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Melara Hetherspoon, or well, Melara Lannister, is Mad. But well, you would be too if you had the power of time-loops and memories of another life kicking it in your head.

RATING BUMPED UP TO EXPLICIT Being reborn with her memories intact was pretty great. Being reborn into a world plagued by war was a little less great. Being reborn literally decades before canon events fucking sucked. Senju Tsunade wants what she was previously denied: a long, peaceful life, a family that loves her and a job that brings her purpose. Instead she gets life as a career killer, a family destined to die before she reaches adulthood and no job prospects that wouldn't include murder. Awesome. This story was tailored to create a believable romance for Orochimaru that neither redeems him nor portrays him as a toxic, possessive, obsessive monster. The first part of the story will focus on Tsunade to show how she becomes the sort of person that could have a relatively healthy relationship with someone like him. If you're only here for the romance, I got you - the notes will include a chapter summary so that you can skip the irrelevant chapters. Updated every Sunday! This fic has a discord!

Her words are 'We Light the Way.' Her eyes are green like dreams, and she knows she will be nothing but a captive to her womb, her babes, and the blood they will hold at her father's behest. She was someone else once. In the future she has seen, in the world she has read in the pages of a book, seen acted out on screen, her son will set the Dragons Dancing. Alicent Hightower laughs at the mere thought she would be subject to anyone but her own choices.

She was named Lucia Aragón once. Lucia. And she was born in the place of a Strong Boy meant to die. She was born in the place of the spark, the kindling and flint that began the rage of Fire across Westeros. She is the first note to the Dance. Or, well, she’s supposed to be. But the girl born to the Realm’s Delight had one, single thought about that: That in her second life, Princess Lucerae Velaryon will take a note from her surname, and RUN.

It goes like this: Criston has lived for twenty-two years until he remembers a life before this one. He is kneeling before King Viserys Targaryen, the First of His Name, and his wife and daughter, the blood roaring in his ears as his limbs shake with pain and exhaustion. A distance away, Prince Daemon, the king’s brother, glares at him, nursing his wounds. His morningstar lies off to the side, discarded in favor of the crown of laurels he cradles in his hands. or A young man, reincarnated as Criston Cole, remembers his past life, and Rhaenyra Targaryen is forever changed for it. For better or for worse, Westeros is set on a different path.

Basic medicine and sanitation are simple. During the Warring Clans era, they become revolutionary.

An avid Star Wars enjoyer and otherwise average - a bit of a nerd and somewhat lazy - American guy wakes up as a Sith acolyte of prodigious size on Korriban. Beginning with the dubious instruction of Overseer Tremel, he must adjust to life in the Empire, and to the realities of a new body that challenges his expectations at every turn, hoping to survive long enough to become a power within the Sith Empire of legend. Or, alternatively, Acolyte Xanot has spontaneous, massive memory loss on her way to Korriban and thinks she was once a basic-ass Human from another world. Current Update Schedule: Inconsistent

A young, dreamless girl closes her eyes in the Mediterranean Sea, and opens them in the middle of East Blue. (How do you go on, when everything you have ever known and loved is gone, and everything left to love should be a paper-thin lie?)

Takenaka Hideo is a thirty-two year old, in mild desperation for money, who has just been hired as a new janitor for UA's support staff. He has a quirk that lets him find lost objects, a liaison with the police because of it, and desperate desire for competent co-workers. Oh, and he's already lived a previous life, in a world where quirks and heroes didn't even exist. Not a big deal, though. It's not like you ever see the janitor playing a big part in action movies. He's here to get paid, and that's it. On the opposite side of the equation, class 1-A has to wonder at the new UA cryptid that always seems to show up when things are on fire, and who keeps trying to convince them to let the adults handle the fire extinguisher.

He dies on April Fool's Day, so now he's Obito Uchiha.Because apparently that's how the universe works now. i.e.In which Obito is a reincarnate and does not care for canon in the least.

