bakerstreet | otherwordly.

[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

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

Edited 2021-02-18 15:44 (UTC)

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)

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"

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). ]

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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!

Edited 2021-02-19 17:36 (UTC)

illecebrous | lítost | culaccino | or your own!

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.

{ 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.

The great feasting hall of Olympus could hold as many that might walk into it, no matter the size of the crowd, which was, even now, fascinating. The crowd tonight wasn't just the whole population that fell under Olympus' sway, which would be a more familiar situation, but rather a great, glittering array of quite a few pantheons' deities.

It was, frankly, rather unsettling. So much power, so many individual wills in a relatively limited place. Ganymede could only be grateful that he wasn't actually expected to attend anyone but Zeus and Hera, aside from that initial drink that had been served to the full twelve. That was easy, though. Familiar and expected.

Of course, it was Ganymede's own decision to range out from Zeus and Hera and wander the room, but on the other hand he refused to dither fearfully next to certain protection just because that was easier.

He also didn't much like to linger around Hera, even when he was being practically ignored aside from when she needed her cup filled.

That he wasn't needed all the time was a relief sometimes, because that meant he could slip out just for a couple moments and breathe - a room that full of gods weighed down on him even if he was used to it. In theory, anyway.

Taking a breath, he turned away from the fresco he'd been looking at, even if it wasn't anything new, and turned to go back in - only to walk right into a chest and the brush of a sensation that reminded him of Lord Hades and of Persephone. Hermes too, sometimes, whenever he'd been escorting souls.

"I apologize," he said quietly as he caught himself and ignored the little uncomfortable shiver at the realization of what sort of god he'd accidentally walked into. Not that he was sure exactly who, aside from recognizing him as one of the Egyptian deities. Relaxed a little anyway when nothing worse than an apology came. Well, right after that cut off comment, and Ganymede was glad he didn't have to work around whatever emotion might have come from having heard what might have come next.

Maybe it wouldn't have been bad, but people usually didn't cut themselves off if it wasn't.

"I am, yes." He could even smile about it, because being Zeus', he had nothing against. Gaze falling to the bottle and nothing else, Ganymede frowned. "Wouldn't you like a cup at least, my lord?"

[ Okay with both gen and shippy things! ]

Despite his best attempt he couldn’t quite keep the flinch away that came at being called ‘Lord’. Ever since his failed attempt at ruling the Duat he couldn’t quite keep the gut reaction to the word away. Especially not since Osiris liked to use that particular failure against him. Never again would he try to replace the Lord of the Duat, he’d sooner end his own immortality.

“Anubis.” He corrected instantly, turning his gaze away from the other. The hand that didn’t hold the bottle of wine fell to his waist and tugged uselessly on the golden chains that hung there. Fidgeting with them, distracted himself from the awkwardness that was this conversation. At least he hadn’t called the mortal something terrible that would get him murdered on the spot if he made him cry.

“I’m—the God of Death for the Egyptian’s. Along with several other smaller titles.” They’d stick with the big one, no one wanted to know how he mummified bodies and weighed the hearts of the dead against feathers. According to Thoth that was not ‘normal conversation’ for anyone except him. Anubis didn’t even know what was considered normal then, if people didn’t find the fact he pulled human brains out their noses interesting.

A small huff of breath was let out and Anubis slid his gaze back to look at the other. There were many legends that sounded Ganymede, many passed through the different pantheons, until the truth was distorted. It reminded Anubis of the bets that went on about his true parentage. Over if his mother cheated or tricked Osiris, and then the worst of the rumors on if she assaulted him.

Honestly he didn’t particularly care, as long as they weren’t doing horrible things it was what it was. From what he currently saw, from the way the mortal looked, Ganymede was fine the way that he was. No eyes missing or torture marks to be seen, which as more than some Gods in their pantheon could say.

“I’m fine with the bottle.” He tucked it behind his back, as if that could make this entire conversation end. Dionysus had made this one specifically for him, and he didn’t need a cup when he intended to drink it until social situations no longer stressed him out. Anubis liked Dionysus, their shared love of wine was something he could actually talk about without feeling like he was unraveling at the seams. Dionysus realized this too, and tended to give Anubis a few different types of wine to try before pulling him into a real conversation.

Swallowing he turned his gaze away from the mortal once more, intending to escape this time. “I’m sorry I was rude, don’t mind me.”

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

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.)

• 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! ]

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

"I was wondering. Your presence feels similar to the Underworld gods I meet somewhat more regularly!"

Awkward. Ganymede wasn't used to thinking of any god as awkward, but that was the sense he got, never mind that initial flinch, which had been impossible to miss. Or maybe impossible only because Ganymede was very attentive when it came to divinities. It was usually safer that way, even if he had little to nothing to fear, with Zeus' hand and presence stretched out over and around him.

