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wisepuma23 · 8 months

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Knives and forks clink against the dinner plates, metal scraping and laughter, their base drips with water from above. Drip, drip, drip. Impulse watches. It seeps into the center of the table, a growing patch on the wooden grain. Right between the steaks and loaves of warm bread. Nobody pays it any mind. Drip, drip.

(…Nobody but him.)

Etho says something he doesn’t catch, a bark of laughter from Tango. Beads of water splash onto the surrounding food.

Impulse’s hold on his fork goes tight.

He needs to fix that.

“Impulse buddy, you with us?” Skizz shakes his arm, “You agree Scar’s acting weird right?”

“Yeah yeah,” Impulse answers on auto-pilot, “I heard rumors he’s been trying to get kills. Yellow Scar, man.”

Tango cackles and the conversation cycles on. Impulse steels his jaw, he can’t zone out again. Keep pretending, he reminds himself. It wouldn’t be good to stab his teammates at the dinner table. He’d have to clean the table out. Maybe pull out the entrails from the cracks in the grain of wood.

(Drip, drip.)

No, focus.

Focus.

(A faint, metallic scent permeates his senses– gone in a moment.)

Impulse bites into a piece of steak. Buttery juice slides over his tongue and between his teeth. The taste of blood makes his grip on the fork creak. For what feels like the first time in millenia, his glamor itches at his skin. The careful control over his form twitches and squirms like a coiled snake poised to strike.

Show them what you really are, hums in his mind. The dripping echoes like a wardrum. Show them your true face.

Impulse licks at his lips, “You did a nice job, Tango. It’s delicious!”

“Aww!” Tango coos, his flames crackling a soft orange-red, “Etho lent me some seasoning but he won’t tell me where he got the happy happy sauce.”

Impulse takes another bite, canines digging into flesh and bone, and the rip is loud. Or is it loud for him? Again, infernal magic bubbles at the back of his throat. He swallows, appraising the flavor. It doesn’t drown out the sickly sulfur like he hoped.

“Bdubs?” Impulse guesses with a tease.

“Oh come on,” Etho groans, “Ah I guess that was way too easy.”

“He married me too, remember?” Impulse laughs at Etho’s expression, “Can’t blame me for forgetting the best meals I’ve ever had! Bet he’s feeding his family around now.”

Etho waves him off as they cackle at the blush rushing up past the mask. Impulse cuts another piece off the bone. Rip, snrk, clink. Idly, he wonders if human skin still made the same noise.

The clink of metal against the plates, the dull pounding of water. The snap-crackle of Tango’s fire. Buttery-sweet blood coats his tongue.

He remembers the musky smell of Etho's burning hair and flesh, his screams turned into bloody gurgles as he flailed in lava in the first game. Just minutes before everything ended.

Impulse tears off a chunk of meat.

(Snrrk, clink.)

People die in so many ways. It’s why he loves the variety poison provides— stomachs twisting and lungs seizing— and yet he wonders if anybody’s tried skinning someone, if the server would even allow it.

Impulse swallows a dark laugh, is vivisection on the table? His glamor shivers.

Metal catches the light, the smooth shimmer taking him back. To sharp arrowheads and snapping magma, to a castle reaching into the sky.

He remembers a golden clock.

(Rip, snrk, clink.)

Impulse remembers the way Bdubs’ flesh bubbled and blistered from the Wither. The way his Red bloodlust sang at the way his corpse crumpled to the ground. Bdubs’ skin growing dark, mottled with blackened streaks and bruised from the Withering and regular battle.

The worst of it healed over, scars stitched into flesh. But he’d be a liar if he said he didn’t revel in it, the stained canvas left on Bdubs’ face and arms.

He kissed that face. Peppering them along wither-cracked ribs and arms, tracing every dark and poisoned line with a smile. I’m sorry, he had said. I’m sorry.

He meant it. (Yes, really.)

Impulse hadn’t meant to curse Bdubs with chronic pain and scars, especially since he had to feel the echoes of it through the soulmate bond. He loved Bdubs. Loved him since the beginning.

And he remembers the rip-schk! of the ax in his back.

The way his blood pooled on the grass as everything went dark.

