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I love this series so much, so here’s some Cecil for anyone who still likes it
I always was partial to:
“My life story is just like yours; starting with calamity and shouting, and ending with an empty room and a to-do list.”
Night Vale had some of the BEST one off quotes that would just suckerpunch you in the chest leave you breathless
Like the one that stuck with me was this one:
"when a person dies and no one will miss them, the mourning is assigned to a random human. This is why sometimes you just feel sad."
It's been almost 11 years... It haunts me in a good way
I Just tried this tonight, and while I didn't manage much in the way of stargazing, I saw fireflies for the first time in my life. I wasn't even aware that they were present here, and yet there was flickering in the front yard at about the same time that the first stars emerged. I also got eaten alive by mosquitos, but the bites will fade, while the fact that I have seen fireflies will not change.
To Stormsaika, Thank you
tonight’s mood is stargazing in the summertime while listening to Welcome to Nightvale and having an existential crisis as the cicadas drone on in the background
My fan animation of the Welcome to Night Vale pilot intro. I love this podcast so much and it's the first one I've seriously listened to.
💜👾🌙
Some pics of my Cecil cosplay! Enjoy!
Night Vale had some of the BEST one off quotes that would just suckerpunch you in the chest leave you breathless
Like the one that stuck with me was this one:
"when a person dies and no one will miss them, the mourning is assigned to a random human. This is why sometimes you just feel sad."
It's been almost 11 years... It haunts me in a good way
Wip of a redraw- I just need to add the animals to this one.
Whispering Forest
How about The Woman From Italy and The Faceless Old Woman sitting on a park bench eating ice cream or feeding pigeons.
this took like EIGHT YEARS I’M SORRY (cause I was making wonder woman gloves but that’s a story for another day) but anyways yea tag urself I’m Fish Pigeon
Random request? Just... An octopus in a martini, with a tiny umbrella and everything. Idk, I'm just in a WTNV vibe mood
thank you, this was so much fun to draw! (and I can accurately say it’s something I never would’ve thought of on my own) keep sending in those requests people!
I feel like the octopus should have a name.. idk what do you guys think
I want to start by saying I love your blog so much!! Also can you draw the glow cloud (all hail) with like the dead animals? I'm sorry if that's way too common I just feel like you could really pull it off and I love your wtnv stuff
thanks for the request! (sorry it took all day I was cooking potatoes)
ALL HAIL
yknow these are already on the Huntokar drawing but they look pretty cool on their own so yeah
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I can't believe I missed this omfg
Carlos is so proud
What a fucking weekend this has been.
some recent doodles (context for the last one is NOT what you think, it's my friend's oc, he's an alien slug)
CHUBBY BILL CIPHER LIVES IN MY HEAD RENT FREE
also kiss your double!
@eeelaphant @invadersim34652
And now, Slaves of the Cloud, The Weather..
waiting for the bus in the rain in the rain rain waiting for the bus in the rain waiting for the bus in the rain in the rain rain waiting for the bus in the rain waiting for the bus in the rain in the rain rain waiting for the bus in the rain waiting for the bus in the rain in the rain rain waiting for the bus in the rainwaiting for the bus in the rain in the rain rain waiting for the bus in the rain waiting for the bus in the rain in the rain rain waiting for the bus in the rain waiting for the bus where is the bus the bus is late waiting for the bus in the rain in the rain whered the bus go where the bus at got my bus pass bus is much better than a train than a train take phone pictures while im waiting at the bus stop at the bus stop bus not here why the bus so late waiting for the bus in the rain wishing i was on the bus when the bus drive around your state oh good here come the bus oh shit its a different bus not the right bus now the bus i need now im waiting for the bus in the rain at another stop bus aint gonna be high speed waiting for the bus take a picture of another bus waiting for the bus in the rain ive been waiting for the bus since the sun came up but the sun aint out no more because its gray waiting for the bus theres a gray one a blue one a red one all of them turned away ive been waiting for the bus gotta catch a bus gotta watch news gotta regimen a player for the day BUS.waiting for the bus in the rain in the rain rain waiting for the bus in the rain waiting for the bus in the rain in the rain rain waiting for the bus in the rain now theres other people waiting at the bus stop hey wheres your bus pass boy, when youre waiting for the bus in the rain have your bus pass ready or the people on the bus get annoyed im waiting for the bus like i do every day on my way home waiting for the bus in the rain at least on the days when its raining and im waiting for the bus because the other days arent the same TWEET. waiting (for the bus) (for the bus) (for the bus) waiting for the bus in the rain in the rain rain waiting for the bus in the rain waiting for the bus in the rain in the rain rain waiting for the bus in the rain waiting for the bus in the rain in the rain rain waiting for the bus in the rain waiting for the bus in the rain in the rain rain waiting for the bus in the rain waiting for the bus in the rain. waiting for the bus in the rain. waiting for the bus so hard sometimes when the bus come late to the stop waiting for the bus in the rain man what reverse sunshine should be waiting for the bus with a mop (ha ha.. ha.. thats a joke… do you get it? *cough* hey, where are you going? we should be waiting for the bus in the rain..) oh cool there it is.
Welcome to Night Vale!
Ok ok, I know the sweatervest and button-up combo is a bit too stylish for cecil. counterpoint: the button-up he's wearing under is bright green and his pants are furry and dark orange.
Cecil is a mashup of Kelly and Michael from The Office. I will not expound further.
LOVE IS A SHAMBLING THING, GREY FACED AND GASPING
Welcome to Night Vale Fanart <3
sweet little teddy based on the valentines bears from night vale valentines traditions, and the depiction of Love from the official valentine’s day slogan in episode 102, Love Is a Shambling Thibg
the teeth are from an opossum that died in my front yard, they came to good use!
Love is a shambling thing, gray-faced and gasping.
It moves in from the west, the setting sun behind it. Those who see it avert their eyes.
Love stumbles and shutters, Love grasps but is not grasped. It sees a man, and the man does not look away.
Love reaches out a gray hand.
The man touches the hand just lightly, just on the palm, and the man feels heat inside of him. His heart is on fire.
This is not a metaphor.
His heart is on fire and so, soon, is his skin, his hair, his teeth become more and more visible as his face shrinks and melts away.
Love watches dispassionately. Love does not love what it does, Love only does it. Love does not have eyes and neither, now, does the man.
Love is a shambling thing.
It climbs through a window into an infant’s bedroom.
When one of the mothers comes in to check on her baby son, there is love, too, in the crib, curled up inside him.
Love murmurs, and the baby spits restlessly. The baby does not burn, the baby will eventually burn, but by then he will not be a baby.
The woman looks down at the ghastly form of Love curled up beside her son and she thinks, “What have I done?” She cries, not because she is happy or sad, but because that is what her body needs to do next.
Love rises from the crib and passes her without a glance.
Love is a shambling thing. It shambles out of her home.
Love, with skin that peels and pops and joints that moan and snap, climbs to the top of a tall building and surveys its surroundings. So many people.
It opens its mouth. Its teeth are the only part of its body that look new and healthy.
It has so many teeth...
It yelps and howls, an inarticulate sermon of lost and loss, and everyone hears it. They hear it as a shudder in their stomach and hitch in their step.
Love does not eat or drink, love separates its many teeth and consumes.
Love is a shambling thing, grey-faced and gasping.
It moves out to the east, the night drawing closed behind it. Those who see it avert their eyes.
i often wonder what weather the weather in night vale really is
prolly nothing cus it is in the desert, ykno
Oh his sweet, beautiful, perfect, adorable, amazing, lovable, never-done-anything-wrong, so smart, perfect, perfect, perfect, Carlos