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@itskoti
I love that Zanka and Riyo are eachothers ride or die
Riyo "I can't trust any of you, but also Zanka told me to turn around and I trust him so I will"
And Zanka "this shield is going straight at me at the speed of a bullet but Riyo told me to stay put that she's going to cut it and I trust her so I will"
Love them
one thing i kinda wanna see more from jabber in fics is the acknowledgment that he isnt necessarily seeking out *pain* but rather the experience of being overpowered and beated through force, which just so happens to include being in pain.
like. we see when he laughs after zanka breaks his ribs, he gets visibly annoyed by this type of pain and doesnt seem to be enjoying it. when hii breaks his arm, he doesnt moan in ecstacy but rather falters and acts shocked. its only *after* that he starts to connect that pain to the fact his opponent got one up on him that he eroticizes that sensation and experience.
in his fantasies, he doesnt mention the pain of being beaten, but rather the person *doing it* as the object of his desire. "you can beat me black and blue like zodyl right" and expressing arousal at being surrounded by givers but not being able to leave because he still has a task to complete.
thats not to say jabber isnt a masochist or that he doesnt experience pleasure from painat all, because we see that he *does* very plainly. but rather, im saying that the misattribution of arousal *to* being in pain, is moreso connected to his desire to be *dominated* and *completely overpowered*.
I truly believe that Riyo and Zanka did not initially get along bc Zanka is a prickly smartass and Riyo has a gun.
Like, the first conversations that Enjin has to have about her not shooting people is Zanka almost losing a toe in a dispute over the last French fry.
FEM JANKAAA AGENDA
I have more of these!!
KEEP EM COMING BESTIE
when the character is obsessive and desperate and guilty and scared and ashamed and traumatized and repressed
Alternative Tamsy⁉️
Punk, emo, goth Tamsy has me going FERAL I couldn’t hold back
Y’all WILL see more of alt Tams cuz this is my new favorite thing to draw 😋
I’m also itching to draw Tamsy’s fit from the recent merch drop so I might do that 👀
Fanfic so good you gotta stop and scroll on social media to not get overwhelmed
Won't someone come save poor Jabber?
Vampire Janka but they're not actually vampires, they are just freaks that love the taste of each other's blood
Jabber licking Zanka's blood of Mankira is a thought I’ve been silent about long enough.
Canon-verse Jabber and Zanka getting high together,,,
"Okay, so, like. Hear me out."
Smoke from Jabber's weed and Zanka's incense wafts around the room, moved by the ceiling fan and sent swirling above the boys' heads.
Which is never a good thing to hear anyway, but Jabber's properly stoned now, so that makes it worse. Zanka is also stoned, and is thus more likely to not give a shit.
"What?"
"You think anybody got a strap as their Vital Instrument?" Okay. What the fuck. Zanka says it so Jabber can hear.
"Jabber, what the fuck."
Jabber giggles, swinging his legs. He's perched upside down, head dangling off the bed while Zanka lounges next to him with his back against the wall. His too-big t-shirt has ridden up with all his wiggling about, exposing what feels like miles of brown skin. Zanka can't decide if he wants to tickle or bite.
He doesn't get to do either because Jabber slaps the shit out of his leg, his fingertips catching against his thigh at just the right angle to sting like a bitch even through the fabric of his pants.
"Ow, you stupid motherfucker!" he complains, as is his right. Jabber snorts.
"Answer the question!" the taller says.
"I'm thinkin', asshole."
What would a strap-on Vital Instrument be used for, even? Like, besides the obvious, original use.
"I dunno what type of ability you'd even get from that..." Zanka mumbles. He readjusts his position to cross a leg under him. Damn, his thigh still stings.
Jabber hums. "Well... do we think, like. Combat? Or something entirely unrelated to that, like, uh. Oh, Auntie's Eyes are kinda unique, right?"
"Semiu hears you say Eyes is only 'kinda unique,' she'll beat your ass, Jabber."
"Stay on-topic, Zanka!"
"Rich as hell, coming from you." Jabber just giggles again, then stops. He hums. Hums again, makes a contemplative groaning noise.
"Wait, okay. I'm gonna tell you this but don't be mad, okay? You gotta promise!" Jabber starts, and of course Zanka can already feel himself getting irritated.
"...Jabber, be very careful with your next words."
"I was just gonna say, I had an ex–" "Jabber Wonger–" "Not even an ex, really. We only fucked a couple times, but she said I was 'too reactive for a man' or whatever. So." Jabber repeats the ex's words with air quotes. Yo, what the fuck? Any irritation at Jabber having exes is replaced by irritation at the absurdity of that complaint.
"So... she wanted to have sex. But not be aware that you were enjoying it??" Zanka asks, incredulous.
"I dunno, man. Anyway, one time we were in the middle of it and she had me bent over taking her strap-" "I'm getting pissed off again-" "and she said she was gonna fuck me so good I'd get pregnant off her strap."
"Jabber, don't tell me anything else about this bitch."
"Don't call her a bitch, she was nice enough!"
"Told you you less man because you're a little vocal during sex? Even though she was topping you? That's nice?"
