in other words.

[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

thijs visser | original

[getawaying]

[ info. ]

velleitie - (n.) a wish or powerful desire for something that nonetheless is not or cannot be followed by actions meant to pursue it.
karoshi - (n.) death from being overworked.
consenescere - (v.) to grow old and grey together; to stay too long in an occupation; or to decay, to lose respect, to fade.
uitwaaien - (v.) to take a break to clear one's head; lit. "to walk in the wind".
vorfreude - (n.) the joyful, intense anticipation that comes from imagining future pleasures.

bring your own -

uitwaaien

[nowheretowns]

[ The garage is underground which was a bit of a project to manage with the overall topography of Grund but naturally, with mafia money, things tend to get done. Even near-impossible things. Jean Louis is currently leaning against the hood of his Aston, legs crossed near the angles and a lit cigarette propped between his lips. The garage doors are open, though they'll be showing Thijs in from the other side, through the bottom level of the warehouse. Nothing much to see going through there, apart from old factory left-overs, mixed in with general storage but it's gritty in a way that off-sets the garage itself, the slick floors and the vehicles lined up, glittering in the overhead lights.

Jean Louis likes his contrasts. That's why he shrouds his luxury in rags, apart from the obvious reason of not wanting to flaunt his riches too obviously. He may be a high-ranked politician but he's not, as it were, supposed to be a fucking billionaire.

Or, you know, richer than that.

Smiling to himself, he waits for his guest, scrolling through messages in his inbox, checking and double-checking. Some important meetings later in the day, best stay alert to avoid getting fucked over by the Greens, for instance. Again. ]

[getawaying]

[ The hotel's got a restaurant, pretty nice, mirrored walls and a big brunch buffet that he'd kinda gone overboard in. When you've grown up in a home where you couldn't be sure there'd be dinner in the evening or a lunchbox going to school, you learn to eat when the food's put in front of you. He isn't even paying for it, after all. It's all on Jean Louis' coin - or card. Or whoever's paying for that.

Anyway, he was halfway through his second portion of pancakes when the guys in suits came for him, telling him to follow along, did he have his tools, be discreet now. Okay... He'd followed, got into the car (standard black Audi, tinted windows) and they'd driven him to a part of town he probably wouldn't have found on his own. He didn't even know Luxembourg had ghettos, thought that was an Amsterdam invention, right?

The house they drop him off at is... concrete. Concrete and columns and a lot of gray. They show him in through the ground level which looks like an old warehouse. Where the fuck is this? Then, there's a garage and that's... something else, okay, that's... wow. Slick and screaming money and there's three fucking MCs in here, as well as three cars of which one is... Shit. You gotta be kidding him. An Aston Martin One-77. He just stares, kinda belatedly noticing the man leaning against it, smoking.

Jean Louis. Thijs would be able to pick out that profile anywhere now. The bodyguard types halt near the door, wait. Thijs steps forward slowly, hesitantly, nodding towards the car, though it might look like he's indicating Jean Louis as whole. ]

You're actually gonna let me touch that?

[nowheretowns]

[ He waves off the bodyguards with a quick flick of his wrist, the cigarette glinting between his fingers. They leave the garage through the front, moving to guard the perimeter beyond, one of them halting right outside the open doors. It's not that Jean Louis is particularly paranoid or worried about his chances, with regards to Thijs - just look at him now, all gaping and hesitant, wondering whether he'll even get to touch that, meaning... what? The car? The man?

Both?

Jean Louis smiles at him. It's a friendly expression, though there's something a little bit rehearsed about it. Most people take it for granted these days, that he's not actually all that nice - that he'll pretend because it makes the system run more smoothly, that they'll respond in kind for the same reason. It's some twisted version of altruism, basically, scaffolded by the expectations of tax returns, of luxury and liberal happiness; the world of politics is a funny business but if nothing else, it's all quite predictable. ]

The radio's playing tricks. Can't seem to get any signal.

