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Stringent
Meteorite
- Joined
- Nov 18, 2017
Hello there! I'm Stringent, and I'm a lover of stories. I'm looking for an exceptional partner, and I'm hoping that's you. I love character driven plots. The time and place are not nearly as important as the people, and that's what I want to explore through our writing. Here's how this goes.
No plots.
No pairings.
Pick a picture, pick a poem, tell me what comes to mind.
But first...
Who I'm looking for
I'll be honest, I'm looking for very literate writers. I'm pretty selective with my partners, in that I know exactly who I'm looking for. I have a passion for sentence structure, which means that run on sentences can ruin a post for me. I don't mind the occasional typo, but I am looking for someone who can craft beautifully written posts. I really am looking for novel quality writing. I know I'm picky, please don't take any offense to it. I've included two samples of my own writing below. Please note that they're very short in comparison to what I might write in a normal post. Of course, posts vary depending on the scene, but I've written upwards of 10,000 words for intros. If this seems daunting, we might not be the best fit. Feel free to explore my current stories. Character development is also very important to me. I'm looking for mature, layered, realistic characters.
I'm looking for someone who can match the quality of these samples.
I am looking for someone to play a male character, opposite a female character of my own.
I am looking for someone who crafts incredible characters. I want depth, development, flaws, quirks, and realism. In other words, I'm looking to play people, not archetypes. Cliche's can be fun, but I need characters to have layers.
I am looking for someone who is excited to be invested in the creation of our story, and active in moving the plot along. I'm not here to drag your lifeless body through a roleplay. I want to create plots together, not spew ideas until you find one that suits you. Half the fun is creating something that suits both your tastes.
I prefer two strong characters over a dom/sub any day. I love characters who have different agendas, interests, and wants. I love conflict.
I'm looking for someone who can match the quality of these samples.
The world was frozen; silent at last in the amber glow of morning. She was certain time itself had paused in the midst of the sunrise, as though it had looked down upon the earth and realized it should have turned back. The red in the sky could not compete with the red of the earth, a shocking shade of scarlet that could only be achieved in death. Death stained the grass, the dirt, the small patches of heather that had been purple the evening prior. She had lost battles before, but the scene that stretched before her did not speak of defeat in war.
This was slaughter.
The pounding of her heart synchronized with the thud of her boots as she climbed the hill, stepping around the bodies of the fallen. Every footfall seemed heavier than the last, building with the crushing weight in her chest, as her eyes scanned the faces of those who had been lost in the chaos. They were fixed in agony and fear, their eyes empty, as though they had seen there was nothing to fight for. As though they had seen the end of the world...And truly, it was the end.
Her foot dragged as she finally reached the top, and the air fled her lungs in a gasp that broke the silence. Breathless, she looked over the valley in which they come to their ruin. The scarlet stain of bodies stretched for miles, massacred like pieces of meat that had been thrown to the hounds. Without the chance to age and brown, the gore was still shining like the glint of armor in that bloody sunrise. This dawn, this new day, would be the end of her. Her kingdom had been brought to its knees; and then massacred, because bowing was no longer enough.
She might have fallen herself, had a pair of strong hands not reached out to grip the armor at her waist. Every nerve in her body sang with alarm as those fingers found the place below her ribs, and squeezed with a force that was inhuman. The sharp sound of the metal met her ears as her armor bent inwards, pressing against her skin with threatening force. He was reminding her, in no uncertain terms, that he had every right to crush her. It would be a cruel death; perhaps a fitting one, after what she'd done to him. When she gave no acknowledgement of his presence he pulled her back a step, forcing her against his chest in a move that was all too familiar. There was no tenderness now, but a reminder of the vow she had broken to him.
"I warned you."
"I had to try."
The grip at her waist tightened, causing a sharp pain to shoot through the lowest of her ribs. She would not give him the satisfaction of cringing; she would not flinch in the face of death. The cost of her betrayal had always been clear, but she had not expected that it would have no purpose. She had believed, with every fiber of her being, that this was a battle she could win. The sea of death before them was nothing but a reminder of how wrong she'd been. Her eyes burned with angry tears as he leaned forward, pressing his jaw against the curve of her cheek.
