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Meteorite
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- Feb 6, 2025
Hello, I'm Summer. 24 y/o, resident nerd. You seem to have found yourself on my request thread. Before you proceed, you should know that my interests are generally reserved for MxM pairings (I also enjoy M/F/M pairings - or the rare dominant Fem/submissive Male). If this doesn't interest you, you should probably move on.
Expectations:
I have a busy life and a low social battery. This means that I will generally reply about 1-2 times a week. I will try to provide notice if something disrupts this, but I'm placing my bar low, as to not disappoint. Enthusiastic communication preferred.
For the most part, I will match my partner's length on replies. I like to keep it between 3-5 paragraphs per reply. 300-1K words, but I usually average between 300-500 words per reply for the sake of flow. I will not be hurt if your reply length does not perfectly match mine. So long as it is all in the spirit of the plot, I'm all for it.
I am a fairly literate person who tends to seek out partners who are the same, so good spelling and decent grammar are important to me.
I dislike when a character's entire personality revolves around their position in bed. I find that it makes the character less interesting.
We're all adults here. We all have lives. No drama please. If you're bored or life is getting heavy, let me know. I'll do the same. That being said, I’m not going to harass you if you ghost me. It happens.
!! Hate and bigotry will NOT be tolerated. This is something that I am very fucking serious about. This is a safe space for the LGBTQ+ community, POC, my trans brothers and sisters, and people of all different backgrounds. If you believe anything otherwise, you're in the wrong fucking place. And remember: 'Punch a Nazi in the face day' is every day. !!
Now that’s out of the way: We're both here to write. Let's get down to the fun stuff!
Interests
A couple of my big interests are: fantasy & fantastical settings, non-human characters, and darker content. This includes toxic relationships, whump & general nastiness, gritty settings, twisted characters, and taboo themes. Villains are my favorite. This is not to say that I don't enjoy some fluff to balance out the angst - I think it's necessary, actually. I don't limit myself to playing just dominants or just submissives, and in fact prefer a good variety.
Writing Sample:
Plots and Cravings:
strikethrough indicates plot has been closed
***asterisk indicates plots of particular current interest
Futuristic/dystopian roleplay centering on a romance between a spoiled young man from an upper class background and a gladiator slave who is a secret member of an underground resistance movement.
>Classism & class issues, dubious consent, graphic depictions of violence, futuristic technology, size difference, consent issues (?)
A Fallout themed roleplay featuring fucked up Vault-Tec experiments, a gritty Wild West wasteland, freaky beasties, and more. **I have personal interest in playing a ghoul character, if that at all interests you! My favorite ghoul from the series is Charon, but for the purposes of this roleplay, I will likely create an original character (unless...). Ghoul/Vaultie or Ghoul/Wastelander. Amoral characters preferred. I don't have a specific plot drawn up for this one yet, as it will depend heavily on our characters and preferences.
>given that the setting is Fallout, there will be mentions or involvement of: graphic depictions of violence, slavery, etc.
***An Alien/Na'vi roleplay. (This one's for the monsterfuckers.)
This will be a crossover between Alien (1979) and James Cameron's Avatar, which, as you may have guessed, will result in a xenomorph/na'vi hybrid! Terrifying, right? But also, like... kinda sexy~?
Pairing options include: Alien/Scientist, Alien/Marine, ***Hybrid Xeno/Captured Na'vi Tribesmember
>consent issues, species difference, laboratory setting, size difference, teratophilia
***A Borderlands roleplay.
What it says on the tin. Just some good ol' gritty Pandora goodness, with all the guns, blood, and scag brains that may entail. Pairing options include: Handsome Jack/Rhys, Handsome Jack/Vault Hunter OC, Handsome Jack/Zer0, Handsome Jack/Nisha/Vault Hunter, etc. Feel free to suggest a pairing to me, I'll more than likely be into it. (Plot to be determined by pairing. I have a couple of ideas.) As you may have guessed, I am highly interested in playing as Jack, which will bring a certain level of... personality. Be advised for sensitive content (because it's Jack), dubious consent, guns, death threats, and a whole lot of shit talking.
