#vale writes

[vale-writes]

smutty bg3 thoughts:

if astarion doesn’t have a heartbeat/pulse/blood flow/etc., that means he shouldn’t be able to get an erection (non-magically, at least). so i present:

astarion only being able to get hard if he feeds on something. you.

toying with and teasing him until he’s begging you to let him bite you so he can just fuck you already. him getting all whiney and pathetic for you until you inevitably give in to him.

“please.. pretty please, darling, i need your blood.. i need you.. so, so badly.”

and then when you give it to him you can feel him gasping and moaning into your neck, trying to get as much as he can without taking so much that you won’t be able to fuck him after.

#vale writes #i haven’t written in forever so i figured i’d start small #is this anything #astarion smut #bg3 smut #bg3 imagine

[lord-morpheus-ravens]

She reached forward and trailed her finger along the shape of her own smile, and then her brother’s; then she pressed her hand firmly over the still faintly-pulsing glow of their once-joined magic and focused inward. “Dream,” she called, double-voiced and echoing, Delirium of today and Delight of yesterday, coming together in the one place outside of time that alone could have preserved She who had been erased from Destiny’s Book. “Dream, where are you? ”

From my Dreamling fic My love will testify (and last through the ages) on Ao3

#digital art #my art #fanart #dream of the endless #the sandman #vale draws #the sandman fanart #the sandman fanfic #delirium of the endless #my writing #vale writes #dreamling fanfic #dreamling #delight of the endless

[weaver-of-fantasies-and-fables]

Lingering hearts, clover and sage - a fantasy romance

Do you like romance? Are you a fan of slow-burn and the conflict between love and duty? Do you enjoy magic, fantasy cultures and just the barest hints of an incoming apocalypse? Then this story might be for you!

To research the effects of catastrophic magical events on the environment, the elf Naeth gets permission from his isolationist government to cross the border into demonic lands and spend six months in a dilapidated scientific outpost. There he meets the demon Umaen, who gifts him with a beehive, a fluffy red chicken, and an unexpected friendship.

Torn apart by the elves’ strict no-contact laws, they must find a way to cope with the increasingly worrying results of Naeth’s research, while navigating an impossible romance and the clash between their two opposing cultures. Can their relationship survive the distance?

Rating: Explicit (because of a couple of scenes) | Estimated length: 100k words | Available from the second half of February

So what if I surrendered to my impulses and wrote out the entirety of Umaen and Naeth’s love story? My plan is to edit it out nicely, add in some illustrations by yours truly and make it downloadable from Kofi (priced between 2.50$-3$). This is an official INTEREST CHECK! I’m putting a lot of love in this story, and it’s toeing the line between sweet and bittersweet, with lots of feels and a little bit of politics. I hope you’ll stay tuned for new updates!

To curse an angel taglist under the cut:

@ardawyn @pheita @toboldlywrite @shewhowalksbehindthewheels @raevenlywrites @search-me-in-wonderland @concerningwolves @dreamywritingdragon @coutelier @rosesonneptune @lady-redshield-writes @chishiio @hysteriwah @artbyeloquent @mel-writes-with-her-dragons @wizardfromthesea @s-opal @thesunempire @ladywithalamp @jaimistoryteller

#writeblr #fantasy #writers on tumblr #my writing #writing #mlm #mlm story #romance #romance story #queer romance #vale writes #vale draws #please share! #love #forbidden love #tca the mourning rose #this is technically a prequel but entirely spoiler-free

[zealous-crow]

God?

Haunting the streets of home

Floating through their lives

Lives I've finally lost

The day on repeat

Torturing me, using me eternally

My memories fade each day

I see

Died in vain

There is no God

If there was

Would I be stuck

Here

How could you do this to me

Did I deserve it

Our Father, who art in

Heaven

"What did I do wrong?"

