chaoticclaybomber

[chaoticclaybomber]

Deidara's never been a fan of dolls. They're so still, static, staring, a human shape without a soul to it, and it just freaks him out a little. He's had time to get used to them, about five years of constant exposure to dolls and puppets and Sasori in general and he can admit, if only to himself, that he's gained a certain appreciation for the art of it. Sure, his art is entirely based in the single moment, the appreciation for something that is there and gone again, but Sasori was a master of his own art.

For all their arguments over art and the best way to do things, they were partners for a long time. Deidara got used to it.

He didn't want to be with the Akatsuki but Sasori was his partner. He called him 'Sasori no danna' for a reason after all.

The clay under his fingers takes careful shape while Deidara perches on the edge of his bed. In his mind is the smell of wood shavings, the sound of careful tools scraping away at a new prototype. It's all in his head of course, though he's not in the mood to acknowledge that right now. He'd been to the Candlelight Passing, set out a boat of his own for both partners he'd...

"Hah. It is my fault, isn't it, un? I was the one that split us up, yeah. Figured you were better then some old hag and a little pink thing, un. I underestimated them all and got you killed chasing a second bijuu capture, un. You'd have slapped me around for that stupidity if we both made it back, yeah." He laughs, a face slowly forming from the ball of clay. A little tool carves a nose, narrow brows, delicate eyes. Forever young and pretty, locked in that puppet body of his, and Deidara would have been a little jealous if he had lived to get old. Probably. He holds up the sculpted head and turns it this way and that, admiring his work. As if he could ever forget what Sasori's face looked like.

Funny how he'd ended up proving his art superior in the end, if only because he was wedged in Deidara's head and wasn't ever going to leave. As long as Deidara was alive, Sasori was there.

"What do I have to do to get you out of my head, un? You never so much as acknowledged me, what's the point of hanging around, yeah? Just to piss me off, un? Because I got you killed, un? I left you there and your art got wrecked and now you're not going anywhere, yeah?" Anger surges through him, though he can't tell if it's aimed at Sasori or himself. A moment of concentration and a flicker of chakra and the face twitches, the eyes blink. Deidara huffs, standing to take it to the desk where other carefully made parts lay waiting.

He'd let a clay boat go out to the Reef and had lit it up. It was satisfying but not what he knew damn well Sasori would want. This was better, something that's for his partner and not himself.

Pieces come together, arms, legs, torso, bits connected and animated as he goes until there's a full little doll in a properly sized Akatsuki cloak slowly shifting and then settling as he puts it up on top of his dresser. Its as close as he can come to imitating Sasori's puppetry and it's not right but it's close enough. Maybe he'll leave Deidara alone now.

Doubtful. After all, Sasori was going to live forever.

#idle hands making sparks ( drabbles ) #sasori of the red sand #musings #amity celebration 2024 #sort of

[chaoticclaybomber]

Stupid and luck are pretty much just their words at this point. They get into trouble via their stupidity (looking for it counts as stupidity) and get out of it with sheer luck.

That might be a little different when Deidara can blow things up again but that is neither here nor now. What is now, is the arm Deidara throws over Badou's shoulders and the grin on his face that is absolutely trouble.

"Next time I'll sit back and let you handle it then, yeah." He's lying, he won't. He likes Badou, he won't let him get himself killed when they find trouble again.

He also won't admit that Badou is far better at finding work and payment then he is right now. No one really needs a ninja who has few to no mundane skills and can't actually use most of his impressive abilities yet. Mooching off of Badou is easier then trying to figure out how the fuck he's supposed to support himself outside of being a ninja for hire.

He's outmatched, and Badou's outgunned. They're both stupid lucky they got out of that without major problems besides maybe peed on drawers or something.

"I think I would've figured it out," he grumbles, and lies.

A tiny sigh.

"Yeah, yeah."

#brokeassgoing #thr 3 brokeassgoing #one of them is a broke ass #and for once its not badou

[chaoticclaybomber]

Hell yeah, time for a proper training room attached to his place. Hope Susanoo doesn't mind the occasional explosion in there...

Hello mods! I'd like to submit Deidara's Amity Voucher for a Dimensional Room Upgrade. His Stats can be found at /stats and Currency at /currency. Thank you!

A special item has been delivered to your home and placed in a mailbox that wasn't there yesterday. The box, and the item both have your name on it.

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ORIGINAL EMBLEM BALANCE: 600 TRANSACTION: 150 Emblems ( Amity Voucher ! ) CURRENT EMBLEM BALANCE: 450

— Mod Leillis  🌸

#aevum purchase #items

[chaoticclaybomber]

(A Sasori??????? Someone wants to bring a Sasori??????? Plz plz plz yes plz!!!!)

