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DaveTheHuman
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Hi there 
I'm looking for a fun and available writing partner. I love detail and always put in the effort for good posts.
Odds and ends
-I write over PMs and sometimes Discord.
-Post when you can, but it's hard to keep interested in a RP if posts take over a week. Exception for longer-post style roleplays.
-Push the plot forward with me. I believe in equal responsibility and never play as a GM or DM.
-Don't take on more roleplays than you can handle. I don't over-extend myself because I want to give my posts a good deal of focus and energy.
-I match the post lengths of my partner. You want 10 paragraphs or 2 paragraphs? Yes please to both.
-I always enjoy OOC chat.
Characters I Play
Characters I Want to Play Against
Settings
Kinks
Turn-Offs
Writing Samples
Plots
Escape to the Wild West
With a new name and horse, MC is making his way through America's untamed west and away from the reach of lawmen. He stops at a small mining town that is controlled by a local gang.
This idea is even more open-ended than the others. All that I request is that YC is not a prostitute.
The Forgotten Prince
Before MC, the Prince, was even old enough to retain memories, a treacherous rebellion overtook the royal palace. The King was killed, but the Queen escaped with the Prince. She shed her royal ways and secretly changed her identity to that of a peasant. MC never knew of his royal blood until a noble (YC) traveling through his village sees a familiar color in his eyes. Thus begins the reclamation of the throne.
The Great Game
With little to lose, MC enters his name into a tournament the kingdom has never seen before. The King and Queen commissioned a tournament where competitors fight one-on-one to the death. The one who survives becomes their heir through marriage to their daughter.
Unlikely Hero CRAVING
In the zombie apocalypse, MC is surviving alone and sees a mother and daughter (site age rules) in a life threatening situation. Perhaps they are cornered by zombies or a nefarious group. Going against his better judgement, he rescues them. However, he doesn't want them to tag along afterwards, at least not unless it is worth his while.
Stand-In Brother
A family tragically lost their son (YC's brother). The house seems empty ever since then. So they bring in a teenage boy (MC) to live with them (adoption or just roomie, etc.)
Caught on Camera
Two college students getting hot and heavy don't realize that the webcam is on and recording everything. Do they later turn it into a profession?
Stranded
Our plane goes down in the Pacific Ocean. A great deal of luck, combined with effort, results in our characters making it to the beach of a small island.
New Pet
My character has a house to himself and decides to get a pet. Going to a local pet store, he intends on getting a dog, but is intrigued by the anthros/nekos that are available.
Alternatively, MC's family recently moved and he's feeling lonely. So his parents let him pick out a pet.
Couples Practice CRAVING
Our characters are in their final year of high school and, like everyone, have to complete the Couples Practice course. The school assigns couples to be boyfriend/girlfriend, places them in dorms, and meets up with them regularly to make sure they are capable of developing healthy relationships.
Rural Arranged Marriage
Our characters are members of an Amish-like community and have been selected by the Elders to marry. One idea I really want to try is where my character is a trouble maker that the Elders are trying to control. So they pair him with his former teacher, a current widow. It could also be young sweethearts or two people that don't like each other at first.
University Girlfriend Program CRAVING
My character received a full-ride scholarship (academic or athletic) and the university secretly assigns him to their University Girlfriend Program. Congrats, guy. Your girlfriend for the semester will be arriving soon.
Breeding Colony
The human population has taken a nose-dive. To combat this, governments have corralled the the remaining fertile humans they could find and have them under constant supervision. When a suitable match is found, they pair them together.
Impulsive Young Royal
My character is a newly ascended King who is looking to prove himself. The royal council is concerned that he's too young to act in the kingdom's (or their) best interests. So they find a woman to sway and tame him.
Lone Survivor
In the zombie apocalypse, my character has just experienced the fall of his last group. He's been surviving alone, hesitant to join a group, but perhaps this one will work out. I can see him proving himself to the group in a sort of damsel-in-distress or self-sacrifice-suicide-mission way. Perhaps rescuing the leader's daughter and asking for her hand in marriage.
Shaken Champ
My character is a talented young competition fighter who suffers a resounding loss. How will he get his 'mojo' back?
