Daken ( 明宏 )

Smile, and the world will never see the dagger on your tongue. Laugh, and the world will never hear your hate.

[zeilyan]

Doodle, because I’m lazy meh…

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  Ezra could feel his anger from where she stood,   it emanated from him in red waves. She couldn’t   contain the tiny giggle that burst forth as she took   a step backwards, hands linking behind her back.   This was the most fun she’d had in a very long while,   though she knew it shouldn’t be. 

            ❝ Tell you what… Lemme skip off to the library                    so I can do some research, then I’ll get back to                         you, alright? We’ll have a nice heart to heart about                              magic and whatever over coffee. ❞

                She found it very hard to believe he was one                 of the good guys, though his own aura did not                 contain the darkness she saw in those that weren’t.                 The blonde could have saved them both a lot of                 time and effort if she simply looked, but she wouldn’t                 go that far, not if she didn’t have to. 

                             ❝ No one that doesn’t deserve it is going                                 to get hurt, okay? Unless I’m provoked or                                 attacked. Things generally get messy when                                 people act out, you know? ❞

[dakxn]

     Brows furrowed, expression sharp, yet...blank.      Blank, not for lack of understanding, but unfamiliarity      -- confusion. Daken was more than accustomed to      garnering reactions of violence, weakness, even      cowardice toward him, but for someone to take his      antics in stride, to burrow underneath his skin so easily,      it was a rare and fairly new experience                             -- one he wasn't quite sure he enjoyed.

     Accompanied closely by a small huff of annoyance, azure      hues averted from the blonde, his posture straightening as      he attempted to rein in his rage, regain his composure. He      could easily manipulate her emotions, twist them to elicit a      reaction more favorable, or rather, familiar. Albeit along with      his anger, she'd also sparked a certain amount of curiosity      as well. Enough for Daken to leave her be                                                  -- if only to see her next move.

           ❝ Uh huh...and I'm supposed to just take your word            for it? I'll tell you what, I'll accompany you. We can            grab coffee and a sandwich or something on the way.            My treat for my behavior earlier -- whaddaya say? ❞

     In all honesty, Daken couldn't give a flying fuck about who or      what this girl hurt on her way to do whatever the hell it was she'd      been doing, but he had appearances to upkeep, so he'd play along... 

[idontcareforyourfairytale]

[dakxn]

Sorry for my inactivity guys. I got slammed with work/school crap and have been running non-stop the past two days. UGHHH. I will be getting to things today though!

[ryoh-15]

ポッキー＆プリッツの日

[idontcareforyourfairytale]

[escaprxsm-blog]

combat stats.

[dakxn]

★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ — Physical Strength ★★★★★★★★★★ — Offense ★★★★★★★★☆☆ — Defense ★★★★★★★★☆☆ — Speed ★★★★★★★★★☆ —  Intelligence ★★★★★★★★☆☆ — Accuracy ★★★★★★★★☆☆ — Agility ★★★★★★★★☆☆ —  Stamina ★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ — Teamwork

[deadpoolexpress]

”.. Are you calling me out, Homie? Are you callin’ me out? I think you are. Lookie kids; Scrappy Doo thinks he’s hot shit cause the freak under the mask hasn’t made ‘em piss his pants yet.”  Wade only had one instinct when Daken touched him. Crack his spleen, and tell that fairy-fuck to step off and go see a Broadway Musical with Richard Simmons. And he almost did do it. Only thing that stopped him was Deadpool knew the reaction game. It was one he played well. He knew Daken could play it better for one reason and one reason only; that stupid ability of his. Wade feared it, if he were honest with himself - which he wasn’t. His emotions were his, and he hated the idea of someone, especially him, screwing with them. "You caught me. I just love the idea of sticking it to you; oh, golly, what would my mother say? Well, she was an open-minded woman." Wade’s hand snapped into movement, swiftly grabbing his ‘Rambo’ blade at his hip and found a nice place for it right inside Daken’s ribcage, and to make a bit more space, twisted it in a full 180 angle.

"I think she’d tell me to go for it.”

[dakxn]

      He didn't notice at first -- the pain, albeit as soon as Wade began twisting, the white hot burn shot straight through his system, alerting him to the blade now wedged firmly in his ribcage. In seconds, claws protruded from their places in between his knuckles, seeking to embed themselves in the person responsible.

     "Stupid, Wade. Really stupid," Daken hissed, fists balling, though the smirk never quite left his face. He's been here before -- knows that he can shred Deadpool a hundred times over, and it wouldn't do him much good, other than to relieve a bit of pent up anger -- but he did have something no one else possessed. The ability to get inside the merc's head -- mess with him. Something he planned to use to it's fullest.

     In one, swift movement, Daken returned the 'gesture', a single set of claws burying themselves deep into the pit of Wade's stomach. "I was going to leave you be...but now, I think I'll draw this out." The grin only grew wider, as free hand rose to pat the other's face, a single finger trailing down the side of his cheek. He was goading the mercenary now, attempting to exercise his hold  -- to show him how fucked he really was.

     "I really do hope that focus is as crystalline as you claim it is, otherwise we're going to have just another repeat of last time on our hands. How embarrassing for you."

[nixreginam-blog]

psa to my rp partners : I will never tell you that you have to be exclusive to me & me alone. I honestly believe that you are free to rp with whoever the fuck you want with no restrictions what so ever. If we ever decide to be exclusive with each other, it will be a mutual agreement that was discussed thoroughly and not because one of us told the other not to rp with duplicates of our character. & if you want to be exclusive to me, it’s your choice, but know that I will never force you to do that.  

