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Eisha stilza but as a.... harpy ?
Also my oc
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"stay interesting, zanka"
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.. zanka... inspired by "drowning without you" on ao3..
Little late for Valentine's Day but I give you Janka! From MossAndMycelium's 'Mirrors' fic on Ao3! Go check it out if you want it's cool as fuck.
Scene from mirrors by mossandmycelium on ao3 ch.5
Mirrors: Chapter 12 by MossAndMycelium
Jabber, for some reason, wasn't struggling, just watching Zanka with a devastatingly soft look on his face as the guards dragged him away towards danger and the cleaners forced Zanka towards safety.
It wasn't fair. It should be him the guards had, it should be Jabber in the elevator. Jabber had given up his freedom for him and Zanka didn't want it, not if Jabber wasn't right there with him.
my innate obsession with dream sequences needs to be studied asap. yall gotta get on this janka mirrors shit this is pure crack cocaine to me
Mirrors: Chapter 7 by MossAndMycelium
"They broke her." Zanka's blood ran cold. "What?" He breathed out, disbelieving. "They broke a piece of her. Her tenth ring. Wanted to see if she could still fully activate without it. I'll kill them. All of them. Slowly."
Disclaimer: a ring has been harmed in making this. just saying.
Mirrors: Chapter 8 by MossAndMycelium
"Wait!" Jabber paused and turned around, confused. Zanka put his hand through the bars and on Jabbers cheek. Jabbers eyes widened at the action. Don't die on me. "Don't be fucking stupid, okay?" Jabber's grin returned, and he leaned into the touch. "Kay, I won't. Promise. Now come on."
ALL ABOARD SS JANKA MIRRORS OH MY GOD 😭
i just realized they have no collars on ignore that
Love Language - Janka
Summary: Basically, Janka fixed into the five love languages, and how they would operate.
Characters: Jabber Wonger, Zanka Nijiku, Rudo Surebrec, Enjin
i. Physical Touch.
This is their strongest love language.
Hours and hours they go, battling in the deserted areas of the No-Man's Land, pulling the best out of each other. Anything like, punching, biting, scratching, kicking can drive them to go further, to inflict that physical affection onto each other.
Jabber loves it the most.
Jabber wants to push Zanka over the edge, to get more of that affection through the pain...
And Zanka loves it just as much as Jabber does.
The thought of Jabber pushing him more and more to the max drives him mad. He wants this to happen, he wants to get physical. He needs to.
✧・゚: *✧・゚:*.・゜゜・༶
ii. Quality Time.
When there's nothing left to do, why not just sneak away from their duties and roam around together?
Going to places where they shouldn't be, finding new ways to piss each other off, just being in each other's presence is more than enough. Mostly after fighting, they'd just lay on the ground, huffing and laughing like idiots.
On a calmer occasion, they may be exploring each other's jinkis.
Zanka loves to admire Mankira on Jabber's slender fingers, especially as someone who cherishes jinkis.
Jabber loves to ask questions about Lovely Assistaff, always gentle while holding her. Zanka is more than happy to talk about her at all.
✧・゚: *✧・゚:*.・゜゜・༶
iii. Acts of Service.
Jabber makes the excuse that using Mankira's claws 'n poisons are enough service for Zanka to get his game up, and yes, that does piss off Zanka. Only because he's the same person that offered to clean Mankira every single day for Jabber, and this is the service he gets in return.
But really, all jokes!
On a better note, Jabber does enjoy painting Lovely Assistaff in a fresh new coat of blue to surprise Zanka, just to watch his eyes glimmer with love and admiration. (He could swear he's competing with a stick.)
✧・゚: *✧・゚:*.・゜゜・༶
iv. Gift Giving.
Rudo had introduced the concept of gift giving to Zanka. Zanka observed how Rudo always made these little weird thingamabobs out of garbage he's collected on commissions, so he thought, ‹Would Jabber like if I did this?›
Jabber did like when he did this.
He'd jump up and down like a toddler getting candy whenever Zanka had brought him some random trinket he picked up along the way. So in return, he's been doing the same thing.
However... his gifts aren't too pleasant sometimes...