A 30 year old American farmer is sent to the world of ASOIAF. Follow as he tries to create a life for himself.

Right. Waking up as a female Sasuke after the massacre, Aiko, now with some new memories of things to come, understands one thing. She is screwed. Not only does she need to get ready for a moon goddess, kill an eye fetishist, dodge a pedophile snake, and possibly drag her stupid, dying older brother home, kicking and screaming, she needs to figure out her own mess of whether or not she’s actually Aiko or just a body snatcher. And possibly, quite literally, use her own Will of Fire to BURN IT ALL DOWN. A take on the Uchiha Massacre aftermath, from the perspective of an oc-insert.

Sandwiched between two princes and forced to choose which one she liked more, Daena decides that monogamy is overrated and goes the good ol’ fashioned Aegon the Conqueror way by taking two husbands. Alternatively, modern girl gets reborn as Rhaenyra’s eldest child and decides she’s going to bag at least one of these ridiculously pretty Targaryens, questionable family relations be damned.

Sometimes it still scares you what you can get used to, in this world. By now, you welcome the sting of familiar fear — it keeps you sharp. And it means there's still enough of you left to feel afraid of what you're becoming. or: An anxious burnout wakes up as a nameless moray mer, one of many spawned and doomed to die. They quickly learn the price of compassion and of company in the Coral Sea, and exactly what they’re willing to pay for both. The cost of their burgeoning inhumanity is harder to come to terms with... but at least they aren’t alone for it. or: The self-proclaimed eldest Leech just wants to live quietly, please!! Life, family, and his own ‘interesting value’ conspire against him. Can’t someone humbly pursue a magic thesis and internally weep over their degrading morality in peace?? Ah, at least they have their very cute and kinda scary genius trio to dote on… Yes, hurry up and graduate to take responsibility for this shady ‘family business’, won’t you!? Enabling— um, cheering you on mightily! ( ु⁎ᴗ.ᴗ⁎)ु.｡oO

Maybe she should just keep her nose out of all this shinobi business, but that's quite a difficult thing to do when your best friend plans to become a shinobi and your clan wants you to become one. Well, misery loves company and all that, so might as well join the party, right? Or — how Uchiha Heiwa brightened at least one person's life in a world of tragedy.

”I... I don’t get it, Sukuna.” He then leaned away just a bit more and used his sleeve to wipe away the few stray tears. Sukuna smirked, showing a sliver of his teeth. ”What, how I did it? Frankly speaking, brat, I don’t think you would understand even if I explained it.” When in doubt; act vaguely mean. Just don’t overdo it. ”Heh, I probably wouldn’t, yeah.” The teen once again turned to look at Sukuna’s face. The weird intensity of his stare honestly freaked the curse out a bit, though of course only on the inside. ”But no, what I don’t get is,” Yuji paused for a moment, almost as if thinking of not saying what he planned on saying. Then, his face grew determined, and he began again. "What I don’t get is why you pretend to be evil.” Sukuna’s smirk faded completely as he froze, for but a fraction of a second, thinking What? Or; Sukuna does something undeniably kind. Yuji goes looking for answers.

An addition to the Dance, sister of the Conquerors, self-insert into canon characters, and various others who will fuck canon up. (Collection of one-shots about fic ideas within the ASOIAF fandom that may or may not be continued. Mostly SIOC. Very self-indulgent.)

Gojo Satoru knew he was arrogant. Even more so now that a certain cockroach head named Emi became his aide. "Why did you agree to stay here?" The boy asked as he watched her through his peripheral vision. "I told you. I needed to bring someone down a notch." "Damn it." In which Emi was handing out free therapy to anyone who needed it. Right after she finished her turn, of course. SI/OC

Look, you're not supposed to wake up as character of a video game. Let alone the character of your favorite video game series. Yet somehow, that's exactly what's happened to me.And not just any video game character either.No, I have to be the clone one.The one and only Riku Replica.