My Father's Son

Akihiro Daken  (follows from shielddeputydirector)

[letmesleeponu4sumtime]

Incredible..

[akihiro-daken]

Jubilee... Jubes... I thought we discussed ditching that color combination. It ages you.

[princess-of-pyrotechnics-jubilee]

"Okay, but consider this: no one asked you."

[akihiro-daken]

"Obviously, but you *should* have. Asked some one, I mean. Me, your friends, even that asshole Daredevil could have told you those colors are just too bright and happy together."

[princess-of-pyrotechnics-jubilee]

"You're just jealous you can't pull of bright colors like I can. Skill issue."

[akihiro-daken]

He gaped at her, momentarily stung to the depths of what passed for his soul, more especially the not-inconsequential bit of it where he kept his pride and fashion sense.

"Can't pull o-" he subsided into mildly enraged sputtering. He stared off into space for a moment, gathering his always-limited patience and summoning whatever strength any absent deities in the universe cared to lend. It wasn't much, but he didn't expect much.

"Just because a thing can be done doesn't mean anything should be done," he told her primly. Then he caught the tone in his voice and felt like that one movie where Jamie Lee Curtis starts metaphorically melting in on herself while screaming about being the crypt keeper.

He felt old. "Jubilee, I could absolutely pull off bright colors in mixes like that, but someone recently told me it was unethical to torture civilians so I have refrained from doing so."

He hoped the dignity he put in the tone sounded less pompous than it felt, but he was pretty sure he was on the losing side of this battle.

[akihiro-daken]

Jubilee... Jubes... I thought we discussed ditching that color combination. It ages you.

[princess-of-pyrotechnics-jubilee]

"Okay, but consider this: no one asked you."

[akihiro-daken]

"Obviously, but you *should* have. Asked some one, I mean. Me, your friends, even that asshole Daredevil could have told you those colors are just too bright and happy together."

[akihiro-daken]

Jubilee... Jubes... I thought we discussed ditching that color combination. It ages you.

[feral-ballad]

Inside me, something seethes. Inside me, some feral animal claws at my ribcage, trapped.

Molly McCully Brown, from Places I’ve Taken my Body: Essays

[akihiro-daken]

Daken canonically wears his sunglasses at night just so he can peer over them dramatically, and I don't know what exactly that says about him, but it says it Really Loudly.

[elfgrunge]

Going insane reading this wikipedia quote about the real life Cocaine Bear, which is taxidermied and kept in a mall in Kentucky (though it may actually be a different, unrelated, taxidermied bear)

According to the bear's owners, the Cocaine Bear has the authority to officiate legally binding weddings in the mall where it is kept due to Kentucky's marriage laws. This claim is only partly true; the bear does not have the authority to solemnize weddings, but the state of Kentucky cannot invalidate marriages performed by unqualified persons if the parties believe that the person marrying them has the authority to do so. As such, it is a belief in the Cocaine Bear's authority that allows it to officiate legally binding weddings in Kentucky.

You have to BELIEVE in the power of your Cocaine Bear Marriage for it to take effect. Fucking magical.

[weusedtobegiants]

I begin to want her, to know her better, to love her more.

Anaïs Nin, from The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1931-1932

[livelyspaghetti-blog]

When I tell people to delete anon hate, to not publish it, it’s not me saying “ignore it and it’ll stop; don’t fight back.” It is 100% petty and spiteful. Honestly, I can’t think of anything better than the person who sent the hate obsessively checking your blog and refreshing and refreshing, waiting for you to reply, and getting increasingly frustrated when the ask they so masterfully crafted never pops up & you just keep posting cute pictures of your pets and talking about how nice your day was.

[anemptygrave]

THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS!!!

[johnlockismyreligion]

Deleting anon hate without any explanation or reply means to give haters the exact importance they have: none.

[thebeardiswriting]

Some advice I have a hard time remembering at times.

[shielddeputydirector]

//I’m just a petty bitch, so one time I got anon hate for a ship and I spent the next week doing nothing but content for that ship.

It’s one of the few times I ever posted the hate, because I wanted them to know exactly why this was happening. Usually I just ignored it.//

[zzapzzaptasers-a]

HI!

I should wait until like PRIME TIME to post this BUT I CANT WAIT

I commissioned an old rp bud @luunabao for a piece for @akihiro-daken / @shielddeputydirector

The mun behind Maria and Daken hasn’t been on tumblr in a LONG time but she’s still be a very good friend to me; as always, she thinks of the people she cares about often and reaches out first, and has been supportive of a lot of choices and life changes I’ve made over the years

We wrote Dak.en and Darcy for 6 years together, and it wasn’t always cute.

I mean, most of the time it wasn’t.

But we loved how weirdly well they got along, and we loved untangling the lies and the deceptions they wove around each other until there was nothing left but the two of them.

And Peachie/the artist has always been someone I’ve liked to support (and she deserves it and so much more! Look at her talent) so I approached her about this commission sometime last year and actually only got around to the actual commission earlier this year and she did SO GREAT— partly because she was here to see the whole ship go down, and partly because she’s just THAT GOOD

I hope MariDakmun loves this as much as I adore her ❤️

[newvision]

— Bob Dylan from When the Deal Goes Down on Modern Times (2006)

[rpmemes-galore]

Reblog if your muse would pick a fight in a parking lot at 3am

[zzapzzaptasers-a]

HI!

