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

camille giroux | original | ota

[op21]

[ ooc; full history on profile. permissions in journal. contemporary-ish muses loved, she's from the mid-19th century, but can play her from anywhere between late 18th century to the outbreak of WWI, if it fits better. steampunk and other alternative history canons/settings also welcome. ]



scripturient (adj.) having a consuming passion to write.

deipnosophist (n.) someone skilled in small talk.

brumous (adj.) of grey skies and winter days; filled with heavy clouds or fog; relating to winter or cold, sunless weather.

nefelibata (n.) lit. "cloud-walker"; one who lives in the clouds of their own imagination or dreams, or one who does not obey the conventions of society, literature, or art.

Or bring your own!

Brumous

[everlastingchains]

[Let me know if this works for you]

Her letter arrived days ago and with it came the clouds. Victor is prone to watch the skies. Once, it had been in hopes for lightning. He had watches with eager anticipation. Now he feel the looming clouds only reflect his anxiety.

He does looks forward to her arrival. Camille is his oldest friend after all. She had known him since he had been in knee pants. She had been there at the start, when the loss of his Mother had driven him away from poetry and beauty to science. She had seen him off to Cambridge, when his father had disowned him for good for daring to take a scholarship and leave to persue his 'madness'.

But he knows like his life, hers has, been quite unkind and he wants so badly for Camille to have something like warmth and joy after so much grief. But that seems more impossible than the miracles Victor has wrought in these past few years.

He truly has little. There's some embarrassed shame in how he lives now. He lives amongst the poorest, lucky to afford a drafty two room flat and the secret attic behind the bookshelf where his machines sit gathering dust.

Victor is loathe to have Camille step over those who sleep in the stairwells for nowhere else to go. He desperately scrubs lingering grime off surfaces and opens clouded windows to let in fresh air. He makes a valient but short lived attempt to organize his books, strewn about his tiny home. He has far too many and he soon gives us and leaves heavy volumes of poetry and prose next to think bound medical journals. He counts and recounts his meager coin and scrapes together what little he has so she can have something better than mismatched plates and cracked teacups. His larder is still near empty.

He feels a heaviness that hangs like the fog outside at the thought of her knowing just how poor he is now, living hand to mouth, reliant on his patron for funding, reliant on Henry for a warm place to sleep when the nights grow cool and he runs out of wood for the stove to heat the small space.

Victor checks and double checks the secret entryway into his lab obsessively. Is it well enough hidden? Is it secured? There is a looming fear hanging like those frigid clouds that if Camille sees, if she finds out, she will abandon him. She can forgive him his infatuation with Henry, but he doubts she could forgive him this. She must never know what monsters he's made. Never realize that he too is monsterous for doing so. She, with who he has always shared everything, she cannot share this. Victor has lost enough family. He can't lose her.

The fog swirls outside and in his chest. He desperately makes his clothes a little less worn and stained. Pulls out the same vest and shirt and waistcoat he wore to the magic lantern show with Henry. He stands at the stoop, waiting for the carriage, hands balled to keep from the small tremors. As anxious as he is, Victor is determined to greet her sober. He wants to be able to feel the moment when he can hug her again. When her warmth can chase away the looming clouds.

His sober, worried frown becomes a slow, shy smile when he finally hears the sounds of the carriage. He's never been athletic, sickly as he has been as a child. Too thin and delicate even now. But he still rushes to get to the carriage, breath already little pants, blue eyes bright. "Camille!" He has a hug waiting the moment she steps out.

emet-selch (final fantasy xiv)

[wholeness]

1. collogue
to wheedle or flatter; to confer in secret
2. meliorism
the belief that the world gets better; the belief that humans can improve the world
3. eonian
constant and indefinite; continuing forever
4. abditory
a place into which you can disappear; a hiding place
5. apricate
to bask in the sun

