#The Moonlit Vale

[marejadilla]

Annie Stegg Gerard, “Idle Thoughts”, 2018, oil on canvas. Annie Stegg's "The Moonlit Vale" Solo Exhibition. Annie was born in Atlanta, Georgia in 1982.

[augiestufff]

Meowoon 🌙

[asongoftearsandfandoms]

I just read every single item on this menu, and I now want a pop-up Night Vale town that has this cafe at one end and the Moonlite All-Night Diner at the other, and I want actual dish descriptions to look like this on the menu (actually, I want this menu to just be the menu), and idk i think it's possible.

Obviously irl some of the "crazy ingredients" would have to be eccentric-but-still-edible-and-complementary ingredients. Like the twigs in the dirty chai could be cinnamon sticks sticking out, and the leaves could be mint or some other complimentary herb plant, and the mud could be like just a pile of wet chocolate curls at the bottom of the cup. Anything with glass in it could have those clear sugar glass shards they do on all those dessert competition shows. Scrap metal could be jerky sprayed with that metallic edible spray paint. IT'S POSSIBLE IS ALL I'M SAYING.

Either way, I love this, I love this menu, and I want to eat here.

breakfast and lunch menus for the sunlite all-day café are done!

[arisingonmorningsinnocent]

Years later, I still think “Poetry Week” was one of the cleverest things the WTNV writing team ever did. Like they took an episode concept that was literally just “Night Vale citizens write poetry and Cecil reads it on the radio! Cute, right? :)” and made it about people living in a dystopian surveillance state using one of their rare opportunities for self-expression to express the fear and paranoia and low grade trauma that shape their daily lives through absolutely horrifying poems. 

Poems about censorship, about anger against the state, about being forcibly silenced (“The town criers have cross-stitched their mouths shut and stapled their eyes open.”), about being watched, being harmed, being turned against the people you love but are unable to fully trust. And all interspersed with Cecil’s cheery, meaningless compliments on writing that he clearly isn’t thinking about (or at least is pretending not to understand the subtext of, which is my personal headcanon). 

Honestly I kind of want to do a full textual analysis of Katherine Ciel’s poem (under the cut) alone, because it’s a beautiful piece of writing where it’s so clear how hard the fictional poet is trying to veiledly describe what it’s like to live with Night Vale-typical level of fear and tension and random, unpredictable moments of surreal violence. The way people become numb to the horror (“Many find it difficult to breathe/without the atmosphere,/but we knew how;/we just stopped breathing”) but also the way that same numbness cuts them off from other people and makes intimacy with others into a terrifying, monstrous thing. And Cecil reads this as a traffic report. I am trying SO hard not to write a whole essay about this. 

But my favorite thing about “Poetry Week” is that it’s no more disturbing than any other Night Vale episode. Same humor, same beautiful prose, like it’s not on a different level than the rest of the show and I can and often do listen to it as just one more soothing, funny WTNV episode. Which is fun because it’s a meta-parallel to how in-universe Poetry Week is a fun community event to bring the town together, but also a rare and precious opportunity for tacit protest against an oppressive regime.

And I just… this podcast is so good, you know? Man. It’s so good. I want to eat it.

On Sunday, a lambent crevice

opened up in the street outside my house.

By Tuesday, birds were flying into it.

“I probably won’t miss you,” my mother said.

“I’m only interested in the end of the world,” I replied.

Many find it difficult to breathe

without the atmosphere,

but we knew how;

we just stopped breathing.

We’re at the Moonlite All-Nite Diner,

and they’re serving up fruit

from the plants growing out of the waitress.

The closed sign whispers, “Please, don’t touch me.”

We watch bodies fall to the ground outside

like deep sea creatures surfacing.

You turn to me and ask,

“Do you ever think about suicide?”

I look away from you and close my eyes,

eat the raspberries to confuse the blood in my mouth.

Now you’re in the only car in the parking lot at midnight

and you’re watching me throw stones at the moon

which hangs low in the sky

so that he can look into your house.

Your sister tried to touch him

from her window once,

and he flinched.

Now he and the oceans watch her with a quiet concern.

The lilac sky is trying to rest her head on his shoulder,

all trees gradually growing through her.

A hummingbird whispers to you,

“Be careful. Under her dress is her skin,”

and then builds his nest in the middle of the highway.

I look back to you,

and you close your eyes.