#author #poet #writeblr #poetry #vale writes #my poetry #poem #write #writer #writing blog #religious symbolism #religious imagery

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

Bruce Wayne Says ‘Never Too Old For Uppies’

Darling billionaire and former Gotham heartthrob turn DILF Bruce Wayne was spotted at his latest Gala wearing the latest season’s top designer suit.

This is of its self wasn’t surprising but the scene that unfolded sure was!

Now it isn’t a surprise for anyone who has been keeping track of the posts and polls about the most attractive men in America that Mr. Winner of 3 years in a row is quite ripped under all those layers he usually wears and when asked why he exercises to such a degree that it could rival the big bat, Mr. Wayne seemed to fumble for a bit before responding with a dazzling smile that he does so that he could carry all of his children.

Another reporter made comment about how all of his children were well past the age of being picked up.

Mr. Wayne proceed to state quite seriously to the reporter,

“They’re never too old for uppies.”

Apparently Mr. Wayne’s two eldest sons had heard their father’s statement as they shared a look before taking a running leap towards their dad with Dick Grayson Wayne bellowing “uppies!” In response.

Mr. Wayne, despite his well known clumsiness, caught both of his sons with a spin before calmly stating to the reporters that he had guests to talk to and then walked away with one boy sitting on each hip.

And let us remind our readers that neither men Mr. Wayne caught weigh less than an estimated 170 lbs!

The rest of the gala had our reporters spotting Mr. Wayne carrying his various children in various ways.

Message was well received, Kids are never too old for uppies, just too heavy!

But nothing less can be expected from the dad of the year.

Though, he may have competition here in Gotham, as eye witnesses have stated that they had seen our own Big Bat taking after our resident rich man.

But who can say? Maybe the two have a closer relationship than we know.

It had been stated that both Bruce Wayne and Batman have a similar physique to each-other with Batman being just slightly larger in size.

Maybe they share a workout routine?

We can only speculate.

What we can be sure of, is that Bruce loves his kids and would be willing to do anything to make them smile.

As always I am Vicky Vale.

*there are two photos shown along with the article. One of Bruce Wayne carting a staggering number of his children. With Cassandra and Damian Wayne on his shoulders, Dick Grayson Wayne and Jason Todd under each arm and Tim Drake Wayne clinging onto his front like a koala. It is noted that Duke Thomas is to the side seemingly recording the entire scene.

The second photo is of Batman with an annoyed Red Hood slung over his shoulder, trying to get loose.”

#writing prompt #one shot #dc au #dc rp #? #i guess #vicky vale #jason todd #batman #dick grayson #bruce wayne #red hood #tim drake #cassandra wayne #duke thomas #I saw one funny post about Bruce carding Jason and this came to be #probably very oc #but dc stands for #disregard cannon #Bruce is internally have Inc. the time of his life #physical affection? with his children? that he can initiate? he’s so happy #none of his kids will admit that they actually just like it when Bruce just picks them up like a kid #Jason after being slung over Bruce’s shoulder durring a patrol: hey! Fuck off old man! no uppies! #he looses some street cred for that is is not pleased #his siblings on the other hand… #batkids #batfam

[gammija]

[CECIL]: "So, as we move into the final hours of the competition, vote! Whether it's for your favorite, local, Night Vale community radio host or some... pile of bones, don't let your voice go unheard.

Also... Well, this might be a little bit outside the rules, but you could even make a second account to show a little more support for whoever you think should win. You probably won't get caught. As City Council declared in a recent press release, "Voter fraud doesn't exist."

"There is no such thing as voter fraud," City Council said last Wednesday, their many mouths moving as one. "No one can vote more than once. We certainly can't. Ha, ha." Some of their feet shuffled. "We definitely did NOT commit voter fraud by using the recently developed cloning technology to make copies of ourselves, force them to vote for us, then bus them into the Whispering Forest where we threw them out. That. Never. Happened," they added emphatically.

Immediately after the press conference they disbanded the City Council's, 'Night Vale committee for Fair Elections', by eating them."

[A door creaks.]