& if anyone tries to pull that shit on you and tells you that the only way you can rp with them is if you become exclusive to them ( no rping with duplicates ), remember that this is essentially just like someone’s girlfriend/boyfriend telling them not to hang out with other people. HUGE FUCKING RED FLAGS. The second it becomes something controlling, you know it’s a problem. 

If you want to be exclusive with someone, please make sure that this is a mutual agreement & that you had a choice with this. If you want to be exclusive to someone, do it because YOU WANT TO. Do it because you feel like it’ll be better for you as a writer. Don’t do the exclusive thing if you don’t want to. Don’t do it if you feel uncomfortable with it. Don’t do it if this is the only way someone will rp with you because in the end, if you are not comfortable with it, if you find it restricting in any sort of way, it is not worth it.   

Remember, being exclusive is NOT a bad thing. I think being exclusive is fucking great and props to ANYONE who makes the commitment (without conditions that the other person has to do the same) because it does allow you to develop and focus on that particular person’s muse so much more and JUST IMAGINE THE AMAZING WRITING AND STORYTELLING THAT COMES OUT IN THE END. I’ve seen people who are exclusive to each other and lord is the writing just amazing. Sometimes it makes you weep tbh. Plus, it also reduces the amount of stress you have when you only have to focus on those people so you can seriously create amazing things together which is always fucking spectacular to read. 

Being exclusive? Yeah a super awesomely good thing as long as it’s your decision and a mutual one at that if/when it involves another person.

[thebestbanana-nana]

[fuck-yeah-daken]

"There was… an auction in Madripoor. They were selling pieces of him. Like relics.”

"Were they real? Did you take action?"

"… yes, Xavier. I did."

The Logan Legacy #1

[brella]

important ship tropes:

fake dating

SECRET dating

being locked in a room or trapped in a small space

huDDLING FOR WARMTH

BEING ON THE BRINK OF ADMITTING THEIR FEELINGS FOR EACH OTHER BUT THEN GETTING INTERRUPTED

finishing each other’s sentences, KNOWING WHAT THE OTHER IS ABOUT TO SAY

tou chi NG!!!! FOr eheA DS!!!!!!11!!

wearing each other’s clothes

doing that thing where they accidentally get real close and, like, stare meaningfully at each other for a few seconds too long

channeling the inner romcom and having an epiphany about how much they care about each other and RACING TO CONFESS THEIR LOVE

fucking. Now or Never Kiss

HEIGHT DIFFERENCES

defending each other to scathing tertiary or otherwise minor characters but ONLY WHEN THE OTHER ISN’T AROUND

reincarnation or time loop or OOOOH TIME TRAVEL SCENARIOS

dramatically saving each other from certain death or barely surviving something that almost makes the other break down and just smirking wearily and mumbling flippant smartass remarks to HIDE THE DEPTH OF THEIR FEELINGS

undercover as lovers, the classic

ALMOST KISSING. like getting so close that they start to close their eyes and hold their breath and then SOMETHING HAPPENS and they jump apart, that is MORE VALUABLE THAN ANY ACTUAL KISSING

casually sitting on each other’s laps during ensemble cast conversations or scenes

did i mention F AKE DATinG

[xmilitus]

  ❝Okay, whoa there, pal. I’m getting a lot of   unnecessary visuals here, and I’m not sure if I   want to puke or shoot you for them. So lets   rewind a minute, shall we? — Who the hell are   you, and where, exactly, did you come from?❞

[dakxn]

   A hint of a smirk creeps to the corners of his lips,    azure hues dancing with definite amusement.

           ❝The name's Daken. As for where I came            from -- I've been tailing you since you iced            that dealer back a few blocks. Which, by            the way, nice work. --You gotta name? Or            shall I just come up with one? I can get            awfully creative when I want to be...❞

[dakxn]

The joy my muse has for making others uncomfortable is ridiculous.

[deadpoolexpress]

"Our last encounter was a fluke.” Deadpool snapped dryly. He hated Daken - or at least had a heavy friggin’ dislike that was flirting with hate. No one messed with his head, or his gigs, and Daken did both in one round, setting him up like some kind of trick-pony. He mucks things up for himself, thank you very much. “So your fast; big whoop. My focus is crystal, and second I get a good excuse to whip your ass like a red-headed step child, it’s on like Donkey Kong. Healing factor’s a nice insurance, so I don’t gotta worry about bein’ nice about it. And here’s a tip for tip; do somethin’ about that dead ferret you call a hairstyle.”

[dakxn]

    "I'm going to go ahead and call bullshit on that one, Wade. You aren't going to do anything. If you were, you would've already done so. Money is just an excuse.--And a really shitty one at that." A smirk pulled at the corners of his lips as Daken sauntered forward, overconfidence nearly bursting at the seams. Crystal focus? He'd see about that.

   "You know," he continued, propping an elbow up on the other's shoulder, idle hand threading through the tips of his Mohawk. "They say that when someone constantly insults you, they usually mean the opposite. So when are you going to fess up?"

[karaii]

“I was trained by the Master himself.”

A+ parenting produced Daken, I tell you. Here’s the little tyke getting his neck snapped for the first time, whoops.

[fuck-yeah-daken]

"Claws… Never could see the appeal. Gun’s got range —faster.”

“‘Less the target’s faster than the old man behind the gun — and I am.”

[fuck-yeah-daken]

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