otherwordly.

[madscenes]

THE OTHERWORDLY MEME
Sometimes all you need is a word to spark off an idea.


How to play -

1. Post a comment with your character's name, canon, and any preferences you may have (no shipping, no smut, etc.)
2. Leave the comment blank or post a word or two in the body. (It may also help if you list scenarios you would like to play.)
3. Reply to other people, either with words you picked out, or words they posted as prompts for a thread.

Comments

ben k̶y̶l̶o̶ ̶r̶e̶n̶ solo. STAR☆WARS. ota

[vaderstan]

( Zugzwang, mizpah )

mizpah

[nobodyfromnowhere]

She misses him, every day.

His absence is made all the more stark by the occasional presence of the Force spirits of Luke and Leia, and the voices of the Jedi past that even now enter into her meditation. How can Ben be so completely gone, when so many others are with her?

She's taken to focusing on that void inside her, that place in her soul where Kylo Ren was and Ben should be, when she meditates. The spirits of the Jedi strengthen her, but reaching into the darkness to try to follow this intense bond she still feels even after his death is sapping that strength.

She can't keep doing it. She can't stop.

caesar zeppeli | jjba | ota

[casaposa]

[no smut!
- scripturient
- groak
- vagary]

dio | jjba | ota

[diovine]

[No smut!
- noctuary
- livsnjutare
- dormiveglia]

flea l original l ota

[fleahopping]

( info here. she's a reaper cat. if it wasn't obvious, no shipping or smut. can write starter, if needed. )

atermoiements: (n.) distractions or hesitations leading to procrastination.
solivagant: (adj.) wandering alone.
hiraeth: (n.) a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past.

or bring your own!

[singsthesong]

[would you be up to alex being around when flea picks someone up?]

Steve Rogers ● MCU

[lostbets]

a. chatoyant
(adj.) varicoloured when seen in different lights or from different angles

b. naufragous
(adj.) 1. causing shipwreck
2. in danger of being wrecked or totally destroyed

c. toska
(n.) a dull ache of the soul, a sick pining, a spiritual anguish

toska

[sidearmed]

[ It's said that time heals all wounds. Day by day, week by week, month by month; it's all supposed dull around the edges and fade away. Depending on the source, a person is supposed to put it in the hands of a spiritual authority or talk to a trained brain doctor. According to other sources, it's helpful to get a hobby and keep a daily journal. Those first days and weeks after DC are kind of a blur, to be honest, and he only happens across the self-help books while hiding out in a library several states away. He starts keeping a journal out of self defense - mostly to help himself remember what day it is, what he's had to eat. The horrors in his head. And it's how he re-learns an old hobby when one months stretches into two, and then three, and he's got all those weeks of linear memories.

A long time ago, he thinks he used to keep company with a trouble-making adrenalin junkie named Steve.

Steve, who used to be short and then got a lot taller. Who used to get beat up on the regular and now goes toe-to-toe with gods and monsters. Steve, who let himself nearly die to prove a point. Steve, who searches for a ghost in Europe in-between missions. The ghost in question apparently planted a few trails leading out of the country and then hid in the south and isn't quite sure why he's stuck around instead of leaving. His head is still a mess, honestly. Something to straighten out before he does anything else and the best reason for continuing to lay low.

At least until all hell breaks loose in South America. In Sokovia. Lots of property damage and more than a few lives lost. He watches shaky video clips on the news, the now familiar red-white-and-blue uniform dancing in and out of mortal danger just enough prodding to make something inside of his chest ache. Remorse, maybe, and loss. Something he'd forgotten a long time ago. Something strong enough to get him out of his bolthole and back on the road, traveling at night and resting during the day and borrowing supplies from one or two HYDRA safehouses he runs across on the way.

When Steve Rogers returns home - to his own apartment - the first thing he might notice is a burner phone on his kitchen table. The second thing he might notice is the index card lying underneath it, carefully inscribed with a number in handwriting he hasn't seen for a long time. The third thing he may or may not notice is a distinct lack of alarm-tripping. So the things become a question: what is he going to do with them? ]

Diana ~ DCEU

[willing_to_fight]

objet trouve, anacampserote, or uitwaaien

objet trouve. let me know if you want me to change anything.

[fleahopping]

[ She never knows precisely whom she's here for. God usually tells her that's the magic of it all, but personally Flea thinks it's rather annoying. Missy Long-Legs has only provided her with place and estimated time today, no name and all Flea can do is show up and wait. For death to occur. Someone's death.

It's Paris, this time. Louvre, to be more exact. In her twenty years as a reaper, that's a first. The museum is full of tourists and art lovers and Flea knows this is how humans relax themselves, looking at their own creations, but she never really understood why, did she? Cats don't create. Cats have kittens and cats kill, to feed the kittens they've had. They don't paint pictures of themselves - or others, for that matter. They don't have time for that kind of self-indulgence.

