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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!

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- This is the Pathologic Prompt Meme, and it's SFW! Please post any NSFW prompts or fills into the NSFW Pathologic Kink Meme. 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.

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- 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.

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I want to see Notkin and Khan making up after their turf war after the plague is over. I don't mind which ending it is.

*(ADDED AS AN EXAMPLE)* I'm very uncomfortable with child endangerment, so please try to avoid talking about them being sick!

Bonus ideas:
- They have baby crushes on each other and their feelings keep getting in the way!
- Khan is making up with his family and Notkin has been adopted by Artemy!
- (etc, etc, etc...)

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Mild swearing

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May I request something fluffy/gen in the form of Artemy interacting with bulls? Maybe he's trying to teach someone who's afraid of bulls not to be scared?

Artemy's been through a lot. He can have a little softness with some boohas. <3

Daniil Dankovsky somehow finds himself responsible for teaching the kids of the Town-on-Gorkhon. Despite his vocal complaints, Artemy sees that Daniil actually enjoys himself more than he lets on.

Bonus if Artemy and/or Clara wind up sitting in for a class to learn as well, even if it just turns out to be about Daniil himself.

The Saburovs have finally adopted a child, in the form of Clara. At last, they can breathe easy and put aside their hangups over being childless. However, now they're confronted with the fact that they have exactly what they wanted for a long time, but no idea of what to actually do now. Please give me the Saburovs awkward but genuine attempts to be a loving family to a strange, miraculous girl who came out of a grave.

This could take place during the game's events, or maybe even some time outside of it. Whichever is fine!

^Same anon as above

Forgot to mention but I do have a trigger warning: pregnancy and miscarriage. It might come up with Katarina's back story, but please don't go too in depth with it. I'm a bit squeamish in that regard.

Artemy says he and his friends used to go out in the steppe for days. I want to read about the last time they went before Artemy left for school. Make me cry anon!!

seconded... ;-;

I would love a story about Nina Kaina interacting with her family: Aglaya, Khan, Maria and Victor, the ways she's the same, the way she;'s different.

Artemy and Rubin learning how to do their first surgery, and working in tandem/in competition with each other.

Notkin tries to persuade Taya to join the Soul-and-a-Halves when Notkin is fifteen, and Taya is eight. A conversation about souls, animals, rules, and the difference between kindred and the Kin?

OH SECONDED.... BIG SECONDED....

Today you are a horrible Oyun in the Town-on-Gorkhon. You have five posts to do horrible Oyun things such as pet cows, drink milk, lift things, and strive to put away the Olgimskys into jail.

What shall you do?

A little short story about Victor being a widower and yearning for Nina after her passing...

pet cow

So you have chosen to pet a cow today. An excellent and in-character choice for the mighty Oyun.

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It's early morning in the Steppe. The sun has not yet risen over the grand expanse of the horizon, but it is still light enough to see. The air is noisy with the sound of distant breezes, and the occasional bellow of the cows among the field.

You, Oyun, have arrived to inspect the cows.

As the ostensible foreman of the abattoir, it's not necessary for you to come out all the way over here and do so (lower ranked odhonge do this instead), but it's a routine you've made. One that you're too stubborn to change. It also doesn't help that the booha, the cattle, know to expect you already. Their tales whip back and forth happily as they trod upon dewy grass towards you.

You know each of their names. There's Starry, who's black with small white dots. Braggart, easily recognizable by the way they hold their head up high and hauty, a feature which you appreciated a lot. Winter, who's back bore a large white spot like a blanket draped over them. And lastly shy Soot, whose horns were nearly completely black.

They crowded around you and nuzzled against your face and neck. A smaller, less impressively-sized man might have been intimidated by being so up close to the large creatures, but not you. You loved it here in the calm, vast field, and the cows loved you back. When you stroke the face of Soot, the bull mooed briefly, uncertain about being noisy but still displaying appreciation. A rare smile broke out upon your face.

Here with the cows and the Steppe might have been the only times where you truly felt at peace.

Time passes.

You have four actions remaining for the day.

You have petted a cow. Many of them in fact. What will you do next?

Will you drink milk? Will you lift heavy things? Will you finally provide the evidence you needed to get the Olgimskys locked away? Will you do nuisance things in the Town-on-Gorkhon? You can also suggest further actions you'd like to see as well.

Artemy finds a strange flower growing that he's never seen before. Its colors are lurid and nigh phosphorescent, but its weak and close to wilting. Artemy decides to care for it, and little by little the flower starts to come back to life.

