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Pathologic Kink Meme!
Hello, welcome to the Pathologic Kink Meme! WARNING: This one is NSFW!
Please make anonymous prompts for things you would like to see, or anonymously fulfill prompts by creating stories, poetry, drawn art, music, or anything! I just want to say that this prompt meme is open to people of all skill levels, so have fun!
Some basic rules that were recommended to help out before we get started:
- This is the Pathologic Kink Meme, and it's NSFW! Please post any NSFW prompts or fills here. A good rule of thumb is whether or not you'd be comfortable with your boss at work looking over your shoulder and reading what you have on screen.
- If anything is a little too explicit in detail (e.g. in terms of medical procedures or gore), it probably needs to be here as well. Basic mentioning of medical procedures is allowed, but this is just in case for folks who have limits in regard to certain explicit things. Speaking of explicit things...
- Please use tags and content warnings, especially for things that people might be triggered over. For prompt fillers, please put those tags in the beginning of the post so that way people can skip over them if need be. Tags can also attract people to your art if it has content that they're interested in, so it can be a helpful tool for content creators as well.
- No writers of incest (kains which does include aglaya and her relatives, stamatins, olgimskys, etc), underage/adult ships (which DOES include Clara,) or rape. Please don't make anything gross happen to underage characters!
- Multiple fills to a single prompt is not only accepted, but wonderful! It's a win-win for everybody!
- In the case of a filler of a prompt going inactive for a long time in the middle of a story, it's okay for a different person to continue where they left off. Please make it obvious that you're not the original author, and then feel free to write.
And that's as much as I have in regards to rules! Hopefully these answered answer any questions you might have! Feel free to recommend any rules of your own, or ask me for clarification on the current ones.
AND THAT'S IT! Have fun! :D
LINKS:
Pathologic Prompt Meme: https://pathologicroundrobin.dreamwidth.org/825.html
Pathologic Round-Robin: https://pathologicroundrobin.dreamwidth.org/654.html
Pathologic Kink Meme (nsfw): https://pathologicroundrobin.dreamwidth.org/1201.html
Contact me here if you have any questions!: https://pathologicroundrobin.dreamwidth.org/1347.html
Please make anonymous prompts for things you would like to see, or anonymously fulfill prompts by creating stories, poetry, drawn art, music, or anything! I just want to say that this prompt meme is open to people of all skill levels, so have fun!
Some basic rules that were recommended to help out before we get started:
- This is the Pathologic Kink Meme, and it's NSFW! Please post any NSFW prompts or fills here. A good rule of thumb is whether or not you'd be comfortable with your boss at work looking over your shoulder and reading what you have on screen.
- If anything is a little too explicit in detail (e.g. in terms of medical procedures or gore), it probably needs to be here as well. Basic mentioning of medical procedures is allowed, but this is just in case for folks who have limits in regard to certain explicit things. Speaking of explicit things...
- Please use tags and content warnings, especially for things that people might be triggered over. For prompt fillers, please put those tags in the beginning of the post so that way people can skip over them if need be. Tags can also attract people to your art if it has content that they're interested in, so it can be a helpful tool for content creators as well.
- No writers of incest (kains which does include aglaya and her relatives, stamatins, olgimskys, etc), underage/adult ships (which DOES include Clara,) or rape. Please don't make anything gross happen to underage characters!
- Multiple fills to a single prompt is not only accepted, but wonderful! It's a win-win for everybody!
- In the case of a filler of a prompt going inactive for a long time in the middle of a story, it's okay for a different person to continue where they left off. Please make it obvious that you're not the original author, and then feel free to write.
And that's as much as I have in regards to rules! Hopefully these answered answer any questions you might have! Feel free to recommend any rules of your own, or ask me for clarification on the current ones.
