#bi impuls

[gwartcando]

which ship will saile?

Chapter Two:"and they live happily ever after"

Impuls sat at his desk, fingers flying across the keyboard. He was deep in his work when, out of nowhere, Tango’s fist slammed onto the desk.

Impuls yanked off his headphones, blinking up at him in confusion. "What’s up?"

"We need to talk."

"Yeah, you’re right," Impuls admitted with a sigh. "I definitely took on a project way too big with way too little time—classic me. Do you think Xsoma will be mad if I don’t finish coding his game?"

Tango crossed his arms. "This isn’t about Xsoma. We need to talk about yesterday."

Impuls frowned. "What about yesterday?"

"Why did you decide to come out to us? The Z.I.T.S. crew?" Tango asked, his tone sharp—more investigative than curious.

Impuls shrugged. "Because you guys are my best friends? Obviously, I told my parents. Told my siblings. Now it was your turn!"

Tango raised a brow. "And it had nothing to do with certain feelings toward a particular angel named Skizz who happens to be in this friend group?"

Impuls flushed. "No."

"You sure? ‘Cause when I first saw you two together back when we all met, I thought, ‘Wow, the introverted demon, who only seems truly happy when he’s talking about coding, is somehow completely at ease around the loudest, most social guy in the room! good platonic friendship still exists'. But after your reaction yesterday, when Skizz said he had feelings for you… well, suddenly I’m not so sure it’s just platonic."

Impuls had two options.

One—tell Tango to mind his own damn business. Probably what most people would say.

Or two—just admit it.

"Yeah, you know what? Yes, I’m in love with Skizz."

Tango blinked, visibly thrown off. "Okay… are you gonna tell him?"

Impuls scoffed. "What? Absolutely not! Do I look like the kind of person who just tells someone that kind of thing?I’m going to follow him like some lost puppy for at least five months. Every day, my feelings will grow and grow—until one day, he shows up here in a Po-Po uniform because Etho got in trouble for something stupid, like not paying a fine. And I’ll look at him and think, ‘Oh my god, he’s so hot in that uniform.’ Then I’ll follow him to Etho’s lab in the basement—you know that guy hasn’t seen sunlight in years—and we’ll accidentally get locked in an air chamber, which of course is controlled by one of Etho’s ridiculous invention clocks. And then, when we’re stuck in that tiny space together, I won’t be able to hold back anymore and I’ll just—kiss him."

Impuls finished his dramatic monologue, gesturing like he was narrating some romance novel.

Tango just stared, hands on his hips, looking thoroughly unimpressed. "Impuls. What the hell?"

Impuls chuckled. "Obviously, that’s not how it’s going to happen. I don’t live in a romantic fantasy, Tango. But do you honestly think I can just walk up to him and say, ‘Hey, the guy I’ve been friends with since high school, the guy whose sister I dated because she was the closest thing to dating him—I’ve been in love with you since the day I walked into that drum lesson you were teaching. Wanna be my boyfriend?’ It doesn’t work like that, Tango."

Tango sighed. "Okay, okay. Do what you think is best... You want coffee?"

[gwartcando]

boys bye,girls hi.

ep3: happy pride month!

Hey Dad Impulse,

I know you're super busy with your new city, by the way, I visited there, it looks amazing! Dad, I want to tell you something that's been on my mind for a long time, but I haven't been able to say it out loud. Dad Skizz already knows and is keeping it a secret, I am sorry I haven't been able to say it to you. G suggested writing it in a letter, so here we go... I'm bi. Yes, I love both girls and boys. I know you'll definitely accept me, since you're bi yourself and married to a man, but still, saying it out loud scared me, not because of you, but because of me. You know I've always been closer to Dad Skizz, and G has been closer to you. I hope you're not mad that I didn't tell you face to face. By the way, I'm bi, G is gay, you're bi, and Dad Skizz is gay – who in this family is straight? LOL, Anyway, have a great day, Dad!

Gem

[gwartcando]

Which ship will sail?