The Cam Cougar
My character is a frequent viewer of your character's cam show. Imagine the surprise when he's going back to his apartment and sees her move in next door.
I'm looking for a fun and available writing partner. I love detail and always put in the effort for good posts.Odds and ends
-I write over PMs and sometimes Discord.
-Post when you can, but it's hard to keep interested in a RP if posts take over a week. Exception for longer-post style roleplays.
-Push the plot forward with me. I believe in equal responsibility and never play as a GM or DM.
-Don't take on more roleplays than you can handle. I don't over-extend myself because I want to give my posts a good deal of focus and energy.
-I match the post lengths of my partner. You want 10 paragraphs or 2 paragraphs? Yes please to both.
-I always enjoy OOC chat.
Characters I Play
I play male characters (human, furry, supernatural) from ages 15-30 (per site age rules).
I also fill in as side characters of other genders in order to add to the story.
I also fill in as side characters of other genders in order to add to the story.
Characters I Want to Play Against
Females (Site allowable ages 15+, MILFs, any race)
Furries
Supernatural beings
Furries
Supernatural beings
Settings
Modern
Modern Fantasy
Apocalyptic
Ancient times
Ancient fantasy
Space
Science fiction
Slice of Life
Future
Western
and many others
Modern Fantasy
Apocalyptic
Ancient times
Ancient fantasy
Space
Science fiction
Slice of Life
Future
Western
and many others
Kinks
Detail 
Age differences (site rules)
Anal (giving)
Aunt/nephew
Blowjobs
Breeding
Choking
Circumcised cocks
Creampies
Cuddling
Cum feeding
Cum marking
Damsels in distress
Dark (overly)
Enemies to lovers
Excessive semen
Exhaustion
Facials
Femdom (gentle)
Furries (not scalies)
Handjobs
Harems
Heat
Hotdogging
Incest (no dad/daughter)
Interracial
Lactation/nursing
Large Breasts (not hyper)
Large cocks
Lingerie
Masturbation
Master/slave or Mistress/slave
MILFs
Mom/son
Nekos
Non-con
Older females
Outdoor sex
Piercings
Pregnancy
Pregnancy risk
Premature orgasm
Prostate massage
Public sex
Raceplay
Ritualistic sex
Sex toys
Shaved pubes
Spa sex
Spanking
Spontaneous sex
Titfucking
Trimmed pubes
Uncircumcised cocks
Uniforms
Unusual cocks
Unusual semen
Virginity
Watersports
Weaponplay
Age differences (site rules)
Anal (giving)
Aunt/nephew
Blowjobs
Breeding
Choking
Circumcised cocks
Creampies
Cuddling
Cum feeding
Cum marking
Damsels in distress
Dark (overly)
Enemies to lovers
Excessive semen
Exhaustion
Facials
Femdom (gentle)
Furries (not scalies)
Handjobs
Harems
Heat
Hotdogging
Incest (no dad/daughter)
Interracial
Lactation/nursing
Large Breasts (not hyper)
Large cocks
Lingerie
Masturbation
Master/slave or Mistress/slave
MILFs
Mom/son
Nekos
Non-con
Older females
Outdoor sex
Piercings
Pregnancy
Pregnancy risk
Premature orgasm
Prostate massage
Public sex
Raceplay
Ritualistic sex
Sex toys
Shaved pubes
Spa sex
Spanking
Spontaneous sex
Titfucking
Trimmed pubes
Uncircumcised cocks
Uniforms
Unusual cocks
Unusual semen
Virginity
Watersports
Weaponplay
Turn-Offs
These ones just aren't for me.
Bimbos
Blackmail
Blood play
Corruption
Cuck
Cunnilingus
Dad/daughter
Daddy/Papi/etc.
Dark (overly)
DDlg
Exes
Feet
Gangbangs
Gore
Heavy bondage
Hypnosis
Inflation
Kidnap
Male/male
Mind control
MMF
Multiple males
Nuns
Obesity
Overly naĂŻve female characters
Playing as a GM or DM
Rimming
Scat
Sharing females
Spitting
Uncle/niece
Vampires
Weight gain
Werewolves
Bimbos
Blackmail
Blood play
Corruption
Cuck
Cunnilingus
Dad/daughter
Daddy/Papi/etc.
