#cringe and free babey!!!

[whaliiwatching]

don’t talk to him ever again

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based off this by riibbon on tiktok

[someones-there-1]

more spiderjon nonsense enjoy 😌

[baylardian-1]

made these doodles as space filler on my art dumps lol

[castorfell]

Can u draw broppy?

Will you accept Rapunztroll broppy bc that's what I spent like 3 hours doing

Edit: forgot to make them blush!!!!!!!! AAA i sleep now

Based on an episode of The Beat Goes On

[cherryysocks]

don't smoke kids!

[airportzero]

reposting this with the art Not under the cut because im quite proud of it.. i think about this au too much.. :]

(hey hey! i do have art requests open, so feel free to stop by my ask box!!)

[ragingtwilight]

Artfight attacks no.1

@deadbutcaffeinated

@ye-oldroderich

@amoron4everyone

@gingermoth

[astrito]

um. um. um. um. um. um.

[prettyflyshyguy]

Had a really bad last few days. Did some quick editing to make me feel better and it is technically wednesday now so, have a writing wip.

Live free twiharder is still living rent free in my head. This segment is the sequel part to this WIP post.

“So, Ed. Why’d you do it?” she grinned at him, a puzzled yet still friendly look across her face “I mean this stuff’s like the finest food a michelin chef could make, but on crack. So why’d you trash it?” crossing her arms she spoke, the blood bag flopping in her hand, grin widening as she watched Dean’s eyes trace it.

“No hospital would take it back, it didn't come from harming anyone. I just don’t get it.” she bit her lip gently as she squinted at him, pondering for a moment. “Wait, wait. Let me guess.”

“You attacked someone, realised what you did, then you started starving yourself.”

Dean’s eyes switched from gazing at the bag to her face, staring from under the shadow of his brow. His cheek twitched as he felt his lip curl upwards slightly instinctively in response. She smiled again, comforting and gentle this time.

“It always goes this way with people like you. I get it, really.” 

She drained the remainder of the bag, squeezing the soft plastic gently funneling the blood into her mouth. Tossing the empty bag away, she stood up from the chair and began to slowly pace once more, moving behind Dean. 

Her tone took a sombre change as she continued, “It’s terrifying. The hunger, the urges. You don’t know what’s happening, you feel confused and lost. So who was it? A stranger, a sweetheart?”

She leaned in close to his ear as she spoke, searching for a reaction. “Your girlfriend?”

He twitched slightly, and she nodded knowingly as she continued, stepping away from him.

“And they won't take you back. Not after what you’ve done. It’s a trap. Trust me, I’ve been through it. It’s ok to move on.” 

He continued to glare at her in silence.

“I'm sure being a hunter complicates things but believe me, none of them will listen. None of them will hear you out. And none of them will give you a chance.” Her tone was cold and unforgiving, but there was a gentleness in her eyes. 

“So what, you’re suggesting I just become a killer? An animal?” Dean retorted.

“Oh come now, you’ve killed a lot more people than I have, I’m sure of that.”

“I kill monsters, not people.” 

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

She pulled a pocket knife out of her jacket pocket, unsheathing the small blade. Examining it under a beam of light that filtered through a frosted glass window. She leant one arm on the back of her empty chair, gesturing with the other as she twirled the knife. Dean struggled to read her - one minute she was friendly, warm, welcoming, the next a cold and sick harshness fell upon her. He couldn’t help but assume everything was a threat, there was no reasonable way he could trust someone when they had restrained him, especially not a fang. 

“Everything I ever did was out of self preservation and defense.” she shifted her weight and leaned both arms across the chair’s back, bending down slightly so her face was more level with the two men. Arms crossed, she let the small knife dangle in her fingers. Dean eyed it carefully as she addressed him directly, ignoring the whimpers and cries from Max. 

“What would you do, if one day, someone just decided that you had to die? And they wouldn’t stop until you were six feet under?” Her expression pleaded to him, delicate wrinkles forming on her brow as she pressed her eyebrows together in an earnest look of sorrow. “You ever thought about that? A little perspective from the other side?”

He thought back to Gordon once more. 

“You see, survival, that underpins all things. Living, and otherwise.” she continued, moving from the chair towards Max, glancing back in Dean’s direction momentarily. “No one wants to die, Ed. And I mean that metaphorically. I’m sure you’ve seen plenty of spirits not ready to move on.” 

“The need to carry on underpinnes us all. It’s natural. It’s normal.” she paused for a moment, her tone shifting, “How long do you think your hunter friends will stand by your side? Days, weeks? But you’re different, you’re not like them. Not anymore. You can keep fighting it but deep down we both know the truth. Something’s going to give one day, and when it does, they won’t stand by you anymore.”

“I’ve seen vampires like you before. They all end up the same way, Ed. They all come crawling back. The sooner you accept it, the sooner you move on, the easier it will be to let go.”

“We can change a lot about ourselves, but we can’t change this.” She placed a hand softly along Max’s jaw on one side, cradling his head from behind. Wrapping her fingers around his chin she firmly tugged his head to the side, exposing his neck. The tendons flexed under the skin as his breathing became rapid and short, the tape across his mouth muffling his cries in protest. The vampire held the knife up to his neck so delicately and carefully, murmuring to him as she attempted to hold him in place. “Try not to move, I don’t want to nick your artery.”

Dean jerked his chair forward as he watched her slice across the man’s neck, a short shallow cut that quickly lit up bright red. The man cried in pain, tears flowing from his eyes. It was a small cut, but enough to coax the blood to dribble down his neck. 

“You sick twisted bitch I’ll kill you!”

“Oh calm down, it’s just a scratch.”

[beaft]

sudden recollection of the time back when i still had twitter (gag) and i was "friends" with someone who used to constantly respond to my tweets with the cringe emoji or take screenshots of them to make fun of me later. profoundly glad that person is not in my life anymore lol

[xgoldenlatiasx]

hmm i don’t remember this episode of pokeani...

og screenshot :P

[gummy-sharks666]

Finally posted the next chapter hehe

[chai-dye]

Does the person who made the 'I am cringe but I am free' know how much they've done for society

[formulatrash]

god help me but if this invoice is ever paid (I've been waiting since JUNE) I am buying the Tumblr sweatpants

[tiredf-o-u-r]

Teeheehee and then what else twirls hair

[snekdood]

The beauty of deviantart was that no one could really judge you for being cringe because they were also probably cringe in their own way too