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also deciding to make stuff that 12 year old me would have wanted to draw
#i dont even care im never escaping the sexyman enjoyer allegations#cringe is dead let me draw the sexyman this is literally tumblr#gravity falls#bill cipher#dipper pines#mabel pines#i have more but i gotta go back to work so maybe ill post it tmr who knows
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last one i promise(<—lie)
#let’s as a society think more about why adrien wanted to go to school#and what. perhaps. he thought school was#i think the way chloe describes it she really is just a beautiful rich girl with too much time on her hands#and no one at school is treating her accordingly.#abby got so mad at me today because she thinks it’s too cringe that i keep taking about adrien liking ohshc#which is like. how are you gonna know me my whole life and then be disappointed when i’m cringe.#i’ve never hidden who i am. it’s cringe all the way down#anyway#ml#my art#miraculous ladybug#adrien agreste#chloe bourgeois#ohshc#wait i am gonna tag this thirteen actually. just go with me#thirteen
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the pit > exile > the discs were worth more than you ever were
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In which Lucifer starts getting comfortable, forgets social boundaries, and Alastor kind of does so too. Nifty takes 1 interaction and makes it a whole plot.
#Tag yourself if youre Nifty#Lets not lie to ourselves#also ive been doing this ALL NIGHT#I couldnt just leave it. who knows if my future me would have finished it#I have to stretch my hand for...an hour. jesus#carpel tunnel here I go#my art#art post#WE STAN QUIRKY CRINGE 2013 NIFTY#She's decided she's going to be the wingman#Alastor has clowned himself#alastor#lucifer#appleradio#radioapple#doodles#comic strip#comic#hazbin hotel comic#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel fanart#hazbin fanart#hazbin alastor#nifty#NIFTY MY GIRL GOGOGOGO!!#nifty hazbin hotel#alastor the radio demon#the radio demon#imagine having to describe your whole personality as: radio; will die if I touch a remote control#lucifer morningstar
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nobody in their right mind will let me do this but I want to get in the water and try to mimic orca sounds at orcas in real time. I know I can do whistles and clicks underwater, and I need to see if
a) they would be loud enough for the orca to hear and
b) if it would freak them out
whether or not I get killed in this scenario is irrelevant. I need to see an orca as wigged out as a cat when you meow at it.
#i know they play recordings to orcas and it works#but i need to add a human element to it#let me in#orca#killer whale#late night thoughts#i have thought about this so much#i have practiced whistling/squeaking underwater and clicking with my throat for this precise purpose while i dive#i do not care if its cringe
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no thoughts, head empty: just that thing barbatos does where he rigs games of chance for mc
#gotta be one of my favorite barbatosisms#let me know if i missed an example of this. it's so good. that season 4 scene changed my brain chemistry#i think it is past time we acknowledge barbatos is the smoothest mf on the cast. it's the politeness compounding it tbh#it's cringe w everyone else i am afraid#obey me barbatos#barbatos obey me#obey me#obey me shall we date#barbatos x mc#barbatos#long post /
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Werewolf Sevika !!
Men DNI
DO NOT use or repost my art without credit/permission
#hiiii finally she’s done :3#I gave her a mullet#:3#also she has a leg warmer on her prosthetic arm because I thought it would be silly#I love my wife so please beware I might have some oc x canon cringe coming up 😞#I cant resist the vamp x werewolf trope#If anyone has sevika requests please let me know !!#ask box is open :3#sevika#arcane#my art#fanart#sevika x reader
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I made something....
The drawings:
#I heard that audio like. months ago and it clicked in my head. it's for him fr#I'm being cringe but I'm free#spent too much time doing all the drawings. worth it?#gravity falls#stanley pines#stan pines#young stan pines#stanford pines#ford pines#art#fanart#traditional art#watercolor#video#animation meme#3 looks#I also put Ford in there because I thought it would be funny#I'm not gonna let the fact that I'm a traditional artist stop me from making 'trendy' videos#and you can do it too. do it. draw stuff and video-ify them. have fun#for some reason it doesn't show me the full image when i click on the video (zooms in weirdly) but if I don't click it its the normal size#is it only me?#was gonna post this tomorrow but I'm doing it now because I can. I might delete and repost it who knows
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Hazel, who grew up in the 1940s and Jason who had no access to a phone and lived in Camp Jupiter his entire life.
