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[v1neyy]

I somehow missed the last two chapters of "If I Pretend I'm Okay" so I'm getting caught up now! and! Going insane! INSANE I SAY!!!

"They’ve been planning this for a week. Taking Jimmy to see what he loves the most — fish."

I actually just squealed. Fully squealed. Completely and utterly giggled and kicked my feet. This is usually a pretty hard thing to get out of me unconsciously but I didn't even get a chance to fully process the sentence before I became a giddy schoolgirl-

(To clarify I squeal and giggle and kick my feet a lot, lol, but its all consciously done to expel giddy energy. This. This was an immediate reaction without warning lol)

Oh dude. Dude this makes me so happy😭 Knowing that MY writing invokes physical emotions in people??? That’s one thing but being TOLD it does??? Oh my god I’m gonna cry

The fact my writing makes people happy makes me so happy and so motivated. Yes I write for myself but I also write for the people. I love you /p you always have the sweetest messages and I always smile at them even if i don’t always answer <3

[v1neyy]

Flower ramchers…. mmmm flower ramchers……

Summary

Everything hurts, and it all hurts so badly. It’s not a stinging type of pain, or an ache like when you have a bruise. It’s a pain that burns under his skin, that screams at him with hatred. It can’t be quieted with a bandaid, or with an ice pack pressed against it. (Although ice packs do help, a small bit but they help regardless. Heat tends to work better.)

One cold tear falls from his eye. Traitor.

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Or: I projected my chronic pain onto Scott Smajor like god intended!

[v1neyy]

Babe wake up new creaking apocalypse fic just dropped

Summary:

“Do you think we’ll survive this?”

He turns his head to look at Pearl, but she stares straight ahead with a faraway look in her eyes.

“What do you mean?”

“I just…” She trails off, pausing for a few seconds before continuing. “I have a bad feeling about today. I don’t know why, but it’s been eating away at me.”

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Or: It’s Tango’s birthday… during the creaking apocalypse. Things go poorly.

[v1neyy]

You are such an amazing and talented writer. You capture emotion so well, and manage to complete transcend the barrier between "character emotions" and "reader emotions"

I just had to physically force myself to stop reading your new skizzpulse fic about halfway through, because I'm in a public space surrounded by family and I don't particularly want to cry infront of them rn lol

[“It’s okay,” Skizz brings his other hand up, moving so he’s gently cupping Impulse’s face. The first tear slips through the cracks, sliding down his cheek only to be wiped away by careful thumbs. “It’s okay,” He repeats.]

This?? This right here??? Genuinely almost made me break down on the spot. How do you do it. How do you manage to make me feel so much, just from reading about silly little guys?

All jokes aside, you are so talented and never fail to make me Feel™ what the characters are Feeling™. I'm quite literally counting down the seconds before I can finish this wonderful skizzpulse fic, it's absolutely phenomenal so far lol.

Hope you have an amazing night of sleep, and for anyone who needs to hear it, in the wonderful words of Skizz, "It's okay" <3

Dude you’re gonna make ME cry!! It makes me so so happy knowing that my writing is able to bring out emotions in people, because most of my fics are written just from my own feelings projected onto the characters. My main goal is to make people feel less alone, maybe even understood, and messages like these let me know I’m doing it right. I hope you have a lovely day <3

[v1neyy]

Pokes you with a stick. Hey. Guess who wrote skizzpulse

Summary:

“I’m fine, Skizz, really.” Impulse closes the chest he was digging through, turning around to face the intruder.

Skizz stands with his arms crossed and a disapproving look on his face. “We both know that’s not true, buddy.”

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Or: Impulse is great at hiding his feelings… except for when Skizz is around.

[v1neyy]

MCYT Halloween Horror Exchange!

Wooo yet another exchange gift! For this event I created a gift for the lovely @creatorofstars <3

I introduce Scott getting possessed by Xornoth, who slowly is taking Scott out of his own mind, making him forget things and basically just lose his mind a little. I hope my giftee enjoys, Happy Halloween!

Thank you @mcythorrorgiftexchange for organizing this amazing event!

