Deadass Freak

mostly janka - bottom zanka truther - other fandoms occasionally

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A lil bit about me

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Hi, I'm Drew. Pronouns are it/its. 3 decades around the sun

Mostly post about janka, bottom Zanka top Jabber enthusiast.

Find my ao3 HERE

I do post dark, taboo, and nsfw content. So safe to say minors DNI

I block freely to protect my whimsy ✨️🌻

If you're not here to have fun and be weird, you're gonna have a bad time.

Some other fandoms you'll see here are: The Locked Tomb, Shera, Homestuck.

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I think im gonna take a small break from social media. See yall soon

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Sorry yall. Benadryl induced coma yesterday to try and make my skin quit freaking out. It did not work.

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jabber would

I wanna rip my eyes out looking at this

[eleim]

thats the reaction he would like to provoke

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Sadly yeah.... yeah he would....

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as a bottom jabber truther can i ask why you prefer bottom zanka? im curious

Imma try my best to explain this but at the end of the day its just my preference. The better question is can you explain to me why you like bottom jabber without mentioning his masochism.

So when I first joined the fandom I did like bottom jabber. And its not that i hate bottom jabber now, it more or less how most people choose to portray bottom jabber. Its usually all about his masochism and how he enjoys the pains and thats the only reason people put him as the bottom in my opinion. I dont jive with that.

As for bottom zanka. I love Zanka dearly. He is my favorite character. I see myself in him in a lot of ways. Hes bratty and cranky and needs to be in control.

And most people contribute control to being top. Because most people dont know the difference between top and dominant and conflict the two.

There's a lot of nuance to why I think zanka should be bottom. Most of it has to do with dynamics and top/bottom and dom/sub.

I like dominant bottoms and whiney sub tops.

Plus zanka deserves to be spoiled. His aas deserves to get destroyed and cherished and told how good and pretty and perfect he is while getting dicked down.

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Jabber breaking Zanka's legs and making sure they don't heal quite right (if at all) so he can't run away and has to depend on Jabber. I ❤ attic wife Zanka

Attic wife zanka 🧡🧡🧡🧡

Lowkey I have a fic idea about this that is gathering dust in my docs.

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https://vm.tiktok.com/ZN88LpVmw/

This is like the most Omega zanka core thing I’ve seen

100%

I love this because yes, this is how omegas should be. Feral omega zanka, my beloved.

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jabber would

I wanna rip my eyes out looking at this

[edeven011]

Before you throw your fic ideas that you want to read into ChatGPT or whatever, ask us writers first!!!

We might be busy and take a while to get to it (we are human, after all) but I'd rather you ask me instead of running to AI

That said, if you have any requests, throw them in my inbox and I'll have a look!

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My skin is freaking the fuck out and I donr know if its

A) side affect of medication

B) flair up

C) hormones

D) allergies

E) secret other option that im currently unaware of

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I have this really specific canon divergent au that involves one singular day of childhood friendship before Jabber and Zanka are separated til adulthood. It involves being raised to eliminate you enemies via long game undercover work, Zanka fell first but Jabber fell harder, betrayal, fires, and eventual joining of forces to defeat a common enemy

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Little tiny prompt but how do you feel about Zanka who had taking up smoking because of Enjin and after a good day or a good fight he allows himself one as a little treat and Jabber clocks it as a little habit and has FEELINGS when Zanka has ridden him into a shivering shaking mess and his legs are still jelly.

You forgot after a good fuck. But fucking and fighting are kinda the same thing for janka so off we go!

Im really good at getting carried away :D

Enjoy bestie! Sorry if the end sucks a bit i was trying not to get too carried away

Jabber isn't sure why he noticed it, or even when. The lingering smell of smoke he has attributes to his maybe-somewhat-complicated-fuckbuddie's mentor.

Its not like he saw Zanka smoking. Maybe once or twice. Not often enough for the smell to cling to him really, but enough to linger in his clothes, his hair, but never on his hands.

And Jabber would know. Those talented hands of Zanka's always finding their way into his mouth, holding his jaw open, pressing against his molars and tounge while Zankas body worked wonders above his.

