Baby Mine.

Oct. 2nd, 2021 08:35 pm
ziggyplayedguitar: (Ziggy and Mick close)
For Hand Holding prompt 1. tiny hands in big hands


Ziggy had been out for the day and came back to the townhouse early in the evening. Greeted by the cats and the sound of Mick quietly playing his guitar. The Anthean brought his little sister along for the evening. She was getting bigger and needed to spend time with others to develop properly, a quirk that wasn't likely to be unique to Anthean children.

“Mick?” He called as he closed the door and shifted his sister in his arms. She was cooing and playing with the flpped up collar of his jumpsuit. Seeing Mick, Ziggy went to kiss his cheek and let Zayda greet her brother. Always, she grabbed his hair and Ziggy laughed while trying to work the tiny fingers out of his partner's hair. There were feelings this moment pulled to the surface. The desire to be a family, to start a family with Mick. Of course, that was for the future but it didn't stop the flutter in Ziggy's heart when he thought about it.

“How was your day, Zig?” Mick asked while taking his free hand for a squeeze.

All he could do was smile and lead Mick toward the livingroom and the plush couch. When Mick sat the Anthean crawled into his lap, holding his little sister in his lap. It felt good to feel Mick's arms around him and he leaned into the human's shoulders. Ziggy was playing with Zayda's tiny fingers when Mick wrapped both of their hands in his larger one. There was a daintiness to Ziggy's long thin fingers in the human's hands. He stared at their hands while watching their fingers intertwine and Zayda's even tinier hands wrapping around their fingers while she made the high pitched baby talk of an Anthean.

Mick nuzzled into Ziggy's cheek and pulled them both closer. The singer glanced at his guitarist out of the corner of his eyes, smile broadening to the point his cheeks ached. If true happiness existed, without pain, then this was a part of it. Ziggy took a breath and watched Zayda lean into Mick's chest with his bigger hands still around the delicate fingers.

“Mick?” Ziggy asked after a few moments.

“Hmmm...?” Mick looked to his girlfriend, kissing the Anthean's temple.

“Someday... maybe we'll sit like this with our little girl?” Ziggy couldn't keep the thoughts inside. He looked forward to the future. “...or maybe a boy who can be covered in mud like you were? You'll be a good father to our children.”

Mick blushed bright across the cheeks until Ziggy giggled. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Mick.” Ziggy leaned his head on the human's shoulder watching his little sister in their lap. This was perfect.

Backstage

Oct. 1st, 2021 12:05 pm
ziggyplayedguitar: (Ziggy Out)
For Nexus Prompt 3. Small rituals, whether by compulsion or for luck.

Dressing rooms were always crazy and with three bands plus a few additional musicians and friends the chaos was a fever pitch. Dressing, make up, tuning instruments and talking to stage crew sent hours by quickly in a flurry of activity. No one was immune to it as everyone needed to give input on the stage, whether it was whose mic was whose or where exactly a drum pedal needed to be to feel natural. Musicians came and went from the dressing room to the stage for a check and then back to finish up.

After the madness of activity a sudden calm would settle about a half hour before stage time for the first band. The talking stopped, the visits from crew stopped, and each one went into their own minds to prepare for the stage. It was a preparation of the whole self, the voice, body, emotions, mind. Meditation barely got to all the nooks of a person that needed to be on to perform but each musician had a ritual and they all knew them and ignored the rituals of their companions.

This was the private time and not to be bothered. Some, like Ziggy sat quietly while staring into the mirror at himself, centering his emotions against the onslaught the stage would bring after the crowd was wound up by two previous bands. The Anthean needed a moment of isolation like he was wrapping himself in a coccoon. Others were noisy. Aarne paced and drummed on every surface available, songs but often simply random beats that ran through his head. Some nights he broke drumsticks on the wall or found himself drumming wildly on the back of Joe's chair while he watched his partner do his make up.

