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Forgot to post here yesterday, but here is my first post of 2025 and to kick-off my self imposed challenge to draw a little everyday! Since January is Gaara’s birth month, I’m doing a Daily Gaara Challenge. Feel free to join me with the tag #dailygaara2025

Lowkey and stress-free is the intent for this event. Just have fun and create!!! As long as the art is yours (no AI, edits, tracing…), feel free to participate!

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My love

Last one of my special November arts!

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on the road

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asphyxia

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01.11 — Aftercare

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The Itachi Hiden arc that showed his bond with Shisui was one of my faves

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His Magnum Opus

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Kazekage’s Fall

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If you wouldn’t mind, perhaps something where Jashin comes to check on Hidan and scares everyone in the Akatsuki that he’s real? I just picture him seeing Hidan as his son who is exasperating but lovable.

*a knock on the Akatsuki lair-door* Deidara: What the fuck, hm? It's like ten at night! Who the fuck is here at this hour? Sasori: Only one way to find out, brat; answer it. Deidara, pouting: But I'm all comfy here ... can't Tobi get it? He's closer to the door than me! Tobi: Leader says Tobi isn't allowed to answer the door any more after Tobi bought one hundred boxes from that nice little girl selling cookies ... Konan, sighing: Alright, alright; I'll get it. *Konan goes to answer the door and immediately shields her eyes as an intolerably bright flood of red light streams into the hideout* Tobi, in Obito voice: What the fuck?! Deidara, burying his face in the couch: What the hell is that thing?! Konan, eyes streaming, in a shaky voice: C-can I help you, S-sir? Person at the door, in a deep, booming voice: Sorry to disturb your evening; I was passing through the area and I wished to check on my son. Itachi: Son? Who's parent are you, exactly? I've never -- *Hidan comes into the room from his bedroom and immediately falls to his knees upon seeing who's at the door* Hidan, reverantly: Jashin-sama! I'm honored that you would bestow a visit upon your lowly servant! Kisame, angling himself so that he's covering Itachi: Holy crap, you mean all that Jashin stuff was REAL?? Hidan, still on his knees: Of COURSE he's real! What, did you all think I was just a psychopath going around killing people for no reason?! Everyone: Hidan: Jashin-sama, would you care to come in? I know our home is not worthy of your presence, but I could offer you a sacrifice. The blonde here is fairly useless and -- Sasori: Be that as it may, that brat is MINE, asshole. Try and sacrifice him and you AND your Lord will feel my wrath. Deidara, both terrified and swooning: D-damn, Danna ... Jashin: No need for that, my son. Come, let us go out into the night and I can witness my prodigy's talent's first-hand. *Hidan grabs his scythe off of the wall* Hidan: Later, assholes! *goes out the door with Jashin* Konan: Alright ... I'm going to need a cup of tea and about twelve hours of sleep to get over that one. Itachi: Indeed; I still can't believe that "Jashin" is REAL. All these years and -- *Kakuzu enters the room* Kakuzu: Has anyone seen the brat? He's kept me waiting long enough. Sasori: You're going to be waiting even longer ... your brat has gone off with his God. Kakuzu: ... Jashin? HE was here?? That fucking asshole ... Deidara: Wait; you knew he was real? Kakuzu: Of course I did. What, did you think I was just dating a psychopath that goes around killing people for no reason? Everyone: Kakuzu: *puts on his cloak* I'm going after them. God or no God, this is MY time with Hidan, and nobody's going to interfere with it. *walks out the door* Kisame: Goodness; Kakuzu really believes he can take on a God? Deidara: I happen to know that Kakuzu spent money, GOOD money, on a special late-night dinner to share with Hidan, hm. And with Hidan gone, Kakuzu is losing that money. So -- Tobi, in Obito voice: RIP Jashin. The others: *nod in agreement*

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“He’s my brother, too, Kankurou! How could you keep this from me?!”