Afterwards, a mysterious man shows up in town. He has dark hair and is the consummate erudite. He claims to be a Bachelor of Medicine from the Capital. Artemy can tell the stranger's knowledge of medicinal theory and technique is true, but no one is quite sure what a person from the Capital is doing here. Is he telling the truth?

Regardless of Artemy's own suspicions, the other doctor seems to have an interest in him. He's cordial and genuinely kind at least. But something tips Artemy off that there's something hidden by the other doctor.

Whether it's flower petals that fell from the other doctor's sleeve, or possibly a familiar floral scent only noticed up close, the other doctor and the strange flower that Artemy nursed back to health seem to be related...

(Daniil is the spirit of the flower that Artemy helped, and now he wants to repay the favor somehow. Whether things work out for Daniil and Artemy is up to you! It can be fluff, or even tragedy. I hope I made some sense when I was writing this oh gosh. Feel free to drop or modify some elements if you would like.)

lift things. people. lift people right over your head. whoever next comes to visit you... you will lift.

You have chosen to devote your heart today to mighty art of lifting. The act of using muscle and sinew to elevate objects and/or people to a higher state of being (physically)... It is wisdom in its grandest form. And as Oyun, you are proud to call yourself its foremost noble acolyte.

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It is properly morning now. The sun had breached past the horizon, yet still hung low, its light pleasantly soft. The shops of the Town-on-Gorkhon had opened, and residents milled across its streets to begin their errands.

In a similar vein, you were not that different. You too had tasks to accomplish. That did not stop the people of the town from staring at you as rode atop a wooden cart pulled by the bull Soot. Children were the only ones to voice their unease by asking their mothers why you were such a large and bull-like person, but were hushed and pulled aside as you passed. Sometimes the children of your own people asked that as well...

But enough about that matter, there were the barrels of spring water to collect.

The water barrels had been left by the side of a store builing for you to collect (and most importantly, lift), like always. The workers of the Abattoir faced many difficulties, but a dearth of fresh water was never one at least. Böos Vlad made arrangements with the owner already for this to happen weekly which was acceptable for you since it meant that you didn't have to handle the tedium of small talk with the owner instead.

'Good Mother Boddho, the barrels are right there. Let us lift already.' Your muscles cried out to you.

You smiled and rubbed at your chin, pretending to think about it, before of course relenting.

When you hopped from the cart, your landing shook the earth and caused the water in the barrels slosh. You patted Soot (who mooed softly once more) as you walked to the barrels. When you finally reached them, you LIFTED.

The barrel defied gravity when you did. It was quite easy to load it into the cart, so you continued to do so and LIFT.

One barrel, two barrels, three barrels, four barrels, oops, you accidentally lifted Soot the bull that time, five barrels... You were, as they say, 'in the zone.' The Lift Zone.

"Excuse me, are you Mister--AGH!" Before the stranger could finish speaking, you had lifted him above your head.

"...I apologize." You said, regretful that now you had to do the opposite of lifting which was setting the man down. "I thought you were a barrel."

"Hm." The man didn't appreciate the thought but he was too busy straightening himself back out after being lifted as easily as a doll. "Well, no matter. Are you Mister... 'Oyun?'"

"That I am."

"Saburov wants to know if you have the important evidence against the Olgimskys that you promised him. If so, this is a reminder to bring it to him."

"Bring it to him? As in physically LIFTING the evidence and bringing it to him?"

"Yes."

"I'll see what I can do." You said with determination.

"Okay. I'll be off then. Farewell." And then the messenger had exited, leaving you to stew in your thoughts.

You could physically hand in evidence that you collected of the Olgimskys' wrong doing against the people of the Steppe. Yes, you could do that. Or you could literally do anything else. Without the peace and tranquility of lifting to straighten out your mind, your mind reeled at the possibilities.

Would your attempt to get the Olgimskys locked away in jail succeed? Will you brave the effort?

Or will you do a variety of other characteristic Oyun things? Drinking tan, finding people to fight, being an overly large person, cursing the Olgimskys, and exploring your inner nature as a man of many hues are a few options out of a countless infinity that you could choose from. You need only decide what to do next.

Choices, choices...

You have three actions remaining in the day before it is over. Time continues to pass.

Because Notkin has become friends with Khan, the leader of the Soul-and-a-halves goes to the richer boy's house and discovers a terrible secret...

