This is one of the fics that I'll most likely get to in the future after my three main ones, especially since I can't find another fic like this one. Basically, its Deidara- but in Skyrim! BOOM! And for some reason, papa Hagormo decided to make him the Dragonborn of that world to save it since they were short one hero, so they got a dead Deidara instead.

"No lollygaggin'" - Every guard ever

"This is my ultimate art, I will now detonate myself. In death, I will become art. This never-before-seen explosion will leave a never-before-seen scar on this land. And! My art will receive never-before-seen admiration. I'm sorry, Tobi. in the midst of my admiration, you, Sasuke Uchiha, will definitely die! This explosion will cover a ten-kilometer radius. You won't be able to get away! Now, cower in awe! Recoil in despair! Cry your heart out! Because my art… is an explosion! Katsu!" Deidara grinned widely, he felt an intense flash of pain then darkness.

He honestly didn't know what to expect after he finally kicked the bucket; perhaps an afterlife awaited him- though he'd be perfectly happy to finally stop existing, an example of perfect art, it was fitting. He felt himself falling, wind whipping his hair wildly as he descended into an endless nothingness. It was pitch black, and he found that he couldn't find the strength to open his eyes despite how curious he was.

After what felt like hours, his descent slowed and Deidara found himself resting on a bed of shallow water. His fingers twitched, and he heaved himself up, opening his eyes. His left eye was missing the scope he wore, however, his long bang covered it. He looked around finding no one else besides himself. "Where am I un?" he looked down at the simple threadbare blue yukata he now wore, scrunching his nose. "Destiny is not yet done with you Deidara." a voice spoke through the darkness, making the blonde whip his head back and forth, trying to find the source. "What are you talking about? Show yourself un!"

"Good luck Deidara."

The blonde bomber made to snap out a snarky reply before he felt the air get knocked out of him, and fell unconscious.

"Hey you, you're finally awake."

Deidara groaned, feeling a skull-splitting headache coming on. He went to clutch his head but felt his hands bound with some sort of flimsy rope. "What the hell un," he muttered as his eyes fluttered open and glared at the person seated across from him. "You were sleeping near the border, got roped in with the rest of us, including that thief over there." the blonde paused at this, 'am I dead? I should be… wait, that old guy's voice told me destiny chose me or some shit.' he made a contemplative face, 'so am I supposed to save the world or something?' he was interrupted from his musings when he noticed the ugly looking guy in rags was talking to him. "-ou there. You and me - we shouldn't be here. It's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants."

"In order to escape a road of solitude, one has to work hard, and forge a new path with their own power." – Gaara

"If love is just a word, then why does it hurt so much if you realize it isn't there?" – Gaara

Hey you. You're finally awake