"I told you that you would fail."
"I couldn't have lived with myself..."
"How convenient, that you won't have to."
When she closed her eyes against sun, all she could see was red.
This was slaughter.
The pounding of her heart synchronized with the thud of her boots as she climbed the hill, stepping around the bodies of the fallen. Every footfall seemed heavier than the last, building with the crushing weight in her chest, as her eyes scanned the faces of those who had been lost in the chaos. They were fixed in agony and fear, their eyes empty, as though they had seen there was nothing to fight for. As though they had seen the end of the world...And truly, it was the end.
Her foot dragged as she finally reached the top, and the air fled her lungs in a gasp that broke the silence. Breathless, she looked over the valley in which they come to their ruin. The scarlet stain of bodies stretched for miles, massacred like pieces of meat that had been thrown to the hounds. Without the chance to age and brown, the gore was still shining like the glint of armor in that bloody sunrise. This dawn, this new day, would be the end of her. Her kingdom had been brought to its knees; and then massacred, because bowing was no longer enough.
She might have fallen herself, had a pair of strong hands not reached out to grip the armor at her waist. Every nerve in her body sang with alarm as those fingers found the place below her ribs, and squeezed with a force that was inhuman. The sharp sound of the metal met her ears as her armor bent inwards, pressing against her skin with threatening force. He was reminding her, in no uncertain terms, that he had every right to crush her. It would be a cruel death; perhaps a fitting one, after what she'd done to him. When she gave no acknowledgement of his presence he pulled her back a step, forcing her against his chest in a move that was all too familiar. There was no tenderness now, but a reminder of the vow she had broken to him.
"I warned you."
"I had to try."
The grip at her waist tightened, causing a sharp pain to shoot through the lowest of her ribs. She would not give him the satisfaction of cringing; she would not flinch in the face of death. The cost of her betrayal had always been clear, but she had not expected that it would have no purpose. She had believed, with every fiber of her being, that this was a battle she could win. The sea of death before them was nothing but a reminder of how wrong she'd been. Her eyes burned with angry tears as he leaned forward, pressing his jaw against the curve of her cheek.
"I told you that you would fail."
"I couldn't have lived with myself..."
"How convenient, that you won't have to."
When she closed her eyes against sun, all she could see was red.
He’d caught her off guard.
A pale, bony frame was bent over the long spindles of her legs where she knelt. Cut down like a wounded doe, dripping blood as it waited to see if the hunter would kill before fate could. Forearms braced against the ground, she’d all but collapsed from the cold, breathing in the fresh scent of cold, damp earth as she panted. It was painful, aching like knives against her skin as she tried to slow her pounding heart.
The sound was so vicious she didn’t hear him, until that rasping voice called through the haze of her frozen trance. Wide blue eyes snapped to meet his as she rose abruptly up onto her knees, body tense at the sight of him. He was a nightmare. Massive, muscled, cock straining against the sodden fabric of his trousers. Paint ran down his body like the teardrops of defiled maidens, catching on the planes of muscles that a man of his status had no use for.
“Jesus Christ.”
A remnant from her childhood fell past her lips, the worst words a lady could utter. But he’d shocked her, thoroughly, and there seemed no better sentiment now. Indeed, Jesus Christ was who you called upon in such times. But she had been so certain of her plan, so determined in her calculations that they would not be paired. He’d known, hadn’t he? He’d told her, and she hadn’t believed him.
This was her penance. This mind numbing shock that left her falling back down against her hip like the wounded animal she was. For once she was unarmed, uncertain, and unprepared for the animal stalking towards her. He was little more than that, fixing her with a predatory gaze that begged her to run. But she was not a doe, was she? She was not stupid. Running solved nothing, and she’d already lost the game. Vivian would have to endure whatever he’d planned out for her, the consequence for losing her temper.
