#ziggy * / interactions.

[softpawpup]

hello little one, it's so late, why are you still up? waiting for santa? well, you should really get some sleep if you want santa to come, sweet pea. santa comes so you can be surprised by your gift in the morning, i think it sounds fun to be surprised by your gift. how about we sleep together tonight? i'll put on your favorite christmas movie and i'll rub your back till you fall asleep. does that sound nice? good, i'm glad kiddo. now let's get comfy, that's right. all snuggly. and now for the movie. now just let yourself relax, sprout. i've got you. ziggy's got you. ~ from ziggy

[multiplesillylittleguys]

Our communication is dogshit, and sometimes we have rare moments where we can hear everyone and it's OVERWHELMING BRO.

Imagine just complete silence except for the occasional sentence vaguely in the distance and then BOOM suddenly you can hear everyone. That shit's crazy fr.

I think this happens when we're super dissociated but I'm not sure bc it's hard to tell sometimes.

-Ziggy

[beauclary]

WHO: ziggy ( @ziggyturner ) WHERE: beau's apartment / 312 WHEN: march 11th

oh, but it hadn't felt real until now, had it? no, it didn't matter the way his heart stuttered in his chest when he first heard mention of that familiar name or the way his eyes stung with tears when he asked ash again through the door to his apartment if he was certain it was him. even once beau had been able to hear voice, even then, his his logical head had kept his hopeful heart from getting too excited ; convinced that somehow, in some way, there'd be a mistake. something would go wrong before beau could lay his eyes on ziggy. he couldn't bare the thought. he doesn't have to bare the the thought. jesus christ almighty, it is him. it's ziggy. a small, strangled sound escapes his throat and it's difficult to tell whether the choked noise is a precursor to a laugh or a sob. maybe both. he doesn't know ; he doesn't even have time to think right now, he's too busy trying to let sensitive eyes adjust to the first real, bona fide ray of hope he's seen since the world was shrouded in such a thick, visceral cloud of misery. ( he doesn't know that he'd ever call them that aloud ― nor that they'd want him to ― but the sentiment is clear in his gaze. )

beau longs to close the distance between them in a few short strides as ziggy stands in his doorway, but he's frozen in place, if only for a moment. in shock. awe. but most of all? relief. it feels as if the breath has been snatched right from his lungs and fresh tears prickle at the corners of bright irises, welling behind his lashes and obscuring his gaze. beside him, there's a soft chirrup as nacho jumps down from his bed, clearly roused by the change in atmosphere and immediately fixated on the sight of his owner. the cat takes the initiative that beau, in his emotional stupor, is greatly lacking and quickly trots across the room. at least someone's got manners.

[wolf-b0ys]

this is me if you even care

-Ziggy

[cherryxkoch]

cherry ✉️ birthday boy

[12:01am] Cherry: HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY KING 👑👑👑👑👑👑 Cherry:

Cherry: i will be on your doorstep bright and early with your present so BE READY OR ELSE ( @ziggykyeons )

[judahfisher]

who @ziggyturner when april 1st / the old rich fuck's birthday where the stairwell

the sound of a door at the foot of the stairwell creaking open may catch his attention ― his senses are, admittedly, surprisingly sharp for his current level of inebriation ― but judah doesn't bother to look up from the task at hand. he's already started to light the bong, after all, and he'll be damned if he's going to waste a perfectly good hit just because somebody decided to leave the festivities a little early. ( hell, it's courtesy enough that he even bothered to duck away somewhere so private as the stairwell ― not something he'd even typically give half a fuck enough to do ― but he'd seen that grumpy blond fuck slinking around the atrium and he wasn't particularly in the mood for a lecture to kill his buzz, especially not when this particular smoking apparatus was stolen from another apartment in the building. not that blondie would know. ) when the downstem is yanked from the piece, judah draws in a sizeable breath, clearing all of the smoke from the chamber in one go. he holds it in his lungs as he looks up, his expression slightly pinched as he locks eyes with his newfound company.

judah half-expects it to be his brother ― his inherent ability to show up at the flick of judah's lighter is nearly pavlovian and, judah thinks, should be studied ― but he's surprised to find a rather tall, lanky individual standing there instead. he exhales in a hazy cloud of smoke that isn't not directed at the guy, stifling a cough into his fist and clearing his throat. ❝ you smoke? ❞ it's not often he's inclined to share, but the festivities have got him in a sociable mood ( who is he kidding? he's always in a sociable mood! ) and he figures it's not like he can hide his stash from them anyway. most of it's still hidden away upstairs in the loft he shares with jonah, but there's a fat nug and a fair bit of broken up flower on the cover of a novel sat on one of the stairs near him. ❝ don't go yapping about it or nothing, but, i mean, shit. fuck it, why not? ❞ the last question sounds more like he's convincing himself before he holds the bong up in an offer.

[wvsteria]

cindy berman & ziggy berman @tragcdysewn

"ziggy?" cindy called, her voice breaking a bit at the sight of her sister. she'd been searching for days to find them. asking strangers and just plane running around dc. "i didn't think i'd find you."