[v1neyy]

MCYT Halloween Exchange! Yay!

I’ve created a gift for the lovely @chrysochroma !

A ranchers apocalypse au, my first time writing an apocalypse au despite how much i enjoy them :D

It’s been posted here, to my ao3!

Thank you @mcyt-halloween for organizing this amazing exchange! <3

[v1neyy]

AWWW OMG😭 this is so sweet and motivating thank you anon<3

@/v1neyy writes the best short stories and has such good headcanons!

@v1neyy !!!

[v1neyy]

in honor of the new life series coming out tomorrow, this is my bingo card. very excited to see what happens!

[v1neyy]

Ranchers with #12?

Apologies about the pause in posts, ive been on vacation and been whittling away at my event gifts!! Also apologies for this work, i wrote it in about thirty minutes while waiting for my flight, which i am about to get on. I’ll check for errors when we land!

Tango/Jimmy, #12: a kiss in the rain.

WC: 225 || original post!

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“Tango!”

Rain poured down from heavy clouds above the ranch. The storm had creeped in out of nowhere, giving no warning signs or time to prepare.

The blazeborne cowers under a tree. He flinches from raindrops that hit his skin, seeping into his bones.

He gives Jimmy a weak smile, “I… might be stuck?”

His eyes roll and he sighs affectionately, “Give me one second!”

Jimmy darts inside and searches for anything that could be used as an umbrella but comes up empty handed. His wings will have to suffice.

Golden feathers cover his head as he darts across the lawn to the tree Tango’s using as shelter.

When he reaches the man he checks all over for any wounds, “Are you okay? Did the rain get you too bad?” Jimmy spins Tango around, making sure to not miss anywhere a wound could be hiding.

Tango giggles, “I’m fine, Jim, really. Made it under here before it started downpouring,” He takes Jimmy’s cheeks in his hands.

“Stop worrying so much,” He tries to keep serious despite the pout that’s covering the avian’s face.

He presses a reassuring kiss to Jimmy’s lips, melting his frown into a smile. Arms wrap around the blaze’s waist and pull him closer. Feathers enclose the two in a world of their own, where nothing exists except them and the warmth they share.

When they finally pull apart they take a moment to look into the other’s eyes until Tango breaks the silence,

“We should probably get back inside now,”

“Tango!”

[v1neyy]

need to write a oneshot with this concept so bad

Impulse and Skizz have been pining over each other for years, but they’re both too scared to do something about it.

Everyone around them is getting sick of their nonsense. So naturally, in true hermit fashion, they shove the two into a closet and decide to not let them out until something happens.

Turns out it was a great idea! The closet was awkward at first and they nearly gave up, but after a bit of prodding Skizz finally cracked and confessed.

In the future they’ll look back and thank the hermits for it, but for now they’ll start dating without telling anyone… they only heard the confession after all. Besides, holding hands while denying being in any sort of relationship is very funny- it really ruffles Grian’s feathers.

It's what the hermits deserve. And no amount of spying can counteract them just saying 'no we're not.' Yeah Grian, you creep, you saw them kissing. But they're still not in a relationship, sorry! They just do that sometimes.

At this rate, they're going to keep this bit up until their wedding.

[v1neyy]

Can you do 7, 10, or 21 ethubs for the mwarch thingy majiggy if you feel up to it :]

This was supposed to be a short lil drabble as a break from my event gifts and I. I don’t know what possessed me to write 1k words but it happened?

Since this went over 1k it’s also been posted to my ao3!

Etho/Bdubs - #7 & 21, a jealous kiss and a kiss to shut them up.

WC: 1022 || original post!

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“Impulse treats me well, y’know,”

Bdubs stands above him, looking down on white hair. They’re right on the edge of the hill, just far away enough from the pillager outpost to not be attacked. Somewhere in the world Joel takes damage, causing him to flinch and nearly cut his finger.

Etho looks up from where he’s sharpening his sword. It’s currently a break period after the first session of Double Life and while he can’t say he hates it, he certainly doesn’t love it.

The soulmates were randomly assigned, logically he knows that. But something ugly deep down in him is fuming—how could Bdubs be paired with Impulse?