Something hot coiled in the pit of her stomach, the only piece of warmth left in her body. It settled into a throb of anticipation between her legs, foreign and filled with uncertainty. She remembered how it felt. She knew what he would do, when he found his way between her thighs. She looked like a foreign creature beneath the moonlight, eyes wide as ever, sharp mouth tinged blue with the cold. As a child, she’d played at being a mermaid.
But mermaids were sirens, and they shredded sailors with their teeth.
The world was cruel. This night was cruel. But she could read in his face that she’d made a mistake. The creature before her had enjoyed the chase, enjoyed the hunt, enjoyed the site of her helpless on the ground. He wanted her to run, or fight, or banter with him. At the very least, she could deprive him of that.
“I remember all of your empty threats.” Bored. Tired, perhaps. And she was. She was exhausted to her bones, shivering in her place on the ground. Breath rushed out in puffs of steam, and she leaned to prop herself up against one hand.
“Go on then.” Not a dare, but an invitation. It tasted like bitter defeat on her tongue.
A pale, bony frame was bent over the long spindles of her legs where she knelt. Cut down like a wounded doe, dripping blood as it waited to see if the hunter would kill before fate could. Forearms braced against the ground, she’d all but collapsed from the cold, breathing in the fresh scent of cold, damp earth as she panted. It was painful, aching like knives against her skin as she tried to slow her pounding heart.
The sound was so vicious she didn’t hear him, until that rasping voice called through the haze of her frozen trance. Wide blue eyes snapped to meet his as she rose abruptly up onto her knees, body tense at the sight of him. He was a nightmare. Massive, muscled, cock straining against the sodden fabric of his trousers. Paint ran down his body like the teardrops of defiled maidens, catching on the planes of muscles that a man of his status had no use for.
“Jesus Christ.”
A remnant from her childhood fell past her lips, the worst words a lady could utter. But he’d shocked her, thoroughly, and there seemed no better sentiment now. Indeed, Jesus Christ was who you called upon in such times. But she had been so certain of her plan, so determined in her calculations that they would not be paired. He’d known, hadn’t he? He’d told her, and she hadn’t believed him.
This was her penance. This mind numbing shock that left her falling back down against her hip like the wounded animal she was. For once she was unarmed, uncertain, and unprepared for the animal stalking towards her. He was little more than that, fixing her with a predatory gaze that begged her to run. But she was not a doe, was she? She was not stupid. Running solved nothing, and she’d already lost the game. Vivian would have to endure whatever he’d planned out for her, the consequence for losing her temper.
Something hot coiled in the pit of her stomach, the only piece of warmth left in her body. It settled into a throb of anticipation between her legs, foreign and filled with uncertainty. She remembered how it felt. She knew what he would do, when he found his way between her thighs. She looked like a foreign creature beneath the moonlight, eyes wide as ever, sharp mouth tinged blue with the cold. As a child, she’d played at being a mermaid.
But mermaids were sirens, and they shredded sailors with their teeth.
The world was cruel. This night was cruel. But she could read in his face that she’d made a mistake. The creature before her had enjoyed the chase, enjoyed the hunt, enjoyed the site of her helpless on the ground. He wanted her to run, or fight, or banter with him. At the very least, she could deprive him of that.
“I remember all of your empty threats.” Bored. Tired, perhaps. And she was. She was exhausted to her bones, shivering in her place on the ground. Breath rushed out in puffs of steam, and she leaned to prop herself up against one hand.
“Go on then.” Not a dare, but an invitation. It tasted like bitter defeat on her tongue.
I am looking for someone who crafts incredible characters. I want depth, development, flaws, quirks, and realism. In other words, I'm looking to play people, not archetypes. Cliche's can be fun, but I need characters to have layers.
I am looking for someone who is excited to be invested in the creation of our story, and active in moving the plot along. I'm not here to drag your lifeless body through a roleplay. I want to create plots together, not spew ideas until you find one that suits you. Half the fun is creating something that suits both your tastes.