Dark (overly)
DDlg
Exes
Feet
Gangbangs
Gore
Heavy bondage
Hypnosis
Inflation
Kidnap
Male/male
Mind control
MMF
Multiple males
Nuns
Obesity
Overly naĂŻve female characters
Playing as a GM or DM
Rimming
Scat
Sharing females
Spitting
Uncle/niece
Vampires
Weight gain
Werewolves
Writing Samples
Space Scifi Setting
Zombie Apocalypse Setting
Medieval Fantasy Setting
Modern School Setting
Standing in the cargo bay of the ship, David was in a line of human men beside several other lines. Guards stood around the formation of humans, distinguished not only by the fact that they weren't human, but attire as well. The guards were outfitted with the latest combat uniforms and accompanying weapons whereas the humans wore only three items; handcuffs affixing their wrists behind their back, shorts, and a thick metal collar around their necks.
One guard yelled "Drop your shorts!" It was met with hesitation by the captured humans, so the guard pressed a button on his remote, delivering a near-debilitating shock to the electronic collars around their necks. Gathering himself after the pain had violently ripped through him, David managed to slide his shorts down and off through cuffed wrists. Several guards passed through the lines of humans, sticking patches on their backs.
The guard with the remote listened to the radio and said "Alright. It's time." He pointed to a human and another guard briskly whisked him out of the ship until he was out of sight. This happened several times as the humans learned what the patches on their backs were intended for. While David had never used or needed aphrodisiacs, he knew that was the patch's purpose since he had no reason at all to be as turgidly erect as he was.
After a firm shoving, David soon found himself standing atop the stage, squinting through the bright sunlight, while standing entirely naked. The former soldier stood six feet tall with brown hair grown long from containment, and a short beard that was normally cleanly shaven. His eyes were green and his skin a light tan. His body was that of a soldier, specifically a combat specialist's, with a precise balance of muscle without hindering speed. The bright sun left all open to see, his strong arms, pectorals, six-pack abdomen, powerful thighs, and thick, lengthty, and pulsing manhood pointed directly at the crowd.
The patch was lighting a fire in the man, making his heart pound violently to the point where he didn't know if he wanted to kill the guards or fuck the women in the audience. The internal conflict soon bubbled to the surface with a spindle of clear precum coming down from the tip of his manhood.
The auctioneer, who had been speaking this entire time about the specimin on sale commented "... And you'll never see a more fertile male as this one, ladies. With that, let's start the bidding."
One guard yelled "Drop your shorts!" It was met with hesitation by the captured humans, so the guard pressed a button on his remote, delivering a near-debilitating shock to the electronic collars around their necks. Gathering himself after the pain had violently ripped through him, David managed to slide his shorts down and off through cuffed wrists. Several guards passed through the lines of humans, sticking patches on their backs.
The guard with the remote listened to the radio and said "Alright. It's time." He pointed to a human and another guard briskly whisked him out of the ship until he was out of sight. This happened several times as the humans learned what the patches on their backs were intended for. While David had never used or needed aphrodisiacs, he knew that was the patch's purpose since he had no reason at all to be as turgidly erect as he was.
After a firm shoving, David soon found himself standing atop the stage, squinting through the bright sunlight, while standing entirely naked. The former soldier stood six feet tall with brown hair grown long from containment, and a short beard that was normally cleanly shaven. His eyes were green and his skin a light tan. His body was that of a soldier, specifically a combat specialist's, with a precise balance of muscle without hindering speed. The bright sun left all open to see, his strong arms, pectorals, six-pack abdomen, powerful thighs, and thick, lengthty, and pulsing manhood pointed directly at the crowd.
The patch was lighting a fire in the man, making his heart pound violently to the point where he didn't know if he wanted to kill the guards or fuck the women in the audience. The internal conflict soon bubbled to the surface with a spindle of clear precum coming down from the tip of his manhood.
