// Yall I'm going to redo my pinned. Needs a refresh. Going to keep with the pale yellow and white theme if possible

Blowing up the Akatsuki base has never looked more tempting.

Poking @puppetbody.. Is he dead or disassociate? Either way Deidara is prepared to run if needed for touching Sasori-Danna.

—to close contact its undeniable Sasori will win. Deidara is much more at home to long distance battles.

Deidara was hurt by the words. And what is a young man like him supposed to do with those words? Channel it into anger. His sketchbook is thrown aside in favour of lunging at Sasori. He attempts to straddle the puppet master to give himself the upper hand.. but when it comes—

—Just a quick tackle and attempt to pin him down. His fist raised to hit the puppet master.. but he hesitates. Only with Sasori would he hesitate.

Deidara's rage begins to boil. For so long he has tried for Sasori's praise and acceptance as an artist. Days like this is when he snaps.. Deidara was shaking from his anger until it began to bubble over. The sketchbook tossed aside. "You bastard!" And he goes for Sasori.—

Deidara blasting explicit music while working on his sculptures to make Sasori's everyday hell. Yes. Yes he is. Where's Hidan to come dance with the blonde?

"It should be an image, permanently burned into their mind. Scarring them, haunting their waking moment that they will never see that beauty again. But it will only last for a few moments." A confident smirk. This debate will never get old.

—beautifully together. And yet-- well. Always at each others throats. Deidara knew the line though. He crossed it once before and suffered for it. Since that day, since his seventeenth birthday he has not dared cross it again.

"Or I'll bite you like a feral dog since you seem to enjoy toying with me like one." A huff of irritation. He glares.. though truthfully his relationship with Sasori was as bizarre as it was complex. Sasori being the only person who could make Deidara do anything.. they worked—

I'll show you the beauty of a fleeting moment. A moment to remember and yet is ever changing in someone's mind. I'd rather work with Tobi than accept your version of real art. /Thats also a goddamn lie and everyone knows it./

Perhaps if he's glared at he might recognize his Danna. Sasori has an unforgettable stare.

Deidara doesn't even seem to recognize him.

Oh look. Sasori-Danna is being delusional again.

Deidara takes several steps back.. rubbing the wrist which now had a lovely bruise on it. He is slinking back to his side of the studio, afraid that if he says one more thing he'll get a lashing.

Theres no thoughts in his mind.. just panic. He looked at the mangled mess that was Hiruko. Though now he could confidently say. "I swear on my art, Danna. I didn't do that, hm."

His blood runs cold. The taller of the artists meets those fiery hues of burnt umber. He swallows hard and seems to shrink in Sasori's glare. "I.. It wasn't me-- I swear it, yeah." Deidara was the cause of a lot of destruction. It may well have been him and he didn't realize.

"What--?! Hell no! I don't touch your shit.. last time I did that you stung me, hm!" Deidara had an immunity built up.. that doesn't mean Sasori's poisons and venoms don't hurt though.

Oh no. Oh no this is bad. Deidara remains completely silent as he's being dragged along. Shit he can't even think of what he did this time. After a minute of walking.. "Sasori-Danna..?"