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firgun (n.) the act of sharing in or contributing to someone else's pleasure or fortune, with a purely generous heart and without jealousy; or of sharing credit fairly.

meraki (n.) the soul, creativity, or love put into something; the essence of yourself that is put into your work.

kairos (n.) the perfect, delicate, crucial moment; the fleeting rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action, words, or movement; also, weather.

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

serein (n.) the fine, light rain that falls from a clear sky at sunset or in the early hours of the night; evening serenity.

or bring your own!

encomium | insapory | akrasia | or your own!

[ 1. abditory; 2. nullibicity; 3. koyaanisqatsi; 4. akrasia; 5. bring your own word. ]

[ brumous | hiraeth | selcouth | lapidary | mono no aware ]

nubivagant | brumous | mudita | meliorism | or your own!

nazlanmak | vorfreude | gökotta | scintilla | or one of your own choice.

( novaturient | eutony | foudroyant )

selcouth: (adj.) unfamiliar, rare, strange, and yet marvelous.
scripturient: (adj.) having a consuming passion to write.
obelize: (v.) to decry as false, corrupt, or doubtful, especially of writing by marking with an obelus.
temerate: (v.) to break a bond or binding promise.
whelve: (v.) to bury something deep; to hide.

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

palinoia - (n.) the obsessive repetition of an act until it is perfect or mastered.

아쉬움 - (n.) the mingled feeling of disappointment, frustration, and regret that results from an unsatisfactory situation.
pronunciation | ‘osh-Eoom (ASH-i-oom)

Edited 2021-10-27 22:26 (UTC)

[Open to canon and crosscanon and assumed CR and yadda yadda, if you can't tell from the words I'm leaning shitpost in terms of threads. If you want me to start? Let me know.

1. the emotional relief gained from using abusive or profane language
2. something lovely discovered by chance; a windfall
3. when inanimate objects seem to demonstrate spiteful or hostile behavior towards humans
4. prompt me?
]

peripeteia - a sudden or unexpected reversal of circumstances; the point of no return
novaturient - desiring or seeking powerful change in one's life, behavior, or situation
sehnsucht - "the inconsolable longing in the human heart for we know not what"; a yearning for a far, familiar, non-earthly land one can identify as one's home
dirl - to thrill, to vibrate, to penetrate; to tremble of quiver

[ voicetesting! ]

logomachy (n.) — an argument over words

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

marmoreal (adj.) — cold and aloof; reminiscent of a marble statue

( basic info )

i. scripturient (adj.) having a consuming passion to write
ii. casuistry (n.) deceptive or excessively subtle reasoning
iii. advesperascit (v.) the approaching dark; the evening draws near
iv. cicatrize (v.) to find healing by the process of forming scars
v. ( BRING YOUR OWN! )

[ Cross-canon, AUs etc. all welcome. He can work in pretty much any time/setting provided there's space for some advanced androids/constructs hanging around pretending to be human. ]

1. eccedentesiast (n.) someone who only pretends to smile.

2. quidnunc (n.) a person who interferes in others' affairs.

3. Schwellenangst (n.) fear of embarking on something new; fear of crossing a threshold.

4. hiraeth (n.) a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return.

5. Choose your own!

[1 - resistentialism: when inanimate objects seem to demonstrate spiteful or hostile behavior towards humans
2 - agastopia: admiration of someone's body
3 - desenrascanco: the improvisation of haphazard but completely sound solutions or plans at the last minute
4 - logastellus: a person whose love of words is greater than their knowledge of words]

[ It's become a routine.

A few weeks ago, Gentaro had finally put his foot down. From the moment they'd met, Gentaro hadn't been comfortable with Dice's not having an actual place to stay. Liar though he is, Gentaro is honest about a few things--that he would move heaven and earth for the people he's fond of; that if there's something he can possibly do to help those few people, he will do it; that underneath his armor of facades and falsities, Gentaro's heart is terribly soft.

There's no one who coaxes that side to the surface like Dice. Dice, who's earnest and enthusiastic in all he does. Dice, who's honest and unafraid of being honest. Dice, whose smile is as bright and warm as the sun. Gentaro's never been a fan of the cold, and being with Dice chases that away. Little surprise to him that one day, he gives Dice a handful of things: a key to his home and a hook for his coat. A futon in the corner. A light on at night for when he's out too late gambling. A fully stocked fridge full of the things Dice likes to eat, because Gentaro pays attention when it comes to the people he cares about.

He gives Dice a home, a place to stay and sleep and wake up in.

So--the routine. Dice often sleeps in far later than Gentaro. After all, Gentaro is an early riser. He makes coffee--just enough for himself, and sets the machine to make a cup for when Dice wakes up, because he has a talent for predicting when Dice will awaken. He cooks breakfast for himself, sets aside a plate for Dice to heat up. He takes his seat at his desk and writes, blanket around his shoulders, hair just barely tamed. And when Dice wakes, he seems content to watch Gentaro write, to watch him weave stories with his expansive, endless trove of words and images.

Dice is a distraction, more often than not, but he's also provided Gentaro with plenty of inspiration. He allows Dice to be beautiful and distracting, splayed across the futon--

(Gentaro's begun thinking that perhaps next to him, in a comfortable bed, would be better.)

--the slope of his neck on full display. Like this, Gentaro can admire him without worrying that Dice will catch him in the act and demand, in his own way, why he keeps staring. Because if he did, Gentaro thinks that maybe he'd have no choice but to be honest.

