weighty yet familiar responsibility for Sasori, first chair cello of the Sunagakure Philharmonic.
He sighed. Rehearsal had wrapped half an hour ago. He was on his way home, and tomorrow was a rest day. He didn’t need to torture himself like this.
The headphones around his neck were a comforting weight, as friendly and intimate as the straps of his cello case on his shoulders. He flipped them over his ears and dug in his coat pocket for his phone. Scrolling through the saved playlists on his music app, he skipped all of the classical “homework” and went straight for his guilty pleasures: dance-pop, glam-rock, musicals… and heavy metal.
No one at work knew about his low, low tastes.
Well, the Third had known.
Sasori gritted his teeth, biting back unbidden memories. Now he definitely needed to blast his brain clean with some noise.
Something heavy.
Something loud.
Something to transport him far away from the sand-scraped streets of Sunagakure.
His thumb landed on the album he was looking for.
Art is an EXPLOSION by C4. Track 1: “Light It Up.”
From that first haunting guitar chord, the tension Sasori held in his chest and face dispersed. He rode that twisting whine down, down… someplace dark and cool, far beneath the earth. As the barreling drums built to a crescendo, he held his breath—wait for it!—
A million years, through timeless stone
I’m damned to walk this path alone
This darkness, all I’ve ever known…
The lead singer had a deep, melodic voice. He molded each word of the verse carefully, tenderly, as if he were embarking on a ballad… then WHAM!
Cymbals crashed; the roaring chorus caught the last two notes of an electrifying riff like a surfer hopping a wave:
Light it up! Hey, light it up!
Strike a match and light it up!
My fuse is short, ’m ready to blow,
Crush the ceiling down to the floor!
Not in a million years would Sasori admit out loud to anyone that he listened to C4, especially not now that the public were actually aware of their existence. The metal band had catapulted to fame last year with their single “Burn Down All the Discos,” but Sasori had been listening to them well before that. Three years ago, his music app had recommended him a track from Art is an EXPLOSION—C4’s debut album—based on his eclectic streaming history.
If the first song Sasori had heard by C4 had been anything but “Artist,” he’d probably never have given them a chance: their usual sound was, on the surface, sloppy, and most of the lyrics were childish boasts. “Look at me!” their vocalist seemed to say in every song.
But “Artist” was different. It was, inexplicably, an up-tempo perversion of Vivaldi’s Winter Largo in F Minor, lamenting how hard it was to live for art’s sake when the world ran on money and heroic virtue. Listeners without classical training would be unable to appreciate or likely even identify the subtleties of what had been done with the classical score, but the first time he heard it, Sasori had been riveted. Vivaldi’s rhythmic harpsichord had been replaced with a softly tapped snare drum; a mournful electric guitar carried the melody when it wasn’t sung.
Curiosity piqued, Sasori had investigated the rest of the album, and found similar nods to classical music throughout the tracks, much harder to notice than the adapted Vivaldi, drowned as they were in a thunderstorm of electric guitar and percussion. C4 were more than just a metal band: they experimented with typical traits of the genre and also drew from pop rock, classical music, even musical theatre to create a sound unlike anything Sasori had ever heard. They broke all the rules and they did it with glee.
One day—a rest day—home alone and bored, Sasori had looked up the band online. It surprised him to learn that the lead singer had been only sixteen when the band was formed. That powerful voice certainly didn’t sound like it belonged to a teenager. But the band’s website was light on biographical information, and Sasori hadn’t felt like digging deeper. An overwhelming amount of fan sites and social media accounts had sprung up since “Burn Down All the Discos” and C4’s world tour. Bored as he was that day, Sasori wasn’t about to use his precious free time to obsess over some flash-in-the-pan rock band, especially one fronted by a kid.
And yet, he still listened to them.
“Artist” often competed for the position of most frequently-played song on his app, but only when he was feeling particularly moody.
It crossed his mind that he ought to check if C4 had come out with anything new lately—the app usually sent a message when artists he’d followed released new music. Pausing to wait for a traffic light, he dug for his phone again.
Lo and behold, a new album had dropped not three days ago.
Beauty of a Moment, it was called. The cover art featured the Venus de Milo... mid-explosion.
Sasori chuckled under his breath. “He really does fancy himself an artist, doesn’t he…”
What a fool. Popular music was not art. Rock music was not art. It came and went, but the classics stayed. For centuries. Forever.
It was the one thing Sasori and the Third had always agreed on, despite all of their differences.
Speaking of which…
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#SasoDeiWeek2024#Band#Rockstar#lmao the thought of Sasori keeping his music taste a secret is so funny to me kjgshkdgfsdbf
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