Part 3 of the results from our third round of the 3 Artists Challenge!
Artists: @arichii98 @hallous @chiarobee @saku-rhyth @mayskalih @artofmintea @ionahazuki
Breakdown (and kiss meme credits) under the cut!
SasoSaku [R3]: sketch - hallous, lines - chiarobee, color - arichii98
ShiSaku [eyelid kiss]: sketch - chiarobee, lines - saku-rhyth, color - mayskalih
SuiSaku [ear kiss]: sketch - arichii98, lines - artofmintea, color - saku-rhyth
TobiSaku [lower lip kiss]: sketch - chiarobee, lines - arichii98, color - ionahazuki
ZetsuSaku [cheek kiss]: sketch - mayskalih, lines - hallous, color - saku-rhyth
(credits for the grid memes we used!: https://www.tumblr.com/a-moop/182795888345/valentines-day-kiss-drawing-prompt-free-for?source=share & https://www.deviantart.com/kaisuki/art/Kissing-Meme-Template-361658733)
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For Now [Chapter 13 snippet]
Sasori/Haruno Sakura, Sasori & Haruno Sakura | T | Blank Period | canon divergent | angst, hurt/comfort, enemies to friends | ongoing [AO3]
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Sakura walks back into her apartment to find Sasori sitting on the couch, his nose in a book, and the tea cups that had been on the living room table nowhere in sight.
She studies him for a moment – she supposes that, after years of Ino, and Naruto, and Sai, and Sasuke-kun, a non-irritated Sasori would seem polite company, in comparison.
“You were nice to my parents,” she says, frowning, leaning back against the door until it clicks shut.
He looks up at her and blinks.
“Your parents are nice people,” he replies, and goes back to his reading, as though that explains everything.
“I hope you’re not offended that I checked them.” Because there’s absolutely no point in pretending that she didn’t; not with him.
“I would be offended if you hadn’t,” he returns with a smirk, and there’s a sharpness that glances across his eyes that she hasn’t seen since the time he covered the sky in puppets.
Sakura smiles at that, both at his manner and at the memory.
“They think you’re a civilian,” she comments, walking into the room and dropping down into the armchair, propping her chin with a hand.
Sasori hums, closing the book and giving her his full attention. “Did you correct them?”
She snorts, a loud, unrestrained sound of mirth that she'd be embarrassed to let out in front of most other people.
“No,” she states, and the single syllable is packed with all of her disbelief that he would even ask that. “What would I say? ‘Actually, mom, he’s almost forty, a missing-nin, and was part of that criminal organization that tried to end the world a couple of years ago. In his spare time, he enjoys turning people into puppets, which involves killing them, removing their organs, extracting their blood, and embalming their bodies. Oh, and he killed me once.’”
He laughs – an actual laugh, not a derisive snort or an ominous chuckle or something that barely passes for an expulsion of air; it's bright and open and it makes her think of sun-soaked sand under clear skies, and she finds herself wishing that he'd do more of it. Much, much more.
“I see my process left an impression.” There is amusement in his gaze, and interest – his interest is always there, with her, burning and biting and ever-stirring – but there are other things, too; Sakura can't quite make out what they are, however, though she can see their shapes. “Do they know you died?”
“Of course not,” she answers. “They don’t know about most of my battles.”
Sasori quirks his head at her, silently. It's his way of extending an invitation without expectation or obligation, she has learned; of indicating that he wants to hear more, only if she's inclined to share.
It has quickly become one of her favorite mannerisms of his, warming both her skin and her blood, and, as usual, she pounces on it, with the kind of speed that Naruto would pounce with on any form of ramen.
“I’m lucky,” she says, and looks down at the floor, incapable of meeting his eyes. Family is a difficult topic with him and, as much as she wants to tell him all that he wants to know, she worries about misstepping. “Both of my parents are alive and well and, now that I’ve moved out on my own, we get along for the most part. I’m really lucky. I know that. I know that, but – ” She struggles and then shrugs, unable to find the right words. “It’s a different type of loneliness.”
“I never would have thought that you come from a civilian family,” he states.
Sakura blushes, fiercely – normally, any dismissal of her civilian background would be something she'd immediately take offense at, but this is Sasori and she's familiar with his abrasiveness, with the gruff nature of his honesty; she knows it is meant as nothing but a compliment.
“Why become a shinobi?” he asks.
She chews her lip – he most likely will think it stupid; but she has a long history of making a fool of herself, so what’s one more time?
“I found the shinobi classes interesting, as a kid at the Academy,” she confesses. “And I wanted to become strong.”
He considers this, for a moment. “What for?”
Her first thought is ‘for Sasuke-kun,’ of course. But now, having grown up, she knows it never really was about Sasuke-kun; not entirely. He was only a manifestation of it – her desire to be self-sufficient, independent, noticed; to not be bullied; to not be left behind; to matter. Not that different from Naruto’s motivation, honestly, when she allows herself to think about it.
“For me.”
Sasori smiles at her, book entirely forgotten somewhere beside his legs, and it straddles that alluring line between soft and stinging.
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Angel!Sakura&Demon!Sasori(?maybe?)
I don't wanna spoil Said the spider but I'm intrigued by this angel demon au 👁️
This one came to me while I was driving home from work yesterday!! 🤣 I've been watching clips of Hazbin Hotel, so I think that's the origin. 🫣
The premise of this one is that Angel!Sakura and Demon!Sasori (it may change to a different character, but I think we'll keep it Sasori) have been competing over people's souls in terms of saving or corrupting them for a while, and at the same time Sakura is fighting (and mostly failing) to ignore her growing attraction to Hell's underling because she believes it's against the rules. Sasori isn't as convinced, and is happy to continue pushing her toward 'sin.' He ups the ante with this latest soul they're fighting over.
Here's a tiny snippet (because it's so new):
"Your seraphs aren't as innocent as you want to believe they are, Sakura."
Her brow furrowed as she frowned at his declaration. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, you're so worried about not breaking their rules, but you fail to see that the only one truly adhering to them are you lower-ranked angels that they've brainwashed into doing so. They only apply to you."
"...How do I know this isn't some trick you demons like to play?"
"I'd never trick you, Sakura," he vowed, so sincere she truly believed him despite her instincts screaming not to. "You're so special. But you're also a poor, naïve girl that is being taken advantage of by some bad beings. It makes me sick." He reached out, cradling her cheek in his palm. The heat of his skin startled her initially, but she relaxed as the warmth permeated her.
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high infidelity masterlist
Sakura x Sasori (Sakura x Sasuke)
Away at college in Sunagakure, Sakura’s life is slowly spiraling out of control. With a boyfriend who barely talks to her and courses she can’t seem to make herself care about, she can’t help but feel she’s made all the wrong choices to get here. Will some spilt wine at a party change everything for her?
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18+ Alternate Universe - College/University, Recreational Drug Use, Alcohol, Marijuana, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Anxiety, Depression, Cheating, Sexual Situations.
part 1 - untether
part 2 - risk
part 3 - the stars are blind
part 4-out of the woods
artwork
high infidelity
lavender haze
Sasori x Sakura
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