#kevin|aesthetic

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Two of the stained glass designs that are mentioned in my new fic, Delirium Tremens!

I intended to have this out months ago, but the stars were surprisingly hard! It's hard to make things look glowy with no soft edges, so it was a fun challenge.

The fic itself might honestly be my favourite thing I've ever written, and some five years in the making, with a playlist that can be found here. It's the origins of my human heart pencil holder on my desk.

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Grasping Bloodied Hands

The kids aren't alright; five drabbles for the youth of StrexCorp, and one for after the fall of Desert Bluffs.

Read on AO3

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Please allow me to be absolutely insane over Cecil and Kevin for a minute y’all. I finished relistening through Old Oak Doors a few days ago and have FEELINGS!

Please enjoy some ramblings!

Just imagine. He is the best parts of you, you are the worst parts of him. Once upon a time there would have been few differences between you. (But you did not know each other when that was still the case).

You ask him to join you in the “Night Vale AND Desert Bluffs Metropolitan Area”, while your managers refer to it by Desert Bluffs alone. Maybe it’s a last ditch effort to win, maybe it’s some part of you reaching through for that connection. Do you know which? Can you?

You understand each other on an innate level no one else ever can. You’re strangers. You have only ever spoken half a dozen times, and you’ve tried to kill each other in at least half of those. Neither of you can bring yourself to.

You build him a radio station to the best of your abilities.

He gives you hope, he lies to you, he is one of the last people you talk to when even your name ceases to mean anything to you. (The Desert said that he belonged on one side of the door and that you, who were once Voice in your own right, do not).

You are the same, and perfect opposites— until something broke. What happens then?

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//So I don’t know if any of you are Canadian/know the ominous Yellow^tm No-Name brand, but we got the wrapping paper as a joke and it just hit me that it’s exactly the sort of packaging StrexCorp would use.

All of their packaging is the same shade of yellow with a white sans-serif font. Sometimes you get fun descriptions of what it’s for! Just swap the “no name” for StrexCorp and you have yourself some Desert Bluffs stores decked out in nothing but this.

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Some gifs for the wtnv characters most likely to come up in my fics and my hcs!

...at least the ones with face claims.

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And all my life, I've never known where you've been There were holes in you, the kind that I could not mend And I heard you say, right when you left that day "Does everything go away?" Yeah, everything goes away But I am gonna be here 'til forever, so just call when you're around.

"Always Gold" by Radical Face

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