#SasoKonan

[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

[spellcasterlight]

Hi there Congenial Clownfish Anon! 😊

Oooooo, now this is an interesting pair! Never written Konan before, but I've always liked her, so this was a treat!

I hope you like it! ✨

Suffer For Your Art - [Sasori x Konan]

@sasori-mini-bang - Day 1 Prompt: Modern Criminal AU

@badthingshappenbingo - Tile 18: Put Down Your Gun and Step Away

Warnings: Mafia Alternative Universe. Knives. Guns. Shooting. Violence. Swearing. Minor Character Death. Blood. Unrealistic Law Practices. Major Character Death.

Story Link: [Ao3🔗]

Ao3 ✨ | WIP Game Always Open ✒️| Ko-Fi ☕

[itsakami]

What loving an OTP eventually feels like

[zombie-honeymoon]

An older SasoKona fic of mine that I'm sharing for the multi Sasori month! These two just go so well together.

Summary:

Sasori and Konan enjoy a date at the local art gallery and then a late lunch afterwards.

@multisasori

[naruto-shipping-confessions]

[musaics]

I watched the scene where Konan recruits Sasori and she calls him ‘young man’ but like? They’re the same age roughly? He’s 35 when he dies, she’s 35 when she dies. He hadn’t transformed himself into a puppet at the time so??? Why she say ‘young man’?? Unless ya girl’s just polite. 

[blackkatmagic]

Konan: *Descends from the sky on paper wings to beat Sasori into the Akatsuki*

Sasori: Oh no, she's hot.

Konan: Oh no, he's hot.

Pein: ...

Pein: Oh no.

[aprito]

what are your favorite crackships and which ones do you hate? What do you think of sasodei, sasokonan, sasotobi and sasohina (yes, there are people who ship them and it's a little weird, but)

my favorite sasori ship is him and the ditch he was left in

as for the rest

[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]

[clem-chan]

Drabbletober: Strangers Talk

Title: On Matters of Art and Beauty

Summary: Sasori visits the museum in an agitated state. Museum!AU

Ship: SasoKonan

Drabbletober day 1, prompt: Strangers talk. 

See here the other prompts on my list.

Submit a prompt here.

Word count: 219 (I simply cannot be bothered to respect word count limits, so I guess this is a double-drabble-ish?)

The museum was empty when Professor Sasori walked in briskly. In the room of the new collection, he bent down, his nose almost touching the protective glass of the new collection as he observed the shape and relief of the artefacts displayed there.

Quietly, art curator Konan shadowed him.

Konan enjoyed how the art professor watched artefacts, sculptures and paintings. No matter the medium, Sasori admired art. He didn't jump from piece to piece like the other Museum visitors. He took his time, always following the order of presentation. She also enjoyed the professor's art-oriented comments and questions.

Today, Sasori seemed distant, distracted. He retraced his steps often, lips and eyes hardening. He didn't speak.

His impassive face turned toward her at the last object of the exhibit. Konan froze.

"There’s a new student," Sasori volunteered, his lips barely moving. "A prodigy, they call him, but he has no taste in art."

"Isn't art in the eye of the beholder?" Konan replied carefully.

They had never broached any personal subject before.

Sasori returned to his contemplation of the last piece letting the silence grow, stiff and uncomfortable before replying in a whisper: "There's beauty that cannot be denied."

Konan risked a glance at his gleaming skin, his polished appearance.

"I supposed you're right," she muttered still watching him.

[sasoribunraku]

We Are Open!

Hello all! We are happy to announce that we are opening Sasori Bunraku discord server to new members! We are an 18+ server open to everything from PG to dead dove content, and we are the hosting server of Sasori Week 2024! @sasoriweek

We hope to see you there!

[spellcasterlight]

Pride for the WIP game!

Hi there Delightful Dachsador Anon! 😁

Pride I have!

Warnings: None - under the cut simply for length!

