#SasoKaru

[sasoriweek]

It's that time of year again! Welcome to Sasori Week 2024: Dichotomy, where we are here to celebrate the one and only Akasuna no Sasori during his birthday week! This public event is hosted by the Sasori Bunraku Discord Server and will take place from Sunday, November 3rd to Saturday, November 9th and is welcoming of all shipping and non-shipping content across the SFW, NSFW, and dead dove spectrum. Please check out the Rules page on our blog for more information on participation and submissions.

We will also plan to open the Discord to new members for a short time closer to the event. Keep an eye on this blog for updates!

Prompts:

Sunday, 11/3 - Creation / Destruction

Monday, 11/4 - Haunted / Alone

Tuesday, 11/5 - Predator / Prey

Wednesday, 11/6 - Protean / Perpetual

Thursday, 11/7 - Mechanical / Supernatural

Friday, 11/8 - Desert / Oasis

Saturday, 11/9 - Blood / Rebirth

Promo art by @mayskalih

Sasori Bunraku server blog: @sasori-bunraku

[tropical-gothic]

Sasori would bring Karura home one day. She would find that he knew her like the back of his hand. That she could understand him-- at a touch, at a glance. And she would love him.

Stalker AU. Sasori is the stalker and Karura is the current stalk-ee. Stalker Ships: SasoKaru, SasoRasa, SasoThird Actual relationships: RasaKaru Endgame: SasoThird

“Oh! Oh--” Papers, still hot from the photocopy machine, scattered on the floor. “Oh, goodness, I didn’t see you there-- I’m so so sorry,” Karura knelt down to take the papers closest to her.

“That’s alright. I can set them in order later--”

“No, no, no-- I was the one who--- let me help you,” Karura looked up at the red-haired boy she just bumped into. She flashed him a smile. Little creases at the edge of her ocean-blue eyes. Her cheeks blossomed pink roses. Her gaze lingered just long enough. Their fingers brushed when she handed him back the papers.

It was exactly like how he imagined it. It was perfect.

Read the rest at AO3!

[sunagakurenosato]

Wait for me || Fanfiction

Inspiration: Come, there is a way to be good again. - Khaled Hosseini, Kite Runner

@narutorarepairweek Prompt “Together Against All Odds”

This is Chapter 2 of a fic I’d like to write. It’s not the first chapter so it has 0% explanation on how we get here. But it’s the emotional meatiness I wanted to write. So, basic premises: set in an AU, Karura survived, Rasa did not, Sasori was brought back through Edo Tensei but zoomed out into the forest before he went back to the Pure Land. And they meet again. In Karura’s house. Over breakfast.

Pairings: SasoKaru, implied RasaSasoKaru, semi implied Yasha + cough @mita-rashi cough

Tw: Medical terms, poison

Summary: Sasori survives the fourth shinobi war, and pays Karura a visit. There are hard feelings, but they get through it—one cup of foxglove at a time.

x.X.x

In after-death, as in life, Akasuna no Sasori needed to be bribed with old favorites--- else, he would starve before remembering that humans required food to survive.

But he seemed more patient now than when they last saw each other, a lifetime ago. Karura could not remember a moment when he sat still, doing nothing. Not sketching plans and scripts in a language she could never hope to understand. Not carving and daring her to shoo him away after scattering wood shavings on the dinner table.

She took a peek at the person who sat on the table--- no longer the boy who stood in the shadow of his towering puppets; just a man, with black eyes that looked much too old for his age.

“Could you help me with the oranges?” she asked, her voice a pitch higher. And in that second, she wasn’t a mother of three, and a perhaps-still-grieving widow-- but a young girl with too many questions stuck at her throat. “I know you like them with your… I remember, at least. But they’re a bit old and I don’t have---”

Sasori had the knife slicing through the orange before she could finish her sentence. The red juices stained the old knife-marks on her white chopping board.

“I saw the foxglove tea in your bedroom,” he said, fumbling for the right words. Slicing another blood orange. “It’s poisonous. I doubt Yasha---”

“He prescribed it, actually. For heart failure.” Karura plucked a few pieces of green cardamom from her spice jar. “I’m heating up water for it too. Once daily, one cup in the morning.”