The guy he killed for a clock two seasons ago?

How could they be soulmates? Last Life was everything to him, the snow fort haunting his dreams and unfulfilled promises thriving in all of his nightmares.

That game had filled him with regret that still hadn’t left. If he had just given him the life, had protected him better, done anything to save his ally, maybe things would have ended differently for them.

While he doesn’t doubt Joel’s ability to be a good soulmate (he did launch that missile at the crastle with him, all that time ago) but he’s just not Bdubs and he doesn’t want a soulmate if it can’t be him. He’s not jealous.

Bdubs rubbing it in his face doesn’t help one bit.

Sometimes Bdubs doesn’t know when to shut up. Maybe sometimes he doesn’t shut up on purpose, because he knows it’ll get a rise out of him. Either way, hearing the man you’ve uselessly pined over talk about how amazing and perfect his soulmate is to him is not a fun way to spend what’s supposed to be downtime.

“That’s great.” Etho looks back to his sword and continues to sharpen it.

He hears shuffling and feels another leg press against his, Bdubs plopping down in the grass beside him.

“You’re jealous.”

Etho freezes.

“I’m not.”

“You are. You’re so jealous.” He glances over at the man to find a sly grin plastered across his face.

Lowering his sword onto the ground next to him, he turns his head towards Bdubs,

“What’s it to you?”

“Well-“

He doesn’t let Bdubs get any more words out. He’s sick of his rambling, he decides rather impulsively, pulling his mask down and leaving a quick kiss against the other’s lips.

Etho smirks as he pulls away and brings his mask back up. It looks as though Bdubs short circuits, eyes wider than usual with a stunned look.

He’s about to say something cheeky, maybe even a little flirty, when his mask is yanked back down (that poor thing, no regard for its well-being) and he’s thrown into yet another kiss.

This kiss is different—there’s something more intense between the two. Bdubs kisses like a hungry wolf who’s been starved for far too long, taking all he can get and then some more. It’s desperate and messy and feels like heaven.

Once Etho regains his composure he kisses back with the same energy. He needs Bdubs just as much as the man needs him, neither wanting to part when the last of their air slips from their lungs, doing so reluctantly. Mere centimeters hang in the space between while the two regain their breaths.

A warm hand brushes a few strands of white hair that had fallen in front of his face behind his ear. He looks into Bdubs’ eyes to see nothing but a reflection of his own love and admiration shining back at him.

Etho smiles and lets his eyes flutter closed when lips find his own once again.

It’s as if all the fierce passion from before has morphed into something new. Something that wants to give and give until he cannot receive any more, passion and care spilling out from the sides.

He finds himself leaning more into the hand that’s cupped his cheek, his own running through the man’s hair.

A thousand words pass between the two without any voices being heard. Their hearts, while tied to other’s, beat as close to in sync as they can get. Maybe they weren’t assigned to be soulmates but they always manage to come back together, forever circling in each other’s orbit.

There’s something about Bdubs that always pulls Etho back in, no matter how hard he tries to run and hide from all these scary feelings. He could never fully leave despite how hard he’s tried. It’s terrifying to be known like this, to have someone know your every thought and emotion just by looking at you.

To have all his feelings out on display, leaving him vulnerable and weak, just for Bdubs to come in and polish them. He’s done something irreparable to Etho’s head and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

They pull apart for a final time, both smiling and laughing like schoolgirls on a playground.

Bdubs’ hand doesn’t leave its spot on his cheek. The man has seen Etho’s bare face before, but this time it’s meaningful. He watches big eyes trace his features—from his eyebrows, to his eyes, nose, mouth, chin, all of it.

“You’re beautiful.”

Any insecurities he had left vanish. He’s not sure how Bdubs’ words have such an effect on him, they’ve flirted before but this time it’s filled with sincerity rather than their usual joking banter.

Etho waits for him to pull away, to laugh, to mock and belittle, to tell him it���s all a joke, but minutes pass and it doesn’t happen.

Just as he’s about to speak an arrow flies right above their heads, causing them to jump apart.

