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meliorism (n.) the belief that the world gets better; the belief that humans can improve the world.
lacuna (n.) a blank space, a missing part.
quisling (n.) traitor; someone who has lost your confidence.
orotund (adj.) speaking or singing with fullness, strength, and clarity of sound or voice.

wildcard. Bring your own!

1. filipendulous - hanging by a thread
2. froward - habitually rebellious
3. lacuna - a blank space, a missing part
4. anfractuosity - something twisting and turning; something mazelike and confusing
5. apotheosis - the perfect example; elevation to divine status
6. wifty - eccentric or eccentrically silly; dizzy
7. wildcard - pick your own word or hit random on that bad boy until you get something funkier. or until you get the butt one. i got the butt one twice.

[18+ if any of these bring about shipping/smut scenarios.]

1 natsukashii (adj.) of some small thing that brings you suddenly, joyously back to fond memories, not with a wistful longing for what’s past, but with an appreciation of the good times.

2 resfeber (n.) the restless race of the traveler’s heart before the journey begins, when anxiety and anticipation are tangled together; a ‘travel fever’ that can manifest as an illness.

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

4. concupiscence (n.) any yearning of the soul for good.

5. Wildcard, bring your own!

a.) cicatrize; to find healing by the process of forming scars.
b.) gotong-royong; the joint sharing of burdens, the bearing the weight of the world together with trusted friends.
c.) sankofa; "go back and fetch it," we must look back to the past so that we may understand how we became what we are, and move forward to a better future.
d.) kilig; the rush or the inexplicable joy one feels after seeing something or experiencing something romantic.
e.) strikhedonia; the pleasure of being able to say "to hell with it."
X.) bring your own!

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1. Nullicibility (n.) the situation when something doesn't exist, or can't be found anywhere.

2. Morosis (n.) the stupidest of stupidities.

3. Filipendulous (adj.) hanging by a thread.

4. Whelve (v.) to bury something deep; to hide.

5. L'appel du vide (n.) the unexplainable desire to jump when on the edge of a cliff.

[ Character info. ]

01. smultronställe: lit. "place of wild strawberries"; a special place discovered, treasured, returned to for solace and relaxation; a personal idyll free from stress or sadness
02. fuubutsushi: the things--feelings, scents, images--that evoke memories or anticipation of a particular season
03. orenda: a mystical force present in all people that empowers them to affect the world, or to effect change in their own lives
04. kintsukuroi: "to repair with gold"; the art of repairing pottery with gold or silver lacquer and understanding that the piece is more beautiful for being broken
05. déplaysement: when someone is taken out of their own familiar world into a new one
06. mellifluous: a sound that is sweet and smooth, pleasing to hear

or bring your own!

( 1 ) ALAMORT ( adj. ) : half dead of exhaustion.
( 2 ) AUBADE ( n. ) : a love song sung at dawn.
( 3 ) ALETHIOLOGY ( n. ) : the study of truth.
( 4 ) STRIKHEDONIA ( n. ) : the pleasure of being able to say "to hell with it".
( 5 ) send your own.

1. quondam: (adj.) belonging to some time long past; once, but no longer
2. antephialtic: (n.) something that protects against nightmares
3. marcid: (adj.) withered; incredibly exhausted
4. anfactuousity: something twisting and turning; something mazelike and confusing
5. inselberg: (n.) an isolated mountain

Retrouvaille: The joy of meeting or finding someone again after a long separation; rediscovery.

Abyssopelagic: Like or pertaining to the depths of the sea.

Whelve: To bury something deep; to hide.

Capernoited: Peevish; tipsy or slightly intoxicated.

[ while crossing the ocean by ship was the norm for most people, it wasn't for sabo. not exactly, anyway. he has spent a lot of his life on a ship—several ships—but in more recent years he has taken to flight as his main mode of transportation. unfortunately it isn't always possible for one reason or another. mainly due to his plans never ending up going the way that they're supposed to. (see the current example: sabo sabotaging his own plans by going off the rails and missing the planned getaway boat he was supposed to board.) but he has never seen it as an entirely bad thing. he often met the most interesting people during his travels this way.