Assorted Pairings:
Vampire/Vampire Hunter
Monster/Monster Hunter
Captive Vampire/Werewolf
Crime Boss/Vigilante
Knight/Princess/Dragon*
(*When I say dragon, I mean the shape-shifting, highly intelligent and sapient D&D version. A dragon that can switch between forms at will, cast spells, plot, scheme, and subterfuge.)
Alpha/Alpha
Submissive Alpha/Dominant Omega
Dark Elf/Sun (or Moon) Elf
Gladiator Slave/Noble
Elf/Orc
Expectations:
I have a busy life and a low social battery. This means that I will generally reply about 1-2 times a week. I will try to provide notice if something disrupts this, but I'm placing my bar low, as to not disappoint. Enthusiastic communication preferred.
For the most part, I will match my partner's length on replies. I like to keep it between 3-5 paragraphs per reply. 300-1K words, but I usually average between 300-500 words per reply for the sake of flow. I will not be hurt if your reply length does not perfectly match mine. So long as it is all in the spirit of the plot, I'm all for it.
I am a fairly literate person who tends to seek out partners who are the same, so good spelling and decent grammar are important to me.
I dislike when a character's entire personality revolves around their position in bed. I find that it makes the character less interesting.
We're all adults here. We all have lives. No drama please. If you're bored or life is getting heavy, let me know. I'll do the same. That being said, I’m not going to harass you if you ghost me. It happens.
!! Hate and bigotry will NOT be tolerated. This is something that I am very fucking serious about. This is a safe space for the LGBTQ+ community, POC, my trans brothers and sisters, and people of all different backgrounds. If you believe anything otherwise, you're in the wrong fucking place. And remember: 'Punch a Nazi in the face day' is every day. !!
Now that’s out of the way: We're both here to write. Let's get down to the fun stuff!
Interests
A couple of my big interests are: fantasy & fantastical settings, non-human characters, and darker content. This includes toxic relationships, whump & general nastiness, gritty settings, twisted characters, and taboo themes. Villains are my favorite. This is not to say that I don't enjoy some fluff to balance out the angst - I think it's necessary, actually. I don't limit myself to playing just dominants or just submissives, and in fact prefer a good variety.
Settings:
YES: Fantasy, D&D, Space and Science Fiction, Dystopian, Supernatural, Historical/Period Pieces, Medieval, Horror, Modern Fairy Tale, A/B/O
NO: Slice of Life (I get bored.)
Themes:
YES: whump, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, romantic rivals, love triangles and polycules (Yes, I am fully aware that they're two different things), opposites attract, age gap, size difference, dubious consent and noncon (Comfort level discussed between writers beforehand), power play, power differences
NO: pregnancy, misogyny, targeted violence against women (It makes me very uncomfortable.)
Pairings:
types: M/M, M/F/M, M/M/M (trans, queer, and nonbinary characters welcome!!)
Fandoms:
Castlevania, Lord of the Rings, Mad Max, Fallout, Star Wars, Alien, Mass Effect, Dungeons & Dragons, Dark Souls, Legend of Zelda, Bloodborne, Baldur's Gate... (and lots more.)
YES: Fantasy, D&D, Space and Science Fiction, Dystopian, Supernatural, Historical/Period Pieces, Medieval, Horror, Modern Fairy Tale, A/B/O
NO: Slice of Life (I get bored.)
Themes:
YES: whump, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, romantic rivals, love triangles and polycules (Yes, I am fully aware that they're two different things), opposites attract, age gap, size difference, dubious consent and noncon (Comfort level discussed between writers beforehand), power play, power differences
NO: pregnancy, misogyny, targeted violence against women (It makes me very uncomfortable.)
Pairings:
types: M/M, M/F/M, M/M/M (trans, queer, and nonbinary characters welcome!!)
Fandoms:
Castlevania, Lord of the Rings, Mad Max, Fallout, Star Wars, Alien, Mass Effect, Dungeons & Dragons, Dark Souls, Legend of Zelda, Bloodborne, Baldur's Gate... (and lots more.)
Writing Sample:
Desmond Drey really was quite small for an alpha.
