a night sky already coming alive with bits of the universe
For yiskah, who finds herself in sudden need of stories about Cecil and Carlos and their beautiful, bewildering, eldritch love!
there's probably a word for it in unmodified sumerian (1007 words) by patho
It’s weirdly flattering, in a way, that Cecil can wax rhapsodic about his very cells. Carlos can empathize: every single one of his tests has shown that Cecil is just as human as he is, and yet he’s also absolutely not. A lovely little vignette.
Some madness in love. (2181 words) by dee
That’s the thing about time in Night Vale: perfect moments last forever. Literally. Somewhere. This is a lovely, sweet little story about one of the many peculiarly Night Vale dates Cecil and Carlos go on…
Mostly void, partially stars (4981 words) by dee
There are a lot of things Cecil knows, and absolutely none of them make sense. …and this is the story, by the same author, where Carlos is the scientist and Cecil is the experiment - and it's also much more sweet than not? I dunno. This fandom, you guys.
Strange or Malevolent (1982 words) by pocky_slash
(Carlos may have had a thing for guys like that in grad school, but he's definitely over it entirely and is in no way attracted to Cecil, not at all, not even a little, that guy is weird and a stalker and kind of dangerous, no matter how cute he is. Or isn't. Because he's not.) Oh, Cecil. Oh, Carlos.
held aloft by your voice (2306 words) by radialarch
“There’s always something going on,” Cecil says. “Have you checked the Community Calendar? I think there’s a town-wide exorcism on Thursday.” Creepy as all-get-out and I love it. (And, also, it's kind of sweet and lovely!)
Names of collision in the dark (22178 words) by queerly_it_is
“Wow,” Cecil says, and Carlos grins wider, because he’d maybe been expecting another ‘Neat!’ even though Cecil’s imposed a moratorium on that word possibly for the rest of time. In which as Cecil is neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, he must be a switch… and it is terribly, heartbreakingly romantic. There are first dates and second dates and fifth dates and non-numbered dates that may or may not have fallen on cancelled Wednesdays, and lots of thoughtful langorous sex (glad I didn't read this one at work!) and in the end, it's a love story. With zombies.
radio is a living art (try to get the words right) (2081 words) by byzantienne
“Whisper a dangerous secret to someone you care about. Now they have the power to destroy you, but they won’t. This is what love is.” Yes. Exactly.
How I Survived My Summer Vacation, by Tamika Flynn, Age 12 3/4 (5516 words) by thingswithwings
The first book on Tamika Flynn's Summer Reading Program Sticker Chart is Lord of the Flies. Tamika is wonderful! So is this story. (nb. Is directly related to episode 28, Summer Reading Program).
run, run, fast as you-- (16525 words) by branwyn
First, Carlos tried to imagine Cecil holding a gun. It was actually very easy. That is to say, it was easy to imagine Cecil looking down at his slender, dusky hand, finding a gun in it, then dropping it like it was coated in hydrochloric acid while screeching like a frightened child. I never ever ever rec WIPs! But branywn is great, and this is awesome and very nearly finished in any case. Has a long thoughtful backstory for Carlos and a wonderfully textured Night Vale.
edited to add: nearly forgot this one! a love song for schrödinger (2220 words) by patho
“Sorry to bother you,” the angel says. Its voice is deep and musical, and makes the hair on Carlos’ arms stand on end. “Are you Cecil’s scientist?” I love this, wholly, utterly. It is frightening.
And, finally, some I've recced before:
The Observer Effect (6110 words) by thingswithwings
Cecil holds his hand all through dinner, his fingers stroking slow and soft along Carlos's palm, his knuckles, below the base of his thumb. This is the story about Night Vale municipal sex permits. It's… I just. Um. Yes.
inspired by your laugh to wait for things (4066 words) and and every map is blank (7128 words) by gyzym
It's the literal end of the world; Carlos is staring at something so cataclysmic that he can no longer fit the entire image in his brain, is, when he tries to summarize for himself what he's seeing, drawing horrified blanks punctuated with the muted sensation of exclamation marks. But what he's thinking -- crazily -- is that Cecil's voice is too intimate for radio. (Perfect, perfect, perfect!)
I love this show so much, you guys. I think it's the unholy combination of a fandom that has an incredible sense of place (and of land use and planning!) mixed with Cecil and Carlos and their adorable queer romance mixed up with everything I wrote before about how you can do Night Vale fandom entirely through the medium of brown people if you want to. But in the end it's just, I just... I cannot. I love it with a kind of bone-deep ridiculousness. Goodnight, Night Vale, goodnight.
