I AM SO ALIVE IT GNAWS

[ how do you feel? ] ...𝙒𝙄𝘾𝙆𝙀𝘿.

[ftzie]

[ ginger fitzgerald of ginger snaps (2000) by dru. canon divergent ending. film and headcanon based. private. selective. mutuals only. 21+ only. temp rules. ] other blogs: @drunivers | @claudevil | starter call. meme tag.

additional rules/warnings:

there is discussions of su*cide in the original film, although it is all hypothetical. if this comes up or there is any mention of it, it will be sparing, and it will be tagged "sui.cide //" so definitely block that tag if it helps. this is not a key component to my portrayal of ginger and not something i will be looking to mention or bring into threads, but i put this rule here just to be safe.

current verses:

i. out by sixteen. pre-movie canon, rebellious ginger and her younger sister brigitte are high school outcasts, bored to death of their picturesque suburban town. (ginger is < 16, brigitte is < 15)

ii. the beast of bailey downs. set during movie canon. brigitte is trying to find a way to undo her sister's gradual werewolf transformation, while ginger enjoys the perks of being at the top of the food chain. (ginger is 16, brigitte is 15)

iii. a canadian werewolf in america. canon divergent, post-movie main verse. brigitte and ginger are able to stop ginger's transformation on halloween night, but ginger is still a werewolf, albeit one learning to control her urges and her transformations. she still needs to wolf out and eat people occasionally, but it's not an irreversible transformation like in the film, and it's more based on her emotions/control or lack thereof than it is on the lunar cycle. in this verse, by default, ginger and brigitte are attending grad school in california (brigitte as an aspiring filmmaker and dp, ginger as an aspiring makeup/gore/sfx artist), but they can be moved around as necessary. visual inspo from this is drawn from katharine isabelle in american mary. (ginger and brigitte are adults in this verse, early 20s.)

au. call of the wild. canon-divergent, post-movie alternate verse. although ginger's transformation into a wolf is not irreversible (see above), brigitte's trust in her sister is broken after ginger killed and ate brigitte's crush during her first wolf-out. unable to reconcile with her sister, ginger flees bailey downs and begins hitchhiking her way to america, with no real plan except to get as far away as possible from the sister who turned her back on her. (ginger ranges from late teens to early twenties in this verse)

iv. the wolf woman. canon-divergent, post-movie adult verse. following verse iii, ginger is now a somewhat professional makeup/sfx artist for films and television, although her passion still lies in blood and gore. she spends most of her time in los angeles -- it's a big city, who's going to notice if a couple strangers go missing now and then? -- while brigitte is likely making indie documentaries on weird and macabre subjects. visual inspo for this is drawn from katharine isabelle in american mary & hann.ibal. (ginger and brigitte are adults in this verse, late 20s-30s.)

au. wolf in the wilderness. yellowjackets au.

au. path of the beast. baldur's gate / generic fantasy verse. ginger is a lycanthrope barbarian, traveling to baldur's gate with her sister after a so-called beast destroyed their town.

[glittering-snowfall]

ginger fitzgerald + transness

ginger snaps, dir. john fawcett | april miller, "the hair that wasn't there before": demystifying monstrosity and menstruation in "ginger snaps" and "ginger snaps unleashed" | logan ashley, made to be monsters: ginger snaps | willow catelyn maclay, trans film images in "ginger snaps" | i saw the tv glow, dir. jane schoenbrun | sally jane black, letterboxd review of ginger snaps

(I also recommend the recent book Corpses, Fools and Monsters: The History and Future of Transness in Cinema, cowritten by Willow Catelyn Maclay and Caden Mark Gardner, which includes a brief section on Ginger Snaps.)

[orlaite]

GINGER SNAPS -2000, dir. John Fawcett

[outoft0uch]

outoft0uch ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ     ROXANNE ‘ANNIE’ SUMMERS: A TIME TRAVELING ORIGINAL CHARACTER. mutuals only. low activity. 21+. written by ripley.

