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Hard work beats genius. Zanka is gonna tattoo that onto the sorry fuckin' hide of everyone who's ever doubted him, and he's gonna start with Jabber fuckin' Wonger. He's gonna prove he's nothing like that guy, or his shithead family.
(The rush he feels at the sight of blood, at the sweet sound of agony, doesn't mean a thing.)
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"GREAT! Just great! As if this could GET any better!" Zanka bites out, seething. Of course he's stuck here, injured, in a damp, dirty cell, and of course he's stuck here with fucking Jabber of all people.
Jabber whistles appreciatively, "Man, you're in a mood today. Wake up on the wrong side of the bed?" and cackles at his own joke. Zanka's gonna strangle him. He's gonna rip out those bars with his bare hands and use them to beat Jabber to death.
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Zanka is taken by some people who want to study givers. Jabber is there too. This somehow makes everything both better and so much worse.
Disclaimer: do NOT feed my work into generative AI or I will fucking GET you.
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- Part 1 of your honor they make me insane (Janka)
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wyd when your enemy begs you to eat him by orphan_account
Fandoms: Gachiakuta (Anime), Gachiakuta (Manga)
08 Nov 2025
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Zanka manages to pin Jabber down under Lovely Assistaff, and he doesn't struggle, for some reason. He feels drool drip from his mouth as he hovers over the raider, eyes wide and crazed. He doesn't realize Jabber's stopped struggling because of said sight.
"Dude, you look like you're about to eat me. Which is lowkey hot n' all but also... what the hell."
Zanka grits his teeth and brings a hand up to cover his face, turning away from the restrained man. He needs to get it together.
CHAPTER THREEEE its finally done im free were so back
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Zanka is always getting wrapped up in Jabber’s games (fights, more like it, and not that he minds), but when he finally pulls Jabber into his game, suddenly the tables are taking a very unexpected turn.
@cryptidcorvidae888 on tiktok posted about Jabber not knowing how to handle affection and Zanka eating it up, and you know what? He’s exactly correct! So I wrote a fic about it 😁
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"Zanka doesn't know when it began. There was a lingering feeling in the air, a faint smell of iron, like he was actively being haunted by something, someone. An unsettling feeling drooped in his stomach, hollowing him from the inside out. It had become familiar in a sort of twisted way.
He questioned it, of course; at first, at least. But he never detected anyone following him, and nobody else understood his concerns, so he simply blamed his heightened senses from a lifetime of training. Everything on the ground could smell of iron, since there was so much trash.
And he couldn't quite tell what it would be, if not the pollution mixed with the environment. The smell was a little dizzying at times, when it got stronger, leaving him somewhat dazed for a couple of seconds. But it happened rarely, and it was easy to ignore. Maybe the sleepless nights were catching up to him?"
aka Zanka gets his life saved by his stalking-inclined masochistic rival, and confronting him goes awfully off the rails.

