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In the quiet little town of Night Vale there exists a radio station that is loved and supported by all within the community—this is quantifiably true due to ongoing legal requirements put in place by the Sheriff’s Secret Police. Though this radio station is normally hosted by Cecil Palmer, recent policy changes have created the concepts of ‘breaks’ and ‘vacations’, which means that there are legally-enforced times that Cecil cannot act as host for the Night Vale radio station. Nevertheless, ancient doctrine means it still needs to be running, even when Cecil is being forcibly removed from the building for his mandated vacation time. So how does one solve this problem of keeping the metaphorical and sometimes literal air filled with government-enforced radio-waves? With unpaid internship labor of course!
Meet Daniel Van Heler: in the couple years employed by Night Vale Public Radio, he has survived no less than four catastrophes, six minor apocalypses, and at least one direct meeting with station management on record. With little oversight and a seeming inability to die, Daniel acts as host to a slightly-less-propaganda-filled show called ‘Broadcasts from Nowhere’.
Life has kept me pretty busy, but Night Vale is a fandom very close to my heart--instead of waiting to make a whole episode, I decided to release a demo of what I'm hoping for this little project to sound like, and I'd love to know what you guys think!
Background music used is by Disparition and is being used within permissions in a non-commercial fanwork.
"A siren commands the spoken word with the wit of a scholar, the passion of a poet, and the ferocity of a warrior." - Unknown
For once in my life I have actually completed a full set of designs/adoptables, which admittedly is a fairly big deal to me sincey ADHD makes it super hard to stay focused on any long-term art project.
But behold! A (slightly hidden) group of siren adoptables! I'm still figuring out how I want to offer/sell them, but I don't plan to price them any higher than maybe 20-25 USD? I might actually need to use toyhou.se again to make sure they're organized well enough 😂
Either way, I expect to have more info/links for purchasing a design in the near future, so make sure to keep an eye out!
There is a oneshot on AO3 called "Joyfully It Devours!" by this_is_a_podcast_fanblog. It's about Kevin cannibalizing Cecil to become one with him. Do you think you could do something like that, but he's getting a little more freaky with it? Not exactly the same, I'm just mentioning it so you know the vibe (horror + obsession + religion) I'm talking about. I just love love love how he perceives the devouring as an act of holy reverence. Like, that's how he honors their bond as doubles. But also I think it could be in a sex way too.
I took a peek at the fic, and from what little I did read it seems to be a very well-written piece of art! I respect the themes it’s bringing to the table (especially for Kevin!) but unfortunately most of those topics are quite squick-y for me (namely the cannibalism and any body horror) so I wouldn’t be able to write that in any meaningful way without sacrificing the theme of devouring as an act of devotion and emotional kinship.
That said, if anyone else is into that sorta stuff, it seems like an excellent piece of work and I’m sure it could use more writers to explore it!
Now, could I do something exploring the devotion and obsession without the cannibalism (maybe some freaky blood play or such)? Absolutely! I’ll see what brain worms infest my thoughts with the idea 👌
With the final days of summer upon us and fall quickly approaching, please make sure to prepare yourself with an ample supply of food, water, medicine and plenty of warm blankets. Unlike summer, fall is an ambush predator and has been known to lay siege upon households for weeks at a time.
The Night Vale Daily Journal is reportedly advocating for the ban on all audible newcasting. This would include television, radio, mp3, telekinetic, and dream prophecies.
“Why should the taxpayer be spending so much extra money on methods that are so frivolous?” said Amy Keen, senior and junior reporter of the Night Vale Daily Journal. “Our newspaper doesn’t need someone to read it to you—when you look at the words, you hear a voice inside your head for free!”
Amy Keen has been stuck in two separate timelines since last spring (or next fall) and has been lobbying for the ban for a while, though it’s been difficult for her to do very much since she has to move through two entirely separate points in time.