“Oh.” The knife stopped in the middle of the orange.

“My heart isn’t beating right,” Karura explained, tossing the chosen spices into the mortar. “Something like that.” Crushed under the force of the pestle. “If I don’t drink it, blood clumps up in the heart. I get a stroke. I die.” Another forceful grind of marble against marble. “If I do drink it, I walk the tightrope between medicine and poison.”

The knife slowly made its way through the blood orange again.

“Suna’s pharmacology department wasn’t doing so well after the war,” the puppet corps usually handled that, because of their expertise in poison--- the study, the extraction, the distilling, the refining. These days the old training area was more a cemetery than a workshop. “So I stuck with tea.”

Neither of them looked at each other. Neither of them needed to. 

Karura felt Sasori’s disapproval. Sasori felt the pestle pulvurize the cardamom.

“...How’s Yasha?”

“He’s fine.” Karura scooped some coffee, fine as dust, into the ibrik. She thought of the girl her baby brother met recently in Konoha; that hint of excitement when she asked about the name; the blush on his cheeks when he said they would meet for dinner when he goes back. Then she decided, with enough force to send the next scoop of powder-fine coffee flying in the air, that Sasori had forfeited his right to hear her excitement when he left years ago.

She added the spices and sugar, and then moved on to cooking breakfast while Sasori was busy juicing the blood oranges. 

He said nothing. So she said nothing. 

Instead, Karura concentrated on the tomatoes in her pan. She told herself that she wasn’t angry--- negative emotions don’t make delicious food. No, she wasn’t angry at all.

She’s gotten over the sudden departure. She’s not thinking, selfishly, of the worried nights; the Sasori is never late; the sinking feeling of a wanted poster falling onto her lap. Karura didn’t remember days she missed him--- on moments in her life she thought a dear friend should have shared. Or at least held her hand, and told her that he’ll find her husband. If not in the desert, rotting, then in the memories they shared. Once upon a time.

She wasn’t thinking of that when she poked at the tomatoes, forcing the juice out of them.

She remembered though, very clearly, the days that she did not miss him. Like the day Suna’s fastest hawk flew to the Hokage’s encryption team. He was my son. They were my children. That was our home you--- you--

Karura snatched the juice from his hands, poured it, and buried the ibrik deep into the hot sand.

They stood in silence while the kitchen sizzled, and the heat from the stove clung to their skin.

It felt like an eternity before Sasori opened his mouth.

Only to close it again.

The tomatoes were ready.

She cracked open an egg. The unbroken yolk started to form and only then did she remember--- Sasori liked his shakshouka scrambled. Nobody in the house liked it that way. Rasa thought it was breaking breakfast tradition if it wasn’t poached. They argued about it long enough for her to serve them a plate each.

Karura broke the yolk and stirred the eggs in.

While the tomatoes sizzled, she took a peek back at Sasori who was looking through the pots on the other side of the kitchen. She thought that she could start the conversation. It would be simple.

‘Sasori, why did you leave? Leave us without a word? Leave me behind?

‘Sasori, why did you kill the Sandaime Kazekage? I had to learn this from Yashamaru. A report being written for the Kazekage. He wept for you, you know? We haven't heard about you for years and…’

‘Did you know they were my kids? Did you know they were Rasa’s? Did you see the little one year old following you around the house on unsteady legs when you poisoned my baby?

‘Gaara… I could have sworn I felt my heart stop that day. I was stuck in Konoha. They called it a funny name when I was brought to their hospital--- a heart failure from heart break. They called it the same thing when I found out about Rasa.

‘You know about Rasa, right?’

So, why didn’t she?

Sasori disappeared into the direction of her room. Because Sasori did as he pleased--- even if she had warned him that no one should see him in her home. Temari, in particular, would let half the house crumble down if it meant burying Sasori with it. Karura told herself that he could take care of himself.

She was only worried for the shakshouka that might be uneaten if he left again. Nobody in the house liked it that way. Nothing more.

The eggs and tomatoes slid into a large plate for breakfast. Just in time for Sasori to come back, foxglove tea in hand. He pulled out an old coffee pot from the back of the cabinet.

