Yo I'm Nightshade and this is my multifandom lair; mostly Welcome to Night Vale and Homestuck. I like to draw, write, and rp, so feel free to message me with requests or prompts anytime.

Oh and I try to keep away from nsfw (except violence/gore in case that bothers you)

 

fawnbaby:

Tell me I’m cute or something so I can like roll my eyes at you but then blush when I think about it later

(Source: 949520)

ask-the-nightvale-soldier asked
"Oh my Void, what have they done to you? That's you, Cecil, isn't it? Cecil, wake up!" Ariana shakes the boy that looked to be about her age. How could this be Cecil? she hadn't seen him in a while, but she could remember him being at least twice her age. Could Strex do this to a person? It looked exactly like Cecil, with a few extra bruises and cuts and scrapes, it had to be him!

ask-the-nightvale-soldier:

intern-gershwin-palmer:

intern-gershwin-palmer:

My muse has been kidnapped for experimental ‘research.’ After months of searching, yours has finally found mine. How does your muse react to the condition mine is in?

Cecil’s body remained limp but his eyes cracked open as she shook him and his lips parted to draw a quick pained breath. Why were they back already? It was too soon. They’d said they’d… they’d only-… what had they said? He couldn’t remember. 

"Night Vale." He muttered, nodding slowly, then noticed he was doing so and stopped. His senses seemed to be returning and he even managed a tentative smile. "I’m Cecil." He said, as though just remembering that’s what you were supposed to do… when you met someone, right? A slight frown flickered over his face. Hadn’t she already used his name? "You, know how to get out?"

"Well, I found a way to get in, didn’t I? I can get you out the same way, I expect. As long as we don’t get caught. Oh, and I’m Ariana. Nice to meet you, Cecil," she said, pretending this was her first time ever meeting him.

He nodded again. Yes, of course. That made sense, probably. It certainly sounded like the kind of thing that ought to make sense. “Okay.” He sat up a little, trying to ignore the way that movement made his head spin. “Okay.” He repeated. “What do we do?” 

nightvalelibrary asked

nightvalelibrary:

intern-gershwin-palmer:

intern-gershwin-palmer:

My character has died and is now a Reaper. They must escort a certain number of souls over to the other side before they may rest in peace themselves. Send me a ✩ and my character will react to yours being the last soul they have to take.

He wasn’t surprised that his final victim was in the library. People died there remarkably often. In fact he’d already escorted two souls from the building’s vicinity since… commencing this role. One more. Just this one more. Even through the detached calmness he’d adopted since the first few jobs, he hoped it wasn’t a child.

He could tell something was off as soon as he entered the building. Usually he could feel and pinpoint his victim’s position once close enough but this time the feeling seemed to coming from all around him, almost as if it was emitted from the walls themselves. Oh no. He froze as the front desk came into view. No, not her. 

The only thing that stopped him from standing glued to the spot in denial was the realization that she would be able to see him by now, though he would still be invisible to other living people. Setting his jaw, he shifted his form to appear as he had looked when he was alive. Maybe she wouldn’t question him that way. Just one more. Just one more.

He swallowed and looked at the Library, ignoring Katt’s question.

"Just… following orders." He said carefully. His voice rattled strangely. He hated it. Clenching his teeth he tried again, sounding more like his living self this time, "Sorry."

/So Hades has taken to reaping innocents now? That is low./

The Library loomed over him. However, she knew perfectly well that she wouldn’t be able to harm him, seeing that he was already dead and beyond her reach.

"Cecil…are you really Cecil?" Katt asked, voice shaking. "Please, tell me what’s going on…"

Cecil highly doubted anyone connected to the Library could really be innocent, but he didn’t say that out loud. Continuing to ignore Katt he watched the Library carefully, wondering how far she would go to stop him, and clenched his fist tighter to keep his grip on the soul connection without drawing it further out.

"Low is… kind of his thing.

ask-the-nightvale-soldier asked
"Oh my Void, what have they done to you? That's you, Cecil, isn't it? Cecil, wake up!" Ariana shakes the boy that looked to be about her age. How could this be Cecil? she hadn't seen him in a while, but she could remember him being at least twice her age. Could Strex do this to a person? It looked exactly like Cecil, with a few extra bruises and cuts and scrapes, it had to be him!

ask-the-nightvale-soldier:

intern-gershwin-palmer:

intern-gershwin-palmer:

My muse has been kidnapped for experimental ‘research.’ After months of searching, yours has finally found mine. How does your muse react to the condition mine is in?

Cecil’s body remained limp but his eyes cracked open as she shook him and his lips parted to draw a quick pained breath. Why were they back already? It was too soon. They’d said they’d… they’d only-… what had they said? He couldn’t remember. 

His fingers curled into a fist at her touch but he didn’t try to move away again. She was… actually trying to help? Her words finally penetrated and he slowly cracked his eyes open again.

Ariana sighed of relief. He was listening to her, finally. I guess she could call this progress. “You want to get back home, right? You don’t know me, but I’m from Night Vale, and I can take you there, if you come with me.”

"Night Vale." He muttered, nodding slowly, then noticed he was doing so and stopped. His senses seemed to be returning and he even managed a tentative smile. "I’m Cecil." He said, as though just remembering that’s what you were supposed to do… when you met someone, right? A slight frown flickered over his face. Hadn’t she already used his name? "You, know how to get out?"

person: OMG YOU DIDN'T STUDY FOR THE TEST???!?!?!

me: nope

person: BUT HOW ARE YOU GONNA PASS???

me: i'm not

inkstainsonmyjacket:

xxduhastxx:

meowbeastt:

gymleaderkarkat:


What are you so afraid of!?

