Goober Central

cringe sideblog for meee

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introductory post!!

Here are the basics:

Current Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel, The Amazing Digital Circus, Sonic the Hedgehog

Past/Recurring Fandoms: Undertale, TMNT, BATIM, FNAF, Lego Monkie Kid, Welcome Home, FnF, Helluva Boss

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This blog is my side blog for my brainrot - mainly playlists, fic ideas, headcanons, and other junk!

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collab with @fzyfrggy (on YouTube!!) Vox putting sunscreen on Alastor 🤤🤤

Post from 𝐅𝐳𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐠

Little collab with @Glitch4406 of Vox rubbing sunscreen on Alastor’s back. 🤤

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Silence was easier.

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Kill you for this someday

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It would be wild if CRT Vox also clocked Alastor's ace ass back in the fifties and that's why he proposed a business partner deal thinking it's what Al would have been the most comfortable with.

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oh my god yes genius

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veeeery self indulgent doodle

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i think fat girls should walk around in crop tops booty shorts buzzcuts dyed hair piercings no bra killing and maiming all who stand in their way with weapons before sitting down for some yummy ice cream and so forth. it's the only way.

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just remembered shows used to have 20-25 eps per season

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New art made by silentzound!

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feral

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love you Ragatha

Hiii, I’m finally free from exams ✌️

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More of them flirting while covered in blood, thank you very much

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Jax and Ragatha <3 (inspired by Raggedy Ann + Andy)

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Someone crying in pain and frustration while curled up around a heating pad because the artificial warmth doesn't bring them the relief they'd get from a caretaker's warm hands 💙💙

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A Melody - MurderMedia Oneshot

Alastor hummed another one of his old-timey songs. Vince strained to listen, stiffening softly as he caught the tune.

To live it again is past all endeavour,

except when that tune clutches my heart…

Artie Shaw was a staple in that kitchen. So many songs Vincent had heard over and over. And yet, he couldn’t help but feel like he was listening to them for the first time when they were sung to him.

… What moments divine, what rapture serene.

He quietly put his drink down, turning ever so slowly to face tonight’s performance. Alastor was still humming, but perhaps he’d break into song. Oh, he loved when that happened. Sometimes he’d take his hand, and they’d dance. Alastor seemed oblivious to his begging gaze, sleeves rolled up and hands deep in sudsy water. The vinyl Vincent had bought him spun merrily as Alastor brought out a kitchen knife, reaching with his other hand for the tea towel.

“Vincent, dear, it’s rude to stare,” Alastor’s butter-smooth voice spread through him, leaving his mind uncomfortably blank.

“Right,” he managed a laugh. “Just curious if you were going to sit down with me soon.” Vincent’s posture and glance tore back to the rum on the table as he nervously realized he had let his guard down and been caught. Alastor chuckled softly as Vincent’s lips brushed the glass to gather more liquid courage. “We’ll have to see, won’t we?” He teased.

Vincent sat back, stirring the glass by rocking it in his hand. He cocked an eyebrow. “Are you inviting me to wash dishes and hum your old-timey music?”

Alastor had long turned his back to him, shaking his head at the thought. “Heavens, no,” He sighed. “You’re a butterfingers. And Artie Shaw is timeless, not old.”

Vince fought a laugh. If there’s one thing he’d learned quickly, it was that the o-word was taboo. Something he thought funny, considering the man was 17 years his senior.

“Well jeez, Al, let me help you with something!” Vincent made his move, placing his drink down and slowly approaching from behind. “You’ve been cleaning up from last night still,” he pointed over at a freshly cleaned knife sitting to be dried on a towel.

“I don’t need any help, Vincent,” He looked at him curiously but there was some amusement in his expression. “Must you keep me from destroying our evidence?”

Vincent shook his head, certain that Alastor was messing with him. “Your shirt is still stained,” He said incredulously. “Can you at least let me handle laundry?”

Alastor inspected the small stain mentioned on his collar, smiling as if Vincent had understood some kind of joke.

“Well, I can’t see how you’d mess that up,” He shrugged, drying his hands on another dish towel. “Just don’t touch anything that isn’t yours and don’t go looking for trouble, now.”

“Sure, Al,” Vincent smiled at the acceptance. “You can trust me.”

“Oh believe me, I know,” He blinked before walking to his room to change his shirt.

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I promise whatever little kick this is, its almost out of my system. Hopefully... please.

Uncropped images are up on my twitter linked here, you guys know the drill