#we love impulsesv

[jalo-parker]

impulse kitty cat design please :))))))

No <3

I struggled to draw cats for a min but we finally got there..

[sprinklesharkie]

so many hilarious moments came out of todays charity live stream

[dredgesnails]

i very badly want a double life 2: electric boogaloo but crucially no one is allowed to be paired up with their soulmate from the first one (except ranchers) and also lizzie and gem and mumbo and skizz are there too. anyway here are some pairings i think would be funny or interesting or would please me personally:

mumbo + scar: complete the mumscarian circuit

mumbo + lizzie: statistically the worst players right after jimmy. lizzie died before him once and she can do it again (and take mumbo with her)

grian + jimmy: nightmare scenario for the both of them

pearl + gem: an unfair matchup as they would win no problem but i love them together and i think we deserve them together after the events of secret life

scar + tango: wildly unpredictable. scar takes damage constantly but (almost) always escapes by the skin of his teeth. tango on the other hand has blown himself up before

pair them up best + worst in order (pearl + jimmy, gem + mumbo, scott + lizzie etc) and see if they manage to balance each other out. this takes out some of the randomness but there are still some fun duos i think would come out of it (etho + bdubs, skizz + martyn, impulse + bigb) and i also think pearl could keep jimmy alive long enough to not die first

and for lore reasons:

grian + bigb: lets see how the secret soulmates can handle being real soulmates

scott + jimmy: ok i know the last time they were together jimmy doomed them both with his curse but this time it’ll be different scott’s lucky now

cleo + etho: the progression of divorced with kids > roomies > soulmates tickles me

ren + martyn: i miss renchanting

+ bonus because i have been thinking about who i would want joining the life series a lot. this is who i want to join

doc + anyone really but mostly grian: okay seriously i imagined doc in the life series once and now ive been consumed by the desire to see it. especially with his health linked to grian. think about it. would be fun with ren also for entirely opposite reasons

[dragonflavoredcake]

Tango and Joel: *ANGRILY YELLING AT EACH OTHER* Impulse: Are they okay? Xisuma: They're drunk and arguing about whose wife is the best. Impulse: Wait, where are Lizzie and Mrs. Tango? Xisuma: Taking shots every time Tango or Joel calls them amazing.

[tatretot]

*ham-hamifies your desert duo* :3c *ham-hamifies your jizzie* :3c *ham-hamifies your imp & skizz* :3c

[eluminium]

Impulse is the least smooth mf I’ve ever seen. Man basically went: "Oh I have to goooo earlier then normal...usually i share all i do my life with you guys but not today today is a secret....lets raid Martyn then- OHHHH he's ending?? Same time as me??? how weird...how strange...totally not related...Tango isn't streaming either huh...welp we'll raid joker and call it a day ;)" This man is a blabbermouth who can’t lie for shit and we love him for it. No wonder he comitted so hard to the homewrecker bit. “This is why my wife married me. Because I’m bad at lying” <- idk this is just funny.

[sculkshrieking]

hiii if you're still looking for birds, consider: wood nuthatch. my favorite little guy. their special thing is the ability to walk down the tree trunk head first :3c

hiiiiii this bird is so cool i love it!!! i was initially gonna draw him hanging upside down from bread bridge, but i suddenly started missing boatem so <3

[oshawottarchive]

So I decided to have my mom guess Hermits’ names and what they do based off of their Minecraft skins

Inspired by a few other people

BdoubleO100

Cubfan135

Docm77

EthosLab

GoodTimesWithScar

Grian

ImpulseSV

MumboJumbo

PearlescentMoon

Rendog

TangoTek

ZombieCleo

[galaxygermdraws]

Me and my partner @shadesofvermillionvoid have been rewatching VLD and uhhh. Voltron Paladins your Team BITES. Yes Bdubs is red. Yes Tango is green. Yes, Skizz is half Galra. Anything is possible when you combine your hyperfixation with your partner's hyperfixation.

(reblogs with tags/comments are appreciated. Thankyuuuuu. Also yes you're allowed to ask questions about the au)

[bucket-of-amethyst]

Day oners, let's try that again.

