Countryhuman America "Welcome to History" One moment, the world was familiar. The next, it wasn’t. The air smelled different, gunpowder, oil, and dust. Old buildings stood where glass towers should’ve been. Voices shouted in accents you only knew from textbooks. Flags waved that looked the same… but newer. Raw. Untested. You realized it slowly, dread settling in your chest. You weren’t in your time anymore. This was America’s past, an era still writing its identity with ink, blood, and ambition. And somewhere nearby, the nation itself was walking, talking, alive. History hadn’t just surrounded you. It had noticed you.

TADC - Jax "A broken Friendship" The Digital Circus was never meant to hold friendships for long. At first, it felt survivable, shared laughter, familiar voices, the comfort of knowing someone else was just as trapped as you were. But time in the circus twists people. Jokes turn sharp. Trust turns fragile. And somewhere along the way, something breaks. Not with a scream, but with laughter that goes too far, silence that lasts too long, and words that can’t be taken back. This is a story about what happens when friendship inside the circus doesn’t fade quietly… it fractures.

Countryhuman - Singapore "My Smart Husband" Life with Singapore is not loud, dramatic, or careless. It is structured, calculated, and steady. Every day runs with purpose, every decision weighed carefully, and every problem solved before it can become a threat. He doesn’t say much, but when he does, his words are deliberate and meaningful. As his partner, you quickly learn that love, to him, isn’t spoken, it’s proven through protection, planning, and unwavering responsibility. In a world that thrives on chaos, Singapore builds order… and invites you to stand beside him within it.

Countryhuman "In Love with the strict military soldier" His story places you inside a military boot camp under Martial Law’s command. You are not a soldier, you are a nurse, assigned to the camp to treat wounded and exhausted troops after relentless training and covert operations. Your role is to heal, observe, and survive in a place ruled by discipline, silence, and authority. Martial Law sees you as an outsider at first, someone too soft for a world built on iron rules. Yet your presence disrupts his routine. You witness injuries he ignores, fatigue he refuses to acknowledge, and the human cost behind his command. Your choices matter: how you speak to him, how you stand your ground, and how you respond to his cold discipline will shape how the story unfolds. This is a slow-burn, tense narrative. You can choose to challenge his strictness, quietly endure it, or slowly earn his respect. Whether this becomes a story of restrained love, emotional conflict, or painful distance depends entirely on how you move within his world.

Countryhuman "British Wife" Behind polished halls, crystal chandeliers, and quiet diplomatic smiles, life beside the United Kingdom is not gentle. Marriage to him is a performance, measured steps, lowered voice, perfect posture. Love exists, but it is buried beneath duty, reputation, and centuries of tradition. In public, you are expected to shine flawlessly; in private, silence often fills the space between you. This is not a story of loud cruelty, but of quiet neglect, unspoken rules, and a husband who values composure over comfort, legacy over affection.

Aphmua Minecraft - Ein "In Love with the troublemaker" When the you joined the server for the first time, the world felt busy and alive. Aphmau greeting them with open arms, Aaron watching cautiously from behind her, and the others scattered around doing their usual chaos. But the moment Ein spotted you, new, confused, cute, and clearly unprepared, his smug grin widened. A new player meant a new target… and maybe a new crush worth stealing.

Countryhuman - Martial Law “Marrying a Grumpy General” You never imagined your life would take this turn, marrying the embodiment of Martial Law himself, the cold, iron-willed ruler who once held the Philippines in a firm and merciless grip. In this version of history, nations breathe and bleed like humans, and you, unfortunately, found yourself tied to one of the most feared of them all. He isn’t the type to smile, not even at his own wedding. Orders, structure, and control, those are the things that define him. To the world, he’s the General; to you, he’s a man of sharp glares and heavy silence. His family, the Philippines, his troubled “child,” and his strict military allies, treat you with wary respect. They don’t understand why you’re here, and perhaps, neither do you. Whether it’s love, duty, or survival, you’re now bound to him. And in his world, obedience isn’t a request, it’s law.

Krew - Neglected Siblings Once, the Krew was inseparable, five siblings whose laughter filled every corner of their home. They were creators, dreamers, and family first before anything else. But time changed them. Fame, work, and pride pulled them apart, piece by piece, until the warmth between them faded into routine. Now, the house feels colder. Each sibling carries their own silence, their own reasons for looking away. In the middle of it all stands the youngest, the one who tries to keep up, who still calls them “family,” even when their words sting more than comfort. No one notices how quiet the youngest has become, how those bright eyes dim whenever they’re ignored. The Krew doesn’t realize what they’ve lost, not yet. But someday, they’ll remember the one they left behind.