The auctioneer, who had been speaking this entire time about the specimin on sale commented "... And you'll never see a more fertile male as this one, ladies. With that, let's start the bidding."
Zombie Apocalypse Setting
Kneeling behind the overgrown privet, Bryan studied the small town of Linton. He had been watching the rural town in silence for the past two days and learned as much as one could from an outside perspective. Back before the collapse, Linton appeared to have been the modest hub between a lumber mill and steel mill on opposing sides miles away. Linton had a small downtown with pubs, restaurants, a pharmacist, hunting store, bed and breakfast, chiropractor, dentist, family practice doctor, grocery store, and the other usual miniaturized small town shops. He had seen the opportunistic wall encompassing the town and majority of the houses. The wall was comprised of ditched cargo containers and the occasional scraps of sheet metal for gates.
Bryan was impressed by how well formed the cargo container wall was. It made him wonder if the same impressive builders still resided in Linton, or were ousted by the current residents. He knew such fortifications were of incredible value with the ever present threat of the undead. Unfortunately, that also made it a target for other groups of the living.
He took the last sip from his water bottle. Now he no longer had anything to eat or drink, turning his modest belongings to meager. Bryan had been on his own for over a month now. After the collapse of his group, he wandered both the land and his mind. The former clean cut military man was now sporting messy hair, a thick stubble of a beard, and the expected level of dirt on his tan jeans and green quarter-zip shirt. He had even noticed the jeans fitting looser around him, as living off the Georgia land was a lean way of living in the July heat. The man knew his solitude needed to change, for he still held the burning need to live and thrive. The loss of his group and future had nearly broken him, but not his desire to push onward.
Sheathing the bayonet on his rifle, Bryan checked to make sure the safety was also engaged. Instead of keeping the weapon on the front of his chest where he could easily reach it, he slung it to his back to compress his nearly empty backpack. Keeping the rifle there would be both his sign of good will and show of caution. He would be taking a risk by putting all his cards on the table, but he was as ready as he'd ever be in the Summer heat with minimal supplies.
Bryan walked through the unkempt grass and stepped onto the cracked road with his faded boots. Turning toward the fortified Linton, he walked.
It had taken longer than he thought before he was spotted. He was nearly fifteen yards away before he heard a woman yell "Not another fucking step! Put your hands up!"
---
Before long, Bryan found himself sitting at a picnic table in a small park beside the family practice office. It would have been peaceful if the loud woman from the gate wasn't holding his rifle and standing guard by him with a middle-aged man. Both of them were holding firearms at a low ready position with their fingers on the trigger. Bryan could tell they'd never been trained with firearms, and more importantly were scared. So he sat quiet and peacefully.
---
Nathan eyed the seated outsider from the window of Donnie's Tavern. The elderly leader was deep in thought all the way until he left the tavern and approached the outsider.
He took a seat across from Bryan and said plainly "My name's Nathan Fairfield and your caretakers are Melanie and Ryan. What's your name?"
Bryan studied the elderly man through calm eyes, keeping his 'caretakers' in his peripherals. "Captain Bryan Greenway of the U.S. Army. It's good to meet you Mr. Fairfield."
Bryan was impressed by how well formed the cargo container wall was. It made him wonder if the same impressive builders still resided in Linton, or were ousted by the current residents. He knew such fortifications were of incredible value with the ever present threat of the undead. Unfortunately, that also made it a target for other groups of the living.
He took the last sip from his water bottle. Now he no longer had anything to eat or drink, turning his modest belongings to meager. Bryan had been on his own for over a month now. After the collapse of his group, he wandered both the land and his mind. The former clean cut military man was now sporting messy hair, a thick stubble of a beard, and the expected level of dirt on his tan jeans and green quarter-zip shirt. He had even noticed the jeans fitting looser around him, as living off the Georgia land was a lean way of living in the July heat. The man knew his solitude needed to change, for he still held the burning need to live and thrive. The loss of his group and future had nearly broken him, but not his desire to push onward.