The phantom feeling of Pearl’s wolves tearing flesh from bone in long strips and bites. Riiiip-snrk-crunch.

Blood dripping from between their teeth.

(Drip, drip.)

Impulse stabs his fork a little harder into the next cut, picturing a handsome face with a cute and crooked grin. Damn him. He glares down at his plate. No, focus. Pretend, he tells himself, you’re good at that, aren’t you?

There’s a hand over his, warmer than it should be. He looks up.

Tango has cocked an eyebrow up with a cute little nose crinkle, “You in?”

Impulse blinks, the words registering in his head.

“Yeah, sure,” He grins, “A walk sounds great. I think I’m tired of Skizz’s stink overpowering the place. We really need to install some ventilation.”

“Hey!”

And they laugh, bright and loud as Skizz pouts, checking his armpits. The glasses shake as Tango rattles the table with a smack, a cackle on his lips. Etho’s eyes twinkle with amusement.

Impulse’s focus drifts. Back to the present, away from the blood.

(Drip, drip.)

And yet.

(Rip, snrrk, clink.)

…The hunger prevails.

#impdubs #ethubs #trafficshipping #impulsesv #limited life smp #demon impulse #my writing #puma writes #trafficblr #trafficshipblr #for anyone that's confused this is about Boogey Impulse #im truly so insane about his pov in limlife about it #he's soooooo fucked up and I love the idea that the boogey curse directly taps into his demonic urges #which he only shows in N&S and ZITS #impulse is sweet bc he wants to survive as people do kill all the “evil” demons they come across and that's in the past now haha #ANYWAY impulse struggling to keep his glamor on when he usually forgets its there and just hhhh #tangpulse

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zedif-y · 1 year

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Tango is quiet. Too quiet.

The cut on Impulse's head stings with disinfectant, the skin around it an angry red as blood beads and threatens to flow. He winces as Tango wipes at it with a soft cloth- and the silence itches at him even more.

Seriously, it's almost worse than getting yelled at. At least then Impulse knows where they stand.

But no.

Impulse had shown up on Tango's doorstep, bleeding sluggishly and beat up to hell. He half-expects Tango to close the door, to glare at him and tell him to fuck off, I'm not babysitting you again. Something like that. Something angry.

He didn't expect the immediate worry on Tango's face, nor the the way red claws usher him inside, a muttered curse on his lips.

They've been in this situation a million times before, and yet it always catches him off guard.

He doesn't seem mad, Impulse thinks, trying to get a look at Tango's face. So then why is he...

His head swims, lightheaded and fuzzy. Impulse shuts his eyes tight.

"You good?" Tango frowns. His tail curls at Impulse's feet, "The cut isn't super deep, and there wasn't that much blood..." He trails off, muttering to himself.

Impulse huffs, cracking an eye open. "Lack of sleep."

Tango snorts, "Of course." He turns away for a moment, replacing the dirtied cloth. Impulse leans back against the chair.

"Worried?" He smirks, just to lighten the mood.

He expects Tango to smack him with his tail, what do you think? he'd snap, expression twisted in a scowl. or maybe he'd scoff, you're getting too used to this-

Tango turns back to him, a strange look on his face. Impulse's stomach drops.

Tango sighs, "Always am, when it comes to you."

Impulse swallows. What?

And then- Tango just goes back to dressing his wound. Like he didn't just hit Impulse with that.

Emotion comes bubbling up to the surface, "Aren't you tired of this?" Impulse blurts out, his eyes a molten gold as he looks up at Tango. "Each game, you patch me up at least once. I come to you, beat up or- or crying, and you always..."

Impulse looks at him, eyebrows furrowed as he says, "You always let me in. No matter what."

A dry, humorless laugh escapes him, "You'd think that after the third time, you'd have the sense not to open the door."

"So why do you?"

Tango's eyes drift away from him, and he chews his lip. "You tell me," He replies, sounding far away. Then, "Maybe I just like playing hero."

Impulse bites the inside of his cheek. There's something he isn't saying.

Quietly, "You've gotta get better hobbies, man." He aims for lighthearted- but it comes out raw, far too heavy. Tango huffs a laugh.

"Maybe," He agrees. Scarlet eyes settle back on him, and he shakes his head, smiling a little. "Look what you did, you've got me all sappy and mushy and stuff."

