Two years ago, Shen Yuan transmigrated into the role of the reclusive, mysterious wizard npc of Heaven’s Starry Harvest Way, a truly regrettable Stardew Valley/Harvest Moon clone. Now he spends his time helping villagers with useful potions and ingredients, wondering if the main character is ever going to arrive.

Everything changes when he finds the geode.

Maybe the fate of Uchiha Itachi and the Uchiha Clan could have been changed if Itachi had just had one more family member he could trust -- someone as powerful, invested in Konoha, and devoted to the clan as him. Someone with a little extra knowledge up her sleeve.

Unfortunately for Itachi, the Uchiha's abysmal luck with siblings has given him... Kaeru.

Li Susu dies in Jing.

She wakes up as Ye Xiwu for a second time in Sheng.

This time, she’s earlier than she was before.

Shen Yuan was a generational talent. He’s graceful, intelligent, and socially adept. He was always pleased with his progress and his progress was always far ahead of any expectations. To remain in his company, to make him notice Luo Binghe was more than just a friendly child, he had to be extraordinary too.

Being a half-demon was not part of the plan.

Sawada Tsunayoshi woke up as an unnamed mob in one of the ongoing manga he read before he died. Living in a world of trigger happy flame-weilding mafia, he will do his best to live happily and undisturbed.

But in every corner he seems to attract the attention of the unlikeliest characters. From the mysterious mist running an antique shop to the terrifying Vindice and even the world's greatest hitman. Tsuna will not be able to continue being Mob character A at this rate.

or,
Help! I Need to Relearn How to Play Glory to Fulfill Contractual Obligations and the Only One Who Can Teach Me Is the Man I Stole Everything From!
(Tagged: Not a Danmei, Not Not a Danmei, Everyone But the Two Leads Thinks It’s a Danmei)

In which Sun Xiang gets to redo his embarrassing youth except for the part where he’s contractually obligated to still at least partially reenact his embarrassing youth.

In a world obsessed with killing and dying, Seiko is mostly concerned with chasing off her boredom. The Academy wasn’t exactly intellectually stimulating, but dying in the second shinobi war sounded like a long walk off a short pier. Everyone is always so stressed about avoiding attention, or min-maxing skills in situations like this.

Seiko is of the opinion that those people need to chill the hell out. Maybe play a little shogi. Death comes for them all anyways. Better to enjoy this all while it lasts.

(genius self insert stumbles into disrupting a timeline with the intentionality of an elephant trampling a very fancy tea shop.)

“I could devour you,” Samiel says gently, and Jay can feel the heat of his words sinking into his translator. “Won't you let me, pretty human? I'd make it ever so good for you.” His voice is intimate, filthy; that of a lover. Of a predator that has caught its prey.

Or:

Wing Commander Jason Lane is doing his best. He's got a political coup to stop; a peace treaty to negotiate; half a planet out to kill him and - oh yes, Samiel.

Always, Samiel.

Over the course of their years-long partnership, Yoo Joonghyuk has come to learn many things about Kim Dokja. Kim Dokja is greedy, he is heartless, and he cannot be trusted.

By the time Yoo Joonghyuk realizes his mistake, it's already too late. Unless...?

    Yoo Joonghyuk looked over at his words, and Dokja met his gaze with a little smile. There was that expression again. His eyes dark and commanding, pinning him to the spot. His sweep of hair fell over, and Dokja fought the urge to brush it to the side.

    His heart raced. A prickling heat spread over his chest.

    What was going on here? Why was he feeling like this?

    Could it be-

    Oh no.

    Oh no.

Kim Dokja is vexed when his chief editor assigns him the publication's next big story - a feature on the rising esports star: Yoo Joonghyuk. For some mystifying reason, she insists on him putting his absolute all into this piece, despite the pro gamer being possibly the most difficult person he has ever met.

“Okay, so I know a guy,” Nie Huaisang says, lowering his voice. “He gives lessons."

Wei Ying can’t quite believe he’s considering this. Blowjob lessons? And to think he thought he was straight twenty-four hours ago.

Newly discovered bisexual Wei Ying wants to learn how to give head. Enter Lan Wangji.

    It takes a moment for Yoo Joonghyuk to realize that the concubines aren't glaring at Kim Dokja, but rather him.

Kim Dokja transmigrates into the webnovel "The Emperor’s Ways to Survive a Ruined World" as a concubine of the protagonist Yoo Joonghyuk. What does he do? Start a book club, of course!

Prapai has never paid much attention to what's being wagered at the races, and finds himself discomfited to have inadvertently won a contract with an omega. He knows that the contracts are predatory, despite being legal, designed to target vulnerable omegas and put them under an alpha's control. Now that he has one, what is he supposed to do with it?

 

Prapai considered, before Chai cleared his throat and said, “Prapai. If you don’t intend to sign the contract - ”

Before Chai could finish his sentence, Sky’s head finally came up. He stared at Prapai with a pleading expression. “You’re not going to sign?”

 

Sky has been under a contract for four years, and has forgotten what it's like to be free. When Prapai isn't like all the other alphas, he's simultaneously relieved and heartbroken that his new alpha doesn't want to be with him.