#out of clay ( ooc ) #please let me love you #T^T

[chaoticclaybomber]

It's been a while since Deidara was last leading a lady around on his arm; usually in situations requiring subtlety he was the one playing the lady being led around. Not that he usually cared but it was nice to be the guy sometimes, you know?

He's pretty sure she's overwhelmed by the chaos around them and wonders where she came from to not know the feel of a festival in full swing. Not that he gets much time to think about it, considering how fast she gets entirely fixated on the little construct he'd made to get a better feel for the layout of the place.

"That's my art, yeah! Or part of it anyway, un. I make them and I use my chakra to animate them, un." He sticks his free hand back into his clay pouch and again keeps the process covered with his sleeve until he flicks it back with another bird on his knuckles. A little songbird, too simplistic and smooth to be taken as a living creature and stark white, but still accurate to the scale and basic shape. He could make something more accurate to life (he did make clay clones after all) but copying delicate features in heavy clay was just asking for trouble.

"I can make anything out of clay and make it move, un. But birds are my favorite, yeah." Birds and scorpions of late, which he wasn't thinking too hard about.

The little thing cocks its head at her and flutters its wings as if it's truly alive, though it doesn't make a peep.

"They're part of my art of a single moment, ephemeral and impossible to replicate, yeah. The art of an explosion, un! Don't worry, it won't blow up, they're useful to get the lay of the land, un. I can make them big enough to ride on too, yeah."

−−−  ꧁ simply put , he's quick . quick to help , quick to offer . . . and quick to out himself as some sort of gentleman ( or at the very least a very good con . ) grateful , zelda puts a hand on his arm , using that link as a way to not separate in the crowds .

it is just a little too loud as the band picks up and another dance is underway . a little faster than she knows , a little louder than she can stand . like thunder on the horizon , the drums roar from their electronic speakers . strained to hear , zelda's brows furrow deep , trying to catch her escort's words .

its what the eye catches , that stirs her attention most : little bird , wings fluttering .

urbosa had told her once . . . that she behaved like a little bird when her interest peaked . words flapping a mile a minute , vision alert with the twist of her head , hopping eagerly to investigate . and from the outside . . . perhaps urbosa had been onto something .

" -- what was that ?? " her ears perk , lips pointed to the sky . she has to strain her voice to fight over the music . and as she follows him , eyes still scan the sky above for where it went . . . clumsily bumping shoulders with strangers as she walks blind to anything else , " how was that toy capable of flight . . . are you a street magician ?? why , i've never met a street magician before , how did you do that ?? "

her questions never cease . and suddenly . . . she's forgotten that she's in a crowd .

#silentaura #thr 1 silentaura #amity celebration 2024 #oh boy here we go hes never going to shut up now #my manic little bomber boy

[chaoticclaybomber]

Deidara looks up from where he'd settled himself among the empty clay shells, his container of explosive powder close at hand to fill them with. He blinks, single visible blue eye narrowing slightly as he takes in the older man in a careful sweep from head to toe.

"Yeah, it was me, un. Had to test a prototype before I filled the rest of these, un. It would be a shame if I went to all the trouble of making these and they didn't blow up like they're supposed to, yeah." He flicks his hair back with fingers stained with explosives.

"Tsk. I've handled way stronger bombs, yeah. You should have seen some of the things I made; one could take out a whole town, yeah!" He grins, challenge clear in his expression as he stands up. Not that being standing helped much when he's only about 5'4".

"You objecting to me making myself replacements for what they took from me when I got dragged here, un?" The bitter anger is clear in his blue eye, snapping like he might be inclined to turn his explosives on them in an effort to pay them back for the indignity.

the  unnatural  and  resounding CRACK hooks  into  his  immediate  attention  before  the  accompanying  voice  does—neither  a  portend  of  good  bearings.  suspecting  danger ,  susanoo  abandons  a  fresh  pile  of  groceries  at  the  kitchen  counter  and  takes  to  the  stairs ,  carried  by  lean  legs  and  a  guardian's  will  toward  the  balcony.

he  then crashes  into  the  open  area  like  a  STORM,  readying  for  an  invisible  battle  as  the  door  swings  violently  on  its  hinges  behind  him.  gold  eyes  immediately  scour  every  inch  to  find  neither  injury  nor  ruin ;  the  balcony free  from  significant  disarray ,  and  in  it  is  a  young  man  who  looks  far  too  jovial  to  be  in  peril. 

