#Cringecore

[2dmax]

once a beloved housepet, he now roams neon streets... XULFUR

adopted oc, designed by maggotmush on TH

[mottekesailorfuku]

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Monday, October 23.

The Return of Nyan Cat 🏳️‍🌈

Fashion trends run in 30-year cycles, or so received wisdom would dictate. Well, rules are there to be broken, in our learned view—because this would mean having to wait approximately 18 years until #nyan cat were to come back in vogue. So we are instead grabbing the zeitgeist with both hands and bringing it into the present: Nyan Cat is back in business, baby. 'tis official. Grab your calendars. Mark Monday, October 23, 2023, as the day this sweet, delicious space feline flew back beneath the glare of the pop culture spotlight. Nyan Cat is in.

For those of you in the fandom community, of course, this cartoon cat/Pop-Tart torso hybrid never went away, and so it is very much business as usual. And what magnificent, intergalactic, and rainbow-trailed business it is.

Nyanyanyanyanyanyanya x

[antsinmypenis]

“#cringecore ^-^ proship dni” you are stupid and also dumb

[ninathekillxr]

Ticci Toby

Headcannons

Toby is actually really clumsy and actively drops his hatchets, goggles and knocks cups over.

He hates jam. It’s too sweet and sticky, it’s makes him feel sick.

Toby loves tea and drinks it whenever he’s upset or sick because his mother used to make it for him.

His body would be littered with scars and bruises from tics, fights with the other proxies/pastas and other injuries.

His skin would be really rough and dry

Wears sunglasses indoors because of his light sensitivity

Uses a straw because when he drinks he dribbles out the hole in his cheek, the straw helps.

Needs constant reassurance

Nina’s comments!~

These are so silly fr-

Feel free to request in my asks or dms <3

Nina out

[emma-is-swaggy-and-epic]

Got my covid vaccine the other day and it made me want to draw ponies

The theme of this batch is "the mane 6 embodying different interests i had as a kid" (also they're all supposed to be aged down a tiny bit, around 12 at the oldest)

CHEAT SHEET (would've put this under a cutoff but the post layout keeps glitching out whenever i add one)

Twilight sparkle: reading (feat. Some of my fave books growing up....ignore the fact i forgot to add her magic aura on her horn)

Pinkie: horror media (mainly FNAF and creepypasta)

Applejack: minecraft

Rainbow: MLG memes (and just old memes in general)

Rarity: girly flash games

Fluttershy: undertale

[lesblizzard-ultradyke]

all about leatin ig. is the wilds fandom even alive or. I don't know the og meme but yk. it's someone from twitter. we all know them. kind of. well it's not my idea let's just say that.

ver 2 under the cut because I can ↓

[auttumnleafs]

Goth emo fluttershy

[jeweledstone]

Doing Cringetober two months late cause I was too busy with animation stuff to do it when everyone else was and also fuck you

Day 1: Screenshot Redraw

This is basically a still from Preparing With on yt’s latest upload redrawn with the Cringe Tower versions of Pizzahead and Fake Peppino

Original for context:

Also please go check out Preparing With on YouTube if ya haven’t already, it’s really good and has lots of talented people behind it

[mxrvelouss]

yall im trying to sleep but my throat hurts and i cant, so im just gonna write this (cringe) scenario that has been swimming around in my head all day. to the girlies who wanna be saved by a handsome man like mike schmidt.....this lil story is for u. i cannot believe i posted this

The Scene at the Mall | Mike Schmidt x Reader | Dual POV

warning: mentions of stalking, drinking, kidnapping, harassment

note: this is when mike is still working as a security guard at the mall, so prior to the events of the movie

here is the link to pt 2!

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Are they following me?

That's the thought that was in your head as you made your way through the crowded mall. You had gotten off work an hour ago and, after a particularly busy shift at the restauraunt, you decided to go the mall and spend some money. You deserved it; you had been waitressing nonstop the whole week. It was Friday night now.

When you had left a clothes store about five minutes ago, you saw two men standing at the entrance in your peripheral vision. You heard them whisper and chuckle, and they have been following you from a distance ever since- or at least you thought so.

I'm probably just overthinking, you thought to yourself. But...I don't wanna go out to my car, just in case...

You took a quick glance over your shoulder, and yep, they were still there. They looked away as soon as you made eye contact. Your heart started to pound.

The mall was closing soon, and the area had emptied. You were alone. What to do, what to do....?!

