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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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Pathologic Prompt Meme: https://pathologicroundrobin.dreamwidth.org/825.html
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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 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
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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(Anonymous) 2020-04-26 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)FILL: Notkin Wingfic (1/2)
(Anonymous) 2020-06-02 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)The only one who’s seen what he’s hiding is Jester, on the rare occasions that he pulls off his coat and stretches. He figures that Jester won’t tell anyone, so his secret is probably safe.
The real problem comes when he and Khan make up. Which isn’t to say that in itself is the problem, because Notkin is happy to have his best friend back. They’re both kids, though, and it’s inevitable that one of them is going to get hurt.
They’re goofing off at the station in the late afternoon when it happens. They’re both play-arguing, and Khan pushes him, maybe harder than he’d intended. Notkin stumbles. His stupid feet don’t right themselves in time, and he tumbles over the edge.
The fall isn’t too terribly great. Khan probably isn’t even worried about him, until Notkin hits the ground with a sickening crack. The pain has Notkin gasping. Tears prick in the corners of his eyes and Khan scrambles over to him.
“Shit, shit, Notkin, I’m so sorry.” He touches Notkin gently, helping him sit upright. “Is it broken? It probably is. Shit.”
Khan slides his arm around Notkin’s waist, putting his shoulder beneath Notkin’s still-good arm, and helps him stand up. After a moment, Notkin pulls away, trying not to let tears spill despite how much it hurts.
“My arm got hurt, not my leg,” he sniffles out.
“It didn’t look like you were getting up any time soon.”
“‘M probably fine. It sounded worse than it is.”
Khan narrows his eyes skeptically. Notkin shrinks under the scrutiny, but doesn’t back down. If he goes there, then Artemiy will want to check him over, and he'll have to take off his coat, and then… Notkin doesn't want to think about what might happen next.
“I’m still taking you to Burakh. He can say whether it’s broken or not.”
Notkin wants to protest, to shout and scream that he doesn’t need to go to Burakh’s, but he realizes that it will let Khan know that something is up. So he lets Khan grab his hand and lead him through Earth to the Burakh household.
The one who answers the door is Sticky, and he understands immediately what’s happened by glancing at Notkin. There aren't many reasons people come here looking like he does. Sticky calls for his dad and ushers them inside.
When Artemiy rushes down the stairs, his brow furrows as he sees Notkin’s reddened eyes and tear-streaked face.
“Hey, Notkin,” he says, his tone softer than normal. “Can you tell me what happened?”
“It was an accident,” Khan says. “I pushed him, and he fell, and—I think his arm might be broken.”
Artemiy nods seriously. He leads Notkin to a chair and instructs him to sit down. Notkin’s heart is pounding. He so badly doesn’t want to be here, but he sees no escape.
“I’m going to get some supplies. Stay right here.”
With that, Artemiy leaves them to their own devices.
It’s quiet for a while, Notkin trying to think through how he can manage to get out of this.
“Y’know, I really think I’m fine. It barely even hurts anymore,” he tries.
Khan rolls his eyes. “I get you’re trying to be the tough guy or whatever, but just stop. You can’t be a leader with a broken arm.”
Notkin clutches the edge of the chair with his good arm, and tries not to panic.
When Artemiy comes back, he’s carrying a bag with him that he puts on the table beside Notkin. He gets out a few things that Notkin can’t really tell the purpose of.
“I’m gonna need you to take off your coat and pull your sleeve all the way up.”
“No.”
Artemiy stops in his movements, staring at Notkin. “What?”
“‘M not going to do it.”
“Stop being stubborn and just do what he says,” Khan insists.
Notkin shakes his head, looking at the ground. They can think he’s an ass, as long as they don’t find out.
There’s a pause, then Artemiy says, “Khan, go help Sticky in the other room.”
“Why—”
“Khan. Do as I ask.”
He grumbles, but complies. Then it’s just the two of them, and Notkin’s heart feels like it’s going to beat right out of his chest.
Artemiy kneels beside him, making the two of them eye-level.
“I know you’re scared about something, kid. Whatever it is, it’s ok,” Artemiy assures him. “I need you to take off your coat so I can check your arm. Whatever it is that’s got you panicked, I promise I won’t tell anyone. Okay?”
Notkin hesitates. He’s never told anyone about this before, and certainly never showed anyone. It feels wrong, it feels scary, but he also feels like he doesn’t want to keep hiding from everyone for the rest of his life.
If anyone were going to understand, it would be Artemiy, right? He wants to believe that so badly.
FILL: Notkin Wingfic (2/2)
(Anonymous) 2020-06-02 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)Artemiy’s brow furrows, but he says nothing. It gives Notkin the courage he needs to shuffle his wings out of the hole in the back of his sweater. He breathes out a little sigh at the feeling of having them finally free after being cramped under his coat all day.