Chapter Six-the date!

aka-did i sey that i whtch podcast 100 to much already?

triger worning! Alcohol

Impuls strode toward the permit office, heart pounding.  

Skizz was already there, dressed in one of his usual suits—black trousers, a crisp white shirt, a sleek black blazer, and a deep red tie. Nothing out of the ordinary. Just his standard outfit for outings that weren’t casual Z.I.T.S. hangouts or gaming nights.  

"Hey, Skizz."  

"Hey, Impuls."  

Impuls took a steadying breath. "Let’s go sit at the picnic spot I set up."  

"Okay," Skizz replied easily.  

Impuls led him toward the trees that lined the permit office. Nestled near a tranquil lake on soft grass, the picnic blanket lay spread out in bright yellow, black, and purple—his favorite colors.  

"I grabbed us some food from Beef’s restaurant. Here—tuna stew, your favorite, and for me, a turkey sandwich, because that’s my go-to."  

He handed Skizz the food.  

"Wow, this is really thoughtful," Skizz said warmly.  

"Let’s eat first, then talk," he suggested.  

"Yeah, sounds good," Impuls agreed, though the nerves still clawed at him.  

They ate, chatting casually, like any normal exchange between friends. The only difference? Impuls was about five seconds away from combusting from nerves.  

Once the food was gone, Impuls pulled two beer cans from his bag.  

"You know—kind of a celebration. Coming out and all."  

He handed one to Skizz.  

"To new paths in life."  

They clinked cans and took a sip.  

Impuls took a deep breath.  

Here we go

"Skizz… I wanted to tell you something. I wanted to share how I knew—how I realized I was bi.I figured it out because I understood something—I’ve been in love with you. Since the moment I first saw you, the day I walked into your drum class. You remember when I dated your sister? No one understood why—since we had nothing in common. It was because… she was the closest thing I could get to dating you."  

Skizz stared at him.  

Seconds ticked by.  

Then—  

"You’re serious?"  

Impuls nodded.  

Skizz exhaled, shaking his head in disbelief. "From the moment you walked into my class, I was in love with you.  

"And when you started dating those girls, I told myself, ‘Skizz, you don’t have a chance. Even your sister. He went for her. He’s obviously straight.’  

"I spent days nagging her—being awful about it. I couldn’t stop being jealous of her."  

His voice grew quieter.  

"You’re telling me… this whole time, you loved me too?"  

Impuls swallowed. "I guess…"  

Skizz laughed under his breath, running a hand through his hair. "Impuls. Wow.  

"Would you—want to be my boyfriend?"  

Impuls blinked.  

"Yes. Yes, obviously!"  

Skizz grinned, raising his beer can triumphantly. "Yes!!!"  

And downed it in a single gulp.  

Impuls paled. "That’s 9.2% alcohol. Do not chug that in one go!"  

"Too late!" Skizz snickered. "Oh man, you are so stuck with my nonsense now!"  

Impuls laughed. "I love your nonsense."  

Skizz leaned closer, smirking. "Well, if you really wanna be my boyfriend, you gotta down yours too."  

Impuls narrowed his eyes. "Fine. If that’s what it takes to be with you—let’s go."  

He tipped the can back, coughing immediately after. "Wow. That’s… strong."  

Skizz chuckled. "It’s definitely kicking in. Forgot I have zero alcohol tolerance."  

Impuls smirked. "So, drunk Skizz says…"  

"I’m not drunk!" Skizz huffed. "But—I should probably rest. I don’t wanna be fully wasted the day we start dating. Not exactly the memory I wanna hold onto."  

Impuls nodded. "Of course. So… what now? Hug? Kiss?"  

"Let’s stick to a hug for now," Skizz decided.  

Impuls fought the tiny pang of disappointment.  

"Hey," Skizz added gently. "I want our first kiss to be something meaningful. Not something I did right after drinking beer."  

Impuls considered it, then smiled. "Okay. That’s fair."  