They both do not understand meme culture one bit.
Piper: omg hazel you ate and left not a single crumb.
Hazel: I... I'm not eating anything?
Leo, making tacos: girl dinner, girl dinner
Jason: we're both boys?
Percy: no but i was literally serving in that toga.
Hazel: stop.
#gen z slang#gen z humor#i know they arent gen z#but let me have thiss#percy jackon and the olympians#cringe culture is dead#percy jackson#jason grace#hazel levesque#leo valdez#piper mclean#heroes of olympus#the seven pjo#hazel jason friendship agenda#riordanverse
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Shot by Carol, on one fateful Saturday morning
#the bumper sticker made me cringe so hard but ya'll can't tell me he doesn't have it smh#darryl is so stiff in photos.. you just know he has no idea what to do with his hands#also Carol originally wanted to take a pic of Grant but you know he really hates it... she couldn't convince him to come out of the car#not me spending hours on the Honda website staring at pictures of Honda Odyssey 2018 model from every possible angle#and one last thing - how tf did carol let darryl get away with buying a $40k 7 seat car when they're a family of 3?? Only Matt knows I gues#aaaand if you read all this already - can you spot the Charleston Chew? >:3#darryl wilson#grant wilson#even though it's mostly his shoes lol#my art#dndads#dungeons and daddies#dnddaddies#dndads s1
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champions of my heart
#pokemon#pokemon legends arceus#legends arceus#volo#volo pokemon#cynthia#cynthia pokemon#did you know diamond was my first pokemon game#thats why i have such a strong attachment to sinnoh#when i was a kid i literally cried in a shopping mall in japan cus my parents wouldnt let me get platinum#but like... they were right cus i cant speak japanese and i didnt have a japanese ds so what was i thinking#oh volo my deranged man take my hand in marriage#kinda cringe but i have self insert x volo drawings#volo is the only character ive ever done that for#to be cringe is to be free as they say#anyway im never sharing those so LMAOOOO#the point is i love volo and cynthia mwah mwah#god i could ramble for hours about them but im gonna stop while im ahead
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i made a few silly little ART phone backgrounds in the spirit of the inofficial fandom shenanigan renaissance! thank you so much for inspiring me to do this @the-yearning-astronaut!
#the murderbot diaries#murderbot#asshole research transport#perihelion#cringe is dead and ART killed it#did i spent 1 hour deciding which flowers to use for ART's flower crown? yes#are they now so small that no one will be able to tell anyway? also yes#the ART art is from the latvian cover of artificial condition by andis reinbergs (i edited it a little because murderbot was in the way lol#this was so much fun!!!#there will probably be more#but first SLEEP#[if you need the alt text for the image description and it would be better if i repeat the description of the image that i gave ->#for the first image in the alt text of the other images too please let me know and i will change it and know for the future.#i figured it would be less redundant this way but i don't know what is preferable. thanks! :)]#𓄿
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Part 1 / tag list below the cut
“I’m quitting,” Eddie declares, “I’m out. Call me a tree, ‘cause I’m leaving. Call me a banana, ‘cause I’m splitting. T-t-t-t-that’s all, folks!” he adds, doing his best impression of Porky Pig’s signature stammering.
Chrissy’s laser focus doesn’t stray from her monitor, even when Eddie bodily throws himself into the chair across her desk with a long, strangled groan. Wordlessly, she raises her left index finger at him in a silencing gesture. With her brows furrowed in concentration, she drags her mouse around on its pad and double-clicks something on her screen before nodding decisively to herself. After another few clicks, she finally lowers her finger, raises her eyes, and meets Eddie’s gaze.
“Would you mind grabbing what I just printed? Please?” she asks, smiling at him imploringly.
Chrissy could ask Eddie to bleach his hair and shave off an eyebrow and he’d do it. She’s actually who he has to thank for landing such a cushy job with HHH—a referral from a trusted associate like her goes a long way in a place like this.
And despite Eddie’s many complaints about becoming a corporate sellout, he can’t deny that it certainly has its perks. The office is only a ten-minute commute from his apartment, the compensation agreement he signed amounted to more money than his last two jobs combined, his benefits package is frankly ridiculous, and he gets to work with one of his best friends in the world. Overall, not a bad gig.
