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Meteorite
- Joined
- Dec 4, 2022
This setting just ticks a lot of boxes for me right now. The brutal tragedy of WWI, the fantasy element of a steam or magic-punk setting, and both the creeping dread and gore of a vampire horror with the all the hedonistic sensuality that comes from the creatures who live off of blood and domination. The dark intimacy of possession and men in the trenches of war.
A man is dying alone in a stinking, muddy trench. He is surrounded by the bodies of his comrades, some of them mutilated beyond recognition, others staring with distant eyes as their bodies jerk in the last throws of life. The man thinks of his young wife, the woman he never felt he deserved, the woman he left back home in the city who now waits for his reply to her last letter. He is comforted by his image of her, beautiful Sophia, and he imagines the smell of her dark hair, the softness of her skin, the sound of her singing as she reads to herself in their modest apartment.
The creature stalks the maze of gullies dug into his homeland. They have offered him a feast, blood so easily sacrificed to their pointless war, men too exhausted or wounded to fight him. No, it's not sporting, but their infernal machines woke him after a thousand years of slumber, and he is hungry. He avoids the ones drowning in the gas, their flavor is far too acidic for his taste, their flesh bubbling and rotten before they even take their last breath.
His chin is smeared in black, stained from taking the last few gulps from the men caught in the recent explosion. As he drinks from them he sees their last images, feels their pain and sorrow and rage and revels in it, letting it strengthen him. He sniffs the air, searching through the stink of waste and fuel and magic to find his next meal. He follows the scent to a man, healthy, strong, his hands holding his abdomen as his insides peek through the wound. The creature smiles, lips curling too-wide to reveal blood-stained teeth as sharp as a wolf's. He approaches the man, kneeling before him. The man's eyes already cannot see, glazed over as he takes shuddering, gurgling breaths. The creature caresses the man's cheek, almost intimately, and bends his head back gently to expose his throat. He watches for a moment, finding the weak, erratic pulse. He lays a tender kiss where it flutters below the man's jaw, and then opens his mouth and tears his teeth into him.
The creature's eyes shoot open. Instead of despair and terror he feels…something he had forgotten about, something he cannot even name. He groans as the man's final visions become his own, as the woman floats across his inner sight, flashes of her smiling, of her soft, full lips, of her head thrown back in ecstasy, light erupting from her. The creature jerks back, gasping as the man convulses.
"No…"
The creature scrambles forward, opening his own wrist to let thick, dark fluid dribble down his arm. He holds the wound to the man's mouth.
It has been so long since the creature created a spawn, he has doubts it will even take. Things are different now, humans are strange and do not believe in the old ways anymore, tapping into magics once accessible only to his kind. Still, he needs this one, needs him to take the creature to the vision he had shown him. He waits, the distant sound of artillery and grinding gears fading as he watches, unblinking. The man stills, one final breath pushing out of his ruined lungs. A minute passes. Two minutes.
The man jerks. The creature smiles as his body spasms and twists, back arching and limbs curling. The tear in his gut stitches itself back together as he coughs up the blood and bile in his throat. The man screams, cries, red tears staining his already dirty face. The creature nearly forgot how dramatic the process can be. The man lets out one final wail of pain and then stills again. His eyes snap open. The creature reaches for him, pulls him to his feet, runs a pale thumb under his eye, smearing the bloody tears away.
"Welcome my child."
The city of Minguard stands like a sentinel at the banks of the Spring River, sprawling and towering, growing like a great infection on the world. Factories produce machines fueled by magic and built for destruction, all in the name of progress and expansion.
A woman pushes a cart through a corridor of books, shelving the tomes students have left piled on the study tables. She would never be allowed to attend the University herself of course, being of Briylan descent, but she was content with her role as assistant librarian, content to be surrounded by words. Words have power, she knew, it was words that started the war, words that conscripted her new husband and took him away from her just as they were making a life together. He was to be a professor at this very University, his promotion from assistant all but official when the order arrived at their doorstep. Someday he would be, someday when the war was over. When he returns.
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We can discuss where this plot goes from here! I imagine the man returns from the war, acting strange, but Sophia is so in love she doesn't care, only wants to nurse him back to health. He can't keep his hands off her, won't stop looking at her, but all the while is resisting what he has become. Is his love for her strong enough to keep his teeth away? Or does he succumb and feed from her? Does he begin to abuse her, the sweet intellectual he once was lost to the demon possessing him?
All the while the creature looms, a magic-punk Dracula becoming more and more obsessed with this reincarnation of his lost love, or perhaps there is something else about Sophia, something magic in her blood that would make the creature and his spawn stronger, would allow him and his kind to take over the world and finally rid it of the human blight.
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I prefer longer replies, at least a paragraph, though of course exceptions should be made for dialogue-heavy scenes and such. I enjoy detailed roleplay partners with some writing skill. As you can see I love a lot of world building and character development as well as smut, but there will be no lack of that in our story. Someone willing to play both the husband and the "vampire Lord" would be great, but I'm willing to make one or the other a sort of "NPC" that we both play if that's preferable. If you are comfortable with intimate scenes with both men and women that would also be cool, but not a requirement by any means.
