#dievin

[thebigfatcaterpillar]

Headcanon that Kevin CANNOT cook. Like, in the slightest. He tries though :)

[caterpillarsofartnstuff]

Oh wow, more Night Vale Stuff

Also made awhile ago

[thistimebutbetter-aesthetics]

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[mxstardxst]

K. Flay's High Enough for Dievin?K. Flay's High Enough for Dievin.

[ask-kevin-strexcorp]

"Hey there"

“Oh, hi!” Kevin chirped, not looking up from his paperwork at first. It was programmed into him to respond cheerfully when someone talked to him. If it weren’t for his future producer confirming he hadn’t undergone any non-organic replacement surgeries, Kevin would figure it was quite literally programmed into him. “Can I help yo–oh!” Kevin looked up, locking eyes with the scientist, jerking back just a touch in surprise. Seeing the (handsome, gorgeous, incredibly sexy) head scientist of StrexCorp Synernists Incorporated staring at him, willingly talking to him, was unanticipated, and Kevin had to fight back the blush rising in his cheeks. “I, uhm, heh. Can I–Can I help you?”

[wtnvmun-blog]

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[ask-kevin-strexcorp]

*grins taps his lips* (he doesn't need a silly dare)

Kevin laughed and leaned up, his arms looping around Diego’s neck. With a smile, Kevin pressed a sweet kiss to his boyfriend’s lips, humming contentedly. “I’d think you’d get tired of all my kisses, silly.”

[ask-kevin-strexcorp]

(Pumpkin from mobile pleeeeeease)

Send 🎃 for our muses to go to the pumpkin patch together

A chill had fallen over Desert Bluffs, and with it it brought fall colors and weather. Kevin didn’t mind too much. It wasn’t like that ‘snow’ stuff Diego insisted existed would ever come to the town, but it did mean that for a while he was stuck wearing proper sweaters instead of his favored vests. It was all made up for in the fact that, once properly bundled in a sweater with a scarf wrapped around his neck, he had Diego’s hand in his own and they were striding through Lawrence Levine’s pumpkin patch (”Guaranteed not to bite your hands, Desert Bluffs! Nope! No teeth gnashing villainous pumpkins here!”).

“We should get a couple to carve,” Kevin said with a broad grin, looking up at his boyfriend with almost childlike excitement. “I mean, usually we carve, uh, heh. Well, pumpkin guts are easier to get out of clothes rather than viscera...”