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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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FILL: artemy/daniil, vivisection
(Anonymous) 2020-04-28 06:13 am (UTC)(link)---
The mirror is Daniil’s idea. The painkiller, Artemy’s condition.
“One part blood to eight parts twyre,” he said, as though that might make Daniil feel better about it. “Enough to blunt the edge of the pain, and no more.”
The taste had been decent, against all expectations, but he scowled at it anyway. Now, grudgingly, he must concede Artemy spoke true: there’s not the haze he feared, and his mind feels clear as ever. He lies down on the stone slab that passes for an operating table, turns his head, gets back up so he can tilt the mirror a little more to one side, lies down again.
Artemy doesn’t insult him by asking one last time if he’s sure about this. When he lays his hand flat over Daniil’s belly the pressure is diffuse, muted. When the edge of his scalpel presses into the skin of his abdomen Daniil sees more than he feels it, a bead of red against the metal of the blade.
Artemy cuts down, and left. His hands are steady, his movements sure. Through the mirror Daniil watches, transfixed, as his skin parts. He isn’t supposed to speak, but the cut is lower than he thought it might be. Nowhere near the lungs, and so precise the pain hasn’t even hit yet. His breathing is steady.
“I thought there would be more blood,” he says. Artemy flicks his eyes up at him, smiles. He doesn’t lift the blade.
“If I wanted you dead, exsanguination isn’t the way I would go.”
Daniil, having seen his work with a knife, cannot argue the truth of that. But you aren’t going to kill me now, he almost shoots back, the words only held back because Artemy continues to speak.
“There are ways in which a body wants to be cut,” he says. He wipes blood from Daniil’s skin with one hand even as he turns the scalpel, the curved blade slicing neatly through soft tissues, membrane and fasciae. Blood is rising again, staining Artemy’s hand. “The world was created like this, you know. So say the Kin.” He inserts fingers inside the cut to judge its depth, and Daniil can feel it, signals that pierce through the effects of the tincture as Artemy drives the scalpel down.
“My father taught us this way. He let us prepare the tools, and watch. Had a light touch, when he wanted.” He pauses, considers his work, Daniil gutted and willing under him. “How’s the pain?”
He’s had worse, if he’s to be frank, but there’s something about this. Being undressed, being beaten, fucked or held or touched in a moment of tenderness, being shot — none of it compares. Artemy must take his lack of answer to mean all is well: he lifts his scalpel, returns it to the point where he started the incision, then cuts. Left, and left again. Daniil’s nerve are numb still, but he does feel it. The pain curls at the back of his throat, underneath his heart. A trickle of blood has made its way from his chest into the notch of his jugular.
Watching himself from the mirror’s remove, at a distance, he can hold himself still. Artemy above him; Artemy’s reflection above his own, mouth thinned by concentration, peeling his skin back from him to reveal what lies underneath, laying his insides bare.
It’s a wonder, isn’t it? That what is inside a body is more body; that it is contained and container, that though so easily splayed there are mechanisms within that have yet to be grasped. That he will, eventually. He breathes and he can see the way it trembles through him, raw and red drowning the soft pink and white, what sliver of animal terror remains in him pinned down by Artemy’s hand around his viscera, Artemy’s blade over his sternum.
“Do you remember that night I sewed up that wound at your side?” he asks. “How you said I wouldn’t die.”
“I was right, wasn’t I?” Artemy replies. Daniil sees him stroke his thumb along a curl of entrails, wonders what the future looks like that he might see in them. “Do you see it?”
“The future?”
“Whatever it was that you wanted this for.”
What he wanted — the vocabulary doesn’t exist yet. It’s a failure on his part; he is still working on it. If he must approximate: to untether himself, to scatter body and spirit and soul and remain, still, in the after — to look Death in the face and find the right words.
Artemy puts his hand over his chest, his fingers spread, spanning from clavicle to the opened space under his sternum. “Look,” he says. Under his palm skin, and under that the suggestion of bones, and there, beyond the darker shape of his liver, the thick lines of aorta and vena cava: the heave of his diaphragm, the implication of his heart on the other side. Under the surge of instinctual panic and intellectual wonder, the pain steadily growing stronger, it’s a bitterness that lingers. What he wouldn’t have given to see this back in Thanatica, to have records, photographs, his laboratory and team —
“Well?” he snaps when he can no longer bear his own thoughts nor Artemy’s silence and immobility.
“I know you would let me cut there,” he says, thoughtful, almost tender. Daniil cannot meet his eyes. In the mirror he looks pale, almost a ghost. The irony isn’t lost on him. “I’d have to hold you down, so I could get through the ribs. Here...” his hand sweeps over Daniil’s breast, nail scraping lines over the skin so he can see the path he would take, “...to there. Your beating heart in my hand. Is that what you need, or should I aim higher?”
His mouth is dry. He aches. Yes he wants to say. There is something here, almost within his grasp. Of his theories not all concern preservation; some of the most promising are flight, flock, return, transition. Common sense says what is inside the body should stay inside the body, but common sense doesn’t know Polyhedrons or Kains or steppe men with sharp blades and steady hands.
“You aren’t the first I’ve cut,” Artemy says. He touches his fingers to Daniil’s lips, he puts his hands back into the open wound of his gut. “Let me be right again, kheerkhen. Enough.”
A body is so easily taken apart; so delicate to sew back up. This Daniil also watches. The needle going in, the needle going out, the machinery of the body slowly covered up. He feels strange. Adrenaline, perhaps, or the pain now registering in full. Still the sense he is missing something important and delicate, a connection, some sort of hollowness inside. In the mirror he meets Artemy’s gaze, drops his own to the gleam of the scalpel now set aside.
He closes his eyes. Breathes. Artemy told him once about the Abattoir. Something he said, about coming back. Gutted, and full of light.
Re: FILL: artemy/daniil, vivisection
(Anonymous) 2020-04-28 11:45 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: artemy/daniil, vivisection
(Anonymous) 2020-04-28 12:57 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: artemy/daniil, vivisection
(Anonymous) 2020-04-29 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: artemy/daniil, vivisection
(Anonymous) 2020-04-28 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: artemy/daniil, vivisection
(Anonymous) 2020-04-29 02:25 pm (UTC)(link)(also i'm kind of glad you depicted this from daniil's point of view, since i started working on a fill from artemy's pov that's more on the weird and gory side, but it's slow going.)
Re: FILL: artemy/daniil, vivisection
(Anonymous) 2020-04-29 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)also know i am EXTREMELY eyes emoji at the prospect of an artemy-side fill and i can't wait to see your take