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he was never afraid of death. from the day he’d stolen the tsuchkage’s forbidden scrolls to challenging the kazekage to the very last moment he could recall from his home world, deidara prided himself in the unwavering self confidence that motivated every risky action of his life. even now, as citizens quietly disappeared from the crumbling city, whispering talk of home was they went, there was nothing close to fear in his heart as he waited for time to be up.

except for the terrifying apprehension that followed unsaid words and unfinished feelings -- between he and someone who was meant to be immortal, no less. 

❝ sasori -- whether you can still hear me or not doesn’t matter, s’long as i can this off my chest, yeah. supposedly we’re being sent back home, and, well -- i don’t really know how someone already dead can return. so ‘m saying this now, while i still can, while you’re still right here -- ❞

❝ -- reuniting with you, here, wherever we are, i don’t think i will ever be grateful for anything else as long as i live, yeah. i‘m sorry for all the anger i’ve been holding against you this whole time; i’ve always blamed myself for your death. nothing else mattered after that. despite all the shit i’ve said to you, i’m glad you’ve found some peace, at least. if i could stay here with you, i would. as your partner, i would follow you anywhere, yeah, if i could. ❞

❝ akasuna no sasori, my man, my partner -- thank you for always being a teacher. sorry for always pissing you off, yeah. i’ll see you in the next life. ❞ // @theeternalartist

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i have made my peace over citta’s bittersweat end, but this is not the end of deidara -- you will see him on the other side, in isola radiale. if anyone plans on staying with citta hit that unfollow button and enjoy what’s left of it. until isola’s launch i will be putting everything on hold and revamping deidara’s entire blog in preparation, but in the meantime.. 

i would like to thank citta for always being here to come back to. i’ve been in and out of activity forever since i was 14!!! to find out the truth about a certain head mod has been hard for me, but all good things must come to an end. thank you citta for introducing me to some lifelong friends, being there for me during some hard spots, and most of all, allowing me the opportunity to grow into the person i am today. 

of course, please follow my twitter to stay in touch. (i'll be writing a goodbye post for deidara later tonight )

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IMPORTANT: PLEASE READ

Hey guys! This will probably be very unfortunate news to you all, but we’ve been put in a situation where we have to bring this to your attention. After 7 long years Citta is about to be closed. We don’t know when or if that is the 100% for sure outcome, or whether it was intended to let it die out quietly, however two mods have already quit and the rest of us have been effectively locked out of the masterlist without any communication from the head moderator.

I won’t get into too much detail about the circumstances here, but over the past week (and farther back in general) there have been some issues that we haven’t been able to address within the moderator team, and despite several attempts to rectify the situation it seems we won’t be able to come to satisfactory conclusion in the end.

But all hope isn’t lost. After some discussion during the past week, mods oo4, oo7, o13, and myself have decided to create a new group in its stead. 

Most importantly, Citta members will get an opportunity to claim muses they had in Citta at the time of closing and will retain all of their memories, unlocks, and a rank of equivalent value in our new system. 

In the meantime, feel free to continue any threads you currently have in the group since memories will carry over to the new group, however do not explicitly refer to citta. We’ll have new information very soon on this blog, so please keep an eye out! In the meantime I will be using my unlocked twitter here to address any questions or concerns. This will be a sad time for all of us and trust me when I say none of us wanted it to reach this point.

Thanks for your support, and I hope you’ll continue to support us in the future! We profusely apologize for any inconvenience or anxiety this change may cause you.

– mod 『 』 (David)

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❛ you live through it, or you die. ❜

❝ and such is the circle of life, young uchiha! it’s best you don’t forget that, else life will beat you down. will you give it such a satisfaction, hmm? ❞

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❛ Dara-chan, bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing. ❜

❝ luck is nothing more than an excuse for those who fail to take responsibility for their lives, yeah. i don't need it. ❞

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❛ i have to know, i have to. ❜

❝ so tell me, then – was losing your limbs worth it, stupid alchemist? you were a fool to believe you could afford the price to reviving the dead. you still have some maturing to do, yeah. ❞

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❛ aren’t you lucky, to have fallen in with such exciting people ? ❜

❝ dearest danna – i still remember when you first said that to me, yeah, ❞ curling the corner of his mouth into smirk, the artist recalled, silently, the amount of fury that sasori’s single comment had ignited in his heart. a lifetime later, he couldn’t help but chuckle at fate. if i knew then what i know now.. perhaps he would have shown more cooperation at the beginning of their partnership. perhaps he would’ve offed himself then and there if he knew sasori would be waiting for him in the afterlife. ❝ i am only lucky to have you meet these people first! ❞ 

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❛ you probably won’t survive. ❜

❝ if i don’t? ❞ his eye had already glossed over in exhilaration at the endless possibilities that his art could achieve, taking his euphoria even higher at the thought of dying in the name of ephemeral art – true to his (literal) artistic core, deidara could not imagine a sweeter death. ❝ it would be the most beautiful masterpiece of all. ❞

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DEATHLESS.

the following prompts were taken from the novel deathless by catherynne m. valente, an american novelist & poet. the novel was loosely based on the tale of koschei the deathless, incorporating other elements of russian mythology, & setting it against the backdrop of the russian revolution. feel free to change the pronouns / prompts as you see fit, but be warned – below the cut, it’s quite long !