“I bet you’re writing this down,” she continued, “and the person reading your report doesn’t need a fancy narrator or reporter, they just need a good and reliable printed newspaper so they can make up the rest in their own heads. Not like those online news blogs.”
When we asked her how the ban may effect individuals who have difficulty seeing, ADHD, dyslexia, or simply are of the olden faith that do not believe in words (written or otherwise), she pretended not to hear the questions and simply disappeared into another part of the timeline in a puff of smoke smelling faintly of 1920’s-era jazz music.
We will update this ongoing story when we have more information, are banned ourselves, or whenever Keen crosses with our present day again.
Not gonna lie I forgot how much I loved experimenting on how I want to visually represent my original species, Sirens. They’re supposed to be humanoid, but without a single or concrete appearance—a body that looks like literal galaxies, eyes like stars, hair like light, ect.
I got a page of designs I’m working on based on real galaxy formations, so let’s see if this goes somewhere!
Hii! Idk if you still do requests or not but I’d love to see some more kevin one shots, spicy ones in particular hehe
In my house it is always Kevin Loving Hours™, and very often it is simultaneously Kevin Lusting Hours™, so I will confer with the Great Forces of Chaos that guide my hand (ADHD) and see if I can appease them enough so that I may write more horny Kevin content
We here at the Night Vale Community Radio station are proud in our ability to remain politically neutral in the face of strife, revolution, privately-funded watch programs and the occasional election. After all, we stand by our belief that the best news can only come from unbiased reporters and the occasional back-alley government bribe.
Still, it has come to our attention that we have been reporting disproportionately in important political matters and we need to offer an apology.
Vanilla extract is not the only form of flavoring that one can use while voting, baking, or even conducting day-to-day blood rituals. There are a variety of other extracts available for purchase and use, many of them legal; these can include mint, almond, depression, acceptance of loss, and even blue raspberry (which is definitely a real fruit and is not at all a marketing tactic to sell more non-blue rasberries).
Night Vale Community Radio is sorry for any misinterpretation, misuse, or mishandling of our recent reporting, as it was never our intention to sway our listeners in such an ongoing political hot topic, and we fully encourage every citizen to make well-informed decisions in their day-to-day lives and local elections.
If you have any questions, complaints, or otherwise wish to send us tips for future news topics to cover, please whisper them quietly out of an open window during the night when the skies are clear--clouds tend to mess with the reception.
You are in a dark room. A table is beneath a beam of light with nothing but a box sitting atop it. There is nothing else in the room with you, and for some reason you can't quite remember how you got here in the first place.
Did you walk inside? Did someone put you in here, perhaps kidnapped away from the comfort of your daily schedule?
Are you lost? Are you found?
With few answers and many questions, you decide to approach the table and the open box, hoping to remove at least one unknown from your life as you reach a hand inside of it.
What is in the box?
Nothing. It is what has always been, and will always be, never to be altered.
A photograph of a memory you thought had been long-forgotten. Is it even yours?
A popular romantic choose-your-own-adventure book with a cute love interest.
A video game you had been wanting for a while, except its for the wrong system.
A dark secret, intangible and powerful. How did they even know?
A single bottle of vanilla extract.
Voting ended onSep 3, 2023
Thank you for your cooperation in the Nightvale annual census, sponsored by the feeling that you've left your stove on, but you don't even have a stove to begin with.
While several residents may be claiming otherwise, please know that this Annual Census Poll is entirely safe, completely private, and will not otherwise cause snakes to manifest into your home and steal your favorite mugs.
They may be terrible house guests and comment rudely on your choice of decoration, but they are entirely harmless!
You are in a dark room. A table is beneath a beam of light with nothing but a box sitting atop it. There is nothing else in the room with you, and for some reason you can't quite remember how you got here in the first place.
Did you walk inside? Did someone put you in here, perhaps kidnapped away from the comfort of your daily schedule?
Are you lost? Are you found?
