[thecryingcryptid]

[eenocsarchives]

"I can’t…. I can’t…"

WE DOn’T TALK ABOUT THIS

[the-grin-reaper]

Working on my headcanon for this one lanky motherfucker Cecil Baldwin because I am just loVING NIGHT VALE!

[palaceoftheprophets]

Okay, I really liked drawing the little details my t-shirt design, but of course none of that was visible in the previous picture, so I made another photoset showing some of it.

I mean, I didn’t get a cramp my fingers for nothing, gosh.

[nonbinarycecilgpalmer-blog]

Well…. are we referring to actual food or can I simply say Cecil?

[uhohjello]

Whoops looks like I’m hooked on Nightvale.

No he’s not actually purple it was supposed to be nighttime I don’t know if I pulled it off I’m just trying to expand my comfort zone of colors kthx

[slmnbagel]

i can tell that we are gonna be friends

[maplebunn]

cecil is a lil cutie *(*´∀｀*)☆

[fiebrre]

anti-gravity cecil and a confused carlos °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

[oxytrezart]

my head canon is that they’re both very loud in bed.

[enchillama]

hey cecil congrats on being perfect xoxoxo

[batcii-archive-deactivated20210]

"welcome"

[saint-vagrant]

as a personal news update i’d like to apologise for my blurry vision (which affects you less) and my hoarse throat (which affects you more.) by my count i’ve been awake for six days— (five, if you leave out wednesday) (are days 24 hours? 37? 82?) i remember hearing somewhere that the seventh brings respite, but due to the long drawling sirens from out in the wastes i don’t think there’s room tonight for selfishness. the hum of terror in the streets like the calming tone of a fan, or a 440hz sine wave, and though it’s nearly a lullaby to me now i speak above the sound… ahem, i speak above the sound— i SPEAK ABOVE the SOUND of GROWLS, and of HEAT LIGHTNING, to GUIDE YOU SAFE INTO YOUR HOMES (THAT WAY! DO NOT FORGET!)

so from my latticed steel to your fisher 500, i have this to say: tuck your children into bed, pray for dawn to rear its head (just once more, just one more time would be alright with me.) remember, the orange glow from under the door will subside. your scorched lawn will grow back after the rain. dispose of your bread, discard your clocks, the forest is not your friend.

against all odds we’ve survived this long, and for your resilience you have my love. thank you for tuning in, from your watchdog in the weak hours, goodnight for now, my tenebrous hamlet— goodnight, NIGHT VALE! Goodnight!

ink (nib) and photoshop tones.

[trelldraws]

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i scribbled this lame comic about how that first phone call from carlos in episode 27 probably went

[trelldraws]

(everyone can always tell when carlos is in the studio during a broadcast because cecil’s voice goes all gooey)

[dangerpro]

For anon who requested somebody punching steve Carlsberg. 

[seavillains]

The neighbors said they were able to identify McDaniels because he matched police sketches of an eighteen-foot-tall, five-headed dragon that had been posted across Night Vale.

I can certainly see how he charmed his way out of an arrest. He must never get tickets. What a guy.