[ovur]

I love being hateful I love being a bitch I love being overly critical I love complaining

[0wwyy]

someone asked for this to be posted on tumblr

[ftzie]

“what, are you scared? am i scaring you, munson?” it doesn’t do much to curb ginger’s irritation, but it does something. she’s always liked being scary, and now she likes it more. “i thought you were supposed to be tough.” without realizing it, she’s moving forward, head cocked like an animal, a predator trying to scent fear. for a moment she just — waits. eyes locked on his. his skin looks soft; her mouth waters. she thinks about his vocal cords crunching in her teeth.

if — she were doing that. which, she isn’t. just dogs and cats, like she promised brigitte. it’s just not fair that she’s here and he’s pissing her off and she’s starving. focus.

ginger exhales sharply, a puff of air. she takes out her frustration on a side table, kicking it so it slams sharply into the wall. it’s not enough. she wants it in splinters. “i’m asking you,” she hisses through slightly lengthened canines. grabs eddie by the shirt, slams him into the wall. it’s more satisfying than kicking over a table. she can feel his heart beating under her hand. good. she wonders how much force it would take to punch through his ribcage. “don’t fucking lie to me. what did she tell you?”

[demobrat]

eddie's hands fly up, palms flat, pure surrender. ginger is small, smaller than him at least, and she's a chick, but the look she's giving him, like she's going to eat him. the shit he's heard from brigitte. the dent in the front of his van. "jesus! fucking " his voice is screechy, higher than it's been since his goddamn balls dropped.

he leans back into the wall, his own fucking wall, the collar of his shirt digging into the back of his neck from her grip. eddie keeps his head flush with the wallpaper, his chest heaving rapidly, brain sluggish on the uptake. he's not going to hit a fucking girl. it's not like his weak ass slug would do anything to a goddamn werewolf. eddie cringes, shirks further away. okay. okay. "fine. she thinks it's like... a sickness. like. a cold, or some shit. like the flu." eddie's eyes drop to where ginger's hand is fisted in his shirt. "or rabies."

[ftzie]

ginger snickers a little when he squeals like a stuck pig. (the sound of something dying.) she lets her claws extend a little where her hand is on his chest, piercing the fabric of his shirt but stopping before she breaks skin. plausible deniability, or whatever they say in the crime shows.

rabies. ha ha ha. he must think he’s fucking hilarious. whatever brigitte thinks is so cool about this loser completely evades her. she likes how he’s panting, though, like a bitch in heat. scared. she licks her lips.

“good boy.” her mocking praise drips condescension. “that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

she releases her grip on his shirt, but stays pressed close to him. “is that all you two were talking about?” here’s the million dollar question. a wrong answer and he’ll be lucky if he gets to walk away from this one. “holed up in your creeper fucking van with my baby sister, talking about the flu?”

[ftzie]

"you shouldn't let them talk to you like that." ginger doesn't know why she bothers opening her mouth. most girls around here -- especially those of the bubble-headed blonde variety -- actually enjoy the attention of leering high school boys. and when it's not directed at her or brigitte, ginger has no reason to care. maybe she's just speaking up for the sake of her gag reflex. maybe she's just incapable of learning new tricks. "next time, they try that shit, you gotta pick the biggest one there and kick him in the balls." @outoft0uch

[ftzie]

starter call while i make icons... feel free to specify verse (all listed on my pinned post!) but you don't have to.

[ftzie]

her glare darkens. just what she needs, another high school jackass who thinks he's funny. at least b's not in his house. (if you're feeling generous enough to call it a house.) ginger's stomach churns. she hasn't been eating normally since the bite, not really, chalk it up to puberty and trauma and a full catalog of other issues, shit she never thought she'd have to deal with, stupid bullshit from the likes of dawson's creek or seventeen magazine. hormones and feelings. but god, maybe it's more than that. she's so fucking hungry. eddie points at her and she wants to bite his fucking pinkie off down to the knuckle. maybe that'd take the fucking edge off her recent cravings.

it's not like anyone would miss him. if something happened, i mean. like, some terrible accident.

absently, ginger licks her lips, before curling them back in a sneer. "cute. like you could ever afford anything i'd be selling."

puts a hand on eddie's chest -- deceptively strong for her size, she shoves him back inside his trailer, follows him in, kicks the door shut behind her. so this is the genius b thinks is going to save the day? not fucking likely. just the thought of it makes her furious. maybe he can fix you, ginger. like she's some fucking pet that needs to be neutered. "what'd she tell you, then, huh? my little snitch sister?"

[demobrat]

"christ-" eddie yelps, scrambling backwards. he's got a head on ginger, maybe two, but she looms. the feel of her nails through the fabric of his t-shirt has every hair on his neck raised. eddie doesn't do well with thinly veiled threats in the middle of his living room. he's already survived daddy, he does not need this shit in wayne's house. "why don't you ask her?"

this chick is scary. he swears her teeth are not just normal teeth. ginger needs to get out of his house before she starts doing something crazier than trespassing. "y'know, red, you don't really come up much." he might really have a death wish. there's no manly way to describe it, the sentence comes out bitchy. it's a lie, too. well, half of one. brigitte is careful. she always says that she is the one experiencing symptoms of a lycanthropic nature. still. eddie may look it but he's not stupid. only one of the fitzgerald sisters is pissing around to mark their territory. he takes another step back, much more sure footed this time. "hey, it's been a great visit. can't wait for the next one. goodbye. don't come again. sayonara."

