Cringe Is Dead - Tumblr Posts
honestly though the best part about being an adult in fandom is that the idea that something is “cringe” just rolls off my back.
like “that’s cringe” ok, we are living on a floating rock. do what you want. get a tattoo for a piece of media (get ten, get twenty), cosplay, scream songs at cons, get excited about what you love, and don’t let people who are literally just miserable crush that out of you.
cringe is dead. love what you want, and love it loud.
Y'all: ugh I wish fandom content creators would post more 😩😩😩😩😩😩
Also y'all when someone posts fanart/fanfic/edits/etc:
"eww ppg" what if I ground you into a thin paste
Anyway they're seeing Metallica live and having a good time even though Bullet has never listened to a single song ever
I mean, given that you just came out with a Amongussona, there certainly are more cringe things you could've done
⭐FELLAS⭐
Is it cringe to make dramatic artprompts about your trollsona as an adult on the year 2024?
That was a trick question.
CRINGE IS DEAD and art makes me ✨HAPPY✨
💥DRAMA💥
i'm attacking a very big tomato in this.
Man, I’m really boutta to attempt to build a social media prescene
Nervous
Little things to know for artists just now coming to (or returning to) tumblr:
Remember that “liking” a post doesn’t add it to anybody else’s dash or spread it around; only reblogs do that!
Even if you have no followers, your art will be seen if you tag it appropriately. #art #original #oc are common basic ones but you should also tag any relevant themes and content like #animals #horror #fantasy #mermaids and so on. People following or checking those tags will see them!
Unlike tiktok, instagram and twitter it is considered normal (and should be) to interact with posts no matter how old they are. There’s no expiration on reblogging or commenting, including re-reblogging your own posts or adding new thoughts to them.
They only added this in recent years, but you can click on your own post in your dash to see all the comments and tags.
Tumblr is the only social media I know of where a lot of people routinely use the tag field to add personal thoughts and opinions, so don’t miss out on that as another source of feedback and commentary on your work!
Unconstructive negativity or unsolicited criticism is much rarer and more frowned upon here, so the likelihood of a comment that really amounts to just “this sucks” is a lot lower. People who do that just get ripped to shreds, really.
The future is plural
Go them!
Time romwrtevabook for toddlers on DID
Woman mad her 2 year old dosen’t know which alter is or is not mommy
He adorable 😍
he's hot Idc
i love evil intelligent twinks DHAHS
I HATE when people say shit like "to be cringe is to be free!!" and "cringe culture is dead!!" and then turn around and shit on people for being cringe in a way they dont like,,
Its okay to find things cringe but you cant say "cringe culture is dead" and then go around shitting on ppl for being cringe 😓
drawing your comfort cringe feels so liberating I love not worrying about what other people think and just drawing my silly little self insert ships
Controversial? Opinion. Selfship/self inserts/oc X character art videos on tiktok or people just being fully delulu about celebrities or characters is really fun SPECIALLY when they have art to show their concept. Like yes tell me all about the little guy you made up because you wanted to kiss a little guy another person made up. Also specially when it becomes like a fandom thing like with spidersonas and the many tavs I've seen for Bg3. Love. Maybe because I do it and no one cares about my 700 characters with lore I make up just to pretend I can kiss a cartoon/famous person but yeah 😔 love that shit
GUYS PLEASE I LOVE OCS WITH ALL MY HEART I SWEAR YOU ARE NOT CRINGE 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 I LOVE SEEING SELF INSERTS I LOVE SEEING OC X CANNON I LOVE SEEING SILLY LITTLE GUYS I CAN DRAW PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE MAKE THEM ❤️❤️❤️❤️
This is your sign to make an OC by the way.
"Its a mary sue" i Don't Care, Make it.
"I Feel cringy" cringe can be cool too btw. Reclaim cringe. Have fun with it.
"I don't know the lore at all / very well" thats okay !!!!
"It doesn't fit the lore" so? Maybe that can be a new story/plotline
"My OC is my Self insert" HELL YEAH!!!
"My OC is not a Self Insert" HELL YEAH !!!
"I don't know where to start" Picrews, dress up games, etc help me as a base. Its okay to take your time and change the design one to multiple times
"I don't know how to draw/write" its fun, you don't have to know everything i promise. Draw a stick figure. Write a few sentences or a quote.
"I'm afraid of people making fun of me" that is very fair and very valid but please do not let other people control you. Life is short, make something out of it.
