Tonight’s cool-down: after a long day bringing news, weather, and warnings of impending doom — thankfully averted by Carlos, perfect Carlos — to the denizens of Night Vale, Cecil likes to wind down with some hellhound snuggles.
Since I was in a “finish up Night Vale ish” sort of mood today – here, have another!
Thank you for humoring my silly notions that Cecil – who’s not really a cat person – is the proud owner of a darling hellhound and – although it’s not explicit here – Carlos is a huge fan of first wave punk and always wears his beloved band shirts under his casual lab coats.
I do so love how this fandom has more than enough room for everyone’s head-cannons. <3
So because Huntokar described there being an infinite number of universes - an infinite number of Night Vales that are now all bleeding together, I believe that means everyone’s headcanons about Cecil are all technically canon.
There’s a reality where Cecil is white, black, Native American, heck, there are realities where he was born purple, polka-dotted even. There are realities where he has (and doesn’t have) tattoos, a third eye, or even tentacles. Cecil is all of these. Cecil is a Lovecraftian, Eldritch horror. Cecil is just a normal human being just working at a radio station. Cecil is…Cecil.
Infinite realities mean infinite possibilities. Everyone’s headcanon of Cecil is actually canon. Life is beautiful.
I don’t draw enough of this creepy nerd I think. Plus I fully support inhuman Cecil in all way shapes and forms, from third eye Cecil, to secret Eldritch horror Cecil, to blob cecil, even to Cecil actually is Jeffrey Kranors cat.
Somehow Ceciloaf and I thought it would be nice to work on making homemade ice cream, but the experiment failed seeing as… well… the vanilla flavoring we got had “ 8% Eldritch Surprise Dimension Portal”.