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The Apotheosis of War, 1871 painting by Vasily Vereshchagin
jabber and amo siblings propaganda
modern au where theyre both adopted by corvus :)
hes trying his best to raise his kids in a way that is restrictive a healthy amount but amo still ends up a bit spoiled cus jabber would do anything for her and lets her do whatever she wants
Corvus from Gachiakuta, commissioned by the English VA (Gabe Kunda)
Such a pleasure to work on this.
Headcanons— ⋮ ⌗ gachiakuta┆
Characters: Gris Rubion, Enjin, Jabber Wonger, Arkha Corvus, Tamsy Caines, August Stilza
Warnings: smut!, #needthatneedthatneedthat, potential spoilers for the manga, texted my friends about these things, didn’t check for typos 🙂↕️ (here u go Jade and Grace 🫰🫰🫰)
Gris Rubion:
- soft top but will be bottom
- your pleasure is his pleasure
- talks his partner through it “need me to slow down?”
- big dick energy
- 7.5 inches, curves slightly to the left with a prominent vein tracing up one side. real sensitive
- secretly likes seeing his partner struggle taking his dick
- sweetheart all around, especially after sex
- generally private about his relationship
- not one to get jealous easily
- likes doing it after hard missions— makes him feel closer to you
riso constellations 💫 noctua & corvus
Philippine Jungle Crow (Corvus philippinus), ALBINO, family Corvidae, order Passeriformes, Mindanao, Philippines
photograph by Jun Rey Yap
Super Shy—☆
Gachiakuta boys are confused, cause you're super shy in public but a talkative menace in private.
Fluff, f!reader, reader is shy in public but very talkative in private and crack || Thank you for the request dear<33
In public, you’re quiet, always half a step behind Enjin, hands folded, eyes down. You nod when spoken to, answer in short sentences, and freeze up when anyone looks at you too long. People assume you’re intimidated by them.
Enjin thinks it’s funny—at first.
Because the moment you’re alone?
“You know what’s crazy?” you say, already crawling onto the couch next to him. “The way you never wash your coat. Like statistically it should smell worse than this.”
He blinks. “You were silent for six hours.”
“And I was saving my energy,” you reply, immediately looping an arm around his waist. “Also your hair does that weird flip thing on the left side and I’ve been staring at it all day.”
Enjin bursts out laughing, one arm automatically pulling you closer. You do not stop talking. About nothing, about everything, about the dumb way Zanka walks, about how Tamsy blinks too slowly, about how you once dropped food and thought the ground would swallow you whole.
“You’re like a different person,” Enjin mutters, amused.
You hum, cheek pressed to his chest. “You make me feel…unlocked.”
From then on, Enjin subtly keeps you close. A hand on your shoulder in public, a quiet “you good?” murmured just for you—because he knows when you get home, you’ll cling to him like a koala and talk his ear off until he falls asleep smiling.
You barely speak around Tamsy at first. Soft voice, polite nods, hands fidgeting with your sleeves. You avoid eye contact like it might physically harm you.
Tamsy finds it…interesting but boring too.
Then one night, you’re alone in the main room together, chilling.
“…Okay,” you say, exhaling. “I’ve been holding that in for HOURS.”
And suddenly you’re right next to him, fingers gripping his sleeve.
“Do you ever feel like Enjin would survive a nuclear explosion but die slipping on a banana peel?”
Tamsy stares, but you keep going.
“And I saw Rudo practicing an intimidating stare in mirror but he was looking like a raccoon. Also—can you believe Corvus said—”
He starts laughing, quiet at first, then full, shoulders-shaking laughter.
From that day on, Tamsy notices the pattern—you cling to him when you think no one’s watching, sit closer than necessary, whisper jokes just for him.
He never calls attention to it—never teases you publicly.
Instead, he makes sure you’re always paired with him.
Because he likes being the only one who knows how loud you really are.
You make Zanka happy in public by doing absolutely nothing.
You’re shy, small, reserved—everything he doesn’t know how to handle, he keeps talking around you, filling silence with noise, because you never interrupt.
Until one day, you’re alone training together.
“You know,” you say casually, sitting way too close, “you fight like you’re mad at gravity.”
Zanka chokes. “WHAT?”
And then it’s over for him.
You’re glued to his side, tugging his sleeve, leaning on his shoulder, talking nonstop about the dumbest things—how rocks look like faces, how you think Enjin snores, how you definitely could beat August in a staring contest.
“You’re evil,” he groans, but he’s smiling.
In public, you revert—quiet, distant and polite.
Zanka becomes aggressively protective without realizing why—because he knows—only he gets this version of you.
And that makes him stupidly proud. (A dork)
Zodyl assumes you don’t like him at first.
You barely speak, you avoid him, you look terrified whenever he addresses you directly.
He’s used to that.
Then one day, you’re stuck together on a random duty.
“…Okay but hypothetically,” you say, leaning into his side, “if we had to rank everyone based on who would cry during a scary story—Jabber’s lying about not crying.”
Zodyl freezes, you keep going—closer, ofter, clingier.
He listens, patiently. Letting you ramble until your voice fades into smiles and hums.
“You’re…comfortable with me,” he says carefully.
You nod. “You don’t expect me to perform.”
From then on, Zodyl positions himself near you in public—a silent wall, a shield.
And when you’re alone, he lets you talk, lets you hold onto his arm.
Because trust, to him, is louder than words.
You’re painfully shy around Corvus. Head bowed. Voice barely audible. You look like you’re afraid he’ll vanish if you say the wrong thing.
He’s gentle with you because of it.
But one quiet evening—
You sit beside him and suddenly grab his sleeve.
“Okay but listen. LISTEN! What if birds gossip?”
Corvus smiles instantly.
You talk for hours, about nonsense, about thoughts you’d never say out loud, about how you hate silence unless it’s with him.
You cling without realizing it—head on his shoulder, fingers tangled in his coat.
Corvus never moves.
“You’re very expressive,” he murmurs fondly.
You blink. “Only with you.”
From then on, he never rushes you in public. Never forces conversation.
He knows the real you comes out when it’s safe.
And he’ll always be that place.(I love this man so much<3)
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