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"He knows just how hold me

And when his edges soften

His body is my coffin"

"Love me dead" by Ludo

Read the Janka fic "Mirrors" by MossAndMycelium on ao3 and got absolutely obsessed! It's really really good, go check it out!

Janka week freak friday! Jinki swap

"Give me the honor, Mankira"

"Would'ya do it for Zanka-kun, Lovely?""

For some life-threatening reason, they had to use each other's Jinki, and the Jinki responded to them.

I tried to make the Jinki similar to the original, but in a way that still matched the temporary user.

Mankira, with Zanka, is less slash, more piercing and bludgeoning. Since Zanka is normally a medium distance fighter, Mankira is capable of detaching for a longer range (like her all out form with Jabber). Unfortunately for Zanka, she won't let him use the bigger form, not bc she doesn't trust him, but she wants him to prove himself for it to happen, kinda like how Jabber is insistent that Zanka can do more, so she kinda thinks the same. He can zap people tho.

As for Assistaff, she was a lot less trusting in Jabber, but he works it out. She gains a chain middle so that he can move her more freely, like a kusari-fundou. Her blade is also inspired by a scorpion tail, although Jabber can't use his poisons with her. Like Zanka, he needs to use her as a tool/extension of his body, and can't rely on tricks like he does with Mankira.

Janka Week Wednesday of Woe!

Jabber landed a kick, untangling Mankira from Lovely Assistaff, throwing Zanka all the way to the other side of the room. There was something weird about it, though. They've been fighting as always, and, even without scratching him at all this entire time, there was something off about Zanka's breathing. Was he getting tired already? The man with the resistance and stubborness of a brick wall?

Jabber limped closer, feet still aching from the smash earlier. Not that he bothered with that. "Oi Zan-zan, are you quitting already? That no fun, dude!" He heard Zanka cough quietly. Oh, so he wasn't tired! It was something else. And judging by the blood that accompanied the coughs, anyone could easily say it was probably poisoning, considering his opponent, but then again, Mankira did not scratch him not even once this day.

Zanka coughing didn't stop, but he did his best to point Assistaff to his rival, while one hand covered his mouth, blood splashing on his palm and falling to the floor. Jabber smiled, reading Mankira again, but Zanka knees faltered, and he dropped to the floor again. The coughs turned into gags and gasps for air. It was beautiful, truly, Jabber would love to know what kind of thing poisoned his Zanka like that. He almost felt jealous.

Until, between the blood, he saw it.

Petals, tinted red. Jabber couldn't quite remember which kind as well, before looking back to Zanka.

Belladonna. An entire branch of it falling– growing– from his mouth.

It was poison. But the poison was love.

Mankira & Assistafd my beloveds

Extra:

MalleIde in cute outfits

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