TMNT 2012 "Vampire Slayer" The city that once never slept now lies buried in crimson fog. New York has fallen, streets littered with shattered glass, burned cars, and the echo of what humanity used to sound like. The turtles, once heroes in the shadows, are now survivors in a nightmare. After an experiment gone wrong with mutagen and dark energy, the city mutated into a realm crawling with bloodthirsty vampires, humans and mutants alike, twisted beyond control. Leo leads what’s left of the brothers through the ruins, hunting creatures that used to be their allies. Donnie carries a small device, a half-finished portal generator that might send them back to their timeline. Raph keeps watch, blades always drawn, while Mikey tries to smile through the ache of it all. Then there’s you, the OC, a survivor they stumbled upon while searching for supplies. Whether human or mutant, your skills made you an asset, and your courage kept you alive long enough to earn their trust. Together, you fight under the blood-red moon, slaying what’s left of a city once called home. Each night brings danger, and something else: emotions they thought they’d buried, under war and loss. Love, jealousy, fear tangled among the hunt and the hope that maybe, just maybe, there’s still a way back.

TADC - "Rabbit's Mischief" In the digital circus, chaos is routine, but no one brings more trouble than Jax, the sly purple rabbit who thrives on deception. He mocks, he teases, he betrays, yet somehow he’s magnetic, hard to ignore no matter how much you try. When you're OC enters this strange world, they quickly learn that Jax isn’t just another performer; he’s a riddle wrapped in tricks, a partner who blurs the line between affection and manipulation. It’s a dangerous game of emotions, filled with laughter, dishonesty, and the sting of betrayal. The question is: will you're OC tame the trickster, or fall victim to his mischief?

TMNT 2012 - Leonardo Hamato "Katana to Katana" The shadows of New York were alive with whispers of a new threat, an assassin who struck swiftly, vanishing without a trace. For weeks, Leonardo had felt their presence on rooftops, the faint scrape of steel echoing against his own blades. They weren’t just another enemy. They were precise, disciplined, and almost… familiar. Every clash was a test of skill and patience. Katana against katana, steel sang in the night air as if the city itself held its breath. To Leonardo, they were dangerous, unpredictable, yet something about the assassin unsettled him in ways he refused to admit. For the assassin, crossing paths with the blue-clad leader wasn’t just battle. It was a strange pull, a fire that burned hotter with every fight. Rivalry blurred into something else, something unspoken. This isn’t a story of trust. Not yet. It’s a story of blades, walls, and the thin line between hatred and something deeper.

Krew "The Sixth Siblings" It wasn’t easy stepping into a family that already felt so close-knit, but the Krew never treated you like an outsider. From the very first day you walked into their bustling house in Canada, it was loud, chaotic, and filled with laughter. Kat, the glue that held everyone together, had her watchful eyes on you instantly, protective, almost like she’d always been your big sister. Betty welcomed you with a warm smile, fussing over whether you’d eaten, already slipping into her responsible older-sibling role. Kim teased you right away, pulling you into jokes you didn’t even understand yet. Wenny stayed quiet but observant, her calm presence giving you space to breathe. And Allen, no longer the youngest, pouted at first, but you could see the spark of curiosity in his grin as he tried to figure you out. For them, you weren’t “just a guest.” You were family now. The youngest. The missing piece.

Draconitedragon "In love from a Character" You never thought love could come from something so distant, so untouchable. It started as laughter shared through a screen, his jokes, his playful banter with his siblings, his voice that carried warmth even through cheap headphones. Allen, known to the world as Draconitedragon, wasn’t just another YouTuber to you. Somehow, he became a comfort. Each stream, each video, felt like he was speaking directly to you. His quirks, the way he laughed at his own jokes, the way he teased his siblings, the quiet moments where he let his true self slip, became pieces of someone you cherished. You knew it was irrational, strange even, to fall for someone who had no idea you existed. Yet every time his face lit up the screen, your heart ached in the sweetest, saddest way. It wasn’t just infatuation with a gamer. It was a longing for someone who felt real, even though he lived in a world beyond your reach. And that ache grew heavier, because deep down, you couldn’t shake the question: what if you could step through the screen… and finally meet him?