...if they were willing to talk to him anyway. or, more commonly, if he was in a situation where being seen wasn't going to compromise him. fortunately, for this circumstance, the latter was true. neither his face or his reputation should be known in the area that he was sailing, which meant that he was able to mingle among the other passengers. nothing too disruptive, of course. just some pleasantries here and there. benign conversations that amounted to nothing personal or investment. fluff.

and when the small family with young children that he had been idly chatting to had to excuse themselves as one of their children started to be fussy due to being tired, sabo took to his time finding another person. he wandered some more on the ship before arriving in the galley where he got a drink and sat himself down at the far end of one of the tables. sabo minded his own business saying nothing and just people watched, but when he was about halfway through his drink, he spoke to the person nearest to him. ]

What do you think our odds are for not running into any bad weather? It's a pretty long trip.

[As it turns out, the old saying is true: you meet the most interesting people on travels far away from home. The chances Kaeya has had to travel have been few and far between, and that was largely by design. His "destiny" lies beyond the borders of his small and idyllic city, and where some feel the call of fate as a whimsical whisper on the wind, Kaeya likens the call of his to a siren song.

Why, then, has he taken to the seas? It isn't in search of freedom or resignation to his fate, but something much simpler. Curiosity, one might call it. Foolishness wrapped up in a neat little bow. To test the limits of how far he can wander before fate entombs him is something Kaeya has long wanted to test, but it took an act of impulse to board a ship bound for lands he's only heard of in books. How else will he stand a chance at escaping?

Still, he's nervous, dreadfully so, not that an ounce of that fear makes a dent in Kaeya's easy grin. He allays his nerves as he always has, a pint of cheap liquor (less than ideal) in one hand and a pleasant conversation to soothe what alcohol can't.

Sabo's question is met with a smile, pleasant as anything. The cheerful lilt of Kaeya's voice betrays none of the anxiety swirling about his mind.]

The better question is what our odds are of weathering whatever storms may come our way. Are you a strong swimmer, stranger?

[ now, isn't that an answer that he wasn't expecting to get? especially considering how it's not even an answer in the first place. but it says a lot about the person who is speaking to. ]

You don't think that the ship will make it?

[ the rather innocent question that he gets in return in place of an answer leaves sabo wondering how best to word it. he couldn't just share with this stranger that he could swim but was no longer able to in exchange for having powers. it's not as though the abilities granted to those who have eaten a devil fruit were taboo to talk about; it's more that it's a question that could potentially set him up.

however, even though the truth of his stalling was due to trying to find the best lie to tell, sabo's eventual response (hopefully) comes across as embarrassed with a self-depreciating laugh following afterwards. the answer was truthful; no one could say that sabo told a a lie. it just lacks a number of important key points. ]

I'd say that I'm a strong swimmer conceptually given how I know the way my arms and legs should move, but in practice I'm more like a hammer. It's kind of embarrassing.

[ not wanting to let that linger too long, sabo takes a sip of his drink and replaces his embarrassment with a smile and a purposefully obvious redirection. ]

How about yourself? Are you looking for company in the poor swimmer's club?

[Kaeya simply laughs— how much faith should he be putting in this ship? Perhaps his own bad luck is enough to moor it on a rocky outcropping and damn them all, but maybe that's just his ego speaking. Surely he isn't an ill omen for the ship at large... but time will tell, he supposes.

He really shouldn't be here. Kaeya can't help but feel like this man knows it too, and yet he knows his nerves are to blame for this anxious feeling deep in his gut. Ignore it. Endure it. Everything is fine.]

Conceptually, hm? What an interesting answer!

[And it's not like Kaeya is calling Sabo out! ...But he is, kinda sorta. Curious. What he takes from Sabo's answer is that this "friendship" of theirs will sink along with the ship. After all, you can't teach a hammer how to swim.

All the same, Kaeya's words are prefaced with an amicable chuckle, taking a sip from his glass. If nothing else, he's thankful the liquor on this ship is as strong as it comes.]

Haha! Who knows? [Tit for tat, motherfucker. He can give dubious answers too. Still... he'll throw Sabo a bone.] I've the means to survive a sinking ship. I've done it once or twice in the past, you see... but if you're searching for salvation, you may want to keep looking.

