#c. ziggy

[tidelure]

RAIN ARRIVES SUDDENLY, AS IT'S OUGHT TO DO, AND DRIVES MARUKA THROUGH THE NEAREST DOORWAY AND INTO  THE PAST ╱ feat.  @ofglitterz

the streets, a moment ago full with those returning home from work, are quickly drained of their occupancy once the downpour starts. as if the people too are swept into the rain gutters, they linger under shop awnings, eyes upturned to the sky with the hopeful resentment of children waiting for a parent's permission. maruka is among few who continue in stride, moving undeterred down through the town square. wetness has never bothered her. as she passes the throngs of those huddled under shelter, she thinks absently that she should mind, that this lack of care is one of the small absences in her heart that was meant to be filled in, but can't bring herself to mind. it's too familiar, the sensation of hair sticking to the back of her neck.

but the universe, of course, is a trickster at heart. what nihilists attribute to randomness and a lack of care is instead instead artfulness and a sense of sly humour. by the time the pace of the rain increases and her coat begins to soak through to the paper files sheltered beneath, in the moment at which she stops to consider options, she's in front of a familiar door. by the time she enters and begins to observe a display, drenched to the point of condensing by the rain, she looks more herself than ever: slender as a river reed and just as bound to the water.

[ancmalous]

closed. @cultsplush

Ziggy and the boys arrived at the lake late, stoned and with half the beers already missing. But in spite being late and hazardous to their surroundings, their arrival was accompanied by a crowed ready to welcome them with open arms and more cold beverages. He shut down the engine of his car, cigarette in mouth as he shook some hands, loud music echoing through the trees around them. He spotted, soon enough, the reason he dragged his ass out of bed, and without much thinking he headed straight her way. "Howdy there ma' lil peach, sun warm enough for ya'?" her friend snorts at him, striking a nerve. "I know you ain't laugin' at me Lucille Pickins, you ought to get out the sun sweetheart lookin' little fried over there, bless your heart." he butts his way in, between Lucille and the girl he was actually here for, and then offers a freshly opened beer. "You ain't answer my calls --"

[ancmalous]

"think so? i dunno 'bout that darlin', you're still here and we're still talkin'. maybe there's something to my technique after all." he leans in closer, eyes tracing down to her lips as she lets out a laugh. "well, since your daddy was already brought into this conversation, curtesy of his beloved princess, seems only fair he should be the one payin' the first round, ain't that right?"

“ at least you’re honest. your flirting techniques could really use some work.” his request gets a laugh out of her. “shouldn’t you be the one buying me a drink? you did insult me, after all.”

[littlefleamart]

(source)

[screensland]

Gillian Jacobs in Fear Street Trilogy, (2021).

[zithergiltscorner]

T R A N S C O L O R E D C A N D Y S N A K E

[ancmalous]

Ziggy clocked her the second she walked in. She'd always been hard for him to miss. Like a magnetic pull on a compass, he was drawn to her -- a fact that bothered him far more than his ego would ever let show. He had a reputation to maintain, a life to live that did not include a one-track mind, or a one-only girl. Zig was no fool, he knew he was a shit person, he knew he did shitty things, but he also had a pretty good set of justifications for everything he did. Insufferable, an adjective best used to describe everything he is.

So no, he didn't feel all that bad right now, with his hands around Molly's waist...or was it Tony's? Who fucking cares. His eyes were set elsewhere, and he did not break the contact, not even when the others lips brushed against his own, alcohol-ridden breath reflecting against the girls cheek while he watched Charity head their way. Bait taken, nerve struck, he felt pretty proud of himself actually -- he was half-certain it would take a lot more than that.

He discards the blonde as effortlessly as he'd picked her up, not even bothering to hear out whatever insult she'll undoubtedly blurt out. Stumbling across the uneven ground, he walks after Char, smug smile pressed on as he caught up. "Oh come on ---" there's a laugh, a pleasure of her jealousy. "Was just having a bit of fun -- I'm allowed that, ain't I? Little fun?"

open to: masc.

based on: this post.

she wants to be seen staring. maybe the look on her face is able to showcase enough disgust that the two of them had no choice but to go somewhere else. anywhere else. the last thing charity wanted to see was the two of them, off in their little word as if they were the only ones there. she didn’t care that the two were flirting, it bothered her that it had to be them. anyone with common sense ( and a working pair of eyes ) could see there were plenty of better options.

only .. its when they kissed did charity feel her stomach drop. even worse? those eyes flickered over in her direction, eyes meeting. staring at her the same way she’d been staring at them. without much of a reason, or even trying to think about why it bothered her so much, charity grabs the first bottle she can find— stealing a sip as she walked past them.

“ get a fucking a room, ” charity mutters when in ear shot, bottle coming up to her lips and going as far as to shove both of them out of her way.

[pommedepersephone]

A Disaster Puppy and his Dog

It turns out that Crowley is one of THOSE Puppy Parents. It’s an embarrassing realization, but honestly, it’s not surprising at all. Takes one sad disaster puppy to know one. Anyway, Crowley has decided that even if he’s done this to himself, he’s going to make this newfound obsession everyone’s problem. 

