#believeinasmilingcecil

[azraeldigabriel]

SG!Cecil is so used to the Smiling God’s light, he now buys lights in bulk to decorate his apartment with. Like these. 

(Also tfw you start something one night with a specific colouring style in mind, fall asleep, and wait until two days later, completely forgetting what you were gonna do and therefore fucking the colouring to oblivion)

[ask-nightvales-voice]

Another You, Another Me

Cecil sighed and dragged a hand through his hair. After a long, long day cleaning out and exorcising the recording booth next to his own, he was looking forward to going to Abby’s house for dinner. His sister had invited him and Carlos over for a homecooked meal courtesy of Steve, and they were happy to accept. Adjusting his shoulder bag with one hand, Cecil glanced down at his phone, checking that Carlos was still intending to go on ahead from his lab to the house and Cecil would meet him there.

Eyes on his phone, Cecil walked forward blindly, not noticing the dark stain slowly blooming across the sidewalk – a puddle of nothingness, with no depth or definition. Suddenly his foot plunged into empty space, and Cecil fell forwards. It was as if the universe blinked, and the sidewalk was smooth once more. The puddle, and radio host, were gone.

Cecil screamed, the sound ripped from his throat as he tumbled head over heels through the rip of Void before landing with a thump on startlingly solid ground. For a moment all he could do was lay there like a ragdoll, trying to regain some semblance of calm as his heart thudded against his ribs. Slowly, he levered himself into a sitting position and opened his eyes only to throw a hand up in front of his face. Bright, blinding light beat down on him, the sun still well over the horizon. Cecil squinted up at it in confusion; just moments ago it had been early dusk, the sun no more than a whispering spark in the west.

Confusion rapidly turning to alarm Cecil jumped to his feet, fearing that perhaps he had somehow landed in Kevin’s desert scape. But… no, that wasn’t right. As his vision adjusted Cecil saw a familiar skyline. Buildings and roads that were recognizable – that were home.

He was in Night Vale, maybe. But… What happened??

@believeinasmilingcecil

[believeinasmilingcecil]

Listen to the Playmoss playlist: SGC by azraeldigabriel  ► LISTEN There’s sunlight inside you, Palmer.  March of Mephisto- Kamelot | Closer- Nine Inch Nails | Pet- A Perfect Circle | Some Nights- F.U.N | Battle Cry- Imagine Dragons | Descent of the Archangel- Kamelot | Rabbit Heart (Raise it Up) - Florence + The Machine | Warriors- Imagine Dragons | Soul Society- Kamelot | Laura Palmer- Bastille | Cry Baby- Melanie Martinez | New Blood- Koda | Take Me To Church- Hozier | Yours Is An Empty Hope- Nightwish | Castle of Glass- Linkin Park | Ava Adore- The Smashing Pumpkins | Empire- Dar Williams

[azraeldigabriel]

I redesigned SGC a lil bit~. I’m really happy with how he turned out! I’m finally active on @believeinasmilingcecil again, so I thought I’d celebrate by drawing my poor possessed baby.

[corruptedcarlos]

believeinasmilingcecil replied to your post:

                   (( hey nightvale it’s me ya boi where all the wtnv...                

   (( Still alive, surprisingly!! ))    

(( oh hell yeah nice to see you again c: ))

[unfulfilledxsmile]

🌇  || CONTINUED || @believeinasmilingcecil​

   ||       ---     He looks to the other with a blank but very expectant expression, head slightly cant as black eyes, indiscernably, scan the somehow alien but familiar person in front of him and their questionable behavior. ( Was there something wrong with his face? ) The scratched word, we, still registered, although he hardly showed it through his grin. Kevin has learned how Cecil can lie, and often poorly, though now he just didn’t know why.  

“ ... Yes. I AM still... here. Where else would I be, exactly..? ”  He enunciated slightly slowly to highlight how strange their motive was.    “ It’s not like I can just go HOME to old Desert Bluffs, can I~? ”  The bitterness of those words mixed like oil with his insufferably cheerful tone.  

“ Cecil. ”  His voice suddenly dropped one tone deeper for just that word, the only change in his face was a slow blink of the black holes that were his eyes. “ Are you... alright~? ”

[unfulfilledxsmile]

"I can't believe it's you..!"

  🌇 ||  —-  Scarred lips pull from their smiley face mug, lifting up with a jump. There was only one person who had that voice, and there was only two people who had that face. Himself… and the supposed host of Night Vale. Although, they seemed a bit different. A bit better, somehow.

 A scoffing chuckle and a very quizzical expression, he quickly places his cup down on stunned approach. 

“ I should say the same thing..! Is that my old friend Cecil I see in my lovely new desert town? Why are you here– goodness, how LONG has it been, even..? Really, I’m asking… you know how fickle time can be… ”

[selfdefiined-archive-blog]

@believeinasmilingcecil + carlos ┆ new follower sc.

      “When if rains, it falls,” Carlos says with a calm that doesn’t go past the surface. He’s holding it together by the skin of his teeth after everything.  ( How many ?  he can’t help but wonder. How many died trying to do the right thing ?  How many friends are gone ?  How many are sellouts and traitors ? )  He fixes the thing traipsing around in Cecil’s skin with a cool, disinterested look.

“Of all the worlds you could’ve ended up on, of all the places and people, why here ?”  Why him ?  Then, as a thought occurs to him, the scientist adds, “Unless it wasn’t your choice, not entirely anyways. Huh. That must sting, being a god,” and how Carlos twists the word, makes it mocking, “and still being stuck with rules just like everyone else.”