#kevin|character

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Fridge magnet poem I did, as inspired by Kevin/Desert Bluffs!

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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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//I am thinking about my wtnv Repo idea. “Chase the Morning” (and the slightly extended after!) forms the basis for the idea of a scene where Kevin is Blind Mag, Janice is Shiloh, Cecil is Nathan, and Marley is Carlos with touches of everyone else! To absolutely no one’s shock, GeneCo is StrexCorp.

This is a darker AU for literally everyone involved!

If anyone else has thoughts I would love to hear them!!!

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I have decided that Shemesh, my hc for the DBCR cat, is a Persian, potentially with some Himalayan in her. With some signature… oddities of course, that’s just the way a cat is. Her tentacles and spine ridges are the same blue as her eyes, and it’s all nearly invisible under the mountain of fur.

Shemesh is sort of a cross between a cat, an eldritch monster, and a cotton ball, and Kevin adores her.

(The wide eyes that look like they’re staring into your soul and reading your future are a feature!)

(In Night Vale, when he’s hiding in the bathroom making sure Khoshekh’s kittens are alright, he doesn’t know their names, and so gives them ones of ancient empires so he keep track of them).

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Kevin/Cecil (or general wtnv fic idea) that I may someday write (doubtful): Doubles do more than look alike and have scarily similar life stories, they can feel one another’s pain.

Most of the time, this presents itself as childhood injuries or mildly uncomfortable papercuts.

And then StrexCorp comes to Desert Bluffs.

The injuries picked pick up in frequency. Cecil is mid-broadcast when it starts for him— what is happening I guess to his double, because it’s agony. (He queues the weather until he can breathe properly again).

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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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Song For The Radio Silence

"Everyone says that one door opens when another closes, but usually it’s not this literal. Steve Carlsburg pushes a radio host through a door, he catches the sleeve of his double who’s not his double."

Or Kevin, Cecil, and a lighthouse in a desert that doesn't exist.