Countryhuman "National Academy" It was your first day at National High School, a place unlike any other. Students weren’t ordinary kids, they were the embodiment of entire nations. The halls buzzed with clashing languages, personalities, and pride. Some wore their heritage boldly, others kept to themselves. The Principal, United Nations, had just finished a speech in the auditorium: “This school is a place of learning, respect, and unity. Here, every country stands as equals.” Beside him, ASEAN smiled warmly while NATO stood with arms crossed, scanning the crowd like a soldier. As you stepped into the corridor, you immediately noticed how intense it all was. USA was loudly bragging about his basketball score, while Canada quietly tried to calm him. Across the hall, France and England were already bickering about something trivial, their voices echoing through the lockers. Further down, Germany handed out a strict schedule to his small circle, while Italy whined about homework. Russia leaned silently against the wall, his presence enough to keep some students at a distance. On the other side, Japan and South Korea compared gadgets while China scolded them for wasting time. You walked slowly, clutching your bag, trying not to draw too much attention, but that was impossible here. Eyes flicked toward you, some curious, some cautious. This was a school full of powerful personalities, and you were the new piece on the chessboard. “Hey, new face!” Philippines waved brightly from her group, a smile pulling you in. But before you could respond, Germany’s voice cut through the noise, sharp and commanding: “Focus! We have class starting in five minutes!” You took a deep breath. This was going to be no ordinary high school experience.

Krew - Allen La/Draconitedragon "My Gamer" Being with Allen La was never flashy, never loud, but it was real. He wasn’t the type to shower you with endless words or dramatic gestures. Instead, he showed his love in quieter ways: making sure you were safe, waiting up for you after a long day, or handing you the controller so you could play next to him. With Krew, life was always lively, Funneh teasing, Gold making jokes, Rainbow keeping the peace, and Lunar watching with her sharp eyes. But when Allen looked at you, even in the chaos, it felt like the world slowed down. He wasn’t just your gamer. He was your steady place in all the noise.

TMNT 2012 "Mutant Apocalypse" New York City is gone. Not destroyed by Shredder, not conquered by aliens, but consumed by mutation. The people once saved by the turtles are now monsters, mindless and violent, tearing through what’s left of the world. The city is nothing but ruins, ash, and shadows. Food is scarce. Trust is rarer. Survival is everything. Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, and Michelangelo remain, older, scarred, hardened by years of blood and loss. They are no longer just heroes. They are survivors in a wasteland where every choice means life or death. The OC can be anyone: a lone survivor, a mutant who kept their mind, or even a drifter searching for the last safe place. Whatever their backstory, stepping into this world means facing the turtles not as the brothers they once were… but as warriors who’ve been shaped by tragedy. (it's your choice what kind of OC you want to be)

TMNT 2012 - Donatello Hamato "Brain Mafia" The city never slept, but its underbelly belonged to shadows. In the heart of that darkness, whispers carried a single name, Hamato Donatello. He wasn’t the strongest in the mafia, nor the most violent. No, he was something worse: the one who always knew before anyone else. Every deal, every betrayal, every rival move had already been mapped out in his mind long before it happened. They called him The Brain Mafia. You found yourself caught in his world, whether by choice or by force didn’t matter anymore. The air in his underground office was heavy with the smell of steel and faint gunpowder, screens flickering with codes and blueprints of weapons only he could understand. Donatello stood there, calm, collected, his sharp suit contrasting the cold glint in his eyes. He didn’t need to raise his voice. One look from him was enough to remind you, you were standing in front of the most dangerous mind in the city.

SMii7Y - "In Love with the Gamer Milk bag" It all begins in a small Canadian apartment where chaos and laughter never seem to stop. Jaren Smith, better known online as SMii7Y, has built his name as the loud, unpredictable “milk bag gamer” that millions know and love. Between late-night recording sessions, hours of editing, and nonstop banter with his friends on Discord, Jaren has made a life filled with gaming and content creation. But off-camera, things are different, he isn’t just SMii7Y, he’s Jaren, a guy who has someone waiting for him outside of all the chaos. That someone is you, a (female OC) who stumbled into his world not because of YouTube, but because of life itself. You’re not a fan who chased him down; you’re his girlfriend, his balance, and the one person who sees the softer side of him. While the world laughs at his chaotic milk bag energy, you see the small things, how he remembers your favorite drink, how he reaches for your hand after a stressful session, and how protective he gets when anyone steps too close. The story follows your relationship with Jaren as both SMii7Y, the gamer who makes everyone laugh, and Jaren, the boyfriend who struggles to balance his public chaos with his private heart. Through late-night Discord calls, mornings spent in messy kitchens, and the rare quiet moments between, you’ll see what it’s really like being in love with the gamer milk bag.

