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[mllememe]

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

Sebastian Castellanos | The Evil Within

[forgavehimself]

[open to both romantic and gen scenarios, but romance is going to be a looong slow burn. chance meetings, workplace friends, anything you like]

01. vicissitude: changes of fortune, especially one that is unwelcome or unpleasant
02. paraprosexia: constant distraction
03. quondam: belonging to a time long past; once but no longer

agnès louvain | oc

[ex_faeriering853]

( serein | numinous | scintilla | brontide | or your choice! character info, ota for pretty much everything although lmk if you're gonna angle for shipping/smut. )

Kiyotaka Ishimaru | Dangan Ronpa

[moraloutrage]

Alucard | Castlevania

[cryptsleeper]

simachy (a battle against imaginary enemies; fighting your shadow)| advesperascit(the approaching dark) | selcouth (unfamiliar, rare, strange, and yet marvelous) | mistpouffer (a mysterious sound heard over the ocean in quiet, foggy weather)

dorothea arnault — fire emblem: three houses

[operafy]

foudroyant (adj.) dazzling, stunning in effect

selcouth (adj.) unfamiliar, rare, strange, and yet marvelous

dozakh (n.) a place of torment one believes they are in when separated from their lover; hell

사랑 (sarang) (n.) love; lit. "i wish to be with you until death"

margaery tyrell | got

[versigny]

i. natsukashii
ii. soigné
iii. serein
iv. offing
v. bring your own!

[ open to gen/ship and AUs. m/f for ships (and f/f if previous CR has been discussed). ]

[brythonic]

[serein or gokotta?]

madeleine gautier | original | ota

[demimondaines]

[ info & permissions. ]



sillage (n.) the scent that lingers in air, the trail left in water, the impression made in space after something or someone has been and gone; the trace of someone's perfume.

gibigianna (n.) the play of light reflected from water or a mirror; a sunlit area; figuratively, a woman who flaunts her charm or who wishes to dazzle you with her elegance.

tacenda (n.) things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence.

eesome (adj.) pleasing to the eye.

capernoited (adj.) peevish; tipsy or slightly intoxicated.



or bring your own!

eesome

[toalwayspersevere]

[ They started out on the surface of London, of course, see the sights, taste the blood. Feel the heartbeat of the city. But then, once they'd passed midnight well and proper, he took her underground instead into the Camden Catacombs for a demonic rave party organised by The Traveling Box, a group of witches with a proclivity towards techno, mixed with heavy industrial vibes. The music practically booms against the heavy stone walls and ceilings, the tunnels ringing with it and the bar - conjured up, no doubt, the whole place reeks of overblown magic - busy as any on a Saturday night. The place is pretty crowded and they're on the dance floor, him and Madeleine, rocking slowly with the beat whilst sharp lights in blue and green and silver rush across the room, painting their faces one split-second at a time.

With his hands on her hips, he pushes her into the rhythm, following along and staying close, draped up against her front. He's keeping a firm hold on her waist, eying anyone trying to slide up behind her for a feel with absolute and utter death in his gaze. At some point, someone's going to take that as a challenge and to that, he says bring it. All this pretty evening needs is another spot of violence, after all.

He watches the beams of neon glide across her features and gives her a slow smile. Sharp. ]

Ganymede | Greek mythology

[eagleswept]

illecebrous | lítost | culaccino | or your own!

Parties + The God of Death = a bad time

[inuthings]

{ lítost: sorrow, regret. }

Parties were not, by any means, Anubis’ strong suit. They involved people, other Gods and Goddesses technically, but living breathing existing people. Anubis talked to mummies and the deceased for a living, socializing with those that still breathed and could talk back was not something he thought he was good at. Actually, if you asked Thoth, it was amazing how horrified he was by the mere thought of opening his mouth around those with a beating heart.

Anubis has held actually beating hearts in his hands, they weren’t that impressive.

Unfortunately he was required to attend this party, it was one of the few ones where everyone from different pantheons gathered to celebrate. It was supposed to help them all reconnected with each other and strengthen bonds. So that the Gods didn’t decide to just go about and angrily start murdering each other. It’s happened, Athena and Poseidon tried to kill each other not that long ago. How many centuries had to pass before it was considered ‘long ago’ again?

Thoth had found him hiding in his library and had dragged him to the party. He was now off having a heated debate with Apollo, the Greek’s God of Knowledge and Anubis was left cowering in a corner. Not exactly cowering, he refused to be seen like he was doing that. Dionysus provided the wine, much to his relief, and he had an entire bottle of it. Dionysus had personally found him to give it to him with that weird knowing smirk. Anubis was very fond of the God's wine.