Sheathing the bayonet on his rifle, Bryan checked to make sure the safety was also engaged. Instead of keeping the weapon on the front of his chest where he could easily reach it, he slung it to his back to compress his nearly empty backpack. Keeping the rifle there would be both his sign of good will and show of caution. He would be taking a risk by putting all his cards on the table, but he was as ready as he'd ever be in the Summer heat with minimal supplies.
Bryan walked through the unkempt grass and stepped onto the cracked road with his faded boots. Turning toward the fortified Linton, he walked.
It had taken longer than he thought before he was spotted. He was nearly fifteen yards away before he heard a woman yell "Not another fucking step! Put your hands up!"
---
Before long, Bryan found himself sitting at a picnic table in a small park beside the family practice office. It would have been peaceful if the loud woman from the gate wasn't holding his rifle and standing guard by him with a middle-aged man. Both of them were holding firearms at a low ready position with their fingers on the trigger. Bryan could tell they'd never been trained with firearms, and more importantly were scared. So he sat quiet and peacefully.
---
Nathan eyed the seated outsider from the window of Donnie's Tavern. The elderly leader was deep in thought all the way until he left the tavern and approached the outsider.
He took a seat across from Bryan and said plainly "My name's Nathan Fairfield and your caretakers are Melanie and Ryan. What's your name?"
Bryan studied the elderly man through calm eyes, keeping his 'caretakers' in his peripherals. "Captain Bryan Greenway of the U.S. Army. It's good to meet you Mr. Fairfield."
Medieval Fantasy Setting
Walking through the halls of the palace, Devor was guided by inviting servants and followed by a half-dozen of his own men. Even though two of the inviting King's sons had died fighting him, one by his own sword, he did not feel any harm would come to him during this negotiation. Being accompanied by his men was more for their benefit, as they could now see with their own eyes the treasures they would fight for, here or elsewhere.
Devor, conqueror of Corvos, did not need to see the treasures or luxuries that battles could bring. He sought glory, and for his name to ring through history for millennia to come. So when the King sent a messenger to consider his daughter in exchange for leaving his kingdom unharmed, he was less than impressed. His goals would not be reached by marriage to a princess. No, glory and legacy would come from devouring this kingdom and countless others. This trip to the palace was for him to feel out his enemy to strategize.
Before entering the room, Devor and the King exchanged a firm hand grip. Firm, in a way to show that neither would bend. When their hands parted, Devor nodded to his men for them to stay put. He would go alone from here.
Once inside the veiled room, Devor listened to the King's introduction of his daughter, Princess Annakarah. However, his pale blue eyes were on the naked woman lounging on the bed of gold sheets. Devor could feel his blood flowing hot in his veins and his thoughts clouding. His mind was losing the edge of strategy to the rush of testosterone the young woman elicited from him. He strengthened his will, pushing to regain his sharpness and nodded as the King bid him farewell.
Devor's eyes went to the two eunuchs, then the veil, and again to the woman. He moved slowly, but confidently as he thought to himself. Before long, he stood beside the short table and near the veil.
His eyes looked over the woman with her blonde curled hair, blue eyes, smooth skin, perky breasts with pink tipped nipples, and healthy hips. That was before they returned to her eyes, seeing a shimmer around them.
In a calm voice, he said "Come closer to the veil and let me see you... Are you afraid, Annakarah?"
The warlord stood tall on the ornate rug in his furs and boiled leather armor. His sword hung on his hips, despite the protest of the palace servants. His pale blue eyes looked deep into hers, seeking an understanding deeper than conversation could ever give. Devor was a man of thick muscle, sinew, and scars. However, he was also a thinker and strategizer.
Devor, conqueror of Corvos, did not need to see the treasures or luxuries that battles could bring. He sought glory, and for his name to ring through history for millennia to come. So when the King sent a messenger to consider his daughter in exchange for leaving his kingdom unharmed, he was less than impressed. His goals would not be reached by marriage to a princess. No, glory and legacy would come from devouring this kingdom and countless others. This trip to the palace was for him to feel out his enemy to strategize.
Before entering the room, Devor and the King exchanged a firm hand grip. Firm, in a way to show that neither would bend. When their hands parted, Devor nodded to his men for them to stay put. He would go alone from here.