Still, though, Artemiy hasn’t said anything, and it makes Notkin’s stomach turn.
“I get it, I’m a freak,” he mumbles. “But you promised not to tell anyone.”
“You’re not a freak, kid,” Artemiy says, so gently that Notkin can’t believe it’s happening.
“You don’t have to lie to me, Burakh.”
Artemiy frowns, in the way that he always does when he’s disappointed.
“I’m not lying. I’m not saying it’s normal, either, because that would be a lie. But do you realize how strange this town is, Notkin? Women who tell the future and gravity-defying buildings don’t happen in most towns.”
“I guess…” Notkin looks up to Artemiy. “I just don’t even know why I’m like this! I have—wings, and feathers, and talons, and none of it makes sense.”
“I don’t know either, Notkin. I wish I could tell you. But no matter what, all that is a part of you, alright kid? You don’t have to hide.”
Notkin normally would act tough, try to pretend that he's not scared, but he feels so much more vulnerable with his wings out in front of Artemiy, and he can't really bother with putting up his walls. “What if… what if people hate me? What if they’re scared of me?”
“Then they’ll have to deal with me. I have your back, Notkin. No matter what.”
Notkin snorts. He really does appreciate Artemiy saying that. “Okay, okay, fine. Just fix my arm or whatever.”
He pulls his sleeve up over his arm. Artemiy inspects him wordlessly. When he’s come to the conclusion that Notkin’s arm is broken, he splints it and puts it in a sling.
“You shouldn’t move it for the next few weeks. It would probably be better if you just stayed here until it’s healed so I can keep an eye on you.”
Notkin groans about that, but he ends up agreeing to it in the end. The warehouses aren’t exactly the best place to heal, and he doesn’t want to be injured for even longer.
It’s as Artemiy is putting his things away that Notkin remembers that Khan is still here waiting for him. His heartbeat stutters, and he tries to figure out how to handle this. He could put his coat over his shoulders and maybe get away with it, but he doesn’t really want that. Now that he’s told one person, he feels like going back to hiding who he is will hurt even worse. He doesn’t want to pretend anymore.
He stands and carefully peeks through the rooms in the Burakh household. He finds Khan and Sticky in the kitchen, eating snacks. Notkin takes a breath, making sure his wings are hidden behind his back.
“Um, hey, Khan? Could you come over here?”
Khan lights up as he sees Notkin, but quickly smooths his expression into something more neutral. It makes Notkin smile.
Khan joins him out in the hall. His eyes glance down to the sling Notkin’s arm is in.
“So it was broken, then? How long’s it gonna be?”
“A few weeks, he said. So I’ll have to stay here while it heals.”
“Ugh, I’m gonna have to come all the way here to see you?” Khan teases.
Notkin lets out a short laugh, but his hand is shaking, and he’s just thinking about how to say this. Somehow, Khan still hasn’t noticed.
“Look, there’s, um, something else I need to tell you about.”
Khan’s brow creases with worry. “What is it?”
Notkin swallows, his mouth opening and closing around words he can’t say. So instead, he spreads his wings out from behind his back, and waits.
Khan’s eyes widen, his gaze scanning over the brown, speckled wings. He looks as though his mind is racing, but he doesn't ask all the questions that are surely going through his head right now. His hand reaches up towards them, before he stops himself.
“Can I… can I touch them?”
Notkin’s face gets warm. Nobody’s ever seen his wings before today, much less touched them. Despite this, Notkin nods and turns around, pushing his wings towards Khan.
He feels the brush of a hand against his feathers, and can’t help but tense. As Khan’s fingers skim along his wings, though, he relaxes. It feels nice, not having to worry about it for once in his life.
“They’re, uh, really pretty,” Khan says.
Notkin’s wings ruffle at the praise. Khan pushes his hand through the feathers one more time before he takes his hand away.
“I’m—I’m really glad you’re ok. And thank you for showing me this.”
“Don’t start feeling special or anything,” Notkin says, turning back towards Khan. “I’ve… I’ve decided not to hide who I am anymore.”
Khan gives him a small grin. “Good. Does that mean I get to see you fly sometime?”
“Well, um, I’ve never flown before,” Notkin admits. “I don’t even know how.”
“I don’t know either, obviously, but… I could help you. If you need it.”
Notkin punches him lightly on the shoulder. “Yeah, and you’d better come visit me plenty while I’m healing. This is your fault.”
“Yeah, yeah, I will.”
Notkin folds his wings to his back, but not to hide them. It’s strange, knowing that they’ll be visible like this from now on—but strange in a good way, like the rest of this town is.
Re: FILL: Notkin Wingfic (2/2)
(Anonymous) 2020-06-06 05:06 am (UTC)(link)