Vars was formal and set out in a full Norse offering to Fenrir for energy and the chaos that drove him on stage. Sometimes, Rik sat with him, quietly playing on his guitar or actively taking part which left offerings to two very divergent dieties. Usually Vars was alone and his rituals to the stage started earlier than any other. Going into the shower or beginning to dress started a cascade of practiced motions. Every piece of religious jewelry kissed and praised before it was put back into place on his body after a shower. When the venue had no shower, Vars would start back at the hotel and ride alone to the venue. He was formal and staunch in the way things must go, demanding that they proceed as always.

Rik had a looser interpretation of these rituals before the stage. Most musicians left their instruments on the stage but Rik always sat with the guitar he intended to play while the others went into their quiet space. There wasn't a specific thing in mind but it was a communion with the instrument. A moment to feel it there until it was again part of his body, an extension of his mind and emotions. He would sometimes hide away on some back stairwell or room away from everyone else; in the solitude and sometimes the dark.

Robert's brother Rekker was now with them and he was precise and manic over things. He wasn't usually on stage but worked on preparations on the stage, mostly tuning and sound check. He grated on things until he sometimes drifted near losing his temper. A solid tuning with a device was never enough. He relied on his instincts to tweak even the digital tuning to a more authentic and perfect note. Used to the stage himself, he zoned out with the others, checking and rechecking equipment. Often enough it left him still standing on the stage, staring at the equipment when the crowds came in. The lone man with flame red hair eyeing every piece of the stage. He knew the quirks of the other musicians and their equipment but it was no less a ritual than those in the dressing room.

Robert and Damien had a rhythm of walking the building while the others dressed, first on their own and then together. They watched for any weaknesses, noted escape routes and discussed placement of security. It was a walking meditation like old buddhist monks. Slow, observant and with few words. The two had settled in together. Damien the eyes and Robert the one who parsed the data like this was a combat zone. Both men were used to that exact scenario and pre-show was a traditional meditation on battle plans they hoped they would never have to implement. They too knew the quirks of the musicians, where they hid out for isolation before a show and in the cool down after a performance. Their time in quiet lasted longer than the others and demanded a hyper focus rather than zoning out. No less a compulsion after so many shows together.

The other band members had their own ways too. Preshow gear up was as individual as personalities, private and neceassary. The whole ordeal ventured close to superstitious for everyone in the production but this was how every show felt like the peak of performance for the bands. A matter of luck and tradition that had built up over months and even years.
ziggyplayedguitar: (Confused)
Ziggy was in no state for visitors when the message came. After replying he sprang from the floor to get his make up done and picks out something to wear and just socks since they probably won't be going out. He feels like someone should give him an award for getting ready so fast before heading to the kitchen to put on coffee, the best he has, and warm some soup; an odd Anthean recipe that Thomas recited to him from a time when there was still water on Anthea enough to make this kind of dish. The snow outside made warm food and drink the best idea for others, even if Ziggy was unbothered by it.

Then he sat down to try and not appear as if he had been racing around like a maniac to get himself, food and the townhouse ready for company. Then he bounded back up remembering he would nee mugs and bowls. It felt so strange to be nervous but then, back home anyway, the topic Rando wanted to talk about was so taboo that even incredibly close friends didn't know. It was dangerous for them to know. Maybe the nerves were normal.


[from here the Townhouse]
ziggyplayedguitar: (Trainstation)
[Continued from here]

It was late in the evening when Tony finally sent a message back. Ziggy didn't mind. He didn't sleep and even if he did, right now he probably wouldn't. They talk records mostly as they walk the short distance toward his home which is on the very outskirts of the plaza but not as far as his parents live from the center. The The first floor townhouse he lives in, which is a converted office space, is easy to spot with its teal facade and golden disk over the gold framed door. The inside is very Ziggy with tall the bright colors and open layout.

There are two cats that come running. One is a pretty normal black cat with white paws. The other is orange with teal tabby stripes and red wings. Ziggy greets both of them before turning to Tony.

"Make yourself at home." He smiles and sets the vinyls down to put away soon. "Do you want a drink?"

He didn't necessarily mean alcoholic since he knew Tony was recovering. "The vinyls are in the living room if you want to put something on."