Still, he wasn't in the business of insulting deities, and choosing some sort of respectful address unless allowed otherwise was usually the easiest place to start. So while it was a little unusual to be given it so quickly, Ganymede only nodded at the correction.

"I wasn't looking where I was going either. I wasn't expecting anyone out here at this time," he offered with a little smile, deliberately 'misunderstanding' what Anubis might be apologizing for - another novelty, honestly. But he didn't want to look too closely at what Anubis might have been about to call him. Like this, he could pretend that had been the end of the sentence, and that way it was far more easy to be polite. "So I think I should apologize as well."

He paused, studying the foreign god. Wondered what he was doing out here, for even if the hallway was broad and well-lit, evening air wafting in from the windows, there was no one out here at all.

But then, Hades tended to leave these sort of things as soon as he could, whenever he did attend. Though transplanting Hades' avoidance on another Underworld god, just because one reminded him briefly of another, didn't seem quite right.

"I could give you directions, if you were looking to go somewhere in particular."

He wouldn't usually be so blunt about it, but the awkwardness and the leave to use Anubis' name drew out a bit more candidness out of Ganymede. The palace wasn't too terribly hard to navigate thanks to the central courtyard, but any other wing of it could be harder to find one's way through.

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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

Hades. One of the few people that he could actually spend prolonged amounts of time with and not feel the need to talk. It seemed like they had a mutual understanding of each other, and that was enough to keep the air between the both of them calm and quiet.

He has the distinct feeling that though the other knew what he was referring to he was avoiding it. Definitely for the best, he already felt quite horrible for nearly saying something he absolutely couldn’t take back. Though, given the rumors that went around, it was quite hard to think of it as anything else. Not that it was any of Anubis’ business what the mortal did here.

Once he went back home he wouldn’t need to think about them again either. Anubis wasn’t a Greek, what they did had no effect on him or the Egyptian’s. If they were actually kidnapped they didn’t seem to particularly care or be treated horrible, so it was what it was. Didn’t Hades kidnap his wife anyway?

The Greeks might want to reconsider how they form relationships, it was a bit of a worrying trend.

“I’m fine. I actually know my way around here fairly well.” Olympus hadn’t changed much since he was last here, though it did seem to have grown. Anubis spent the first bit of time here picking out the children of the Gods and Goddesses that he didn’t know, then looking for the people he was familiar with. He hadn’t seen Hades here, which was disappointing he had wanted to ask the other about Cerberus. Hades liked to exchange information regarding the Hellhound and Ammut, the Devourer of Hearts.

He shifted awkwardly in place and turned his gaze away from the human. “Did you… need something?” They had left too, that he was sure of. He’d seen Hera and Zeus up at the front of the room, talking with Ra and Hathor. But they were still there, enjoying the party, wasn’t it Ganymede’s job to accompany them? He couldn’t word that without being rude though so he absolutely wasn’t going to attempt to try.

[serein or gokotta?]

[ gokotta is perfect! i can totally start if you'd prefer, but would you like to keep it gen or go for a shipping direction? ]

[that sounds great! and I'm breezy; he'll just have to be a little younger for shippy stuff]

[ 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. ]

"Right, this isn't the first feast like this, is it?"

It was Ganymede's first, and he'd understood from that they didn't happen often. They didn't really need to, however, when everyone involved was immortal. It was still strange to realize that someone he hadn't ever seen before knew their way around well enough to not need any directions, for it wasn't like he hadn't been here for a good while now.

A long time, and yet no time at all. He preferred to think about that as little as possible.

"Only a bit of air," Ganymede said with an easy laugh, waving it off, after a surprised beat of being asked that question at all, wide-eyed and staring. Not that he didn't have people asking him if there was something he needed, with many different intents for said question, but they were few. He hadn't expected it to come from a virtual stranger. "I'm used to divine essences, certainly, but a room full of them like that does still weigh, after a while."

He hoped it wouldn't, one day, but when most of the deities in the feasting hall were unfamiliar ones, he had no hope of getting used to it. Not like he had - mostly - the Olympians.

"Fortunately I'm not needed all of the time, so I'm not going to be missed immediately."

otherwordly.

Sebastian Castellanos | The Evil Within

agnès louvain | oc

Kiyotaka Ishimaru | Dangan Ronpa

Alucard | Castlevania

dorothea arnault — fire emblem: three houses

margaery tyrell | got

madeleine gautier | original | ota

Ganymede | Greek mythology

Robert Muldoon | Jurassic Park | OTA

Parties + The God of Death = a bad time

They're all pretty awkward about such things, aren't they?

Josh Washington | Until Dawn | OTA

Actual disaster children here.

Dr. Yinsen || MCU || OTA

Kiryu Kazuma | Yakuza

cor leonis | ffxv | ota

william james moriarty | moriarty the patriot

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Steve Rogers || au

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