Even so, he makes a show of sighing, loud and longsuffering, before doing as Chrissy asks, leaving her office to grab her job off the printer. Eddie knows she works in HR and some of her stuff can get pretty confidential, so he doesn’t even try to skim the contents of the page as he walks it back over to her.
“Here,” he says, thrusting the paper at Chrissy facedown.
“Thanks!” she says. She makes no moves to take it from him. “That’s for you, actually.”
Curious, Eddie takes the paper back and flips it over. In the center of the page is a graphic of safety sign one might find in a cartoon factory, though Chrissy had edited the original from “[___] Days Since Last Accident” to “[___] Days Since Eddie Last Threatened to Quit His Job”. There’s a big red zero in the counter box.
Eddie tries to glower down at Chrissy, but it’s sort of hard to maintain when she bursts into laughter. It’s been years, but the sound of Chrissy laughing like this, all bright and breathless and unrestrained, never fails to transport him back to his (third) senior year of high school, when they first became friends over a failed drug deal.
“Don’t be cute,” Eddie says with a laughable lack of authority, dropping heavily back down into the chair.
“Do you know who you’re talking to?” Chrissy counters, brow raised archly.
Eddie rolls his eyes, crumpling the page into a ball and lobbing it in between them.
Chrissy lets the ball land harmlessly on her desk before sweeping it into the trashcan by her feet. “Just so you know, I’ve had that saved on my desktop since Monday—and I haven’t had to edit the days count a single time.”
Eddie scoffs, but it’s hard to defend himself when this current visit marks the fifth day in a row he’s floundered into her office, vainly announcing his resignation. “Yeah, well,” he says weakly, “printing it seems like a gross misuse of company resources.”
“What are you going to do, report me?” Chrissy says with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.
“Let me guess: you’re the one who receives those reports?” Eddie says dryly.
“Yep!” she says cheerfully. “Now, go on and tell me about your latest trainwreck of an interaction with Steve Harrington.”
“Christ, Chris!” Eddie hisses, leaping to his feet and immediately spinning around to check if anyone was around to hear her damning words. The coast is clear, luckily, but he still scrambles to shut her office door before falling back into his chair. “You can’t just go around saying his name all willy-nilly.”
“He’s not gonna suddenly appear if you say his name three times, Eddie. See, watch. Steve. Steve. St—”
“Don’t risk it!” Eddie squawks loudly, cutting her off.
“You’re an absolute mess,” she says through a laugh, shaking her head at him.
And well, Chrissy’s not wrong.
Eddie’s been a mess since Monday morning, when he unknowingly produced, directed, and starred in The Roast of Steve Harrington. He blames his shitty memory for forgetting what floor his new office was on—if he’d known he was sharing the elevator with someone he could have potentially worked with (let alone someone whose surname made up a third of the company name), he wouldn’t have opened his big, fat mouth in the first place.
When he finally gathered the courage to make it back down to the fifty-second floor and show his face at the HHH office, he kicked off his onboarding with Chrissy with a strangled, “I know it’s my first day and I technically just started ten minutes ago, but I quit. Thank you for the opportunity and good-bye forever.”
Chrissy, the traitor, spent a full five minutes laughing in his face over his shamefully recounted story before patting him twice on the head and informing him he wasn’t allowed to quit for at least six months. The overly saccharine tone of her voice alone told Eddie there was no room for argument there.
Still, that didn’t stop him from following her into her office after the all-hands meeting on Tuesday, all the while whining in her ear, “I can’t thrive in these conditions, Chrissy. Please, I beg of you—accept my sincere and humble resignation from this cursed hellscape.”
‘These conditions’ consisted of any rooms and/or conversations that contained Steve Harrington. Eddie hadn’t been expecting to see the guy doting over the catering when he walked into the conference room that afternoon, and he certainly wasn’t expecting his supervisor and trainer, Murray, to lead him over to Steve to introduce the two of them (though that was likely just an excuse to head straight for the sandwiches that were laid out for the meeting).