Zanka would either wake up screaming because a jar of scorpions was placed on the edge of his bed, or knocked the fuck out because Jabber put poisons in food that seemed harmless (his first mistake was trusting Jabber with food.)
✧・゚: *✧・゚:*.・゜゜・༶
v. Words of Affirmation.
Both Jabber and Zanka have heard about this. Using your words to wrap your potential partner around your finger.
But they're both bad at it. Either it comes out horribly or the way they say it includes disturbing topics.
Not as bad as Enjin though; the man who claims to be "the lady's man", but every lady in his sight gives him side glances whenever he slicks back his unwashed hair.
Though... Zanka can catch himself being really good, too good, it could get Jabber flustered. That's when they lock in and take it as a challenge.
They were only good at flirting as long as they don't think about it beforehand, it seems.
𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐚𝐬. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚
✦ summary: Zanka just bought a ton of lipsticks from a new makeup store, but he has to test them out to see if they're stainproof. Thankfully, he has his own personal test subject to assist him.
✦ setting: modern au
✦ scenario 3.
✦ Now playing:
Both Zanka and Jabber had some free time on their hands, so why not spend it fooling around? Earlier that day Zanka had bought a shit-ton of lipsticks from this new makeup store that opened a few days before. He got a lot of weird stares though; what kind of guy gets that many lipsticks for his girlfriend? Not Zanka, because 1. he's buying for himself and 2. he has a boyfriend.
Even though Zanka did buy a bajillion lipsticks, he had no idea which were stainproof and which weren't. But thank the stars he had a little test subject to help him out in situations like this.
𓆩♡𓆪
Who knows how long they've been going at this experiment. The sun was already setting; rays of light peeking through the covered windows. There, in Zanka's room, sat him and Jabber on the bed. Zanka was still trying on another pair of lipstick, carefully admiring himself in a hand mirror. Across from him was Jabber in an absolute daze, shirtless, looking drunk from all the kisses he was spoiled with that entire afternoon.
“Last one baby,” Zanka announced, admiring himself in the mirror one more time. This lipstick was a nice, faint blue, that almost looked like the color of his eyes. “Thanks fer helpin' me out with this, coulda taken me ages if ya weren't here.” He scooched closer to Jabber, who was absolutely lost in some cloud. “Earth to Jabber,” Zanka held his face between his palms, keeping his head steady.
“Uh-huhh... Yyyeeaahhh..?” Jabber really sounded drunk as fuck. Any sort of affection Zanka gave him just makes his system shut down, ultimately submitting himself to his beautiful blue-eyed emo boyfriend. “Gimmeeee....” He pleaded with a whine.
Oh, he was so cute. Lipstick stains were all over his face, his neck, even down to his collarbone. Some of the stains even overlapped each other, making new, cuter colors. Gently, Zanka pressed his lips onto Jabber's. The kiss was slow, but deep and intimate. Jabber seemed to have snapped back into his consciousness to lick around Zanka's pretty blue lips, staining them and his own. Both of them huffed lightly as they pulled away, staring into each other's eyes.
“Desperate much.” Zanka smirked lightly.
“Can't help it. Yer sooo... yummy.” Jabber giggled, the angel bites under his lips shimmering in the golden sunset.
Zanka observed quietly, then his eyes shot to the lipstick he just applied on. “Yup, this one smudges.” He picked it up and placed it in one of two piles. One pile was for lipsticks that smudged, the other was for those that didn't. He caught a glimpse of himself on the hand mirror next to him, seeing that the blue lipstick had smudged, but also it seemed to have smudged with a red lipstick too, creating a faint purple color near the corner of his lips.
“Y'think purple would suit me?” He asked softly.
“I think anythin' suits you baby.” Jabber admired his partner with his softened, bright eyes. “I like whatever you wear, jus' makes you 6 times cuter anyway.”
“Real cheesy.” Zanka chuckled, shifting around to lay his body on top of Jabber's. Jabber immediately locked his arms around his partner's waist and plastered a kiss on his forehead.
“Hey, I got lipstick on yer forehead~” He snickered.
“Oh yer funny.” Zanka couldn't hold back a giggle himself.