self-insert

A SI into Selyse Florent, later Selyse Baratheon. Refusing this time around to be vexed by a mustache, lack of indoor plumbing, and no more guacamole in favor of keeping her eyes on the prize: Surviving the upcoming Long Night and not letting Melisandre go Full Melisandre.

Night City, it's a place of endless wonders and horrors. Opportunities and dangers, but before Motoko Kusanagi can access any of them. She first has to build up enough strength to walk again. Learn the basics of living in a world that was just a game to her before. Good thing she found a Shard hidden in her stuff that opens the door of opportunity. But like all opportunities in Night City, it usually ends up in a gunfight. Self-Insert with a modified Cyberpunk 2077 Gamer System. Not a direct Ghost in the Shell Crossover. MC just happens to share the name. Update schedule is every fourth day.

Sea Kings, sea-sickness, sunburns, a 95% genocidal Navy and more than a million and one other assorted ways to die. It's official: Being inserted into an anime sucks ass... Buuut I guess it could be worse. I mean, look on the bright side: At least I'm sailing with the future king of the pirates.

Being born as the fifth child of the once prosperous Tsunemori family has never been easy for Honōka. Throw in the fact that she was Tachibana Tomoe first, a troubled girl from Tokyo who grew up in the 90s, and you have a recipe for disaster. Having struggled with social cues even as Tomoe, being stuck in the infant body of Tsunemori Honōka does not help her case. As the only dark-haired child born to fair-haired parents, Honōka faces hostility, uncertainty, and abuse from the members of her new family. A child that does not resemble their parents is, as they say, the child of an oni.

A man from modern day America wakes up to find himself in Westeros, years before the show's start. As a fan (and to an extent, realist), how will he act according to the future he knows is coming? I'm withholding any relationship tags or archive warnings to avoid giving too much of the game away. Hope you can forgive me! *Currently on writing hiatus. As of 6/29/2024, 2k out of 100k words written.

Aikawa Toshiro is born anew on the heels of the third shinobi war. He's clanless, average in strength, and is alive on luck alone. But he's here. And he's about to make it everyone else's problem. Life beget change, and if Konoha is so frequently likened to a tree, shouldn't it be expected to grow?

“Honey, maybe we shouldn’t?” Fugaku rasped between the kisses. “Well… it hasn’t been that long since Itachi… are you sure it’s okay?” “Oh please, Fugaku, my love, it’s fiiiiine. What’s the worst that could happen?” The famous last words. In this story, our OC is brought from the modern world into the world of shinobi as a daughter to Fugaku and Mikoto Uchiha. Some will say she is an angel, but the clan quickly learned, that she was more like a spawn of Madara Uchiha himself. Meanwhile, our dear OC, faced with the life of a shinobi, would ask only one question: What would Madara do? This fic has a discord! ^^

When she awoke to a new life in Westeros, Ursula Mires nearly did the smart thing. Only a year away from becoming sworn to the Faith as a septa and being free to live in relative comfort and safety in one of the more prestigious Reach cloisters, she was content with her lot in life. Her advice, slowly fed to her father over many years, had enabled her family to survive the Dance and rise in station. House Mires had its legacy secured, until tragedy struck early that winter. Now Ursula is heir to a floundering House she does not want, in a war-torn land that she must drag out of the mud. Many ladies are in her position in what maesters would later call ‘the winter of widows’. Only Ursula knows what is coming next, and she’s not sure if her house will survive it.

"It was a good distinction to make. I wasn't Bella, but for the time being, I could be Isabella." Because time marches on and waking up as Bella Swan is unfortunate, but it's not the end of the world. Only the end of her's. Links for music playlists and story translations available in the series notes.

If that was a normal fanfiction, she would have been reincarnated fifteen years before the beginning of the Plot, so she could join class 1-A (hopefully taking Mineta Minoru’s spot) and save the world side by side with her friends. She would have been on the Good Guys’ side from birth, because everyone loved heroes and every child aspired to be one. Right? Well, someone in the Reincarnation’s Administration must have screwed up. Because not only was she born a good seven years in advance, but she had been reincarnated in a family with enough issues to put the Todoroki to shame. But hey, she could teleport. She wasn't exactly going to complain about it, right? (Self-Insert born a few years before Izuku Midoriya's generation. Let's explore this world, sort out some drama, and try to become a hero in the meantime. What could go wrong?) ON HIATUS UNTIL SUMMER 2025

There's a quote that comes to mind: “Treat a man as he is, and he will remain as he is. Treat a man as he could be, and he will become what he should be.” If they'd been smart, the citizens of Konoha would have realized this. If you call a boy a monster, then a monster he shall be. Natsume has a head full of a past life's knowledge and the sinking realization that in this world, no one will step up to protect him and Naruto. So he learns to do it himself, even if it means staining his hands so Naruto can keep his clean.

