#ty for the ask azham !!!

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I want to know about c(l)ock duo for the WIP ask game :D

Hihi azham :D

Okay my c(l)ockduo wip is a bdubs and impulse double life fic ive had in my backpocket for . So many months now LOL since July I think . i have this third life series that explores the post-game trauma of the hermit players (that I . Also haven’t updated since July my bad lmao) and I started writing this particular wip as a continuation of that from an impulse pov bc impulse and bdubs life series brainrot <3 always been absolutely fascinated by them and I wanted to touch on their double life dynamic bc holy shit . You forcibly soul bonded two people who have this Giant Elephant in the room together (bdubs’ permakill on impy back on third life) that one is still feeling fucked up over (impy) and the other is trying to ignore and move on from (bdubs) . how do they confront that . How do they NOT confront that . The potential is CRAZY . Also the wip is called c(l)ockduo because the fact that clock is one letter off from cock is humorous to me . also they were self-admittedly (gay) married that season . Don’t come for me

EXTRACT !!

“They plant flowers in the soil beds outside their home. 

The house, Midcentury-modern, as Bdubs insists on categorising it, is practically finished; at least its exterior is. Impulse can’t quite face going inside yet, can't bear to pass through elegant doors to see nothing but emptiness. The same emptiness he feels rising within him whenever he’s left alone to his thoughts for too long; whenever he catches Bdubs’ frowning visage out of the corner of his eye, and feels the yawning gap that still lingers between them. 

It isn’t all vacant, he knows. A thread of longing still beats, alive, to some invisible rhythm he cannot place. It sits there next to his heart, next to the soulmate bond imposed upon them.

There is still love, like invisible ink, revealed through blood and sweat; there is love like a tender wound, both a curse and boon against his fragile body. Impulse can feel it all thrumming there, in his chest, a faint double heartbeat that reminds him that not all is quite lost yet. That emptiness does not define them; that emptiness can be dusted out like sheets, if only they’d address it. 

But for now, they plant flowers instead.”

this is nearer to the beginning of the fic where theyre already paired and have started construction on their house and impulse is trying to figure out how to Talk to bdubs past empty platitudes . and he’s finding it hard and confusing !! they’re both struggling with it a lot in their own ways . but the way the fic goes they Do end up talking about stuff in some capacity and it’s at least mildly healing for them (more than they talked in canon at least . but hey you write the things u wanna see LOL)

hope my ramblings were comprehensible hehe

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