I prefer two strong characters over a dom/sub any day. I love characters who have different agendas, interests, and wants. I love conflict.
What's important to me
Communication is key. You will not offend me, so please be honest about your likes and dislikes. If the story has gone off course and you want to backtrack, tell me. If your muse is dead, tell me. If you're not actually going to be online when you said, tell me. If you hate my character, if you need a nap, if you want to take a week to rest, just let me know. I will do the same.
Mature content will be a part of our story. For more information, see below.
I love darker themes, so I'm not interested in writing a 'happy go lucky' slice of life. While I love medieval fantasy, Victorian era, and sci fi, my interest in the setting depends on the actual plot.
I want to write something full of feeling. I want that spark of inspiration that keeps you up at night, waking up too early to see if you have a reply.
I want you to love what we're writing as much as I do. Mutual interest is so important, especially for the longevity of a roleplay.
Mature content will be a part of our story. For more information, see below.
I love darker themes, so I'm not interested in writing a 'happy go lucky' slice of life. While I love medieval fantasy, Victorian era, and sci fi, my interest in the setting depends on the actual plot.
I want to write something full of feeling. I want that spark of inspiration that keeps you up at night, waking up too early to see if you have a reply.
I want you to love what we're writing as much as I do. Mutual interest is so important, especially for the longevity of a roleplay.
Mature Content
Now, onto the good stuff. I have no limits on gore, language, violence, or sexual content. In other words, I have no limit of how graphic any of these concepts can get. Please note: Sexual content will not be the main focus in the story. It might be frequent, if the story demands it, but I am not looking to write a purely smutty roleplay. Intimacy between characters is something I consider a character interaction, and it should serve a purpose and move the plot along. This will be a story centered story.
If you are interested, please send me a writing sample. A writing sample is the best representation of your writing, free from grammatical errors. it should be third person, past tense, and from a male perspective. Please do not send me erotic scenes as writing samples. If my tastes don’t quite suite yours, or you’ve got an idea you’re not sure I will like, please share anyways. I like trying new things.
Pick your poison.
Special note: I'm currently craving something medieval and witchy.
Like wine, I told her
Sweet, but not sweet
Pretty lies burn the back of your throat
A beauty so rare that none would compare
It left every suitor to choke
Men struggled for air when they saw she was there
Turned to blue in their lips and their toes
Line wine, warm inside
But bitter and dry
The bottle was merely a cloak
Sweet, but not sweet
Pretty lies burn the back of your throat
A beauty so rare that none would compare
It left every suitor to choke
Men struggled for air when they saw she was there
Turned to blue in their lips and their toes
Line wine, warm inside
But bitter and dry
The bottle was merely a cloak
Slick stone steps shone under sorrow
Pale fingers towards the sky
He watched blood trickle, thick like sweet liquor
Wondered, wondered why
But who could break a borrowed soul?
She was never more than pretty
And though, now dead, that bleeding red
His love for her was tricky
Pale fingers towards the sky
He watched blood trickle, thick like sweet liquor
Wondered, wondered why
But who could break a borrowed soul?
She was never more than pretty
And though, now dead, that bleeding red
His love for her was tricky
You make it, you break it
I'll fix it, you'll hate it
Don't ask me why summer ends
Here now, gone tomorrow
Borrowed words, borrowed sorrow
Our love is too cold for this bed
You'd say that you'd love me, if my soul weren't so ugly
And I'd wonder how sure could you be?
I make it, you break it
Don't fix me, I hate it
Just put your cold arms around me
I'll fix it, you'll hate it
Don't ask me why summer ends
Here now, gone tomorrow
Borrowed words, borrowed sorrow
Our love is too cold for this bed
You'd say that you'd love me, if my soul weren't so ugly
And I'd wonder how sure could you be?
I make it, you break it
Don't fix me, I hate it
Just put your cold arms around me