Totally self-indulgent Rhaenyra Self-Insert, written solely because I need to start writing again instead of planning a story to death. Cross posted on Space Battles - back to regular posting!

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!

It's a self insert fic. You know the drill. Featuring a grumpy protagonist who wants mochi, clean socks, and to maintain possession of their life and eyeballs in that order, a troll-dad sensei who's genuinely trying to understand the pint sized weirdos he's been saddled with but isn't sure where to start, and two team mates who are honest to god twelve year olds who canonically didn't mature until after the handy dandy time skip. Where, please, is the unsubscribe button, because I'd like to request a different afterlife.

Alternate Title: The Snake Goes Ara Ara By cruel trick of the fates, intervention of stupid gods, or just the apathy of an uncaring universe I find myself woken up as Orochimaru just after he had possessed a woman for his new host. Now I need to find a way to turn this hoard of sycophants and psychos into something that will not only keep me from an early grave, but also how to change it to a force of change in this messed up world.

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.

When someone dies, they lose their memory and are reborn as someone else. That's how it should be. "Should" is the key word. No one wants to be reborn as Harry Potter. No one wants to keep their memories while being reborn as Harry Potter. I repeat: NO ONE WANTS TO BE HARRY- Oh forget it, I'm going into Slytherin.

I turn around, and slam my forehead into the deck as I fall to my knees. “Please, god, I know the last time we talked I told you to suck an egg but what the actual fuck. What did I do? Is this because of the gay thing? I’ll stop I swear I’ll knock it off just please—” “What are you talking about? Why were you swimming all the way out here? What’s with your weird clothes?” The Boy, whom I refuse to name on principle, starts rapid fire shooting out questions while wiggling his way across the tiny boat to me. “This is actually happening. Oh my god this is real, what the shit…” I turn around from my position on the floor to see The Boy crouched inches from my face. I give an undignified yelp and scramble as far back as I can without tipping over the edge. He gives me that bright grin and announces “I’m Monkey D. Luffy! I’m gonna be King of the Pirates!” Then he cocks his head to the side. “Who’re you?”

Somehow, I find myself reborn in the world of Harry Potter as a no-name orphan. You know what that means: pursuing magic's secrets and uncovering the most tantalizing of mysteries this world has to offer! Oh, Voldemort? Why should I care? SI OC. A slow-boil, realistic journey of a man rediscovering his path in a world of great magic— whether for good, or for evil. Cross-posted from FFNet due to fan requests.

Harry Potter stumbled through his life because others laid out a carefully planned path and treated Harry as a pawn since he was born. What happens when there is a Harry that refuses to accept fate? What happens when all those carefully laid plans of his enemies and allies alike go up in smoke?

Reborn just in time to join the rest of the younglings in asking Master Skywalker what they were going to do because there were too many of them.Oh well, she had future knowledge, a tendency to be overlooked and forgotten about by the Creche Master, and the reckless abandonment of someone who knows when they die. AKA Maria, a fan from our world, wakes up in GFFA and decides that she isn't here for a long time, but a good time. She's not here for the whole cult thing of the Jedi, but she will annoy the Sith whenever she can. Though if the Coruscant Guard could be a bit less good at spotting the unaccompanied Jedi child wandering the Senate, that would be appreciated.

Join Victoria Ferrous, reincarnated girl on her adventure through the Pokemon World. Through important adventures such as, dealing with her teachers Tauros, and dealing with duty bound Growlithe in the morning that refuse to let her sleep in! Join her on her Pokemon Journey as her eyes are opened to how real this world is. A slice of life adventure in a Pokemon world. Anime based, but things aren't quite the same. Not a dark fic, but an exploration into trying to make the world feel more real.

Ripples turn into waves and crash upon the shores of what is and what could be, and I was just someone else who got pulled under. I didn't realize that even a drowning person makes waves of their own. A SI OC story. Cross-post for formatting shenanigans and discussion. Rating based on language.

Waking up in the body of the most inconvenienced character in Fire & Blood , the young Rhea Royce, was shocking. Knowing what awaited her and not too keen on living in misery, only to die at 34, she chooses to take matters into her own hands. She creates a plan that hopefully erases a possible betrothal with Prince Daemon Targaryen or perhaps placates him enough to create an amicable relationship between them. Things seem to all be in order, however, why is Daemon Targaryen acting so strange?