[emhm]

I probably don't need to say it outright, but for the sake of clarification- The dimension that Sunlo and Moonlit come from is the closest one to the Security Breach canon. Their timeline was diverted by Sunset accidentally killing Vanny, Solar dropping in, Moon's intervention on their financial problems and the dropping off of Moonlit ect ect. The main reason why Sunlo and Moonlit will choose to stay in Night Vale is because their version of Fazbear did not consider them sentient in any way. They were not allowed to leave the Plex and they were not paid. Being in Lord Eclipse's house was a mix of tense and restful, but this is their first real taste of freedom. And while Night Vale is suspicious of technology in general; they're quite accepting of sentient beings that superficially resemble humans. They'll have full personhood rights there even though the core EMHM group does not, and [with good behavior] they can hide there forever if they want.

[sp00kymulderr]

💗Welcome to the fic rec list!💗

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💗DIETER BRAVO💗

our girl by @party-hearses

send in the clown by @covetyou

jester little bit more by covetyou

stay gold, baby boy by @chronically-ghosted

Circle, Circle by @insomniamamma

three's company by @pennyserenade

A Bad Idea by @the-blind-assassin-12

Non-Disclosure Agreement by @atinylittlepain

i crawl home to her by chronically-ghosted

For You, I Would Ruin Myself by @thelightsandtheroses

Misfire by @qveerthe0ry

Fifty Shades of Orange by @all-the-things-2020

My Favorite Part by @tightjeansjavi

Little Monsters by chronically-ghosted

Chaste by covetyou

Dress Me Up & Call Me Pretty by @morallyinept

You can never keep a soul by chronically-ghosted

In fiction by @sin-djarin

The stranger the better by @seventeenpins

Propagation by covetyou

Sweet Dee by @yopossum

💗EZRA💗

Hue by @goodwithcheese

Shorn by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Exposed by @maggiemayhemnj

The Pit by @morallyinept

Compulsion (series) by @iamskyereads

The Thing That Gives by @lincolndjarin

weathers cool, folks fine by @justrunamok

Dream Within a Dream by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

The Devil Beckons (And I Must Heed His Call) by @pettyprocrastination

Lamplit by @fleetwoodmactshirt

💗JOEL MILLER💗

Seven by @proxima-writes

ripe by @hier--soir

something wretched about this (series) by @covetyou

Oh Honey (series) by @lincolndjarin

Fifteen Seconds, Sixteen Years by @dilf-din

Night Walks (series) by @toxicanonymity

Five of Joel Millers birthdays by @bastardmandennis

Wanna be felled by you, held by you by @seventeenpins

Happy birthday, Joel by @romanarose

Feral woman (series) by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

💗JAVIER PEÑA💗

nights are so starry, blood moonlit by @janaispunk

Helpless Optimism by @the-blind-assassin-12

Dry Run by @chronically-ghosted

💗MARUCS PIKE💗

I'll Crawl Home To Her by @thetriumphantpanda

caught red lipped by @5oh5

Personal Day by @sin-djarin

💗FRANKIE MORALES💗

into the beat of the night (series) by @perotovar

💗JAVI GUTIERREZ💗

Rebirth by @perotovar

💗MARCUS ACACIUS💗

Ave Atque Vale by @mothandpidgeon

A Glimpse of Eternity by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

[annabelle--cane]

upon arriving in night vale and getting a feel for the surroundings:

doug eiffel - starts crying

sister carpenter - gets annoyed at the lack of options on the moonlite all-night diner menu

gordon porlock - is more thrilled than words can describe

david 7 - winds up as an nvcr intern. I'm so sorry.

arkady patel - honestly feels disappointed, somehow

alestes triceforgotten - experiences a category five "why is the ocean so far away :(" event, is not fazed by anything else

sir caroline - isn't happy at all but shrugs it off and goes job hunting

gloria midnightburger - adapts like an absolute champ. makes friends with the faceless old woman who secretly lives in her home.

david ward - also starts crying but is gradually filled with a sense of blinding euphoria at the realization that hey this fucked up evil city actually seems kinda fun

gaius octavius - swallows his almost overpowering fear and tries and fails to fill the mayoral power vacuum. dies shortly thereafter.