He looked at the tea, then the coffee pot, until finally to Karura. “It will take me five days, at least. The foxglove needs to be fermented. And then the extraction process---- maybe two days, for the best yield. But if I get it right, get it measured…”

At the corner of her eyes, Karura could see the coffee in the hot ibrik starting to foaming.

“Why?”

That one word was a start to a million questions. To days upon days without straight answers.

It felt like an eternity before Sasori opened his mouth.

“...I don’t know.”

Karura’s lips trembled. 

She might have felt her heart tighten up. 

Something hot and bitter foaming and bubbling up to her throat---

But when the coffee in the ibrik took its first breath, Karura gently took it by the handle and poured the coffee into the demitasse. Not a drop spilt.

“Can I stay?” he asked.

Karura held the demitasse in her hands.

Then, the way she did whenever Sasori came over for breakfast, all those years ago, she brought the cup to her lips to taste it. Strong. Tart. With a hint of warm spices, somewhere below.

“It’s good.”

Sasori poured the hot water into her tea. He lifted the cup up, and then made a face before he even took a sip. “I forgot how unpleasant some scents are.” But he took that sip, and then made another face.

Karura let a laugh slip by.

She took the cup and drank it, walking the tightrope between medicine and poison. Once daily. One cup in the morning.

[akatdollie]

Cara Mio 

Wind chimes clap in the night breeze, solemn and hollow. They are the bones of trees, stolen from a foreign land and carved into ambient shapes. Sasori watches them from the window, ears ringing from the sound of their applause. 

The desert howls. Louder, louder, louder, sounding cacophonously down his spine. Wind chimes quiver, rattle, roar, barely deafened by the dust flying through the air. 

Then it stops, thick tapestry flapping shut over the window. The visage of the Third stares back at him, immortalized in gold and navy weave. It is not the only icon haunting their house.

Baring his teeth, Sasori stalks into the kitchen, pulling bags of rice and spice out of the cupboard in several practices moments. Not long after the stove is popping, pots bubbling with savory red. His stomach twists at the mouth watering scent, drifting down the halls and under doors.

His son whines, hungry. Sasori stays put, wooden spoon frozen in bloody stock. He hears Yasha’s soft voice, reassuring, that, dinner will be ready soon, dear. It’s time to pray for mama. Like we do every sandstorm, remember?

Gaara sniffles. When mama come home? And Yasha—maybe. Maybe.

He sounds so much like Karura, it aches. It aches.

Sasori’s breath stops. So do the cries. Then, jerkily, he stirs again, before the food—or his eyes—burn.

A toss of olive oil and a pile of cubed beef later, and Sasori is setting a low table with red-riced dishes. Yasha joins him right after, cooing at a wriggling Gaara. At least with the toddler distracting him, he does not notice the picture of his sister set before an overloaded platter. 

Sasori notices, though. The curse of an extraordinary power of observation—it leaves him broken, more often than not.

When Yasha smiles like that - down at his son like that - eyes dark like that - Sasori’s mind imagines that— this is what she would look like. She—Karura, in love with love and brimming with life. Karura, stronger than he ever was. Karura, hardworking and soft-hearted. 

It will be the death of you, he remembers teasing, head resting on her navel. Her fingers in his hair.

He did not mean it. He did not. 

But Sasori pushes his plate away, stomach twisting with guilt. “I’m not hungry,” he tells the table, unable to look at the other two.

@sunagakurenosato​

[eikyu]

(I’m posting the SasoKaru artwork that I got in a trade a couple months ago because more people need to see and appreciate this ship

Art by: @godzillered on Instagram!)

[sasori-no-akasuna]

Mitsuko spent most of the day making little crayon drawings for Dad. They are of nothing in particular-- just the best colors put together in the best way. She would present them to Sasori saying "Happy Day" before running back to make another. Every now and then, it would come with a flower stuck to the paper. Once, she handed him a bunny-- it was not a familiar bunny but it came with the same bright smile on Mitsuko as she said "Happy Ber Day!"

