#ceclios

MY FUCKING LIFE BLOOD THANK U BASED DUNEDEHAAN <333

who the fuck put the peeps in the microwave

The Faceless Old Woman who secretly lives in your home, duh. 

who forgot to put the cat outside before sex

Cecil, and Khoshekh literally does the loudest static filled ungodly purr right as they both climax and Carlos has to take a minute bc he thinks he suffered cardiac arrest via this dumbass cat

who posts vines of the other doing embarrassing shit

Cecil again. He makes vines about Khoshekh, about being at the station, about his hatred for Steve, and has one where Carlos is cleaning the house and singing the periodic table song while dusting

who breaks the most phones

Carlos would if his phone didn’t regenerate itself

who dies first

tbh if Carlos were to go it will probably him doing something to save the town and his boyfriend and he’ll either die really quick in the blink of an eye or be bleeding out in Cecil’s arms while he narrates bc Cecil doesn’t know how to react to suck trauma without reporting about it also haha dont touch me :)))

which one I could see as being lactose intolerant

Cecil but they both dont know it bc the milk in Night Vale isn’t from cows lmao

who thinks they can do something really well even though they can’t

Cecil dances like a recently divorced 43 year old white soccer mom trying to keep up with the younger generation at the club and Carlos loves it

who is more likely to get kicked out of the bed

Carlos passes out in really weird places so it’s usually Cecil dragging him into bed tbh

who uses the computer most

I started WTNV not long ago and I'm currently on episode 33, and I really really, want to read a fic that details Carlos and Cecil's first date, but I'm terrified that if I go looking for one I'll accidently get spoilers.... 

Rec OR request a fic.

Hahaha alright!!

I request a Night Vale AU smut:

Title: My Love Should Be Heard And Not Seen

Rating: M

Genre: Romance, Humor

Summary: Cecil Palmer is the best phone sex operator in the small company called Night Vale. One night, a slightly tipsy and very lonely scientist dials his number, and gets far more than he bargained for - a late night conversation about advanced biochemistry, a brand new fetish for surreal horror, a surprisingly reasonable internship program, some newts, and slowly, strangely, the love of his life.

Status: Complete

God if I could draw. 

Kevin: And that UGLY scientist 

Cecil: What did you say. 

Cecil: Hold my flower Night Vale.