[#heykaeyawhatthefuckdoesthatmean]

[ #whyareyoulikethiskaeya ]

It's the truth; a rather unflattering truth.

[ sabo repeats while laughing at his own misfortune and is far more interested in having that be the last thing that he will have to clarify about that. after all, while sabo's plenty certain that there aren't ears who might be interested in this weakness of his, there shouldn't be any kind of fanfare around it. not to mention, the answer he gets is far more interesting than someone's inability to swim.

this is twice now that sabo's gotten a response that's a bit different than what he had become accustomed to. ]

However, I wonder if it's me who should worry about needing salvation now. What does it say about someone's luck to have experienced a sinking ship twice? [ and before kaeya can have a moment to consider if sabo's saying this as some sort of polite way of insulting him or other passive-aggressive remark, he'll raise his pint up into the air as to toast kaeya. the smile on his face bright and eyes earnest. ] I consider myself lucky to have survived one. Clearly someone favors you.

[ and with that he'll take a drink. kaeya's welcomed to join him or not. it won't matter too much for sabo in the end (but he most likely will, let's be honest with ourselves). ]

[What had Kaeya expected Sabo's answer to be? Confusion, bafflement, or simply nothing at all. Most people write off such statements as a side effect of Kaeya's eccentricity and nothing more, but this man is sharper than most, isn't he? Yes, that's Kaeya's takeaway here, nursing another sip from his glass before perching his chin on his palm and leaning closer.]

You think so? I wonder! If you ask me, it's simply dumb luck that I remain among the living.

[And he does have to wonder why, but he won't trouble Sabo with his navel gazing. He won't trouble anyone with it. Kaeya is more inclined to drown out those worries with alcohol, but with an awareness that this man isn't as dull as the other men on this boat, he's pacing himself. No need to run the risk of Sabo calling him out for drinking like it's going out of style.]

But I'm speaking purely in metaphor. You've experienced the real thing, hm...? [Kaeya meets his toast with an effortless smile, clinking their glasses together.] What a harrowing experience!

Dumb luck is still luck, isn't it? [ sabo's reply comes easily enough as he pulls back his glass once they've finished their toast. the carefree smile that remains on his face even as he takes a drink speaking to much of his feelings about the subject matter. ] Some people are just unfortunately stuck with just being dumb.

[ and sabo doesn't make a remark about how it had been a metaphor and simply makes a mental note of it. he does consider whether or not he should entertain kaeya with more details about his "harrowing" experience, but the answer is easy enough. it would be a shame if the conversation was cut short due to sabo's more typical reservations. ]

As for my experience, fortunately I don't remember too much of what happened. I was very young when it occurred so I only have memories of things here and there.

[ ...some of which was the truth at one point in sabo's life. ]

Mm... Such a vague answer! Still, if that's the truth of it, I can't blame you for your lackluster story.

[Is Kaeya ribbing him? Yes, and he's ribbing him just a little harder than he would most, but this is a man he's unlikely to see again. He can afford to press when the risk of consequence is so minimal, tipping back in his seat to rudely kick his feet up onto the table, one leg crossed over the other. Kaeya would never do such a thing back home, but it's worth seeing what buttons he can push while he's been afforded the opportunity to do just that.]

You must remember some of the details. Why bring it up if there isn't an equally interesting story tied to the experience?

[ now here's a bait if sabo's ever seen one before. coupled with an all too obvious attention seeking display to boot (quite literally). it has sabo laughing momentarily into his drink as he considers the options. obviously, one of them involved him saying nothing but that would be no fun. ]

I wouldn't consider it an interesting story myself but—

[ "traumatic" is a word that could fit in the space that sabo leaves, but he doesn't end up saying it. instead he takes the opportunity to use the hesitation to make the final decision. lie or tell the truth. ]

Some of the memories that I have are of exploding ship planks going up in flames, the smell of smoke around me, and a desire to see someone again.

[ is this what kaeya wanted? sabo makes sure to not sound too dramatic or make a big deal of what he ended up sharing. the last thing that he wanted was to start souring the mood that they were creating. most of all, it wasn't as though these memories were overly sharing anything too important to him.

well, perhaps the last one but that could remain being a vague detail. ]

[Ah! So Sabo is going to make him regret asking. Very good. It says something about Kaeya that his smile doesn't budge one inch during the whole of the man's explanation, doesn't it?]