If he managed to drink enough of it that he actually got drunk maybe he could handle this party more. It was doubtful, but he was absolutely willing to try, At the very least it might make talking to people more manageable.

Instead of sitting in a corner hoping no one paid attention to him. Which was exactly what he was doing. There were so many of them crammed into this room that the chances of him escaping were actually quite good. Should he try that instead? No one said he had to stay in this room and Mount Olympus was a beautiful place. Maybe—maybe if he snuck out.

Anubis stood and took another long drag of the wine bottle before making for the nearest door. He slipped right through it, quietly shut it behind him and breathed a sigh of relief before starting down the hall. He turned a corner, sipped the wine again and felt himself collide with whatever had been directly in his path. His hand shot out to catch himself against the wall and looked down.

Mortal was his first thought.
Mortal turned immortal was what his mind corrected.
Ganymede was what he finally settled on with a strange revolation.

“You’re Zeus’—“ the word that almost escaped his mouth was not appropriate and shouldn’t be said to a complete stranger. It was also never a word Anubis had uttered in his entire life and he wasn’t about to start. Pressing his lips together he backtracked instantly and stepped away from him. “Excuse me.” He either needed to get drunk or go home, preferably home.

Robert Muldoon | Jurassic Park | OTA

[allbedestroyed]

1. Gauche: (adj) Socially graceless.
2. Galère : (n) A group of undesirable people.
3. Marmoreal: (adj) Cold and aloof; reminiscent of a marble statue.
4. Choose your own.

Josh Washington | Until Dawn | OTA

[johnwaynes]

[ Okay with both gen and shippy things! ]

Dr. Yinsen || MCU || OTA

[bidatchi]

Prompts from the official Otherwordly blog:
1a. Scripturient: having a consuming passion to write
2a. Sweven: the vision seen in sleep; a dream
3a. Heliophilia: the desire to stay in the sun; the love of sunlight
4a. Wanderlust: the irresistible, incurable desire to travel or wander

Prompts based on other words from various languages:
1b. Kórinshi: to let yourself be known fully; to be yourself with someone without pretense
2b. Krârspozhme: a completely quiet night; the point in the night where everyone is asleep and all sound has stopped.
3b. Ramadi, رمادي: gray; clouded judgment; unclear memories; ash falling from the sky
4b. Sarmâ-gazidâz: the chill that goes through you when you realize something's wrong; a sudden sense of being cold prior to learning bad news

Kiryu Kazuma | Yakuza

[reguards]

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

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

borborygmi (n.) the rumbling sounds your stomach makes

bring your own word?

(Also, specify if you've got a preference for canonpoint, if it matters, otherwise I'll wildly improvise with whatever seems funniest. I'm up to .5 seconds into Y4; I'll tag anyone from the franchise, I just...might not have any idea who they are.

And I'm open to crosscanon, crosscanon's rad.)

cor leonis | ffxv | ota

[crownsguarding]

• murrma (v.) to walk along in the water searching for something with your feet
• mágoa (n.) a heartbreaking feeling that leaves long-lasting traces, visible in gestures and facing expressions
• strikhedonia (n.) the pleasure of being able to say "to hell with it"
• sitzfleisch (n.) lit. "sitting flesh" or posterior; metaphorically, the ability to sit through, tolerate, or persist in something difficult or severely boring

[ feel free to bring your own as well! ]

william james moriarty | moriarty the patriot

[fracte]

[ ooc: lmk if you prefer shippy or gen! ]

Steve Rogers || au

[brooklyntrash]

[info + permissions]

a. velleitie (n.): a wish or powerful desire for something that nonetheless is not or cannot be followed by actions meant to pursue it.
b. balter (v.): to dance artlessly, without particular grace or skill but usually with enjoyment.
c. meliorism (n.): the belief that the world gets better; the belief that humans can improve the world

mad sweeney | american gods

[blarneys]

i. súton
ii. rasasvada
iii. mutterseelenallein
iv. recumbentibus
v. choose your own/give him one!

Rena Ryugu | Higurashi no Naku Koro ni | OTA

[growingblueflame]

1. Sarang (n.):

love; lit. "I will love you until death."

2. Meraki (n.):

the soul, creativity, or love you put into something; the essense of yourself you put into your work.

3. Noctuary (n.):

the record of a single night's events, thoughts, or dreams.

