Hello, and welcome to SasoDei-Lovers, a fan club dedicated to our dearly beloved Sasori and Deidara! ^_^ This club was founded by Grim-Grinning back in 2007 and has stepped down to pursue her future in the arts. It is now run by everchangingstories.
To Join the Club:
All you have to do is click the 'join' button at the top of the page c: That simple!
To Submit Art
You can go right to our gallery and submit away! However, please be aware of two things:
1. No smut that is too sexual or questionable. We allow kissing, hugging, or snuggling- those are completely fine. If you're wondering if you should submit it, just send the admin a Note.
Just a little reminder. . . Submit things to the correct folders, please :< If your piece if declined, there should be a comment that explains why. Don't feel discouraged! Just pay more attention to what folder you submit it to. I have a life too, so I don't want to spend all my time sorting through submissions haha~
If you have any questions on where to submit a piece to, or what can or cannot be submitted, feel free to send me a note through either my account or the club, or leave a comment on this journal or the frontpage
To Affiliate With Us
Just click the 'affiliate' button at the top of the page c: I eagerly accept any type of group ♥
Falling LeavesThe argument, such as it was, occurred every year. Still… it wasn’t nearly as vicious as most.
Deidara lay on the ground, his head in Sasori’s lap. The stiff, dry blades of dying grass dug into his back, but he ignored them. He was a little too busy paying attention to the bright red leaf he held delicately with the tips of his fingers, turning and flipping it in the air above his head.
Personally, Sasori found the position to be near sickeningly saccharine, but he put up with it for Deidara’s sake. The fuss that the blonde would put up if Sasori declined was too much of a hassle to consider, and besides… it was almost kind of nice.
“The leaves are the same color as your hair, un…” Deidara muttered, continuing to spin the leaf in his hand by the stalk. “But only a few.”
“Much more brittle, though, un.” Deidara mused out load, moving the leaf to rest against Sasori’s he
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