#dippledop

[flosiphina]

anyone else think the song Friends for life by X ambassadors is so imp and skizz coded. try and change my mind i dare you.

[girltimeswithscar]

skizzleman angst where he is trapped in long sleeves and they cant explode off no matter how hard he flexes

[greenix]

art of a scene from my new phasmo crossover fic that has been in the works for a while! I'm excited for everyone to see it!

extras below!

[t4t4tclethian]

one day i’ll talk about the skizz mischaracterization in this fandom and how it ties into limited life and angel!skizz headcanons. like today is not that day but i will at some point

[grandknightbird]

They are my favorite duo

[reblog-house]

Every time a character has a weird way of speaking, I absorb it and all that weird stuff becomes part of my vocabulary

[ahautism]

The first day had been chaos, to say the least. He’d expected it for sure. Impulse had warned him specifically.

“Don’t take this as me not wanting you to come, because I totally want you to come, okay? I just want you to be prepared. It’s going to be… a lot.”

Skizz had laughed. He knew a good chunk of the hermits, knew them from death games, even. He was ready for the chaos. He told Impulse as much.

“I know, I know. Really, though. It’s a lot when you first join. They’ll probably put you in a hole. There’ll be a lot of new eyes on you. So, just… prepare for that, buddy.”

Skizz had brushed Impulse off yet again, and they had gone back to their original conversation.

Skizz didn’t really think much about it again, until he arrived on day one, around a pit of lava, and felt the eyes of the other hermits on him. Eager to see what he could do.

And then he had gotten caught up in caving, and shenanigans, and crack alleys, and placing so many signs that he had forgotten what the point of them was, and had started just writing whatever statements popped into his head.

Impulse had been right. It was chaos, it was a lot. But it felt… right. It felt like Skizz belonged.

His buddies were here!

How could he not belong?

Skizz had just finished taking down the “Welcome to Costco. I love you.” sign, leaving a respectable two signs claiming his spot, when he spotted Impulse coming over the horizon.

“Dippledop! How’s it hanging?”

“Hey Skizz! Just came to check in on you. How’d the first day go?”

“Well, it was chaos, I can’t tell ya it wasn’t. But good chaos! It felt right.” Impulse’s eyes crinkled.

“We finally completed the set, huh? Team ZITS, all together on Hermitcraft.” Skizz looked pointedly at Impulse, who just as pointedly didn’t meet his eyes.

“I guess I have you to thank for that?”

“Hey, I wouldn’t have let anyone take my Skizzle from me!” Impulse laughed, then quickly added, “Not that anyone tried! Everyone wants you here.”

Skizz looked over at the horizon, stretching across the sky, next to Magic Mountain. It was still day, but the little tinge of pink and orange was peeking over the side of the world. Soon, it would be sunset. Skizz would be home, watching the sunset with his best friend. Impulse followed Skizz’s gaze.

“You know, we’re not going to get a real sunset. Bdubs takes his sleep very seriously here.” Skizz scoffed.

“It’s not about the actual sunset! It’s about being here with you, Dippledop.” He blew a smacking kiss at Impulse. Impulse dodged it, laughing, and put his hand around Skizz’s shoulders, turning to watch what they could get of the sunset, before it would be morning again.

“Welcome home, Skizz.”

As the traces of pink disappeared, resetting to morning, right on schedule, Skizz clapped his best friend on the back, and relished in finally, finally, being home.

[lesbopallascat]

list of skizz's nicknames for hermits/lifers (will add on as i remember or am reminded of more and as he creates more)

(if there's a question mark it means i need confirmation because i don't actually remember if that's their nickname and would appreciate confirmation)

bdubs: bdoubledown

cub: rub-a-dub cub or cubby

doc: doccy or doccy boy

etho:

false:

gem: gemstone

grian: g, g-sharp, g-spot

hypno:

impulse: dippledop

iskall:

jevin:

joe:

keralis:

mumbo:

pearl: pearliepop or poppers

ren:

scar: scarface or just face

joel:

stress: stressy

tango: tango top or just top

beef: beefers?

wels:

xb:

xisuma:

zedaph: zeddlebop

cleo: clebert

jimmy: jimmy jiggles or just jiggles

martyn:

bigb: big bopper or just bopper

scott: smajor

lizzie:

see also my skizzisms list

[hermitscratch]

imp n skizz + 27... the besties. did you know skizz irl sometimes kisses impulse n the cheek. to annoy him

Send me a pairing + a number! || Accepting

27. A platonic kiss, Impulse/Skizz, 873 words

This may have been the greatest day of Impulse's life.