Tango puts a smear of healing balm around the cut, and the biting pain recedes, for the most part.

Impulse laughs, "Hey, you signed up for this," He points out. "You'll learn eventually. Next time, just toss me some bandages."

Tango pulls away.

"You know I'm not doing that."

His words feel like a splash of cold water, shocking Impulse into silence.

He tries again, "Tango," his lips curl into a frown, "Aren't you tired of this?"

"Don't-" Tango's eyes flash, a flicker of a flame. "Don't be like that."

"Be like what-?"

Tango makes a frustrated sound, "Like-!" He lets out a sharp breath, "Don't act like this-" He gestures to Impulse, "-is a burden on me. It's not."

Tango's tail flicks this way and that, "Taking care of you isn't a chore. Not to me."

Impulse's heart sits lodged in his throat. It beats at a clumsy rhythm, and Tango flushes red, his expression closing off, "Nevermind. I'm just- tired, yeah? From building my base, and, and... All that fun stuff." He finishes lamely.

Impulse wonders if his head wound is worse than he thought.

"Yeah," Impulse echoes, because what else is he meant to say? He swallows around the lump in his throat, eyes aimed forward. "Yeah, obviously."

"Obviously."

"Nothing else."

"Mhm."

They can't seem to meet each other's eyes.

After a while, Tango hums, satisfied with his work as he takes a step back. Impulse feels like he can breathe again.

Tango tosses a shirt at him, smirking when Impulse fumbles with it. "Go change," He says, his hand on the doorknob. "You stink."

"Hey--!"

The door clicks shut.

Impulse huffs, looking down at the red shirt. Tango's words repeat in his head like a record, and his hands shake, just a little.

Taking care of you isn't a chore. Not to me.

Impulse stands, looking at himself in the mirror.

"Not to me, huh?" He mutters, tracing a hand over the clean bandages. "Not to me..."

Impulse takes in his reflection- tired eyes, stubby horns, messy hair, a day-old stubble.

What does he see? Impulse thinks. What does he see in me?

The stars flicker in the night sky. When he looks outside, shadows flow like rivers under moonlit trees.

In the quiet night, Impulse wonders.

(He hopes Tango never changes his mind.)

#ryan's writing #in which ryan creates tangpulse crumbs purely for self indulgence #tangpulse #trafficshipping #trafficblr #trafficship #tangotek #tango tek #traffic smp #impulsesv #tangpulse fic #tangpulse fanfic #hermitshipping #hermitship #hermitshipblr #tagging just in case? i guess? KSKDJHG #third life smp #demon!impulse #demon impulse

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aquinnix · 1 month

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Skizz Week day 7 - Free Day

They say every time a bell rings, an angel gets their wings.

Skizz couldn’t count the number of times he wished that were true.

He had gotten in the habit of hope and disappointment. Always ringing doorbells more times than was strictly necessary. (Much to the annoyance of those around him). Some days he would just sit in his home or with his back against a tree and a bell in his hands.

Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring.

Skizz knew all too well it was pointless. He would sleep weird and wake up with a back ache and think, just for a moment, that miracles were real.

Now, he was waiting in a field, foot impatiently tapping. He could just see Impulse in the distance, and as he neared Skizz could see his expression. Impulse’s face was twisted with annoyance and regret in an attempt to cover the smile that only widened the closer he got to Skizz, his eyes lighting up. In that moment, Skizz couldn’t help but feel a grin tugging at his own lips.

Skizz never truly regretted his choice. Sure he spent sleepless nights wondering if there was some other way, thinking about what could have been.

Having Impulse around was worth it.

@skizzlemanweek

#mcyt #hermitcraft #skizzleman #skizzweek1 #angel skizzleman #impulsesv #demon impulse

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cielcreations · 8 months

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"Early Mornings" - Team SITZ

Solidarity used to hate mornings.

As an avian, it was hard to feel well rested unless your bed, your nest, was off the ground. And nests were only good if your instincts accepted the nest. It was an instinctual thing, a natural thing, something you couldn't force or fake. Because accepting a nest means you felt safe, comfortable, at home.

Solidarity hadn't felt that in a long time.