(or you can leave me a word and i will write you a starter! we can discuss any scenario beforehand if you've got something in mind, and while i'm up to date on canon, i won't go into any spoilers unless you welcome them.)

helena adams | identity v | ota

[decrypter]

panacea | raison d'etre | bricolage | abditory

(or bring your own, and I'll write the starter)

i had to use a poetry generator for this one :"D

[freshcupofnonsense]

There is a certain safety in being anonymous behind a laptop. For once, Sandalphon doesn’t need to explain who he is or why he writes these poems. No one truly bothers him, no one makes jokes when they find out that someone like him writes short and quite heavy poems. Yet, deep inside he knows he wants someone to read them, to listen, to understand. And maybe, even deeper inside he wants someone to understand him as well. But that is all on the inside and he likes to keep it that way. Sort of. Maybe. Most of the time.

After a large sip of his coffee he shifts in his chair and leans forward. His eyes narrow a little when as he studies what he has been writing and finally he hits the enter button, sending it to that other person on the other side.

Once upon a midnight later
On that day my soul grew dark
Night - tormentor of my dreams
I heard a nighttime, splendid glorying
When I thought of the night
Once I sat engaged and beginning
In a kingdom full of damages
I awoke and flung the shindig

Maybe he should try to write a poem about coffee one day. When he would finally be able to forgive himself for all the things he has done in the past and he would be able to meet his lost friend again. And as he ponders about this he stares at the screen, expecting some sort of response soon.

Maybe it isn’t good enough and for a long time his fingers hover above the keyboard, unsure if he should give in to that tiny, whiny voice in the back of his head being very insistent on telling him it is absolutely worthless.

Did you get it?

honeymaren | frozen ii | ota, f/f for shipping

[fantasygalpal]

1. examinate
2. hygge
3. wifty
4. wildcard!

Number Five | The Umbrella Academy

[forasecond]

1. zugzwang: n. A situation where every possible move or decision is a bad one, or one that will result in damage or loss.

2. tacenda: n. Things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence.

3. dormiveglia: n. The space that stretches between sleeping and waking.

isabella | the promised neverland

[delphus]

concinnity — harmony or elegance of design
torschlusspanik — "gate-closing panic"; the fear of diminishing opportunities as you age
fress — to eat a large amount without restraint
collogue — 1. to wheedle or flatter; 2. to confer in secret

[serperiority]

((Is this only open to cast-mates or anyone? I love The Promised Neverland! ^^ Isabella is really fascinating...))

zagreus | hades | ota

[hotstepper]

1. coruscate — to reflect brilliantly; to sparkle.
2. zoilist — someone who takes joy in finding fault.
3. panacea — a cure for all ills.
4. abditory — a place into which you can disappear; a hiding place.

[ ota to gen or shipping. crosscanon/assumed cr welcome. ]

[doommate]

( do you have a preference for some olympian bonding? 👀 )

Octavia Blake ↠ The 100

[thegirlunderthefloor]

Scintilla

(n.) a tiny, brilliant flash or spark; a small thing; a barely-visible trace

Orenda

(n.) a mystical force present in all people that empowers them to affect the world, or to effect change in their own lives

Huzun

(n.) a melancholy resulting from inadequacy or failure and weighing so heavily that it becomes communal, resigned, and even curiously poetic

Nazlanmak
(v.) pretending reluctance or indifference when you are actually willing or eager; saying no and meaning yes

Revali | Zelda: BotW/Age of Calamity

[talonsheath]

1. shlimazl: someone who is always unlucky
2. habseligkeiten: things an adult finds worthless but a kid thinks are treasures
3. zalatwic: the use of bribes, charms, or connections to get something
4. galere: a group of undesirable people
5. bring your own word?

4

[deltastrike]

[Theseus is decorated as usual with the symbols of his honors, golden emblazoned belt and the laurels atop his hair displaying to all the status he's earned. While Theseus couldn't be impressed by most people, there is an excitement running through him for who he is to meet. It's someone with the same title as him, why, that has to mean he's in the company of someone at least half as great, right?