Once inside the veiled room, Devor listened to the King's introduction of his daughter, Princess Annakarah. However, his pale blue eyes were on the naked woman lounging on the bed of gold sheets. Devor could feel his blood flowing hot in his veins and his thoughts clouding. His mind was losing the edge of strategy to the rush of testosterone the young woman elicited from him. He strengthened his will, pushing to regain his sharpness and nodded as the King bid him farewell.
Devor's eyes went to the two eunuchs, then the veil, and again to the woman. He moved slowly, but confidently as he thought to himself. Before long, he stood beside the short table and near the veil.
His eyes looked over the woman with her blonde curled hair, blue eyes, smooth skin, perky breasts with pink tipped nipples, and healthy hips. That was before they returned to her eyes, seeing a shimmer around them.
In a calm voice, he said "Come closer to the veil and let me see you... Are you afraid, Annakarah?"
The warlord stood tall on the ornate rug in his furs and boiled leather armor. His sword hung on his hips, despite the protest of the palace servants. His pale blue eyes looked deep into hers, seeking an understanding deeper than conversation could ever give. Devor was a man of thick muscle, sinew, and scars. However, he was also a thinker and strategizer.
Modern School Setting
Stepping out of the boy's restroom, David knew he'd be a little late for lunch, but it didn't bother him. Oftentimes the hallways would get so packed with the rush to the lunchroom that he preferred waiting and not bumping shoulders.
When he saw there were no teachers around, he pulled out his phone from his pocket to check for any notifications. That was when he saw an apple roll between his feet. Looking up, he saw a guy and girl against the lockers. At first glance, David figured they were making out, even though it didn't explain the rolling apple. But with a closer glance, he could tell it was Roger and some girl who clearly didn't want to be near him.
Roger kept his arms against the locker, keeping Alice locked in. "Yeah... something in your voice or other. Are you hiding a secret from me?" The bully was good at finding people's insecurities, but was struggling to locate the right one for his newest victim. His fist then crashed against the stamped metal locker door, sending a loud noise through the hall. "Are you going to tell me, or am I going to have to make you?!"
David could have turned toward the stairs which led to the lunchroom, but he continued walking toward the pair. He saw Roger's fist connect with the locker, and knew his suspicions were true. It was just like the one time the two of them scuffled in middle school, despite being older and bigger now. So when David was assured that Roger was picking on another student, his actions went on auto-pilot. And even though his brain wasn't certain, his body knew a fight was coming.
"Oh hey, Roger. Did you make a new friend?" David asked, as he was now within arm's reach of Roger and the girl.
Roger glared at David "I did, David. Now don't be rude and give us some privacy."
"Yeah, sure. It's just that Principal Henley was looking for you. Something about your mom being picked up by the cops again? Is she still street walking?" David never said low blows like that, but felt this was the right time for it. Plus, this was like re-opening an old wound since rumors had circulated that Roger's mom was for hire a few years ago. David didn't know if it was true or not. He just knew it would piss Roger off and get him to take focus off the girl he was bothering.
When he saw there were no teachers around, he pulled out his phone from his pocket to check for any notifications. That was when he saw an apple roll between his feet. Looking up, he saw a guy and girl against the lockers. At first glance, David figured they were making out, even though it didn't explain the rolling apple. But with a closer glance, he could tell it was Roger and some girl who clearly didn't want to be near him.
Roger kept his arms against the locker, keeping Alice locked in. "Yeah... something in your voice or other. Are you hiding a secret from me?" The bully was good at finding people's insecurities, but was struggling to locate the right one for his newest victim. His fist then crashed against the stamped metal locker door, sending a loud noise through the hall. "Are you going to tell me, or am I going to have to make you?!"
David could have turned toward the stairs which led to the lunchroom, but he continued walking toward the pair. He saw Roger's fist connect with the locker, and knew his suspicions were true. It was just like the one time the two of them scuffled in middle school, despite being older and bigger now. So when David was assured that Roger was picking on another student, his actions went on auto-pilot. And even though his brain wasn't certain, his body knew a fight was coming.