"So… boyfriend?" Skizz teased, pulling him into a tight hug.  

Impuls squeezed back. "Yeah. Boyfriend."  

[gwartcando]

Which ship will sail?

Chapter Eleven: first kiss

triger worning! claustrophobia

Skizz always believed that the first kiss in any relationship should be something special. A magical moment—shared after a romantic picnic, a meaningful trip, or a long evening together.

Two people, dressed nicely, gazing at a sunset—leaning in for the perfect kiss.

And most of the time?

It was close to that.

Except this time…

This time was nothing like that.

It was just another normal day.

Skizz was busy building another addition to his pyramid when Impuls stopped by he had a now TV and he want to watch somting with skizz. They talked. They walked. Everything was ordinary.

they arrived to Impuls’s house and Impuls proudly showed off his lava lamp.

And then… somehow… something spilled.

Maybe juice? Maybe something else?

They didn’t think much of it—just walked toward the storage closet to grab the mop.

Impuls stepped inside, reaching for the mop stuck all the way in the back. Skizz followed in to help.

And boom.

The old door slammed shut behind them.

Skizz struggled with it for a solid ten minutes before finally accepting defeat.

Now, here they were—

Clothes dusty. Hands sore from trying to force the door open. Impuls calling Korales, because Korales was the guy for this.

Korales always showed up to fix things—unblocking drains, opening locked doors, solving stupid mistakes.

And then, in the tiny space of the closet—

Their faces brushed against each other.

Impuls’s cheeks burned.

Skizz’s cheeks burned.

The closet seemed to heat up even more.

And by the time Korales pried open the door—he found them in the middle of it.

Lips locked.

Kissing.

Korales whistled. "Wow. Impuls, I know you just came out of the closet—but did you really have to make such a big event out of kissing your new boyfriend?"

Impuls yanked himself back, face flaming. "Korales, shut up."

Skizz just doubled over laughing.

Korales grinned. "Alright, alright—I won’t interrupt the happy couple any longer! Bye, lovebirds!"

And, just to be extra annoying, he flew off through the window—

Which Impuls just now realized was open the entire time.

Impuls groaned. "I hate him."

Skizz smirked. "I love you."

Impuls hesitated. "I—"

Skizz grinned. "Hey, you don’t have to say it yet. Just… when you’re ready, Dipple Dopp."

Impuls narrowed his eyes. "Are you really still going to call me that, even now that we’re dating?"

"You’ll always be Dipple Dopp to me."

Impuls sighed. "Not quite how I expected our first kiss, but… well. It happened."

Skizz grinned. "So… that new TV you got. Still wanna watch something?"

Impuls chuckled. "Actually—" He grabbed the mop. "Let’s clean this mess up first."

[gwartcando]

boys bye,girls hi.

ep4: A Dinner Conversation

Impulse: "Gem, I read your letter. I want you to know that I'm incredibly proud of you for coming out to me, no matter how you chose to do it. There is no right or wrong way to come out."

Gem: "Thanks, Dad. I felt bad about not telling you face-to-face like I did with Dad Skizz. "

Impulse: "I understand, and it's okay. Everyone's journey is different. When I came out as bisexual, it wasn't easy either. I faced a lot of misunderstanding and sometimes even rejection. But I had to be true to myself, just like you are now."

Gem: "It's comforting to hear that. I knew you'd accept me, but it was still scary."

Impulse: "Our LGBTQIA+ community has come a long way, but there are still challenges. I've had my share of struggles as a bisexual man. There were times when people didn't take my bisexuality seriously or thought it was just a phase. But I stayed true to who I am, and I found my happiness with your dad and you kids."

Gem: "You're so brave, Dad. I'm lucky to have you as an example."

Impulse: "So, how do you feel about bringing a boyfriend or girlfriend home now?"

Gem: "Honestly, right now, being bi for me stands for 'bi-myself.' I'm not ready for that yet."

Impulse (laughing): "That's a good one, Gem. Take your time. There's no rush."

