northerner
Meteorite
- Joined
- May 24, 2021
- Location
- Canada
Northerner's Partner Search
hello! do you like mxm pairings? do you like dark, gritty themes? do you like complex characters? do you like flexible, creative partners who love to collaborate and pull their own weight? read on!
hello! do you like mxm pairings? do you like dark, gritty themes? do you like complex characters? do you like flexible, creative partners who love to collaborate and pull their own weight? read on!
I…
❃ am northerner/north. i’m in my late twenties and have a pretty decent amount of experience roleplaying (neopets pals, holla at ya girl). i am in the EST and work a soul sucking 9-5.
❃ write anywhere from 2 paragraphs to 10+ (somewhere in the middle being my preference). i’m a detailed, dedicated writer, and am looking to collaborate with folks who share my love for the craft. you can expect healthy doses of exposition and descriptive writing in the third person, past tense.
❃ will usually reply once a day, but from time to time i may need a few to recharge when my job gets hectic. sometimes i can even pump out a few back-and-forths if my day is really slow and i have the muse.
❃ don’t need constant communication, and i myself am not always available to chat on the daily, but a good rapport in ooc keeps me that much more invested in the plot, and more comfortable bouncing ideas back and forth. i’m pretty chill, pretty friendly, and a bit of a goof. oh and i am always up to swap songs/playlists/memes/moodboards that relate to our story! and pet pics, of course.
❃ play mxm and mxnb pairings. trans characters are welcome, of course, but please no fetishy language (futa, shemale, cuntboy, to name a few). my characters are almost always switches. i like writing morally grey pretty boys (this is absolutely not a hard rule), but if that’s not your jam, let me know - i can write characters who are anywhere from sweet and soft to utterly villainous sadists (my speciality, honestly, but i am all villained-out these days), i can make it work. i also am not terribly interested in doubling up main OCs, but ideally we’ll both write side characters when needed. being able to write supporting characters is important to me - let's flesh this world out!
❃ am an absolute perfectionist. i will do a reasonable amount of research while writing, especially for historical settings. i don't expect 100% accuracy, of course, this is a hobby, let's not stress out - but if our characters are in the victorian era, you can expect lots of little references to events/laws/social norms specific to the time, and if your character is walking around in sneakers, it will rub me the wrong way.
❃ have played some really engaging platonic pairings before but lately am drawn more towards romance. what can i say, i’m all mush under the gore and horror.
❃ don’t really have any triggers - let me know what yours are and i’ll be very mindful! oh, and mentioned non-descriptively and in passing for character background/plot progression purposes is okay, but otherwise, no child or animal abuse.
❃ can go with or without face claims, am not fussed about whether they are drawn or realistic, and character sheets are optional. a moodboard is always welcome. i am confident in my written descriptions, so if you want to stick to that, i am more than happy to oblige.
❃ prefer to write over PMs and threads. i don’t mind using discord to brainstorm but i don’t like using it for roleplaying.
❃ feel weird having to write this but it seems i must - i have a partner i adore, and i am not interested in taking things to a non platonic place OOC! don't make things weird, please.
You…
❃ are over 18.
❃ are willing to brainstorm ideas together - please don’t make me come up with everything on my own, it makes me sadmad.
❃ will reply at least once every other week - i’m very patient! the chances of me bumping you are quite literally zero. but after a month i’m probably going to assume you’re done if i haven’t heard from you. i will never be cross if you ask for a hiatus or let me know you’re no longer interested. i don’t love being ghosted, but i’m not going to chase after you if you do, and i am also a tad anxious, so. consider me ghost friendly. it can be hard to tell somebody you're not feeling it.
❃ won’t bump me incessantly for a response. i do my best to get a reply out daily, but sometimes i can’t. nothing makes me less excited to write than a thinly veiled attempt at prodding me with a ‘what’s up’ when it’s only been like, three days. chill, please! i hate to sound like a dick but this is my biggest pet peeve. i’m either busy, or low on muse, and a bump is not going to fix either of those things - but it will make me cranky.
