#static rambles

IRON LUNG WAS FUCKING PHENOMENAL HOLY SHITTTTT

I feel like she assumed that maybe a younger child wouldn’t rebel as much and that’s why Minima is younger than Lena (probably around the boys’ age) but she also probably didn’t take into account that everyone in her family is just chaotic to some extent and that would lead to some arguments between them especially since I feel like Minima would still have good moral compass despite what Magica is trying to teach her.

There’s an ugly feeling Zanka can’t name that rears its head when he feels Jabber’s grip loosen on his jinki, if only for a second, before the slide of his fingers- Mankira, up her handle makes him twitch his thumb between those teeth. Fine, he’ll bite. He’s beyond irritated already, running off of nothing but adrenaline- and to make it worse, there’s this heavy weight in the room he can’t seem to pinpoint, but he’s drowning in it, almost like the only way he can come up for air is if he gives in to that violent itch spindling through his nerves, begging him to draw blood, begging him to let himself feel how good it is to hurt.

Or anything close to that, really.

He twists the digit in his mouth until the pad of his thumb is pressed against the flat of Jabber’s soft palette, paying no attention to the dig of those teeth against his flesh, or the way his breath feels on his skin. It's irrelevant, it’s disgusting, it makes Zanka’s gut wrench.

He presses into the tissue, moving his fingers to better wrap around the side of Jabber’s face as he slowly slides Assistaff along the curve of his jaw, settling the fork in her wood against his trachea, pressing just hard enough to constrict his airway. It makes him feel triumphant in a way he really shouldn't, pulling Jabber in by the grip he has on his face until the blonde is practically kissing his own knuckle, all against the solidity of his jinki digging into his intruder’s throat.

Zanka can feel the way his breath beats against Jabber’s lips, can feel every ragged wheeze drawn out by Assistaff’s collaring. He’s thinking he has to have gone insane when he feels his pulse along the thrum of her wood, echoing into her own anima far more intrusively than it should. It feels violating, exciting, Zanka feels like he should be nauseous.

“You want me to bite so bad?” His voice barely comes above a whisper, tone laden with something just about as suffocating as the air between them. He tilts his head, studying the look on Jabber’s face, locking their gaze as he moves himself close enough that their lips barely brush.

”Fine.”

He’s quick to react, pulling him by the pressure he has pinned against the roof of his mouth and pushing himself forward just enough to capture Jabber’s top lip between his teeth, snapping his jaw shut. He sinks his canines into flesh until he can feel warmth pooling down around his knuckles, filling his mouth with a sharp tang that makes his throat tighten from the intensity of the taste as their teeth scrape together. It makes the air feel a little more breathable when all he can smell is the acidity of the blood in his mouth, Zanka barely catches it when he pulls back and swallows, shivering at the way it coats his mouth.

Screenshot redraw plus ship content plus song lyrics (song is Disappear Daily by Ollie MN)

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Sometimes I worry ab being too snufmin oriented but it’s my art and my comfort ship and my blog and I post what I want 🏃 (but genuinely sorry if it gets tiring)