AND THAT'S IT! Have fun! :D
LINKS:
Pathologic Prompt Meme: https://pathologicroundrobin.dreamwidth.org/825.html
Pathologic Round-Robin: https://pathologicroundrobin.dreamwidth.org/654.html
Pathologic Kink Meme (nsfw): https://pathologicroundrobin.dreamwidth.org/1201.html
Contact me here if you have any questions!: https://pathologicroundrobin.dreamwidth.org/1347.html
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Bathing in the steppe: Aspity/Eva
(Anonymous) 2020-11-22 02:21 pm (UTC)(link)Bathing in the steppe: Aspity/Eva - FILL
(Anonymous) 2020-12-01 03:21 am (UTC)(link)---------
Night is the perfect time for gathering twyre.
Very few people outside of the Kin go out into the steppe anyway, so Aspity almost always has the fortune of not having to interact with most members of the town.
Almost.
There's someone in the river. Not only is there someone in the river, but from the corner of her eye, this person looks as if they are *bathing* in it. It's in the middle of the night in autumn, an absolutely absurd time to be doing anything without warm clothes let alone completely nude. She attempts to keep herself focused on gathering twyre, to not look at whatever idiot has decided to expose themself in the night.
After a while, she realizes that her twyre seeking had somehow unconsciously brought her closer to the river. Close enough to perhaps even make out the feature of the bather even with her poor eyesight. She pointedly keeps her gaze at the ground, listening for nearby herbs - that's what had brought her in this direction anyway. The buzzing and swishing of the herbs. Nothing else.
But she feels a gaze on her. The bather has clearly noticed her, and is now examining her from afar like she's an insect trapped under a glass.
"I'm not looking at you, so would you stop staring at me?" Aspity finally snaps at the bather, eyes still fixed on the dirt and grass below her.
"Oh, sorry. I didn't realize it was making you uncomfortable. I was just interested in what you were doing - you're gathering twyre, yes?" the bather asks, their voice sweet and dreamlike. "And I don't mind if anyone looks at me. I don't think nudity is anything to be ashamed of."
"Bathing at night in September is something to be ashamed of," Aspity sneers, still not looking at the person in the river. "It shows how very empty your head is."
"I've heard the cold can be quite invigorating and good for the body, you know."
"Then you're very gullible and could do with some shame."
The woman ignores Aspity's snipe at her. "What's your name? I don't think I've ever seen you before."
"Of course you wouldn't have. I live in the Crude Sprawl beside what you might see as the 'unwashed masses', and you speak like women from the Capital." Aspity spits, her resolve not to look the bather in the eye weakening the more she wishes to shoot a glare in the woman's direction.
"Well, I'll go first then - I'm Eva."
"And I didn't ask," Aspity spits, irritated that her words don't seem to be sharp enough to penetrate this Eva woman's thick skull.
"But I'd like to know yours, which is why I offered you mine." Aspity can hear the smile in the woman's voice and she can't help but look up to send a dirty look her way.
But the woman's appearance alone manages to disarm the daggers in Aspity's gaze in an instant. Moonlight rolls off her like the drops of water clinging to her skin as she leans against one of the rocks by the edge of the river; Aspity can't tell for certain, but she might have freckles dappling her body as well. Her face is soft and pretty, and her hair is long, slicked back after having held her head under the water. She looks serene, flirtatiously so, like one of those suggestive paintings by that hideously depressed artist in the Skinners.
Aspity hates that she's perfectly aware of the way her eyes travel along the contours of the other woman's body, and how they refuse to stop despite it. The woman lets out a gentle, musical laugh, and Aspity darts her eyes away, feeling heat climbing up her neck and into her cheeks and hoping that the moon's light washes her skin out enough so Eva's inquisitive eyes don’t see.
"You're also quite charming yourself, dear stranger. A delight to look at, even when scowling." Eva says, situating herself more comfortably, as one would do when settling into a chair at a close friend's home.
Aspity wishes that Mother Boddho would take her back into the dirt from whence she came when she peers out of the corner of her eye to see how the soft curves of Eva's stomach, breasts, and arms lay naturally against the stone. It both provides a sense of decency, but also evokes the erotic suggestion of one body against another. This woman must be attempting to taunt her, Aspity decides, using her physical beauty in some way to draw her in before mocking her mercilessly. Utopians play strange heartless games. Ones that involve making some part of Aspity's gut feel flattered at being called a 'delight', despite her obvious dowdy appearance.