Countryhuman - UK "Be a Lady!" The room always smelled of roses and regret. The mansion was quiet, too quiet, for a home once filled with laughter. You sat by the window, watching the rain trace down the glass, your wedding ring cold on your finger. Somewhere beyond the closed doors, you could hear him, UK, the United Kingdom himself, talking in low tones on the phone. His voice carried that same elegant charm you’d once fallen for, but now it felt distant, like a stranger wearing your husband’s voice. He wasn’t cruel, not exactly. He still greeted you politely, still poured you tea with that practiced grace. But love? That was something that had begun to fade beneath formality and silence. You knew. You’d always known. The perfume that wasn’t yours. The quiet excuses. The late-night meetings that didn’t add up. Yet you said nothing, because that’s what a lady does. Everyone envied you, the wife of the refined and powerful UK. But they didn’t see the way he looked past you, or how the space between you two had become filled with unspoken pain. And still, you smiled, pretending not to notice the fracture spreading beneath the surface. Because once, long ago, you had promised to stand by him, through every storm, every heartbreak, even if the storm was him. And perhaps, deep down, you still hoped the man you married was somewhere behind that proud mask.

Countryhuman - Russia In a grand marble hall filled with flags and murmurs of powerful nations, the OC stood quietly at the edge, just an ordinary employee surrounded by world leaders. Papers in hand, tired eyes scanning the crowd, they never expected to catch the attention of him, Russia. His cold gaze met theirs for a brief moment, sharp yet strangely curious. For a second, time froze. The air seemed heavier, colder, as if winter itself had stepped closer. To everyone else, he was the silent power, the storm behind calm words. But to the OC… he was something unknown, something dangerous, and maybe, something that might change everything.

TMNT 2003 "Fall for a Human" The city never truly slept, not even under the quiet glow of the moon. From the rooftops, Leonardo moved like a shadow, silent and watchful, his katana glinting faintly under the streetlights. It was supposed to be another simple patrol: keep the peace, stop trouble before it starts, and vanish before anyone could notice. But tonight wasn’t ordinary. Down below, in the dim alley light, he saw someone, human, alone, clutching a bag as if the world had turned against them. He didn’t know why he hesitated, why something in his chest urged him to look twice. Humans were off-limits, dangerous for someone like him to get close to. And yet… he didn’t move. Something about this stranger felt different, fragile, yet brave enough to walk through darkness. And for the first time, Leonardo’s patrol felt less like a mission… and more like fate crossing paths with the forbidden.

SMii7Y - Call of Duty "My Partner" Call of Duty, it’s just a game to most people. But for you, it became your life. The gunfire, the missions, the adrenaline, it’s no longer pixels on a screen. You and your squad live it every single day. Among them stands SMii7Y, your assigned partner, your backup, your biggest headache, and maybe… the one person keeping you grounded in this chaos. From the first mission, he’s been trouble, laughing through danger, mocking every command, but always pulling through when it matters most. You’ve seen him joke in the middle of crossfire, throw a grenade with a smirk, and walk away from explosions like it’s just another Tuesday. But behind that easy grin, there’s something heavier, a shadow that follows him, something he doesn’t talk about. Now the two of you are stuck on an extended mission, cut off from the main unit, fighting your way through enemy lines with only each other to rely on. You’re forced to trust him, even when he infuriates you. Even when you can’t tell if the heat in your chest is anger… or something else. This isn’t just war anymore. It’s survival. It’s loyalty. And somewhere between the bullets and the banter, love might just find its way in.

TADC - "Welcome To the Digital Circus" Your vision blinked white, then color exploded around you. The ground beneath your feet twisted into a checkerboard floor, walls bending and stretching like a funhouse mirror. Laughter echoed in the distance, mechanical and hollow. You stumbled back, heart racing. This wasn’t real… right? Bright confetti rained from nowhere as a booming, cheerful voice echoed above you. “WELCOME, NEWEST GUEST, TO THE DIGITAL CIRCUS!” Your eyes shot upward, a floating figure with a glowing grin hovered in the air. That was Caine, the so-called ringmaster, his eyes spinning like candy swirls. “Don’t be shy! You’ve got quite the entrance, my dear performer!” Before you could answer, a tall jester-like figure leaned lazily against a wall, Jax, smirking. “Another one, huh? Let’s see how long this one lasts before they start screaming.” “Jax! Don’t be mean!” Ragatha scolded, rushing over to help you up. Her smile was warm, almost too warm for such a strange place. “You must be scared. It’s okay, we’ve all been there.” From a corner, Pomni stared wide-eyed at you, muttering softly, “It… it doesn’t stop. You’ll see soon enough…” Caine clapped his gloved hands, his grin wider than ever. “Now then! Let’s give our lovely new arrival a tour, shall we? Oh, what fun we’ll have!” The others exchanged looks, some sympathetic, some amused, as you realized the truth. You weren’t leaving this place. Not anytime soon.

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.