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pathologicroundrobin2020-02-03 07:41 pm
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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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Re: For Femslash Feb... (Aglaya giving Yulia the strap - FILL)
(Anonymous) 2020-04-12 01:25 am (UTC)(link)Yulia's quite sure the interview is over, so she turns to go.
There are things she forgets easily, like faces and patronymics, just as there are things that stick in her memory as if they were written in permanent ink.
There is a way the Inquisitor can say I see. with utter, cold finality.
"Wait," the Inquisitor calls. (Aglaya, Aglaya, Aglayechka.) "You haven't been dismissed."
Yulia turns. Her shoes are flat, unlike the Inquisitor's uniform heels, and make hardly any noise against the cathedral stone. "Are you sure? I really thought I had."
"Are you free this evening?"
"Are you asking personally?"
The Inquisitor doesn't possess a face that smiles. Still, Yulia recognizes a familiar upturn at the corners of the mouth. Even permafrost can crack and thaw.
Aglaya continues. "If you're free, I'll see you then. Here. If not, this will be the last time we speak. I don't mean that as an ultimatum."
"No, of course not. I understand." And Yulia does understand: the script is malleable to a certain degree, but only within strict limits. There is no happy ending for a minor character and the third-act rising stakes. For an émigré architect and a government noose.
No ending at all, really. Things simply cease to continue.
"I maintain a library in the Chine. It's pleasant and quiet."
A shake of the head. "I'm set up in the cathedral. Here, I have the proper time to think, and won't leave until I'm done."
"Fair enough."
Yulia turns again, quiet as she walks offstage.
It's more late afternoon than evening when she returns, unfashionably early; Aglaya isn't yet done cross-referencing a stack of papers with another, smaller stack, so Yulia stands beside her with a smoke.
"You're crossing off names," she observes. "False leads?"
"No. Dead."
Yulia stops attempting small-talk after that. She quietly crosses over to a tall, tall window and watches the muted burn of the setting sun through glass.
It's been a long time since college. She's turned into a professional person with uninteresting habits. And Aglaya...
(Aglaya, Aglaya. They had danced, once, under the dappled light of birch trees, both their hair let down loose. Aglayechka.)
From the outside, Aglaya seems much the same. Her mind had always been her own. She had simply been given the chance to become a weapon.
There are (Yulia thinks) worse things to become.
It's a dual effort to heave the cathedral doors locked, and probably unnecessary: they both understand (because Yulia knows the Kains and the structure and Aglaya knows everything) that they have more time than it would seem.
They won't take advantage of that, though, and linger longer than necessary.
This is rebellion as much as it's sentiment: yes, we're dolls, but long ago we were sewn from the same yard of fabric, and the fabric remembers...
Aglaya has her over the desk.
Once it's been cleared of all effects and the important things filed away, Yulia's back hits the wood. She laughs, low, and stretches her arms up; the very tips of her nails brush the red glass.
With the way that Aglaya looks over her as she stretches, Yulia feels seen. She feels known.
She doesn't have words for the way she feels when Aglaya touches her. First, one gloved hand caresses her cheek, then a thumb brushes over the softness of her lips. (Yulia kisses Aglaya's thumb. She's not sure whether Aglaya can tell, but she does it anyway.)
Aglaya's touch moves lower.
"Yes," Yulia says, when Aglaya squeezes her breasts through her clothes. "Yes, yes—"
Suddenly, Aglaya's thigh spreads Yulia's thighs wide, holding her legs apart by keeping pressure against her crux. Yulia lets her eyes fall shut and drinks in Aglaya's touches as if she could memorize them by their components: the length of her nimble fingers, the angle of her movements, the distance between them both...
"'glayechka," she gasps, breathless. "I need you."
No response but for a sudden absence, then the sounds of a drawer.
Yulia wonders whether Aglaya had nodded. Silly of her, when Yulia isn't looking. Though, could it be... Is she caught up in this, too? Is that possible—to snare an inquisitorial heart?
Who knows.
When Yulia allows herself to look again, Aglaya is pink-faced with gently parted lips. A rush of blood to the head...
Yulia spreads her legs wider, against nothing, waiting. "Aglaya."
"Mmm?"
Her black frock is all pushed and rucked up to allow for the black-strapped harness she's fastening tight around herself. It has a device attached: the exact, perfect shape of what Yulia longs for.
Once it's fastened, Aglaya unfastens Yulia in turn. Yulia lifts her hips to free herself of her trousers when it's time.
"I love you. Can I say that? Not as Lyuricheva loving Lilich, exactly—no, what a different lifetime that was!—but as a woman loves another woman."
"Being maudlin isn't like you," Aglaya says, pushing inside.
Yulia gasps, loud. Her nails scratch glass. "I-I..."
Aglaya begins to move. Her movements are slow at first: methodical, precise, as she learns the shape of Yulia's need. "Go on."
"Don't you feel like our worlds are always ending, one way or another? Just a little faster now... To turn the page each day, to keep going—you're precious to me."
The cool leather of Aglaya's gloves digs into Yulia's thighs. One hand shifts, and her thumb stretches to rub circles around the nub of Yulia's clitoris.
Yulia stops trying to talk at all, after that. Their gasps and breaths form a harmony, echoing high up the stone walls. (It is the last time they speak.)
Re: For Femslash Feb... (Aglaya giving Yulia the strap - FILL) HI! Op here.
(Anonymous) 2020-04-12 05:05 am (UTC)(link)I
Just
"Sewn from the same yard of fabric and thhe fabric remembers" THAT *LINE*
I'm almost at a loss for words but I'm blessed. You've blessed this. Thank you.
Re: For Femslash Feb... (Aglaya giving Yulia the strap - FILL)
(Anonymous) 2020-04-12 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)