(( Or bring your own! Can bring Gou Rena or an earlier canon point! ))

Swan | trc

[cobbe]

1) scripturient; 2) mizpah; 3) livnsjutare; 4) eremophobia

(or bring me your own. Swan is basically a step above npc from the dream thieves. reckless rich wild child living life on the edge. basically a modern lost boy led by the worstbest peter pan.)

livnsjutare;

[entitledblood]

[Roman finds himself at Aglionby after a particularly heated fight with his mother over the summer. All hissed words and insults, that way he has of flashing his smile like a sneer. She'd made the threat in a fit of spite and Roman had taken it, and neither of them are people that give anything back-- that was bred in his blood. She seethes behind her fangs at letting him so far out of her reach, but arrangements are made, letters are written and donations are made.

He drives the Jaguar from Pennsylvania to Virginia and breathes in something that almost tastes like victory.

He meets Swan because one of the first things he goes looking for in a new place is drugs, and that means he winds up at a party and meets Kavinsky. Roman isn't someone that's ever made friends. He has a complete lack of interest in being tolerable to other people, and his edges are sharp enough to bleed on. People like his name and his money, the conflicting stories surrounding his father's death that still linger like skeletons laid out for everyone to see.

Roman himself tends to be unnerving in more than small doses, either from intensity or boredom, depending on his mood- which is always mercurial. But Kavinsky and his dog pack of followers don't seem to notice. Or maybe Roman's car is just nice enough to make up for the shit that comes off of his mouth and the visceral pleasure he takes in other peoples' discomfort; he starts saving most of his barbs for other people.

It's still not friendship. But he orbits around the edges, and tries to play at casual disregard despite the magnetism. Boys that seem just reckless and self-destructive and strange enough to catch his interest. It's Friday night and there are car races, and Roman's a little tipsy, a little bit high- just enough to keep the dark from crawling in. He thought he'd left it behind in Hemlock Grove, but it's not that easy.

He holds his cigarette like a fucking model and grins when he catches sight of Swan, a flash in his pale green eyes. Godfrey green, they called them. The color of money and desire.]

Hey, asshole. [Words spoken like something conspiratorial; a grin and a flash of teeth. Which is sort of like hello, on nights like these. It's like the air around him is charged with something restless, like a disaster waiting to happen. He shoves lightly against the other boy's shoulder, just enough for a greeting.]

spike | btvs

[toalwayspersevere]

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redamancy (n.) the act of loving the one that loves you; a love returned in full

adust (adj.) burned, scorched

agastopia (n.) admiration of someone's body

altitonant (adj.) thundering on high

agastopia, possibly with a side of redamancy.

[demimondaines]

[ It's a different night tonight, it's a different bar, very different, no raves and no techno, though there is music (live), unfamiliar songs sung in a high-pitched voice by some demon girl Madeleine can't place, even if Spike's pointed a few species out to her at this point. Chaos demons are difficult to mistake for anything else, aren't they? The place, Number of the Beast, where he's taken her this time is fancy, less punk, more extravagance, albeit underground enough to stay well off the radar of humans. They're just night creatures here, vampires, other kinds, she's beginning to take a shine to London for its grunge, really. Englishmen don't come off too stiff in these parts and if they are, it's because they're dead.

He's abandoned her at the booth in the corner to brave the dance floor taking up the whole middle, aiming for the bar on the opposite side to pick up drinks, new ones. Madeleine follows him with her eyes the entire way or, well, as far as he gets before some girl (vampire, that one is easy) latches onto him, eyes only staying at his face for so long. Oh. How cute. Madeleine purses her lips, cocking her head a little as she watches them. What a tiny little thing she is, maybe a head shorter than him if you broke her heels clean off, blond hair all loose and wavy around her shoulders. Red dress, very red, blood.

Her Gucci Flora is traceable across the room, too. Oh, Madeleine could trace it right back to her, couldn't she? If she wanted. ]

Kᴀᴇʏᴀ ❅ Gᴇɴsʜɪɴ Iᴍᴘᴀᴄᴛ ❅ OTA (castmates + x-canon loved!)

[ceremonialblade]

any one or combination of the following—
熬夜 | 金繕い | ᴅᴇғᴇɴᴇsᴛʀᴀᴛᴇ | sᴄɪɴᴛɪʟʟᴀ | ʙʀᴜᴍᴏᴜs | ᴡʜᴇʟᴠᴇ | ᴜɪᴛᴡᴀᴀɪᴇɴ
—or bring your own!

rhaenys martell targaryen | asoiaf/got | ota

[kelitsos]

[ ludic | euphuistic | schadenfreude | depaysement | or bring your own! ]