[CECIL]: "Listeners, someone has just entered my studio.

Uhm, excuse me! You're not allowed to be in here!

It looks like it's a small man, with a smoothly bald head, and dark empty eyes...

Oh no. They're sockets. This must be him, this 'Snas' the skeleton. He's coming to defend his title...

Listeners, as I prepare myself for what will surely be a fight to the death, seeing who takes who out first, I take you... To the weather."

[CECIL]: "Welcome back. I know you're all dying to know whether I won the Tumblr sexyman poll, and if I defeated the small skeleton. Well...

I was all ready to fight, getting into a stance, when the skeleton held up his hands. He said that he didn't want to fight, and that he'd come here to concede and hand me the title.

I'll admit, I was a bit taken aback by this at first. Of course, I had to protest. Wouldn't that be unfair to the few people who voted for him, I asked?

But he explained that, since he already won last year, he wasn't really looking forward to all the attention and hassle from winning a second time. And seeing as it apparently meant a lot to me, he'd rather just let me win than miss his wedding.

Yeah, apparently he's about to be wed to someone named Komaeda in a few days? Good for him.

Dear listeners, after his heartfelt plee, I felt I had no choice but to accept the win.

Which means I am now, officially, Tumblr sexyman of 2023. Yay!

Stay tuned next for muffled sounds of celebration, overheard from a neighbour's house nearby.

Good night, Night Vale. Good night."

#wtnv #audio #undertale #polls #cecilsweep #i am manifesting #cecil palmer #fanfic #i guess #sexymanotd #wrote this in 30 mins so its not good but i had fun #night vale stuff is so hard to do justice to in writing when the voiceacting is such an element #welcome to night vale #wtnv fic #Spotify #btw this is not a call to cheat on the poll #but i just think Cecil would ask people to

[desert-bluffs-and-me]

- "It Devours! Chapter 14" by Joseph Fink and Jeffrey Cranor

[ID: A picture of a sentence in a book which reads "Darryl was likeable. But there is a difference between likable and good. /End ID]

This quote stands out for me because I think a lot of people forget it. Likeable characters aren't always good. Unlikeable characters aren't always bad. Either of them could be the protagonist.

#wtnv #welcome to night vale #writing #books #characters #critical thinking #media analysis #darryl ramirez

[windwenn]

Obsessed with how good wtnv is at manipulating you. They'll tell you that you feel as though youre staring into the void at the end of an episode and you will truly be feeling as though you have gazed into the dark abyss and seen no distant light at all. And you WILL NOT realise until the last minute.

#theyre just so GOOD at it #and it comes from NOWHERE #theyre not telling you to feel a certain way #they MAKE you feel that way then CALL YOU OUT for it #idk if this makes any sense i should be asleep #its just some of the writing in these episodes man.... #i have been left speechless before and it will happen again #wtnv #welcome to night vale #ramblings #this is about the trial of hiram mcdaniels btw #'the awful void of your own doubts' its like theyre making direct eye contact

[fluctuating-fanby]

"I lied to you," gasps Cecil.

"Well why would I be mad at you for that, friend?" laughs a freshly-scarred, perpetually-grinning Kevin, voice laced with poisoned ecstasy. "Strexcorp won us over anyway, as they should have all along!"

"I lied to you..." confesses Cecil.

"Not really," reassures a grinning, yellow-robed Kevin, Prophet of the Smiling God, standing atop the sandcastles he built. "I love my town. It's not what it once was, and they don't love me as I love them anymore, but it's here, and it's mine, and we're happy."

"I lied to you!" yells Cecil.

"You gave us hope," sobs a young, wounded Kevin, bravely defiant to the end even when his end refused to come. "And I don't know if I should thank you or curse you for it!"

"I lied to you," whispers Cecil.

"I know," whispers back an old, hollow-eyed Kevin, a wisp of a person lost in the endless sands of time after everything he has known and loved has been blown to dust several times over. "I forgive you."