In the area where most people would have a TV, Ziggy has a record player with nice speakers. A side cabinet, almost like a kitchen pantry, with a glass door holds the several hundred records Ziggy has with him. There are a wide variety of genres; rock, soul, blues, disco, punk, early new wave. From Tony's perspective there's nothing in the collection past his own 1983 and some of the dates don't make sense. Records he knows from the 70s have recorded dates in the 80s or even early 90s.
ziggyplayedguitar: (Singing w/ guitar)
Why not in the Nexus had started all of this and now skekSa's bar had glitter and space themed drinks for the night, karaoke and a band playing for the release of a new album. Ziggy had decided this was the best course since so much of his family and friends couldn't go into his world to be there for his own party in his own world.

Of course, as with any good party this one was open to any who had stumbled into it and there were those directly invited as well. And flashy posters too. He was going through the ends of a sound check with the band when the bar opened.

There was a merch table, with the usual swag and new album to buy on CD and Vinyl, where they would be signing autographs and doing the whole meet and greet thing. Why not have fans in more than one universe? It had been a trip explaining this all to Mick. Weird and Gilly before dragging them through the portal. Ziggy still imagined there was going to be some crazy moments later in the night. They didn't even know he was an alien, or half alien anywway. All of this was going to blow their minds for sure.

After the show they had plans to spend the night just hanging out with drinking, karaoke, a DJ, and the usual bar fare. Ziggy had left Sa to the food and drink though he had put in a few requests for food his own species could eat.

Ziggy fussed with everything before heading backstage to drink and get dressed. About an hour after the bar opened they came out on stage and played through the whole album front to back plus a few from the previous.

[OOC: Feel free to mingle, karaoke, DJ, dancing, drinking, etc. Will post the band meet and greet below at the swag table as a top level. Any questions feel free to DM me here or on Discord.]
ziggyplayedguitar: (Sleep)
It had been a few days since the encounter with Lotor and the witch. Aletayria and Ziggy were still mostly laid up from wounds and exhaustion. It left Tom livid and he insisted the entire family be in one place. Ziggy's townhouse was the larger dwelling, so that is where the family and all eighteen of their cats have been residing for the past few days. There were arrangements to be made and knowledge to be shared and they all waited.

Tom could barely leave Aletayria's side. Her prior pregnancies had been so difficult that the human stressed now. The witch dared to attack her like this and the human would not have it. He was hovering around where she rested on the couch with a mind firmly fixed on a thousand different ways he could end the witch's life for this offense. He paced and would have been chain smoking if the Antheans weren't in the vicinity.

Ziggy lay on the opposite end of the L-shaped couch from his mother. He was worse off than she was, broken ribs and utterly exhausted the rockstar could barely stay awake for any length of time. This was the kind of exhaustion even the cocaine and caffeine couldn't interrupt. However, it was nearly time for people to show up so he made the effort to remain conscious for a time. Hiroki was somewhere in the townhouse. Ziggy could feel his presence and imagined he was making meal number 20 in his incessant protest that Ziggy needed to eat more.

Tommy though was unscathed and sitting in a soft chair halfway between the living room and the front door. Several of the cats sat in the chair with him purring contently though, like their master, they also watched the door with indifferent interest. Tommy was going to be the gatekeeper and make sure nothing unwanted entered the house. Everyone stepping through the door was going to get scanned for the darkness and the witch. If they wanted to refuse they could deal with the surly, old Anthean that didn't care what they said. He would be unswayed.

This is how the family waited; anxious, exhausted, and despite their inherent pacifism... pissed off.

[Feel free to handwave Tommy scanning your character. However, if they would refuse write it in and Tommy will have some words for them. Tommy [personal profile] iamjustvisiting, Aletayria [personal profile] sordiddetails, Tom [personal profile] hellomajortom, and Ziggy [personal profile] ziggyplayedguitar are all present. If your character is approaching any of them specifically feel free to write that into a tag.]
ziggyplayedguitar: (On the Ground)
Things were unbelievable. Ziggy was high on life, so much so that even his cocaine use diminished. Reduced to something at a recreation, instead of life sustaining. A mere week and his drinking was all but gone, except whiskey in his coffee, always. 

