Hey, This can't be real. But what is real? I don't know... the white walls of this hospital seem realer than the vibrant worlds I've visited... inside a flying lion. That does look a lot dumber in writing. Good, I'm glad I'm insane, it's so much more convenient to be insane than to be stressed about my team not being able to form Voltron without me. There is no Voltron. There is no paladins. There is no Zarkon. There is no Voltron. There is no paladins. There is no Zarkon. There is no Voltron. There is no paladins. There is no Zarkon. (Cover art: Klanceshipper06 on tumblr (I think???))

It's hard isn't it? Being the responsible one. The one that everyone relies on whether they realise it or not. All so painfully oblivious, they don't realise that I can undo them one by one. Make their minds run wild until it is too much to bear. Kill them softly like a gentle breeze, make them rebel against the ones they love for no reason other than I'm simply bored. Some may call it a mutation but I have come to call it a skill.

I've decided to make a new collection of Night Vale fan fiction based entirely on songs. PLEASE send in your requests and prompts. I'd be happy to write them. (Make sure you include what pairing you would like me to write about, as well as the song title.)

Basically fluffy teen!cecilos that hopefully will suffocate you. Carlos moves in next door from a different state and Cecil's a bit curious. November 9, 2024 - changed the cover to something I drew.