Gem: "Thanks, Dad. I love you."

Impulse: "I love you too, Gem."

They laugh together, and Gem gives Impulse a warm hug.

(ho yes,yes the bi-myself joke!)

[gwartcando]

which ship will saile?

Chapter Tree:"Dress to impress"

Impuls stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his yellow tie so that it formed a perfect "I." He muttered opening lines under his breath.

"Skizzelman—the guardian angel, my old drum teacher, the one who’s been with me through every hurdle in life…" No. That sounded like a proposal.

"Hey Skizz, homy bady!" Too casual.

"Hello, Skizz, want to be my boyfriend?" Way too direct.

"How’s work at Po-Po? Need help?" Suspicious.

"Want to go on a picnic together?" Too juvenile—come on, they were almost forty.

"My dear and loyal friend, I want you to be more than my friend." What was this, a TV drama?

"Skizzelman, the angel from House Serandiel, guardian of Beacon 792, would you consider dating a demon named Impuls SV of the Scottish lineage?" What was he, writing a sixth-grade love letter for Valentine’s Day?

Alright. He had to simplify.

"How are you? I was wondering if we could spend more time together—just the two of us. Talk about my coming out and other important things. Meet me by the permit office."

Yes. That sounded good. Casual, friendly, but intentional.

He repeated the words over and over while smoothing gel through his yellow-streaked hair, shaping it into spikes—“just like fries” as Gem liked to say. It would be fine.

Until, of course, he landed near Skizz’s pyramid and immediately lost every single word in his brain.

Skizz sat at his desk, dressed in his crisp Po-Po uniform. His pristine white wings framed his figure like an ethereal glow. His halo bathed his face in soft, celestial light. His muscles, emphasized by his sleeveless uniform top and shorts, stood out starkly.

Impuls had always known Skizz looked good in uniform.

He just hadn’t realized how good.

Heat rushed to his face. His words vanished. His breath hitched.

"Hey, Impuls! Homy bady! What’s up?" Skizz greeted him with a bright smile.

Impuls stood frozen at the entrance, his tail twitching like he’d seen a ghost.

"Why are you standing there like your tail’s got a mind of its own? And wait—you have wings?"

His wings were normally folded flat against his back. Small, red, and mostly useless for flying, since he relied on an elytra. But right now, they curled inward—like they were trying to shield him from embarrassment. His horns felt heavy. His tongue? Stuck. His demon tail was wildly flicking before it finally coiled around his leg.

"Breathe, Impuls. You’ve done this a million times. Do it again."

"Hey, Skizz," he managed.

"Breathe. Breathe."

"How are you?"

Skizz, oblivious to the war happening inside Impuls’s head, shrugged. "I’m good—just in the middle of work. Something up?"

Impuls forced himself to stick to the plan. "I was wondering if we could spend some time together—just us. I need to talk to you about my coming out and other things. Want to meet after work by the permit office?"

He said it all in one breath—staring hard at the floor to make sure he didn’t mess it up.

"Oh, yeah! Sure!" Skizz replied easily. "I’ll meet you at five, right after work. By the permit office—I’ll just change first and head over."

Impuls wanted to say No, don’t change. Stay in uniform, but he hadn’t confessed yet, so he couldn’t say anything.

"Yeah, take your time, man."

The words tasted bitter in his mouth.

Skizz didn’t look like someone in love, trying to hide it.

Or maybe he was just really good at it.

Impuls didn’t know.

But he did know one thing.

He had a date.

p.s I...dont know how i fill,this ep was writing for a wile bat... it ok if you skip it.

[gwartcando]

boys bye,girls hi.

ep9: you can sey thats a date

Skizz: Gemy bemy! you look amazing! where are you going tonight?

Gem (doing her makeup and hair in front of the mirror, trying desperately to look her best): "I met this girl on a dating site, and we have a date tonight. I need some advice for the date. Can you help?"