[thatliminal-wanderer]

Cecil Palmer (Welcome to Night Vale) ID Pack

Requested by 🎉🤩 anon

Names

Abel, Ain, Ambili, Ambrose, Axis, Balendu, Benito, Bilen, Buck, Cain, Chakshu, Chana, Chandak, Chital, Collin, Coues, Darby, Diya, Dyani, Fawn, Gazelle, Ghazala, Harina, Hart, Herschel, Himanshu, Indu, Iris, Jace, Kamaria, Key, Kurangi, Larkspur, Lillith, Lochan, Mahnoor, Mauve, Mayank, Mriganayani, Mrigank, Mrignaini, Mulberry, Nayana, Nell, Nilan, Nilava, Ofer, Oisin, Olimpik, Qamar, Rebecca, Roe, Roscoe, Sambar, Sarang, Selene, Shashank, Shika, Sika, Silas, Stag, Tungesh, Veronica, Vidula, Yamir

Pronouns

ant/antler/antlers, buzz/buzzes, crescent/crescents, dark/darks, deer/deers, deity/deities, eld/eldritch/eldritchs, eye/eyes, fawn/fawns, gaze/gazes, god/gods, hoof/hooves, host/hosts, indigo/indigos, insomnia/insomnias, lav/lavender/lavenders, lilac/lilacs, moon/moons, night/nights, ob/observe/observes, odd/odds, pur/purple/purples, radio/radios, report/reports, show/shows, speak/speaks, spot/spots, stag/stags, strange/stranges, talk/talks, 🌄/🌄s, 🌒/🌒s, 🌘/🌘s, 🌙/🌙s, 🌵/🌵s, 🎙️/🎙️s, 🏜️/🏜️s, 🐈‍⬛/🐈‍⬛s, 👀/👀s, 👁️/👁️s, 💜/💜s, 📻/📻s, 🔮/🔮s, 🕧/🕧s, 🗣️/🗣️s, 🦌/🦌s

Titles

A Purple Hued Deer, The All Seeing Eye, The Cat Lover, The Desert Brought Up Deity, The Host Older Than Time, The Moonlit Deer, The Nightly Radio Host, The One True Reporter, The One Who Runs The Show, The One With a Purple Hued Life, The Radio Show Host, The Town’s Saving Grace, [prn] Who’s In Love With Science, [prn] With Deer-like Qualities

Genders

Cecipalfosic, Collideeric, Crescentmoonlightic, Cryptidmasc, Floradeeric, Horaugic, Humornoxic, Killyourdoublgender, Liminalspacestalgic, Lunitwivieri/Solsteseric, Moonboylexic, Moonshipic, Mostlyvoidpartiallystarric, Notlove, Ultraveyelian, Valeience, Vintaudio, Viodeergender, WTNVcastic

Other mogai

Aldeerantler, Aldercervocryptic, Aldereyeweird, Alderliminal, Alderpolyoptic, Assigned Eldritch At Birth/AEldAB, Eldrigodperspesque/Eldrihorrorperspesque, Eldrivesil, Inviblackligheyes, Invifrozendoe, Moonstelic, Weirdcoreaestelic

[praxisia]

I’m trying to sketch up ideas for a painting I want to put in my room. It’s supposed to be the moonlite all-nite diner from welcome to night vale

[itashiro-hitsuchiha]

Closed RP- An Unlikely Alliance

@sterlingmoonstone

It was a clear moonlit night in Vale. A banquet hall was filled with party goers and staff alike. A big buffet meal was laid out for all attendants. The reason behind this party sort of event is due to a couple.of political leaders meeting up. One was a representative of the White Fang and the other was a representative of the city council and they were meeting to discuss possible changes to laws and policies regarding faunus. Though since the White Fang has escalated some of its 'protests' some extra security was called in.

Skjolda and Hatvi were called by the Commander and Chief of the Night Guards to attend this event just in case the White Fang tried anything funny. Of course this is why representatives were being used rather than any major leadership, but with all the people attending it was nice to have some extra protection. Skjolda prowled through the crowd and hung around the buffet table keeping an eye out for any White Fang operatives. Hatvi on the other hand kept to the corners to have a better view of the crowd. So far nothing was out of the ordinary, but there were a few faces that caught their attention.

[lyarra-of-house-stark]

⋆｡°✩ SECOND CHANCES AND MOONLIT DREAMS ⋆｡°✩

At the ripe age of eleven, two grand things happened in Lyarra’s life: she switched her consciousness with her cat, Ser Tickles, for the first time, eyes rolling white as she walked through Winterfell’s rooftops—a warg, Benjen had proudly proclaimed. And, Winterfell hosted Rickon’s first nameday celebration.