"My OC is LGBTQIA+/MOGAI/POC/Disabled/Neurodivergent/Fat/etc" FUCK YEAH??? I LOVE YOU /friendly
"My OC is a Kinsona/Furrysona/TherianSona/Systemsona/Charactersona" THOSE ARE SO COOL AND I WISH TO SEE MORE!!!
"I built an entire AU / original universe with my OCs" you're gonna go places i promise /pos
oh god if i do write this ppl ik irl will see this
Guardians
Chapter 1
The Crash site
-"Altah! Get away from the rubble! It's dangerous!"
-"Don't worry dad! I'll be fine!''
CRACK the ground beneath the Osmothian dog crumbled, making him slide down even closer to the pulsating light emitting from the meteor.
-"It feels alive? in a way..", Altah mumbled, trying to get back up, his white paws covered in mud slipping every so often. The once pristine, fluffy, deep brown fur, was now soaked to the bone with the rain. The harsh winds and thundering storms made a chilling symphony. Then, as if the planet stopped for a second and calmed down, everything faded into nothingness. Time slowed, but not to a complete stop. Altah felt as if he was feeling Osmoths own core of the planet pulsating. It was following the same rhythm as the light from the meteor. It almost felt... like a heartbeat.
-"Get back boy! Climb up fa-"
And before the Osmothian researcher could finish his sentence, the pulsating light shot out. Throwing everyone and everything around it away.
Honestly, if you told me: "Hey Altah, you're gonna go flying into the air because the meteorite that crashed into your planet decided to explode in blinding light." I wouldn't have believed you. But here I am. I guess I need to give you all a little backstory as to how I got here.
My name is Altah. I'm a dog-like creature from the planet Osmoth. I am roughly 18 years old, human-wise. To picture how I look, imagine a really big fluffy dog with sandy fur and white patches. To briefly summarise this is the story of how I befriended the sleeping comet.
8 AM Nightacre Village, Willrage residence, Altahs room
The sound of the keyboard clacking and the subtle noise of the crystal-powered computer filled the air. Open on a computer was a chat room between two friends- Altah and Ode. Two unlikely friends, one, a dog and scientist in training, and the other, a human with a more creative approach to life, a student studying fashion design.
FashionCat: "Hey, I heard there was a crash on Osmoth near your house. Heard it was a spaceship or something alike."
WonderDog: "Nah, nothing as cool. Heard from Mom it was only a meteorite. Her and dads research team are gonna go check it out, and as their 'junior' assistant, I can go with them."
FashionCat: "Luckyyy, don't forget to send me plenty of photos and videos!!!"
-"Altah! Get your paws down here before I drag you down by that scarf of yours!"
-"Coming Mom!"
WonderDog: "Gotta go Ode! Mom's calling me. See you later! Good luck with finding the fabric you need! Paws out!"
Altah stood up and shook sandy fur.
-"Man... I'm starving."
He trotted down the seemingly never-ending oak stairs, the smell of flavenberry pancakes wafting through the air as he got closer to the kitchen. In it, he saw his family. All were busy setting up the table for breakfast.
-"Altah be a good sport and help your mom and sister set up the table”- his dad -Andrew- told him while standing by the crystal-powered stove.
Altah helped his mom and sister carry the plates full of ripe fruits, and jars of syrup and Altah a jug full of eomond and tangerine juice.
After setting up the table, the eight family members sat down and ate their breakfast.
"Alright, dear, go get ready. We'll be leaving soon", his mom, Loraine, spoke to him kindly.
And so he went up the winding stairs up to his room. His room was modest if he had to admit- a bed and desk on the left and a dresser and bookshelf, on the right. All tied together by the massive window across from the door. A few decorations, okay a lot were scattered around the room. In general, his room was quite a standard room for an Osmothian teenager. For others though, living in a massive hollowed-out oak tree turned into a house might be considered not normal.
Grabbing his satchel and signature yellow scarf, he gave himself one last look in the mirror. Standing in front of the mirror he gave himself a look over. You can't go to an important research facility while looking like a mess. That's something Ode always said. Maybe not the research facility part, but you get the idea. Tying the scarf into a Boy Scout knot he thought-
"Man, I need to brush out my tails"
Going back down the countless stairs to the front door, he said his goodbyes to his siblings and went outside. Stepping out, he was blinded by the bright morning sun. Squinting from the light he saw his parents standing by a toutanus bird- a type of carrier bird used for transportation in Osmoth. They were packing the essentials for their travels south to the makeshift research centre surrounding the crash site. Walking over to the bird, he helped them pack up. Hopping onto the giant carrier bird, the three of them left.