Oh dear... What a traumatic experience. Perhaps it's for the best that you don't recount the finer details.

[Unless he does, but Kaeya's heard enough. The way Sabo has chosen to answer says more than the answer itself, which is exactly what Kaeya was hoping for.]

Still, you hold yourself quite well for a man who has endured such tragedy... rather, you haven't reached the point of drinking like a fish to quell your woes. How many glasses deep are you, hm? I could go for another myself.

[He's not saying he'd like to pry more info out of Sabo with alcohol, buuut he also isn't saying he wouldn't? Color Kaeya curious. There are worse people to catch the attention of, probably.]

Let's say that I've redirected my feelings of what happened to me into something more productive. Better that way for everyone. However, I'm not the kind of person who dwells on past regrets for too long.

[ the latter claim is nothing but an outrageous lie. his partner would have plenty of words and examples of the exact opposite, but she is not here. (thankfully.) but on the hopes that with the way that sabo so casually and confidently carries himself it might be easy to believe that what he says is the truth.

and before he entertains kaeya's "subtle" invitation to have a(nother) drink (with a possible ulterior motive attached), he'll take a moment to down the rest of it. there was about half of the glass was left; so, nothing impressive for anyone who has some experience drinking. obviously he didn't have to do that but there was also no harm in it either. sabo might not party like a pirate but he still occasionally mingled with them. ]

Three now. [ then with a smirk, he'll add: ] Does this mean that you're offering to pay for the next one?

1. scripturient (adj.) having a consuming passion to write.
2. nedovtipa (n.) someone who cannot take a hint.
3. lapidary (adj.) having elegance, precision, or refinement suggestive of gem cutting
4. kilig (n.) the rush or the inexplicable joy one feels after seeing or experiecing something romantic
5. exsibilation (n.) sneering and hissing disapprovingly until someone leaves the stage
6. silvicultrix (adj.) living in the forest

1. marcid: (adj.) withered; incredibly exhausted
2. athazagoraphobia: (n.) the fear of forgetting, being forgotten or ignored, or being replaced
3. gumusservi: (n.) moonlight shining on water
4. defenestrate: (v.) to throw someone or something out of a window (heh)
5. kakorrhaphiophobia: (n.) the fear of failure

[ info + permissions in journal. think modern reimagining of othello. ]

alharaca. (n.) an extraordinary or violent emotional reaction to a small issue.
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.
naufragio. (n.) lit. 'shipwreck'; colloquially, a lousy party.
offing. (n.) the deep, distant stretch of the ocean that is still visible from the land; the foreseeable future.

wildcard. Bring your own.

heliophilia | deliquio | resistentialism | or bring your own!

Naufragous
Toska
Uxorious
Chatoyant
-Or a word of your own choice

[ info. quick rundown: legislator/adviser to the Sacred Council and the Senate of his country, inspired by Ancient Greece/Rome. manipulative and controlling at his worst, charming and charismatic at his best. talks a lot of bullshit, but makes it sound good. infamous for his orgies. chaotic neutral. assumed cr, canon mashing and multiversal shit is go. m/m for shipping, wide ota for the rest. ]

sophrosyne, vade mecum, taarradhin.

wildcard — Bring your own!

1. orphic (adj.) - mysterious and entrancing; beyond ordinary understanding
2. fika (v.) - drinking coffee along with eating something sweet
3. mamihlapinatapai (n.) - a look shared by two people, each wishing that the other would initiate something they both desire but which neither wants to begin
4. piquant (adj.) - engagingly provocative

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otherwordly.

liuja | original | ota

Toki Wartooth | Metalocalypse | ota

Cal Kestis | Star Wars | OTA

roland crane | ni no kuni 2 | ota

Maedhros | the silmarillion | ota

Hibiki Fujiwara | Original | OTA

vash ( trigun stampede )

bruce wayne | dc

Coda | Changeling: the Lost OC

sabo ( one piece ) ota

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aedan trevelyan | dragon age inquisition | ota

Althea Brooks | OC

emilia martínez — original — ota

Solarion Amenetheur | original

Paris | Greek mythology

sarica — fantasy oc — ota

emily madsen | original character