The exhilaration of starting anew had hit him full force. The space between seasons had been spent dreaming up builds of grandeur, and he was finally able to see what he was working with. Better still, he had a partner in crime to share his vision with. Providing Bdubs his first clock was a point of pride, and Bdubs had accepted it with promises of a great future ahead of them.

He'd made momentous progress. Maybe not on the scale of Doc and his villager operation, but the humble underground iron farm he and Tango constructed would serve them well. The land that would become a sprawling cyberpunk city was sectioned off. His strip mine was fruitful, piles of diamonds to be fashioned into armor and equipment as needed. Everything was coming up Impulse.

When the day was over, the rest was well-earned. The Mountaineers, as Scar had named them, reconvened to share dinner around the fire. He took the chance to wash up in the river- a water well would be a tomorrow project, once he had a place to lay his head that was more permanent than the blocked off mouth of his cave- and laid down for a good night's sleep.

...Any minute then.

Impulse rolled onto his back and sighed. It didn't feel right, and Impulse knew what was missing.

This may have been the greatest day of Impulse's life, because Skizz was there.

Skizz was there, and so much as thinking his name made the thread connecting them hum. Before Skizz was a hermit, when Impulse had been summoned and made the decision to stay, it was easy to ignore. The proximity now, though, made it impossible. His very soul knew its other half was near, and Impulse longed.

Skizz hadn't wanted to be coddled. He was determined to stand on his own two feet in this server of building gods and redstone masters. It was with full support that Impulse had agreed to let Skizz forge his own way, neighbors instead of roommates.

...But surely Skizz wouldn't mind a late-night visit, right?

Impulse relit the torches by his bedside. He didn't change, just throwing on his shoes. On his way to the door, he wondered if it would be worth taking his wings out. It would make the trip incredibly short, at the cost of nearly guaranteeing he'd spend all night at Skizz's. He wouldn't mind, but if Skizz did...

"Aaah!" A yell made Impulse jump as he opened the door, snapping him out of his thoughts. An equally startled Skizz stood in the doorway, a hand on his chest as he settled down. "You scared the dookie right outta me, dude," He said, heaving a breath, "Don't you know it's like, dumb o'clock in the morning? Nice jammies though," Skizz snickered.

Impulse snorted. Skizz was wearing a matching set. "These old things? Aw, they're nothin'," Skizz barks a laugh, and Impulse chuckles with him, a line of tension leaving his shoulders, "I know it's dumb o'clock in the morning, what're you doing at my front door?"

"Well I- y'know, I was in the neighborhood," Skizz started, wings held around his shoulders like a mantle, "And I'm thinkin' to myself, I think, y'know... I'm really feelin' it! And if I'm feelin' it, my best buddy over here, Mr. Impy Dimpy Dippledop, well, he's gotta be feelin' it too, right? Am I right? I bet I'm right," Skizz poked at Impulse's cheek.

Impulse huffed fondly, lightly smacking Skizz's hand away. Nobody could manage to be longwinded and straightforward like Skizz could. "I might've been on my way to yours for the same reason," Impulse admitted.

"Good thing I beat you then," Skizz cackled, "I don't have a bed yet!"

"Skizz!" Impulse laughed, "That's the first thing you do!"

"I was excited, okay? Some stuff fell through the cracks!" It only made Skizz laugh harder, "Are you gonna invite me in or not!"

"Okay, okay," Impulse placated once their laughter calmed into the occasional giggle. He stepped away from the doorway and gestured Skizz to follow him inside, "Come on in, make yourself at home. Don't forget to shut the door behind you."

Impulse heard the door close. The place was basic, really, meant for function over form. A double-wide bed, some chests for storage, and the simple wall that separated the space from the outside. There was a joke on the tip of Impulse's tongue, something about excusing a mess that wasn't there, but it's forgotten the moment he feels arms around him.

