disarmdraco:

Cecil Baldwin by ~Chancc

theimperfectascent-deactivated2:

And now, a continuation of our previous investigation into whether I am literally the only person in the world, speaking to myself in a fit of madness caused by my inability to admit the tragedy of my own existence.

Welcome to Night Vale.

halorvic:

Can you believe this guy said he used “Indian magicks”?

g-erti:

_{Welcome to Night Vale}

jenndrawsthings:

One of them was black.

trenchcas:

_{TO NIGHT VALE: [ You drove a long time, and eventually you ended up in Night Vale, and you stopped driving. You have been haunted ever since by how easy it was to walk away from your life and how few the repercussions were. You never heard from your fiancée or your job again. They never looked for you, which doesn’t seem likely, or maybe it’s that in Night Vale, you cannot be found.]  listen - photo credit}

001. Slender (Music Box) 
002. Buried In Water - Dead Mans Bones 
003. Going Going Gone - STARS 
004. Fight Them Softly - Soely  
005. Frank Sinatra - CAKE 
006. Let Men Burn Stars / Slight Night Shiver - M83 
007. In A Room Where You Sleep - Dead Man's Bones
008. Turn Into Earth - The Yardbirds 
009. Wandering Star - Portishead 
010. Darkest Child - Kevin Mac Leod

narcomanic:

Good night, Night Vale.
Good morning, Desert Bluffs.

strexcorpsecurity:

A TRANSPARENT EYE TO WATCH OVER YOU. CONSTANTLY. ❤

crimson-sun:

It all makes perfect sense.

inktrashing:

“Good evening, and welcome to —”

I wish there was a way to make the gif less grainy, but alas. (Here are higher-res stills for Night Vale and Desert Bluffs.) Apologies that my rendition of Cecil is nigh-unrecognizable, but I’ll admit this was basically just an elaborate excuse to draw Kevin’s tasteful interior decor. щ(◉ω◉щ) 

And of course, many, many thanks to Fal for helpful pointers and for putting up with my endless deluge of WIP screenshots.