Thanks for the ask! ✨

Ao3 ✨ |Story Request Bingo Cards 📖 | WIP Game Always Open ✒️| Ko-Fi ☕

Suffer For Your Art - [Sasori x Konan]

“I knew Yahiko when we were young. I went to law school, and he joined the organisation.”

Whether to do with the memory or that line on the page was particularly insulting, she scored a line that looked like it nearly went through several of the contacts pages.

“So you’re loyal to him because of your history?”

She didn’t reply, reading a paragraph that required her full attention instead. He pulled his already sharped to perfection knife through the sharpener one more time. His grandmother always did say he was an overachiever as well as a perfectionist.

“Are you in love with him?”

Sasori didn’t know why he asked, he didn’t care one way or another, but he *was* interested that the question made her fountain pen pause in its underlining of the following line she had decided needed to be changed.

“Maybe at one time,” Konan said in an airy voice that quickly drifted away from her devoid of all emotion like she used when she spoke in a courtroom, she was already returning to work. “But he’s changed. His greed has taken hold of him and warped him into someone different.”

Sasori thought that was stupid to say for one of the most intelligent people he had ever met. There wasn’t a single person who wasn’t driven by greed, moulded by it in one shape or form. People said pride was the strongest of the seven sins, but they had never been on an assignment where someone willingly shot their teammate point blank to get an extra cut of the loot as he had.

Pride got people killed. Greed kept people going to be able to get more until their end was decided for them.

[itsakami]

This is probably how my friends look like when I text them about my OTPs.

[amorintentia]

SOMEbody let this boy be on a team with Konan already

Pein stop getting in the way of true love, for Pete’s sake. Just let the boy near his artistic doki doki source.

[doki-sasori]

*music note*

Send me a “♪” and I’ll write a drabble for our characters based off whatever song comes up on shuffle

I swear I didn’t do this…. Really, I had Konan next after Chibi and I started to scream “No” when those four saxophone notes hit. XD

Ain’t No Other Man

Going to Kakuzu was a horrible choice for advice since the oldest member just shrugged the origami nin, shooing her away and replying with. “Do your thing, honey.”

Konan stifled over words as her back went rigid. Just do my thing? How could he just turn her away like that? Did he not have any experience in relationships? As he faced away to his bingo book, the woman stared at the back of his head, hoping to light it on fire. When the flames never burned, the blue haired ninja gritted her teeth. “Are you serious?”

The set of dark shoulders told her to leave as they shrugged again, never giving her another glance. Quietly, the angel turned away and made her exit for the hall. Not all hope was lost however. Who else could the smitten woman turn to for any insight on the object of her affection? Maybe… Deidara?

“The hell makes you think I’m friends with that arsehole?” The useless reply only caused Konan to shake her head. Another dead end even though she was sure the sculptor knew of at least something about that red haired man.

“You’re his partner.” She pointed out.

“So? The only time I ever see him is when we’re out on missions.” Deidara spat out, irked heavily but inquiring him about the pain in his neck on top of interrupting him from his current project. He just returned form imploding one of the headquarters in Kumogakure with the annoying bastard and he did not want to have to think about him. Once he felt the older woman was still in the room, he sharply turned his head towards her again. “I don’t even know his favorite food.”

Amber eyes almost rolled at this. ‘You don’t know he doesn’t have a favorite food because he doesn’t even eat…’  Without finding anymore reason to be in his room, the ex. Ame shinobi returned to the hall and leaned against the wall in thought. After establishing the organization, Konon found herself lost of light with no laughing nor smiling in her life. Just dread any seriousness along side Pein at first.

The men of the Akatsuki whined and complained over the smallest things but not that puppeteer, Sasori. Unlike the others after their recruitment, the man bore no ill will against Konan after his defeat. This trait of maturity caught her eyes as they spoke to one another whilst journeying to the Akatsuki base. The redhead was only in his mid teens but already achieved the rank as an S class ninja for killing a Kage on his own and he was quite the genius for figuring out how to use a shinobi’s jutsu through a puppet. Very impressive of him but the young man still had much to learn since she herself overcame his techniques.