Arms, and then wings, warm and white and all-encompassing like a blanket settled around his very soul. If Impulse looked behind himself, he was sure Skizz's halo would be showing. In turn, Impulse's horns grew. Dark scales climbed up his arms where he held Skizz's arms across his chest, and his tail found purchase around Skizz's leg.

Skizz squeezed him in a hug, lowering his head to leave a kiss in Impulse's hair before burying his face in it with a content sigh that made Impulse want to melt into bed and never get up again.

"Yeah," Skizz mumbled, soft and tired, "This is home."

[etunpeudevitriol]

Skizz and Zedaph being cute during ZITS Game Night #4

[Video description:

Zedaph and Skizzleman are sat next to each other on the couch, with Tango and Impulse who are off screen. Skizz starts talking to the group and puts his arm around Zedaph's shoulder, pulling him into a side hug. Zedaph smiles and tilts his head to rest on Skizzleman's chest. Then they release the hug.

Skizz: Let's do- I love my Zed, but let's do me and Dippledop.]

[rhapsoddity]

Hi do you have a list of what everyone’s powers are? And whose a villain/hero/vigilant?

I'll list hybrids as well BC sometimes hybrid status can affect powers lol

It's been a hot minute since I last listed these out lol some I've tweaked

HEROES

Stratos - Super strength, flight

Sanctuary - plant growth / manipulation

Cuteguy - Avian hybrid - Energy constructs (weapons), flight (avian)

Hotguy - Vex hybrid - enhanced aim, gliding (vex), minor memory manipulation (vex)

Xisumavoid - pocket dimension (void)

Pyrolisk - Pyrokenisis

Dippledop - Electrokenisis

Skizzleman - Healing

VIGILANTES

The Sheriff - avian hybrid - understands animals / animals understand him

Hex - Levitation / telekinesis

Huntress - moobloom hybrid - Super strength

Apollo - light and darkness manipulation

Orion - power mimicry

Evil x - Powerless

Wormman - Powerless

VILLAINS

Spectrum - Colour manipulation

Owenge - llama hybrid - Colour manipulation (orange only)

Hephaestus - Enhanced hearing, night vision

The Kraken - hydrokenisis

Styx - vex hybrid - minor charmspeak (vex), infected by skulk

Helsknight - Pyrokenisis

CIVILIANS

Mayor Lizzie - cat hybrid - powerless

Ariana Grande - Avian hybrid - Energy constructs (weapons)

Hermes - Electrokenisis

Eddie - Rabbit hybrid

Gem - enhanced hearing

Pix - powerless

Zedaph - powerless

Xornoth - Mind control

[thecoddaughter]

I’m totally not obsessed with Imp and Skizz’s friendship. Imagine if you met an irl long-term friendship between two 40 something men and one just calls the other “DippleDop.”

[greenix]

:0 could i request a team zit for the hermit requests? best group for real for real

team ZIT is so important to me. they are the ever

first impulse! might fiddle with his design a bit more, but he's such a guy :)

[hmshermitcraft]

Skizz is always so worried that his building skills aren’t adequate to the rest of the servers. Hes never been much of a builder, that’s always been his buddy Dippledop who did the building.

Thankfully, the entire server adores their little angel either way

In the end, he's good to enough to get invited onto the server. But, even then, isn't the mark of a good builder the desire to grow and learn? And Skizz has that! He wants to get better and he's ready to listen to anything the hermits are happy to teach him. That's the passion they love.

[theminecraftbee]

Gonna try a random word liiiike... "hold"!

“Dippledop I love you. I think I’m the only sane person in this room,” Skizz says. “Fine. You have a baby and that’s our problem for some reason. What have you all done to take care of it while you try to find the person it belongs to?” There’s a long silence. Tango finally, tentatively, says: “I looked up in my databanks the correct way to hold a baby, and made sure Zedaph was doing that, since I thought I remembered that human babies were fragile.” Zedaph says: “I put a sleeping spell on it so it would stop crying so much.” There’s another long silence. “Anything else?” Skizz says. “I mean, I don’t know what you expect. Not sure what I was built for but it seems pretty definitively not to have been taking care of babies, and like. Zedaph is Zedaph,” Tango says.

i am excited to actually be starting on this fic again btw; i don't know why i stalled out so bad but i am finally moving once more!