National Scorpion Day@sunagakurenosato

Karura had insisted on celebrating his birthday somehow and had been in the kitchen for half the day. Knowing her, she was slaving away on a feast meant for a king - homemade birthday cake included since she now knew his favorite flavor. 

He’d spent most of his time in his living room, alternating between sketching and reading. Mitsuko was scampering around, a tiny flash of red hair in his periphery. She would run up to him and thrust a drawing into his hands ( in turn, he would put on his best ‘art critic’ voice and lavish praise about the latest work of the ‘great artist Mitsuko.’ She always found it funny. ) 

Every so often she’d disappear into the kitchen, probably to run figure-eights around her mother’s legs, causing just enough mischief to allow Sasori to hear his wife’s melodic laughter from the other room. 

At one point, the house got strangely quiet and Sasori glanced up from his newest sketch to find his daughter running around in the garden. He allowed himself a small smile and turned back to his work, only to be interrupted moments later by another gift being thrust into his face. 

“Happy Ber Day!” She chimed a little too loudly, holding her latest find up for her dad to admire. Sasori had to blink a few times before he was able to focus on the young rabbit in her hands. He sighed softly and carefully took the frightened animal from her hands, “Mitsuko, how did you get this?” 

“Garden!” 

“I figured as much, I mean how?” 

“Carrots!” 

Sasori’s brown eyes lifted to find Karura in the doorway, her hand over her lips to hide her amusement. He merely arched a brow at her. “Uh huh... And Mitsuko, what have I told you about bringing wild animals into the house?”

“She’s not wild! She’s my friend, she lets me pet her all the time! Her name is Yuki!” She was rocking on her heels now, clearly pleased with the present she gathered for her dad. 

Sasori took a moment to stroke his thumb over the bunny’s fur before glancing back up at his daughter. “It’s very thoughtful of you, but don’t you think Michi would like to stay with her friends in the garden? Like Hana and Midori?” ( A butterfly and frog respectively. ) 

Mitsuko seemed to ponder this a moment before nodding and holding her hands out to take back Michi.  “Yep! I’ll go take her back and put her in the irises. She’ll love it there!” Sasori carefully handed the bunny over and she took off like a shot, ducking between her mom’s legs in her haste. 

Sasori could only look at Karura in pure amusement to which she smiled brilliantly. “You know, she gets that from you.” He hummed as Karura made her way across the room to curl up on the couch with him. She laughed softly at his statement, “Maybe so, but she gets her inquisitive nature from you.” 

[spiritwithinthesand]

I HAVENT BEEN ON IN FOREVER. BUT. I WROTE A THING PREVIOUSLY.

It’s a lemon and SasoKaru in case it’s your NOTP.

[sasoriweek]

Come one, come all, Sasori lovers!

It is January 1st, 2024 and the Sasori Bunraku server is OFFICIALLY OPEN!

About the server: We are a community of artists, writers, and fans of Sasori. We are strictly 18+ and open to all things from SFW to dead dove. Our goal is to support others in our community, regardless of "popularity" level or output. We are here to create a positive hype space for all by sharing works and engaging with others!

Server perks: We will be the hub for Sasori Week 2024 as well as other events. We will also be hosting art streams, writing sprints, and in-server flash fic events. We even have custom emoji by wonderful artists in our community!

So if you, too, are a Sasori truther and wish to join us, we will be happy to have you! Link will be active for one week.

[Art by the wonderful @frostmarris]

[tropical-gothic]

Karura demands that Sasori pay for a slice of her delicious pie. Fluff ensues.

Rating: General Audiences Ship: SasoKaru Mostly smooches! Fluff! Cuteness! Special thanks you @thatshipcat who gave the prompt for this! And trimmed down the idea from a long fic to a short digestible <1000 one <3 Thank you super!

Excerpt: 

Perfectly whipped cream gently spread over a bed of yellow pie filling, the graham crust peeking from the sides of the still cold dish. Thin slices of lime and zest for a pop of green on the white.

But before he could sink his fork into the still unpartitioned key lime pie, Karura pulled the dish away from him. 

Sasori pouted. His fork stabbed the table with a dull thud, leaving four little dents on the wood.

“It’s going to cost you, this time.”

Read the rest at AO3!