So why is it bothering him?

His body feels floaty and fuzzy in that perfect way it does after Zankas gotten his hands on him. Bruises and scratches littering his body in beautiful patterns that Zanka so lovingly dictated.

So why is there a pressure inside his ribs? A rick in his stomach that is completely throwing off the wonderful bliss he's feeling after Zanka has just given him the ride of his life?

Jabber knows. He knows all too well.

He watches as Zanka so delicately takes the cigarette to his lips to light it. Watches the way his lungs expand to pull in the smoke. Feels something bubble under his skin as he watches Zanka slip just a little bit further into his relaxed state.

And thats just-

Its bullshit.

Because why does that little fucking thing hold so much power over him? Why is he craving it the way Jabber craves Zankas hands harsh and mean on him?

He knows about Zanka little puppy love. Its not hard to see. Hes watch Zanka with him enough, even if Zanka doesn't know that. He doesn't need to.

Hes seen the way Zanka lights up with that blond fuckers praises. The way he craves that fuckers approval. The looks, the silent begging, the need for validations.

There all things Jabber can and is giving him. So why is he still chasing after the approval of someone who isn't even here?!

"Thats a gross habit," he keeps the irritation out of his voice even though it chokes him as the words come out.

Zanka only offers a small shrug of his shoulders, "And I care about your opinion?"

Another drag off the cigarette grates on Jabbers nerves. He wants to plush that stupid thing from his hand. Stub it out on Zankas pretty porcelain skin. Then maybe hes only think of Jabber when he see a cigarette.

Instead of doing that he huffs, crossing his arms over his chest, "the smell is ruining my post nut high."

Hes awarded a chuckle. And if it sends butterflies fluttering through his stomach thats only for him to know.

"Too bad. Your fucking chemical stench kills the mood all the time and you dont see me complaining."

"Always so mean with me Zanzan," not that there's any other way he wants Zanka to be with him. He rolls over, straddling Zankas hips and trailing his finger tips over each new bruise that hes gifted that beautiful skin of his.

"Mhm," noncommittal sounds followed by a puff of smoke being blown directly in Jabbers face, "Im just a mean bitch."

This time Jabber does snatch the cigarette. The smoke buring his eyes in a way that the toxic air of pollution zones doesn't. Hes never held a cigarette before, never felt the need to.

He examines it, rolling it between his fingers as he tests the weight of it. Later he would deny it if Zanka asked, but his shake trembles minutely as he brings the cigarette to his lips.

Its damp where Zankas lips had been. And if Jabber flushes from the intimacy of the indirect kiss Zanka, for once, is kind enough not to comment.

Out of all the poisons Jabber has but into his body, nicotine is the most useless. He cant do anyone and immediate harm with it, cant take in enough of it to outright overdose someone.

That doesn't stop him from pulling the smoke onto is mouth.

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I really should write a gamkar queerplatonic fic..... I love them so much..... ans there's so few fics of them

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you should put karkat in a muzzle

WhY Ya'lL GoTtA PiSs mY RaIl oFf lIkE ThAt mAn? )o: Kk's rEaL SwEeT N YeAh hE YaPs a lOt bUt i lIkE ThAt sHiT (o:

[hachikothewolf94]

Janka Omegaverse (Unfinished)

Working on for a while but I think I've reached my limit for the time being. So y'all enjoy what wrote down so far:

Jabber groaned as he sat up from being thrown out in the middle of nowhere. Grabbing the bag that tossed with him, he started to feel a bit more at ease as Mankira was finally back in its rightful place. Settling his bag on his back as he activates the rings to its basic form so he could poison himself with a suppressant cocktail he made for times like this. He admired Zodyl but damn did Jabber hated the fact that he wouldn't mate with him. Having the boss man carrying their offspring would be a sight to see and they would be strong as hell too! A long sigh left his body as he deactivated Mankira. He sat there for a while until the suppressants kicked in.