"Okay, okay, anyway. Do we think like. Vital instrument strap can just. Impregnate anybody, regardless of their ability to be pregnant otherwise?"
Zanka can't help the laugh that escapes him. What a stupid fucking visual. Bam, child be upon ye, type shit. Zanka laughs harder.
"Nah, nah. Immediate and unending orgasms," he wheezes. Jabber cracks the fuck up, head tipping back off the bed.
"T-that's not even bad, though?" Jabber giggles. "Wouldn't that be fun?"
"No, dude, think about it," Zanka insists. "You're in a fight, maybe its a group of people all going at it. Some lady you don't even know is there suddenly points a giant dildo at you and then you're creamin' your pants right there in front of everybody. You don't know it's gonna happen, so there's no way to brace for it or hide your reaction. Also, 'unending' definitely implies that it's not gonna stop. Your heart's just gonna burst, eventually."
"Holy shit. What a way to go~"
"Jabber, lock the fuck in, man. You're dead, and also it was in front a non-consenting group of people. Just the threat alone is psychological warfare."
"Oh Zanka, your Hell Guard's showing," Jabber sings.
"Whoever does the body is gonna hafta clean up your cum-covered underwear, Jabber," Zanka argues. Jabber shrugs.
"Not to get too gross," the ex-Raider says, "but don't the coroners have to clean shit and piss off people regularly anyway? Bodies express so much stuff when you die, they're probably used to it, yeah?"
"Jabber. Cum is different. Bodies don't automatically release that when you die, it would absolutely be noticeably different!"
"I guess—"
"Jabber your obituary is going to say you orgasmed to death. That is a wild-ass way to go out. Even wilder for people to know about it."
"You say my name alot when you're high, y'know?" Jabber sighs, stretching his arms out as far as they go. The stretch makes his back arch, and Zanka gets that urge to bite again.
"Mm. Can I say something without you being a bitch about it?"
"Maybe?"
"Asshole," Zanka grunts, but also he can't help but be fond. "...when we smoke, sometimes my tongue feels all heavy. But your name is real easy, it feels nice to say, not like I'm working for it. I like it."
Zanka's eyes had closed for a brief moment, and when he opens them it's to see his boyfriend flushed red, from the base of his neck to his hairline. "Aw, Jabber. You're being a bitch~"
Jabber grabs the blanket that had fallen to the ground thirty minutes ago and drags it up to cover his face. A muffled, "am not" sounds from beneath it.
Instead of biting, Zanka pokes at Jabber's exposed belly until he falls of the bed, squawking and embarrassed and pretty.
@eleim @boredfandomchild @skribbledark @whimsicalcakebites @ikebanaka @animated-freak
Canon-verse Jabber and Zanka getting high together,,,
"Okay, so, like. Hear me out."
Smoke from Jabber's weed and Zanka's incense wafts around the room, moved by the ceiling fan and sent swirling above the boys' heads.
Which is never a good thing to hear anyway, but Jabber's properly stoned now, so that makes it worse. Zanka is also stoned, and is thus more likely to not give a shit.
"What?"
"You think anybody got a strap as their Vital Instrument?" Okay. What the fuck. Zanka says it so Jabber can hear.
"Jabber, what the fuck."
Jabber giggles, swinging his legs. He's perched upside down, head dangling off the bed while Zanka lounges next to him with his back against the wall. His too-big t-shirt has ridden up with all his wiggling about, exposing what feels like miles of brown skin. Zanka can't decide if he wants to tickle or bite.
He doesn't get to do either because Jabber slaps the shit out of his leg, his fingertips catching against his thigh at just the right angle to sting like a bitch even through the fabric of his pants.
"Ow, you stupid motherfucker!" he complains, as is his right. Jabber snorts.
"Answer the question!" the taller says.
"I'm thinkin', asshole."
What would a strap-on Vital Instrument be used for, even? Like, besides the obvious, original use.
"I dunno what type of ability you'd even get from that..." Zanka mumbles. He readjusts his position to cross a leg under him. Damn, his thigh still stings.
Jabber hums. "Well... do we think, like. Combat? Or something entirely unrelated to that, like, uh. Oh, Auntie's Eyes are kinda unique, right?"
"Semiu hears you say Eyes is only 'kinda unique,' she'll beat your ass, Jabber."
"Stay on-topic, Zanka!"
"Rich as hell, coming from you." Jabber just giggles again, then stops. He hums. Hums again, makes a contemplative groaning noise.
"Wait, okay. I'm gonna tell you this but don't be mad, okay? You gotta promise!" Jabber starts, and of course Zanka can already feel himself getting irritated.
"...Jabber, be very careful with your next words."
"I was just gonna say, I had an ex–" "Jabber Wonger–" "Not even an ex, really. We only fucked a couple times, but she said I was 'too reactive for a man' or whatever. So." Jabber repeats the ex's words with air quotes. Yo, what the fuck? Any irritation at Jabber having exes is replaced by irritation at the absurdity of that complaint.
"So... she wanted to have sex. But not be aware that you were enjoying it??" Zanka asks, incredulous.
"I dunno, man. Anyway, one time we were in the middle of it and she had me bent over taking her strap-" "I'm getting pissed off again-" "and she said she was gonna fuck me so good I'd get pregnant off her strap."