Today, though, the routine is... well. Gentaro has a deadline looming, and he's been quieter than usual. He carries his tension in his shoulders and neck, so it's painful if he moves just wrong. Gentaro is more distracted by Dice, how his shirt rides up and shows off those unfairly defined abs. Really, he's so distracted that he doesn't notice that he's staring for far too long, long enough that he risks Dice waking and catching him. ]

Edited 2021-10-29 20:20 (UTC)

[The routine is weird, for Dice, not because it's too much or too personal, but because... well, someone caring for him on his own terms, someone liking him for who he is and expecting nothing, is so utterly refreshing as to be confusing. When he thinks about it, it's because he likes Gentaro so much that he doesn't raise any questions as to why he's being so nice, why he's always thinking of Dice. Why he gave him a home. He's not looking away or turning it down, though. This is... oddly perfect. Some kind of strange belonging that Dice never thought belonged to him.

He sleeps in late, but sometimes when the sun gets higher and Gentaro's awfully engrossed in his writing, Dice pretends to be asleep just to listen to him. Whether it's the click-clack of keys on a laptop or the subtle, almost irritating scratch of pen on paper, it's music to Dice's ears. That was one of the first things he learned, one of the first mornings he was here. If he pretends to be asleep, if he stays out of Gentaro's way, he gets to enjoy the man as he naturally is, as he is when he's deep in his own process, his own world. It's a world Dice glimpses in his rhymes, even when he can't understand some of it completely. God knows he's tried to pick up Gentaro's books and only gotten a few pages in before he gave up over some kanji or metaphor.

He tried. He failed. But he loves Gentaro's words nonetheless, and as it turns out, he loves the process of him composing those words into stories just as much. Maybe more.

So, unfortunately for Gentaro, he's awake this time, listening with his eyes peacefully closed for the click-clack or whatever that indicates Gentaro is happily or at least busily building worlds.

When it doesn't come, though, he finally peeks one eye open, just a little, just enough to see a hazy image of his frustrated-looking benefactor staring right at him. He watches him blearily for a moment, then lets both eyes gently open to stare right back at Gentaro.

Whose eyes are... not on his face. Huh.]

...'morning.

Edited 2021-10-29 20:46 (UTC)

[ Ah.

Caught red-handed.

Gentaro clears his throat and looks away just a moment too late. He's caught, and he knows it, but he's going to pretend like he doesn't know it. He shifts his gaze away from Dice, even as much as he wants to keep looking. Gentaro's fingers type away at his keyboard, almost like he had never stopped in the first place. ]

Good morning, Dice. [ His voice is even and steady, which he's grateful for. ] There's coffee and breakfast for you.

[Dice wonders (for once, and once only) if he's an idiot, because the second he hears his name coming from Gentaro, he breaks into a bright grin and feels totally awake. What is he, some kinda lapdog? Weird.

Oh well.

He sits up and stretches indulgently, his arms, his torso, his neck... Then, still grinning, he looks over to Gentaro again. He's about to hop up to take advantage of that breakfast when he notes how hunched over Gentaro is. So he wasn't imagining that?

Well, fine. He's a good houseguest. He'll do something about that. He gets to his feet with ease and stretches one last time before heading toward the kitchen.]

Thanks!

[Toward the kitchen, yes, but Gentaro is on the way there. So Dice slides in behind him and grips Gentaro's shoulders, thumbs testing the tension in his neck even through the blanket.]

Whoa! You okay?

[He's pulling the blanket down a bit before Gentaro can even answer, kneading roughly, inexpertly at his tense muscles.]

Man, did you turn into a rock while I was sleepin' or what?

Of course.

[ It's the automatic response, and Gentaro turns back to his computer, but-- Oh. Dice is suddenly behind him, very close, and he's touching him. Embarrassingly, Gentaro feels sparks where Dice touches him. They've always been touchy, but this is something else. For a moment, he can't speak, because even if Dice isn't the most experienced at this sort of thing...

He groans softly, eyes sliding shut. Gentaro bows his head, then has the foresight to at least push his computer back so he doesn't fall face-first onto it. ]

A deadline, [ he finally manages. ] Nothing too dramatic, but unavoidable and stressful all the same.

[The sound is... different. But he's so busy being delighted by being able to help Gentaro that he shoves the fact that he liked the sound, weirdly, out of his mind.]

Deadlines! 's why I can't get behind havin' a job. Everybody's just makin' money offa pushin' you!

[He grins, jostling Gentaro gently.]

Take a break!

Truly, it is my curse.

[ Gentaro, somehow, actually considers taking a break. He lifts his head, then glances back at Dice, studying him for a moment. What he decides to do is save what meager work he's done, shut his laptop down, and close the lid. ]

Hmmm. I suppose if you're intent on twisting my arm, I have no choice.

[ As long as Dice keeps touching him and kneads at his shoulders-- but he doesn't say that. ]

I'm not gonna let you work yourself to the bone! 'd be a shitty friend if I did.

[He leans down, kind of heedless of how much trouble his actions are going to get him into, and settles his chin ever so briefly on top of Gentaro's head. He rolls his own shoulders to loosen them up, then starts lightly, rhythmically pounding on Gentaro's shoulders with closed fists.]

C'mon, loosen up already...

elio perlman | call me by your name / find me | ota

gaara | naruto

catra | she-ra

Ryoko Shinonome | 13 Sentinels: Aegis Rim

Ganymede | Greek mythology

Paris | Greek mythology

vivienne ► dragon age

Rezo | Slayers

Jessica Whitly - Prodigal Son - OTA

Kate Cordello - Original - OTA

Nian | Arknights

mobius | mcu

Suzuka Gozen | Fate/ | OTA

Paul Atreides | Dune 2021

nam sun-mi | original character

Erek King/Erek the Chee | Animorphs | OTA

Dice Arisugawa | Hypnosis Microphone | OTA

it became 2 with a little bit of 4

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