[i-arch-my-backula]

Swerfs and radfems are so allergic to nuance that it makes my brain melt

[anxhoredheart]

open starter @2000sfmextras

capping at FOUR !! still accepting responses !!

assume connections !! friends, first name basis, etc.

a groan escaped ziggy as his eyes scanned his phone, illuminating with the news of yet another charity gala invite. " you know, i seriously think we'd have a lot more money for charity if we didn't keep throwing these elaborate gala fundraiser events. this one says it has a chocolate fountain. ooh, maybe it's worth going... " and the sweet tooth, ziggy's downfall, won again. eyes glanced up from the screen. " d'ya wanna go with me? it's on a tuesday, so, ugh, but... might be worth it. chocolate fountain. say yes? it'll be totally insufferable without you. "

[julianxpark]

who: @ziggykyeons where: country night at oasis

The line for the bar was out of control, it appeared as though everyone here had the same idea as they trickled inside the club. First point of call, alcohol. Maybe it helped offset some of the embarrassment of full grown adults dressing up like cowboys and cowgirls. This type of thing was where Julian thrived. Being in costume was second nature.

Finally, they moved towards the front, the poor bartenders already looking like they were in for a big night. He was thankful that the winery never had nights like this. "So what're we drinking?" Julian turned to Ziggy, eager to start the night off on the right foot. "Do you think Carrie Underwood will appear and hunt me down if I order a fruity lil drink 'cuz I can't shoot whiskey?"

[diablries-2]

@executiioner | gets a teeny tiny baby starter , as a treat .

THE RUINS OF THE DAY PAINT THE SKY , rosy fingered dawn spreading loving fingers over the new york skyline , leaving the city painted in the hues of fading light . loki stands above it all , rigged temp - pad in one hand , the other sparking vibrant green for mere moments before sinking into shadow once more .

time in the tva was . . . strange , passing all at once far too quickly and glacially slow until loki was left altogether unsure how long it'd been since they'd been ripped from their time line and unceremoniously reminded just how small they were in the grand scheme of things . a rather rude wake up call , though long over - due . now , as they gaze out at the city they'd last seen in ruins below them , there's a small part that is thankful for its continued existence , though largely they find the hustle and bustle of the human city to be rather . . . annoying . the sounds below bleed into each other , deafening in volume until approaching footsteps barely sound against concrete . years of training has head turning at approach , narrowing upon the pale slip of a thing approaching their perch atop park bench .

" when trying to sneak up on someone , it's largely anticipated one should employ some stealth , you know ? " a smile , more baring of teeth , stretches thin 'cross porcelain features .

[softpawpup]

from ziggy ;; i made a stimboard that i thought would be appealing. i love cats and the color green so it seemed fitting. i think it turned out quite cute < 33 i hope you all enjoy it as well! it was fun to make

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[multiplesillylittleguys]

Systems!! Tell me your funniest sys-related things pretty please :33

Could be anything. Alters, subsys names, conversations, anything at all! I wanna hear about y'all's experiences.

-Ziggy

[beauclary]

who ziggy turner ( @ziggyturner )where the rooftop garden when april 11th / morning

beau clary has always been an optimist, whether by nature or by necessity ; blue eyes, wide and bright, have been trained to seek out brighter angles and silver linings since he was just a little boy, self-soothing his own sensitive heart. and his softer edges might make him appear ignorant to some, but make no mistake, beau clary is not dumb. he knows that there is no real good to what's happening in the wexley, not really. but goodness gracious, is he tired! tired of worrying and wondering about unknowns, of not trusting whether or not next time he'll be fast enough, if he'll still be able to keep ziggy and their sister safe when the next threat arises in what's supposed to be a safe space for them all.

so he'll have to be forgiven if he's taking a moment to be selfish. it's unlike him, certainly ; it's rare he stops thinking of those he loves in favor of sparing a thought toward himself, but in spite of the circumstances, he's trying to allow himself a little grace. his partner, his family is safe ; they don't have to leave the comfort and familiarity of his loft ; his routines have hardly changed and he's still got access to the gardens. ( they've not had to face the obstacle of runs yet, and it's on beau's agenda to seek out a moment to speak to sada before trips out of the wexley become a constant reality. ziggy can't go out there! ) it feels cruel, to allow himself solace in such comforts that haven't been extended to his friends, but beau can only do so much. his heart still aches for them!

hands still in the garden where beau is knelt on the rooftop alongside ziggy, bare hands curling into the soil as he leans into the garden bed and lets his eyes flutter shut for a moment ; the gentle spring breeze tousles faintly sweat-damp hair and the warm glow of the sun turns everything a peachy-gold behind his eyelids. it's not just his head or his heart that's tired ; his body is beginning to feel the ache of exhaustion these days, unfamiliar and uncomfortable as it weighs heavy on his limbs. his weight falls back on his heels and, unbidden, his head comes to fall against ziggy's shoulder with a soft sigh. his eyes remain shut. he's fine, really, just ... just resting for a moment. with just the two of them up here, he allows himself this small moment of peace.

[wolf-b0ys]

we dont get alot of transharmfuls in our inboxes so,,

i thought id give being parasocial and obsessive for someone a try ;3

waow neither do we :o

we're transharmed but even so we don't get many transharmful people in our inbox but hello anon !!

also yippie !! being parasocial and obsessive :DD

[cherryxkoch]

who: @ziggykyeons where: the reef

"Ziggy!" Cherry called out from across the crowded bar, just loud enough to grab his attention. Her words were slurring a little from the drinks her friends had bought her, and the few she'd bought herself too. "We need a picture together, come here—"

Standing from the booth, she used her suction phone case to stick her phone to a nearby wall. Cherry lifted her half-drunk cocktail up in her hand and posed, Ziggy matching her energy as he always did. Immediately opening her gallery on her phone, she went to take a look at it, leaning over to show her best friend. "Look at us, we're so hot! It's actually unfair."