#welcome to night vale #wtnv #cecil palmer #wtnv kevin #wtnv triptych #wtnv 73 #angst #kevcil #vince writes stuff #I AM SO SO NORMAL ABOUT THEM #AND NOT AT ALL ANGRY THAT THE EVENTS OF TRIPTYCH ARE NEVER ACKNOWLEDGED AGAIN

[bulkhummus]

thinks about year 1 and fades away

#writing things #scary..... #wtnv #welcome to night vale #carlos the scientist #Carlos robles

[vale-writes]

when i feel icky i like to project onto whatever poor characters happen to be my hyper fixation at the time. might i recommend a hurt/comfort with our favorite vampire spawn when tav gets burnt out/depressed/dissociates?

i love this request <3 my dissociation has been horrible these past 3 weeks and i hadn't even thought of doing this. thank you!!

tags: hurt/comfort, angst, dissociation, reader is in depressive/dissociative episode, gender neutral reader, post-events of the game, bg3 and astarion spoilers

summary: ever since you defeated the netherbrain and saved baldur's gate from evil, astarion noticed you weren't yourself anymore. he started seeing pieces of himself in your behavior, which terrified him. he decides to ask what's wrong and tries to help you through it <3

Ah, sunrise. The time that Astarion should’ve despised the most, considering it’d kill him, but it was really one of the times of day that he loved the most. Because you were there waiting for him in bed.

He was just coming back from a night of haphazard drinking with Karlach and Wyll. They’d both invited you out, but you’d refused, saying you were too tired from all the work you’d been doing helping Baldur’s Gate rebuild. Astarion had been suspicious of you. You were never one to turn down some partying with friends, but he had tried not to think too much of it.

He quietly crept back in through the front door of your shared house, and a soft smile found its way onto his face when he saw that all the curtains had already been drawn to protect him. You must’ve drawn them before you went to bed, knowing he’d be back by sunrise. It was the little things like that that made his undead heart feel alive, even if just for a moment.

Astarion slowly pulled his boots off, trying not to make any noise. After centuries of slinking about, being silent wasn’t something he really had to try to do. But he always was extra conscious when it came to you. He didn’t want to wake you up or disturb your sleep. You deserved to rest.

He gently opened the door to your room and just stared at you for a bit. There was no light in the room, but his darkvision let him see you just fine, albeit in shades of grey. He changed into some more comfortable clothes for sleep and slid into bed with you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You were sleeping on your side with your back facing him, so he just buried his face in the back of your neck and deeply inhaled your scent. Gods, you were so warm. And soft. And the perfect person to sleep next to.

“I’m home, darling,” he murmured softly into your neck, though he knew you couldn’t hear him in your sleep. He always tried to savor this time. Your schedules never seemed to line up, what with him being nocturnal and you not, but sunrise was the one time you both could really rest together, even if it was only for a few hours.

“I love you,” he said before placing a light kiss on the back of your neck and closing his eyes, holding you tight against him. He let himself relax and fall into his trance, his breathing slowing and muscles relaxing into you.

He woke from his trance about four hours later with you still in his arms asleep. He blinked in confusion. By now, you should be out of bed and out of the house. He was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, though. Maybe you’d decided to take the day off to rest. He couldn’t complain about that. He simply nuzzled his face into your neck again and decided to just wait for you to wake up. You always looked so peaceful when you slept. He could stare at you for hours, just drinking in the sight of you.

He sat up and took out a new book he’d been reading. He wasn’t just going to sit around the house doing nothing when the sun was out. He ran a hand through your hair while he read; half because he knew you liked it, and half because he was a selfish bastard who kind of wanted you to wake up already so he could tell you about all the stupid shit he’d gotten into last night. You slowly stirred from your sleep at his touch, turning to look up at him. You lazily draped an arm over his blanket-covered legs.

“G’morning, ‘Starion,” you said groggily.

“Good morning, darling. You’re up late. Did you plan on taking the day off?” He continued running his hand through your hair and set his book down by his side.

