#wtnv inspired

[secretlyhuntokar]

And now, Traffic:

There is a car on a road. Imagine a car. Longer than that. And taller. No, that's a bus. I said imagine a car. Okay, better. Not a limo. Stop imagining a limo. Imagine a car. Longer still. In fact, cover it in scales. And take away its wheels, windows and boring metal exterior. We want this car to be living. Imagine a long, living, scaly car. One that hisses and sometimes rattles. One with two eyes and a forked tongue.

You are imagining a snake. This is good.

Now, pick a number.

Whatever you picked, throw it away and choose much, much higher.

Whatever number that is, it still won't be high enough to describe the number of snakes on the road. Expect many delays, and possible closures.

This has been Traffic.

[mbcorvo-author]

Some weeks ago I had the inspiration of trying to write a short story in a similar style (and in particular, the same vibe!) to WTNV, so I started writing down some ideas I had and then expanded one of them.

I'm not entirely happy with this (also because I had no clue on how to convey the tone used by the speaker), but I'm at least glad to have been able to write anything at all after a long time of not writing any short stories or drabbles!

TW: mentions of gore & body horror

Platform 4

You're tuned to channel 13.13, hello!

Today our scheduled program starts with a message from the Town Council, and the message is as follows: "The Council alerts all residents and people currently staying in the village that the local railway station does not have a "platform four". Anyone who meets someone claiming to have gotten off the train at the fourth platform has to contact the railway authorities as soon as possible: they will direct you to the decontamination facilities for check-ups. If you have found yourself at the fourth platform, or know someone that found themselves at the fourth platform, you must surrender them and/or yourself to the railway authorities that will arrange isolation and containment. DeadRiver's train station has only three platforms. There is no platform four." And this was the message from the Town Council.

On another note, talking about the council, DeadRiver is pleased to wish you a happy hundredth-something birthday Arthur! And many happy returns! Even if Arthur already knows how to return. Arthur always returns.

Now another reminder for our kind listeners: please, refrain from trekking in the Beechgrove locality as we are close to the annual Fae festival! The Folk doesn't like tourists during their annual festival. But don't worry: they'll hold another one - open to all creatures - in the upcoming months, so stay tuned to receive updates on the local events!

We received some updates on the Platform Four situation... It seems that the railway police have already brought three people safely into containment, while a fourth one quote-unquote "just melted into a puddle of a red bubbling substance as soon as it got dragged into the facility". Well, that's quite an unusual thing uh? But I don't think it's worse than that case - some time ago - when people started rotting spontaneously and turning into a corpse in a state of advanced decomposition in a matter of seconds. That was a nasty year! Tourism season was at its lowest that year... Not that I think that's a bad thing since it's tiring having to explain how the village works to outsiders... But DeadRiver is a renowned esoteric outdoor touristic location and the Town Council doesn't want to risk losing the money brought to the village by hikers, bikers, cultists, cottage-core lovers, worshipers of the demonic and city people wanting to breathe fresh country air to decompress after a stressful work week sitting at their office's desk! Hm. Reminiscing about the Year of the Rotting made me crave beef jerky. I leave you now with the commercial break, meanwhile, I'll go get something to eat~ Preferably jerky.

-- Welcome back to Radio DeadRiver! There's another update from the train station. Currently, the railway police have put on lockdown a dozen of people-adjacent beings who affirmed to have been at Platform Four and other people-adjacent beings that got close to them. The first three mentioned earlier have already melted into undefined puddles during their stay in the containment facility. We will update you as soon as we get other news from the train station!

Some listeners messaged our station, alarmed by the number of deer carcasses spotted around the village. No, there's no wolf pack, bear, chupacabra or genetically mutated wolverine-badger-mongoose lycanthrope roaming around: don't worry! What you saw is one of those uh- brands of fucked up deers. Like the Muntjack deer - y'know, the ones which have many holes on their face to smell and trigger trypophobia - who live in the nearby forest. Sometimes they get down in town in search of food. So, don't worry: if you spot them, just leave them alone since they will awaken and scuttle away as soon as night falls! And remember to keep your trash bins and homes securely closed!

