I think it would be fun to make a modern akatsuki AU in which Deidara's post-defection career is just cage fighting. Like he leaves Rock, goes out into the wide world, and is faced with the problem all early career freelancers face ("connect service with paying customer??") and lands in an underground cage fighting situation because if he had to, like, work at a 7-Eleven, he'd kill someone. It's fine. He's A NINJA. He can cage fight.
I can't think of a place where his specific combat skills would be LESS useful than in an enclosed space and surrounded by spectators he's not meant to injure.
He'd be so mad all the time. And that's how I feel about my job! And it's probably how you feel about your job! Who doesn't know that specific professional "were it not for the rules by which I get paid, I would slay you where you stand" feeling?
You would also get the amusing payoff from this where he'd pick up his first contract job through his cage fighting professional network (hey, it's like LinkedIn for hired thugs) and he'd be like: 'Finally. An opportunity to do what I do best. Art.'
And then whoever hired him would get to realise in extravagant textual detail that they had done the hired goon equivalent of bringing a flamethrower to kill ants.
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Hey its been a while are we gonna get more Jason and Andy and baby character who I’ve forgotten the name of
Much love tho I love your story
Jason and Sophie walked in from the rain. A chime played as they passed the threshold of the small shop and a wave of warm air enveloped them. Soft instrumental music played.
He was holding his baby girl’s hand as she stomped along next to him with big exaggerated strides.
“I like puddles,” she informed him seriously.
“Then I have good news for you about the city we live in, kitten,” he said, and he pulled out a tissue to gently wipe her face. She scrunched up her nose but let him without complaint.
She turned three in one month and was tall for her age. She wore her favourite yellow rain boots, a red tutu and green wool tights under her bright orange rain coat. Curly black hair frizzed out from under a yellow beanie. She was daddy’s favourite little traffic light.
“Good morning,” a lady behind the counter called when they were done. They were the only people there. “How can I help you?”
“It’s mommy’s birthday,” Sophie declared. “We need presents.”
Jason picked her up and put her on his hip. She wrapped one arm around his shoulder and looked at the sales lady.
The woman smiled. “Is it? And what are we getting for mommy today?”
“A flower cup.”
“What are flower cups called, baby?” Jason asked.
Sophie stared back at him, unimpressed.
“A big flower cup.”
He rolled his eyes.
“A vase maybe?” the lady suggested.
Sophie sniffed. “Marlow broke the blue one with his tail.”
“Then right this way, miss, let me show you what we have.”
Jason put her down and she marched with purpose to the clean white shelves with vases and beauty products on them. He told her not to touch any of them until she decided and then wait for him to come and get it.
“She’s a treasure,” the lady said conspiratorially to him.
“Yeah.” He smiled at his daughter. She had stuck one knuckle in her mouth and studied her options seriously.
“Did you have your eyes on anything else?” the lady asked. She casually rearranged her hair.
“You guys have spa packages, right? Massages and skin treatments, all that stuff?”
“Of course,” she said, sliding back behind the counter. “Are you looking for a couples experience or…?”
He shook his head. She leaned forward on the desk and produced a pamphlet and explained their offerings.
He wanted the best, most premium experience for Andy, but by the looks of things that was some kind of clay body wrap thing. She didn’t like the texture of clay masks on her face. She still did them, but it was with dread and resignation every time. This was meant to be relaxing for her, not maintenance, but the kind of pampering she secretly liked but would never buy for herself.
“This one.” He pointed to the menu. “With all the add ons please.”
“She’s a lucky lady.”
“That’s the idea.” His lips turned up in a crooked smile. “I’m the lucky one really.” One weekend’s worth of pampering was nothing compared to the joy she brought to his life. The amount of bs she put up with for him.
The lady cooed. “Don’t be so hard on yourself. Not a lot of men put the effort in, you know. You must be an attentive partner.”
His head snapped around to stare at Sophie. She snatched her hand back from a tall glass vase. He narrowed his eyes and she held her hands behind her back and bit her lip.
He turned back to the sales lady. She looked a little disgruntled.
“So that’s the Day Dream Package for your wife. And what can I get for you?”
“It’s not my birthday,” he snorted. And Andy wasn’t his wife.
The lady bit the end of her pen. “Doesn’t mean you can’t want anything.”
He paused. He did want something.
He looked back at his daughter. She was camped in front of the vase she wanted, her arms crossed and her expression a tiny copy of her mother’s. She waited with what looked like patience but was really iron resolve. Once she knew what she wanted she would not be moved until she got it, no matter how long she had to wait.
“Sophie,” he called.
“Yes?”
“I’m going to propose to your mom.”
The lady looked to the heavens.
“Okay,” Sophie said. She pointed. “I want this one.”
“Good choice honey,” he said, and swung her up into his arms. “She’ll love it.”
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Woe be upon you, I'm bringing out The Brick
Frictional Games, Amnesia: The Bunker
Frictional Games, Amnesia: The Dark Descent
Robert Macfarlane, Underland: A Deep Time Journey
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Victor Hugo tr. Isabel F. Hapgood, Les Misérables
Dir. Marcel Bluwal, Les Misérables (1972)
Bruce Ying Pao Veugelers, Génération du feu or Incommensurable Interpretations? A study of officer enlisted man relations in the French army during the First World War.
HBO, Succession 2x10, (2018-2023)
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