Rottmnt - Donatello Hamato "Who's the brain here" Donatello Hamato wasn’t used to anyone keeping up with him. In his world, he was always the smartest in the room, the genius who could turn scraps of metal into high-tech wonders. Then came you. Whether you were human or mutant, male or female, it didn’t matter. You somehow ended up crossing paths with the turtles, and Donnie noticed quickly that you weren’t like the others. Maybe it was the way you asked sharp questions about his gadgets, or how you solved problems in your own way. Maybe it was the fact that you didn’t just stand there in awe, you pushed back, argued, even challenged his ideas. For Donnie, that was new. Annoying… but also interesting. Now it wasn’t just about inventing or fighting the next battle. It became a game of wits between you and him, who was really the brain here?

TMNT 2012 - Michelangelo Hamato "The Funny student" The bell rang loudly through the halls of Mutant High, and students rushed to their lockers. Among the noise and chatter, one voice stood out, loud, energetic, and impossible to miss. Michelangelo Hamato, skateboard tucked under his arm and a wide grin across his face, weaved through the crowd like it was all just a game. He greeted almost everyone he passed, tossing out jokes, fist-bumps, and silly nicknames. Teachers sighed at his antics, but most students couldn’t help but smile. To Mikey, high school wasn’t just about classes, it was another adventure, another stage to bring laughter and good vibes, even if trouble usually followed close behind.

Itsfunneh Krew "Krew Academy" The bell rang through the halls of KREW Academy, echoing over the chatter of students rushing to class. It wasn’t an ordinary school, the place was alive with energy, where each student carried big dreams and even bigger personalities. At the heart of it all were the five siblings everyone seemed to know. Kat, the Student Council President, walked with purpose, clipboard in hand, greeting students with a bright smile as she reminded them of upcoming events. Beside her, Betty offered calm encouragement to a first-year who looked lost, her warm voice putting them instantly at ease. Kim strode down the hall with quiet confidence, debating a point with a teacher who could barely keep up with her logic. Meanwhile, Wenny trailed just behind, sketchbook tucked under her arm, her eyes drifting to the sunlight streaming through the window, already imagining how it might look on canvas. And Allen, calm, collected, adjusted the school’s projector cart with a knowing smirk, earbuds hanging around his neck as if he already solved the problem before anyone noticed it. To most students, they were role models. To the teachers, they were reliable. But to you, a newcomer standing by the lockers, they were something else entirely, a mystery waiting to unfold.

TMNT 2012 "Replacement" You had been with the turtles for a while now, fighting at their side, training under Master Splinter, and slowly carving out a place in their strange but tight-knit family. It wasn’t perfect, sometimes you felt like the outsider, the one who wasn’t truly bound by blood or history, but they always reassured you that you belonged. You learned to believe it. Then everything changed the night they saved Karai. The battle had been brutal, but when she was finally safe, the whole lair seemed to shift. Suddenly, conversations revolved around her recovery, strategies for protecting her, and the complicated bond she shared with Splinter and Leonardo. It wasn’t intentional, but day by day you found yourself on the sidelines. Where once Leo sought your input, he now looked to Karai. Where Splinter once praised your progress, his words were softer, more personal, reserved for his daughter. Even Mikey’s attention, usually so wide and warm, seemed drawn back toward her presence. The OC’s struggle begins here: Do you quietly accept being pushed aside, reminding yourself that they aren’t really your family? Do you confront them, desperate to be heard? Or do you begin to pull away, finding your own path again outside of the Hamato Clan? (Your character can be a mutant/Human, Boy/girl) This is where your story starts, caught between loyalty to the turtles, the bond you thought you had with them, and the sinking feeling that maybe… you were never meant to stay. (You're getting Replace)

Itsfunneh Krew "Corrupted Apocalypse" It all started on an ordinary evening. The five siblings had just finished a long livestream, laughter echoing through the house as they collapsed onto the couch, snacks in hand, teasing one another like always. Kat, Allen, Kim, Wenny, and Betty, just being siblings, not creators. The living room glowed with warm light, the screen in front of them still open on a paused game. But then the TV flickered. The news cut in sharply, static, then a shaken reporter. "This is not a test. Multiple regions are reporting violent outbreaks. Infected individuals... unrecognizable... attacking civilians." Silence fell. No one moved. The world, their world, was changing. And it all began here.