Of course, this wasn’t the first time that Gabriel had thought such a thing to himself. Point of fact, when he had first taken the kid in, he had thought him a beta or maybe even an omega, between the way the kid never looked him in the eye and his quiet, reserved demeanor.
Gabriel, who’d hit a growth spurt at 14 and never really looked back, believed that the term for it was ‘late blooming’. Or, if you were one for nonsensical medical terms: ‘constitutionally delayed puberty & development’ or some bullshit.
Whatever.
It wasn’t until Drey had hit 16 that he’d finally started to bulk out. In increments, at first: just his shoulders broadening, pulling previously loose shirts tight across his lean chest. Then, he put on a couple of inches seemingly overnight, and his voice deepened an octave.
Gabriel had teased him, asking him if his balls had finally dropped. To this, Drey, literal as ever, had given him a furrowed-brow look, still not quite looking Gabriel in the eye, and explained that the concept of ‘ball dropping’ was an erroneous one. Gabriel had gotten a kick out of that one.
But then, over the next couple of months, the puppy fat had melted away, revealing the true shape of his face – a cut-glass jaw and scarred mongoloid cheekbones, the deep sockets of his glowering, mismatched eyes – and Gabriel had realized with abrupt and uncharacteristic clarity that the skinny little pup he’d coaxed off the streets was no more.
Even so, at 18, Drey was just a lean little whip of an alpha, still lacking any of the characteristic bulk (or demeanor ) of a red-blooded alpha male.
The latter was something that Gabriel painstakingly tried to bring to Drey’s awareness over the next few months, but to very few results, except for maybe Drey looking him in the eye even less.
One night over a bottle of bad vodka, Drey drunkenly referenced in passing that his father had been a beta. This had made a great deal of sense to Gabriel, especially the more he thought about it.
Of course Drey acted the way he did – because he had been raised by a beta.
Gabriel had felt briefly remorseful about some of the less tactful comments he’d made to the younger man about not acting enough like an alpha, then gotten over himself and made a private resolution. It was up to him to teach Drey how to act like an alpha.
This, of course, was easier said than done. Drey was nothing if not stubborn. Irritatingly, he had a knack for sensing Gabriel’s intent too, like a doe catching the hunter’s scent, and would often make himself scarce when Gabriel made to seek him out.
This wouldn’t do. An alpha did not run from conflict. He confronted it. Then, he put an end to it.
What with the cramped living situation of the tiny, shitty apartment they rented together, this could only go on for so long. Two alphas sharing space, even an alpha as peculiar as Drey, was bound to spark a fight eventually. Especially now that Drey was well on his way to being full grown.
It went about as Gabriel had expected it would go.
It was a Wednesday night. Drey had just gotten back from his dead-end little job an hour ago and immediately retreated to the back of the apartment for a shower. From the way he left his boots with the laces untucked by the front door, it was clear that he intended to leave again, so Gabriel had planted his ass on the couch and waited.
When Drey emerged, hair still damp around his shoulders, he’d taken one look at where Gabriel was sitting, facing the door, and gotten a distinctly hunted look to his eyes.
Gabriel flicked a piece of lint he’d picked from his shirt off to the side, meeting the younger man’s mismatched eyes with his dark ones directly.
“Going somewhere? That’s fine. I wanted to have a little chat first.”
Drey glanced furtively at the door.
Flatly: “Can it wait?”
Gabriel rolled his eyes and stood to his full height. It was like Drey thought that Gabriel couldn’t see him slowly edging towards the door. Come on. Drey might have been a slippery bastard, definitely faster than Gabriel, but Gabriel wasn’t stupid .
“No, Drey. It can’t wait, because I’m not gonna let you ignore me for another week, alright? So sit your ass down.” He jerked his thumb back at the couch, expression expectant. “We need to have a conversation.”
Gabriel adjusted his posture minutely, trying to keep the set of his shoulders firm but not rigid, his expression mild, but it was hard to ignore the sharp scent in the air, all but radiating off from the kid. Threatened. Hackles up.
He kept looking at the door even as he slunk over to the couch, seating himself on the far end of it, practically as far away from Gabriel as he could manage. Gabriel barely resisted rolling his eyes. God. Teenagers .