Kinks range from the vanilla to the dark and intense, including blood play, non-consensual play, pain and BDSM, etc. I'm happy to discuss this in more detail. My only real requirements are that we do have an intense romance angle; the husband, despite his transformation, loves his wife with a deep passion, which his transformation has only made more intense. The vampire Lord may or may not feel that way as well, thats something else we can discuss.
Limits: Pregnancy play, scat, vomit, animal/furry, and underage
A man is dying alone in a stinking, muddy trench. He is surrounded by the bodies of his comrades, some of them mutilated beyond recognition, others staring with distant eyes as their bodies jerk in the last throws of life. The man thinks of his young wife, the woman he never felt he deserved, the woman he left back home in the city who now waits for his reply to her last letter. He is comforted by his image of her, beautiful Sophia, and he imagines the smell of her dark hair, the softness of her skin, the sound of her singing as she reads to herself in their modest apartment.
His chin is smeared in black, stained from taking the last few gulps from the men caught in the recent explosion. As he drinks from them he sees their last images, feels their pain and sorrow and rage and revels in it, letting it strengthen him. He sniffs the air, searching through the stink of waste and fuel and magic to find his next meal. He follows the scent to a man, healthy, strong, his hands holding his abdomen as his insides peek through the wound. The creature smiles, lips curling too-wide to reveal blood-stained teeth as sharp as a wolf's. He approaches the man, kneeling before him. The man's eyes already cannot see, glazed over as he takes shuddering, gurgling breaths. The creature caresses the man's cheek, almost intimately, and bends his head back gently to expose his throat. He watches for a moment, finding the weak, erratic pulse. He lays a tender kiss where it flutters below the man's jaw, and then opens his mouth and tears his teeth into him.
The creature's eyes shoot open. Instead of despair and terror he feels…something he had forgotten about, something he cannot even name. He groans as the man's final visions become his own, as the woman floats across his inner sight, flashes of her smiling, of her soft, full lips, of her head thrown back in ecstasy, light erupting from her. The creature jerks back, gasping as the man convulses.
"No…"
The creature scrambles forward, opening his own wrist to let thick, dark fluid dribble down his arm. He holds the wound to the man's mouth.
It has been so long since the creature created a spawn, he has doubts it will even take. Things are different now, humans are strange and do not believe in the old ways anymore, tapping into magics once accessible only to his kind. Still, he needs this one, needs him to take the creature to the vision he had shown him. He waits, the distant sound of artillery and grinding gears fading as he watches, unblinking. The man stills, one final breath pushing out of his ruined lungs. A minute passes. Two minutes.
The man jerks. The creature smiles as his body spasms and twists, back arching and limbs curling. The tear in his gut stitches itself back together as he coughs up the blood and bile in his throat. The man screams, cries, red tears staining his already dirty face. The creature nearly forgot how dramatic the process can be. The man lets out one final wail of pain and then stills again. His eyes snap open. The creature reaches for him, pulls him to his feet, runs a pale thumb under his eye, smearing the bloody tears away.
"Welcome my child."
The city of Minguard stands like a sentinel at the banks of the Spring River, sprawling and towering, growing like a great infection on the world. Factories produce machines fueled by magic and built for destruction, all in the name of progress and expansion.
A woman pushes a cart through a corridor of books, shelving the tomes students have left piled on the study tables. She would never be allowed to attend the University herself of course, being of Briylan descent, but she was content with her role as assistant librarian, content to be surrounded by words. Words have power, she knew, it was words that started the war, words that conscripted her new husband and took him away from her just as they were making a life together. He was to be a professor at this very University, his promotion from assistant all but official when the order arrived at their doorstep. Someday he would be, someday when the war was over. When he returns.
_________________
We can discuss where this plot goes from here! I imagine the man returns from the war, acting strange, but Sophia is so in love she doesn't care, only wants to nurse him back to health. He can't keep his hands off her, won't stop looking at her, but all the while is resisting what he has become. Is his love for her strong enough to keep his teeth away? Or does he succumb and feed from her? Does he begin to abuse her, the sweet intellectual he once was lost to the demon possessing him?
All the while the creature looms, a magic-punk Dracula becoming more and more obsessed with this reincarnation of his lost love, or perhaps there is something else about Sophia, something magic in her blood that would make the creature and his spawn stronger, would allow him and his kind to take over the world and finally rid it of the human blight.
-----------The minutiae-------------
I prefer longer replies, at least a paragraph, though of course exceptions should be made for dialogue-heavy scenes and such. I enjoy detailed roleplay partners with some writing skill. As you can see I love a lot of world building and character development as well as smut, but there will be no lack of that in our story. Someone willing to play both the husband and the "vampire Lord" would be great, but I'm willing to make one or the other a sort of "NPC" that we both play if that's preferable. If you are comfortable with intimate scenes with both men and women that would also be cool, but not a requirement by any means.
Kinks range from the vanilla to the dark and intense, including blood play, non-consensual play, pain and BDSM, etc. I'm happy to discuss this in more detail. My only real requirements are that we do have an intense romance angle; the husband, despite his transformation, loves his wife with a deep passion, which his transformation has only made more intense. The vampire Lord may or may not feel that way as well, thats something else we can discuss.
Limits: Pregnancy play, scat, vomit, animal/furry, and underage
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