He loudly announces his entrance.]

Lo, a event is in process, a gathering of Champions!

Jir Mannin | Star Wars OC | OTA

[rendandmend]

[ooc: More info in bio, now give me all your starwar folks, she will patch you up.]

wylie hargrave ( original )

[fretful]

[ trouvaille, magoa, sphallolalia, cicurate ]

ares | hades

[doommate]

1. marmoreal
cold and aloof; reminiscent of a statue.
2. naufragous
in danger of being wrecked or totally destroyed.
3. raison d'être
a reason for existing.
4. objet trouvé
a natural or discarded object, found by chance, that has a certain beauty; lost and found.
5. pick your own?

(voice testing! canon or crosscanon welcome. Can provide a starter if needed.)

4!

[eagleswept]

[I hope this works! :'D And if you prefer brackets, just use those and I'll switch.]

The number of weapons Ganymede counted as his own could be reduced to three; a large knife, a bow, and a sling, all three of them used for hunting, not war, which probably made the sight of him carrying a shield - of a sort quite a bit out of fashion for a good while now as well - a bit of an odd one. More than that was his destination, or rather, the person he was looking for.

Eros had insisted he do this himself, and Ganymede was vaguely resentful, but mostly because he was a little nervous. He had no idea of Ares would care any longer, everyone's focus elsewhere currently, what with the curious affair with Hades apparently having a son. Eros hadn't stopped him, so hopefully it wasn't a completely terrible idea. Too late to change his mind now, anyway.

"Lord Ares?" Coming to a stop, Ganymede shifted on his feet, briefly worrying his bottom lip before he hefted the shield so he could hold it out. "I found this while out today."

Ganymede couldn't claim to have set foot anywhere near Troy since it fell, and certainly hadn't done so today either. Which was why the find of the shield that'd belonged to the son of Ares who'd fallen during those last awful weeks so far south of Troy, in a market in a pretty insignificant city, had been all the more surprising. Ganymede had only recognized it because he remembered seeing Ares pass by with those same arms well before the war, to outfit both Ascalaphus and his twin.

The Master | Doctor Who

[selfsaboteur]

1. oubliette: a dungeon with a door only in the ceiling; a place you put people to forget about them

2. desenrascanço: the improvisation of haphazard but completely sound solutions or plans at the last minute

3. strikhedonia: the pleasure of being able to say 'to hell with it'

4. wildcard

Mazikeen | Lucifer

[torturosity]

1. dozakh: a place of torment one believes they are in when separated from their lover; hell

2. cordiform: heart-shaped

3. backpfeifengesicht: a person who needs to be slapped; lit. 'a face that needs a fist in it'

4. your choice

guizhong | genshin impact

[dustodust]

[ voice testing so castmates would be appreciated, even those not from liyue! we can assume some random jamjar where it's possible for her to be in modern teyvat with everyone else. ]

manqué: (adj.) having failed to become what one might've been; ex. "an actor manqué"
adoxography: (n.) beautiful writing on a subject of little or no importance
croodle: (v.) to cuddle or nest together, as from fear or cold; (v.) to make a noise like a dove
aisling: (n.) a vision or dream; an Irish poetic genre where Ireland appears to the poet in the form of a beautiful woman
關係 guānxì: (n.) a network of social connections based on mutual trust and the balancing of debts by returning favors so that the relationship's benefits are shared by all

dorian pavus | dragon age: inquisition

[cultivations]

1. 不甘寂寞 / bùgān jìmò - v. to be unwilling to be lonely or overlooked; to seek to move forward from loneliness

2. altitudinarian - adj. aspiring to great heights; having lofty ambitions

3. accismus - n. feigning disinterest in something while actually desiring it

4. deliquio - 1.) n. a failure, lack or want of something. 2.) n. an eclipse

5. leave me a word, and I'll write the starter!