❃ are a solid writer with a good grasp on grammar and spelling, and who likes delving into your character’s headspace and fleshing them out. if you give me believable character development and natural dialogue i will follow you to the ends of the earth. if you want to write out a twisted acid-trip of a dream sequence or describe a hostile planet’s terrain down to the sand beneath YC’s feet or introduce fascinating and useful side characters to further the plot, i will die for you.
❃ won’t send me a one or two liner, please, don’t do this to me. i totally understand the appeal of rapidfire, casual roleplays, but if that is your preference, i am not the partner for you. i will include a writing sample at the bottom of this post - i urge you to take a look and decide if our writing styles match up.
❃ are alright with darker themes. i will absolutely take heed of your triggers if you tell me what they are, but fair warning, while i love a good romance subplot and some authentic fluff, i get very bored very fast if there isn’t action and mayhem and a solid dose of misery to help our OCs develop over the course of the plot. slice of life outside of a short-term smut story just doesn’t appeal to me unless it's got a real fun plot.
NSFW
❃ i prefer writing switches, and would greatly appreciate a partner who is similar in that regard. i am also charmed by soft pretty boys doting on each other - give me this and i will do anything for you. essentially, very strict sub/dom stereotypes bore me.
❃ i am sometimes willing to write a short term smut centric plot (and for these i can happily write a top or bottom character instead of a switch), but more often than not i’m more interested in long term stories where smut is sprinkled in here and there.
❃ if you want my F-List, ask and ye shall receive.
❃ i am happy with anything from fading to black, to soft, less graphic sex scenes, to outright degeneracy. i draw the line at most gore in a sexual scene (disemboweling, wound fucking, amputation, extreme blood loss) but am cool with some blood, branding, hitting, etc. pain is no problem for the most part.
NO
bathroom play ❃ toe sucking ❃ furries ❃ bestiality ❃ age regression/littles ❃ underage characters ❃ vore
YES
age gaps ❃ sadomasochism ❃ breath play ❃ bondage ❃ face slapping ❃ size differences ❃ dirty talk ❃ degradation/humiliation ❃ double or more penetration ❃ face fucking ❃ noncon/dubcon ❃ dacryphilia ❃ hair pulling ❃ scratching ❃ biting ❃ orgasm denial ❃ mindbreak ❃ sexual exhaustion ❃ blackmail ❃ master/slave ❃ somnophilia ❃ spanking ❃ nipple play ❃ monsters ❃ romantic sex ❃ aftercare ❃ daddy kink (to an extent) ❃ cross dressing ❃ adultery
Wordbank
low and high fantasy ❃ modern ❃ historical ❃ post apocalyptic ❃ science fiction ❃ horror ❃ true crime ❃ romance ❃ slow burn ❃ supernatural elements ❃ mysteries ❃ superpowers ❃ grimdark ❃ demons ❃ vampires ❃ war ❃ zombies ❃ mafia ❃ attack on titan ❃ black butler ❃ bnha ❃ the last of us ❃ sex work ❃ stockholm syndrome ❃ obsession ❃ monsters ❃ the fae ❃ hot for teacher ❃ addiction ❃ adultery ❃ sugar babies ❃ aliens ❃ western ❃ assassins ❃ magic ❃ dark academia ❃ haunted house ❃ dystopia ❃ ancient greek/egyptian/roman/norse mythology ❃ power imbalance ❃ lovers to enemies ❃ enemies to lovers ❃ cult ❃ world building ❃ adventuring ❃ time travel ❃ band drama ❃ stepbrothers
bathroom play ❃ toe sucking ❃ furries ❃ bestiality ❃ age regression/littles ❃ underage characters ❃ vore
YES
age gaps ❃ sadomasochism ❃ breath play ❃ bondage ❃ face slapping ❃ size differences ❃ dirty talk ❃ degradation/humiliation ❃ double or more penetration ❃ face fucking ❃ noncon/dubcon ❃ dacryphilia ❃ hair pulling ❃ scratching ❃ biting ❃ orgasm denial ❃ mindbreak ❃ sexual exhaustion ❃ blackmail ❃ master/slave ❃ somnophilia ❃ spanking ❃ nipple play ❃ monsters ❃ romantic sex ❃ aftercare ❃ daddy kink (to an extent) ❃ cross dressing ❃ adultery
Wordbank