Khan... dresses exactly like his dad does.

Notkin endeavors to gather his friends together to help Khan get a different sense of fashion. Whether this succeeds or crashes and burns spectacularly is unknown.

"Him, I can understand!" Notkin pointed at Khan. "He doesn't buy his own clothes! But you do!" He then jabbed a finger accusingly at Victor. "So what's your excuse?"

'Was trying to bond with your son through the luxuries of designer clothing so wrong?' Victor wondered.

DRINK MILK AND TALK TO BURAKH'S SON ABOUT HOW HUGE YOU ARE.

Either Artemy or Daniil have found themselves as a child again. I was imagining this as a drama, but comedy would be great too!

(Obligatory message but if you're going to have the characters in a pre-established Artemy/Daniil relationship, please don't do anything sexualized. That would be very uncool, no bueno, and I personally would die. If you're going to kill me, kill me with feels, not grossness. Thanks!)

TW: Mild self harm (pricking oneself with a blade to get blood)

Artemy always seems to find the strangest things out in the steppe. More often than not, those things were plants. Having studied herbs for his entire life, Artemy was sure that he had seen them all. But in front of him sits a flower he had never seen before.

It looks like a rose, almost. The curling of the petals and the sharp thorns on its stem certainly evoked the image of a rose. But the colors were all wrong. Its stem is black like the night, and the petals themselves are red like blood. More so than a rose would be. Where a rose was poetic in its crimson, this flower is macabre. The red in these petals come from what appears to be veins running through pale flesh. They pulse like a heartbeat, filled with some red ichor. Its stem snaked around a thicker stalk of grasses, as if clinging to it for support.

He had never heard this plant before either. Where others had noises that came from the Earth—the swish of wind through grass (or knives through the air), the rattle of grains in a cup, or even the buzz of insects—this plant had a strange noise. It was almost like a hiss paired with some other thing. Artemy had no idea if it was a hiss of a snake or not, but the second noise fascinated him. It was like a soft squeak of some material being moved.

The flower is in poor shape, Artemy has to strain to hear it. The strange plant is wilted, drooping. Despite its alien appearance, Artemy's heart pangs with pity.

"You're lucky I found you, little guy," Artemy murmurs as he bends to get closer to the plant. He searches his pockets for something that might be of use. Water? Though, if this plant makes a hiss, which could be like a swish, maybe it could use more iron.

"You're very lucky I found you," Artemy sighs, pulling out a small knife he uses to cut thicker stems.

He takes a breath and pricks his finger, enough to draw blood. He squeezes a few droplets onto the ground beside the strange flower. The hissing quiets, and Artemy feels a pit in his stomach as he worries he's killed this poor flower. The worry abates, however, as the blood seeps into the ground, sucked by the hungry roots of the flower. The second sound, the one that Artemy cannot name, becomes a bit louder.

Artemy takes that as a good sign.

"Hm… Would it be alright if I moved you? I have a place where you can grow without having to worry about getting eaten," Artemy says to the plant. "I'll be right back with a pot."

Artemy hurries to his Lair, where he can properly grab a shovel and a pot to move the plant into the garden that he has been cultivating. He tells Sticky to prepare a spot for a new plant, and returns out into the steppe. He listens for the strange sound, and soon finds the strange plant again.

Artemy blinks. Has it moved? He could have sworn it looked more droopy moments ago than it did now.

Regardless, Artemy sets out to gently move the flower from the ground here to the pot he carries. Surprisingly, the roots are shallow, and it hardly takes any digging to move the plant from the soil into the pot.
Holding it close to his chest, Artemy returns to the Lair once more.

—

Two weeks after he settles the strange plant into the garden, a stranger arrives in town. Artemy only learns of this fact a few days after the event occurred, overhearing the chatter of townsfolk about a doctor from the Capital taking residence in the Stillwater.

Artemy is curious, but he rarely finds himself on that side of town. Though, the Stillwater was directly open to the steppe. He eavesdrops more, and learns a few things about the mysterious newcomer: Firstly, the man's name was Daniil Dankovsky. Secondly, he was a Bachelor of Medicine. Thirdly, and most strangely, there was nothing else to be learned. Artemy knew the townsfolk like he knew the herbs in the steppe—it was highly unlikely that the only two pieces of information that they could gather was the man's name and his profession.