"Oh hey, Roger. Did you make a new friend?" David asked, as he was now within arm's reach of Roger and the girl.
Roger glared at David "I did, David. Now don't be rude and give us some privacy."
"Yeah, sure. It's just that Principal Henley was looking for you. Something about your mom being picked up by the cops again? Is she still street walking?" David never said low blows like that, but felt this was the right time for it. Plus, this was like re-opening an old wound since rumors had circulated that Roger's mom was for hire a few years ago. David didn't know if it was true or not. He just knew it would piss Roger off and get him to take focus off the girl he was bothering.
Plots
Escape to the Wild West
With a new name and horse, MC is making his way through America's untamed west and away from the reach of lawmen. He stops at a small mining town that is controlled by a local gang.
This idea is even more open-ended than the others. All that I request is that YC is not a prostitute.
The Forgotten Prince
Before MC, the Prince, was even old enough to retain memories, a treacherous rebellion overtook the royal palace. The King was killed, but the Queen escaped with the Prince. She shed her royal ways and secretly changed her identity to that of a peasant. MC never knew of his royal blood until a noble (YC) traveling through his village sees a familiar color in his eyes. Thus begins the reclamation of the throne.
The Great Game
With little to lose, MC enters his name into a tournament the kingdom has never seen before. The King and Queen commissioned a tournament where competitors fight one-on-one to the death. The one who survives becomes their heir through marriage to their daughter.
Unlikely Hero CRAVING
In the zombie apocalypse, MC is surviving alone and sees a mother and daughter (site age rules) in a life threatening situation. Perhaps they are cornered by zombies or a nefarious group. Going against his better judgement, he rescues them. However, he doesn't want them to tag along afterwards, at least not unless it is worth his while.
Stand-In Brother
A family tragically lost their son (YC's brother). The house seems empty ever since then. So they bring in a teenage boy (MC) to live with them (adoption or just roomie, etc.)
Caught on Camera
Two college students getting hot and heavy don't realize that the webcam is on and recording everything. Do they later turn it into a profession?
Stranded
Our plane goes down in the Pacific Ocean. A great deal of luck, combined with effort, results in our characters making it to the beach of a small island.
New Pet
My character has a house to himself and decides to get a pet. Going to a local pet store, he intends on getting a dog, but is intrigued by the anthros/nekos that are available.
Alternatively, MC's family recently moved and he's feeling lonely. So his parents let him pick out a pet.
Couples Practice CRAVING
Our characters are in their final year of high school and, like everyone, have to complete the Couples Practice course. The school assigns couples to be boyfriend/girlfriend, places them in dorms, and meets up with them regularly to make sure they are capable of developing healthy relationships.
Rural Arranged Marriage
Our characters are members of an Amish-like community and have been selected by the Elders to marry. One idea I really want to try is where my character is a trouble maker that the Elders are trying to control. So they pair him with his former teacher, a current widow. It could also be young sweethearts or two people that don't like each other at first.
University Girlfriend Program CRAVING
My character received a full-ride scholarship (academic or athletic) and the university secretly assigns him to their University Girlfriend Program. Congrats, guy. Your girlfriend for the semester will be arriving soon.
Breeding Colony
The human population has taken a nose-dive. To combat this, governments have corralled the the remaining fertile humans they could find and have them under constant supervision. When a suitable match is found, they pair them together.
Impulsive Young Royal
My character is a newly ascended King who is looking to prove himself. The royal council is concerned that he's too young to act in the kingdom's (or their) best interests. So they find a woman to sway and tame him.
Lone Survivor
In the zombie apocalypse, my character has just experienced the fall of his last group. He's been surviving alone, hesitant to join a group, but perhaps this one will work out. I can see him proving himself to the group in a sort of damsel-in-distress or self-sacrifice-suicide-mission way. Perhaps rescuing the leader's daughter and asking for her hand in marriage.
Shaken Champ
My character is a talented young competition fighter who suffers a resounding loss. How will he get his 'mojo' back?
The Cam Cougar
My character is a frequent viewer of your character's cam show. Imagine the surprise when he's going back to his apartment and sees her move in next door.
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