💬 for Davis?
About a year ago, during his first semester at Royal Sword Academy—
thing 1
i am once again asking for u to send me pics of the hot guys in ur dorm
thx xoxo
Davis rolled his eyes at his sister’s antics. Of course that was the first text he saw as soon as he got to his room.
thing 2
No
thing 1
wow rude
dont u take selfies with them or anything ??
It’s a little hard to do that when you’re trying to collect evidence of the dorm leader’s power abuse, he thought.
Halfway through typing out a reply that wouldn’t draw her suspicion, Davis was interrupted by the door opening and none other but his closest friend at RSA walking in. Jacques slung his bare arm over Davis’ shoulders.
“What’s good with my favorite freshie?” he asked with an obnoxious smile.
“Go put a shirt on,” Davis replied flatly, holding his phone to his chest so the incriminating ‘hot guys’ text wouldn’t be visible.
Jacques, despite being a full grade ahead of him, had the audacity to pout. “C’mon, let a guy have this. I’m sweaty from P.E.”
“Respectfully, be sweaty somewhere else. I need to do my homework.”
“Doesn’t look like it.” Jacques gestured towards Davis’ phone. “Textin’ a gal and don’t want me to see, eh? Are ya having trouble in paradise? Maybe I could—”
“No, no thanks, that won’t be necessary,” Davis quickly interrupted. “I’m just texting my sister.”
“Ohhh,” was Jacques’ response. He paused. “What’s your sister’s name? And, by any chance, could I get her number?”
“Jacques, are you kidding me?”
“I mean, if she’s half as good-looking as you—”
“Jacques!”
Jacques laughed as he was shoved away by Davis, who didn’t know if he should feel protective or embarrassed.
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What is Gabriel like post resurrection? What's different from him on the surface?
Gabriel was 17 years old when died in 1886. He is 17 yeas sold when he's returned from the grave in 1898. His memories are fragmatened, shattered, lost. He's in a place that is so confusing and so different from the thing he does remember.
The only person who remembers him is the woman who says she's his sister. A person who only has the vague recollection of the brother she lost when she was 10 years old.
If there's anyone left who knows what Gabriel was like back on the surface, its not him.
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Whumptober day 10, alternative prompt used: Hunting
Character: Panacea
Once upon a time, there lived a prince, a witch, and a hunter. The witch cursed the prince, the hunter killed the witch, the curse was lifted, and they all lived happily ever after.
But what if the prince and the witch are one and the same?
The world becomes the hunter then.
Panacea hugged himself tighter as he sat curled into a ball at the corner of a cave he hid himself in. It was cold, dark, dusty, damp, and quiet with only the occasional sound of droplets from the ceiling hitting the ground piercing the deafening silence. He took a shaky deep breath, body heavy from the exhaustion of another cat and mouse chase. With his soul exhausted from the weight of it all.
It was always the same, the stray mouse found a home with friendly cats. Cats who cared about the mouse, and the mouse who trusted the cats. If only the world was like the fairytales, it would've ended happily then. But life is never like the fairytales. Because the stray mouse will always be a mouse, and the friendly cats will always be a cat. There's only one ending for such a story like that. The cat bares their teeth and chases the mouse, the mouse then runs with all their might. Because it was either death or survival.
He was exhausted. Was it so wrong to want a place to belong? So wrong to want someone to care about him? So wrong to want his own “home”? Why? Because he wasn't human? Because of something he has? A blessing to others yet a curse to himself. It was his name, a constant reminder of what he is to others. Panacea, cure-all. He once liked that name, not anymore.
It was the only thing he had, no memories, no family, nothing but a name, a power, and a weakness he can never tell or show. But now he has none, not when his name is nothing but a reminder, not when his powers is for other's to use. What else is he left with? A weakness.
He's exhausted.
Panacea took another shaky deep breath, putting his head on his knees, pursing his lips as tears flowed down his cheeks. Why was he even born to begin with? To be a tool locked in a golden cage? Why does he always put his hopes up? Only to be let down again? Why must he even keep living? When everything in the world can easily kill him?
He always believed in the rainbow after the rain.
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Memories provoked by promptness of carriage
Assisted steering drives me up onto the path
To Vanir, there are no maps to the past
But perhaps if I could just go faster
Time would somehow collapse, elapsing backward in some fashion
It feels so fresh, close enough to grasp
But when I reach out and clasp
Her image turns to ash
Scenes flying past, obscene flight path through Tartarus
Steer horn bolo tie, one handed steering blowing the…
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this is my final post! the past few years have been amazing - thank you for everything <3 (more info below the cut)
I will no longer post on this account and wanted to write a note to explain and say goodbye.
Bnha and the bkdk fandom have been a constant source of joy and excitement in my life since 2018 - you were all so kind and encouraging towards me, and I grew so much in skill and confidence as a result! I’ll really treasure my time in this fandom. I loved experiencing so much incredible fanwork and freaking out over exciting moments from the series with everyone in real time. (I still remember choking on my drink and falling to the ground when I saw the vol.29 cover on my tl omg… it was life changing.)
I went on hiatus last year to reconnect with my passion for making art outside of bkdk and learn what I wanted to create without the influence of external validation. I had time to reflect on how much I was influenced by numbers on social media. I thought they didn’t affect me, but in truth, they completely ruled my artistic judgment and decisions. I found new hobbies, new media, experimented with different mediums and subject matters, and in the end… I rediscovered my joy for making art!
This year, I gave myself a fresh start instead of returning to this account. This is partly because I really enjoy exploring erotic and transgressive themes and I don’t want to share it on a large account to people who followed me under a different pretense haha. But the main reason is that I wanted to create a space without any expectation for what kind of art I should make based on my previous work (since I know the majority of people follow me because I draw bkdk, and I mainly draw ocs and unrelated fanart now).
All this to say, I hope we can cross paths in the future, but if that day never comes, thank you for the wonderful memories and support you’ve given me over the years! This fandom has so many incredible people in it and I sincerely wish you all the best. PLUS ULTRA!!!! and farewell! :’3
Lots of love,
Rikki <3
[This account will stay up, but I won't be checking it much. If you have any questions or would like to get in touch, email me at
[email protected] and we can go from there!]
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