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?

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Send me a word and a character/series/pairing and I will write a drabble:

squirreltastic:

Cheiloproclitic - Being attracted to someones lips.
Quidnunc - One who always has to know what is going on.
Ultracrepidarian - Of one who speaks or offers opinions on matters beyond their knowledge.
Apodyopis - The act of mentally undressing someone.
Gymnophoria - The sensation that someone is mentally undressing you.
Tarantism - The urge to overcome melancholy by dancing.
Autolatry - The worship of one’s self.
Cagamosis - An unhappy marriage.
Gargalesthesia - The sensation caused by tickling.
Capernoited - Slightly intoxicated or tipsy.
Lalochezia - The use of abusive language to relieve stress or ease pain.
Cataglottism - Kissing with tongue.
Basorexia - An overwhelming desire to kiss.
Brontide - The low rumbling of distant thunder.
Grapholagnia - The urge to stare at obscene pictures.
Agelast - A person who never laughs.
Wanweird - An unhappy fate.
Dystopia - Am imaginary place of total misery. A metaphor for hell.
Petrichor - The smell of dry rain on the ground.
Anagapesis - The feeling when one no longer loves someone they once did.
Malapert - Clever in manners of speech.
Duende - Unusual power to attract or charm.
Concilliabule - A secret meeting of people who are hatching a plot.
Strikhedonia - The pleasure of being able to say “to hell with it”.
Lygerastia - The condition of one who is only amorous when the lights are out.

Ayurnamat - The philosophy that there is no point in worrying about events that cannot be changed.
Sphallolalia - Flirtatious talk that leads no where.
Baisemain - A kiss on the hand.
Druxy - Something which looks good on the outside, but is actually rotten inside.
Mamihlapinatapei - The look between two people in which each loves the other but is too afraid to make the first move.

a poem about love

feelings?
no no 
no no no no
nononononononono
why am i smiling right now
wow that’s really dumb of me
no

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i want a big dog and a bigger house in san francisco and enough money to shop in that haberdashery near little italy but mainly i want a change in the weather because i hate eating when it is so hot outside but also i mainly want to stop wanting because holy shit my life is wonderful and i am leaving for tahoe in two days to spend time in the water with friends and i don’t need to worry about the bay or dollars or ab muscles because i am so so so happy right this minute.

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