low and high fantasy ❃ modern ❃ historical ❃ post apocalyptic ❃ science fiction ❃ horror ❃ true crime ❃ romance ❃ slow burn ❃ supernatural elements ❃ mysteries ❃ superpowers ❃ grimdark ❃ demons ❃ vampires ❃ war ❃ zombies ❃ mafia ❃ attack on titan ❃ black butler ❃ bnha ❃ the last of us ❃ sex work ❃ stockholm syndrome ❃ obsession ❃ monsters ❃ the fae ❃ hot for teacher ❃ addiction ❃ adultery ❃ sugar babies ❃ aliens ❃ western ❃ assassins ❃ magic ❃ dark academia ❃ haunted house ❃ dystopia ❃ ancient greek/egyptian/roman/norse mythology ❃ power imbalance ❃ lovers to enemies ❃ enemies to lovers ❃ cult ❃ world building ❃ adventuring ❃ time travel ❃ band drama ❃ stepbrothers
~ for fandoms, i prefer OCxOC, but if you really want to play a canon character, we can definitely discuss it.
Pairings
these are in no particular order, and probably missing a near endless number of pairings i'd be interested in. if there's something you have in mind and don't see it below, definitely just ask!
- human x supernatural entity (demons, witches, vampires, fae, ghosties, aliens, etc)
- supernatural entity x supernatural entity
- celebrity x fan
- band member x band member
- bully x bullied
- brother x brother
- stepbrother x stepbrother
- closeted x out
- boss x employee
- babysitter x employer
- professor x student
- kidnapper x victim
- sex worker x client
- stripper x patron
- assassin x target
- cult leader x victim
- god x worshipper
- detective x killer
- survivor x survivor
- addict x dealer
- prince x guard
- nobleman x servant
- bounty hunter x target
- android x scientist/purchaser
- slave x master
Plots
Aw Shit, Zombies? Seriously?
Aw Shit, Zombies? Seriously?
They were neighbors in a shabby little apartment complex in the middle of the city. They don't lend each other a wrench or some sugar, they don't nod when they pass each other in the hall, they don't chat at their doorways before ducking in after work. They hate each other's guts. Why? We can figure that out as I don't want to dictate what YC will be like, but I'm thinking noise complaints, general yin and yang headbutting, things like that.
MC's boyfriend comes home after work complaining about some psychopath who ran up and bit his arm. MC patches him up, heats up some Chinese leftovers, and they settle down to watch Seinfeld reruns when all of a sudden the love of his life is foaming at the mouth, pinning him to the couch, snapping his jaws and snarling. MC escapes, barricades his boyfriend in the unit, and in his hysteria, runs screaming for help to the closest neighbor he has.
How will these boys fare the zombie apocalypse together? Will they learn to work as a team, will they end up BOINKING? That's... kinda the plan.
I'm looking for lots of blood and gore and horror for this one, with a solid foes to friends to lovers arc fraught with sexual tension, bad blood, fear, and desperate bids for survival. Let's get scared. Let's throw them into precarious situations that they escape by the skin of their teeth. Let's have them fighting other human factions down the line. Let's have them looting for supplies. Let's world build a city that has just succumbed to the rise of the undead. Let's encourage some believable and intriguing character development. Let's fuck up some zombies.
Incredible. A speeding ticket. Not even ten minutes away from the pin on his map.
And wasn’t that just fucking typical?
The vexed dart of his eyes split its time between watching the road and glaring at the slip of paper he’d crumpled in a fit of rage and tossed up on the dashboard. He hit a bump in the road and the balled up ticket rolled forward, dropped, and bounced somewhere dark and deep beneath his seat.
He punched his steering wheel a lot. It was his first car, a black 2000 Honda Civic bought at eighteen when he finally scraped together the cash, courtesy of many a lousy shift spent dishwashing. After five years together, the damn thing could probably take out a restraining order on him. But this time he hit it hard enough to hurt, and Rowan sucked in a hiss and cradled the smarting hand in his lap.