You were getting close to the main exit, but there was no way you were going to go outside in the dark now. So you turn on your heel and do a swift u-turn, now facing the men. They'll keep walking forward, out the door, and then I'll just find another exit in this direction.

As you walked toward them, you started to go diagonally, to get as far away from the creeps as possible. One of them, however, suddenly lunges towards you, the other one close behind.

"Hey, what are you doing here all by yourself?" one of them said, now in front of you, his breath reeking of tobacco and alchohol. There was a nasty grin on his face. The other sneered and crossed his arms.

Just keep walking, just ignore them, they're drunk...

But you couldn't move, like a deer in headlights. You were so freaked out that you didn't even notice the security guard who was suddenly at your side.

******

Mike's POV

Today was a long shift. Mike had been at the mall since noon. And while he knew Abby was safe and sound at home with the babysitter, he was still anxious to get home to her.

He was making his way towards the main exit to prepare to lock the doors when he noticed a girl walking his way- quickly. He looked to the other side of the area, and two middle-aged men were eyeing her.

His heart started to pound.

When the men suddenly made their way in front of the girl, blocking her path, he was no longer at the mall. No, he was back in the forest, helplessly watching the car that took his brother away from him forever.

A voice screamed in his head. Help her!!

******

Protectively shoving you back from the men and forming a wall between you and them, the security guard spoke in a deep, intense voice. "Get out of here," he growled as he glared at the men. "Mall's closing."

The guard quickly turned over his shoulder, looking at you with worried eyes. "You okay?"

You were about to respond with a "yes" when one of the men reached for your arm before you could react. In a slurred voice, he says, "Aw, c'mon man, of course she's-"

The guard immediately turns and shoves him, hard, and the man's grip on your arm releases. You recoil, and the guard grabs both of the men by their shirts. His brown eyes are filled with fury. "I. Said. Leave."

Their alchohol-ridden minds finally take the hint, and they stumble towards the door as the guard follows closely behind. He shoves them out, quickly locking the door behind them.

He takes a deep breath, and turns to you again. You let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, oh my gosh, thank you." Tears fill your eyes and your body starts to tremble from the shock of what just happened. Great, now you just look like some sort of damsel in distress. "Sorry," is all you say as you wipe your eyes.

The guard looks at you with a soft smile and concerned eyes and moves in closer. You notice that he doesn't touch you at all; but even if he did, you would've allowed it. Everything about him, his voice, his presence- it just felt safe.

"You don't have to apologize," he whispers. "I'm glad I was here."

"What's your name?" you ask softly.

"Mike," he replies. The two of you sit down on a nearby cushioned bench, and the trembling starts to stop as he quietly sits by your side. You look up at him, and, to your suprise, now tears are starting to form in his eyes, too.

You wouldn't find out until years later why exactly he cried that night, or why saving you from those men was so personal to him. But that night, as Mike sat with you for a while and, when he was absolutely sure there was no danger, walked you out to your car- you knew that he was the one.

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guys this was so cringe ik BUT ITS MIKE SCHMIDTTTT ok goodnight im sorry

[hungry-skeleton]

They've missed you!

Reblogs > Likes

[l0vehandles]

butger

hi haven’t posted in a while so decided to make a burger gif shitpost :3 i’m pretty sure i was burning out so i needed a break so i could come up with new ideas. anyways, i love mushroom swiss burgers <3

[lacucarachapisser]

sad to say i’m already yours colin zabel x gn!reader

a/n : okay omg it’s happening. beware of the cringe conversation and pathetic angst i really wanna punch myself in the face. no warning, this just too rush and lame and pretty basic also apologies if its weird cuz english isn’t my first im so so so so sorry. i just love colin sm. 1k wc.

this wasn’t the first time colin shut one's eyes to your presence. you’ve grown very used to his demanding job that takes energy, time, and even attention, which often makes you feel like you’re just a second priority. or perhaps not even counted. you think these all are pretty normal because colin is a very capable and responsible when it comes to work. and you get it.

you frequently texted him asking if he’s working late again. the dinner you’d prepared often ended up in the fridge. you waited for him with the light of the television or with an open book on your lap, while your eyes close from weariness. alone. his reply always comes with an apology buried in his deep voice. you get it.

sometimes you choose to sleep first, only to be awakened by the creaking of the door. your man, with his tired face, throws himself onto your shared bed.

"rough day?"

colin just nods, burying his face in the pillow with a long sigh.

“wanna talk about it?”