[ He hits the ignition key and the door opens on the driver's side. Then, he gives Thijs a very, very blatant look-over. Mm. Even better in 3D. ]

[getawaying]

[ Thijs is trying to... you know, get him, Jean Louis, get a grasp of what kinda man he is, but it's a bit like staring at a void, you see the edges and you see the fall, but you've got no idea how deep it's gonna be. A frown as he looks from the car whose door opens (so smooth, fuck, it's delicious) to the man, hitting the ignition key and telling him the radio's not working. Common Aston problem, though, you'd think in a car costing 1.5 million pounds? They should've weeded that shit out.

The man's even nicer than the car. That's really all he's thinking. Weirdly enough, he feels guilty about it. Thinking about the night prior, he feels kinda bad. Maybe it's because all this mechanic stuff's making him remember that, oh yeah, he's got Marcel back home.

Not that Marcel's ever... stopped him before, right? Then again, he's never... with another guy. ]

You got me here to look at your radio? [ Especially not a guy giving him a blatant elevator look as he moves over to the open car door, leaning in over the seat to look the dashboard over, fingering the radio a bit, turning it on and getting an ugly bout of white noise for his trouble. Definitely no signal. Twisting halfway out of the car to look at Jean Louis, expression open, both eyebrows raised, ass sticking out the way he's bent over, he licks his lips. ] I'm guessing I either need to upgrade the sound system from scratch or I need to play around with your antenna amplifiers.

[ And... why the fuck does everything have to sound like innuendo? God. ]

rhaenys martell targaryen | asoiaf/got | ota

[kelitsos]

1. oniochalasia
2. querencia
3. gotong-royong
4. redamancy

or bring your own!

Boba Fett | Star Wars

[ramikadyc]

1. Druxy
2. Oneirataxia
3. Arcadian
4. Advesperascit
5. Or bring your own!

wylie hargrave ( original )

[fretful]

[ schwellenangst | yuputka | capernoited | fernweh ]

[ ooc; info. ]

fernweh

[eagleswept]

[If you prefer brackets, just use those and I'll switch! I hope this works. :) Ganymede is only human, but I imagine the immortality/eternal youth might still ping Wylie's awareness?]

Sometimes, if only very rarely, Ganymede was struck by the desire to explore. Usually Greece, with the surrounding countries, or Turkey and his own natal coast if he was feeling particularly nostalgic would do. There were times that wasn't enough, and he got Hermes to drop him off somewhere for a couple days of hiking, not having to plan much less he felt like it, and having no need to figure how he would get back home.

Still, for all those urges to wander out under the sky and sun, he wasn't very fond of camping, so that did usually necessitate finding somewhere to stay. The lobby was empty aside from the man behind the desk, and Ganymede smiled, easy and bright, as he swung the backpack off his shoulders.

"I was directed up here from the town, so I hope you have at least one room available for a day or two." Normally, he wouldn't even intend to stay, a night being enough, but the surroundings had been beautiful on the walk here, practically inviting for at least a little wandering, and that was what he was here for, wasn't it? Particularly since he hadn't exactly ever spent much time in this part of the world through the years.

[fukuchoukoshou]

natsukashii | finifugal | mutterseelenallein | cosmogyral | your pick!

mary mason | american mary

[modificatio]

i. 𝐩𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐧𝐭 - (adj.) engagingly provacative
ii. 𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲 - (n.) something twisting and turning; something mazelike and confusing
iii. 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐧𝐚 - (n.) a blank space, a missing part
iv. 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 - (adj.) cold and aloof; reminiscent of a marble statue
v. bring your own

Ganymede | Greek mythology

[eagleswept]

strikhedonia | gumusservi | accismus | duende | or your own!

Jing Beiyuan | Qi Ye (Lord Seventh) / Word of Honor

[jingqi]

buganjimo || anagapesis || liripoop || nunchi || wildcard...

The Master | Doctor Who | OTA

[badsprinter]

-strikhedonia: the pleasure of being able to say, 'to hell with it'

-gumusservi: moonlight shining on water

-druxy: something whole on the outside, but rotten on the inside; of timber, having decay in the heartwood

-one of your own?