"How goes your search for twyre? I've heard that the Brides can actually hear the herbs speak to them in the Steppe. Is this true for yourself? You seem like you're able to spot them with such ease."
"Yes. It's part of why I run this errand. Do you have any more dull questions?"
Eva smiles again. "Actually, as luck would have it - I found an herb on my way here from the Stillwater, dear stranger. I've heard it's not the most common." She reaches towards a leather satchel laying on the rock, and produces a sprig of swevery from it.
"I was going to give it to Andrey, but I'll happily trade it to you for your name," she says, teasingly. Of course she would know Stamatin. Of course.
Aspity had been searching for more swevery this evening per Burakh's kind request, and the trade-off did not seem that bad. Given this woman's Utopian lifestyle, it's incredibly unlikely their paths would cross again. They had avoided each other for years already, so she doubts that this Eva would ever step foot inside the Crude Sprawl of her own volition.
"Many call me Aspity," she sighs, irritated. "Are you satisfied?"
"But what do you call yourself? A name is important," Eva explains, voice still lofty and sweet. Her fingers trace slow, looping patterns on the rock beneath her. "I like to know what people wish their souls to be called by." Aspity's eyes nearly roll out of her head.
"Sahba Usp'tae, Aspity, Sahba-ötün; choose whichever you can say without hurting yourself too badly," Aspity snaps. "Leave the sprig by the shore, and I'll retrieve it once you're finished making your poor bathing decisions."
"Sahba Usp'tae," she repeats, a dreamy smile forming on her lips. Her attempt at pronunciation is better than most, surprisingly. "It sounds lovely."
Aspity grimaces at the flattered sensation returning to her stomach. "You're enamored with too many inconsequential things."
"Well, come take my half of our trade, Sahba Usp'tae," she says, leaning her cheek on her palm and holding out the orange flowered herb. "I wouldn't want it to be blown away in a gust of wind, so it'd be best to take it now."
Aspity moves to grab the sprig from Eva's hand, the woman doesn't immediately let it go. Instead, her fingertips graze Aspity's hand.
Their eyes meet briefly and Aspity regrets it, unable to look elsewhere.
“You know, this herb reminds me of you. Uncommon, but lovely in its own way," Eva says, amber eyes showing a very convincing mimic of sincerity.
"And it's bitter as bile," Aspity adds, snatching it from Eva's hand. What was this woman's problem? Comparing her to flowers as if she were something delicate? How utterly ridiculous.
"It was lovely meeting you, Sahba Usp'tae. I hope to see you again," Eva says with the same calm expression, waving to her.
Aspity doesn't respond to her farewell, turning on her heel and walking quickly to the refuge of her home as quickly as possible.
She'll just have to return at dawn to find the herbs for Burakh, and in the meantime, she should rest her eyes. This encounter has taken more energy from her than she ever would have wanted to have spent on some Capital imbecile.
When she sleeps, she dreams of the feeling of warm freckled shoulders under her hands.
Re: Bathing in the steppe: Aspity/Eva - FILL
(Anonymous) 2020-12-01 03:05 pm (UTC)(link)Thank you so much, I wanted this filled so bad!
It is exactly the kind of fill I wanted,
Eva is so lovely here, and you really manage to drive home how they live in entirely different worlds.
Aspity is so snappy and awkward, such great characterisation.
And your writting style is very evocative, I love the way Eva is described mostly with words associated with softness and warmth, (the round face, the cushion like rock), While the environment is much more cold and sharp. She feels like an apparition out of this world.
"When she sleeps, she dreams of the feeling of warm freckled shoulders under her hands." THE LAST LINE KILLS ME, you can't deny the gay, Sabah, no matter how hard you try.
Amazing fill, thank you for sating all of my lesbian urges