Pretty much every headcanon Cecil Baldwin I’ve seen has been a tall, skinny white guy. Personally, I first imagined him being more of a mild-mannered Three Dog.
I approve of this Cecil. I approve of all the Cecils.
Oh goodness, for some reason I’m really nervous about posting these. I’m currently obsessed with “Welcome to Night Vale,” and my wifey and I have been planning future cosplays and I thought, “OMG! I wanna be female Cecil!” I saw a really, really pretty female Cecil and got inspired to try.
This is just a make up test with the stuff I have at home. I plan on getting better make up for the eye (thank goodness for Halloween and Halloween stores popping up like daisies). Somehow I did it just by looking in the mirror, I have no idea ^^;;; I also will have on a better outfit (as in, more like a button down shirt/vest/maybe a tie?/something, I just had this on today) and will probably do something better with my hair? Oh, and will have a headset, definitely.
The glasses belong to my wifey, who let me borrow her spare pair for the pictures (thank you wifey!)
And… that’s the end of my nervous rambling. Goodnight, dear listeners.
I’m very into science these days.
Yeah, Cecil. Science.
Someone please explain to me how a grown ass man can be such a dork gods Cecil<33 There was obviously no way for me to avoid it.
STOP WITH MY OTP FEELS!
That barbarous barber Telly was trying to cut perfect Carlos’ perfect hair. Thankfully a good citizen of Night Vale handed me an object with which to stop such a terrible event from happening.
((Carlos- radiotook
Telly- jackiemakescomics))
This is perfect!
So this is Carlos
Imagine, if you will, Carlos’ first week in Night Vale. He doesn’t have much time for entertainment, such as watching T.V. or tuning into the radio show that he’s heard others talking about — including his colleagues. He’s too busy trying to settle in.
But.
As he wanders around town, going to the grocery store, to the bank, and other such places he can’t help but hear the whispers. ”So that must be Carlos.” ”Oh my, he really is perfect.” ”Why did Telly cut his hair?” Carlos is confused, but he shrugs it off. The little town is weird, so these whispers could mean anything. But even his coworkers are talking about him. “Beautiful, perfect Carlos,” giggle snort. So, finally, he asks them what’s going on. They tell him about Cecil’s radio show and how he goes on and on about him.
So Carlos goes home and tunes in, and he’s surprised to hear such a low, enticing voice complimenting him in every sentence. He wonders if he should be a touch bit creeped out since he’s never met this Cecil person, but a much larger part of him feels flattered.
From that day forward, he walks around Night Vale with a smile, telling people that he is, indeed, the beautiful Carlos. Someday, he’ll call into the station and talk with Cecil, or go visit him, but for now he’s content with that smooth, wonderful voice that calls him perfect.
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More Night Vale headcanons because I can’t stop. At all. I mean I tried honest but I just have to write them. Because Carlos, man. Perfect Carlos. And Cecil. And how the heck did it get so many notes so quickly?!