[ ota for gen; m/m only for shipping ]

Ganymede | Greek mythology

[eagleswept]

1. luftsmensch
2. ashioom
3. dwale
4. adamantine
5. or your own!

Natasha Romanoff | MCU | ota

[plightful]

1. Mulligrubs

2. commuovere

3. naufragous

4. piquant

5. Pick your own!

dracula.

[drank]

[ leave me a prompt/s! ]

hope you don't mind.

[op21]

lítost (n.) regret and remorse and repentance; a state of agony and torment; or sorrow said to be "created by the sudden sight of one's own misery".

Cobb Vanth | The Mandalorian

[heypartner]

Uitwaaien (v.) to take a break to clear one's head; lit. "to walk in the wind".

Groak (v.) to stare longingly at someone who is eating in the hope that they will ask you to join them.

Lucent (adj.) softly bright or radiant.

harper rye, original character.

[ways]

buganjimo / effleurage / epanorthosis / cicatrize

epanorthosis

[gale_force]

(( ooc: check out Jo's permissions post on her profile to learn about her backstory. it seems quite similar to yours. ))

Jo was not used to living the life of a bight. She had only recently left her job as a meteorologist and taken up the occupation of speaking as Ehecatl's mouthpiece to the world, a position that often led to doing things like speaking at the UN about climate change and the like. That was probably why Ehecatl had chosen her as a bight in the first place, as unlikely as her channeling would have been otherwise.

On this day, therefore, she's in New York city, a place she's well familiar with. She's never been to the UN building before, but she knows this will also become a familiar place after this occasion. She is walking from the subway stop to the building when she encounters the man who she has literally just physically bumped into.

"Oh!" she says. "I'm so sorry, I'm quite preoccupied."

Preoccupied covers it, though there's so much to it than that. She hadn't even believed in the claims of the bights before Ehecatl's channeling his powers to her, thinking them to be mentally ill or delusional. She had gone through a lot of soul-searching after the flood of emotions, memories, and words that signaled her becoming a bight. She's only barely willing to admit to herself and to others that this is her new position in life. What is she doing actually traveling to the UN to speak today? How did that happen?

Midnight | BNHA

[love_the_smell]

fernweh (n.) - an ache for distant places; the craving for travel
komorebi (n.) - sunlight that filters through the leaves of trees
concupiscence (n.) - any yearning of the soul for good
atychiphobia (n.) - fear of failure; fear of not being good enough

(or bring your own!)

Two-Face | The Dark Knight

[flipism]

1. alamort: half dead of exhaustion

2. gumusservi: moonlight shining on water

3. cicurate: to tame or reclaim from wildness or madness

4. something else?

Natalie Kempe | OC | OTA

[cassilda]

1. strikhedonia (n.) the pleasure of being able to say "to hell with it."

2. sabaeanism (n.) the worship of stars

3. quaquaversal (adj.) moving or happening in every direction simultaneously

4. lacuna (n.) a blank space, a missing part

5. advesperascit (v.) the approaching dark; the evening draws near

quaquaversal

[gale_force]

(( ooc: check out Jo's permissions post on her profile to learn about her backstory. ))

Jo is new to her powers. She has barely even used them up to this point. Therefore, she's come here to this public park to practice the use of them. Ehecactl seems at least willing to offer her that opportunity. She raises her arms, which really seems very cliche to do, but also helps her to focus as she tries to channel Ehecatl and cause her powers to work.

Unfortunately, the use of them doesn't go well on her first try. The wind she summoned seems to be coming at her from every direction at once, and much too fiercely at that. The burst of wind lasts a second or two and that's all, but she sees that everyone in or near the park has been disturbed by the burst. Some people there have even fallen down.

"Sorry!" she calls to anyone who might be nearby to notice. "I'm new to this."

sansa stark | asoiaf/got | ota

[eyried]

1. charientism
2. luftsmensch
3. silvicutrix
4. wildcard!