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    He clocked him, Zanka fully rocked his shit and he’s bleeding, a lot. - so why the FUCK is he smiling!? Zanka is gravely unsettled and perturbed right now. But that feeling is soon outweighed by his spite.

     
    So he winds his fist once more, belting it straight back down onto the same place as the first time. He can feel the way a vein bulged on his forehead, just as he could feel the rush of strangled breath dance warmly over his balled up knuckles as they made contact for the second time.

     
    Yet the guy was still smirking sharply through bloodied teeth, despite the way his legs wobbled.

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    Janka college au where Zanka is burnt out and hanging on by a thread when Jabber fucking Wonger explodes into his life, getting under his skin from the very first second they meet at a party.. one Zanka begrudgingly attended too. Somehow, Jabber wedges himself into Zanka’s already overcrowded head, annoyingly impossible to ignore. Zanka feels the overwhelming urge to either beat the shit out of him or pick up his charcoals and draw for the first time in months. Honestly, he’s leaning toward both.

    Can Zanka and Jabber balance each other out, or are they doomed to keep butting heads?

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    08 Jun 2026

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    After a reckless night, Zanka finds his whole world turning upside down by the force that is Jabber Wonger, a stranger who embodied everything Zanka had been taught to denounce. Everything in his life gets redefined, leaving him unsteady and lost.

    And free.

     

    (Zanka is gonna be frustrating as hell at first, bear with me he has character development to go through!)

    Edit 4/1: Please do not ask me who tops and who bottoms. I will not answer. This fic is not only about sex, there's a story being told, a larger narrative. If the most important thing to you when reading this is who tops and who bottoms, this story isn't for you. Thank you.

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    07 Jun 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 24

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    Zanka is a physics major and a competitive athlete—a pole vaulter.
    Jabber is a toxicology student in chemistry who is way too comfortable with dangerous substances and even more comfortable testing them on himself.

    They keep ending up in the same places, even though they probably shouldn’t.

    Zanka, Tamsy, Riyo, and Follo, along with a few other students, formed a small university club called the Cleaners. Their group explored “restricted zones” in the city, such as old buildings and abandoned areas. In the club, their philosophy was absolute: leave every location exactly as it was found.

    On the other hand, there was a rival club called the Raiders. They also visited the same restricted places, but they had a different goal. For them, an exploration was not complete unless they took something from the place as a souvenir—They made it a point to scavenge or steal physical mementos from every location they breached.

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    Zanka, a physics major and pole vaulter, and Jabber, a toxicology student who experiments with dangerous substances, often end up crossing paths in restricted city sites despite being from opposing clubs.

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    26 May 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 7

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    The little coastal town of Awa'atlu, Neteyam's dearly loathsome residence since the early age of five, smells of acacia's honey, fish and the scarlet red dried ristras of peppers hanging off of the walls of the shacks in rich bouquets, their bitter, often throat prickling smell mingling with the slightly damp saltiness of the ocean breeze that drifted over the massive formations of the limestones, emerging out of the coast, protecting the little cribs from the tyrannic waves of the sea.

    Spreadtalk circulated from tongue to tongue, legends of the village and its folks whispered, where a few, strange kind of phenomenon occurs —stolen bundles of fishes, plundered huts, the whisper-like shuffle of the leaves of the acacia trees, and a lonely, tender mewl of a voice in the midnight, the cries of the moon, as some might decieve, however the one people tend to notice last, and the most —a villager, abruptly, inexplicably going missing.

    Sirens.

    Superstitions.

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    25 May 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 74

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    Zanka’s best kept secret is exposed to an unlikely invader in the Medical Ward, now he has to find a way to navigate the precarious situation without alerting anyone else.

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    Jabber sneaks into HQ and Zanka uses him as a blood bag

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    25 May 2026