When she examined his arms, she could tell by their definition he had been manipulating marionettes for most of his life before trailing her gaze to lower regions. He was very fit with little body fat, not unusual for rouge ninja on the run. At his age, he appeared to have reached full development if that bugle between his leg told her any— Konan faced away from unprofessional thoughts and cursed herself for thinking such a thing. Not a good start but at least the readhead had not noticed.

Often, Konan found herself traveling her stare on his body when the young man wasn’t looking. They were partnered together as the group gathered more members but when Orochimaru came, Konan had Pein. She voiced her opionon how she should have remained with the puppeteer but the final word was down. Sasori showed little emotion like her leader but at least the scorpion had spunk and could let loose. No could replace the redhead, no else was like him especially when he reveal to her first of his body change.

When Sasori ask to met with her in private, multiple emotions of worry, happiness and curiosity, just to name a few, pooled in her mind. When alone, he reveal he had told Pein and felt it best for Konan to know since she was second in command. When the puppeteer disrobed, the paper angel thought of only ludicrous ideas but when she remembered the Deva path witness the same thing, she didn’t understand. Then came the ringing of metallic blades opening as Konan took in the sight of a wooden body. It did not take anything away from his attractiveness to her surprise.

Years flew by, missions came and went, conversations swapped between the two as the scorpion caught the paper angel in a web of strings without lifting a finger. Growing close to him warmed her heart when the coldness of isolation took over in her dark world. Sasori brought a certain light in his eyes whenever they were together and she wanted to take things a step further. She gave up on the notion of asking others and opted to just confront the man face to face about her feelings.

Knowing his location, the Ame nin left the wall and strolled towards the puppeteer’s room. Konan welcomed herself in, as she always did, and found him sitting at his work table. Amber hues fell upon wooden intricate fingers installing tiny gears into a limb cavity as the angel waited for the man to finish. Aware of her presence and giving her a quick glance, Sasori closed the socket on the arm.

Time for the initiation. “I have a proposition for you. It would be of you best interest to listen.”

A silent paused filled the space before Sasori’s sultry voice questioned. “Does it have anything to do with your more voluptuous change in appearance?”

Brows rose. “Excuse me?”

“I see you are wearing a darker shade than your normal eye shadow.”

He noticed?! Yes, she planned on meeting with him that day and dressed herself in a way to feel more appealing to the other but the two men she just spoke to never batted an eye. Sasori only gave her a swift look over and yet, he caught almost every change she made.

“I never thought a woman like yourself would wear a push up bra either.”

Konan face against the rising heat to her cheeks as she sighed lowly. “What do you mean a woman like myself?” Konan’s tone remain her default calmness but her heart raced as Sasori noticed her slight added details. That was the second to last addition she made. Leaving the hideout normally warranted mission so yes, she wouldn’t need such a enhancing article of clothing but she had one nevertheless.

“I can see pass almost anything. I know you’re the one who keeps everyone in line with more logical methods than sensual.” Sasori picked up a gear towards his face, looking at the paper nin in its reflection before setting it back down. “I see you as more fetale than femme but women are creatures who are full of surprises. I think the proposition you have in mind is more towards a private matter.”

Konan formed a soft smile while closing her lids. That man’s analytical skills were something to admire. Just another thing which drew her closer to him. Very classy with his appearance but also a complete badarse with his ninjutsu. He was a skillful shinobi and she didn’t mind him having her heart.

“Also, your cloak seems a size smaller than normal.”

Aw, caught every one. Her eyes opened as she stepped right beside him instead of behind and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Are you implying I’m dressed like this for you?“

“No. I never said that.” The puppet couldn’t feel her light pressure but he sensed her approaching. “I was commenting on you.” Sasori finally turned her way and held onto her wrist before rising. A few inches shorter than her, the man lean forward on the tips of his toes to her ear. “However, I know. I’ve always known. I’m just surprised it’s taken you this long.”

Sasori hit every mark. Even if the woman stayed subtle and lax around the man, he somehow figured out. She hooked her free arm around his neck and bent forward towards him. “In that case, what’s your answer?”

“I accept.”