Let's now return like an urban-line train to our railway situation. I'm receiving a message through the telegraph with some updates. Let's see what's going on! Mh... aha! Uhm... So, it appears that even the other people-adjacent beings turned into unclassified goo while in containment, but the science guys still don't know how that could've happened. But they are doing their best by analyzing the varied puddles of goo. Town Council adds, in a separate message, that they believe it's the Government's doing... and even if I disagree with the Town Council's words, I'm legally bound to repeat what they say.

Oh! The telegraph is pinging me with a new update... Okay, it appears that the melting might have been caused by a "disconnection between the people-adjacent beings and the railway's electric grid, as the grid supplied the beings' internal electromagnetic field that helped them maintain their form". Well, at least they know what they are doing now! I'm not sure if I have grasped the concept, I'm a humanities person, but that explanation sounded like a very relevant thing! Honestly, you could talk to me about uh- I don't know, maybe how the thermodynamic laws work and I would silently nod and smile while, in my head, I'll be climbing a rotating Penrose staircase. But I'm going off the rails.

Another update came through. It appears that the authorities found a way to deal with the Platform Four beings and the goo for which they are made. That's great news, my guys! Looks like they are already close to finding a solution!

We also tried to reach the current supervisor of the railway authorities present at the train station to ask for some declaration of sorts about the event. Something we could share with you all to keep you informed and safe. The Supervisor replied that there is no fourth platform in DeadRiver train station, and because there isn't any fourth platform, there isn't anything happening related to that. "Nothing to worry about, nothing that we're allowed to know about", he said. Well! It's good to know that there isn't anything to worry about!

Sadly for you, listeners, our time is up! Don't forget to tune back into channel 13.13 tomorrow for your dose of local news! See ya next time, bozos!

[kostektyw]

some buttons for the fellow voters out there

Edit: more designs and some info available here :)

[google-searchhistory-official]

FEEED USSSS

With an amazing smell and plenty of uses!

FEEED USSSSSS

From loosening hinges to personal hygiene

FEEED USSSSSSSS

We offer the best solution!

FEEED USSSSSSSSSSS

WD-40

WE ARE FED!

The orange creamsicle smell means it's working!

[onesidedradiostatic]

some of the tags on my edit are making me think:

do you think random sinners who watched everything in stayed gone and never met alastor in person have like fan interpretations of how he looks like based on this one shitty drawing and his voice.

some draw him with a full body of fur. some draw him with a nose, some draw him without a nose. they come up with their own colour palettes too and they all look very different. there are some popular, agreed on interpretations of him too that are commonly drawn

some have interpreted the monocle to be a goofy mismatched eye so there are a lot of people who draw him like that too with one big eye and one small eye

vox has seen all of them and lost his mind about them because they're so WRONG AND INACCURATE (okay maybe he laughed at some of them, but how the hell is he going to enjoy sexy alastor art if they all draw him wrongly? and val doesn't care enough to draw him often) and he wonders if he should have just used the actual picture he had of him for his news broadcast instead so he wouldn't have to be subjected to these horrendously inaccurate interpretations of him. this is why he sent a proper reference when he commissioned luci--

[dandelion-network]

I made Annihilation-inspired hotel key chains using my job's laser cutter yesterday. (I work in a library and we have a laser cutter in our makerspace.)

The neon green looks better in person but is also a little too big for my keyring.

[lockwood-grows-on-locktrees]

The bright start of a scrap book project and the only time I’ve ever wanted a pencil in the exact shade of purple of the Nightvale Logo

[a-girl-and-her-quotes]

Welcome to Night Vale

[just-an-enby-lemon]

"Aha" Carlos exclaimed, holding two beer cans. "I knew they were here somewhere."

The mini-fridge was the least scientific part of the lab and mostly existed to make sure none of the scientists would get too distracted with science to eat. It had been Cecil's sugestion, 'it was a nightmare to get Station Manegement's permission but it was really helpfull', a tip that did not quite work for either as much as their later decision of all-week lunch dates but it was still very much usefull. Even if sometimes someone would end up putting their very secrety substances, creepy mini snow people and weird samples in the same place as the food.

"It was actually brew with the wheat and wheat by products replacement me, Dave and Nilajana made." He was genuinally really proud of that one, the lack of good replacements had been a bit of a strugle, besides it had also helped Dave's glutten alergic aunt outside of Nightvale. All in all huge victory. "And I think it is neat."

"Thank you." Ford says, grabbing the beer.