The festivities were grand, celebrating her nephew, a winter child, the next Wolf of the North. Following a solstice feast, a masquerade ball filled the castle with color, song, and the warmth of celebration despite the snow outside. Lyarra drifted through the crowd, her sun-shaped mask lending her courage she didn’t know she had. But soon, overwhelmed, she slipped from the ballroom, seeking solitude. On a dim balcony, she wasn’t alone for long. A figure joined her, a mask shaped like a half moon concealing his face. He was a stranger she could almost name, a shadow of something familiar. He was her match, there beneath the stars.

They danced as if in a dream, a waltz that led to a kiss—unexpected, tender, thrilling. Neither knew what came after a kiss, but that didn’t matter. They made out until their lips were raw, hearts pounding as if in unison. And then, as quickly as he’d arrived, he vanished into the night, leaving Lyarra with only memories.

At first, she thought about writing to him. But who would she write to? Every northerner had been at that wedding, even those from the South, the Vale—everywhere! So, she let the ink flow onto blank pages in Winterfell’s library. Her untold story filled books: “My dear, I’m dying to kiss you once more.” Or, ”You wretched thing, don’t be a coward and come back to court.” Or, “My beloved, I had never felt alive until your lips met mine.” She scrawled each line, true and achingly romantic, each more pathetic than the last.

Years passed, and Lyarra’s heart remained captured by the memory of that night. She devoured books, weaving stories that carried her away from Winterfell’s walls, all while deftly refusing the occasional proposal from minor lords. They were all lacking—one too short, another too proud, another simply too pretty.

Then came the news of the royal wedding in King’s Landing, and Lyarra sat up in bed with a thrill she hadn’t felt in years. If there was a place her moon-masked stranger might be found, it was there. She told herself he’d recognize her on sight, that he would find her, perhaps on another balcony bathed in moonlight. All she needed was faith

“It’s like a horror story,” Cregan muttered, reading over Lyarra’s shoulder.

“He’s definitely going to murder this lady,” Benjen added, leaning in on her other side. “Who casually growls, anyway?”

“It’s not casual,” Rhaenya noted mildly over her teacup. “He’s trying to court her.”

“Now we know what Cregan did,” Benjen teased, dodging an elbow jab from his friend.

“Could everyone stop reading my book?” Lyarra snapped, pulling it up to her nose. “Can I not have a moment of peace in this… lovely evening?”

“It’s impossible to find this evening lovely,” Benjen muttered, but a smile tugged at Lyarra’s lips. She knew his feelings about weddings, the Targaryens, and especially about King’s Landing. Benjen had kept his opinions quieter since Cregan married Rhaenya, but he would always be Benjen.

The journey south had been swift, but Lyarra felt as though her mind raced far ahead. Her hand twisted her half-moon necklace, the one small anchor she had to that night long ago. Surely he would find her, recognize her. After all these years, she thought, letting her eyes drift to the landscape, life owed her a love story—or at least a reunion on a moonlit balcony.

[augiestufff]

I made the bed, come lie down with me. 🌕

[asongoftearsandfandoms]

I want to dine hereeeeeeeeeeee

welcome to the sunlite all-day café ! founded some time in the late 1800s and stuck in night vale ever since, the sunlite all-day café was featured in episode 204 of welcome to night vale and now here's the whole menu! it's finally done!

[kevin--of-desert-bluffs]

WTNV quick rundown - It Devours!- Plot points

Click here for facts about Nilanjana!

Click here for facts about Darryl!

Click here for facts about Night Vale and it's citizens (including Cecil and Carlos).

Click here for facts about the Joyous Congregation and it's members!

Click here for stuff about the other scientists!

Click here for misc interesting facts I found!

Larry Leroy feels a sudden heat under his feet, followed by a rumbling, followed by a pit opening under his house taking it and him with it.

Following this, Carlos invites Nilanjana into his private lab to tell her that he's been trying to take readings on the House that Doesn't Exist because of it's links to the desert otherworld, which he wants to study and protect others from. However, when he turns on his machine, a great rumbling starts which messes up his readings. He asked City Council about it and although they denied creating the rumbling they mentioned that a 'Wordsmith' had warned them about something coming from the DOW and told him to stop. He asks Nils to try and find the source of the rumbling.

Nils tried to go to where Carlos detected the rumbling but it was crawling with agents so she goes to the coffee shop 'the Spikey Hammer'. Darryl is there and hands her a religious pamphlet. Later, whilst she's inspecting the pit where Larry's house used to be she drops it. With a helicopter and it's agent hovering over her shoulder, she reads it and sees it's written by the Wordsmith possibly linking the church to everything. She decides to investigate the church.