“I wanted to talk to you about something that you’re not going to like. So don’t jump down my throat, alright?”
Gabriel cleared his throat. "How old are you now, pup?"
"Why?"
"Fuck me, just answer the question."
Reticently: "Eighteen."
A round of applause for the lucky winner!
"That wasn't so hard, was it? Great. To the point, then, Drey, you've been through some big changes lately. Physically and mentally. I know for a fact that you're feeling that shit too, because I can smell it in the air every time you walk in the fucking door. But… "
How the fuck did he put this delicately? Gabriel blew out a sigh. Ah, fuck it.
"You're still acting like a bitch," Gabriel said conclusively. Drey's eyes snapped to his face, brows drawing together in a scowl. "And that's a problem."
Come on. Take the bait.
Of course, this wasn’t the first time that Gabriel had thought such a thing to himself. Point of fact, when he had first taken the kid in, he had thought him a beta or maybe even an omega, between the way the kid never looked him in the eye and his quiet, reserved demeanor.
Gabriel, who’d hit a growth spurt at 14 and never really looked back, believed that the term for it was ‘late blooming’. Or, if you were one for nonsensical medical terms: ‘constitutionally delayed puberty & development’ or some bullshit.
Whatever.
It wasn’t until Drey had hit 16 that he’d finally started to bulk out. In increments, at first: just his shoulders broadening, pulling previously loose shirts tight across his lean chest. Then, he put on a couple of inches seemingly overnight, and his voice deepened an octave.
Gabriel had teased him, asking him if his balls had finally dropped. To this, Drey, literal as ever, had given him a furrowed-brow look, still not quite looking Gabriel in the eye, and explained that the concept of ‘ball dropping’ was an erroneous one. Gabriel had gotten a kick out of that one.
But then, over the next couple of months, the puppy fat had melted away, revealing the true shape of his face – a cut-glass jaw and scarred mongoloid cheekbones, the deep sockets of his glowering, mismatched eyes – and Gabriel had realized with abrupt and uncharacteristic clarity that the skinny little pup he’d coaxed off the streets was no more.
Even so, at 18, Drey was just a lean little whip of an alpha, still lacking any of the characteristic bulk (or demeanor ) of a red-blooded alpha male.
The latter was something that Gabriel painstakingly tried to bring to Drey’s awareness over the next few months, but to very few results, except for maybe Drey looking him in the eye even less.
One night over a bottle of bad vodka, Drey drunkenly referenced in passing that his father had been a beta. This had made a great deal of sense to Gabriel, especially the more he thought about it.
Of course Drey acted the way he did – because he had been raised by a beta.
Gabriel had felt briefly remorseful about some of the less tactful comments he’d made to the younger man about not acting enough like an alpha, then gotten over himself and made a private resolution. It was up to him to teach Drey how to act like an alpha.
This, of course, was easier said than done. Drey was nothing if not stubborn. Irritatingly, he had a knack for sensing Gabriel’s intent too, like a doe catching the hunter’s scent, and would often make himself scarce when Gabriel made to seek him out.
This wouldn’t do. An alpha did not run from conflict. He confronted it. Then, he put an end to it.
What with the cramped living situation of the tiny, shitty apartment they rented together, this could only go on for so long. Two alphas sharing space, even an alpha as peculiar as Drey, was bound to spark a fight eventually. Especially now that Drey was well on his way to being full grown.
It went about as Gabriel had expected it would go.
It was a Wednesday night. Drey had just gotten back from his dead-end little job an hour ago and immediately retreated to the back of the apartment for a shower. From the way he left his boots with the laces untucked by the front door, it was clear that he intended to leave again, so Gabriel had planted his ass on the couch and waited.
When Drey emerged, hair still damp around his shoulders, he’d taken one look at where Gabriel was sitting, facing the door, and gotten a distinctly hunted look to his eyes.
Gabriel flicked a piece of lint he’d picked from his shirt off to the side, meeting the younger man’s mismatched eyes with his dark ones directly.
“Going somewhere? That’s fine. I wanted to have a little chat first.”
Drey glanced furtively at the door.
Flatly: “Can it wait?”