“..What? What time is it?” You frowned in confusion.

“It’s already almost midday. Are you okay? You don’t usually oversleep. Well, this much, anyway.”

“..Midday..? Godsdamnit I’m so late,” you grumbled as you laid face first on your pillow. “Might as well just stay home at this point.”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “You’re not answering my question, darling.”

“What was the question?” you asked, your voice muffled by the pillow.

“Look, darling, as much as I love having your face in the pillow when we’re in bed, I need you to turn over so I can actually hear you.” He grinned at his own dirty joke and waited to hear your giggle back.

But he got nothing.

“..Are you hungover or something?” he scoffed. “You know, we invited you out last night. Did you go off partying with some other group of dashing bastards? You can tell me. I’ll pretend to not be offended.”

Again, nothing. He tried to hide the growing panic in his voice.

“Are you mad at me?” he asked quietly, as if it couldn’t be true if he didn’t say it loud enough. “Did I do something?” He took his hand out of your hair and placed it on his lap. His eyes raked over you, trying to see if there was anything physically wrong with you. You were eerily still. Still breathing, but you weren’t moving at all, even though it couldn’t have been comfortable with your face in the pillow like that.

“No. ‘Starion.” Your voice sounded.. pained. Like every word was taking the life out of you to say. He reached over and picked your limp body up to turn you over onto your back. Your eyes were glazed over and half-lidded. If he couldn’t feel you breathing in that moment, he was sure he would’ve thought you died. He moved some of your hair out of your face as some was stuck to your mouth.

Astarion leaned over you, scanning your face to see what could possibly be wrong with you.

“Are you hurt? Did someone hurt you?” He hadn’t noticed any signs of someone breaking in and he didn’t smell your blood anywhere in the house. What in the Hells was wrong with you?

“‘M fuzzy..” Was all you said.

“You’re.. fuzzy..?” He furrowed his eyebrows at you. “What do you mean you’re-“

And then it clicked. He’d seen you like this once before. It was after you’d been imprisoned and chained up by that goblin priestess, Gut. You’d stumbled out of there in a daze, covered in blood but silent. Once you’d all gone back to camp, you just stayed in your tent for hours. Karlach had gone to check on you, but all she came back to tell the group was that you had been laying there silently. The only thing you’d said was that you were “fuzzy.” Gods, it was so long ago that he’d almost forgotten.

He stared into your eyes. Eyes that were looking, but not seeing. He saw himself laying there. In your eyes, he saw the same faraway look he made himself have every night when he was still enslaved by Cazador. It made him have a horrible nauseous feeling in his stomach. What could have possibly made you feel this awful?

“I’m going to get you some water, okay?”

You simply blinked at him. He tried to mask the anxiety on his face and hurried to pour you a cup of water. He came back into the room with your favorite cup in hand and set it on the nightstand next to you.

“Do you think you ca-“ He looked down at you and saw there were tears falling from your eyes. They fell down your temples and onto the pillow under you, but your expression hadn’t changed since he left. He gently wiped the tears from your eyes as if you were a delicate piece of glass. As if you could break.

Your mind was completely empty but unfathomably full at the same time. You wanted to tell Astarion what was wrong. That you never had time to process everything that happened in your adventure. That the faces of the people you killed or couldn’t save were always in your mind. That the wounds you’d taken always felt like they were still there, no matter how many times Shadowheart had healed you. It was too much.

But whenever you tried to tell him what happened, the thoughts drifted away from you. Your tongue felt heavy. It was better to just give in to the gnawing emptiness. To let it consume you. To let it drown you.

Astarion took your hand in his and gently rubbed his thumb along the back of your hand. The chill of his skin against yours brought you up for air for a moment.

“..cold,” you fought through the heaviness of your own tongue, trying to tell him that the cold was helping. He pulled his hand away from you immediately.