With few answers and many questions, you decide to approach the table and the open box, hoping to remove at least one unknown from your life as you reach a hand inside of it.
What is in the box?
Nothing. It is what has always been, and will always be, never to be altered.
A photograph of a memory you thought had been long-forgotten. Is it even yours?
A popular romantic choose-your-own-adventure book with a cute love interest.
A video game you had been wanting for a while, except its for the wrong system.
A dark secret, intangible and powerful. How did they even know?
A single bottle of vanilla extract.
Voting ended onSep 3, 2023
Thank you for your cooperation in the Night Vale annual census, sponsored by the feeling that you've left your stove on, but you don't even have a stove to begin with.
Summary: A new radio host reports on an even newer law passed by City Council to give employees 'vacations'. Plus, an update to Night Vale's second Dog Park and a enigmatic forecast of the weather.
You know, a lot of people pose the age-old question: what came first, the chicken... or the egg?
People will generally have an answer of their own, offering reasons why they themselves are correct and all others false in their belief.
But does it even matter?
The chicken and egg are both equally small beneath the infinitesimal weight of the universe, both helpless to the onslaught of time, both eventually returning to the very stardust and void that created them in the first place.
And the correct answer, as a reminder from the Sheriff's Secret Police's existential question task force, is a frog. Anyone who answers differently will be immediately confiscated for re-education and fined up to 500 dollars or the equivalent worth in trade secrets.
Listeners, here are your Broadcasts from nowhere.
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City Council has enacted a new law earlier today. In a press conference scheduled only three minutes after it was announced, they decreed that vacations are now a concept that legally exist, and that places of employment are required to give employees paid time off according to the hours that they work over a scheduled period. Applicable work activities can include but are not limited to: hiding from government agencies, taking part in government-sponsored cover-ups, authorized community service, childcare, existing on Wednesdays, existing on non-Wednesdays, and golfing.
There has been some push back to this new law, with many citizens claiming that it is not the right of local government to decide how employers compensate their workers.
"Back in my day, we didn't even get a paycheck," said Night Vale citizen and worker Tristan Fetch. "We simply wandered out into the desert and returned home without a memory of how we had spent the day, pockets full of bloodstones, paper clips and the occasional empty chapstick tube." He continued talking about the various employment traditions of Night Vale past, but unfortunately it was in an ancient language that nobody could translate, so I can only assume that was what he was still talking about.
When asked him to elaborate or perhaps switch to a language that could be understood, Fetch simply shook his head and vanished into a thin puff of ashy black smoke, and could not be later located for further questions. He left behind the lingering feeling of wistful love for things that were that never again will be, and a general discontent with the youth of today.
One particularly passionate citizen has been seen protesting just outside the Night Vale radio station. Many of you may know him as the main host of news here at the station as well local workaholic who really needs to take a few days off every now and again, Cecil Palmer.
When asked for comment, he said, "If I want to work an exhaustive number of hours beyond what is physically possible by the laws of space-time, the that is my right as an American citizen! How will the station function without me? Who will remember to check the mail?"
Cecil was then removed from the premises by members of the Sheriff's Secret Police and reminded, 'Please, Cecil, we can't keep doing this.' This marks the third time he has been escorted away from the station during his legally-mandated vacation that, as a reminder, had begun yesterday.
For listeners who do not possess omnipotence--and our condolences go out to you--the person who is current updating you on the Night Vale news is senior Intern Daniel Van Heler. The same one who had been declared dead after an unfortunate run-in with a door that led to nowhere--after being declared un-dead by an ominous hooded figure and a doctor with a questionable medical degree, I've been assigned to fill in for Cecil whenever he is out of the station.
While I know we can all appreciate his dedication to radio journalism, recent events have made clear that having some time away from work is integral to a healthy mind, body, and is also now a punishable offense.