wait  a  minute— 

" what  are  you  doing ? "  susanoo  questions ,  voice  heavy  with  a gravity  parents  would  relay  to  misbehaving  children.  though  this  youth  is  neither—likely  to  be  his  rumored  housemate—it  cannot  be  helped  when  the  answer  is  evidently  clear. 

between  the  teenager  and  the  far  end  of  the  balcony ,  a light  singe  marks  the  ground  beside  a  smattering  of  bizarre  remains  susanoo  cannot  immediately  name—the  likeness  of  it  all  found  in  the  shells  beside  them. 

the  thunder  god's  mouth  thins  into  a  concerned  line. 

" that  was  you—wasn't  it ?   cease  this  foolishness  before  something  breaks  or  you  get  hurt. "

#thundheir #thr 1 thundheir #im sorry susanoo hes a pissy teenager rn #he worked hard for those powers he doesnt have now

[chaoticclaybomber]

Deidara sensed the other presence before they arrived in the little clearing he was occupying, though not as early as he would have liked. So many people without proper chakra, for all that they didn't hide it. It makes it hard to pick them out from the background of living things in the area and it's really annoying when it means he gets all but snuck up on.

He ignores the presence as it lurks, only listening to the subtle sound of the grass under their feet and the wind brushing past. If they wanted to attack him, he'd be prepared.

When no attack seems to be incoming, he finishes his last kata before breathing out and tossing back the stray strands of blond hair that have escaped his bun.

"Young pups, un? I'm nineteen, I'm not young, yeah." He sounds genuinely confused, rather then offended. "All ninja better know some decent hand to hand, otherwise you're a dead ninja, un." He picks up on the threat of the other man easily but doesn't overtly react. He's an S rank missing nin, a member of the Akatsuki. The red eyes make his single visible blue one narrow but he looks nothing like an Uchiha and there's no tomoe in the eyes. Deidara isn't remotely relaxed, but he's not worried either.

"Want to introduce yourself, since you interrupted my training, yeah?"

Astarion had been out hunting. Since the moss, he'd needed that feeling, to chase, to hunt as he had so long ago, but now he's doing it to shed the fear. The trauma. It's all about exposure therapy.

He'd failed the last step. He'd caught the deer, threw it to the ground, but he just couldn't bite when it flailed and went limp in acceptance. He'd sighed, relenting to his weakness and pet the creature. Near an hour passed and he'd let the deer go who lazily stood, sniffed him and clopped off.

It was on his way back to civilization like a kicked puppy that he'd heard movement, another soul, another person. Hungry as he was, ravenous for food, he just watches for a moment before finally speaking.

"Didn't think young pups like you could be so frighteningly adept in hand to hand. Where did you even learn that?" He leaned lazily on a tree, red eyes glowing in the shade, everything about him singing with danger, a threat.

#fangsanddaggers #thr 1 fangsanddaggers

[chaoticclaybomber]

"Of course I do, yeah! You'd have been running in circles down there still without me, un!"

Deidara would hunt it down and try to fight it for no reward, to pay it back for the heart attacks at way too young an age. He's way too good at holding a grudge for his own good but at least he's also good at judging when he's outmatched.

That thing absolutely outmatches him without his jutsu.

"Drinks are good, that's the best way to work out a deal, yeah."

Badou would have slept in the bathtub in a depressive stupor for about 3 days if he hadn't. No way he'd go back for it. He is exactly that stupid, but the reward has to be better.

He sighs and rolls his eye. "You just gotta try and stick your nose in, huh? I'll at least buy ya a drink or two. The rest has gotta be negotiated all hard-boiled like."

#brokeassgoing #thr 3 brokeassgoing

[chaoticclaybomber]

Deidara was well aware he had a roommate. As far as he could tell, almost everyone had one, though whether they interacted or not seemed to be hit or miss. He hadn't seen his, only evidence of his passing; food in the fridge and cupboards, the house being cleaned when Deidara certainly hadn't done anything, things shifted and moved around here and there. Either they were both out often or Deidara was just gone so much that he never caught sight of the other person he was technically sharing space with.

Not that it bothered him all that much. He'd have made more of an effort to hang around if it had.

But he was getting increasingly antsy without his bombs and the whole incident with Badou at the mall proved that he needed something to stand in for them.

So here he was, settled on the second floor balcony, surrounded by little clay shells he was about to fill with explosives. Simple things with wicks, something any ninja worth their salt would be able to deal with without any effort, but for now it would be something more then he had. A distraction, maybe enough to hurt someone a little less able to react.

