this was supposed to be a series of sketches feat. cecil g palmer, fashion disaster, but as usual I got carried away with the first one. so. Click through for hi res if you’re super curious about the writing on his satchel, but it’s nothing super creative unfortunately ;n;
Imagine Carlos losing his phone in the sand and putting all his important science on hold to search for it, because if he loses contact with Cecil he doesn't know what he'll do... he finds it after several hours of digging and he doesn't think he's ever felt so relieved in his life.
… I felt this request in my very soul, anon.
doodle of cecil’s phone
too tired to put more effort into this lol
w e l c o m e t o n i g h t v a l e
"Old Woman Josie out near the car lot says the angels revealed themselves to her; said they were ten feet tall, radiant, and one of them was black; said they helped her with various household chores. One of them changed a light bulb for her, the porch light."
Maureen wanted to go visit Richard but Dana and VIthya/Erika refused to let her without their company. Svee just tagged along.
late post for PoC Night Vale Week: Intern Day
The only ones alive are: Mayor Dana Cardinal, (possibly) Intern Maureen, Intern Richard (now part of The Whispering Forest), Intern Svee (the crow), and Intern Vithya/Erika (who no longer exists).
Warning: fire, body horror (give or take)
I’d rather you not reblog my art than remove the warning, thank you.