A day before the UA entrance exam, Izuku falls asleep but someone else wakes up in his body, with the knowledge of the anime and manga, will this new Izuku Midoriya stick to the canon or make necessary changes to the story, what's the worse that could happen? Someone from the real world wakes up as Izuku Midoriya. Renamed from Remastered Izuku Midoriya

Sasaki Mirai knew the future. Many thought that would be a given with a quirk like Foresight. But how does an anxiety-riddled, resting-bitch-faced, type-A-personalitied, underground hero tell the world that it's actually because she was reborn into one of her favorite animes? Answer: she doesn't. Instead, she tries (and fails) to stick to canon, forges herself a found family out of civilians, heroes, and baby villains alike, and prays to God Nedzu that it all works out for the best. Or: a self-insert really wants to take a backseat and watch canon continue from a distance, but that's hard to do when she keeps stumbling over distressed kids and adding them to her found family like a dragon adding gold to its hoard. Featuring: an author exposing themselves, paperwork, and a fumbling All Might trying to navigate having shared custody with an underground hero.

She didn't ask to be Haruno Sakura, but if she has to deal with being her, then so will everyone else. Or: like a river, we get swept up in the moment (all things are in flux)

House Mooton is an old and respected house founded before the time of Petty Kings and forever residing in their city, Maidenpool. Eleanor Mooton inherits the Ladyship of House Mooton after the second brother of two months dies in a hunting accident in the middle of Robert’s Rebellion. She is quite put upon about this. (alternatively: local reincarnation unfortunately becomes important due to the universe's own fuckery. she should've ran to essos the second she realized where she was.)

Ugh, I have to do everything myself around here. Can't find a single Self-Insert as Bakugou Katsuki fanfiction, so here I am, doing God's work. (cowards)

"She's at that age when a girl only has one thing on her mind." Shikaku smirks, an amused twinkle in his eyes. "Boys?" Elder Koharu asks, a slight sneer on her face. "Revolution." Chiyuki bluntly answers, and the silence that follows is deafening. Or; being the Third Hokage's daughter has the added bonus of having a front seat to all the dirt that goes on behind the scenes. But that's okay, she'll tear Konoha down and rebuild it from scratch, if she has to. [OC/Self-insert]

Or, 'How I Learned to Stress Out and Ruin Everything': a gripping tale of tears, danger, tender hearts and derring-do, in which I take on a world that isn't as made-up as I thought it was and my choices really, really matter. [A self-insertion story that has been a long time coming but was also inspired in no small part by YourIdiotWriter's SATOKO and Tozette's Day One.]

"No. We were brought here for a reason, Sammy." He grinned at her, a flash of white teeth. "We're here to wreak havoc." Sam was not on board with that idea. Absolutely not. They weren't here to exploit this new world. They weren't going to mess with the story just because they could. And she wasn't grinning right back at him. No. Of course not. They were here to make things better. They were here with the foreknowledge of what would happen so they could help people. She wasn't thinking about how much chaos they could create, or how someone like Jim being Harry Potter was going to destroy the entire plot. And she definitely wasn't thinking about the damage they could do to just about everything with magic at their disposal. She wasn't. "You're right," Sam leaned across the table so they were inches apart as she whispered, "Let's fuck shit up."

A Renly Baratheon SI that tries to be truly realistic. As Lord Paramount of the Stormlands can I keep my head attached? Is going for the throne a good idea? And WTF am I going to do about the White Walkers?

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.

The girl stood still. There was a gentle tap-tap echoing in the air as she observed the room. Her fingers were wet, and her toes squished unconsciously into the puddle beneath her, an age-old habit from a childhood spent playing in the water. It was wildly inappropriate in the current situation, her mind helpfully pointed out. Tap tap tap. The noise mocked her. She inhaled a breath, disrupting the sound, and turned her eyes away from the tableau before her. Her fingers clenched into fists. Unhelpful, she couldn’t help but notice. The skinny little hands that sat at the end of her equally short arms were virtually useless. Tiny fingers unable to clench anything, palms to small to hold anything. Useless. Tap tap tap. The girl inhaled again, flexing bloody fingers into the cold air. She eyed the floor once more, or more accurately, the bloody mess that covered the floor. Her toes squished again. OR: A girl is promptly horrified to learn that she has been reborn into Hannibal universe and is fairly certain of her impending death. She really shouldn't have gotten attached to the man that is now apparently her father.