One of them screams (it was not Etho, for the record) as another arrow shoots past. The men look up to see an angry pillager firing at them, reloading its crossbow to prepare another shot.

He stands and kills the pillager quickly, turning back to Bdubs with a laugh.

There’s no more need to punch Impulse in the face consuming him as the shorter man stands and glares at him, sputtering out some nonsense.

He’s not jealous (Anymore.)

[v1neyy]

How about for the mwarch thing you can do:

10. Renchanting Duo

15. Mean Gills

Uhg I love the mean gills dynamic sm. Scott with his undying loyalty and Martyn with his tendency to betray…… such a recipe for angst idc

Scott/Martyn - #15, a kiss underwater.

WC: 376 || original post!

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Cold floods his body as he dives into the coral reef. Considering it has tropical fish you would think it would be at least somewhat warm, but to Scott’s annoyance it is not.

As the last yellow, he’s been running from bloodthirsty reds for the entire session, and really just wants a break for a moment.

Unfortunately this server does not know peace so he will have to wait. He hears more people splashing into the water behind him, all shouting about needing his time. Scott and Martyn have both adapted to living in the sea for this season - lungs suddenly able to hold more air, slightly webbed fingers and toes. And coral growing on them. The coral is slightly concerning.

With these changes he’s able to swim away from the army quickly but they all still have their eyes on him, not wanting to lose their chance for thirty extra minutes.

He doesn’t even realize he’s cornered until he smacks right into the border behind the mob farm. Scott spins around to see two blonds close behind him, Jimmy and Martyn. Arrows fire from the surface into the water but slow down, making them easy to dodge.

“Martyn, kill me!” His voice bubbles underwater and comes out wobbly but it gets his point across. One of Jimmy’s arrows hits him, shooting pains through his arm. His lungs squeeze his chest as he starts to run out of air.

A few more players dive into the water and start firing at him. Usually he’d love the attention if this was under less dire circumstances.

As the life drains from him Martyn finally reaches him, sword out and ready to kill. Scott wants his time to go to his teammate, nobody else, so that’s what he’s going to make happen.

The diamond sword pierces through his gut, draining the life out of him. His vision goes fuzzy and his limbs go numb, the last thing he feels is Martyn’s lips against his own, which somehow makes this whole situation feel a lot better.

In the end, once everything has been said and done, Scott doesn’t regret giving Martyn that time. He would rather it be his Mean Gill instead of anyone else.

Smajor1995 was slain by InTheLittleWood.

[v1neyy]

skizzpulse 12!!

They srsly make me ill like I need to put them in a paper shredder and turn them into confetti so bad. Also I may slow down on these for a while bc I have like… quite a few fic exchange gifts to write!!

Skizz/Impulse - #12, a kiss in the rain.

WC: 464 || original post!

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Impulse is sorting through his chests when the pistons of his door open up behind him. He doesn’t mind that people steal from him, but he does wish they would put things back in the correct place. He turns around to say hello and is met with a completely drenched Skizzleman.

“Hey buddy!”

He walks up to the angel, “Why are you soaked?”

Skizz chuckles, “I was hangin’ in the rain!” he shakes his wings, making water spray everywhere around the room, effectively getting Impulse wet.

He yelps at the water, a very manly yelp mind you, holding his hands out in a pathetic attempt to stay dry. “Skizz!”

The man grabs his hand and starts dragging him towards the door. “C’mon, out we go, you’re already wet anyways!”

Impulse sighs and lets himself be dragged outside. Rain is falling in a downpour, pounding against the roofs of the buildings that live in the cyber city. Hopefully he made them waterproof enough.

Once Skizz is done dragging him he lets go of his hand (which Impulse misses more than he should) and turns to face him. “What do we do now?”

“I dunno. Just wanted to do something,” Skizz shrugs.

Wrapping his arms around himself, Impulse shivers. “Well I’m cold,” He makes his best pouty face.

A damp wing wraps itself around Impulse. For the second time tonight he yelps at Skizz, the cold seeping from the feathers into his skin. The angel gives him a cheeky smile, “This better?”

He narrows his eyes. “No. This is worse, actually.”