But of course, he had to see exactly how explosive this stuff was. So he had a teeny tiny test shell, filled and capped and lit safely away from the rest of the explosives and then tossed into the fireplace for good measure.

CRACK.

He ducks bits of flying clay as the little thing pops loudly and shatters to pieces.

"Ha! Hell yeah, un. These will work well enough, yeah." Honestly, he ought to get back into making fireworks. That had been fun as hell when he was a genin.

@thundheir

#thundheir #thr 1 thundheir

[chaoticclaybomber]

Deidara, for all his skill as a ninja, isn't always the best actor. Especially when he doesn't really have to be and right now he doesn't really feel he has to be.

But that doesn't mean that he wants to talk about the things that bother him. He hasn't acknowledged it to himself yet, let alone to anyone else.

"Enough of them, yeah. I got some of my jutsu back already so the rest will come around, un. I guess they can't block us off forever, yeah." He huffs and stretches, glancing back at Uriah again.

"So, if what you want is here, why not go after it, un? What's gonna stop you here, un?"

There's really no point in pretending something didn't bother someone. Uriah recognized it when he saw it. The nonchalant way of speaking about such a thing and just overall the entire body language. It is a language he is well accustomed to, himself.

Still, Uriah doesn't point it out.

"M'sure you'll get all of those things back."

#cagedfreedom #thr 3 cagedfreedom

[chaoticclaybomber]

Deidara absolutely would go back in there, but not until he has his bombs back. Without his weapons he's not chancing it, no way, not on anyone's life! That kind of thing needs jutsu to deal with and without his he's not chancing it. That's just stupid and, contrary to the way he ended up here, Deidara is not actually suicidal.

"Good, then I get a cut for helping you get your ass out of there, yeah." Deidara laughs, though he's entirely serious. He absolutely wants a cut of whatever he gets from the picture, even if he wasn't there to help initially.

"Come on, I want a damn drink after all of that, un."

Rattling won't help him, it never, ever will. But Badou is many things, but he's a professional, dammit! He would never, ever go back there---

Unless there's money involved. But as he's being shaken, repeatedly, flopping back and forth, he shakes the camera in the air--

"I GOT IT, I GOT IT!!!" The info broker shrieks again to get him to stop. When that does happen, eventually, he's a little calmer.

"Yeah, there are tons of weirdos who'll take it for biiiig bucks, dude!" He's cheerier too.

#brokeassgoing #thr 3 brokeassgoing

[chaoticclaybomber]

"Yeah, the picture, did you get it, un?" Deidara wants to shake him until he rattles Badou's brain cells back into order but somehow he doubts that will actually help anything. He restrains himself when he sees Badou fish out the camera, leaning up off the wall in anticipation.

Either Badou got that picture or they were going to have to break in again some other time and maybe they wouldn't make it back out. Like Hell Deidara was letting all of that be for nothing!

He barks a relieved laugh when Badou crows, then reaches over and slaps a hand over his mouth. His own hand mouth is closed, don't worry.

"Shut up, yeah. That alarm is still going, you're gonna get us caught, un. Come on, let's go before someone shows up to check that out, un." He drops his hand to tug on Badou's arm to get him moving again, though this time not at a run. The worst and most blatantly obvious thing they can do right now is run/

"What are you gonna do with it, un? Sell it to someone, yeah?"

That thing won't leave the mall right? Badou keeps looking back as if expecting it to return....but nothing comes. Though that doesn't do much for his nerves. Hands shaking as they are, he pauses at Deidara's question.

A pause that's his brain buffering.

"Did I get the picture....?" He utters softly, lost and confused. "Oh god, oh god please--" Still with shaking hands, he searches for his camera, finds it in his pocket, and looks--

"I think....YEAH I GOT IT!! FUCK YEAH!" He crows loudly into the sky.

#brokeassgoing #thr 3 brokeassgoing

[chaoticclaybomber]

Oh man, the girl was definitely out of her element here, wasn't she? The way she carries herself, the way she talks, Deidara gets the distinct impression that she's some kind of nobility. Besides that, she didn't feel like one of the Aercons, the natives. Seems like all types got dragged off to this place between places.

"Sure, gimme a second and I can find something, un. Not much one for crowds, yeah?" He reaches into his ever present clay pouch, grabbing a piece but letting his wide sleeve fall to cover the mouth on his hand as it molds a figure for him. No need to unnerve a lady who's already distressed.