Before she can invesitigate, Darryl sees her and offers to give her a tour. They are met during the tour by Gordon, the Pastors assistent, who quizzes her on her interest. Nilanjana gives a brief answer about looking for 'something more', meets Stephanie and Jamilliah (other church members) and leaves.

Nils checks up on Carlos. His new attempt at using his machine is interrupted by Pamela Winchell bursting in and warning him to not continue doing what he's doing. The machine is working whilst she speaks and a pit opens next door, swallowing Big Rico's. Pamela denies involvement. The pit is much the same as the other, except it is full of earthworms.

During the next stage of her investigation (in which she decides the pattern of the pits indicates it's a creature making them) she is once more watched by the helicopter and is then met by Darryl, who asks her on a date which she accepts. Their date goes well, ending with them going to her place and having sex.

The next day, at the Moonlite, Nilanjana is honest about her reasons for going to the church and Darryl reveals that he is the Wordsmith. He says that he only talked to city council to convert them, not to warn them of anything and certainly not to turn them against Carlos.

She meets back up with Carlos. Nils realises that the pattern of holes Carlos has observed look a lot like a animal burrowing underground and links it with how a Smiling God is described and portrayed.

Nilanjana decides to sneak into the Hall of Public Records to get more information. She pretends to need the bathroom, but sneaks off. She is found by Pamela, arrested and taken to the abandoned mineshaft overnight.

Carlos meets up with her when she's let out and tries to get her to stop with her investigation. Nilanjana insists that she must continue and Carlos promises to support her even if he doesn't approve of what she's doing because it's putting her in danger.

Darryl confides in Stephanie and Jamillah the real reason for Nils interest and they work together to try and get to the bottom of things.

Nils wants to infiltrate the church and asks Darryl to help her. He agrees to prove their innocence and spends the night. They dress Nils up in Darryl's full body covering religious gear and sneak her into a service. Meanwhile, Darryl sneaks into the offices to investigate.

When Testimonials are called, Gordon tries to get 'Darryl' to speak. To get out of doing so and thus revealing herself Nils throws up and then rushes out. She pretends to lock herself in a bathroom but heads to the offices to find the real Darryl instead, giving him his stuff back. He says he found some documents talking about an 'invocation' and 'the book of devouring' which he's never heard of. Nils tries to leave but is caught and brought back inside.

Pastor Munn reveals that they (at least she and Gordon) believe that the Smiling God is an actual real live giant centipede which is going to devour them all. Darryl is shocked because he believed it was all metaphorical. The church is indeed trying to summon the beast on purpose.

Nils tries to explain what she's learnt to Carlos at the grand reopening of Big Rico's. She tries to tell him what is happening but keeps getting interupted. Suddenly Hooded Figures surround the pit and John Peters. Nils rushes one of the figures to save John Peters. She eventually gets to explain everything to Carlos. Through further investigation they figure out that the Hooded Figures are always gather around entrances to the DOW which means the pit is also an entrance to the DOW.

Darryl is questioned on his faith by the Pastor and backed up by his friends. They are then shown the Book of Devouring.

Another pit has opened in the school gym during the basketball practice. Nils hurries over, knowing that Janice will have been there and wanting to support Carlos.

Janice is unhurt but her wheelchair is broken. She helped to get people out of the way, but many did get swallowed by the pit. Cecil, Carlos, Abby and Steve are there. Carlos is visibly very upset and says he won't be letting anyone stop him from now on. Abby is holding it in as she usually cries only when she's alone such as in the shower. Pamela arrives to give an emergency press conference. When confronted, she admits that they are trying to stop Carlos but they are not making the holes and also want to stop the Smiling God.

Nilanjana leaves and is followed by the church van, she turns the tables and corners the van. Inside are Darryl, Stephanie and Jamillah who show her that they've stolen the book of devouring. They go back to the lab where Darryl explains that they believe that their leaders have hijacked the religion and changed it into something it's not. The scientists and church members end up arguing, except Nils and Stephanie who read the book and figure out that the interlocking triangles allow them to track where the centipede will emerge/where the portal to the DOW is, one of which is ofc where Larry Leroy's house used to be.

Nils asks Carlos to help but he's too wrapped up in his own experiment. They decide that their only option is to summon the creature themselves. Nils secretly plans to use a pesticide capsule to kill the centipede.