I should wait until like PRIME TIME to post this BUT I CANT WAIT

I commissioned an old rp bud @luunabao for a piece for @akihiro-daken / @shielddeputydirector

The mun behind Maria and Daken hasn’t been on tumblr in a LONG time but she’s still be a very good friend to me; as always, she thinks of the people she cares about often and reaches out first, and has been supportive of a lot of choices and life changes I’ve made over the years

We wrote Dak.en and Darcy for 6 years together, and it wasn’t always cute.

I mean, most of the time it wasn’t.

But we loved how weirdly well they got along, and we loved untangling the lies and the deceptions they wove around each other until there was nothing left but the two of them.

And Peachie/the artist has always been someone I’ve liked to support (and she deserves it and so much more! Look at her talent) so I approached her about this commission sometime last year and actually only got around to the actual commission earlier this year and she did SO GREAT— partly because she was here to see the whole ship go down, and partly because she’s just THAT GOOD

I hope MariDakmun loves this as much as I adore her ❤️

[akihiro-daken]

//trying Beaufort and Vigenere with the key, since it's not Caeser that I could figure. I wish I was as smart as my muses, lol//

[fuascailt]

akihiro-daken

Daken smiled broadly at Nero’s reply, having expected nothing less. He deserved such things, he supposed. He wasn’t insulted, in any case.

[SMS: Fiddler] On the contrary, I am finally learning how to live. You should have texted a few years ago, I was dead then.

That had been unpleasant. Coming back had been worse.

He read the second text and had to think for a minute. How was he? How was it going, really? What was it, even?

He settled for over-simplification on all counts.

[SMS: Fiddler] Everything is going well.

Another pause. Putting conscious effort into social obligations and interactions was something he was still working on. He didn’t always understand why people cared. But without scent to guide in-person dialogue, he had to think about it instead.

[SMS: Fiddler] Was there something you needed? Or were you hoping for no reply?

The reply was..unnerving.  Was Daken telling the truth, or was it just one of his stupid philosophical nonsense? He could almost imagine the smirk, the know-it-all attitude, the godawful way he could switch from your best friend to someone this close to breaking your neck in rage.

But the most prominent memory he had was of his blurry outline in the dark, watching him from the ground, then the snapping of his fingers..  Josh rubbed his face to get rid of the thoughts, focused on the texts.

But Daken frustrated him. Why did the guy seem so fucking casual about this??

What do you need? Revenge? Closure? 

[text] That’s too bad. [text] Something to ease this restlessness. Any ideas?

[akihiro-daken]

He narrowed his eyes at Nero's response. From what he had gathered Nero had straightened up, mostly.

Daken himself was mostly out of that life. He kept contacts, the good ones, but mostly people thought he was dead and he preferred it that way. These days, he got his kicks in ways not linked to drugs or killing people.

[SMS: Fiddler] Sorry to disappoint.

[SMS- UNSENT] Joshua, are you alright?

[SMS: Fiddler] There are a number of excellent massage parlours in New York. I can send you a link to my favorite?

[fuascailt]

akihiro-daken​:

The incoming text, forwarded through those oh-so-handy internet phone numbers he was so find of, was a blast from the past. Daken wasn’t sure if the blast was unwelcome, or just unpleasantly unexpected.

Them he read the entirety of the short message, and smile. Perhaps neither.

[SMS: Fiddler] And a very lovely day to you, too.

A pause. He was curious, but there could be no reason other than professional which would bring Nero to this number after so long. Semi-retired but not completely without contacts or skills, Daken still had his uses to fixers. Probably.

[SMS: Fiddler] What do you want?

He had left his phone to the side, not expecting a reply so soon, if any at all.  But when it buzzed he froze, eyes on the device. A slight rush of fear ran through him, or was it adrenaline?  But he told himself it probably wasn’t who he thought it was.

It totally was.

Well, shit.  He shook his head at the first message. The second one was.. difficult to answer.

[text] Checking to see if you were dead yet. [text] How’s it going?

[akihiro-daken]

Daken smiled broadly at Nero's reply, having expected nothing less. He deserved such things, he supposed. He wasn't insulted, in any case.

[SMS: Fiddler] On the contrary, I am finally learning how to live. You should have texted a few years ago, I was dead then.

That had been unpleasant. Coming back had been worse.

He read the second text and had to think for a minute. How was he? How was it going, really? What was it, even?

He settled for over-simplification on all counts.

[SMS: Fiddler] Everything is going well.

Another pause. Putting conscious effort into social obligations and interactions was something he was still working on. He didn't always understand why people cared. But without scent to guide in-person dialogue, he had to think about it instead.

[SMS: Fiddler] Was there something you needed? Or were you hoping for no reply?

[akihiro-daken]

Are there any loose ends you would rather tie up?

He hummed a tune softly, one those who are familiar with Gilbert and Sullivan might recognize...

"I have a little list..."