Curiosity continues to gnaw at him. But still, he would not go see the man. The doctor was likely minding his own business, and was likely already being flocked by curious townsfolk. Artemy didn't want to add to that. However, Artemy was not above using Sticky as an excuse to go see. After all, Sticky requested oh-so-politely to be introduced to the doctor, wanting to ask the newcomer many questions about medicine and the like. So of course, Artemy had to trek over and ask if the doctor was available to be interviewed.

So here he stands, in front of the Stillwater. Artemy feels awkward, standing and doing nothing. But there's something that makes his skin crawl and his steps still, something more than the general unease of the Stillwater. Artemy shakes his head, and raises a hand to knock.

The door opens, almost immediately. Artemy still has his fist in the air. In front of him stands the man that must be the doctor. The first thing Artemy notices about the man is that he is short. The second, he notices how the man is dressed. A big leather coat with snakeskin wrapped around it, a red vest over a white blouse. A blood red cravat tied around his neck.

"…You must be Artemy Burakh," the doctor says.

Artemy lowers his hand. "Um. Yes. You must be Daniil Dankovsky."

Daniil's lips quirk up in a small smile. "Ah, you already know my name. Good. I'm glad you finally came."

"You were expecting me?"

"Naturally. We have a lot to discuss."

Daniil moves aside, motioning Artemy into the house. Artemy follows, though he has no idea what's going on. What rumors did Daniil hear? If they were the normal ones, then the doctor should be running in fear.

Daniil closes the door and moves past Artemy. A smell hits the Haruspex—a faint licorice smell. Not enough to be overpowering, but enough to get one's attention. Artemy follows Daniil all the way up to the top floor, where the doctor must have made his room. It's cluttered, which Artemy wouldn't have guessed from looking at Daniil.

Daniil motions Artemy to take a seat by the window while he sits at his desk.

Artemy just stands. "Um, I'm actually here to ask if you would be willing to be interviewed by my… assistant? He's a young boy, very interested in medicine."

"Oh? Of course, I'd be willing to," Daniil says. "Now please, sit. As I said, we have a lot to discuss."

"What do we have to discuss?" It comes out a bit harsher than he intends.
Daniil pauses, frowning a little in confusion. He looks off into the distance, eyes darting over something Artemy cannot see. Thinking. He looks back to Artemy. "…Well. I suppose you're right. Sorry, I got ahead of myself."

"Are you really a doctor from the Capital?" Artemy asks. Surely doctors from the Capital aren't as bizarre as you, he thinks.

"Yes, I am."

"Why have you come here? This town doesn't seem your… style."

Daniil leans back in his seat a little. "You're right. The town isn't really my style. However, I've come here on sabbatical. This town is… fascinating, in its own way. And I've been here before."

Artemy blinks. "You have? I've never seen you… When were you here?"

"Oh, I come by every September," Daniil answers. "Though, this is the first time I've actually acquired housing. Say, Artemy, may I tell you something?"

"Uh, sure…?"

Daniil gives him a look so earnest that it catches Artemy off guard. "When I look at you, I get the feeling that nature is playing jokes on us. It's as if both the left and right hands have grabbed the head to realize for the first time that they are part of one single whole."

Artemy blinks, his mouth gaping a little. That was incredibly profound.

Daniil seems to realize the same thing, because he coughs and scoots back in his seat, looking away from Artemy. "Ahem. Yes, sorry. That was a bit much, wasn't it? Uh, regarding the boy—your assistant—I'll be happy to speak with him. I'll be at your place later this evening, if that works for you. It's behind the factories, right?"

"Y-yes," Artemy says, lamely. His mind is still on what the man said.

Daniil gives another small smile. "I'll see you then. Please close the door on your way out."

Artemy mumbles a 'goodbye' and heads back down the stairs. He pauses at the doorway, bending down to pick up a petal off the ground. Pale, with red veins in it. Artemy sighs, he must have brought some loose petals in here from his garden.

It isn't until he's halfway there that he realizes that there's no way that Daniil should have been able to know where his Lair is.

Aglaya can see Eva’s ghost in the Cathedral. Maybe a love story?

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Artemy and the gang, one last camping trip

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something a little different

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OYUN HAS COMPLETED 1 OUT OF 5 ACTIONS FOR THE DAY

fdjsgfdj god what is this i dont even know (Flower!Daniil AU???)

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OYUN HAS COMPLETED 2 OUT OF 5 ACTIONS FOR THE DAY

Get this boy some new clothes

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[hands you a flower daniil]

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