[sunagakurenosato]

@naruto-magic-week

Prompt: Love Potion No. 9

Summary:  Ingredients for Love Potion No. 9 3 shots of chili vodka 2 Martinis 1 Daquiri, shared 1 Kiss, also shared

The barkeep came back with a bottle of red alcohol. It didn’t look special. The only thing that was out of the ordinary was the smile Karura had.

Definitely more mischievous than it was warm.

She poured two shots. “Ready?”

Sasori eyed her with great suspicion. “What’s this?”

“A shot.”

One. He meets her eyes.

Two. She nods her head.

Three.

[akatdollie]

SASOKARU for the ship meme thing

Send me 💘 + A SHIP and i’ll tell you—

SasoKaru,Sunan Sweethearts Verse

where they first met andhow - They met on Karura’s sixth birthday, which is only a coupledays after Sasori. This was the first year that his parents weren’t there tocelebrate with him, and the date passed him by. He was wandering theneighborhood and was drawn to the sounds of a party, which Sasori had to crash(naturally). He becomes great friends with Karura and Yasha and is invited tothe next birthday party (which he would have crashed anyways).

how long their‘flirting’ phase was before feelings got involved - They just? Naturally came together. Therewasn’t much flirting between them, just two kids that had fun making flowercrowns and eating rock candy who noticed one day that their hearts beat fasteraround each other.

who fell for who first (if applicable ) - Karura fell for Sasori first. She tends to get crusheseasily, I feel. She realizes she loves him after he steals medicine for her(and is caught and punished). Meanwhile Sasori is kind of dumb and - he noticesthat he fixates on her a bit, and just stares at her trying to figure out why,and then she looks up and smiles and his pulse skyrockets like - oh.Probably should have a doctor check that out.

where their first datewas and what it was like - On the cliff just outside Suna. There is a small pathknown by village children which they use to get out of the city withoutdetection.

who asks who out and how( with a sign? spelled out on a cake? just a simple ‘will you go out with me’? ) - When they’re in their young teens, Karuraprepares a bunch of food and asks Sasori if he’d like to go on a picnic whenthe sun is low/setting. He agrees, though at first he doesn’t get why Yashawasn’t invited, but then she grabs his hand and leans in close. He gets thehint, and ducks his head.

if they keep / kepttheir relationship secret or let everyone know right away - Karura told Yasha immediately, not onlybecause Sasori was his friend, too, but because she kinda gushes over theromantic details. Yasha doesn’t always get it but, eh. As long as she’s happy…

if they adopt any petstogether - Sasori has his own collection of bugs which Karuraoccasionally cares for when he asks. Though I feel that Karura may bring homean injured bird that causes mayhem when it tries to eat some of Sasori’scollection.

who’s more dominant - Sasori, though Karura tends to make the firstmove.

where their first kisswas and what it was like - It was on their first date, on the cliffs outside Suna.

if they have anymatching couples stuff ( mugs? sweaters? pillowcases? ) - To be fair, civilian Sunans seem to wear theexact same outfit everywhere (blue robes, eggshell/white scarves), but Sasoriin particular likes to match, or at the very least not clash.

how into pda they are - Adult Sunans aren’t very affectionate (in myHCs), but Karura is all hearteyes whenever Sasori holds her hand or puts hisarm around her shoulder. He makes excuses to do so.

who holds the umbrellawhen it rains - I think they both stare at the sky dumbstruck, then Karurabreaks out in a smile, because it hardly ever rains in Suna. At least notenough to need an umbrella.

where their usual ‘datespot’ is ( if applicable ) - They meet by the well that no one notices anymore. Thebottom is dry but filled with coins where they have made wishes - a traditionthat is not strictly Sunan, but is popular among younger people.

where the proposalhappens and how ( kiss cam at a baseball game? on a hillside surrounded byducks? at a disney park? ) - See above.

who proposes first - Once Sasori figures out they’re together, he’spretty much determined that they’re going to get married and be like a betterversion of his parents. He proposes as soon as he’s of age. A young marriage (but then again, life expectancyprobably isn’t great in canon).

who’s more protective - Sasori would kill for Karura. But Karura tendsto notice his shift in moods/emotional vulnerabilities. (He’s more physicallyprotective, while she’s more psychologically protective).