I hope that you all can enjoy the sound of my voice when I'm filling in for our beloved radio host; if not, then please make sure to notate any feedback you have on the commentary card that has been placed inside of your wallet when you weren't looking. If you do not possess a wallet, then you can find it inside your government-assigned citizen's information file. If you do not have that, then a member of the Sheriff's Secret Police is already at your doorstep.
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The city council has announced the opening of a brand new, state-of-the-art dog park off the corner of Earl and Valleyview. No, not that dog park, a new dog park! A completely separate dog park that does not at all have any relationship to any other dog park that may or may not exist just two blocks away on the corner of Earl and Somerset.
This one, simply called 'the dog park' by city council--please do not confuse it with the other one--is open to people, dogs, secret police, surveillance drones, and cats that act like dogs.
There are a variety of amenities available, and a strong non-electrified fence around the perimeter, which means you can let your canine companion loose as long as they play nicely with others!
Strange hooded figures are not found at this new dog park, but they can still be found at the old dog park, staring on at anyone who passes by and enters into the new park with a gaze that can only be described as 'haunting, as if staring into the heavy eyes of someone who should not be, but yet they are'.
Listeners, I bet those hooded figures are just jealous!
We've never seen one with an actual dog, after all, so I wonder if they just can't stand not being able to check out this neat new dog park we have built! If you're listening and you have a dog, or are just interested in a little extra government surveillance in your life, then you should absolutely check it out the next time you're out for a walk!
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Do you like numbers? Do you like hearing people say numbers? For an inexplicably long amount of time, perhaps?
Have you ever wanted to know what the largest prime number is?
If you said yes to any one of these questions--or if because you are legally mandated to do so by recent changes in city law--then make sure to tune in to 'Reciting Prime Numbers Until We Reach the End Or Pass Out From Sleep Deprivation'.
This exciting new segment will be hosted by our very own Cecil Palmer and guest star 'Vsauce, Michael Here', known better by his middle name Michael. I'm sure some listeners may recognize him from before City Council had declared Youtube a website that doesn't actually exist, and the two of them will be explaining how someone can find the largest countable prime number simply by listing each one in chronological order. Maybe this will help make math easier for some of us, eh?
The first part will air tomorrow evening at 5pm Central Standard time, and will end after Cecil and Michael reach the largest countable prime number or until they succumb to the needs of their mortal bodies and pass out in the recording booth.
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Next up, lets take a look at what the weather is like here in Night Vale.
Listeners, I know that you are used to a particular way that Cecil announces the weather, but unfortunately I do not possess certain inethreal skills such as 'having permission' and 'copyright' for all that weather forecasting, so I've decided to try a couple different things to give you all an equally qualified and arguably accurate experience!
So, for the next thirty seconds, I want you to close your eyes and envision the sky.
What color is it? Are there any clouds? Ominous dark shapes sitting on the horizon? Does the air feel cold against your imagined skin? Warm? Can you hear a low humming without a discernible origin? Ignore that humming, ignore the ominous dark shapes that seem to be getting closer with every glance towards them.
There are large hills around you. Not mountains, since they don't exist, but they tower high above you on every side and reach far into the heavens. Are they watching you? Judging you? Are these a barrier to keep you safe, or a cage to keep you trapped?
Do you even want to know the answer?
Now, listeners, open your eyes. Do you feel better? Perhaps even a little refreshed?
Wonderful! Try your best to take this feeling and carry it with you today, and pay no mind or attention to the prophetic visions you'll have tonight. Hopefully I've also passed on the forecast in your local area for the next 72 hours. Make sure to have an umbrella in your car!
On an unrelated note listeners, having a blank journal next to your bed can be a fantastic way to help you record and remember your dreams! After all, you can never be sure when you'll be granted a flash of creativity, doom, accurate weather predictions, or the next winning numbers to the mega millions lottery.
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An update on the new law requiring employers to give their workers vacation time, which also now legally exists: while some citizens still dislike the requirement, others have started to speak openly in favor of vacation hours, even citing that it has already begun to boost the local economy of Night Vale.