The ride took a few hours, passing over the Lourset forest and the Verliers sea.
4:00 PM VERLIERS RESEARCH CENTRE
By the time they had arrived at their destination, roughly 5 hours had passed and the once clear sunny sky had become engulfed by dreary storm clouds. Upon landing, they were greeted at the entrance by Dr Lowe - one of the main head researchers. He was quite the character- a Scottish terrier appearance-wise, with dark grey fur and some greying spots. He had his signature lab coat with the Creed of Alowas crest on the left shoulder. Although, that wasn't his most striking feature. No, if you asked most it would be the steampunk-looking monocle adorned on his right eye.
-"Good day, Dr Andrews, Dr Loraine. Good to see you too my boy", Dr Lowe stated, "I hope you read the report because we could use the extra paws and minds. We have honestly no idea where this so-called meteor came from, or what it is."
-"What do you mean 'what it is ", questioned Loraine.
Dr Lowe turned around and gestured for them to follow him. Going through the facility was an experience, to say the least- with frantic researchers running around, equipment and trailers everywhere. Altah was surprised anyone found anything in that mess. He had never seen so many scientists so frantic in his life- and he was raised by scientists and brought along to these kinds of events all his life.
They finally stopped by the crash centre. A massive hole surrounded by tape and metal fences all around it, with a bright light shining down on it.
-"Come look at this device, it's used to check for life energy. I think we used it once back in '08 in Tenereve", beckoned Dr Lowe in his thick accent, "If you'll look at these results, you'll see that the centre of the entire meteor is brimming with life. Honestly, it feels as if the energy in it, is trying to escape."
Continuing to walk around the facility, Altah ended up drifting away from others. By that point, it had started to drizzle. But even he could feel the oncoming storm. Unknowingly, he had made his way back to the meteor. He should have gone back to his parents' trailer to get out of the rain. But for some reason, he felt like he had to be there, by the meteor.
THUNDER
-"Altah, there you are! We wondered where you ran off to", Andrew yelled out to him, his voice barely being heard over the now howling wind and rain. "One of the researchers said you've been just zoned out sitting and watching the meteor for hours. Come inside and warm -DONT- up-"
-"Huh? Dad, did you hear that? The voices just now!"
-"What voices? Son come inside it's about to start thundering."
FLASH
-DON'T LEAVE HER-
-"Don't leave her? DON'T LEAVE WHO??? Common dad, you had to hear that! Right?!", Altah yelled out, tears coming out of his eyes.
-"SIR!!! THE METEOR IS STARTING TO CRACK AND GLOW", frantically shouted a nearby researcher.
All at once- all of the yelling, the noises from the horrid weather, and the voices telling him to stay became too much for the young dog and he crumbled to the ground. Yelping loudly, he threw his paws over his ears and eyes. The ground beneath him echoed his actions and broke inwards, sliding him down to the meteor.
-"Altah! Get away from the rubble! It's dangerous!"
-"Don't worry dad! I'll be fine!''
CRACK! The ground beneath the Osmothian dog crumbled, even more, making him slide down even closer to the pulsating light emitting from the meteor.
-SHE NEEDS YOU-
-"It feels alive? in a way..", Altah mumbled, trying to get back up, his white paws covered in mud slipping every so often.
- STAY!!!-
-"Get back boy! Climb up fa-"
And before Dr Lowe could finish his sentence, the pulsating light shot out throwing everything, and everyone, around it away.
I know this isn’t too niche but I love this game so I did this prompt !! I haven’t posted the other prompts but I plan to ^^
super self indulgent comic i made while procrastinating, any meta knight enjoyers?
Something for my fic of my self ship, Octavia's nightmare on primes ship as well as Adora protecting the various Octavia au's as well as two Illusion aus villain and normal au
"Stop saying 15 year olds with weird interests are cringe, they're 15" this is true however you should also stop saying adults with weird interests are cringe because who gives a shit
2024 MANDATE
Do NOT. Do not. DO NOT buy fake leather
Pirate everything. Burn cds. Fight the cloud
PHYSICAL MEDIA
Tip food service workers crazy style
Smile at yr bus driver
Wear more eyeliner
Read superhero comic books
Paint more blood and gore
See saw xi in theaters
DIY OR DIE
Draw messy
LIVE MUSIC
remember that old panic at the disco is good truly
Tell people you love them
Stompy boots
My Chemical Romance
Assault a customer at your retail job
Write that weird fanfic
Watch every vampire movie ever made
Wear that crop top
Start a fire
Listen to music made by angry women
Remember that you are fucking alive and do whatever you want