Just a little puppy love over on AO3.

Rated G, 1k words

[chmerkovskiyvalentin]

[thelucexcaldwell]

closed - @ziggykyeons

where - serenity's galentine's brunch

Even if the event was maybe geared more towards women, Luce happily had her arm looped through Ziggy's as they were lead to a cute little table. "It's very over-the-top cutesy in here but I have it on good authority that the mimosas are a heavy pour. So, are we ready to get day drunk in a Bridgerton wet dream?"

[hinataxito]

closed starter: @ziggykyeons

where: air bubbles scuba diving club

Hinata was getting one of the boats ready when he spotted his friend on the dock and he waved before climbing out of the boat and walking over to meet him half way. "Filming today?"

[chikoyama]

No matter how uncute or possibly ‘manly’ someone perceives themselves as, Chiyori would totally unabashedly be of getting them one of those soft plush key chains for their birthday (or any other occasion where exchange of gifts is a given). Because everyone deserves to be the proud owner of something cute. If needed, she’ll let someone use her as excuse just for that!

[ancmalous]

open to f/m/nb.

" we should definitely head back - "

[ancmalous]

Ziggy never knew a life of stability, of commitment. He never met his father, and his mother drank her way into an early grave. His brother was in and out of jail and their grandma, well, it seemed those most deserving of respect and admiration were rarely the ones to get it. For the most part, her presence just annoyed him. So he looked for attention, for affection, love even, in any and every place he could find. Except he could not tell any of those emotions apart -- not lust from love, not jealousy from possession. In simple words, Ziggy wanted his cake and eat it too. He wanted Charity's love, he wanted her attention, but without the burden of reciprocation.

So he played these little games, perhaps without realising, or perhaps with full intent -- and it amused him, added a jump to his step, a spark to his eye. The way he had observed her now, all riled up, it was nothing short of a starved child looking down a pile of cotton candy. And he wanted to pull her in, to run his hands through her hair, to be whatever she'd wanted him to be but, well, what would be the fun in that?

"Don't be like that..." his hand reaches for hers gently, and he's not even slightly bothered by the resistance. "She was a bad kisser that one, too much tongue." it wasn't true, the girl was alright, but dull -- irrelevant, a tool he used to get to...this. This look on her face, this reaction. "If I didn't know any better lil Cherry, I'd say you might've gotten a bit jealous, ey? That can't be right though, can it? You don't even like me." he uses the time speaking to step closer in, so close he could almost feel her breath agains his skin. Almost. "So what's the problem?"

continued from here — @ancmalous .

she shouldn’t be feeling this way about anything that has to do with ziggy. if he wants to hover around every part of the party? let him. if he wants to suck face with some random blonde in the middle of a party? that’s great. that’s how it should be. so, why did it feel so much easier said than done?

charity’s always been good at putting up a front — wearing a mask, hiding how she really feels under an array of fake acts, mainly anger. it was the only emotion she’d seem to ever let herself feel and with ziggy? he knows how to piss her off. knows how to say or do the wrong things in order to get a reaction out of her and tonight was proof of that. maybe she could’ve let the sight go, walk away and keep herself distracted enough to forget.

it was the eye contact that did it for her. an action that had been so blatantly obvious an attempt at getting a reaction out of her and it pissed her off. enough to get somewhat of the reaction he seems like he’s prying for.

the brunette continues on her way— maneuvering her body through the crowd until she’s outside: feet in control as she tries to get a grip on herself. hearing the sounds of footsteps behind her and doing her best to ignore it. which, of course, is impossible when dealing with ziggy.

“ you can do whatever the hell you want. ” her eyes roll, bringing the bottle to her lips to take another sip as she continues walking away from the party. where? charity doesn’t know nor does she seem to care. anywhere he wasn’t would be completely fine. “ why are you even out here? if being tongue deep with your blondie is how you hav fun then do that. i dont need you following me around. ”

[riarnu]

on the first day of september i encountered a ghost in my home is this an omen

[polarnoid]

ziggy berman dead by daylight build.

took the time out of my day to come up with perks for ziggy in her dbd verse. her kit is sort of based on resilience with some final girl action and a shadysider spin on it. would these perks break the game? honestly i don't know there are some similar perks from other survivors so im hoping that they wouldn't. i drew some art for the perks too <3 more under the cut.

of course i think i am fucking hilarious with the names and The Implications. here is the perk icons i drew...i stayed up very late working on this so pls admire them.

Judy Blume Book Club: based on nick bringing her back to life, i know bill has a similar perk but i think this was essential in the kit, make her real hard to kill unless she gets hooked.

Curse of Shadyside: it's meant to mimic the whole, dripping blood thing attracting the killers and while it is presented as a downside it has added benefits because of the sarah fier communicating to her angle.

Witch Bitch: i think ziggy should be allowed to fight back actually, and while similar to the laurie strode perk this is meant to continue the ziggy as a distraction based survivor so you get chased around you get down and you can get away and do it all over again.