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  1. Public Bookmark 49

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    Zanka squirms a little and swallows thickly. 

     

    “M’still sore,” He says, quiet before reaching back and gripping one of Jabber’s wrists, squeezing in warning and Jabber bites at his lip. Zanka glowers at him, his hair falling past his shoulders as he does so. It’s gotten longer over the last six months. “Don’t be rough. You were a fuckin’ animal last night,” Jabber just hums again, entranced. Zanka tightens his grip. “I mean it, Jabber. I’ll break yer nose again if ya’ make it hurt.” 

     

    “Don’t threaten me wit’ a good time, gorgeous,” Jabber just says with a laugh and Zanka turns away to sigh and roll his eyes. 

     

    Jabber rubs up and down his sides, making sure not to press to hard because he knows that Zanka is still sore, dark spots forming from where Jabber gripped him so hard last night, when he was deep in that shit, when he didn’t want to let Zanka go for even a fucking second. 

     

    Not when Zanka came running back to him. Back into his arms the way he did. 

     

     

    [or, Jabber took Zanka for himself six months ago, but it's only now that perhaps, progress is being made.]

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    10 Apr 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 64

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    Zanka jumps back, hissing, and Jabber drags himself to his feet, brain rebooting. Fight. Fights he knows. They are going to—

    “Fuckin’ finally,” Zanka whistles, and there is something merry in him, now. Happy. “Hi there, wild girl,” he croons, leaning forward on Lovely.

    Wild girl.

    He croons.

    Motherfucker is flirting—with Mankira?

    When Jabber is right here?

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    Zanka can't stop flirting with Mankira during their fights, and Jabber can't stop thinking about it afterwards.

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    05 Apr 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 45

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    Zanka clicked his tongue in displeasure as the joint was handed back to him.

    “I cry once and now I’m on suicide risk?”

    “You were always on suicide risk.” Jabber shrugged, lazily letting his head turn towards his boyfriend, whose eyes remained on the ceiling. “Why d’you wanna kill yourself, Z?”

    There was a beat of silence between them, and slowly it stretched over time, until the only sound in the room was the exhale of smoke from Zanka’s lips.

    “I don’t wanna kill myself.” He answered firmly, as if he had spent the silence attempting to make himself believe in it, and eventually managed.

    - OR! : Zanka has fallen into one of his more rare, more intense depressive episodes. Does dating the impatient and rude man that Jabber Wonger is help, or make it worse? Zanka couldn't really tell you. ( But oh, it helps so much. )

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    31 Mar 2026

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    29 Mar 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 35

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    After a bad night training with the threshecutioner cadets, Karkat craves his moirail's attention. Instead of simply communicating his needs, he decides to employ some rather unorthodox methods to get Gamzee to notice his distress. Gamzee responds accordingly. (Or, the one in which Karkat wallows in self-loathing and decides to break the rules like the tiny badass he is, and Gamzee demonstrates, very firmly, why that's not a good idea.)

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    18 Mar 2026