#holding the mic

[northernfireart]

i can't find the original post of this idea but im obsessed completely with Sam Reich! Master

upd: The original idea was by @ace-whovian-neuroscientist!!!

[laniidae-passerine]

don’t get how you can watch iwtv and be a sincere diehard lestat hater. like the world’s biggest lestat hater is louis and that man can’t even commit to it for more than five minutes before literally hallucinating lestat wearing a wedding ring and talking pretty to him. this show is about louis and every road leads back to lestat for that man

[jestroer]

I fulfilled my duty to the people

[earlycuntsets]

2004 fuse interview

[gauntletqueen]

@fishing-lesbian-catgirl (original post)

[bancaishi]

did a quick redraw of this old piece from 4 years ago in honor of cecilsweep. i’m glad to see we all remember our night vale roots

edit: now with image description by @princess-of-purple-prose (thank you fellow tumblr citizen) as suggested so anyone who doesn't see the reblog can still get an id by clicking on the original post, for posterity.

[ID: Welcome to Night Vale fanart of Cecil, who's depicted as a thin man with short hair and glasses whose body is composed of outer space, like a double exposure. His skin is colored with splashes of purple and dotted with stars, and he has multiple extra eyes clustered around his main two. He's speaking into a mic while reading off a paper, and the background is a purple gradient which radiates from him in waves and is filled with stylized eyes. End ID]

[chyarui]

WE WERE ROBBED OF SCENES WITH THESE TWO

It could have been SO good

I just feel like their dynamic could hold just as much if not more mutual understanding than even that between aizawa and shinsou

anyways dadmic and shinson forever 💜💛

[satansleftnutcheek]

Gotta wonder what it’s like being Jorge Rivera-Herrans knowing that you’re the one who wrote, “When does a ripple become a riddle wave? When does the reason become the blame? When does a man become a monster?” AND “Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves” AND “The line between naïveté and hopefulness is almost invisible”

Like, how does it feel to be THAT good with words and know that not only are they phenomenally arranged, but people love them so much that they’ve found life outside to context of their origins. Like, people are going to remember these words dude. I STILL get chills listen to Epic and I know most of the words by heart

[burgycreeper405-blog]

a taco and mepad comic based off of this post

(yes, it has indeed been a almost whole year and i just drew it lmaooo 🪦🪦🪦)

((tho it's not even really based based off of it, but its taco and mepad lol))

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

one point perspective, columbiahalle 25-05-2018 🖤

[shaylogic]

Jayden: Oh I love Chick-fil-A

Gay interviewer: PffFFt So you don't support the gays, then?

Jayden: OAO!!! I LOVE the gays!!!

the comments on this interview too omfg

[kaddyssammlung]

[leclercskiesahead]

Charles and Carlos discuss Charles’ fashion style

[honeymarune]

... i'm telling u right now i have plans that i cannot share w you right now because the haters will sabotage me-- 💥💥

[channelsoph]

being on Sleep Token tumblr is like holding hands standing in a circle nervously giggling and trembling from excitement. i feel like we should all just follow each other and do that

[selineram3421]

*lies awake at night and has an idea*

[Its 4 a.m. by the way.]

Other Worldly

Prologue

Alastor X Shy Reader

(Oneshot turned short story)

Warnings? ⚠

⚠ selectively mute reader, mentions of death-drowning, shaking head = no, signing-ASL ⚠

They were an oddity.

How could such a meek and bashful thing like them end up in this fiery inferno.

Alastor watched from the bar as they bumped into the check-in counter and squeaked before getting off balance and falling.

Clumsy, jumpy, barely making a sound other than some odd squeaks.

Yes, they were quite the wonder.

An entertaining one.

❇

You were somewhat new to Hell. At least two weeks in.

There was an accident where you worked in the aquarium and well..you kinda caused a mass drowning? It sounds impossible but it happened.

It was very challenging to get up after your fall, but you managed and wound up at the hotel.

With the help of the Princess, you were able to figure out what kind of demon you are. It came with pros but it also came with cons. One con being that you couldn't speak unless you wanted to hypnotize someone.

It made you a little sad, but also relieved. You didn't do well around others, too shy to speak up or get involved with anything that put you in the spotlight.

Maybe it was for the best.

There would be one thing you wouldn't give up though.

❇

Alastor was in the hotel's library.

There wasn't a whole lot of demons coming into this room, especially after some guests saw him walk in here a few times.

It didn't matter. At least there were multiple things that could entertain him. A small music room with instruments, projectors in another with film reels and other types of tapes, and the most dazzling room of all was the astronomy room.

The Princess made sure to have this room's dome ceiling painted with an accurate mural of the Earth's night sky.

Deciding to mess with the trinkets on the shelves, the demon in red walked towards the back of the room and glanced at the star charts. Tapping at some of the books and measuring tools on the desk nearby before sitting down on a chair.

No one ventured this far into the library. He was probably the only demon who knew of this room's existence.

And then he heard something.

Someone had entered the room.

Turning around and looking between the shelves, Alastor spots the timid demon that he enjoys flustering so much near the armillary sphere in the middle.

A little spook wouldn't be too bad.

He thought with a small grin, starting to summon up a shadow creature. However both dissipated when there was a note sung into the air.

"Let's go in the garden

You'll find something waiting

Right there where you left it lying upside down

When you finally find it, you'll see how its faded

The underside is lighter when you turn it around "

The Radio Demon sat there, mouth agape as they sang.

"Everything stays right where you left it

Everything stays

But it still changes

Ever so slightly, daily and nightly

In little ways, when everything stays "

Like a siren- a water sprite? A nymph? It was hard to pinpoint what he could compare their voice to.

It was other worldly.

Their voice echoed due to the room's acoustics.

He didn't notice that he had gotten out of the chair, didn't notice he was making his way towards them, didn't notice when they stopped singing until they gasped.

Blinking out of his trance, he found them facing him and covering their mouth with their hands. A panicked look in their eyes.

"You stopped.", Alastor spoke up. "Why not finish?"

They shook their head quickly and backed away.

Before he could say something else, they moved their arms down, one made into a fist on their chest and moving in a circle clockwise. Then they ran out. (Sorry)

He stood there for a while, his smile widening. Maybe there was more to them than he thought.

How interesting~

I'm still on break but I couldn't help myself with this one. 🐚 (Old note)

~Seline, the person.

Part 1

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Alastor ML I🎙 | ChL OW🦀