While Eddie choked on his own tongue trying to spit out some generic, inoffensive greeting, Steve merely watched him with an amused smirk before thrusting his hand out and offering a perfectly friendly “It’s nice to meet you, Eddie, I’m Steve”, as if Eddie didn’t have Steve’s name and face (and stupidly fit body—who the fuck looks that good in a pair of khakis?!) burnt into his memory from the day prior.
Afterward, Murray, who most assuredly did not have a filter of any kind, bluntly commented on Eddie’s awkwardness, then spent the next five minutes trying to determine if it was normal, strangers-meeting-for-the-first time awkwardness, or something more sensational. Eddie stubbornly kept his mouth shut until the meeting started.
Wednesday followed a similar pattern, with Eddie flouncing into Chrissy’s office with a dramatic “I choose to break my blood oath. At this point I’d welcome the sweet release of death if it meant I didn’t have to work here anymore.”
Chrissy just corrected him, patiently explaining that he was employed at-will, rather than by blood oath, and that if he left before his sixth month, she’d personally skin him alive. Eddie had to pause and weigh the pros and cons of being skinless. Surely it couldn’t be worse than his latest exchange with Steve—via email this time, mercifully.
He’d just learned how to field helpdesk tickets and received one from Steve Harrington himself. It was a simple enough software request ticket, so he assigned it to himself and replied with next steps, asking Steve for a code so he could remote into his computer and install the program.
Steve replied back, asking where he was supposed to find the code. It was an innocuous enough question, but then Eddie noticed something a little off about his email signature: his last name was bolded.
Eddie ignored it, assuming it was a stylistic choice—nothing to read into, surely—but then Steve sent another email shortly after to let him know to disregard his last email; he’d found the right app and was just waiting for it to generate a code. This time, Harrington was bolded and at least two sizes bigger than his first name.
Then, in Steve’s third email, sent not a minute later with the requested code, Harrington was bolded, two sizes bigger than his first name, and highlighted yellow—a tactic Chrissy found so hilarious that she had to shoo Eddie out of her office with tears in her eyes so that she could compose herself and actually get some work done.
Thursday was a blessed reprieve from Steve’s unique brand of psychological warfare, but Eddie still somehow managed to royally humiliate himself in front of him. After he slunk into her office and silently pushed a scribbled-on napkin across her desk—
Please accept this letter as my formal resignation from my position as Systems Analyst II at HHH, effective immediately. Effective yesterday. In fact, I’ll pay you back the entirety of my wages earned if we just forget I ever worked here.
—Chrissy tutted at him sympathetically before taking the napkin and reaching over to dab it at the large wet stain on his shirt.
He’d been walking back to his desk from the breakroom when he rounded a corner and bumped into Steve in the hallway. Literally bumped into, bodily contact and surprised yelps and everything. And it probably wouldn’t have been such a big deal, really, if not for the fact that he had a newly refilled mug of coffee in his hand.
“Eddie, oh my god, are you okay?”
No, Eddie wasn’t okay, because he just splashed himself with hot fucking coffee and now Steve Harrington was worriedly fussing over him and tentatively trying to mop up the liquid with his own fucking hands for some reason, and he was embarrassed (and a little turned on?) and he had to get the fuck out of there now.
“I’m okay, sorry, it’s fine—” he managed to squeak before whirling around and scurrying to the bathroom.
So yes, Eddie’s been an absolute mess the past few days, and today is no different.
…Actually, scratch that. Today is different. Today is worse.
“Okay, now spill,” Chrissy says. “What happened?”
With another drawn-out, pitiful groan, Eddie sinks down in his seat and lets his neck hang off the backrest, blinking up at the ceiling.
“Talk to me, Eds,” Chrissy says, concern starting to bleed into her voice. “If he’s actually bullying you, you can file a complaint. I have a form here somewhere.”
Eddie hears her open one of her desk drawers and reluctantly sits up. “He’s not bullying me, Mom,” he says with a huff. “We actually…we talked.”
“You talked?” Chrissy asks, eyebrows raised.
“Yeah, about the elevator. Buried the hatchet and everything. I said sorry, we laughed about it, it’s over and done with.” Eddie’s gaze darts around Chrissy’s desk, searching for something to distract him from the warm and fuzzy feeling growing in his stomach at the memory of their conversation.