Yuuri Katsuki can skate really well, when no one is watching. It's only a matter of time before he does something amazing, and the world takes notice.

It starts with Phichit, gets to Sochi, and ends, as everything does, with Victor.

In which Yuuri does things, Phichit is the MVP (Yuuko a close second), and Victor is smitten.

In which Yuri Plisetsky began life with the name Edward Elric, and this has made the world of figure skating a significantly stranger and more alarming place.

“Are you saying you lived a life of crime before you began skating?”
“I’m gonna have to check the statute of limitations on a couple things and get back to you on that.”

“We rest in the shade of trees our ancestors planted.”

 

They called the man in the ice Yiling Laozu, after a folk hero associated with the town in the foothills of the mountains where he was found.

No one expected him to be alive!

Shen Yuan had lived a pretty average life as the second son of a wealthy merchant family up until the universe decided it was time to remind him of his otherworldly origins and untimely death. Already on the fast track to be a disciple at Huan Hua as a cannon fodder NPC he’s left to wonder how he’ll manage to survive the plot nonetheless the protagonist himself?

“This isn’t a hotel.” Eames tried to sit up and gave up before even getting his head off the pillows; he pouted, as though that were a thing for grown men to do, and Arthur merely watched as he then braced his right arm—the one that wasn’t black and blue from wrist to bicep and in a splint on top of that—on the bed and hauled himself into a very slightly more upright position slowly, grimacing as he did.

“No, it’s not a hotel,” Arthur said at last, holding out the mug. Eames took it, looked into it, and frowned deeply at it before dumping the small cocktail of pills it held straight into his mouth. Arthur took the mug back to pour some of the actual tea. “What the hell makes you think I’d take you to an AirBnB?”

“Well, I seem to have awoken in a very twee cabin.”

“Fuck you,” Arthur said, and he set the mug and the pot down a little roughly on the table at the head of the bed and went off to see if the cold snap had hung around long enough for the front steps to need salting.

After a decade of living abroad, Lan Zhan returns to China. But Lan Zhan is out of his depth in a land that was once his home. After all, there's no step-by-step guide for when your mother dies.

As he sorts through her affairs and grapples with his grief, he meets Wei Ying, his mother's friend and the artist she'd commissioned to illustrate a book of nursery rhymes. And as he and Wei Ying strike a partnership of their own, Lan Zhan wonders if he ever knew his mother at all.

What could be so hard about growing up as an Uchiha? As a founding clan of Konoha, surely they’re honored and respected, right?

…RIGHT?!

⟡˙⋆♡⋆˙⟡{ Or: }⟡˙⋆♡⋆˙⟡

Uchiha Kiya is young, but she already has everything she could ever want in life—an older brother she adores, the prestige of a powerful clan, and even a growing bond with the young boy who happens to be the Uchiha heir.

Until fate intervened, of course, and the life she loved was ripped from her fingertips (and promptly doused with gasoline, lit on fire, and blown up before her very eyes).

Uchiha Kiya is older now, and all she wants is to salvage what’s left and build a life worth living… although a silver-haired shadow she can’t get rid of threatens to extinguish those hopes, too.

Or does he?

Lan Wangji lifts his head to press his lips to Xiao-Hei's forehead, the kiss an expression of all the affection he has to offer.

“Prrt?” Xiao-Hei says, and stretches, and—

The weight on Lan Wangji increases abruptly, and his hands aren't touching soft fur anymore, they're touching soft skin—bare skin—and he's looking down into Xiao-Hei's yellow, slitted eyes, though not into Xiao-Hei's little cat face, but the face of a man.

A beautiful, startled, very naked man.

Or: Lan Wangji finds himself with a stray cat he didn't want, then a stray cultivator he pretends not to want, and then a stray boyfriend he definitely wants.

"Are you serious? You're telling me Qinghua and your tutor--" Mobei pauses then, as though he couldn't bear to even think about it, much less say it; Luo Binghe, with his teary eyes and sniffing, isn't any better, "--are dating?"

Their names also sound familiar, and it hits Kim Rok Soo that those are the character names from The Birth of a Hero, the novel Kim Rok Soo had been reading before he fell asleep and woke up in this world.

Ron and Beacrox Molan, an assassin and torture expert.

...Wow.

...That’s a scary coincidence.

Especially because he’s heard the residents of this house saying the word “Molan” more than a few times already.

...There’s no way, right?

    Yoo Joonghyuk marched up to the edge of the rooftop, and Kim Dokja whirled around when his footsteps reached his ears. He opened his mouth to say something but Yoo Joonghyuk cut him off by firmly clamping his forearm, his hand easily encircling the entire circumference of his pale wrist.

    His eyes were wide, devoid of any light.

    Yoo Joonghyuk’s steady, deep breathing became even more prominent in this heavy silence. His palm pulsated against the slender wrist in his grasp.

    He watched Kim Dokja’s eyes alternate between his arm and Yoo Joonghyuk, the surprise delineated by his raised eyebrows.

    “Get down from there.”

Upon transferring to a new high school, Yoo Joonghyuk somehow befriended the quiet boy who sat in the back of the classroom.