mystery station

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Fall Out Boy

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Panic! At the Disco


Never Shout Never

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Black Veil Brides

Pierce The Veil

A Day To Remember 

Three Day Grace


The Score

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Bring Me To The Horizon

Asking Alexandria

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Bullet For My Valentine

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Matchbook Romance

Avenged Sevenfold


Third Eye Blind

Boys Like Girls

The All-American Rejects


Red Hot Chili Peppers

Capital Cites 

Falling In Reverse 

The Wanted


30 Seconds To Mars

Bag Raiders

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Escape The Fate


Finger Eleven

Ghost Town


Hot Chelle Rae

Jimmy Eat World



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Papa Roach

Plain White T’s

Reel Big Fish

Rise Against 


System Of A Down 

The Downtown Fiction

The Killers


My Chemical Romance 


A friendly desert community where the sun is hot, the moon is beautiful, and mysterious lights pass overhead while we all pretend to sleep. Welcome to Night Vale.

WTNV is one of the the things that inspire me most. I am so in love with the concept of the unknown and the unquestioned weirdness of this place.
Whenever I listen to the podcast I get the irresistable urge to express my love for this small dessert town so these 8 (postcard sized) paintings were created and I couldn’t stop myself from sharing them and spreading my love for the lovely people behind my favorite podcast of all times.

Update: I gave them to Cecil after the ghost stories live show in cologne

Worldwide, mysterious radio stations are broadcasting unexplainable signals. One of the most curious is UVB-79, which has been traced back to Russia. This station was first discovered in 1982 and consists of a constant buzzing sound. Every so often this buzzing sound is interrupted by a voice that appears to be giving cryptic messages in Russian. On top of this, listeners have frequently heard distant conversation and background noise, indicating that the buzzing is not generated internally but are transmitted from a device that is placed behind a microphone. In 2010, the following background conversation was heard from the station: “Officer on duty of communication node Debut senior ensign Uspenskaya, got the control call from Nadezhda OK.” The government and the broadcasting officials have refused to reveal the purpose of this peculiar station which has led to many conspiracy theories and obscure speculations. One of these theories is that the station is used by intelligence agencies to pass messages to one another. This station is one of many known as Number Stations. It was these stations that inspired the radio broadcast of the numbers in the well known TV show, Lost.

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Desert Madness Part 1

@madasakuweek Rated E for everyone 10 and up…for now

The desert was a part of her and coming back to it was like being born again, suddenly her bones could sign with the frequencies of a earth soaked in mystery. Sakura pushed back the brim of her cap and grinned at the deep blue sky. Summer was nearly over and the monsoon season was out in full force. Every other night was a lightning storm full of dry thunder and bolts of crackling electricity.

She missed her desert.

Nothing seemed to have changed since coming back from university. The people were all where she left them and the builds only grew dust with the passing seasons. The few exceptions to this norm bit at her heart painfully when she realized on of her closest friends was gone. Naruto had gone off the same summer as her, but he was still tied up with classes, not having rushed through courses like her. Sakura was too eager to return to the land of her ancestors. Bloodstone was her home.

The room in her grandmother’s house was exactly as she left it. The posters of UFO sightings and newspaper clippings still stuck to her walls, and even the Christmas lights turned on when she plugged them in.

For a second she saw the ghosts of her childhood crowded on her bed as Sasuke brought his transmitter up for them to hear. Thicker than thieves they trio had been inseparable in their youth, chasing down ghost lights in the desert, mysterious radio station signals, tracking the clues left by old Dutch miners, and recording low res video of what they could just off the highway.

Old warnings like, ‘never drive down the interstate with an empty passenger seat’ were ignored and dared as the group stole an Uchiha chevy and drained it going up and down the old interstate after midnight. Nothing ever came from it, but the memories were a nectar to suck on when life drained her.

And she was drained.

Sakura dropped her bags at the foot of the bed and slowly lowered herself onto the twin sized mattress. The blanket from her great grandmother was just as soft as she remembered it being, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes.

She set the radio to her favorite static station and set to work cleaning up her old room and putting away what she had packed with her. It was a fuzzy mess and she loved it like that, but her heart still ached for the voice that would punch through in her youth and whisper things like a secret that didn’t make sense.

Every time the man from the dust came on it was a big enough deal to make her drop everything and anything to commit his words to memory. He had still speaking when she entered high school and she doubted he had spoke anytime since, otherwise Sasuke would have texted her from the military compound where he could still get a signal.

The man from the dust would talk about places lost to the ages, the ancient fossils of water monsters frozen in red stone, the government bunkers buried in the desert, the abandoned railroad that drove like a ghost through the desert on hot midnights in summer, and Oasis.

‘Oasis is the key to it all, or maybe just the reason. Oasis is what made the world look at bloodstone and it’s also what made her hidden.’

None of them knew what Oasis was but they had theories as kids growing up. It had been their treasure to hunt and dream over. Naruto thought it was a gold village from the ancients like El Dorado, Sasuke thought it was a secret UFO crash site, and Sakura believed it all. She needed to. Bloodstone was a part of her and Oasis was somewhere in the valley, waiting for her.

“It’s finally starting to cool down. Cool enough for-kch,” a voice cut through the white noise, making Sakura go still and white. She turned stiffly to stare at her little red radio. “Im going to the petroglyphs for answers. The trail is paved with good intentions, just like hell. Maybe Oasis is hell. It’s been hell finding it so long. But I’m at the end.”

The white noise returned and there was nothing else but static.

His voice. Low and tickling in her ears and belly, like it was a thing that filled the listener up. There was no way she would mistake that voice. It had been younger once before, when she was just a child, but it had always been the same man, aging with his pursuit of the truth.

The day she came back to bloodstone he came back to the radio. It was a sign.

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