“That’s great, I’m so proud of you!” Chrissy says cheerfully. “But wait, if you two are good now…”
Eddie doesn’t want her to ask what she’s about to ask, because the answer might be more embarrassing than all of his other Steve stories combined.
“Why are you still going on about quitting?”
Eddie drops his face into his hands, feeling totally and utterly pathetic. “Um, because I think I’m sort of, kind of, just a little bit…in love with him?”
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tbh I didn’t think I’d be writing a second part, but if strangers on the internet validate me enough, I guess I’ll do anything~
Y’ALL. I’m blown away by the response to part one of this silly lil au. I didn’t reply to any of the lovely comments or tags, but please know if you engaged in any way (or even if you just read the fic and snorted a little through your nose at a bit you found funny) I love you with my entire heart and you’ve made my entire life.
[Now for the tag list, which I’ve never done before. Sorry if you didn’t actually want to be on here! Or, sorry if you’re stumbling upon this post on your own after asking to be tagged and I missed you oops.]
@messrs-weasley @n0-1-important @bornonthesavage @thing-a-ling @eddiemunsonswife @changenamelater @ispyblu @thesuninyaface
@invisibleflame812 @4nemo1egend @ikolanatari @mavernanche @songbird-garden @trashpocket @original-cypher @over7joyed
@commonxsenss @justdyingontheinside @mojowitchcraft @maya-custodios-dionach @justmiiriam @imzadidragonfly @lillemilly @gay-stranger-things @child-of-cthulhu @bleedingoptimism @lemanzanabizarra @melaniehere91
@iswearitsjustme @silver-snaffles @csinnamon-fox @paint-music-with-me @epicsteddieficrecs @sweetcreaturetm @hxneyfarms @bossyknow-it-all @vecnuthy @stevethehairington @anything-thats-rock-and-roll @nburkhardt
@gayngerthings @patchworkgargoyle @violetsteve @henderdads @2btheanswertothequestion
#stranger things#steve harrington x eddie munson#steddie#steddie fic#modern office au#corporate steddie au#platonic hellcheer#okay obviously eddie's not actually in love with steve#in this au he's a dramatic bitch on top of being a cringe fail loser boy and it's so delightful to me#when he says 'in love with' he means in that superficial infatuated way you sometimes get#when you're suddenly super into someone you don't actually know#let him liiiive#fic writing#hbd
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Owen → Cringe gays [affectionate] → Wife
[cowboy au]
#Dear google how draw wohuhman?#google how draw whamun#google wamnahamanan how?#Almost scrapped the second panel because its soo... so lazy...but i stayed strong even tho my eye is twitching#Saf#spies are forever#Cowboys are forever#art#fanart#Agent curt mega#Owen carvour#Tatiana Slozhno#Yee-hawen Carvour - Tat-yee-haw-na - and Curt... uh... curt yee??... Curt yee-meg-haw#anyway there we go - i promise i’m done with the cowboy stuff [for now]#at least posting it#Also me drawing/making clothes: how boring can i possibly make these... lets see#why is a brit and a russian even out here being cowboys? we'll never know#I should have drawn curt with a head shot as well because i really need to do him some justice but to late now!#Cowboys your spies#i realized all my “fan-oc”’s[which i said i don’t really do] are animals - Chat am I cringe/hj
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I've... Started playing pressure
I forgot to draw his tail straps (he's prettiness distracted me)
#digital art#my art#whiteboard fox doodles#whiteboard doodles#whiteboard fox#pressure#pressure roblox#roblox pressure#sebastian solace#pressure sebastian#sebastian solace fanart#Pressure Sebastian fanart#pressure fanart#i love him#i want him#hehe#recovering from surgery#so these doodles are from yesterday#(nsfw implied?? kinda??)#(if you squint)#(just to be safe)#minors dni#YES I KNOW ITS A ROBLOX GAME#LET ME BE CRINGE
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...I mean, if I went, obviously you'd be there too.
((fanart for the amazing fic Something About Us by the equally amazing NyteLyte! Go read their fic if you're a krusie enjoyer it's so good!!!))
#finally done it!!!#took me a month but its done#my first full digital art piece and im proud!#SERIOUSLY GO READ THE FIC#deltarune#deltarune fanart#kris dreemurr#susie deltarune#krusie#to the people who know who they are: dont look at me let me be cringe#Something About Us
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