Gabriel rolled his eyes and stood to his full height. It was like Drey thought that Gabriel couldn’t see him slowly edging towards the door. Come on. Drey might have been a slippery bastard, definitely faster than Gabriel, but Gabriel wasn’t stupid .
“No, Drey. It can’t wait, because I’m not gonna let you ignore me for another week, alright? So sit your ass down.” He jerked his thumb back at the couch, expression expectant. “We need to have a conversation.”
Gabriel adjusted his posture minutely, trying to keep the set of his shoulders firm but not rigid, his expression mild, but it was hard to ignore the sharp scent in the air, all but radiating off from the kid. Threatened. Hackles up.
He kept looking at the door even as he slunk over to the couch, seating himself on the far end of it, practically as far away from Gabriel as he could manage. Gabriel barely resisted rolling his eyes. God. Teenagers .
“I wanted to talk to you about something that you’re not going to like. So don’t jump down my throat, alright?”
Gabriel cleared his throat. "How old are you now, pup?"
"Why?"
"Fuck me, just answer the question."
Reticently: "Eighteen."
A round of applause for the lucky winner!
"That wasn't so hard, was it? Great. To the point, then, Drey, you've been through some big changes lately. Physically and mentally. I know for a fact that you're feeling that shit too, because I can smell it in the air every time you walk in the fucking door. But… "
How the fuck did he put this delicately? Gabriel blew out a sigh. Ah, fuck it.
"You're still acting like a bitch," Gabriel said conclusively. Drey's eyes snapped to his face, brows drawing together in a scowl. "And that's a problem."
Come on. Take the bait.
Plots and Cravings:
***asterisk indicates plots of particular current interest
Futuristic/dystopian roleplay centering on a romance between a spoiled young man from an upper class background and a gladiator slave who is a secret member of an underground resistance movement.
>Classism & class issues, dubious consent, graphic depictions of violence, futuristic technology, size difference, consent issues (?)
A Fallout themed roleplay featuring fucked up Vault-Tec experiments, a gritty Wild West wasteland, freaky beasties, and more. **I have personal interest in playing a ghoul character, if that at all interests you! My favorite ghoul from the series is Charon, but for the purposes of this roleplay, I will likely create an original character (unless...). Ghoul/Vaultie or Ghoul/Wastelander. Amoral characters preferred. I don't have a specific plot drawn up for this one yet, as it will depend heavily on our characters and preferences.
>given that the setting is Fallout, there will be mentions or involvement of: graphic depictions of violence, slavery, etc.
***An Alien/Na'vi roleplay. (This one's for the monsterfuckers.)
This will be a crossover between Alien (1979) and James Cameron's Avatar, which, as you may have guessed, will result in a xenomorph/na'vi hybrid! Terrifying, right? But also, like... kinda sexy~?
Pairing options include: Alien/Scientist, Alien/Marine, ***Hybrid Xeno/Captured Na'vi Tribesmember
>consent issues, species difference, laboratory setting, size difference, teratophilia
***A Borderlands roleplay.
What it says on the tin. Just some good ol' gritty Pandora goodness, with all the guns, blood, and scag brains that may entail. Pairing options include: Handsome Jack/Rhys, Handsome Jack/Vault Hunter OC, Handsome Jack/Zer0, Handsome Jack/Nisha/Vault Hunter, etc. Feel free to suggest a pairing to me, I'll more than likely be into it. (Plot to be determined by pairing. I have a couple of ideas.) As you may have guessed, I am highly interested in playing as Jack, which will bring a certain level of... personality. Be advised for sensitive content (because it's Jack), dubious consent, guns, death threats, and a whole lot of shit talking.
Assorted Pairings:
Vampire/Vampire Hunter
Monster/Monster Hunter
Captive Vampire/Werewolf
Crime Boss/Vigilante
Knight/Princess/Dragon*
(*When I say dragon, I mean the shape-shifting, highly intelligent and sapient D&D version. A dragon that can switch between forms at will, cast spells, plot, scheme, and subterfuge.)
Alpha/Alpha
Submissive Alpha/Dominant Omega
Dark Elf/Sun (or Moon) Elf
Gladiator Slave/Noble
Elf/Orc
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