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My Next WIP Is Part 2 Of Not Your Partner, So Blooming Panic Fans Should Be Happy
my next WIP is part 2 of not your partner, so blooming panic fans should be happy
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Idea
Ok so fake dating Au. Gavin/Lasko
Recently cheated on Lasko wants to make his ex jealous, but isn't sure how and thinks it's just a fantasy that will never happen
"No relationship" Gavin who decides to help Lasko with his revenge
During this "relationship" Gavin helps build Laskos confidence and Gavin starts to fall for the babbling nerd, Lasko is oblivious
I don't have a lot of time on my hand to write so if this inspires someone, please share. If you want to add or write this story please tag me. id love to see it
Id love to see some angst too. maybe lasko thinks Gavin is playing a sick prank after Gavin confesses. OR Lasko goes back to his toxic ex even after all the warnings from Gavin and others.
just wrote a Darlin/Huxley fic, it's so cute, all I need to do is edit it. it so fucking soft, and 100% for hopeless romantics
Just started play error 143 and I LOVE IT
The voice aahahhaha
The intro is just, I was flabbergasted
The blooming panic poster in the back of micahs room
Add on: HE CALLED ME BABY BOI
Another add on: HE RICH, I HAD SUSPECTED IT BUT DAMN, HELLO SUGAR DADDY MICAH
Add on 3: OF HE DOESN'T STOP WITHTHIS BBY BOI SHITNIM GONNA LOSE MY MIND
Part 2 will be out tomorrow, and there will be more than 2 parts.
Im writing the second part of "knowing is safe" and it's mostly cutie being paranoid and gosh is it hurting my brain writing it.
WIP Wednesday
I'm trying to be more productive, so I'm going to post one of these every week. Today's is a small section from "Knowing is Safe" Part 3. It's a flashback of cutie's past.
Trigger warning for anxiety, paranoia, emotionally abusive parent, neglectful parent.
Shes not going to
She did last time
And the time before that
And the time before that
And all the other times
She's tired of it
But she threw us out
It's not our fault
Yes it is
We blocked her
We stopped her from reading our mide
Stopped her from protecting us
But I don't want her to continually be in my mind
I want privacy
I want to feel like I can
Think without being heard
Be myself
You can
Not with her in here
she s your mom
But it hurts
What was that?
A twig
Snapping
A person
Where
I can't see
It's too dark
I'm scared
I want mom
“MOM! MOM SOMEONE IS OUT HERE. PLEASE LET ME IN. I'M SORRY I WON'T DO IT AGAIN.”
“THAT'S WHAT YOUR SISTER SAID AND WHERE IS SHE NOW?” Your sister
She's safe
She taught us how to block mom
She did this
No, she helped us
She can help again
You stop knocking on the door and start walking away. Away from home, away from your mom. You walked the streets in the dark, with no phone no flashlight, just the clothes on your back. Summer clothes.
Its cold
I know
I wish we had a jacket
Is this the street?
Yes
You turn down the street, wishing you were wearing warmer, longer clothes. When you picked out this outfit you didn't think you'd end up out this late, in the cold.
People
Bad
Its a group
Brown bags
Liquor
Eyes down
Keep walking
What do I do if they approach
I don't know
No weapon
Just our hands and feet
Keep walking
Keep walking
Speed up
Door
Inside
Sister
Safe
You open the door to the building your sister lives in quickly rushing to her apartments, even though no one was following you. You hoped you remembered correctly the first and only time you were here. Tears from earlier sprung back to life as you frantically knock on the door. Deja Vu from minutes ago, days ago, and weeks ago flood your mind as you recall all the time you were at your house door, begging, crying screaming for your mother to open the door. Today was the worst of it, shed never lock you out for this long, or this late, your knuckles were never this red and your voice was never this hurt.