"Here, I'll get you out of the crowd, yeah," he says as he offers his other arm, as if he's actually some kind of gentleman. Deidara can play the part, when he wants to.

A moment later and he flicks his sleeve back, a little clay bird perched on the back of his knuckles. It hops back and forth for a moment before it takes off, spiraling up above the crowd. Deidara starts off, following without looking up at it.

"Name's Deidara by the way, un. Pleasure to meet you, yeah."

−−−  ꧁ seldom did zelda have opportunity to attend events at the ground level . always situated closely to her father's side , high above the epicenter of celebration . . . zelda often impatiently stood for hours in anticipation of her chosen event . the one opportunity she had to take lead of her own corner of jubilee . normally , with a proper escort , it wasn't too troublesome to stroll on the streets ; however , on event weeks the crowds of castle town were increasingly dangerous due to the sheer numbers attracted to the city , as people from the outer villages all flocked in to join in the fun .

she always wondered what it would feel like to be mixed in with the crowd , but now with experience as her guide . . . she could now say that she wasn't missing too much . it was a bit frantic as wine and beer flowed . the music , hardly ever stopped . children were running through crowds between dancing couples and she was caught up in the middle of it .

and the noise , the energy shifted . and suddenly everyone was taking up too much air , and it was becoming more difficult to breathe . maybe . . . it wasn't the safest to thow herself in among the crowds . she recalled nearly being trampled as people fled from castletown . her heart seizes as she stumbles forward , attempting to steady herself with a saving step .

" oh , i have no doubt that they are enjoying themselves , " zelda nervously laughed off her jitters , shaken slightly . . . but otherwise completely unharmed in the helping hands of another . " and they've earned it . i'll be alright . i just need a reprieve from the dance . "

and to pick herself up , in spirit .

" have you any sight on a tent or something of the kind ?? i hate to ask you of even more , seeing as you've already managed to save my life , but i figured you'd know more than myself on how to evade the chaos . "

#silentaura #thr 1 silentaura #amity celebration 2024 #meet cute with a princess and a ninja #look he can behave after all!

[chaoticclaybomber]

"Man, if it's right here, why would you not just go for it, yeah? It's right where you can get to it, approachable or not, un. Just make your own approach, yeah." He huffs and puts his arms behind his head.

"I want my freedom, yeah. I want my art, I want to be able to do what I want, un. Anything else is already dead, yeah." He shrugs, looking away while pretending the last bit doesn't bother him at all.

"The thing I want is right here on this island." Uriah looks at Deidara. "But while it's close, it's not approachable." Maybe he's just making excuses.

"Anyway, what about you?"

#cagedfreedom #thr 3 cagedfreedom

[chaoticclaybomber]

The sound of Deidara cackling rings in the distance as he skedaddles. Hey, he's got wounds to get fixed up right!? It's totally fair that he dips out now to get those taken care of! Not at all him avoiding Badou absolutely getting him back.

#brokeassgoing #thr 2 brokeassgoing #hearths rising 2023 #end thread

[chaoticclaybomber]

"Go somewhere else for them, yeah!" Deidara bites, though quieter now that they're out of the building and making their getaway. Wouldn't want anyone to pinpoint where they were and that they were the guilty parties by the frantic shouting.

He finally slows after reaching an alleyway, a street away from the mall and the alarm and the monster that guards the place.

"Fuck." The ninja curses with feeling and leans against the wall. "Damn I'm mad I don't have my jutsus, that thing would have been a great fight!" He's still huffing, out of breath from the mad run without his ability to boost himself with chakra.

"You got a good picture, yeah? Please say you got a good picture so we don't have to go back in there and piss it off again, un."

Seriously! Most people have just mall cops with little tasers, or dogs, Badou could handle dogs! You just bring some bones...

Anyway, maybe it had to go to the bathroom and the boys were interrupting it. The info broker had to focus on that one or else he'd completely lose it. They can't afford that, not now, not when they can escape, when it's just in their grasp.

"This is the worst, how can I get my salted pretzels now!?"

As if that's the most important thing. Badou allows himself to be dragged, to hopeful freedom.

#brokeassgoing #thr 3 brokeassgoing

[chaoticclaybomber]

The sound of Deidara cackling rings in the distance as he skedaddles. Hey, he's got wounds to get fixed up right!? It's totally fair that he dips out now to get those taken care of! Not at all him avoiding Badou absolutely getting him back.

Badou fully falls on his face-

"FHDFOLIHODLFHD!" He shouts with feeling as he lands and eats dirt.

#brokeassgoing #thr 2 brokeassgoing #hearths rising 2023