>thinks ‘yes today is the day i am going to start work on familial again’
>opens word document to start on new chapter
>stares blankly at word document for thirty minutes
>'alright then brain we’ll just leave it for another year shall we?’
I haven’t been able to finish any writing in the longest time, but I have a hundred and one drafts on my laptop, so I think I’ll throw the occasional unfinished bit that I’m nonetheless pretty happy with on here.
This one’s from the what-if-Itsu-had-been-alive-all-along fic I’ve had in mind for the longest time - the problem is that it wants to be a long fic and I keep changing my mind on plot points, so it looks like it’s never going to get written properly. Even so, I’m very fond of the concept, so I thought I’d go ahead and put this up!
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London.
To say Daken wasn’t fond of the city would be something of an understatement. Thick, poisonous air and beat down streets and incessant traffic and people, people, people wherever you turned.
But the city had its perks. Daken was deeply familiar with the city’s major criminal outfit, for one thing, having done several deals with them on Romulus’ behalf over the decades; one was never hard pressed to disappear into a crowd, the streets teaming with human waste as they were; and there were countless little secret places, establishments, that a man might retreat to to lick his wounds in private.
Daken’s haunt that evening was a sophisticated little bar on one of the upper floors of a big name luxury hotel. It was a reasonable place – not Daken’s favourite, but bearable for an evening – decorated to resemble a typical English pub, but with amateurish giveaways that told of the big money behind it, like wines costing upwards of £500 sitting in plain sight behind the bar, and originals from celebrated artists hanging on the walls.
No, it wasn’t the ambience of the place that drew Daken to it – more the familiarity and the fact that it was relatively small and easy to clear out with a bit of pheromone manipulation.
But, as he sat at the bar and stewed in self-pity, there was movement to Daken’s right, and he scowled incredulously as someone pushed into his space and took the bar stool beside him.
I should be fixing the latest chapter of Familial up (yeah, I’m still actually writing it, who knew?), but instead I’m writing Tekken/Marvel crossover fic to sate my weird needs.
Anonymous asked: Are you aware that a large part of Daken's fanbase despise the way Rick Remender writes him?
I’m unaware that Daken has a fanbase that can by any reasonable standard be called “large.”
WOW, such a smart thing to say. Not insulting at all to us readers. Not at all. I applaud you.
Of course you’ll never read this, or, if you will, probably you won’t answer. But.
We may be not a “large” fanbase, but yes, we long time readers - since the Way/Liu run - absolutely LOATHE and DESPISE the way Remender is writing Daken. You know why? Because that isn’t Daken at all. Remender took a sophisticate anti-villain, a 60+ years old grown man who had already, to an extent, worked past his issues with his father, and turned him into a twenty-something-year old rebel which hates his father for reasons unfathomable, whose speech pattern is completely different from the accultured one Way/Liu and Williams gave him. Remender couldn’t even bother to get the character’s history right. Nannies beating him when he was seven? When, at the time, he lived in a japanese household? Of course, all this means nothing if Marvel’s intention is, in truth, to rewrite his entire background/demeanor to turn him into another stale Wolverine carbon copy. Just know that the majority of us loved him as the complex character he was, as the sales of his 2010/2012 run can surely attest to, and not as what he is now. We, as the tiny fanbase you say we are, are quietly hoping that the Wolverine’s Legacy issue coming in November will do the character justice. We only hope to see again the character we love.
He didn’t even attempt to answer the question. The answer he gave would’ve made sense had the question been phrased: ‘Are you aware that Daken’s large fanbase despises the way Rick Remender writes him?’, but that… wasn’t what was asked. Nice to know how appreciated we are as consumers though, right?
These Q & A things are always just really eye rolly for me. Sarcastic answers are funny in moderation, but when they’re in response to nearly every question? Yawn. And I could forgive non-answers like this if they didn’t comprise about 90% of the replies given, but hey ho. Back to ignoring the people in charge at Marvel.
Daken/Bullseye equestrian AU in which Daken is an uppity showjumper and dressage competitor and Lester is a rough and tumble rodeo enthusiast. They cross paths and Lester challenges Daken to a barrel race, which he and his horse-that’s-worth-more-than-everything-Lester’s-ever-owned lose spectacularly, thus starting a vicious cycle of both men trying to one-up the other - both in the horse world, and in their personal lives.
It all somehow leads to a lot of hatesex.
So basically the JinHwoaXiao trio is my life and I wrote this at 3am whilst crying over T7.
tidesofpower and sweetestdumpling this is for y’all.
Word count is somehow 1135.