They preform the ritual in the book and summon the centipede. They distract the centipede whilst Nils finishes her pesticide capsule. Darryl helps her get the beast to swallow it but it doesn't kill it. The centipede notices NV and heads towards town.

They know it will come through the House that doesn't exist so head there. They are met by Pastor Munn and Gordon. The centipede emerges from the house, devours the pastor and Gordon and goes on a rampage.

Nils notices that it only 'devours' places rich in insects meaning it's probably just an animal after all and is just hungry. They lead it to the pit in Big Rico's place which is full of earthworms and trap it under there with a tarp laid down by the helicopter pilot Nils befriended. Carlos them appears and sets the creature on fire, killing it.

This however does not stop the rumbling when Carlos turns on his machine. Larry Leroy appears and tells them that he wasn't devoured by anything. That there was a mechanical sound and he ended up in the DOW, eventually working his way back. Nils realises that it's Carlos' machine which has been causing the portals all this time and that if he doesn't stop the veil between the worlds will rip wide open. He gets defensive and refuses to stop at first, eventually seeing sense and stopping his machine.

Nils is promoted to Carlos' main assistent, which allows her to do as she pleases with her science and also to watch him and make sure he's not accidentally dangerous again.

[symphony-calamity]

Something Something About the Moon

Ok ok I posted it. If you want to read a short crossover ficlet that’s just Cecil Palmer and Gunpowder Tim ranting about this moon, find it on AO3, or under the cut!

Cecil Palmer did not often leave the station on his lunch breaks, but when he did, he always met an oddly dressed stranger at the Moonlite-All-Nite Diner. It was never the same stranger twice, just a never-ending sequence of unfamiliar people who without fail sat down at his table as he was eating his salad, and who without fail left shortly after, never to be seen in Night Vale again.

This particular stranger was a man with long brown hair, a distinctly—and oddly—British accent, and a pair of goggles hanging around his neck. Cecil could tell he was from out of town, and wondered how he got there.

"Wretched thing!" the man, who had introduced himself as Tim, was saying, stabbing into a slice of invisible pie so hard his fork clanged against the plate. "I ought to just blast it out of the sky!"

"Wouldn't that be nice," Cecil agreed. "It is an eyesore." He had never met this man, and could not have said why he was talking to him. 

"But noooo," he continued, waving his fork furiously in the air. "No Tim, they say, you can't blow up the moon, those people want it there!" He gave an indignant huff to show his displeasure.

"I don't want it there," Cecil said. "I’d like to throw something at it. Wipe that smug grin off its rocky face." He narrowed his eyes towards the window as he spoke, as though his lunar enemy could ever possibly see his expression.

“Like a bomb,” Tim agreed cheerily. “A big bomb that would blow it right into a million tiny smithereens.”

Cecil nodded thoughtfully. “If only we could.”

"Well then," said Tim. "That's permission enough. Clearly the residents of this planet don't want it." With that, he stood up and walked out of the restaurant.

Cecil finished his lunch in silence, wondering why this happened every time he went to the diner. Then he got up, paid the bill, and left to finish his show. 

He didn't think again about the moon, or the man, or the conversation that they’d had, until three days later, when he was sitting outside with Carlos, gazing at the vast and incomprehensible sky with the usual horrified wonder.

"Cecil sweetie," Carlos said, gesturing at the blank expanse of night, "wasn't tonight supposed to be a full moon?"

[kerink]

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the episode title... oh this is gonna be good

a confidential talk. with cecil? not gonna happen.

woah cecil ur husband is a scientist?

DANAS BODY?! OUUUGH

janet why do you want to autopsy women 🤨

cecil is being so stupid this episode i want to fuck him so badly

ohhh the research staff are concerned about janet ohhh the janet server was right

flesh walls (banging on the table) where. is. kevin.

FLESH CREATURES NOW?! HUH?! they sound nasty

the council for air... how are the people of night vale gonna live with all this debate

breatharians quaking

they think janet is going too far lets hear it team standing ovation yall

hes taking cecil back to the moonlite all nite so cecil can finish the job

whoooo came JANET NO NO NON ON ONONONONONONOONNONOONNONOONNOONONNOONO

god shes so fucking hot i want her so fucking bad im so in love with her mommy mommy mommy

sad family dynamics, yeah i bet

precious cecil 🥵 she cant imagine anyone thinks any differently from her

whatre they gonna do to cecil? god i hope janets crew jumped him the second he stepped out of the station