“I’m- I’m sorry. I thought it might-“ He looked down and saw that you had gripped his hand into yours before he could pull away, his cold hand now spreading its chill through your own. He frowned in confusion. “What..?”

You flicked your chin up to motion him closer. Every movement felt like dragging a thousand pounds behind you, but his touch lightened the load just a bit. He tentatively brought his face closer to yours, now about a foot away. You flicked your chin again, then pushed your head down so your forehead was closer to him.

His eyes flickered in understanding once you did this. He laid a gentle, cool kiss to your forehead before resting his forehead on yours.

“Is this helping? Me being cold?” he murmured, his nose brushing against yours as he spoke. You simply closed your eyes and took your first deep breath of the day. Gods, were you lucky your partner was undead.

“Mm,” you grunted in response. He took his free hand and wrapped it around the back of your neck to hold you closer. He picked you up to help you sit up against the headboard of the bed, then straddled you to sit in your lap. He wrapped his arms around you, trading his undead ice for your living warmth.

It shocked your brain out of its spiral, finally letting you fully see Astarion. Your hands moved to his waist and you kissed his nose, earning a surprised noise from him. He pulled away to look at you again, his red eyes drinking in every inch of your face, as if he was trying to memorize every line and shape in it.

“What happened, love? Did someone hurt you? Did you eat or drink something odd? Gods, if anyone did anything to you, they’ll have to deal wi-“

“Astarion-“ you tried to cut him off before he could begin his “I’ll murder anyone,” rant.

He scowled. “No, I’m serious. Who did this to you? Where do they live? You know I’ve got plenty of experience killing. Nobody would know-“

“Astarion.” His face softened and he looked at you again. You gently tucked a stray curl back behind his ear. “Nobody hurt me. I just- life has been a lot, recently. I’ve been so busy helping everyone rebuild and I never had time to just.. rest, and recover from what happened to me. To us.”

“You fucking hero,” he rolled his eyes with an exasperated sigh. “Can you be selfish for just one second? Fuck them all. Are you saying spending the entire day shoveling bricks out of the street and listening to people cry for hours is more important than laying here with-“

You shot him a warning look. He rolled his head back and dramatically groaned in frustration.

“Why didn’t you tell me before this happened?” He rested one of his hands on your chest, toying with a stray thread coming out of your shirt. He’d have to fix that later.

“I didn’t want to worry you, ‘Starion. I thought I could handle it,” you mumbled and looked away from him, ashamed by your weakness. You couldn’t deal with a little zoning out and feeling sad every now and then? Really?

He took his other hand and pushed your face back to face him. When you saw him again, his eyes were narrowed and darkened at you. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” You squirmed under him, confused by the sudden firmness in his voice.

“Don’t say you didn’t want to worry me. That’s what led to.. this, which made me infinitely more worried than if you had just told me sooner.” He took a deep breath. He was trying to practice that whole “vulnerability” thing. “It scared me, seeing you like that,” he murmured. “At first, it was because I didn’t know what was wrong. And then it got worse when I did realize what was wrong. I don’t- I don’t want to see you like that. Like me, before.. all of this.”

Your heart felt full, but also dropped at the same time somehow. Gods, he really did care about you. In your efforts to try to shield him from what was happening, you ended up hurting him anyways. You took his hand on your face and kissed it softly before resting your face on his chest, tightly wrapping your arms around him.

“I’ll take that as an apology. You know, I’d prefer a bouquet and a new perfume—maybe a new pair of shoes as well—but I suppose this will do,” he sighed, trying to sound annoyed. You could hear the smile in his voice, though, even if he tried to hide it while you drank in his scent in his chest.

“Now, lay down again. You’re staying right next to me until I say you can leave. I never thought I’d say this, but I do miss our little camps, if only for the fire I could sleep by every night.” He pulled himself off of you and got back under the covers, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you in as well. He was startlingly strong for a.. petite elf, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it. He spooned you, leaving kisses along your neck while holding you tightly against himself. Your heat spread through his chest and stomach, making him release a content sigh.

