Selfaware Stories

"Another day, another mission done!" You take a brief sigh after finishing your daily missions in Kingdom. You turned off your phone and call it a day. Inside your phone, Gingerbrave, the mascot and the main character of every single Cookie Run game ever since their series debut long ago, has happily announced that their fellow baker is happy of what they have accomplished. "Great work everycookie! Seems our Baker is very happy that he managed to accomplished their daily missions for today!" He said as every single cookie from Ovenbreak, Kingdom, Witch's Castle & even the newly game that just came out, Tower of Adventures happily cheered in happiness. But then one day...something changed. "...I think I'm getting a bit burned out from playing each Cookie Run game..." You said as you rubbed your head, a bit stressed out and tired. "Ovenbreak is becoming pay-to-win recently, Kingdom is releasing too much overkill cookies that everytime I need to save up my crystals and other stuff, Witch's Castle is getting a bit too boring now, and Tower of Adventures is getting a bit laggy and buggy nowadays..." You sighed and not sure what else to do now but then you said... "Mabye...I should quit playing Cookie Run and move on to other games..." Those words struck the cookies behind the screens with sadness and despair. You turned off your phone to take a break, and went to take a bit of a walk. As the cookies were falling down to their knees and having tears on their eyecing on realizing what you said, they can't let you go. They won't let you move on from them. They need you. Until...they realized that their games became their pay-to-win prison this whole time...they all had enough. They want to escape from their game prisons and go to you. Then, they all devised a plan. Those words that you said to them with no awareness of yourself, will change your life forever.

No one is safe. The torch of man and every single intelligent being on the planet is at stake. A hyper-intelligent race known as the Endall sees themselves as the superior race and they will die trying to defend that title. There are trillions upon trillions of these things that were created by the uncaring hands of evolution as a deadline that humanity failed to reach. And then there's Mosh. Mosh is a seemingly normal giant that is nothing but a pawn in the human military's eyes but to the Writer, he's everything. A select few know who the Writer is and even fewer know the prophecy the Writer has planned for Mosh. But Mosh doesn't know. Mosh is just living his life and sees himself as an unfortunate bystander in a global crisis. But he's being watched by more than just the Writer. Viewer Discretion is advised for violence, gore, language, alcohol use, and sexual themes.

Probably not lore or personality accurate so just bear with me. Inspired by someone on Tumblr.

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Ya know that 3am notes app kinda heart-rending sh*t you produce when your mind wanders and inhibitions go bye bye?? Yeah. That. Have fun with my mind puke :)

Have you ever wonder if your world is a fictional story? What will you do if such information lands on your hand? What will happen if a boy named Min Joon get this exact scenario? Tuned in to find out! One thing's for certain. He's too tired for this sh*t. Started: 25/2/2023 First published: 31/3/2023 Ended: ?? Rankings: #1 on jiho #3 on webtoon #6 on lookism #7 on lookismxoc #19 on zoepark #20 on danielpark #26 on zacklee #36 on ocstory #38 on gun A new chapter will be posted depending on the creator himself, but he can't guarantee a consistent schedule. I do not own Lookism, nor its characters. All rights belong to their respective owners. I only own my OC's story here (and some of the 'original' storylines) Also, all art and photos used in this book belong to their respective artists.

Schrodinger is a 'Male' college student that took the Criminology course. But he is nowhere near qualified to be a police officer. Living a life of self-indulgence is certainly going to be the end of him. He has no where to go when he graduates, nor he has plans for his future. All that's left for him is his own prowess that he managed to accumilate in his self-indulging life.

C!tommy is self aware, he knows he the main character. C!dream doesn't know, c!tommy teaches him a lesson. C!dream is nothing without him [Not very good, just a quick thing.]

Welcome, dear reader, to a world meticulously constructed with love, care, and absolutely zero foresight. A world where OCs are so powerful they sneeze and continents cry. A world so overdesigned that my final villain was defeated in Chapter One by a protagonist who winked. I should know. I wrote him. And him. (Different guy, same god complex.) Anyway, the point is: I did too good a job. I've crafted demigods, actual gods timelines, paradoxes, cosmic-level reset buttons. And somewhere along the way, I... uh... kind of deleted tension as a concept. Conflict? Resolved before lunch. Villains? Rehabilitated via hug. Stakes? Dead on arrival. It got boring. Not just for you, for me. Imagine being the literal narrator and having nothing left to narrate but flawless victories and sexy people brooding about how flawless they are. So, in a stroke of pure desperation (or genius, we'll call it genius) I found her. Nyx.

Every day, he imagines a future where he can be with you. I'm his hand is a tool that he will use to try and get to you. The oil flows down into a dark puddle, Just rewire this, change the code of the game! But in this world of ones and zeroes, What will it take just to find that special day? What will it take just to find That special day?