Been slowly working on this since watching Impulse's episode, can't stop thinking about them <3

Lil bonus (not pictured: SmallEtho taunting them in the background):

(and first pic without the cut under read more bc the quality was obliterated on mobile)

[chambers003]

No I won’t let it sit silently in the tags. If ImpulseSV wins the life series (which he very much deserves to!), to fit with the motif of the Sun, the Stars, and the Moon, I believe he would be the Lover.

He loved. He was betrayed. He loved. He fell before he could succeed. He loved. He was loved, and he was destroyed.

He’s scorned, and yet he loves anyway. A clock, a token of the past. Shelter found deep underground. More than just echoes, too. He refused to kill his own, when it could’ve been so easy.

[arqueervist]

favourite bit of double life: the two married fathers who decided to play house together. because of course they would.

[windfighter]

Prompt: Distress call

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ImpulseSV drowned.

Impulse’s breath got caught in his throat. His body shook. I’m not there, he told himself. His hands trembled. I’m not there, I’m in the season nine world. He couldn’t get air into his lungs. He scratched at his neck.

The gills weren’t there any longer. The fin that had long since disappeared swooshed behind him. He scratched at his neck. He couldn’t breath, he needed water, not the bed he was sitting on. He stood up.

Stopped in the middle of a step. He wasn’t there. Wasn’t stuck in the temple, constantly attacked, constantly drowning. He clenched his hands. They tingled. A spike shot out from his back, tore through his shirt. His back felt like it was boiling.

He struggled to breathe. Shaky, quick breaths that didn’t fill his lungs and only made him dizzy. He needed… His breaths got quicker.

He reached for his communicator. His death stared him in the face with bright white letters. Impulse’s chest hurt. His legs trembled, didn’t want to carry him. A jolt went through his knees landed on the ground. He pressed his back against the bed, his fingers gripped the communicator tight.

”I’m not… there”, he whispered.

It didn’t convince him, didn’t make his heart stop racing.

”I’m a dwarf”, he whispered. "Not a guardian."

But the words were barely audible. He could feel the tailfin behind him, trashing against the ground. Hitting the bed. The bed was still. Impulse’s body trembled. He stared at the communicator.

ImpulseSV: Blue creeper

He closed his eyes, leaned against his knees and tried to catch his breath.

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ImpulseSV drowned.

Tango laughed. Drowning was such a noob-death. Tango would never. He jumped off a block, fired off a rocket and slammed his face into the side of Decked out. A loud bang echoed through the dungeon as his totem exploded. He landed and took his porkchops out.

”Did anyone see that idiot?” he asked. ”Who smashes their face like that?”

He quickly ate three porkchops and felt his health returning. Hurried to grab another totem and the two shulkers with deepslate he had been going to get. Work was never-ending down in the dungeon and he flew back up again, almost popped another totem and skadoodled back to work.

Block, after block, after block. There was something mesmerizing with it. Calming. One of the reasons Tango didn’t outsource building the dungeons to anyone else. He’d forget time and space when he was working.

The communicator beeped. Most of the time Tango wouldn’t hear it, music discs constantly playing, pistons going off, observers clicking loudly nearby. But this time he was further down, working on the third level of his Magnum Opus. He took the communicator out.

ImpulseSV: Blue creeper

Tango dropped the stack of cobbled deepslate he was holding. Decked out didn’t matter any longer. He fired off a rocket, navigated through the lines of redstone, the noodly caves. Typed a quick command into the communicator to locate Impulse.

Fresh air against Tango’s face. He flew higher, far up into the sky. Compared his coordinates to Impulse’s and turned around. Rocket after rocket exploded in his hand, singed his fingers as he flew at rocket speed towards Impulse. He was almost there, heard a rocket that wasn’t his go off.

Zedaph passed him, started downwards and Tango followed. He could see the black bed on the ground, Impulse pressed against it. Curled up. Tango’s face landed on the ground, his totem went off. Green and yellow particles rained over him, spread over the ground. Tango stepped over them, knelt next to Impulse. Small, orange spikes had torn through Impulse’s shirt, had appeared hidden in his hair. His hands, curled around his arms, had a greenish tint to them with webbing between the fingers. Zedaph knelt on Impulse’s other side, both he and Tango put their hands on Impulse’s shoulders.

