#pathologic fanfic

[silenthillmutual]

actually to celebrate the patho 3 apathy-psychosis meter, you should read my bipolar daniil fanfic.

[polyghost3]

Watching pathologic 2 lore videos rn to understand my gay little fanfics better

[crow-mortis]

I’m working on chapter 2 of Borrowed Time and I really don’t mean for Vi to be so introspective but maybe I project too much.

Anyway, writing her thoughts is fun, but definitely feeling some more action in this chapter. 🫶

Chapter 2 - Darkest Before is expected to be up and posted no later than the 20th. 🖤

Also feel free to follow me on Twitter as well @bukiminokurou

- crow 🐦‍⬛

[yourfavoritedistortion]

Hey if you like Pathologic (specifically Clara) check out this fic I’m writing! First chapter was just put up (reuploaded)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61783513/chapters/157951351

[thanathicca]

Do you like the Polyhedron? Do you want more of it? Do you want Utopians transcending what others think is impossible in one of the most fun ways possible?

Well, you can check out imperare sibi maximum imperium est Chapter 11: Exclusive Twinterview!

Yes, folks, ISMIE, our 22nd century Thanatica AU, has finally returned!

This newest chapter retells how the twin architects enrich the Bachelor’s life (among others) with their fulminant discoveries. Do not bend to nature, dear readers. Make nature bend to you.

Chapter Summary:

"As they say, you can't fit two I's beneath the same roof. But that 'I', old boy, can be anything you can possibly want." —Antonina Stamatina

[dastardlydandy]

Back from my writer’s block pit with something new!! Taking a break from Trigun writing to return to my roots for a little <3. 

This was initially a warmup destined to die half-finished in my docs but It finished somewhere near something I’m happy with so y’all get to appreciate my Pathogic semi-rarepair shenanigans :]

[rat-prophetess]

I finally finished a thing! clapclapclap. Oneshot written for Patho Fest, day 19, “imposter”. I love you Maria Kaina, my beautiful princess with a disorder.

[erriga]

Hello, I started writing a patho fic again and I promise not to delete it after a week out of embarrassment this time (proceeds to go die in a corner)

It's in a very loose sense inspired by the concept of Yurodivy, a Russian tradition of Holy Foolery and also by the general idea of ecstasy. So it's going to be heavy on religious symbolism and stuff like that

[america-oreosandkitkats]

The Places We Call Sacred

Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Artemiy Burakh | Artemy Burakh/Daniel Dankovskiy | Daniil Dankovsky, Artemiy Burakh | Artemy Burakh/Laura Ravell | Lara Ravel, Daniel Dankovskiy | Daniil Dankovsky/Andrei Stamatin | Andrey Stamatin

Characters: Artemiy Burakh | Artemy Burakh, fem!Artemiy Burakh | Artemy Burakh, Isidor Burakh, fem!Isidor Burakh, Ersher Burakh, Gryph | Bad Grief (Pathologic), Laura Ravell | Lara Ravel, Daniel Dankovskiy | Daniil Dankovsky, Ospina | Aspity (Pathologic), Original Characters

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Worldbuilding, i will love you in every universe, what if the plague was grief?, and what if the panacea was love and friendship, Gender or Sex Swap

Chapter 1

The Khatange had no name for the land beneath her feet; it was simply Boddho, the name for the Mother Goddess and the world itself. The Utopians and the Soviets following them called it the Town-on-Gorkhon, like Rostov-on-Don in the Caucasus. The Russians, neither Utopian nor Soviet, simply called it Gorkhonsk. The river from which the town received its name crept slowly and sludgy beneath cobblestone bridges, frothing at the banks and dividing the town on two tributaries known as the Gullet and the Guzzle. Parents warned troublesome tots of creatures who would pull them under if they did not behave. Teenagers tormented each other with attempts to throw one another off bridges. Boys became men by dipping a toe beneath its surface.

It was a small town — the last census taken in 2004 after Saburov became mayor put the population just under 8,000. It was a one industry town. For many of the boys, working at the Olgimskiy meat packing plant was as much a birthright as their patronymic. It was an artful town. Vagabonds and bohemian types from as far out as Perm would flitter into town to hang out with the earth and the bulls, to paint and chill, man, like Eva Yan.[...]There had also been the Many-Sided Thing, the Polyhedron.[...]

Gorkhon had meat and art and mysteries. Why had she ever left?

And why was she still here?

Read more here

[harperd]

Sickfic time since allergies are kicking my ass! I wrote the first chapter as a drabble in class and found myself enjoying the idea of the pathologic cast going through more sickness.

Do check it out if you find time for it :) Maybe I'll even draw something for it one fateful day

[silenthillmutual]

Daniil finds himself dying. And dying again. And dying again. In not-quite-a-time-loop. Someone isn't playing by the rules anymore.