how long it is beforethey sleep together ( can be as in ‘had sex’ or as in ‘shared a bed’ ) - They’ve had sleepovers since forever haha.

if they argue aboutanything - If they argue about anything, it’s about how Sasoridoesn’t communicate needs, particularly when he’s in a dark state and relyingon Karura to help him. (Feelings? What feelings?)

who leaves more marks (lipstick, hickeys, scratchmarks etc. ) - I’m not really sure about this, but I’mleaning towards Karura; Sasori doesn’t like it when his things get damaged.

who steals whose clothesand how often - Sasori steals Karura’s clothes, especially herheadscarves, which is very funny when Yasha tries talking to him from behindthinking Sasori is his sister.

how they cuddle (spooning? facing each other? ) - Spooning. Karura likes hugs and Sasori needs them.

what their favouritenonsexual activity is - I want to say going to the greenhouse and picking flowers(some poisonous, some pretty).

how long they stay madat each other - As a general rule, Sasori can stay mad at anyone foreternity… but I don’t think he gets mad at her.

what their usual coffee/ tea orders are - Sasori has thick, imported coffee while Karura has icedtea (maybe sweet?).

if they ever have anychildren together - I HOPE SO. At least four.

if they have any specialpet names for each other – Karura @ Sasori, “Love.” Sasori @ Karura… wordshe traces on her skin but doesn’t say.

if they ever split upand / or get back together - I feel like there is a period in their young lives wheretheir relationship is strained (maybe Rasa is attempting to court Karura andSasori dislikes it), but in this verse, at least, they don’t split up.

what their shared livingspace is like ( messy? clean? what kind of decor? ) - Sasori is an organized hoarder within hisworkshop - he keeps everything he thinks he can use. His stuff in livingspaces, however, is contained to the bookshelves; all the other space is filledwith Karura’s things. Pictures of family, pictures of them, some sketches thatSasori has given her, flowers on the kitchen table. Warm, light decor. Shemakes it feel like home.

what their firstchristmas / hanukkah / etc as a couple was like - Suna doesn’t celebrate either holiday in myheadcanons, but there are plenty of festivals devoted to various gods, wherethe city swells with merchants and food vendors from all across the Land ofWind and sometimes other countries. It gets very crowded, so Sasori grabbedKarura’s hand to make sure they didn’t lose each other. (That was his excuse.Karura was very delighted, of course.)

if they have any ‘coupletraditions’ ( buying a new mug for their collection every year? baking everyfriday evening? ) - For various reasons, they celebrate their birthdaytogether. Yasha is always invited.

who falls asleep firstand who wakes up first - Karura falls asleep and wakes up first; if consumed in aproject, Sasori may not sleep until dawn.

who’s the big spoon /little spoon - They switch depending on who needs comfort more. Sasoriprefers to be the big spoon.

who hogs the bathroom - Sasori, who doesn’t leave home withouteyeliner/perfectly messy hair/occasionally face paint

who kills the spiders /takes them outside - Karura takes the spiders outside after they initiallystartle her. Sasori keeps them as pets.

X

[eikyu]

Burn It.