Around her, nothing is happening as of yet. She sits down in front of a painting in a far-off corner, giving her a better view of the room. No one is reacting to the strange appearance of a cat inside the Louvre, but that's because they can't see her. She's only visible to the spirits she's guiding.

Or so she thought. While studying Child With Cat by someone named Renoir, she suddenly notices a woman entering the exhibit. She's dark-haired and probably beautiful by human standards, Flea has learned to judge these things by now, but she also looks straight at her. Like she can see her.

That's a first as well. ]

sakura matou | fate/stay night (ota)

[ribbonry]

naz: (n.) the pride that comes from knowing you are loved no matter what you do.
meliorism: (n.) the belief that the world gets better; that humans can improve the world.
backpfeifengesicht: (n.) a person who needs to be slapped; lit. "a face that needs a fist in it."
basorexia: (n.) the overwhelming desire to kiss.
yonderly: (adj.) mentally or emotionally distant; absent-minded.

[ feel free to use multiple words for prompts! ]

Aerith Gainsbourgh | FFVII | ota

[cetra]

anacampserote : uitwaaien : eonian

Caroline Forbes | The Vampire Diaries | ota

[songofhappiness]

collogue : gapeseed : koyaanisqatsi

Ganymede | Greek mythology

[eagleswept]

persiflage | lacuna | panacea | or your own!

Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic) | BNHA | OTA

[vociferates]

encomium // noceur // remugient

black jack randall, outlander.

[flogs]

lydia deetz / beetlejuice the musical / gen or f/f

[saymy_name]

1. pettifoggery (n.) a trivial quarrel
2. vade mecum (n.) a favorite book carried everywhere; a handbook of useful information kept at one's side; lit. "go with me"
3. hiraeth (n.) a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past.
4. adamantine (n. adj.) unbreakable

bucky barnes | mcu au

[bucksicled]

nunchi | atychiphobia | duende | bring your own

atychiphobia

[agentreborn]

There's a strange sort of friendship born out of a rushing train in the winter time, a fall so long there's no surviving it. Maybe friendship is giving it too much credit. Maybe ceasefire is closer to the mark. Barnes picks up the shield, Peggy follows him to the end of line, and the whole time the specter of Steve sits heavy between them.

When Barnes crashes into the ice, it feels inevitable. Like maybe he followed Rogers into the cold. Like he took the last bit of Steve with him.

Peggy puts one foot in front of the other. Survives. Finds her place in peace time. Founds SHIELD. Lives.

Until she doesn't.

It's little things at first. Words, gone missing. Misplaced things. It's a bad call during a mission -- three agents dead -- that sends Peggy to a doctor. The diagnosis is not immediate. It's a slow, drawn out thing. And when he finally pinpoints it, Peggy feels like waves are crushing through her lungs, drowning her.

Alzheimers.

The disease runs it course. Steals bit after bit away from her until there is nothing left. Or so Peggy imagines. She's not the Peggy who dies. She is taken from an earlier point. Right after the diagnosis. The panic still lingers, like water sloshing around in her lungs, despite reassurances that this body won't get Alzheimers. They removed the genes. Isn't that handy?

Her body is grown in a lab. No scars, no wrinkles-- Like an apartment in a magazine spread. Beautiful, but without life. Peggy stares at it in the mirror sometimes. Her memories a jumble between what was and what is. Her body used to be a roadmap of her life, of choices made, and now it's been wiped clean. No appendix scar from when she was eleven (her appendix is still intact they tell her). Not even the chicken pox scar below the dip of her collarbone. The real Peggy Carter lost her mind. This Peggy Carter only has her mind. The body was never hers.

They -- faceless men in uniforms with too many medals, and suits so sharp you could cut yourself on them -- remade her to get to Barnes. Their ceasefire and joint love for Rogers apparently looked like real closeness from the outside. Funny, isn't it? She owes her strange sort of existence to Barnes' reputation as a womanizer.

Peggy doesn't tell them they're wrong. She lets them play her like a pawn across the chessboard set up by the Accords. Let's them put her in position to corner Barnes. She has no loyalty to him. Even less to them. They find him in an objectively shitty, little apartment in Romania They mean for her to bump into him at the market. Innocuously reaching for the same plum or some such bullshit. Peggy waits until she's sure he's in his apartment, then she knocks on the door.

Her body might only be two years old, technically, but her mind is too old for this.

yuri leclerc | fire emblem: three houses

[tricher]

[ 1. kalon 2. nepenthe 3. tatemae 4. latibule 5. callipygian

or choose your own adventure ]

akemi morishita | original

[cupidite]

vagary: (n.) an unpredictable instance, a wandering journey; a whimsical, wild, or unusual idea, desire, or action.
kalopsia: (n.) the delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are.
pettifoggery: (n.) a trivial quarrel.