The second wing wraps around him and pulls him closer, making him chest to chest with Skizz. Butterflies fill his stomach.

“How about now?”

Impulse rolls his eyes. “Yeah, whatever,”

Skizz gasps in mock offense, “Hey! Don’t give me attitude, I’m helping!”

Raindrops land on Skizz, looking almost like tears. It’s a bit mesmerizing to Impulse, how his friend can look more angelic than he already does while not even trying. He nearly faints when sturdy arms take hold of his waist, spreading warmth.

“What- what are you up to?”

He gets a sly smile as a reply, “Nothing!”

Impulse is about to bark a reply about how Skizz is never up to nothing when he’s cut off by lips pressing against his. It takes him a second to process that the angel is kissing him.

Once his brain starts working again Skizz is pulling away, looking anxious. He panics a little because he doesn’t want this to end, not now, not ever. He cups Skizz’s cheeks in his hands and pulls him back into another kiss, this one slower and more meaningful.

When they part they both laugh. Impulse hardly notices the cold rain drenching him, the warmth from Skizz making his skin buzz.

[v1neyy]

Kiss ask box thngy

skizzpulse 18 - an “impulse”ive kiss and/or 21 - a kiss to shut them up >:3

These two have been eating away at my brain recently omfg. Sorry this isn’t my best work it was written at 2am while deliriously tired!!!

Skizz/Impulse - #18 & 21, an impulsive kiss and a kiss to shut them up.

WC: 461 || original post!

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Impulse wakes up to the redstone of his door opening. He checks his communicator, blinking from the harsh light to see it’s the middle of the night. Who is coming over at this hour?

As if on cue, his bedroom door opens to reveal Skizz. The angel looks rather disheveled- his wings messy and pajamas wrinkled. He sits up and rubs his eyes, “Skizz?”

He looks to the floor guiltily, “Sorry, I- I can go I just…”

Despite being tired he smiles the best he can. Impulse waves him over sluggishly. This isn’t a common occurrence, but it’s certainly not a new one.

They’ve done this time and time again in their hardcore worlds. Sometimes one of them needs the comfort of having the other close, and that comfort will always be provided. After many years of that time having to be over a call, on Hermitcraft they share a bed more often than not. He doesn’t mind though- waking up wrapped in a mess of limbs and feathers is something he’s grown to love.

Which is why it’s concerning that Skizz has sat on the edge of the bed instead of lying down. He looks nervous and his wings are twitching - Impulse has to stop himself from reaching out to fix them.

Impulse is used to being able to read Skizz like a book, but he can’t quite tell what’s going on here. It’s worrying.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, sitting up to face the other.

Skizz takes a deep breath, “I need to tell you something. But you might hate me after,”

He blinks. “I’d never hate you, what’s got your feathers in a bunch?”

The angel looks as if he’s on the verge of tears. “I like you. Not like, in a friend way, like actually like. But you’re my buddy and I don’t want to lose you, and-“

It’s as if the world has slowed down. He likes Impulse?

The realization hits him like a truck, his face immediately heating up like it’s on fire.

The rambling comes back into focus as he snaps out of it. “…If you want me to leave, which I’m sure you do, I can head out, I-“

Impulse cuts Skizz off with a chaste kiss on the lips. He isn’t thinking, all he knows is Skizzleman likes him and he needs Skizz as close to him as possible right now or he will explode.

His senses come back to him a moment after. “Shoot, I’m sorry, I should’ve asked, you were just rambling and..” The words in his mouth die off when Skizz breaks into a smile and is looking at him as if he just raised the sun.

All the anxiety shuts up at once as he’s pulled into another kiss.

[v1neyy]

10 and Gem and pearl for the kiss ask game thingy pls :3

Wooo gempearl!!!! I will admit I dont consume much shiny duo content so I hope I wrote them well, I love me some bloodthirsty women

Gem/Pearl - #10, a bloody kiss.

WC: 405 || original post!

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Scar’s lifeless body lies on the grassy floor below her. She says her silent apologies as he fades away, leaving nothing but wilted sunflowers in his wake.