❛ the service of your body is not yours to give as you please. ❜

❛ you probably won’t survive. ❜

❛ go. run. don’t look behind you. ❜

❛ i have come for the girl in the window. ❜

❛ i will never be without information. ❜

❛ i will see him with his skin off before i fall in love. ❜

❛ if the world is divided into seeing & not seeing, i will always choose to see. ❜

❛ secrets are jealous things, permitting no fraternization. ❜

❛ no, it’s not like that, when magic comes. ❜

❛ magic does that. it wastes you away. once it grips you by the ear, the world gets quieter & quieter until you can hardly hear it at all. ❜

❛ the sight of it bruised my heart so that i cannot think about anything else. ❜

❛ i’ll be so quiet, i’ll never talk again. ❜

❛ keep me & obey me, for i am your husband, & i can destroy you. ❜

❛ i shall be clever, & i shall not let him go. ❜

❛ it is a new world, & we do not wish to be left behind. ❜

Keep reading

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to: sasori ( @theeternalartist )  from: deidara

[ hery ]  [ it is very hard to type on these thongs ]  [ i meant things it sent thongs automatically ] 

[ how does this work ]  [ i keep gettng a new one in the mail when i lose th old one ] 

[ it must not be working you havent respondd yet ] 

[ 🤔] [ wow look at this guy i feel like him ]  [ look!!!! 🐦💥🍥 i love these images!!!!!] 

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i splatter pain & i am worthy. i am worthy.

Lahraeb Munir, from “premonitions of sad creations,” concave in a convex heart (via lifeinpoetry)

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❝ -- everyone should go to that pool party. they put me in charge of the after show, so it’s guaranteed to be a good time. i’ll show you all the true meaning of art, hm! ❞

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plastered all over the city are strange flyers, garbed in blue and white. upon them is a depiction of what seems to be a pool and floaties, along with the words HIVE CITY POOL PARTY scrawled in big, bold letters. the date reads JUNE 25 for all goers to arrive, along with tabs which give directions to where it is to be held come the day it starts. no name is listed on who might be the host, instead leaving it up to the imagination of whoever comes across the peculiar posters strung about the city. still, there seems to be a form of contact for those who might be interested in participating in entertainment and other things were they willing to venture this path. all one knows is that an impending pool party to greet summer is inevitable, leaving the citizens enough time to get ready for if they decide to show up to the gathering…

hello, everyone! for the next couple of weeks, a pool party will be organized for those who wish to partake. this will be a MEMBER RUN EVENT, so it will not count toward your rank - ups, however there’s still a lot of fun to be had. that being said, there’s a lot of things that can be done here! if you would like to participate in entertainment of any kind for it, feel free to send a message here to set things up so i can type it out in the introduction so people know the itinerary of things! anything is possible, whether with music, comedy acts, readings, etc. if you feel your character would love to perform something here for others then feel free to send a message this way! there are also other things such as medical attention for those who get injured and the like, so if you think your muse could interact with this in that way then you’re welcome to send a message as well!

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 theeternalartist: 

“Enduring the leash, huh?  I suppose that’s another thing we have different about one another.  While you kept it to yourself as being forced, I accepted this life simply to see what other artistic forms existed out there in the form of power.  Konan opened my eyes pretty well …”  a thought of the matter before a sly smile came to the Puppet Master, “but I suppose your eyes ended up being rather blind when it came to Itachi.  Huh?”  If only Itachi hadn’t ended the illusion, he thought.  Oh well.  Some good things came out of Deidara … Sometimes.

His eyes would narrow a bit as the arsonist approached the picture of Ultear and checked it over.  Did he have a memory held with that photo? As much as Sasori wanted to yell at him for being so close to it, he knew better not to.  The past was still deep within Sasori’s memory.  It would be the wrong thing to do even if he was against it.  Of course, a jab to Sasori’s current profession, but it wasn’t one he would take to heart at all.  What he didn’t know may be for the better.

“You can insult me and my business all you like, but this business of mine has given me more of an upperhand than you could imagine.  Running a business like this for the years I’ve been here, I’ve found myself with plenty of useful information in regards to inhabitants and the city, itself.  Not to mention the additions I’ve made to my collection through maddening times and encounters.”