Sister Imperator | Ghost

[witchimage]

APOTHEOSIS: (n.) 1. the perfect example; 2. elevation to divine status.
SCHADENFREUDE: (n.) delight obtained from the trouble of others.
FESCENNINE: (adj.) lewd or obscene

Harley Quinn | DCEU | OTA

[fantabulousandwich]

naufragio (n.) lit. "shipwreck"; colloquially, a lousy party.

nyctophilia (n.) Love of darkness or night; finding relaxation or comfort in the darkness.

rantipole (v.) To be wild and reckless

recumbentibus (n.)The knockout or ending blow, physical or verbal; the final, winning argument.

soigné (adj.) Possessing an aura of sophistication in dress, manner, or design; presented or prepared with an elegance attained through care for the finder details.

[Or bring your own!]

[prodigalmess]

[ ooc: Are you feeling anything in particular or should I just hit you with something random? ]

adora ( she ra )

[sherad]

( ooc: no s5 spoilers atm )

Re: adora ( she ra )

[seenitbefore]

(idk if you're up for improbable crossovers, but 1 or 2?)

clover ( rwby )

[luckthis]

kylo ren | star wars

[cross_guard]

a. paraprosexia. (n) constant distraction
b. jentacular. (adj) relating to breakfast
c. quisling. (n) traitor; someone who has lost your confidence
d. abditory. (n) a place into which you can disappear; a hiding place
e. byop

A

[youreafraid]

Three minutes, maybe – the council chamber, with everlong, star-dappled night beyond its viewports, would soon be hosting a retinue of grim-faced officers. Twelve? Twelve primly dressed, straight-shouldered subordinates to listen mutely to the Supreme Leader’s most recent report. The buffed black table would seat twelve solemn faces, and Kylo would stand at its head. From there, he would command their attention, their agreement, and their unwavering obedience. With little more than his looming stature and a sweep of his dark eyes, he would have their compliance. He always did.

The black that Rey wore matched his own: a deep, matte black. A bodice of black, a long shawl of black that crossed over her chest, the shadow of the pale desert wraps she’d once worn, held at her waist with a sleek belt of black. Black wraps from her forearms halfway up her lean biceps, black leggings beneath the draped black lengths of the shawl, and a black cloak that fell, pleated, from her shoulders. Black boots to her calves. Her black was a midnight reflection of Kylo’s, broken only by chestnut hair, hazel eyes, and her bright skin. A flush of unobtrusive red at the lips, like Kylo. Her hair was tended up and back now only for practicality, and because they were operating under eyes other than their own. Had it been Kylo alone, she would have let it fall. She would have asked him to undo it himself.

In three standard minutes, however, they would be convening with his soundly tamed officers. He would issue to them their next assignment and relevant orders. They would have to refrain from casting her sidelong glances, wondering, still, how she had come to be here. The answer wasn’t clear, like ripples opening over murky water. A long pursuit that had resulted in her now ruling above them, at the side of the man who had usurped his own master? Perhaps it was unlikely, or uncomfortable, or unbelievable. But it was also the new reality, for all of them, and she had not yet felt in any of her bones a flicker of doubt. Only the deathly quiet of peace, and home.

This proximity to the Supreme Leader is wildly invigorating, star-shifting; it’s a discovery as simple and marvelous as fire. It contains dangerous potential. It’s irresistibly distracting. She can’t focus on the fact that his officers – their officers – are crossing through the Steadfast’s polished-to-reflection black corridors even now. In minutes they will compose themselves as the monarchs they are. And still, these constant distractions – the shine of the glowpanels catching, tossing, in the waves of his hair. The Loth-wolf gleam in his dark, dark eyes. The way he wears black; the way he carries it; the way it shapes itself to him, asking to be carried. The breadth of his back and the long, leather lengths of his fingers in his gloves. The set of his mouth, the cliff-edge of his jaw, and the near-silent, fearsome energy he exudes. The distraction of his presence is constant. The fire of his energy has always called to the fire of her own. The difference is that now they are close enough for those flames to touch.

Stepping to claim the space in front of him, to occupy it with her own nimble, simmering energy, she brings both hands to either side of his ribs. There’s a sliver of space between their bodies, and she keeps it as she leans up and in, head tipping to brush her lips over the corner of his mouth, bartering a breath for a breath.

“Tell me how I’m supposed to discuss the logistics of resolving these latest insurgencies when you look like you stepped right out of the stars.”

Murderbot | Murderbot Diaries

[anxiouskillingmachine]

weltschmerz
quotidian
anfractuosity
or your own!

kate kane | dc comics

[redbatter]

1. serein
2. aspectabund
3. fika
4. Wildcard. Give your own.

Min Seunwoo - Antique

[cakeprince]

눈치 noonchi (n.) the art of being in tune with someone else's feelings, thoughts, and emotions

꽃길 kkochgil (n.) flower road - the road of life you walk being lined with good experiences and happiness (flowers)

든해 deunhae (n.) the warmth of the sunlight filling a house through a window - a safe feeling

소나기 sonagi (n.) a sudden downpour that lasts for half an instant and that fades as quickly as it appeared

와일드 카드 wild card (n.) submit your own

Cassian Andor | Rogue One | OTA

[seenitbefore]

[ meliorism | logomachy | rapscallion | ??? ]