Gem looks up to see Pearl staring at her. There is fear and longing and bloodlust in her eyes, swirling around with the angry red that matches her hoodie. The grip on her sword tightens.

“I don’t want to do this, Pearl!”

Her chest heaves, breathless from the exhaustion of surviving this long. Watching friend after friend lose their last life, watching the humanity leave their eyes as they’re consumed by the need to harm and steal and fight. She doesn’t know where they go when they’re gone but she can only hope it’s somewhere nice.

Somewhere they don’t have secrets to keep if they want to live, where there aren’t eyes around each corner that watch their every move. Where they don’t have to comply with every rule and whisper- where there are no voices in your head telling you to kill, kill, kill.

Pearl takes a step towards her, and another. Gem watches her sword fall to the ground behind her, staining the grass red with blood that’s still warm.

A sticky hand cups her cheek. The metallic smell that’s haunted her fills her senses, but she ignores it in favor of meeting the brunette’s eyes, even if she can feel the way it seeps through her down to her bones.

Gem leans on her tiptoes to connect their lips. She tastes metal and skin but pays it no mind, trying to communicate every apology and sorrow without words. Pearl gives everything back and more, even when tears fall from their eyes and mix salt in with the kiss.

She would kiss Pearl until they both ran out of breath, suffocating together so this world would claim no victor.

But it can only last for so long. The sound of flesh ripping open fills her ears as fresh blood leaks onto her hand. Pearl stills in her arms and their lips break away from one another’s as the life leaves her, flooding out at the sword stabbing through her gut.

More tears drip freely from Gem’s eyes as the body in front of her vanishes, leaving her arms empty and bare. Five seconds and a million years all pass at once as she drops the heavy weapon and looks up towards the secret keeper.

Secret completed.

[v1neyy]

Hi! Ethubs 13?

Ethubs…. save me ethubs…. I yearn for snowy winter time ethubs…….

Etho/Bdubs - #13, a kiss in the snow.

WC: 449 || original post!

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Snowflakes drifted from the sky, collecting in his hair. Etho sneezes as he finishes tying his ice skates. He looks up to see Bdubs already stepping out onto the frozen pond, each step filled with confidence.

Standing up, he trudges through the small snowbanks with a huff and a puff and stops right at the edge.

Bdubs gives him a toothy grin and extends a hand towards him, “C’mon baby!”

They interlock hands (admittedly not well considering the gloves in the way) and Etho cautiously takes a few steps onto the ice. He glides a little and nearly falls on his face but is stopped by a hand gripping his hip, holding him steady. He holds on tightly as Bdubs skates backwards, bringing the two closer to the middle.

He holds Etho close to him tightly, slowly spinning them around. Snow catches in his eyelashes and continues to fall all around them, blanketing them in a cold chill that creeps through his jacket.

The numbness of his fingers doesn’t even register in his mind, not when Bdubs is looking at him like that. The white atmosphere makes him look almost ethereal. It steals his breath, his lungs, his heart, his soul. The warmth provided by Bdubs’ smile is enough to keep him cozy for the rest of his life.

His mask is pulled down, revealing his face. The parts of him only a few are allowed to see, all of his secrets and insecurities on display.

This is nothing new to Bdubs, having seen this face time and time again. Etho watches the man’s pupils trace his eyebrows, his eyes, the scar running through one, his nose, his lips. There was a time he was filled with fear- the fear of scaring Bdubs away, of the scars and the emotions being all too much for him to handle, but he stayed. He stayed through ups and downs and thick and thin, always by his side.

Etho leans down and cups his cheek. They both know this dance well, all the twists and turns.

He kisses Bdubs, putting all the thoughts and words he cannot say into it. He puts the love in his heart, the gratitude, the sheer need he feels for Bdubs, trying to communicate it all with the movement of his lips.

Bdubs pulls him closer, still keeping them spinning. The two go around and around in each other’s orbit, neither wanting to let go.

The snow continues to fall around them, creating an atmosphere of love and trust and promises, of a connection that goes far deeper than any cave or ocean. The unwavering loyalty between them, as imminent as snow on a cold winter day.