The forest loomed dense and fresh overhead, flanking his vehicle on either side of the road and swallowing him and nearly everything he owned up in its rich, vast green. He’d come here to shed the parts of himself that shrieked and shambled, though he’d known it to be a fool’s errand from the get go. But he had memories here, good ones, and what went down in Calgary had him overwhelmed with a childish yearning for the past. What was salvageable of it, at least. What he still wanted to taste again.
The young man behind the wheel was rugged and soft in equal measure, the former achieved cosmetically, the latter inescapable. The ripped jeans, the cropped Evergreen Terrace tee, the dusty Docs, the tattoos. It all screamed Look at me, and leave me alone. I can’t be hurt. It served as a stark contrast to what lay beneath, miserably permanent. Gentle, freckled features, big eyes, a riot of auburn hair - a lamb in wolf’s clothing.
The side of his hand still ached by the time he cleared a bend in the bumpy road beneath his tires, his gaze falling upon the cabin from the ad, nestled in along the mountainside. The clearing of the trees surrounding the building revealed the peak of a neighboring mountain beyond, snow capped and jutting jagged and sharp in the sky, and his heart sang at the sight of it.
And standing outside the cabin was Nick - or, Rowan had to assume it was, at least. Their communication had been limited. No photos exchanged, although he’d been curious to verify that the guy was indeed his age and not some old pervert - though half of that could still be true. The mountains had a way of bringing out all that was strange in a soul, all the untapped good, and likely the bad, too. Rowan had not discounted the guy might be a loon, and he’d come prepared.
His mind was a gritty thing, and with it, he figured he could grey-rock a monsoon into abating.
And wasn’t that just fucking typical?
The vexed dart of his eyes split its time between watching the road and glaring at the slip of paper he’d crumpled in a fit of rage and tossed up on the dashboard. He hit a bump in the road and the balled up ticket rolled forward, dropped, and bounced somewhere dark and deep beneath his seat.
He punched his steering wheel a lot. It was his first car, a black 2000 Honda Civic bought at eighteen when he finally scraped together the cash, courtesy of many a lousy shift spent dishwashing. After five years together, the damn thing could probably take out a restraining order on him. But this time he hit it hard enough to hurt, and Rowan sucked in a hiss and cradled the smarting hand in his lap.
The forest loomed dense and fresh overhead, flanking his vehicle on either side of the road and swallowing him and nearly everything he owned up in its rich, vast green. He’d come here to shed the parts of himself that shrieked and shambled, though he’d known it to be a fool’s errand from the get go. But he had memories here, good ones, and what went down in Calgary had him overwhelmed with a childish yearning for the past. What was salvageable of it, at least. What he still wanted to taste again.
The young man behind the wheel was rugged and soft in equal measure, the former achieved cosmetically, the latter inescapable. The ripped jeans, the cropped Evergreen Terrace tee, the dusty Docs, the tattoos. It all screamed Look at me, and leave me alone. I can’t be hurt. It served as a stark contrast to what lay beneath, miserably permanent. Gentle, freckled features, big eyes, a riot of auburn hair - a lamb in wolf’s clothing.
The side of his hand still ached by the time he cleared a bend in the bumpy road beneath his tires, his gaze falling upon the cabin from the ad, nestled in along the mountainside. The clearing of the trees surrounding the building revealed the peak of a neighboring mountain beyond, snow capped and jutting jagged and sharp in the sky, and his heart sang at the sight of it.
And standing outside the cabin was Nick - or, Rowan had to assume it was, at least. Their communication had been limited. No photos exchanged, although he’d been curious to verify that the guy was indeed his age and not some old pervert - though half of that could still be true. The mountains had a way of bringing out all that was strange in a soul, all the untapped good, and likely the bad, too. Rowan had not discounted the guy might be a loon, and he’d come prepared.
His mind was a gritty thing, and with it, he figured he could grey-rock a monsoon into abating.