Skizz: "Ho! I am so happy for you! First of all I wiil sey, just be yourself. It's important to be as genuine as possible. Make sure you and the other person have aligned desires for the relationship. You know, like whether one of you is looking for something temporary while the other wants something serious, like marriage."

Gem: "That makes sense. What else?"

Skizz: "Also, try to have similar core beliefs. For example, views on religion, policies on dealing with all kinds of people, and make sure your date isn't someone who holds prejudices, like being homophobic or racist. Those are important things to look for."

Gem: "Yeah, that's really good advice. But isn't dating a woman a bit different from dating a man?"

Skizz: "You're right. Dating a woman can be slitly different from dating a man although the main thing are similar. I've only dated men, so my experience is a bit limited there. But that's why I think you should also ask Dad Impulse. he has dated both women and men, so he might have some more specific insights for you."

Gem: "Thanks, Dad. I'll ask him too. But your advice about being myself and checking for compatibility is really helpful."

Skizz: "Anytime, Gem. Just remember, there's no rush. Take your time, and make sure you're comfortable and happy."

Gem: "I will, Dad. Thanks again."

Skizz: "You're going to do great, Gem. Just be yourself and have fun."

Gem: "Thanks, Dad. I'll let you know how it goes."

Skizz: "Can't wait to hear all about it. Good luck!"

They share a warm smile, and Gem feels more confident as she finishes getting ready for her date.

[gwartcando]

which ship will saile?

aka me shiping hc ppl and more(life series,empire) bc i can.

Chapter One:"Closet gosts"

" Do you remember that when we were kids, we were scared of the demons in the closet? Yeah... that was me."

Impuls had rehearsed his coming-out joke in front of the mirror for three weeks straight. Yet, standing before his friends in the Z.I.T.S. crew—Zedaph, Tango, Skizz—his heart was hammering harder than ever.

Zedaph, the hybrid sheep, caught on first. "Oh... because you're literally a demon. And you’re coming out now. That’s awesome, Impy! Do you want to tell us what exactly you are? No pressure—if you don’t want to, or don’t know yet, that’s totally okay! We’ve got your back no matter what."

Tango, the Blaze-born, nodded, pulling Impuls into a tight hug. "Yeah, we love you, dude!"

Impuls glanced toward Skizz—the angel. He was silent. Skizz and silence did not go hand in hand.

"Skizz? You?" Impuls fumbled for the right words.

Tango and Zed exchanged a look of disappointment.

"Skizz, we didn’t know you were..." Tango started hesitantly, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Skizz kept his gaze on the floor, rubbing the back of his neck. "Oh, I’m not! I mean—I’m really happy for you, Dipple Dopp!"

Impuls exhaled. "Yeah, anyway, I’m bi."

Something in Skizz’s expression shifted—almost like relief. "Oh wow, congratulations, Dipple Dopp!"

Tango raised a skeptical eyebrow at Skizz, while Zed smirked knowingly.

"Skizz?" Zed teased. "Didn't you confess to me that one time that you have a massive crush on Impuls?"

Skizz turned an alarming shade of red. "Wha—ugh, I wasn’t gonna get my hopes up! I mean, imagine if he had said, 'Oh, I’m trans' or something like that—how ridiculous would I have looked if I just blurted out 'OMG, you're coming out? I have a crush on you!' and he was actually—well, I don’t know—aromantic or something!"

Tango wheeled around to face Zed. "Are you serious? You knew why he was acting weird and let us think he was—like—homophobic or something?!"

Zedaph erupted into laughter as Tango launched into a heated argument, pulling Skizz into the fray.

Meanwhile, Impuls covered his flushed face with his hands. Perfect. No one was looking at him now. No one noticed the way his cheeks burned, how he bit down on his lip.

Skizz? In love with him?

Impuls had been in love with Skizz for ages. That was how he knew he was bi in the first place.

But... nope. Not now.

For now, he was just going to breathe. Calm down. Join the shouting circle.

Because this? This was going to be a lot to unpack.