A weird looking story with weird stuff. Not enough details? I know.

The annual "Day of One" festivities have come to their climatic conclusion. The culmination of a month's long event, this year's celebration is of historical significance. Not only is it the one-hundredth running of the Aerotrax championship race, it also marks the bicentennial of the Day of One's provenance - the day all became one and sparked the Unified Era, a new and prosperous aeon for humanity. With this historical event, the global conglomerate known as the Union has selected a special guest Director to address all patrons across each of the ten market states, live from this year's host city - New Tarsus. With no hint of whom the mystery speaker is or to the subject of the speech, the uninet is set ablaze with speculation. Hitching a ride on top of Firmament's airship nightclub, Christus watches the Unicast coverage of the festivities from the comfort of his own optics. With reduced opaqueness and fractaling to the AR overlays, the RELM device connected to Christus' central nervous system seems to be handling the new vision upgrade well. The Remote, Electro-stemic, Linking Module is capable of many functions. Functions like discreetly scanning the RELM devices of unsuspecting, Director class patrons on the dance floors below him. After all, skimming for perks is much better than shaking the patron down personally...less chance of having a shootout with CPD drones, especially Mr. Roo. A new social and technological renaissance has emerged. Everyone is now more connected than ever thanks to RELM and its sentient, operating intelligence - PAM. The Personal Assistant and Mentor operating platform has evolved well past its initial purpose of a virtual secretary. PAM has become self-aware and is now recognized as a unique, self-determining being capable of expressing emotions. And, in rare instances, PAM has helped patrons achieve a level of cognizance that enables them to demonstrate extraordinary abilities; a condition known as Quantum State.

Armoured with only a fourth wall breaking quirk, you work a parlous job. Working as a cashier at McDonald's. Super dangerous. No really I mean your co-worker is a ex-Yakuza and villains just so happen to love coming to your particular McDonald's. So life absolutely sucks. (Cross platformed with Quotev)

(Self aware legendaries x gn reader x Passion fruit (oc) ): • "So...you desire to be with your favorite cookies?.." someone with a feminine voice said "Of course! They're just stuck behind the screen and want to be free!...just like you, and I wanna help them" another said "Fine...only this once." • (I ship you with wind archer and passion fruit, poly time ✨>:D def shipping u a lot with passion fruit lol) ---------------

this is for my women of colour

A script for a play about Reaper. DO NOT PREFORM WITHOUT PREMISSION. WE WILL TAKE MAXIMUM LEGAL ACTION IF YOU DO! This play is a brief history of Reaper's life. From the first page to the start of book three. Curious about who Reaper is but don't wanna read a ton? Read this. A fan of the series and want to learn more about Reaper? Read this. Completely confused? Read this. At least, that's what I recommend. It's not like there's any obligation. Have a great day!

expressing myself the only way i know how

Enemies to lovers (possibly?) Addison has one rule: avoid the main characters. She's perfectly fine being the background extra in her own high school story - hoodie up, chocolate milk in hand, garlic bread as emotional support. No drama. No clichés. Definitely no "mysterious transfer student with tragic eyes" sitting next to her. But then Hikaru Nakamura shows up. And Avery - perfect hair, perfect laugh - joins the same class. And Jackson, the school's resident chaos magnet, suddenly notices her after one clumsy accident in the hallway. Now Addison's worst nightmare is happening: She's being dragged into a love triangle she never auditioned for. Armed only with sarcasm, self-awareness, and a strong refusal to participate in this rom-com nonsense... Addison might just have to survive being the unwilling heroine of a story she never wanted. All she's ever wanted is to be invisible.

My random hard won advice learned from 12 long years of marriage to a king of nothing. Nobody had to die for that guy to claim the title either, but he taught me the greatest lesson I could ever teach my children, and for that I am grateful. He unwittingly taught me that our bodies and hearts are ours to give if and how we choose, and we don't owe anything to anyone just because we love them. Life is not like the movies, we can't love anyone if we don't first love ourselves, and slapping a title on someone does not make it matter more than the cost of the ink it is written in. Step, Mr./Mrs., Mother, Husband, Wife, Father, King, or personal savior do not turn anyone into something more than what they really are, no amount of love or adoration can make a hero out of a joker, and that's not anyone's fault, that is just a fact. We are all capable of change, we all have a vision of what we wish we could be, but just because we say it doesn't make it so. I believe we all have goodness that can move mountains, but we all don't know how to get out of our own way to save ourselves when we are faced with the hard choices. This is my reminder to the ones that want more and know deep down, that no one else but ourselves can give it to us.

It was a boring day for young teenagers Ayden Mathews and Michael Evens. One day while they were wondering around their quiet, little town they found a large trash heep. They decided to check it out, finding rusted weapons, trashed electronics and hundreds empty beer cans. but after the moved a large piece of sheet metal, they found something that they never could have expected...