Spock | Star Trek

[afertor]

i. sobremesa — the time sent around the table after lunch or dinner, talking to the people you shared the meal with; time to digest and savor both food and friendship
ii. brumous — of grey skies and winter days; filled with heavy cloud or fog; relating to winter or cold, sunless weather
iii. naufragio — lit. "shipwreck"; colloquially, a lousy party
iv. gotong-royong — the joint sharing of burdens; the bearing of the weight of the world together with trusted friends
v. byop!

Diana Prince | DCEU/ZSJL | ota

[hiketeia]

1. Antephialtic; something that protects against nightmares
2. Meraki; the soul, creativity, or love put into something; the essence of yourself that is put into your work
3. Advesperascit; the approaching dark; the evening draws near
4. Élan; distinctive and stylish elegance; impulsive, confident ardor
5. your pick

Molly Hooper | BBC Sherlock | OTA

[wealldosillythings]

0. YOUR CHOICE!

1. Flagitious - marked by scandal or shameful vice

2. Opia - the ambiguous intensity from looking someone in the eye (simultaneously invasive and vulnerable)

3. Pluviophile - lover of rain; someone who finds joy/peace in rainy days

4. Hanker sore - finding a person so attractive it actually kinda pisses you off.

5.

will graham ; hannibal — ota.

[isola]

{ info + prefs. }

i. Querencia (n.) — a place from which one’s strength is drawn, where one feels at home; the place where you are your most authentic self.
ii. Aleatory (adj.) — relying on chance or an uncontrolled element in the details of life or in the creation of art.
iii. 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”.
iv. Koyaanisqatsi (n.) — nature out of balance; a way of life so unbalanced that you need a new way.
v. wildcard.

Daenerys Targaryen | ASOIAF/ GOT

[butwearenotmen]

rasasvada | incalescent

[song_of_ice]

[ooc: Quick question. AU or set in canon?]

[butwearenotmen]

ooc: name your flavor. whatever you want!

[song_of_ice]

[Dragonstone was severe in much of the same ways that Winterfell was, both carrying a sense of strange magic and history within its walls. When he first arrived, Jon never anticipated anything resembling warmth. Perhaps it was something he'd grown used to during his time at the Wall. Even south, there would be cold and emptiness. While he didn't think Daenerys would be outright cruel, he didn't imagine the warmth that he found in her. A beacon of moonlight dusted over his wilderness, guiding and gentle.

He slept far better next to her than he ever did with Ygritte or alone. The night passed without horrific memories or pain, a deep sleep that was much needed for his over exerted body and mind. A lover had a way of offering that, so long as they were closely tuned to your soul and heart, as Daenerys seemed meant to be.

He stirred, missing the heat of her skin next to him. When he sat up, he could see her on the balcony, watching the waves roll in. A lone figure of silver and white, something out of a story or song, but not one he could name easily. He went to her side, wrapping his arms about her waist as he drew her closer to him.]

What are you thinking of?

sapha | original | ota

[scandalousity]

[ some info in journal, still under construction, feel free to ask if you have questions. if none of these work, you're more than welcome to bring your own words. i'd be happy to write the starter, if needed. f/f for shipping, but gen's much loved. love other fantasy muses, canon or original. ]

scripturient: (adj.) having a consuming passion to write
hypnerotomachia: (n.) the struggle for love in a dream
orphic: (adj.) mysterious and entrancing; beyond ordinary understanding
nepenthe: (n.) something that can make you forget grief or suffering
agelast: (n.) someone who never laughs

marie-claude barrault | original

[barrault]

[ info in journal. f/m for shipping, gen more than welcome. ]

logolepsy (n.) an obsession with words
quisling (n.) traitor; someone who has lost your confidence
encomium (n.) warm, glowing praise
quidnunc (n.) a person who interferes in others' affairs
feuillemort (n.) the color of a dying leaf

or bring your own!

Bai Qian | Eternal Love | M/F for shipping, otherwise OTA

[white_foxing]

Nefelibata
Derive
Redamancy
Sillage
Mizpah
Litost
Saudade - Deep soul-rending sadness, flavored with longing and melancholy.