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Back then, they hadn't been entirely sure exactly what visions Amo’s abilities played to her victims, but Riyo's face in particular when the illusion had broken had stuck with him.
That woman's powers are real vicious, he remembers thinking to himself as he looked at Riyo’s crumpled form on the ground. Real vicious.
Which is exactly why he hesitates to answer.
Or, the one where Zanka discovers who he would've seen had he forgotten his mask back in Amo's tower, and how he deals with the consequences.
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11 Feb 2026
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“Unfortunately,” Zanka sighs, stepping out of his safe zone and back to his station, “I have the design I think you’ll like best. It’ll hurt like hell though, so I suggest numbing cream.”
It’s fruitless and he knows it. Enjin laughs at him from where he’s just finished replacing all their old flowers. “Not a chance,” Jabber says chipperly, “You know damn well I’m hopin’ it’ll hurt, Zan-Zan.”
“And every time,” Zanka growls, pulling up the design to show Jabber, “I pray you’ve gained some sanity.”
Zanka is a simple tattoo artist wanting to do his job. Unfortunately for him, the masochistic florist across the street they order their flowers from is one of his regulars.
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That obligatory tattoo artist/florist AU, but Janka
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- Part 1 of Janka Florist/Tattoo Artist AU
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10 Feb 2026
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Zanka covered his ears, at some point. Somebody slammed into his shoulder, at some point. Somebody grabbed him by the arm, at some point. But it did not really matter.
When the world went to shit on an unasuming day, there was absolutely nothing left after. Fields of dust and rubble as far as the eye could see.
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07 Feb 2026
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The kiss is everything Zanka thought it would be, it's filthy, it’s disgusting, it’s like sharing the spliff, sharing spit, sharing their intoxication, Zanka hates it, he sinks his hand into Jabber’s hair, tugs hard enough that Jabber howls, and fights until it’s him pushing Jabber against the wall.
Jabber moans, his back arching, “Fuck, fuck, Zan-zan, you’re makin’ me so hard,” and his words make something climb up Zanka’s back, especially when a hand slips under his shirt, throws it over his head, and Zanka’s quick to do the same, and he’s never done this before, but it’s familiar in every way, ignorant in every other. The ugly, timid thing inside of him is wailing, it's fallen down into his gut, it’s screaming with every push of their tongues.
Ouroboros
(n.) /ˈuː.rəˌbɔːr.əs/
An ancient symbol of a serpent or snake consuming its own tail, embodying endless cycles of obsession, destruction, and rebirth; the infinite loop of desire and self-destruction.(Or, in which Zanka can’t stop thinking about Jabber, no matter how much he fights, runs, or hates it—and it only gets worse.)
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06 Feb 2026
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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.
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01 Feb 2026