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there's probably a word for it in unmodified sumerian (1007 words) by patho
It’s weirdly flattering, in a way, that Cecil can wax rhapsodic about his very cells. Carlos can empathize: every single one of his tests has shown that Cecil is just as human as he is, and yet he’s also absolutely not. A lovely little vignette.
Some madness in love. (2181 words) by dee
That’s the thing about time in Night Vale: perfect moments last forever. Literally. Somewhere. This is a lovely, sweet little story about one of the many peculiarly Night Vale dates Cecil and Carlos go on…
Mostly void, partially stars (4981 words) by dee
There are a lot of things Cecil knows, and absolutely none of them make sense. …and this is the story, by the same author, where Carlos is the scientist and Cecil is the experiment - and it's also much more sweet than not? I dunno. This fandom, you guys.
Strange or Malevolent (1982 words) by pocky_slash
(Carlos may have had a thing for guys like that in grad school, but he's definitely over it entirely and is in no way attracted to Cecil, not at all, not even a little, that guy is weird and a stalker and kind of dangerous, no matter how cute he is. Or isn't. Because he's not.) Oh, Cecil. Oh, Carlos.
held aloft by your voice (2306 words) by radialarch
“There’s always something going on,” Cecil says. “Have you checked the Community Calendar? I think there’s a town-wide exorcism on Thursday.” Creepy as all-get-out and I love it. (And, also, it's kind of sweet and lovely!)
Names of collision in the dark (22178 words) by queerly_it_is
“Wow,” Cecil says, and Carlos grins wider, because he’d maybe been expecting another ‘Neat!’ even though Cecil’s imposed a moratorium on that word possibly for the rest of time. In which as Cecil is neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, he must be a switch… and it is terribly, heartbreakingly romantic. There are first dates and second dates and fifth dates and non-numbered dates that may or may not have fallen on cancelled Wednesdays, and lots of thoughtful langorous sex (glad I didn't read this one at work!) and in the end, it's a love story. With zombies.
radio is a living art (try to get the words right) (2081 words) by byzantienne
“Whisper a dangerous secret to someone you care about. Now they have the power to destroy you, but they won’t. This is what love is.” Yes. Exactly.
How I Survived My Summer Vacation, by Tamika Flynn, Age 12 3/4 (5516 words) by thingswithwings
The first book on Tamika Flynn's Summer Reading Program Sticker Chart is Lord of the Flies. Tamika is wonderful! So is this story. (nb. Is directly related to episode 28, Summer Reading Program).
run, run, fast as you-- (16525 words) by branwyn
First, Carlos tried to imagine Cecil holding a gun. It was actually very easy. That is to say, it was easy to imagine Cecil looking down at his slender, dusky hand, finding a gun in it, then dropping it like it was coated in hydrochloric acid while screeching like a frightened child. I never ever ever rec WIPs! But branywn is great, and this is awesome and very nearly finished in any case. Has a long thoughtful backstory for Carlos and a wonderfully textured Night Vale.
edited to add: nearly forgot this one! a love song for schrödinger (2220 words) by patho
“Sorry to bother you,” the angel says. Its voice is deep and musical, and makes the hair on Carlos’ arms stand on end. “Are you Cecil’s scientist?” I love this, wholly, utterly. It is frightening.
And, finally, some I've recced before:
The Observer Effect (6110 words) by thingswithwings
Cecil holds his hand all through dinner, his fingers stroking slow and soft along Carlos's palm, his knuckles, below the base of his thumb. This is the story about Night Vale municipal sex permits. It's… I just. Um. Yes.
inspired by your laugh to wait for things (4066 words) and and every map is blank (7128 words) by gyzym
It's the literal end of the world; Carlos is staring at something so cataclysmic that he can no longer fit the entire image in his brain, is, when he tries to summarize for himself what he's seeing, drawing horrified blanks punctuated with the muted sensation of exclamation marks. But what he's thinking -- crazily -- is that Cecil's voice is too intimate for radio. (Perfect, perfect, perfect!)
I love this show so much, you guys. I think it's the unholy combination of a fandom that has an incredible sense of place (and of land use and planning!) mixed with Cecil and Carlos and their adorable queer romance mixed up with everything I wrote before about how you can do Night Vale fandom entirely through the medium of brown people if you want to. But in the end it's just, I just... I cannot. I love it with a kind of bone-deep ridiculousness. Goodnight, Night Vale, goodnight.
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comment(s). Comment there or here.