"Jabber, don't tell me anything else about this bitch."
"Don't call her a bitch, she was nice enough!"
"Told you you less man because you're a little vocal during sex? Even though she was topping you? That's nice?"
"Okay, okay, anyway. Do we think like. Vital instrument strap can just. Impregnate anybody, regardless of their ability to be pregnant otherwise?"
Zanka can't help the laugh that escapes him. What a stupid fucking visual. Bam, child be upon ye, type shit. Zanka laughs harder.
"Nah, nah. Immediate and unending orgasms," he wheezes. Jabber cracks the fuck up, head tipping back off the bed.
"T-that's not even bad, though?" Jabber giggles. "Wouldn't that be fun?"
"No, dude, think about it," Zanka insists. "You're in a fight, maybe its a group of people all going at it. Some lady you don't even know is there suddenly points a giant dildo at you and then you're creamin' your pants right there in front of everybody. You don't know it's gonna happen, so there's no way to brace for it or hide your reaction. Also, 'unending' definitely implies that it's not gonna stop. Your heart's just gonna burst, eventually."
"Holy shit. What a way to go~"
"Jabber, lock the fuck in, man. You're dead, and also it was in front a non-consenting group of people. Just the threat alone is psychological warfare."
"Oh Zanka, your Hell Guard's showing," Jabber sings.
"Whoever does the body is gonna hafta clean up your cum-covered underwear, Jabber," Zanka argues. Jabber shrugs.
"Not to get too gross," the ex-Raider says, "but don't the coroners have to clean shit and piss off people regularly anyway? Bodies express so much stuff when you die, they're probably used to it, yeah?"
"Jabber. Cum is different. Bodies don't automatically release that when you die, it would absolutely be noticeably different!"
"I guess—"
"Jabber your obituary is going to say you orgasmed to death. That is a wild-ass way to go out. Even wilder for people to know about it."
"You say my name alot when you're high, y'know?" Jabber sighs, stretching his arms out as far as they go. The stretch makes his back arch, and Zanka gets that urge to bite again.
"Mm. Can I say something without you being a bitch about it?"
"Maybe?"
"Asshole," Zanka grunts, but also he can't help but be fond. "...when we smoke, sometimes my tongue feels all heavy. But your name is real easy, it feels nice to say, not like I'm working for it. I like it."
Zanka's eyes had closed for a brief moment, and when he opens them it's to see his boyfriend flushed red, from the base of his neck to his hairline. "Aw, Jabber. You're being a bitch~"
Jabber grabs the blanket that had fallen to the ground thirty minutes ago and drags it up to cover his face. A muffled, "am not" sounds from beneath it.
Instead of biting, Zanka pokes at Jabber's exposed belly until he falls of the bed, squawking and embarrassed and pretty.
@eleim @boredfandomchild @skribbledark @whimsicalcakebites @ikebanaka @animated-freak
Jabber, cross faded out of her mind, grinding up on some stranger on the club dance floor, gaze catching on some guy copping a feel on a girl nearby only for her to whip around and land the most beautiful right hook Jabber’s ever seen
The poor schmuck stumbles back and the girl follows with, two jabs to the stomach and a cross to the nose sending him to the floor. She gives a swift kick to his ribs right as security surrounds them. And oh, Jabber needs that
She peels away from the dance floor, keeping an eye on the girl and her friends now arguing with security. Eventually the bouncers haul off the passed out groper. Jabber bides her time at the bar, waiting for her moment, downing another drink as she does
She prowls back into the crowd, giddy with excitement as she slinks behind the blonde and wraps her hands around her hips. The girl turns to glance at Jabber, then continues dancing. Huh. Okay, take two. One hand dips lower, copping a feel with a firm squeeze—damn, that’s nice, she gets why that guy tried it—bracing for a hit that…doesn’t come? What’s a girl gotta do to get her shit rocked?
Jabber keeps escalating, both hands roaming, grabbing, squeezing anything she can get. Her game of grab-ass feels pretty nice, but the blonde's not swinging on her and Jabber's getting bored. She lets go, about to leave when the girl finally turns, face red and scowling as she grabs Jabber's arm and hauls her through the crowd. Jabber would've preferred a public fight, but now security won't break them up once they start scrapping.
They end up in an alley, the stranger shoving Jabber against the brick wall as soon as the door swings shut behind them. Oh yeah, now we're talkin! Then the blonde is on her, grabbing a fistful of locs and yanking, as teeth sink into her exposed neck. Oh. Oh! It wasn't a fight, but Jabber supposed this was just as good
Yk that “would you still love me as a worm?” question. Jabber would ask Zanka and then find a worm and somehow gaslight Zanka that he somehow turned into a worm. Rather Zanka believes it or not is up in the air but Jabber would just be watching from a far giggling to himself as Zanka takes care of this worm.
at first zanka would guess it's a joke but after a week of the worm following him (jabber keeps moving it) he starts to believe it
and starts talking to it
relax bro ain’t nobody takin it from you😭
people having been recommending gachiakuta to me and I’m proud to announce that I have adopted a new son