I’m REALLY sorry but it looks like they’re about to rap battle

That’s exactly what I thought, too

Epic Rap Battles of DISNEYYYYYYYYYYYY

QUEEN ELSA
VERSUS
PRINCESS MERIDA
BEGIN!
Elsa:Hey nice hairMs. Curly ass froYou’re out of controlMine is slick like the snowYour right it’s petty to justfocus on your lookShould we focus on talent'cause we know you can't cookGo ahead and threaten me with yourlittle wooden weaponBut not even a bear cankeep me from steppin’
Up on your turf ‘cause I’m straight rippin’ from NarniaAnd if you walk out the door nowI promise no harm to ye’.
Merida:That’s richcoming from a from a Frozen ass bitch
I don’t even need my bowto deal with this sitch’
I didn’t realise you started rapping'cause I thought we kept it classyWith the noises coming out your mouthI thought it was your sister being gassy!
You’ll destroy yourselfby keepin’ everything insideYour powers can’t be controlled ‘causeyour sick in the mind!
Both parents are dead!Now you’re ill in the head -If I didn’t know better I’d say you hated red -Hair! Cause you changed your sisDidn’t notice till now but your fate is thisTo be upstaged by we the new dominate raceI guess people like us better b/c gingers are running this place.
Elsa:Don’t pop your topyou unreasonable scotIf you weren’t so selfish then you’d’ve not
turned your mom to a bearhow the hell is that fair?At least when I try and change peopleI only change their hair!
If you say you can go change your fateBut I know the only reason you say you canIs cause you suck at choosing a date!
Merida:Don’t bring up dates to me, ai’ght'Cause your sister knocked down two me in two nights!
And yet there you are up in your castle aloneHope you don’t get frostbite sweetie just from sitting on your throne!
Once you look inside yourself you’ll realise your a shamNot an actual royal specimen like I am.
And now you  understand I’ve just kicked your ass, sotake my solemn advice dear.And let it go.
WHO WONWHO’S NEXT?
YOU DECIDE!!!

inkstainsonmyjacket:

xxduhastxx:

meowbeastt:

gymleaderkarkat:

What are you so afraid of!?

I’m REALLY sorry but it looks like they’re about to rap battle

That’s exactly what I thought, too

Epic Rap Battles of DISNEYYYYYYYYYYYY

QUEEN ELSA

VERSUS

PRINCESS MERIDA

BEGIN!

Elsa:
Hey nice hair
Ms. Curly ass fro
You’re out of control
Mine is slick like the snow

Your right it’s petty to just
focus on your look
Should we focus on talent
'cause we know you can't cook

Go ahead and threaten me with your
little wooden weapon
But not even a bear cankeep me from steppin’

Up on your turf ‘cause I’m
straight rippin’ from Narnia
And if you walk out the door now
I promise no harm to ye’.

Merida:
That’s rich
coming from a from a Frozen ass bitch

I don’t even need my bow
to deal with this sitch’

I didn’t realise you started rapping
'cause I thought we kept it classy
With the noises coming out your mouth
I thought it was your sister being gassy!

You’ll destroy yourself
by keepin’ everything inside
Your powers can’t be controlled ‘cause
your sick in the mind!

Both parents are dead!
Now you’re ill in the head -
If I didn’t know better I’d say you hated red -
Hair! Cause you changed your sis
Didn’t notice till now but your fate is this

To be upstaged by we the new dominate race
I guess people like us better b/c gingers are running this place.

Elsa:
Don’t pop your top
you unreasonable scot
If you weren’t so selfish then you’d’ve not

turned your mom to a bear
how the hell is that fair?
At least when I try and change people
I only change their hair!

If you say you can go change your fate
But I know the only reason you say you can
Is cause you suck at choosing a date!

Merida:
Don’t bring up dates to me, ai’ght
'Cause your sister knocked down two me in two nights!

And yet there you are up in your castle aloneHope you don’t get frostbite sweetie just from sitting on your throne!

Once you look inside yourself you’ll realise your a sham
Not an actual royal specimen like I am.

And now you  understand I’ve just kicked your ass, so
take my solemn advice dear.
And let it go.

WHO WON
WHO’S NEXT?

YOU DECIDE!!!

(Source: four-big-idiots)

nightvalelibrary asked

nightvalelibrary:

intern-gershwin-palmer:

intern-gershwin-palmer:

My character has died and is now a Reaper. They must escort a certain number of souls over to the other side before they may rest in peace themselves. Send me a ✩ and my character will react to yours being the last soul they have to take.

He wasn’t surprised that his final victim was in the library. People died there remarkably often. In fact he’d already escorted two souls from the building’s vicinity since… commencing this role. One more. Just this one more. Even through the detached calmness he’d adopted since the first few jobs, he hoped it wasn’t a child.

He could tell something was off as soon as he entered the building. Usually he could feel and pinpoint his victim’s position once close enough but this time the feeling seemed to coming from all around him, almost as if it was emitted from the walls themselves. Oh no. He froze as the front desk came into view. No, not her. 

The only thing that stopped him from standing glued to the spot in denial was the realization that she would be able to see him by now, though he would still be invisible to other living people. Setting his jaw, he shifted his form to appear as he had looked when he was alive. Maybe she wouldn’t question him that way. Just one more. Just one more.

He hesitated and felt his grip on the soul connection waver slightly, partly because he almost wanted to be stopped, but mostly because he had seen how dangerous the Library could be and doubted that being dead already made him much safer from that.

/What do you think you are doing, hmm? Does she look dead to you!?/ The Library asked in a deadly tone.

"Dead!? Reaper!? Cecil, what’s going on!?"

He swallowed and looked at the Library, ignoring Katt’s question.
"Just… following orders." He said carefully. His voice rattled strangely. He hated it. Clenching his teeth he tried again, sounding more like his living self this time, "Sorry."