“can’t.”

he clearly didn’t have much contribution for the conversation he’ll just kill it. also, colin would likely act as if you weren’t there, so you just smile at his brief response. you actually not sure if you want to cry or laugh at that. the cases that colin handles are sometimes too horrific to share. besides, they’re confidential. you genuinely respect how dedicated your man is to his job. you get it.

colin turns his head slightly toward you, his eyes half-closed. you move closer, give him a quick kiss on his cheek and say goodnight. colin, already asleep, faster than you thought, doesn’t even flinch, nor does he say it back.

for days, communication between you two hasn’t been that intense— no dinners together, no movie nights like you used to plan on weekends, no dates. when was the last time you became intimate with each other? probably two weeks ago. or three? four? you get it.

“want me to make you some snacks?”

“no, that's okay baby.”

his voice was soft, and somehow, ironically you miss him so bad even though he was right next to you.

“i heard there’s a new coffee shop and they have like bunch of pet inside, interesting 'right?”

"uh-huh"

"yeah they have puppies! i really wanna go there,”

“sure. can we talk later, baby? i’m busy right now.”

although he comes home every day, sleeping in the same bed with you, his presence just clearly made you felt nothing but more alone. it hurts to see him come home every night as if you’re just a place to stay. never home, probably just a hostel. how cruel if he’d forgotten your efforts, how you filled his empty cup after what his ex did to him. you didn’t take the easy route to win him over. or maybe you were never capable to replace her in the first place? where did you went wrong? isn't it ironic to think how heartbreaking and sad that you already belong to him?

that day, he forgot his breakfast, and even the coffee you have made remained untouched. how long this has to continue? you don’t hate him, not for a second. it’s just that your efforts to make him happy always seemed to fail.

“colin, we need to talk.”

“about what?”

it takes courage for you to start this conversation. you’re actually scared to bring it up because colin might think you’re overreacting.

“i always tell myself that you don’t mean to hurt me— which makes it less painful. but you know what? you never really see me.”

you slowly touch his hand, feels the veins through his skin, strong beneath your fingers, firm and solid.

he gives you a crooked smile. “what’s wrong with you? of course i see you,”

“no. i know you’re busy with work, but… col, i’m right here. how long do i have to hold on to this if you keep acting like that? i can’t take it anymore,”

“baby, i have work to do,”

“oh can we talk later? we never really talk later. why can’t you at least recognize my existence that i’m here? talk to me,”

a bitter taste filled your mouth. it hurts to face colin's expression, one that looks disgusted with you—at least, that’s what you think. now he’ll even hate you because you crave his attention.

“okay, i’m sorry i’m always busy, it’s not my fault it takes up a lot of my time as if i have choices. but i promise—“

“no. stop,” you shook your head, protesting with what colin said.

“stop what?”

“you talk to me like i’m stupid. i’m not stupid. i didn’t blame your job, i would never,”

“i know you’re not stupid, but you did blame me for a stupid reason,”

there his classic maneuver. his words seem like a clever observation to shift the blame, but it's all wrong. that’s not the issue, it never was, and you’ve never blamed his job. your eyes start to fill up with tears, and soon they’ll spill over. the lines on colin's face looks vividly serious, gazing you with intense look.

“t-this is why your ex—"

colin’s hand quickly grabs your jaw. it’s not rough, but enough to surprise you and make you stop your sentence. you gasped at his furrowed brows, his expression so tense with his wide-open eyes.

“don’t.”

you immediately regret it. you didn’t mean to brought up his past, you truly didn’t intended to hurt him.

“please, don’t.” his hand is still gripping your jaw, but his fingers start to loosen, and his thumb gently strokes your cheek. your eyes are still locked with him, and then you realize that what you see in colin’s eyes isn’t anger. it was fear.

you throw yourself into his arms, burying your face in the crook of his neck, muttering apologies between soft sobs. colin wraps his arms around you, holding you tight by the waist. he hides his face on your neck, pressing his body into yours with all his strength.

“colin, i’m sorry, i’m so sorry…”

for a moment, he becomes a complete silent. letting you stay in each other’s embrace. then he finally speaks.

“don’t leave me. please, not again.”

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[luv-n-chaos]

Cringetober Day 15: Animation Meme

Posting the moodboards I forgot to post because I haven't had the spoons to do anything lately :3

Here's a board based on @damagedcoda6669 's old OC. I've been a fan of his work for quite a few years now and I find his old animations to be very nostalgic.

Thanks for inspiring me dude!

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