i think i ache for writing more than i’d like to admit.
stemming from that, any prompts (preferably original-fiction-based) for me?

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your shoulder blade, your spine were shorelines in the moonlight. (2605 words) by thewriter8 [AO3]

And really, all of the interns knew what was going on the moment Cecil said ‘I fell in love instantly’. Even the new ones, the ones who brought coffee to Cecil, or the ones who filed paperwork for Cecil, or the ones who lost fingers in the paper shredder (not for Cecil, on accident, of course, how could you think such a thing), even they knew what was happening between Cecil and Carlos. It didn’t take a rocket scientist or, well, any kind of scientist to figure out, save for Carlos.

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constant as a northern star. (3312 words) by thewriter8 [AO3]

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Welcome to Night Vale
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Carlos/Cecil (Welcome to Night Vale)
Characters: Carlos (Welcome to Night Vale), Cecil (Welcome to Night Vale)
Summary:

See, Cecil has this thing. I mean, of course he has many things, many many things, most of them great things, most of them things Carlos would love to write home to his father and sister and high school bully about if he could obtain stamps or pens or a will to forgive any of those people.
But Cecil has a thing where he cannot fall asleep unless it is after 2:22 AM.

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it is the cold that burns you; carlos/cecil, night vale fic

Carlos saw Earl Harlan for the first—and last—time in the Ralph’s. Just a quick, uninterested glance, nothing significant (not like some of the looks he gets from people who know, people who point and whisper to their maybe-children, maybe-otherworldly ruler, “that’s Carlos, you see, look at his hair” and jesus, it is so hard to shop for groceries when a radio celebrity is twitterpated with you). And of course Carlos didn’t know, nor would Cecil want him to know. Because Harlan didn’t matter anymore, and Cecil’s heart was too big that Carlos believed it was scientifically possible to lose anger and bitterness inside it.

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why am i scared to breathe and why am i so angered by the bruises on your skin and why am i unwilling to let myself heal and why am i unable to yell at you and why are you so kind and
but really, why did i ever leave my bed in ashland?