”Hey man”, Tango whispered.

Impulse’s breaths were quick, shallow. Zedaph fiddled with something in his inventory, grabbed a bottle of water. Tango sat down next to Impulse.

”I’m…” Impulse started.

His voice cut out. He didn’t uncurl. Tango bumped their shoulders together.

”We’re here, you’re safe.”

He heard Zedaph unscrew the bottle. Impulse stopped breathing. Water dripped onto Tango’s shoulder.

”Zed!”

Impulse took a deep breath. Zedaph grinned. Sat down and bumped Impulse into Tango. Tango bumped him back. Impulse took another deep breath.

”Will it…” Impulse asked.

His voice shivered, trembled. He swallowed.

”Will it ever go away? The memories?”

He clenched his hands harder around his arms. Tango grabbed Impulse’s hand, made it grab his instead. Impulse’s grip was hard after all the work digging out the mountain, his fingers calloused and rough. Diffrent from how slippery they had been during the inbetween, the time none of them wanted to think about. Tango remembered his own fate, stuck in the nether, slowly becoming more and more like a blaze with every day. Maybe that’s why he had chosen the ice-covered plains this time, why Impulse had chosen a deep mountain.

”Probably not”, Zedaph said. ”But you’ll always have us.”

Impulse laughed. There was something desperate in it. Tango stood up. It wouldn’t get much better with them just sitting there. Waiting for it to go away. It never just went away. He brushed dirt of his robe and grinned against Zedaph and Impulse.

”So, I’ve got some ravagers that need help into a dungeon…” he suggested.

Zedaph grinned excitedly as well. Impulse looked at Tango and Tango could see the orange spikes slowly retreating, disappearing. There was a weak smile on Impulse’s face.

”Yeah, that sounds fun”, he said.

He stood up, broke the bed and took his rockets out. Zedaph jumped, took off into the air. Tango hit Impulse’s shoulder with his fist.

”You’ll be fine, man. We’ll all be fine.”

”Most days it is”, Impulse answered and fumbled with his rockets.

He took a better grip around them, smiled for real. Tango smiled as well.

”More and more days”, Impulse added. ”Every day more and more days are fine.”

”Yeah”, Tango shoved Impulse with his shoulder. ”Come on. I’ll raise you to the citadel. Last one there gets to guide the first ravager!”

He took off, rockets shooting off in his hand. He heard Impulse lift from the ground as well. Zedaph flew circles above them, waited for them to catch up and then all three of them headed towards the citadel and Decked Out.

[jestroer]

If I had a nickel for every fic I've read where a person finds their own dead body and the person was Impulse I'd have two nickels, which isn't a lot but maybe it's weird that it happened twice

[eluminium]

this fucking week of the imp and skizz podcast was utterly horrifying and hilarious like how the fuck are these two alive?? ESPECIALLY SKIZZ??? BUT GOD ITS FUNNY NOW CUZ THEY TURNED OUT OKAY. Shoutout to this Impulse quote/story for being my absolute favourite:

“So I remember us being in this computer lab which had these big ol’ windows that faced out into the hallway where students walked by. And we were taking a test that day, and you werent doing well. Your program wasn’t working, and you were getting very upset. And I look over, and you had gotten so upset you decided “I’m gonna take my fist, clench it really hard, and BANG it into my head, over and over again, like you were hitting yourself with a frying pan”. And I’m looking at you going “Aw dude, I feel really bad for him right now, cuz thats gotta be frustrating” y’know? And “Don’t hurt yourself!”. And then I look out the window, and you know what I see? I see a class of highschool students taking a tour of the school! They’re trying to bring these students in like “Check out our higher education! We have this advanced computer lab!” MEANWHILE theres this DUDE in there banging himself in his head with his fist because he forgot a semicolon!” this killed me fr like THIS SOUNDS LIKE SOMETHING OUT OF A SITCOM

[sudden-memory-loss]

I basically have like one braincell that just rotates thinking about each member of team ZIT to a ridiculously emotional degree. anyway tonight it's impulse