Lazily getting up, Jabber walked aimlessly for what felt like hours until he caught a whiff of something.He stood in his tracks as he lifted his nose to air, taking a bigger whiff. Sandlewood, a scent that nearly drove him mad, that could mean one thing. Zanka was somewhere near and more importantly, he was in heat. The alpha happily swayed as he let his instincts take over to find the source of this new loving scent. He ended up standing in front of an abandoned building. Despite it looking small, it was still two stories tall. Like it was a small shop of some sort at one point. This guess was confirmed when Jabber slid the door open, closing it once full inside. Following the scent again, he was able to find a set of stairs. Wondering if this was Zanka’s personal nesting spot as he slowly noticed that this place looked a bit lived in. Finally standing in front of a door that Zanka’s smell was spilling out from, Jabber had to try his best not to drool when carefully opening the door. Shocked when he saw the room was empty, clearly it was Zanka’s, but where the fuck was omega himself? Next thing the alpha knew, he was pinned against the wall, a familiar staff surrounding his throat.

“HOW THE FUCK DID YOU FIND THIS PLACE!?” The omega yelled.

“Glad to see you too.” Jabber laughed. “Just happened to be nearby. Walking around, until that lovely scent of yours instantly grabbed my attention.”

Zanka wanted to kill the raider right then and there, but, for one thing, he didn't want to ruin the walls. Taking the time to repair it or having to find a new place would be a hassle. The raider looked at him in confusion, and a hint of disappointment at the release. Zanka turned to walk to his makeshift nest, setting Aibo against the wall.

“And here I thought we were going to play. Fucking lame.” Jabber pouted. Zanka turned back around, about to give him an ear full but an unnerving feeling hit him before he could. He would have hit the ground if Jabber hadn't instantly caught him. Pheromones spewing out like crazy. Jabber was actually glad for once that suppressant cocktail hadn't worn off yet. It was the only reason he wasn't pinning Zanka down and claiming him. He helped the cleaner get into his nest. Taken aback when Zanka didn’t let him go. A mischievous smile appeared when he saw the flustered yet frustrated expression. No words needed to be said, the two started to kiss while undressing themselves.

The now makeout session was getting a bit sloppy as Jabber started frotting their penis’ with one hand. Stopping when he felt the both of them getting close. Raising up and admiring the omega’s body, cursing at his instincts for how great this man looks. He never really cared for them, at least not for his face anyway. Droopy and depressed eyes, and a permanent frown, even had an overbite. Dude looked like one of those weird flat faced cats. Jabber never understood how anyone could find those things cute. The thought transferred to Zanka's face as a result, but fuck did he look different now.

Those glowing sapphire eyes, filled with desperation, lust, and anger. The way he had one hand covering his mouth, that sorry ass of a mullet was loose and clinging to skin. It was giving a feeling jabber wasn’t sure of, the feeling got worse as his gaze finally wondered. The omega was extremely fit, totally opposite of what Jabber imagined. His uniform made him look slimmer and lanky. Damn, he really should’ve been aiming at his clothes if this was what was being hidden underneath. The omega flinched when the raider’s hands roamed up and down his body, squirming a bit as Jabber started tracing his abs, then his chest. Those cold rings of his didn’t help. A cute noise leaving his throat at the sensation of his nipples being pinched and fondled with.Breath shaking when the raider started to leave light kisses all over his chest. Yelped when Jabber licked and bit his nipple, kissing his way to do the same to the other. Zanka could barely see when Jabber raised up again. The poor omega’s eyes were filled with tears of embarrassment. Despite being in an obvious rut, Jabber’s expression softened, sending out his pheromones to sooth Zanka.Removing the hand covering Zanka’s mouth so he could have better access to gently lick and kiss the tears away.

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Yall need to understand that submissive ≠ bottom. Give me sub tops that are whimpering and begging to fuck their doms. Give me sub tops that are pathetically humping their doms leg while giving them oral. Sub tops that are tied and restrained while their dom grinds against them and mock them the whole time about how badly they want it.

Le sigh.

This isn't pointed at anything or anyone. I just like to share my thoughts.

[unstickymango]

let's eat ramen with.. nvm