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asilvercoininmypocket ([personal profile] maximumhusky) wrote in [community profile] pathologicroundrobin2020-02-03 05:59 pm

Pathologic Prompt Meme!

Hello, welcome to the Pathologic Prompt Meme!

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 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.

- If you're worried about anything being a little too gore-heavy (e.g. certain medical procedures can be), or etc., please post it in the NSFW Pathologic Kink Meme. This decision is 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

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Re: something a little different

(Anonymous) 2020-02-05 10:09 am (UTC)(link)
lift things. people. lift people right over your head. whoever next comes to visit you... you will lift.

OYUN HAS COMPLETED 2 OUT OF 5 ACTIONS FOR THE DAY

(Anonymous) 2020-02-06 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
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.

_

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.