I wish I could write a list called "Things I Want to Forget". Things I've learned that I don't need to know any longer, things that are better left in the past. Things that only serve to hurt me now. 1. The way she looks at everyone like they're the most important and special person in the world. (But how she manages to make it mean more when she's looking at me) 2. The way her voice sounds when she's just woken up, just a little deeper and slower than usual. Warm and entreating, like the way she holds me prisoner in my bed with her arms twined tightly and her breath soft on my neck. 3. That I can touch my pointer finger to my thumb around her wrist, a perfect circle. 4. The particular flecks and dots in each of her eyes, how they feel like being pulled deeper and deeper into a cosmic sea. Vaster in depth and breadth the longer you gaze. 5. The sound of my name on her tongue, the way she folds it and curls it and cuts with her voice it until it sounds more like a song 6. Her favorites. There are almost too many to name but I'd like to forget them all so that I can finally stop seeing her in everything. The flowers, the books, the foods, fabrics, streets, colors, smells. All of it. 7. The way she stands beside me, her body fitting perfectly against mine. 8. Her laughter, a bright sound carried on a hot breeze. A smile that could light up the entire village. 9. The way her face betrays any halfhearted lie she tries to tell. The way she feels every emotion so strongly that she has to express it or she'd burst. 10. The way it feels to hold her and know completely, wholeheartedly, with the most certainty one could ever feel, that she's mine. 11. That 10 was a lie. 12. That she also looks at someone else like they're the sun, and that he holds her and knows completely, wholeheartedly, with the most certainty one could ever feel, that she's his. 13. That 12 is the truth. 14. That I will likely never love something more for as long as I live. I want to painstakingly write this list. Every detail, however minute. I want to write Karura down from head to toe, every single feature, quirk and flaw. I want to record our entire relationship from start to finish, all the times we sat in the stale workshop, the hours spent stargazing, the smiles I gave to her like they were the rarest gift I could possibly give. Then, when I'm done, I want to burn it.

[sasori-no-akasuna]

[sasoriweek]

Welcome to Sasori Week 2023, where we are here to celebrate the one and only Akasuna no Sasori during his birthday week with some new content! This public event will take place from Sunday, November 5th to Saturday, November 11th and is welcoming of all shipping and non-shipping content across the SFW, NSFW, and dead dove spectrum. Please check out the Rules page on our blog for more information on participation and submissions.

Prompts:

Sunday, 11/5 - Preservation / Fear

Monday, 11/6 - Truth / Trapped

Tuesday, 11/7 - Time / Kazekage

Wednesday, 11/8 - Enemy / Love

Thursday, 11/9 - Partners / Fantasy

Friday, 11/10 - Criminals / Family

Saturday, 11/11 - Beauty / Death

Promo art by @mayskalih

[tropical-gothic]

This might be weird but how do you think Sasori would react to being around someone hopeful, optimistic, and always seeking the good in others and seeking beauty in the world? Would that be something he would be annoyed by or might it be something after a lot of explanation he could possibly come to begrudgingly respect?

Hi anon! As Sasori and Karura constitute my OTP, I have many thoughts on this. But I will also mention songs and fics the way annoying parents shove 938190 pictures of their newborn your way so--- exit now or subject yourself to my rambling. (Skip to the end for a TLDR)

Karura is generally that hopeful, optimistic, seeing good in others kind of girl. She's also been orphaned like Sasori. Unlike Sasori, she's also from a lower socioeconomic background, not formally educated, and not a shinobi. So shit's twice as hard. (All headcanon btw since we get so little of her.) Yet despite this, she's still seeing the best in people and believes that everyone has a bit of goodness.

And maybe Sasori likes that. Maybe Sasori does want to be loved-- he just wants to skip over the parts that make him vulnerable, and the parts that make him hurt when she (eventually and inevitably because they all do, they always do) leaves.

She will when she sees all the rot inside him. When she learns that he finds it exhausting trying to keep up with her--- and she's an open book with no secrets but he's a heavily guarded royal tomb with booby traps every 3 steps. (I kind of wrote this out in a fic called All this and Heaven too) So much of his venom, I feel, is a protective mechanism that ALSO ends up isolating him from people who could love him and because of that isolation, his worldview of how people are is validated. Even if he is surrounded by people who do care for him.

So a lot of my SasoKaru writings work because they meet when Sasori is younger (jaded, but a lot less so than when he's already defected). The idea that people will abandon you and you should only look after yourself hasn't been hammered down as strongly yet. So she can still convince him that some people won't leave. She won't.

GENERALLY, for me, this ends in two ways. Either Sasori accepts this and they have arguments cuz people tend to be stuck to their ways but, eventually, they have their happily ever after (Read: All this and Heaven too). OR Sasori's controlling side (manifested as a way to make sure people don't leave. forcibly) comes out and he puts this on Karura. (A dark fic for this would be Wasteland.)

TLDR: To someone like Karura, Sasori would react like any wounded animal who needs some love and care. Hiss at and spit venom because he's frightened and vulnerabilities could hurt. But, eventually, with time and trust and some quiet persistence-- they do come together.