Mary Smith, owner of Night Vale's most popular pastry shop, said, "I'm seeing a lot more people coming into my store. The extra hours of free time they have now means they can actually do stuff outside of work, like buying my pastries--which in all honesty is a new experience in itself. I don't think I've ever had a customer before. Or sold a pastry before. Huh. When did I start this business again?"
Mary thought she had more to say, but was too preoccupied in personal revelations to offer very much after that.
Suffice to say listeners, I'd have to agree that the new law is helping to boost several sectors of Nightvale's economy! We're already getting word of at least a dozen small businesses and a few franchises that have been discovered along Main Street as places that exist, and all of them are starting to get wonderful reviews on Yelp! I even hear that our beloved radio host Cecil was spotted having a lovely lunch date with Carlos with some of his accrued vacation time.
Since we're coming up to the end of this broadcast section, I myself might even have to go see some of these new hot spots of the town for myself. I hear one of them sells some really delicious ice cream, and I'll be sure to update you all on it on my next broadcast, which will be whenever you turn on your radio next and least expect to hear my voice.
In the meantime, please stay tuned for the sound of rushing water that will make you think you've left the faucet on, even though you've checked at least three times already.
If you want a tldr- the letter was really well written, I loved the charms, and all of it was really charming and had me all mushy and happy! Enjoy a picture of my favorite little (fourth wall knocking) paragraph in the letter as well as the charms and the pretty seal. Go get it. Thank you so much @multiversepostalservice
If you want more details, feel free to read under the cut!
So, I ordered this charming littler letter because I know this creator is an amazing writer and I really wanted to support them and try this out, and i just got it (excellent shipping times, good customer service, very well packed, all the charms were delicately packed)
I want to keep this short so I don't write an essay, but I loved it!! (I have gotten the creators permission to post this here, so no worries) I won't post a bunch of pictures of the letter (personal choice) But trust me, the questions about hobbies and interests and personal traits are super important. They're elegantly incorporated into the letter (I genuinely didn't realize at first, i though it was a really lucky guess until I remembered the little survey), and i decided to add one of my favorite bits here as well as the rock mentioned (i love my shiny rocks). Yes, the letter made me super mushy and smile like an absolute fool. The sun charms are super cute and the initials are on the other side of the larger of the two, i just have it turned due to personal choice. Both are really well made and feel sturdy. And the desert bluffs thingy (i dunno what to call it) has a magnet on the back of it.
Don't worry, all charms are packed separately and there's added padding, so your charms should be safe if you want to order it. That and the seller is really sweet and upfront about what's going on and updates. Mine arrived a lot faster than I thought it would (It took a little over two business weeks and I expected it to take over a month, because etsy). Be sure to stay polite with them and be patient, it is a work of art after all!
Do I want to order this again? Yes, I really want to. It probably will be a return letter to this one, but I'm not sure yet. I'm still debating. Was this worth it? 110%
If someone is looking to get a customized letter (and perhaps even some lovely trinkets) like the one above, this could be a sign to go check out @multiversepostalservice!
Unfortunately I can’t say it is a sign with certainty, as I don’t know your astrological sign, blood type, height and preference of weather during the month of April (and only April) to do a proper bloodstone reading.
If you don’t know whether you’re looking for this, then please make sure to shout the question into an empty sky (or just whisper it if neighbors are an issue) and the answer will appear to you in a vivid dream the following night.
Do you take requests for Cecil x male reader? I just wanted to ask before I sent in one (if you say no I won’t dw!) sorry if I sent one like this before this one! I touched a notification and the ask window disappeared!
<3
Absolutely I do! Though a lot of my writing is gender-neutral, I would love to see more male-reader content in the community—so I’m usually down for a request for that!
Imagine for a moment that you are going about your day while traversing everyday stressors—maybe you’re focusing on difficult classes or are dealing with a lot of responsibilities at work, or perhaps its simply a bunch of small things that altogether can be exhausting.