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*Deidara walks into Sasori's lab and puts a wrapped box on his desk* Deidara: For you, old man! Happy birthday, hm! Sasori: Brat, if this is another explosive, I swear to God that I'll-- Deidara: Just open it, Danna! *Sasori opens the box and is visibly startled to find a tasteful sweater inside* Sasori: Dei ... *holds the sweater up to himself* This is really nice. Looks like the right size, and definitely my color ... Sasori: *puts the sweater down and lays a hand on Deidara's forehead* Sasori, talking to himself: No fever ... *encloses his fingers around Deidara's wrist and does a count to himself* Pulse seems to be normal ... Deidara, yanking his wrist away: I'm not sick! Geez, can't I just get you a nice gift without you acting like a suspicious asshole about it?! For God's sake, I even made the ultimate sacrifice and spent an entire afternoon with RED EYES helping me pick this out! Sasori: Ah, my apologies ... *pulls Deidara into his arms and strokes his hair* This is so nice. I just, well, I know you, I know what your idea of a gift is, and I'm a little suprised that this isn't something that explodes, that's all. Deidara: Danna, I wouldn't set off something to explode in here. I know how you don't like messes! And maybe you should give me more credit, for getting more mature, hm. I wouldn't -- *a loud boom is heard in the kitchen* Konan, from down the hall: DEIDARA!! This cake you made us all the celebrate Sasori's birthday, it just blew up all over the place!! Nagato: There's frosting all over the windows and the ceiling! Hidan: You fucking asshole, I was taking a bite and it blew my head off! Now the old bastard's gonna charge me to put it back on!! Why the FUCK would you make it chocolate?? You know I can't resist that!! Sasori: Sasori: Did I happen to tell you at some point, how Hidan came in here and messed up some of my important notes on my newest puppets? Deidara: You did. Sasori: And you made that cake in Hidan's favorite flavor, on purpose, so that it would blow up on him? In a place far from the cleanliness of my lab? Deidara: Yep. Sasori: Sasori, "tearing" up and hugging Deidara: So this is what true love feels like ...

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Therapist: Alright, we've heard from Kakuzu, now, Hidan, let's hear how you feel in regards to what your husband has said. Hidan: How I "feel"? Feeling shit is for pussies and bitches and I ain't neither. But you know what? This old fucker is lucky I haven't killed him in his sleep yet. All he ever does is bitch and moan over everything I do. Ain't nothing ever good enough for him! Kakuzu: If you object to my entirely fair criticisms so much, then why did you marry me? Hidan: The sex was great and your house was nicer than mine. Therapist: So love had nothing to do with it? Hidan, gruffly: Well ... shit I guess so. Maybe. Kakuzu: I love you too, you spoiled shithead. Hidan: Asshole. Kakuzu: Idiot. Hidan, grinning: Idiot-fucker. Kakuzu: *starts to bend Hidan over the desk* You know it. Therapist: A-hem. *clears throat* That'll be all for today, gentlemen. You've made some decent progress. Just let me pencil in a session for tomorrow and -- Hidan: Tomorrow? I thought this shit was only once a week?! Therapist: Oh, not for you. I always need an emergency appointment with MY therapist after talking to the two of you. Kakuzu and Hidan:

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Masterpiece *chef's kiss*

Kakuzu: *reading out-loud* "Dear Old Bastard, I saw a tree today and it made me think of you. It was old and crusty and looked ready to fall over. I wanted to light it on fire but red-eyes said no, we gotta respect nature or some shit. That pussy. I hope he burns the same way I hope YOU burn in hell, and your greed with all your money will probably send you there really soon. Then you can meet Lord Jashin and see that he's not a fake after all, heathen. Love, Hidan." Kakuzu, smiling fondly as he folds the paper back up: I must say, grammar and spelling aside, the brat's love letters are getting much more endearing. Konan: I'm sorry; love letters?!

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*Kakuzu walks into Hidan's room* Kakuzu: Brat? Come now; you've kept me and the mission waiting long enough. Where are you? Hidan, from the bathroom: I'm in here, old fucker. Kakuzu: I swear if you're spending an hour on your hair again ... Hidan: It ain't that, bastard! I ... I can't come out! Puppet-dick fucked me up! Kakuzu: ... Sasori? What are you talking about? Hidan: He said he'd treat me to some barbecue if I let him test one of his new potions on me. You know how I love some good barbecued meat! Anyway I drank it, and ... stuff happened, and now puppet-dick is working on a cure or some shit for it! Kakuzu: Good Lord ... well, it looks like your gluttony finally caught up with you, brat. What did he do to you? Hidan: *steps out of the bathroom to reveal long hair, wide hips, and large breasts* Hidan: He turned me into a bitch! Kakuzu: Kakuzu: And ... and this is terrible because -- ? Hidan: What do you mean? I'm a WOMAN! I have tits and -- Kakuzu: *grabs Hidan around the waist and pulls him closer* Why be in a rush to have Sasori fix this? Why don't we give this a few days, see what happens? You ... you look fantastic like this ... Hidan: ... I do? Kakuzu: *gently slips Hidan's robe off of his shoulder and starts kissing it* You do. *the next day* Sasori: Ah, Hidan. My apologies again for the mishap yesterday. But I'm working quite feverently towards an antidote, so rest assured that by this time tomorrow, you should be back to -- Hidan, covered in hickeys: N-no rush, puppet-dick. This new body ain't all that bad ~ Sasori:

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