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It had only been a few days since Zanka miserably lost to Jabber, and he’s been recovering from the neurotoxin’s symptoms since then. But he felt guilty just sitting around all day, clenching his fists in frustration at his own pathetic state. Who knew the next time they’d face the Raiders?
As his mind continued to spiral at night, Zanka didn’t notice the noises coming from outside his window.
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06 Jun 2026
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The literal incarnation of Jabber's soul is a beauty of sharpness and poison. Mankira. Mankiller. Ten silver rings, ten deadly claws.
He thinks it's fitting.
Jabber likes pain, both when it's inflicted on him and when it's plainly visible in another person. He likes fighting, tearing people apart, seeing how they break on him. He likes it even more when he loses, when he's the one with blood in his teeth and holes in his body. He was made for it, for making it happen and for enjoying it.
And yet—
“It’s funny, man, sum light petting ‘n yer already coming undone, ain't ya?” Zanka laughs again, lips tracing the lines of Jabber's jaw, making him tilt his head higher and higher in an honestly lame attempt to escape the ministrations. On Zanka's shoulders, his hands busy themselves clinging to the Cleaner's shirt, twisting and pulling at the fabric like a lifeline. He wants to move, to escape. He also wants to wiggle himself into Zanka's bones, carve a place in the middle of his ribcage and curl up there like a cat in the sun. “Yer so cute,” Zanka purrs, “unbelievable.”
Or,
Jabber, belonging, and Zanka.Bookmarked by ghostpluto
06 Jun 2026
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After a daring, and generally unpleasant, trip through the metaverse to kill god, Ren and Akechi are closer than ever. They've shared secrets they thought they'd never tell, and stayed with each other despite this. But now that they're back in the real world and the feelings they share haven't dissipated, it's becoming harder and harder for each to stay away from the other. Ren, weak of soul as he is, is the first to crack. He's been fantasizing about this moment for the last year, and god, he's going to make the most of it.
Or;
Ren buys Akechi a slutty version of his Black Mask suit and then humbly asks Akechi to kick his shit in. Akechi obliges.
This fic is inspired by a post by @strialternatives on Tumblr, which can be found here: https://www.tumblr.com/strialternatives/815294685933436928/bonus-used-the-freaks-for-color-studies-this?source=share
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- Part 2 of Fate of the Wildcards
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23 May 2026
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If he closes his eyes, he can feel the ghost of Kunigami's fingers branding his skin, the catching of his breath when Chigiri's fingers threaded into his hair, all those involuntary surrenders that no amount of denial will be able to erase, and he knows what he heard in those shattered syllables of his own name spilling between gritted teeth.
I'd rather have you like this than not at all.
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22 May 2026
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Patience is often a virtue that people wish to possess. Sadly, for Hyoma Chigiri, it wasn’t something he could display at the moment. This was all due to the beautiful, strong, and utterly oblivious hunk of a man named Rensuke Kunigami. They’ve been flirting for years, but Kunigami is completely and utterly oblivious, apparently. That's why desperate times call for desperate measures, and Chigiri decides a little tactical jealousy is just what it takes to wake him up.
Spoiler: The wake-up call works. A little too well.
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22 May 2026