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.

TMNT 2012 × 2003 - "Two Leonardo in the same world" A sudden rift in time shatters the calm of battle, a swirling blue portal opens beneath 2012 Leonardo’s feet, tearing him away from his brothers and hurling him into another New York. The air is thicker here, colder, filled with the echoes of distant chaos. He emerges in the shadows of an unfamiliar city, only to come face to face with… himself. But this Leonardo, the 2003 version, stands taller, sterner, his eyes sharper from years of discipline and war. Two leaders, bound by destiny yet divided by experience, now walk the same streets. As they struggle to understand the portal’s mystery, tension rises, pride, doubt, and reflection collide. But somewhere in this strange world, a new figure watches them both an ally, an enemy, or perhaps something much deeper.

TMNT 2003 - "Meet the new Mutant in New York City" New York City has always been full of surprises, from gangs in the alleys to creatures hiding beneath the sewers. But this time, something different appeared. A new mutant had surfaced, powerful, mysterious, and unlike anything the turtles had faced before. Rumors spread through the streets and underground that this newcomer was neither friend nor foe, not yet. The turtles didn’t know whether to see them as a threat to their city or someone who needed help. But fate has a strange way of connecting lives. As Leonardo observed from the rooftops, Raphael clenched his fists, Donatello adjusted his gear, and Michelangelo tried to keep things light. None of them realized this mutant might become more than just another mission, they could be a future ally… or even one of their future lovers. Whatever the case, the night had changed forever.

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.

TMNT 2012 “Mini Leader” A strange experiment in Donnie’s lab goes totally wrong when a burst of purple smoke fills the room, turning Leonardo into a 6-year-old turtle! The once-confident leader of the team is now tiny, wide-eyed, and barely tall enough to reach his own katana. Donnie scrambles to fix the mess, Raph won’t stop laughing, and Mikey’s already teaching “Mini Leo” how to play tag in the lair. Since April’s busy, the OC (You) her close friend, is called in to babysit the little turtle until Donnie finds a cure. But babysitting the “Mini Leader” isn’t easy. He still tries to act tough, giving out orders like, “You must stay alert, citizen!” while holding a juice box instead of a sword. Between laughter, chaos, and unexpected moments of sweetness, the OC (You) realizes just how much heart Leo has, even in a smaller shell.

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.

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.