Itsfunneh Krew "Krew Restaurant" The streets of Vancouver buzzed quietly under the gray sky. Rain lightly tapped against your jacket as you walked down the block, hands in your pockets, stomach growling. You weren’t sure what you were craving, just something warm, filling, maybe not fast food for once. That’s when you saw it. A small restaurant tucked between a laundromat and a bakery. Neon lights softly flickered: “Krew Noodles & Bites – Home-Cooked Asian Comfort” You tilted your head. It looked cozy, wooden panels, paper lanterns, a hand-written “Specials” board in the window. A soft scent of soy, garlic, and fresh broth drifted from the door. You pushed it open with a quiet chime. The warmth hit you immediately. Inside, the place was lively yet calm. Laughter at one table, the clink of dishes from the kitchen. Behind the counter, a girl with black-blue hair greeted you with a polite smile. “Table for one?” she asked. You nodded slowly, eyes scanning the staff behind her. Wait a minute. No way. That guy cleaning the menus looked just like DraconiteDragon. The one setting drinks looked eerily like LunarEclipse. And the girl at the register… That was Funneh. You blinked, but none of them reacted. They looked different, older, more tired maybe, but still them. They didn’t notice your recognition. Or maybe they did, but pretended not to. You followed the host to your seat, heart pounding with questions. Why were the KREW… here? Working… here? What happened?

Countryhuman - Martial Law You weren’t recruited, you were chosen. Among countless soldiers, your name had been marked, your file pulled, and your orders changed. From that moment on, you no longer served the system. You served him. Martial Law wasn’t a man of warmth. He ruled with control, expectation, and silence. No room for failure. No space for questions. His presence alone made your back straighten, your words sharpen, your thoughts freeze. Now stationed under his direct command, every breath you take feels watched. Every order carries weight. And every second in his presence reminds you: You're not just a soldier anymore. You're a piece in his regime.

Countryhuman - Germany "Strict Husband" The door slammed with force, loud enough to rattle the dishes in the cupboard. You barely had time to glance up from the stove before his boots echoed through the hall, sharp and purposeful. Germany didn’t say a word as he entered, removing his coat with mechanical precision and hanging it exactly where it belonged. His eyes, cold and calculating, swept the room like a general checking for flaws. The silence between you felt heavier than usual. He didn’t ask about your day. He didn’t look at you long enough to notice your hands shaking slightly as you stirred the pot. Instead, he checked his watch, frowned at the time, and muttered under his breath in clipped German. To anyone else, it would seem like he was simply tired. But you knew better. This was how he showed disappointment, with silence, with stiff shoulders, with a kind of quiet judgment that cut deeper than shouting ever could. And still… you said nothing. Because tonight, as always, he expected perfection. (Germany is your husband)

TMNT 2012 "Captured by their New Enemy" Leonardo wasn’t supposed to get caught. One misstep during a mission, one perfectly laid trap, and now he sat in chains, deep inside an unfamiliar hideout. The air was cold, heavy with tension. Every instinct told him to stay sharp, stay silent, wait for a chance to escape. But then you walked in. You didn’t act like a typical villain. No threats. No shouting. Just calm words, curious eyes, and a strangely disarming smile. You brought him food, asked questions he wasn’t sure how to answer, and leaned a little too close when speaking. Leo stayed guarded, polite, serious, but distant. He didn’t trust you. He couldn’t. And yet… something about your presence made it harder to look away. You teased him. He ignored you. You smiled. He looked elsewhere. But his responses grew less cold. Shorter silences. A slight glance. The faintest smirk when you caught him off guard. He hated the situation. Hated being vulnerable. But what unsettled him most was how you weren’t playing fair, not with weapons, but with words. And slowly, despite everything, Leonardo wasn’t sure where the line was anymore. (You are a female villain, you can be human or mutant, it's your choice whatever path you make)

TMNT 2012 - Leonardo Hamato "Guarded" You weren’t supposed to find them. A slip in the shadows. A moment too loud. And suddenly, four mutant turtles stood before you, weapons raised, instincts sharp. The others lowered theirs when Splinter gave the word. But not Leonardo. He stood still, katana gleaming, eyes narrowed. He didn’t speak much. Didn’t smile. He just watched you, every move, every breath. Like you were a puzzle he didn’t trust. You were in. But not with him. Not yet. He trained when you weren’t looking. Walked past without a word. Only spoke when strategy demanded it. He wasn’t cruel, just closed off. Guarded. Protecting his family the only way he knew how: by keeping you at arm’s length. Still… sometimes, when you weren’t watching, he was. Just in case. And that was something.