"You'll be my fire, won't you? All you have to do is stay here and rest with me, darling. Let me take care of you."

Yeah, the city could go without you for a few days. You had more important things to do now.

#vale writes #WOOOOO #this one got away from me #i’ll be working through the other requests soon #didn’t mean to make this so long #love you! #bg3 #astarion x reader #astarion #bg3 hurt comfort #hurt/comfort #dissociation #bg3 fic

[lord-morpheus-ravens]

Hellooo it was time I drew a little kiss!! Dream is obviously wearing Hob's shirt, but do you wanna know why? Then check out my Meowrpheus fic If you would have me. Now complete!

#digital art #my art #fanart #dream of the endless #the sandman #dreamling #dream x hob #hob gadling #vale draws #vale writes #the sandman fanart #dreamling fanart #dreamling fic #dreamling fanfic #meowrpheus

[weaver-of-fantasies-and-fables]

Sun’s friend

“Why?” she begged. “Why?”

He had asked her that same question, seven years before, drowned in the loss of his wife and children. He remembered her answer word for word. “Because she might still be here, somewhere,” he said, believing it to be true when it was clear she couldn’t. “Because you belong to Moon. Because I ask it of you.”

Sun shook with silent crying.

“Because you love her.”

Sun's last tether to mortality is her one uman friend.

#writeblr #fantasy #writers on tumblr #my writing #writing #fantasy novel #writers #the gift of ashes #novel #lgbtqa #queer novel #sun #art #digital art #wip #vale writes

[zealous-crow]

I made a playlist for the characters from @reeseweston book From the Roof of My Mouth and got encouraged to share it on here so if my taste if off, I'm sorry jfkdkdksk

Songs are ones that either remind me of the characters or their relationship to one another hehe so its bound to be angsty lolol

@klywrites said that @kaiusvnoir would be interested so I'm tagging yall both in this

#writeblr #vale writes #vale speaks #friendos #music #vales music #from #from the roof of my mouth #reeseweston #music playlist #character playlist #Spotify

[writeouswriter]

There’s something so fascinating about Cecil winning the tumblr sexyman poll when he for the most part doesn’t have a canonical appearance, he truly is the ultimate sexyman because he’s everyone, he’s no one, he’s whoever the listener imagines him to be, so different, and yet recognizable each time, you look at him across all his designs and interpretations and you just know. You just know.

#cecilsweep #Cecil Palmer #tumblr sexyman poll #wtnv #welcome to night vale #not writing #he’s got a third eye he’s got tentacles he’s got white hair and pronouns #he’s wearing a dashing suit/he’s wearing the WORST outfit known to man #he’s not even human/he’s just some guy #he’s got tattoos he’s in a unitard he’s a faceless void #HE IS HOLDING A CAT #the true mark of his sexiness is how he’s a good dad husband and friend #and a dork #also his voice is made of the sounds of calming waves #saying this as if other tumblr sexymen were held back by canon appearance #they sexymanified a triangle guys

[itssomethingcosmic]

It’s episodes like MAG 97 that convince me that Night Vale would be the ideal home for the Fears post-season 5. This would just be a normal Wednesday for them…

CECIL: “On Wednesday, The Buried and its brethren will be attempting their ritual The Sunken Sky so that they can bring Too Close I Cannot Breathe into our world. A large, gaping pit will open up in the center of Route 800. Citizens are advised to just… drive around it. This has been the Community Calendar.

“Oh, I’ve just received a rather dusty note from City Council: ‘There is no pit. There has never been a pit in the center of Route 800 and there never will be! Though, if you see any… weird holes in the ground, just ignore it! Just ignore it and it will go away eventually! You look tired…and stressed... you should take the day off on Wednesday. Have some You Time! You deserve it!”

#the magnus archives #tma spoilers #mag 97 #welcome to night vale #cecil palmer #a mag a day #we all ignore the pit #this was fun to write hehe