#this is cringe but i am FREE

[messysketchyobeyme]

There’s a lot of things that Mammon wants to say to you but can’t.

He wants to tell you how much he likes the way your eyebrows scrunch up wherever you’re concentrating on something important.

He wants to tell you that he spends a good chunk of his time staring at his D.D.D., willing for you to send him a text.

And, when you do finally text him? He wants to tell you how giddy he gets every time. It’s to the point where he has to wait a few seconds to text you back, or else he’d just send you some incomprehensible key board smash every time.

He wants to tell you that the sound of your voice is enough to send him spiraling. It’s the same sweet voice that calls out to him every morning, laughs with him during RAD, and hums to your favorite songs playing on his car radio. It’s also the same voice that he hopes would someday whisper sweet nothings in his ear when nobody is looking.

He wants to tell you that he often plans his future with you. What it would be like to live with you permanently, whether you two would stay in the human world or the Devildom, and how often you guys would visit the other world. It isn’t something he can dwell on for too long.

He wants to tell you that there have been multiple times where he catches himself staring at you for far, far too long. It isn’t something that he does on purpose, but sometimes the moonlight catches the light in your eyes at just the right angle that he can’t help but to marvel at your beauty.

He wants to tell you that he craves your touch constantly. He needs to feel your hand in his constantly, but the second his skin grazes yours, butterflies flutter anxiously in his stomach. It’s too much to bear sometimes, but he can’t imagine being away from your touch for too long.

He wants to tell you that he daydreams about you a lot. His mind makes up so many scenarios about you against his will. He spends his time thinking about sharing an umbrella in the rain with you or other cutesy romantic things. He realizes that he may have a problem when he subconsciously doodles his thoughts rather than writing his notes in class.

He wants to tell you how much he l— lo— lov—

Mammon wants to tell you how much he cares about you, but how can he when he can’t even admit it to himself?

[wyvernstail]

[deadmansbistro]

[withonelook]

THE ABIMERS ARE FIGHTING ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[guccigarantine]

Another Kill For The Highlight Reel

[maziecrazycloud]

Ode to my Old Friend

Note: *For my Creative Writing class, I had to write a poem to someone from a different time. Naturally, I chose Jimmy. We finally reached the final draft of the poem, and while I don’t write poetry a lot, I felt this came out better than I expected. It was a weird assignment, and my professor pushed me to really dig deep with this one. Poetry is tough, and this is a little weird, but it was kinda fun. I hope you all enjoy!*

Can you hear my voice, old friend?

You don't know who I am, or even when I am trying to speak softly to you,

whispering your name in moments of silence.

But I am here amongst you,

in the music I play to remember you by.

Your voice falls through an old record player in my room,

keeping me grounded when the world feels too big.

Your voice never leaves me, old friend.

You are also inside the voices of my guitar,

that I play to mimic the songs you

wrote all those years ago.

I can hear your voice in my fingers, smelling of

Guitar strings stinging with song, old friend.

Images of you are on my walls.

In my mind.

In my eyes.

But most importantly my ears.

I see you in my dreams, daring and delicate, old friend.

Your face is young on my walls,

With wild midnight hair and careful emerald eyes.

You are a night sky so distant and close, I can feel your influence

and touch the air around you,

But Im blind in the dark, and your not that young midnight anymore.

You’ve grown up, old friend.

You've seen me my whole life and the same to you. Its strange.

Small toddler, I sat and watched you play your guitar so long ago.

Your voice emanated into my small bones and rang through my skull.

Transfixed by you, I was.

I'm older now, but nothing has changed, old friend.

I have named your voice.

Your voice is a guitar tone

Sizzling through a fuzz pedal

fifty years old.

You are immortalized. Electric, old friend.

I hear your voice loudly now.

Recorded fifty some odd years ago now.

Your voice is the same, and ever present in my mind as if

it were yesterday.

I wasn't there but I still hear it.

You don't know me,

I know you so well.

I know its not fair,

You changed my life.

We are from different times,

But lets make this right.

It's nice to meet you, old friend.

[folansstuff]

I'm in the middle of cleaning out my laptop and found these custom cards I made for Illyana and Atti.

The idea was that Yana could exile and return Atti or other spells you controlled, but if she sent a enemy card through they had to go through Limbo. Meanwhile I think? the phasing was Atti warping people out of the Garden.

I also made Atti so if you wanted he could also just be Kitty, since I didn't want to ignore the Katyana shipper in my heart.

While I'm still hoping they do a Magik card for the Marvel set they're doing in 2025, but if they don't I will be making one as a reskin.

[porcelain-rob0t]

on identity, healing the inner child, fursonas, and cringe culture

[gor3sigil]

"We need to bring cringe/shame back" more like you need to learn how to sit with the discomfort of people liking and doing shit you don't like.

I myself sometimes feel it when I browse social media and then I remember that other people having fun isn't about me and guess what ? I stop feeling uneasy.

You don't viscerally need to say or do something about things you found cringe. You can just look away and mind your own business.

[kimi-karma]

I lost a bet and as a result I had to draw Mithrun in that one pineapple shirt

[frenzyarts]

I'm not going to buy your art if you're going to reblog cringe.

This is one of the funniest asks I’ve ever gotten I don’t even know how to respond

You’re ON the cringe website. Do you also get mad when you open a book and words are inside

[maelicgrn]

Self-indulgent showtime sketches

[someones-there-1]

more spiderjon nonsense enjoy 😌

[likelimeonade]

Have you seen anything more romantic? (They make me SICKKKKK)

[la-pheacienne]

I'm reading the lord of the rings and I'm once again amazed at how... good most characters are. Like, they are genuinely good people. They are a bunch of kindhearted, gracious, caring people, coming together under adverse circumstances and trying to figure things out and find a solution and support each other through it all. Like Frodo and Sam meet Faramir and Faramir is a bit suspicious at first and kind of implies Frodo may be a spy, and then when he hears his story and he's like Frodo, I pressed you so hard at first. Forgive me! It was unwise in such an hour and place. And this blows.my.mind. He wasn't even particularly mean or threatening to him in the beginning, he's just such a kind, considerate man, recognizing the kindness and honesty of another man. And they're all like that. Even Gollum starts slowly changing (for a short while) when he encounters Frodo because that's the thing about kindness and humility and grace, they are contagious. They transform people, even a creature like Gollum cannot be immune to that. Like, you may consider all this simple and basic and I get it but, hear me out. It is quite rare to see that in modern media and it is also pretty difficult to pull off in a way that is not corny and simplistic. It is mind blowing that you actually don't have to present the entire palette of human cruelty and vice in order to tell a compelling story, contrary to popular belief. Lotr does the exact opposite, and it is just beautiful and it warms my heart. Especially taking into consideration tolkien's pretty grim growing-up experience, him being a double orphan without a home, raised between an orphanage and a priest and having no family apart from his brother and then the war and then he almost dies and then he's poor as hell and then a second war and it all makes sense somehow. He writes to his wife who is also an orphan two days before the marriage "the next few years will bring us joy and content and love and sweetness such as could not be if we hadn't first been two homeless children and had found one another after long waiting" and, yes, yes! The love and sweetness just radiate from his work, the entire lotr series is a little radiant bubble of hope and love and grace that he imagined in his head to deal with a dismal reality and then he just gave that to the world, and isn't that what imagination and art is all about after all?

[racoonisinasawtrap]

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