I wasn't too sure how to describe what i was doing with this one but i'm pretty happy with how it turned out! thank you so much to @shogoakuji for the prompt :) i had a lot of fun with it!

[blood-bones-nerves]

[crow-mortis]

.//---------one shot - daylily ---- artemy/daniil -- read on ao3

Dawn broke over the Town on Gorkhon – a town once ravaged by plague. Though it was still as death, now. The smoldering coals of the fires that once burned the infected districts made the air taste of decay - of what once was.

Pink and orange hues traced the skyline over the steppe, and his eyes followed the multicolored streaks downward like strokes of a brush. They ended at the horizon that was now distinctly visible in front of him – the view was no longer dominated by the presence of the polyhedron. He stared at the pieces of it in the Gorkhon, his feet plastered to the stone beneath him. 

He had always viewed the giant object with an air of suspicion – as he knew some others in the Town did as well. He held no love for it, but even he had to admit that it was a bit sad to watch the burnt remains bobbing in the water below. 

Artemy wasn’t sure why he came to see it. Maybe he just wouldn’t believe it unless he saw it with his own eyes. He now felt the weight of the last twelve days settle uncomfortably on his chest – his heart sagged beneath it. Had it only been twelve days? Less than two weeks since he had boarded that train at the request of his father – only to find that Isidor had been taken by the plague the same day. 

The events that followed that arrival were blurry now, though he knew they were real by the scars on his hands and the hunger in his belly. For the last twelve days he had done nothing but work tirelessly to save the Town from the Sand Pest. He had worked on minutes of sleep and scraps of toast to eat. He had seen and done things that he knew he would never be able to forget, as much as he may have wanted to. 

He stood on the precipice of what comes after; he didn’t know what to do then, staring at the waterlogged pieces of the polyhedron. The early morning warmth of the sun washed over his face, and he realized that it was over. He had done it, but what it was, he wasn’t sure of. 

The sound of footsteps behind him gave him pause, and he turned his head toward his shoulder, looking back at the silhouette of a person in the long shadow of the morning. He traced the outline and knew who it was immediately. Artemy turned his gaze forward as Daniil came to stand beside him.

Daniil had both hands in his coat pockets, his eyes following Artemy’s gaze and resting in the same spot. He was quiet, only the caw of crows on the cathedral announcing his presence.

Artemy spared a glance over to the man, and he found Daniil’s dark features almost unreadable – eyes dull but focused, the bags under them darker than the last time they had crossed paths. Artemy followed the lines of his face, noting the slight pull at the corners of his mouth and the way he seemed to study each piece of the polyhedron carefully. 

Daniil may have felt his gaze, because he turned his own toward Artemy, and for once, he wasn’t smirking. That smug look he often sported was not painting his face. What Artemy saw there was plain – exhaustion.

For a few heartbeats neither spoke; they simply stared at one another, watching as the scenes of the last twelve days replayed in the reflection of their eyes. Artemy felt a pang of sympathy, and some guilt, seeing Daniil’s lifeless expression. Maybe if he had been a better doctor, he could have saved the other man from all the torment he no doubt endured. If he had just been more thorough, more intelligent…

“Was it worth it?” 

The words stabbed into Artemy’s ears, though Daniil had not made them sharp. He hadn’t relinquished the hold his eyes had on Artemy’s, either. 

Still, he didn’t hesitate as he replied, “Undeniably.”

Continue Reading on AO3

[dragon0flies]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Мор. Утопия | Pathologic Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Artemiy Burakh | Artemy Burakh/Daniel Dankovskiy | Daniil Dankovsky, Artemiy Burakh | Artemy Burakh & Daniel Dankovskiy | Daniil Dankovsky & Klara | Clara Characters: Daniel Dankovskiy | Daniil Dankovsky, Artemiy Burakh | Artemy Burakh, Klara | Clara (Pathologic), Aglaya Lilich, Alexander Block Additional Tags: Post-Utopian Ending (Pathologic), Post-Canon, Hurt No Comfort, a lot of the main characters are dead before this starts sorry :( Series: Part 1 of oh world, oh prison dingy white, oh ghostly shadow grey Summary:

The outcome was known before Daniil walked into the Cathedral.

[thanathicca]

Do you like futuristic AUs? Do you like Burakh-Dankovsky friendship? Are you interested in Utopian ideology being taken to strange conclusions?

Good thing our 22nd century Thanatica AU, imperare sibi maximum imperium est, is updating on AO3! Check out Chapter 9 today!

[waifuofbath]

So, as of today, LaraBlock is the second pairing to hit three-digit numbers in Patho ao3.