#dakenspoorlifechoices

[saltiestofqueers]

Reliving the old days, I’ve set up an AIM account for casual RP purposes If anyone wants the username then drop me a message. It’s mostly for shiggles and bouncing ideas back and forth for fics. 

[agentwhite]

Just here spectating my friends try and actually write a thing on Google docs when these shenanigans break out. (This image is saved as "Trying to write the next epic when your friend is 'helping'.png)

[magentamutant]

dakens-poor-life-choices replied to your post “By the time I'm done with you the whole block is going to know my...”

Man after my own heart~

"I ain't too sure if that a good thing or a bad thing, homme."

[positivelybeastly]

Strict Machine

For Hank not to have noticed as Daken sneaked his way up behind him would have been a most grievous lack of situational awareness - but for him to have willfully put it out of his mind, allow the man his amusements? That was just his way. Seemingly, his companion's way was rather more . . . physically intimate, with hands slipping under the lapels and collar of his lab coat, and noses burying themselves in the nape of a fuzzy blue neck, nuzzling at it no less.

It was a turn of events that he could safely say he hadn't anticipated.

But to say that he didn't appreciate it? . . . Well. That was going rather too far. His eyes were just a little bit wide as the older-yet-younger man purred into ear and turned him around, bringing them face to face - a noise of surprised protest escaped him as he was straddled, the chair squeaking with the additional weight, but it was a protest only weakly made. Paws found their way to Daken's waist, drawn there as if (Hank would claim) by magic, and lips . . . found themselves meeting in a similarly fiercely felt fashion. There wasn't a whiff of pheromones in the air, and yet . . . and yet . . . he felt just a little bit intoxicated.

That definitely explained why he wasn't pulling away. Intoxication. Of course.

[beerxndclxws]

Logan’s Christmas present from Daken courtesy of squidbiscuit~

disgruntled Logan growling

[noworldnomad]

[mistletoe] Logan looked up at the mistletoe then looked at Rikki with a mischievous grin, "Hmmng never was into all this Christmas cheer, but if it means gettin a kiss from a beautiful woman, then I guess it aint too bad." He took a step closer and planted a soft kiss on her lips, allowing the contact to linger for a few moments.

"Woah-" She ducked back a moment after he kissed her, because woah did she not need this Oedipal-Electra crap. “I- uh. No thanks. I kinda- I have a history with your, uh, with your… y’know. Daken.”

[gealach-in-a-misty-world]

/fucking screeches because chapter 7. OH MY GOD WOMAN.

You mean the seventh installment of We shall burn? :D

*evil laughter*

oh gosh thank you, I’m so glad I made you screech :D

[twerkingtothebaxterbuilding-blog]

dakens-poor-life-choices: 

Grimm had finally made good on his word. His nerves were alight, screaming at him, the pain pulsating through him as his healing factor struggled to keep up with the damage. His head was spinning, Johnny’s voice sounded distant and distorted. The man had left and Johnny was tending to him, any other time he’d shrug it off. But this was thorough. Personal. Revenge.

"J-ust give me a minute.."

Not expecting Daken to be conscious at all, when words left his mouth the blond was surprised and instinct had him flinching back slightly.      "Oh man, you're conscious. That's awesome. That's great. But I'm thinkin' hospital. I mean your healing factor's on the fritz, right? And you kinda' just got knocked about six feet across the room, not to mention that you're not lookin' so hot and--" He was worried; which explained the incessant rambling, but now that Daken had spoken in Johnny's books that meant he'd be okay, and that gave him a second to gather his thoughts.  "Are you okay?" He finally asked. "Because I can go and kick his butt if you want me to."