Now imagine that you get an alert that you have a letter waiting for you—a letter that is customized and designed specifically from a beloved comfort character! Perhaps it’s encouragement to get through your studies, or a casual conversation to take your mind off of work; who wouldn’t want to have something like that to brighten their day?
To many people, a comfort character is a fictional character that someone uses to cope with difficult life experiences. They may be used as an escape from reality, or to help work through periods of stress and uncertainty. Sometimes a comfort character is simply a person’s favorite in a work of fiction, or it is a character that they feel a personal and genuine connection to.
My name is Daniel, and I have been writing for well over a decade across original and fandom-based content—and most of that has been for a style of writing most commonly called reader-insert, which allows the reader to immerse themselves in the world of the writing itself. I have always enjoyed exploring a variety of characters and how they resonate with people across the world, and have myself found comfort in the safety of fiction during stressful periods of my life.
With the Multiverse Postal Service, I’m offering my skills and experience to craft you, your self-insert, an OC or a loved one (because who doesn’t love a gift?) a customized letter from your favorite characters!
For more information, or if you are curious to see some of the traditional content I have written, check out the links below!
I know the sirens are void+stars but consider: Do You Love The Color Of The Sky?
Original base by Dvskfall
I couldn’t decide what orientation I liked more—the left is the more classical orientation, but I really enjoy how the colors line up with the body on the right side. Almost makes the night sky look like a cute lil’ dress :3c
This was a quick mock-up, but I might actually explore the design concept more in the future!
Hello! I was reading through your writings, which are absolutely amazing, and something has occurred to me. Kevin apparently doesn't dream because of Strex, but reader definitely does, and that is going to be rough for them soon after arriving in Desert Bluffs. It's probably made worse by the fact that nobody in Desert Bluffs apparently has nightmares anymore, and I think it's a neat conflict. This is probably a bit rambly, but I hope I got the point across alright. Thank you for your time and have a great rest of your day!
Sleep.
It is something that most creatures eventually need to do--to fall into a deep slumber and allow themselves the gentle but temporary respite from the waking hours of reality. For some, it is a time of growth and healing, of separation from moments of sadness and pain that grow farther with every evening of soft unconsciousness.
For most, to sleep is to dream.
To dream is to experience the wonders of a truly unhindered imagination, letting it wander deep into the dark sea of endless possibilities. One may re-experience the memories of moments long-since passed, or perhaps play out the nervous future that is yet to come. When one dreams, it is with the endless freedom that is rarely ever allowed by the universe then they are awake--a freedom that can never be stolen away.
Or so you once thought.
With every passing evening pulling you farther from the moment you stepped foot into Desert Bluffs, your nocturnal sea becomes more muddied and indistinct. Once you had seen colors beyond wonder, heard noises of symphonic beauty, felt the rush of life... But now, even the dreams themselves feel like distant memories that are barely whispers upon the wind.
Nobody dreams in Desert Bluffs, or so you had found out. Nobody has nightmares either.
From the waking weight of a thousand suns, Strexcorp reaches its claws of numbers and progress and productivity deep into the unconscious psyche of the entire town. It drains the color, the sound, the sense of joy and leaving nothing but a brief and dark silence that is sharply broken by the shrill noise of an alarm clock long before the sun has begun to rise.
You remember what it feels like to dream, like someone trying to recall a story told by someone who themselves had nearly forgotten it. The rest of Desert Bluff is not nearly as lucky however, since most of them can't so much as comprehend the concept of such blissful freedoms outside the pressure their jobs have over them from one day to the next.
When you had admitted as much to Kevin, you remember him looking upon you with the strangest expression, bittersweet and silent. It would be a long time before you would come to recognize that look as one of both longing and pain.
"You'll get used to it," is all he could offer in assurance with a smile that, despite the scars, never reached his eyes at all.