There's something tense in the air and neither man has any idea how to adress it. They had been friends, had been exchanging letters and theories for years now and the first week of the twins visiting had been great.

Carlos still hadn't fully understood what changed. But in a moment he was showing a nice floating tree with rainbow flowers that had just appearead close to the barista district and suddently Ford had a weapon pointed at Cecil. There was a conversation afrer, one that Carlos only understood bits, but whatever Stan had said had aparently solved fix.

Cecil had only said it was a misanderstanding and to not have Cecil speak at a mile about whatever had happened was worringing all by itself. Instead his husband had asked him to go check on his friend and send his apollogies (Carlos had considered it was better not to mention that he hoped Ford apologized as well).

"Cecil asked me to tell you he was sorry."

Ford seems to think about it. Looking more at the unopen beer than at Carlos.

"It was a misanderstanding and I'll admit I overeacted a bit." The words where small, embarrassed. A part of Carlos that kept screaming 'childhood hero' everytime he looked at Ford hated it. A different part that kept thinking about how scared Cecil had looked felt vindicated.

"What happened?"

"He said something that made me think he was connected to an evil demon that tried to end the world. Except apparently reading the evil demon language is just an extracurricular class here."

It made sense. It was a very Nigthvale situation. Still... it doesn't wants all questions witch means he needs to find a subtle, polite way to ask the next thing.

"Makes sense." He can't find the next sentence but it's very clear he has one.

"Uh... The thing he read... and asked about... was of a personal nature. Hence the apology."

Oh! Oh. Yeah that would do.

"Yeah, Cecil does that."

Ford noded unconfortably.

"I'm also sorry for having pointed my disitegration gun at him. Everyone here has been very kind to me and my brother and is very clear it is at least partially because of how Cecil talked about us on the radio. He's been nothing but kind and I should not reacted that strongly."

"Tell him that." Carlos says still closed off. But after a second. "With words you don't mind being shared because he will narrate it word for word while on air."

The silence after that was still weird but not scary and after some quiet moments pondering if their friendship would take a blow for the incident...

"Soo wanna see our progress on the behavior of the whormhole goats?"

Ford smiled.

"Absolutly."

With that both scientists where back at being friends.

[cherrymogai]

[ID: Two flags with five vertical stripes, with the middle one being wider than the others. The stripes are colored dark plum, plum, magenta, plum, and dark plum. In the middle of the magenta stripe, there is an orchid pink cube with a deep magenta circle in the middle. On the left flag there is a simplified vintage microphone in the center circle, while the right flag has no symbol. END ID.]

Hosthistrone

(PT: Hosthistrone)

A histrone label related to hosts (e.g. TV show hosts, radio hosts, event hosts, etc.) and having HPD. This could be related to the desire to perform, have an audience, and/or be the center of attention. These people may feel like hosts of their own shows, constantly broadcasting to an invisible audience.

For @radiomogai's event!

[bizarrebazaar13]

(Dexter and the Youthful Naturalist are bored on Dexter’s ship, probably on their way to Port Cecil)

Dexter: do you want to play 20 questions?

Naturalist: sure! what’s your favorite sea creature?

Dexter, laser fucking focused: bat. my turn. do you like men?

[surfthevibe]

The only thing different is that now I’m wearing a black plastic poncho, cat ears, and yellow galoshes. This was definitely not what I wore to work, as I do not own yellow galoshes. They’re orange.

Oh, I don’t know. These are kind of orange-ish. The lighting in my studio’s weird. Maybe these boots are mine.

Yeah. I’m wearing exactly what I was wearing before, I think.

Cecil in “Well of Night”

[maxgicalgirl]

All I could think for the entire Barbie movie was how killer Cecil would look in Barbie’s whole wardrobe

[thevoiceofdesertbluffs]

what if i drew hazbin hotel vivsiepop night vale designs /EVIL

[pastafossa]

My favorite opening line in a book remains, "The building was on fire, and it wasn't my fault." (Especially funny considering the protagonist previously WAS responsible for setting buildings on fire).

But this opener in The Faceless Old Woman Who Secretly Lives In Your Home now ranks a close second for me. Poor Craig. 😂

[ion-cove]

Ion Cove: A friendly island community where the sand is hot, the ocean is beautiful, and we all pretend to ignore the strange goings on behind the giant fence around the northwest corner of the island.