They'd come to a routine. Ziggy recording, Hiroki training, sharing meals together. They both could cook and that was unexpected, though Ziggy couldn't place why he found it odd. Importantly, Hiroki indulged Ziggy's craving for unending contact. And the sex! When they touched it didn't stop until they were falling asleep, worn out by the desperate need for each other. It was unrestrained as they abandoned themselves to each other. Someone was getting close to satiating his desire for sex and intimacy. It wasn't all day like Ziggy had imagined he would need, daily, perhaps but the idea that it didn't need to be so all consuming to be satisfying was new to the Anthean. 

And he didn't have to hide. Since Hiroki returned, Ziggy hadn't put his contacts back in. He could let the Anthean part of himself be exposed, be safe with it known, and, if he was honest with himself, it seemed that Hiroki treasured him more because of it. There was  perhaps something to be said for acceptance he could never find on Earth. That acceptance went both ways. Ziggy accepted the fact that his lover was a dead clone, but the Anthean had never seen him as just a clone anyway.

Those thoughts brought questions that had Ziggy glancing up at his lover from where they lay on the couch together. They needed to talk about the elephant, or rather giant robot, metaphorically in the room with them. 

"Hiroki?" He asked quietly, not really wanting to disturb him while he read. 
ziggyplayedguitar: (Sleep)
[Describes the events from Hiroki leaving until approximately a week after meeting Shiro]

Trigger warning for drug/alcohol abuse and suicidal thoughts )
ziggyplayedguitar: (Ziggy plays)
[Continued from here}

Ziggy had paced around for an hour feeling manic and hurt. He wasn't used to people pushing him away. It didn't matter that there were apologies and promises. Ziggy had been hurt in his life; physically but heartache was worse. He didn't like it. The whole mess of his mind gave him a migraine as he tried to sort through being pushed away and drawn in and pushed away again in an endless cycle for weeks now.

When they came together, it was glory, but then he'd walk away and Ziggy pined for him. The joy of reunion too short and another shove away. He'd been left at the dinner table of their first date even. He just walked away all the time. There was a promise in the words to never do it again. Ziggy didn't trust it. He stood for a long time leaning on the wall staring between the bedroom door and the front door. He could imagine him walking out and just not even giving him a second glance.

This was insanity. Ziggy broke out the whiskey as he paced. He chugged 5ths because it barely effected him though it dulled his cares. Then he'd turned to lines of cocaine to numb his emotions. Drugs effected him differently than a human. More whiskey and staring out windows at the dark. He even stood at the bedroom door tempted to bash it down when he started feeling the numbness and then walked away. Empty whiskey bottles were here and there all over the townhouse before he had any direction.

He went into the room he'd set up as a studio of sorts to write. Still in just the robe. Who cared? Head phones on to blot out the world and a ball on to record in case something good came out. He started with things he'd already wrote, songs he liked that weren't his. He eventually started to go stream of consciousness. things came and went.

Then a song stuck and he worked on it. This was where his empathy went wild. When he sang something new, sang because he needed the words. The pain and the hope of what was happening to his heart laid out in his voice and the guitar. The rest of the world could have been laid to waste and he might not notice.

Every time I think of what you pulled me through, dear
Fascination moves sweeping near me
Still I take ya
fascination

(Sure 'nuff) fascination
(Takes a part of me) takes a part of me
(Can a heart beat) can a heart beat
(Live in a fever) live in a fever?
(Raging inside of me?)
(Fascination) fascination
(Oh, yeah) oh yeah
(Takes a part of me) takes a part of me
(I can't help it) I can't help it
(I've got to use her) got to use her
(Every time, ooh)
Fascination comes around
(Ooh, oo, ooh)

your soul is calling
Like when I'm walking
Seems that everywhere I turn
I hope you're waiting for me
I know that people think
That I'm a little crazy


[the song Ziggy is currently 'writing']

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