[ftzie]

“what, are you scared? am i scaring you, munson?” it doesn’t do much to curb ginger’s irritation, but it does something. she’s always liked being scary, and now she likes it more. “i thought you were supposed to be tough.” without realizing it, she’s moving forward, head cocked like an animal, a predator trying to scent fear. for a moment she just — waits. eyes locked on his. his skin looks soft; her mouth waters. she thinks about his vocal cords crunching in her teeth.

if — she were doing that. which, she isn’t. just dogs and cats, like she promised brigitte. it’s just not fair that she’s here and he’s pissing her off and she’s starving. focus.

ginger exhales sharply, a puff of air. she takes out her frustration on a side table, kicking it so it slams sharply into the wall. it’s not enough. she wants it in splinters. “i’m asking you,” she hisses through slightly lengthened canines. grabs eddie by the shirt, slams him into the wall. it’s more satisfying than kicking over a table. she can feel his heart beating under her hand. good. she wonders how much force it would take to punch through his ribcage. “don’t fucking lie to me. what did she tell you?”

[demobrat]

eddie’s only just opened the front door, autumn air rushing to meet him, when he’s assaulted by a walking talking bogey’s underground catalogue. one would think they would be safe from getting called a freak in their own humble abode. suppose not.

"huh." eddie glances backwards, into the dimly light chaos of the trailer, makes a show out of checking out the scene. "yuup. sorry." when he turns back, he folds both arms over his chest and gives ginger an obvious once over. "i do believe you’ve got the wrong place." a click of his tongue. "bummer. better luck next time."

he starts to close the door, but eddie stops at the last moment. protection for brigette, in whatever unkind form it comes in, is nice. she’s in some tough shit. it’s good she’s got someone looking out for her. "look. your sister came to me. so, as much as i’d love to know whatever this is," eddie points a rather judgemental pinkie in her general direction, "what you’re selling, i’m not buying."

[ftzie]

her glare darkens. just what she needs, another high school jackass who thinks he's funny. at least b's not in his house. (if you're feeling generous enough to call it a house.) ginger's stomach churns. she hasn't been eating normally since the bite, not really, chalk it up to puberty and trauma and a full catalog of other issues, shit she never thought she'd have to deal with, stupid bullshit from the likes of dawson's creek or seventeen magazine. hormones and feelings. but god, maybe it's more than that. she's so fucking hungry. eddie points at her and she wants to bite his fucking pinkie off down to the knuckle. maybe that'd take the fucking edge off her recent cravings.

it's not like anyone would miss him. if something happened, i mean. like, some terrible accident.

absently, ginger licks her lips, before curling them back in a sneer. "cute. like you could ever afford anything i'd be selling."

puts a hand on eddie's chest -- deceptively strong for her size, she shoves him back inside his trailer, follows him in, kicks the door shut behind her. so this is the genius b thinks is going to save the day? not fucking likely. just the thought of it makes her furious. maybe he can fix you, ginger. like she's some fucking pet that needs to be neutered. "what'd she tell you, then, huh? my little snitch sister?"

[ftzie]

“hey. freakazoid.” for once, the epithet is not being directed at ginger fitzgerald, but instead leaving her lips. she’s stomping into @demobrat’s space without asking, all heeled boots, long skirts, and the urge to kill.

“i’m gonna tell you this once. stay away from my sister, or i’ll carve you a brand new hole to fuck.” ginger smiles, all teeth and a hint of fang. “or maybe you’d like that too much.”

[claudevil]

EVEN BETWEEN THE DARK THINGS, THERE'S SOMETHING BROKEN IN ME. [ the vampire claudia, written by dru. ] A COLLISION IN ME, LIKE I WANNA GO BANG.

[horrorfilmgifs]

katharine isabelle as ginger fitzgerald GINGER SNAPS (2000)

[weevilgirlfriend]

a monster in the shape of a woman

[ftzie]

thinking about ginger in her non canon ending, hitchhiking trying to get as far as she can from brigitte & the wreckage she made of her home. maybe having a few nibbles on people who pick her up if she gets snacky. who can say.

[ftzie]