#ceckev

Do you like long fics? Slowburn? Polyamory? The most gut wrenching, funniest, and rewarding journey a fic can possibly take you on???

Then may I suggest everyone go and read @a-slight-sweet-fiction's Welcome to Night Vale fic Every Version Of You. It's 600,000 words, and still being updated! I've read the whole thing, and parts of it... two or three times based on when it had been updated up to that point. It is, legitimately, an absolutely phenomenal fic, I cannot stress it enough!

but it's not just some pfps, it's

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.

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

And then StrexCorp comes to Desert Bluffs.

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).

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."