[dmwrites]

Based off of the general silliness of the Sons of the Forest streams with impulse, skizz, grian, and scar

——

“Why did we get a tent this small?”

Impulse, Skizzleman, Grian, and Scar all looked down at the frankly tiny tent they’d just finished assembling together. Night was falling upon the forest they had found themselves in, and the four guys had stopped to set up camp.

“And this is the only tent we have?” Impulse asked incredulously, gesturing at it. “Out of the four of us, no one had the insight to bring another tent?”

“The economy is in shambles.” Grian replied.

“I thought you were our insight.” Skizz said, wrapping an arm around Impulse’s shoulders jovially.

“Yeah, there’s no other tents.” Scar said, having just finished looking through everyone’s bags.

“Well, fellas.” Grian said, clapping his hands together. “Looks like we’re gonna be cuddling tonight.”

Skizz cheered. “Cuddles with the homies? Say less!”

The four fellas got ready for bed, kicking out their campfire that had warmed their dinner before and setting out some wet clothes to dry. Scar, Skizz, and Grian got into the tent, a mess of limbs and blankets and pillows.

“Impulseeeee!” Grian whined. “Get in the cuddle pile so we can go to sleep!”

Impulse looked in on the three and gave them a withering look. “I think I’ll just sleep outside, thanks.”

There was an instant outburst at his statement, groaning and complaining from Skizz and Scar.

“Impulse, please get in the tent. I’ll hold your hand!” Grian said, holding out his hand and giving him the saddest look he could muster.

“I’ll blow everyone in this tent.” Scar said threateningly, holding up a grenade.

“You forgot the ‘up’, buddy.” Skizz said gently, trying not to laugh.

“Ugh, fine.” Impulse sighed, and made his way into the tent. He zipped it up behind them, and lay down next to Grian, as far away as he could be.

“Hey! I thought we were gonna hold hands!” Grian complained.

“Dippledop doesn’t like touchies.” Skizz told Grian and Scar. “It doesn’t stop me from trying to give him good morning kisses. And good night kisses. Speaking of-“ Skizz reached across Scar and Grian, mouth open and tongue out. Impulse grabbed Grian and used him as a meat shield, and Grian got his forehead slobbered on. Grian, naturally, shrieked, and the small tent dissolved into chaos for a moment, until Scar threatened to “blow everyone” again.

The four friends settled down once more, with Skizz and Scar quietly arguing over who would be the big spoon, and Grian refusing to let go of Impulse entirely, even though he was tossing and turning.

“Fellas, I can’t go to sleep without a bedtime story!” Grian said finally, breaking the silence.

“Awww, widdle Gri Gri needs a bedtime story! Do you want some milk and cookies too?” Scar cooed, then failed to dodge Grian’s pillow blow to the face.

“Alright children, settle down. I will tell you a bedtime story.” Skizz said, sitting up. “Once upon a time, there was a handsome man named Skizzleman. He was the hero of the village- sexy, bulging with muscles, attractive-”

“How many abs did he have?” Scar asked sleepily.

“Oh, at least thirty.” Skizz replied.

“Awesome.” Scar said.

“Anyway, the handsome hero of the village and his sidekick, Average Impulse, were fighting off a horde of mobs from a defenseless village.”

“Average Impulse?” Impulse asked, eyebrow raised.

“Oh yes, named for his average size.” Skizz told him knowledgeably. “He was pretty short, too.”

“Alright, that’s enough bedtime story for one night.” Impulse said over Grian and Scar’s snickers.

“But I’m not sleepy yet!” Grian complained.

“Scar could tell you facts about Disney until you fall asleep.” Skizz jokingly suggested.

Scar gasped. “Well, I never finished telling you about discontinued merchandise from the ride-”

“Maybe I just need some silence. Good night everyone.” Grian interrupted, putting his hand over Scar’s mouth and snuggling closer to Impulse. “Love you guys.”

“Love you too.”

“Love all you awesome people.”

“Mrph mph.” Scar said, and Grian took his hand away. “Love you all too.” he said.

The tent became quiet, just slow breathing and the shifting of blankets.

“Man, we’re so going to get attacked in the middle of the night.”

“Oh yeah, definitely.”