#lockedinthestoragecloset

[that-is-classified]

BUT

CECIL

AU

MY CECIL AU

FFFUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKK

[that-is-classified]

It's really late and I'm eating all of Cecil's sweets He's goin' be mad I gotta hide

[that-is-classified]

It was time to collect the winnings from the auction. With a few weeks having passed, it seemed everything had been worked out and lot 37 was the last to be picked up. So the winner approached NVCR to obtain his prize. With a smug grin he spoke with Daniel and Strex agreed to the terms he provided. And so, Steve Carlsberg waited with a dark grin for his winnings to come before him as he waited near the front of the station.

[mymainblogisntmymainblog]

Nightvale starter

locked-in-the-storage-closet What a strange little town for Sherlock Holmes to be stationed to study--it didn't even have an air port, so the detective had had to fly to a neighboring town, all the way from England. Expecting to get a taxi to Nightvale, he asked around, but nobody seemed to have heard of the place--or it's neighboring town, Desert Bluffs. Strange... It ended up with Sherlock just getting frustrated and walking toward where his map read "Nightvale," despite the blistering desert heat, and the fact that he was in a suit still from the trip over. The sky was nearly completely dark by the time Sherlock made it, his jacket stuffed into his suitcase, and his legs exhausted--but before he could start asking around for a hotel, his eyes were strangely drawn to the chain-link fence in the distance, where dark figures passed by. Before Sherlock really made a conscious decision, he was walking toward the park. "Hello...?"

[fearforwhatweknow]

locked-in-the-storage-closet I'm not even a ferocious dragon or adorable I'm just a s a l a d

[fearforwhatweknow]

""A-ah... Don't bite there!"

He chuckled slightly. " Where, here? " Another nip to his earlobe. 

[scientist-of-night-vale]

Carlos my beautiful carlos

Oh! H-hello, Cecil! I’m sorry, I meant to text you.