To no surprise, Sasori found himself hearing about Deidara’s will to blow this city sky-high.   Unfortunately for the bomber, he had no idea how pointless of an act that would be.  He would take out lives, and he would leave a menacing hole in the land.  Within the next day, all of those lives would return as if nothing happened, and the city could probably be repaired in an instant.  It’s how it felt sometimes.

“Anything you may try to do in this city would be reverted in a matter of moments, Deidara.  There’s no point in fighting against the city.  We cannot die here in this hell.  We will only awaken the next day.  Anything you may try to do in this city may as well be reverted back to its original state as soon as you turn your back.  With how you are, this city may as well be your own personal hell.  My second chance … I’ve decided what I’m doing with it.  I’m leaving a mark in this city that will be everlasting.  May it be through my artistic pursuits or may it be through something else.”

❝ mm, ❞ pursing lips together in a hum, the artist waved a hand to concede the question of the inn’s use value, as well as the rest of sasori’s comments, it seemed. the idea, or memory, of simply submitting to the organization caused his mouth to twist into a disapproving frown. as much as he wanted to blast the remnants of the organization to hell, he silently acknowledged and appreciated the life it had given him. despite the restraints, he could not deny it was better than the alternative. 

❝ a little birdie tells me there are some of us here, yeah. itachi, blast him, but also an idiot with a mask with intentions of resurrecting the akatsuki, ❞ deidara spoke with a tilt of his head, a question posed in his eye. ❝ should this come to life, i want nothing to do with it, yeah. would you return? since you think so highly of some people. ❞

at the same time, his legs had carried him through the rest of the inn’s lobby before ultimately settling him on one of the couches. without a sliver of hesitance, legs were kicked up against the coffee table parallel to the couch, and his body comfortably reclined. talking of such whispers had put a damper on the previous excitement, putting him into a decline. the weight of the world seemed heavier on his shoulders at that moment -- it felt like he could never catch a break! despite the inner monologue, deidara gave the puppet master another smirk as he patted the vacant spot next to him, signaling for him to come and sit. 

❝ always so noble, danna! it puts a sour taste in my mouth to say, yeah, but an eternal playground such as this will only test the limits of my power -- once i get it back, hmm.❞  pausing to nonchalantly glance at his palm, which grinned right back at him, deidara let out a sigh. ❝ so long as i get it all back, actually. are you just as handicapped? ❞

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“Oh, you really don’t know do you…” Her shock merged into amusement, his comments rolling of her like water on a duck’s back. At first she had thought he had caught onto her lie.

Kofuku may be a sweetheart, but she was still petty enough to enjoy the power that knowing something the other didn’t gave her.

“You may think you know Sasori, but he isn’t the person he once was. You do anything to change that or upset him and I will make sure your life is nothing but gloom.”

Her demeanor completely changed as she spoke, an almost dark confidence about her as refused to be intimidated by him. Hands placed on her hips, her eyes remained fixed on his. Sure, she may not have Kokki or her full power, but she still knew how to make trouble for others.

how he hated to be underestimated. whether it was for his looks, age, artist style, there was always something that called for his dismissal and inferiority. as a shinobi, it usually worked to his advantage, but as an artist, a man, it fueled the age old anger that was rooted in the marrow of his bones. when it was apparent something had shifted in her attitude, the akatsuki member also reflected a slight change. he could tell there was something slumbering within her, but the possibility of danger never persuaded his thoughts. his eye flickered with impatience as the woman droned on and on about someone he didn’t know, nor cared for anymore. 

( and why should he? he was the bastard that had preached of eternity and fell to the hands of the leaf the very next day. this everlasting city had been the ultimate punishment for such artist insolence. ) 

❝ you can try to intimidate me all you’d like, ❞ lowering his voice to a delicate tone, he didn’t dare break their gaze. an unstoppable force meets an immovable object. ❝ there is little left in my life that you could threaten, yeah -- my dying partnership with sasori isn't one of them. regardless, my statement still stands: whatever feelings you are developing for that empty husk will be met with disappointment and disatisfaction, no matter the degree of change in him. when you grow bored of being bored, you should come find me. ❞

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A glare is all the answer needed for this confrontation. He would never forget a person like Deidara, no matter how much he wishes to forget. It just wasn’t in the stars tonight. Perhaps this time he’ll finish the job and make sure to crush every bone in Deidara body, mouths be dammed.

“The rat who thinks he can paint,  How annoying.”

 “I’lll tell you now. A even more annoying person lives in this city. A Uchiha.”

❝ uchiha this, uchiha that -- i’m tired of hearing about them, hm! ❞ he huffed with mild annoyance. even in death, that damned family overshadowed him still. while the younger brother no longer posed a threat to him as a genin, the artist had been lucky enough to dodge his former co-worker. ❝ whatever. why are you here? you only remind me of my old job ... i feel as if i’m supposed to chase you around, yeah. ❞