He would often just work late into the night on his empire until he felt tired enough to come home and just flop on the couch. Either that or the floor, whichever was closer that moment. Or he would just sleep outside in an unfinished building, back against the wall. But it wasn't his fault! At least, he liked to think that.

His nest was fine. It was... well, it was a nest. Solidarity didn't have anyone close he'd consider part of his flock or family or whatever else you wanted to call it. So he just had blankets and sheets he personally liked. It was just a bed, really, with not much else. And it wasn't like the other Emperors didn't try to help him, they gave him some of their blankets or sheets or pillows, knowing how avians could get sometimes. But he didn't use them. He did at the beginning, when Tumble Town was just starting! But then it didn't feel right. He didn't feel comfortable, he didn't feel safe. And the truth was, he never truly felt safe in his nest. Nest meant sleep and sleep meant vulnerable and...

Solidarity refused to be vulnerable around the other empires and their Emperors. He was already the butt of all the jokes, he didn't want to give them anything more.

So, yeah, Solidarity used to hate mornings.

Used to.

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"Rise and SHINE!"

The avian let out a loud squawk, whining as he tried to cover his face with his wings.

"Nuh uh! Come on, Soli!" The blonde tugged on his wings, making sure to be gentle, "Up and at 'em!"

The avian let out an unhappy chirp, puffing up his wings.

The sheep hybrid narrowed his eyes, "Soliiiiii! Wake uppppp! Come on, Impy and Tango are making breakfast!"

Solidarity opened his wings.

"See, not too ba- WOAH!"

The dirty blonde wrapped his wing around the sheep hybrid and pulled him down into his chest, cuddling into him.

"Soliiiiiii! No, you cannot dissuade me with the temptation of cuddles!"

The bird chirped, trilling.

The sheep wavered, "Awwww.... You sound so cute though...."

"Zedaph..."

The sheep looked up, "Impulse! Help me! He's tricking me! I'm trying to get him up, but then he grabbed me! He is trying to tempt me with cuddles! Save me!"

The demon chuckled, walking over. He leaned down, his arms going under Solidarity's legs and his lower back. The avian let out a confused chirp before he squawked as Impulse easily picked him up.

"Up you go, Soli." Impulse chuckled, carrying him out the door.

Solidarity curled into his chest, wings fluttering. He leaned into him, his eyes half lidded.

"Don't fall back asleep!" Zed exclaimed.

Solidarity just whined.

"Come on, gotta get out of birdspace." Impulse gently rubbed his back as the three arrived in the dining room.

Tango turned after he finished setting up the table, smiling, "Morning Soli!"

Solidarity let out a garble of mumbles.

"Trying to get out of birdspace?" Tango teased, Solidarity nodding. The blaze chuckled, "Okay, take your time, love."

Solidarity was sat down in his chair, Zed sitting in his own that was next to the dirty blonde. Tango pulled his chair closer, sitting across from Zed and Impulse sat across from Solidarity as well as beside Tango. The avian rubbed his eyes, yawning a bit as he tried to get out of his bird headspace. He could stay in it all day if his boyfriends let him. He just wanted to drape his wings around his boyfriends and be taken care of.

But, unfortunately, he had to live life.

Damn life for not letting him just be a bird for his boyfriends to take care of.

Solidarity yawned again, mumbling.

"What was that?" Impulse teased.

Solidarity yawned once more, "Don't wanna wake up..."

"You gotta!" Zed leaned towards him, "Here, want me to cut your breakfast?"

The dirty blonde rubbed his eyes, "No... Helps me..."

Tango smiled, "Almost out of birdspace?"

The dirty blonde nodded. He sighed, "Thank you for breakfast..."

"You're welcome, sweetheart!"

Solidarity slowly and groggily ate his breakfast, slowly but surely waking up. Once he was finally awake, he stood up and smiled.

"Alright, I better get to work!" He put his dishes in the sink before walking up to his boyfriends, kissing each of their lips, "Thanks again for breakfast, Tango! See you all after work! Love you!"

"Love you too!" They all called back.

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mashedmangos · 10 months

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Impulse doodle so I'm not completely inactive

#impulsesv #impulse #hermitcraft impulse #hermitcraft #mcyt #mcyt fandom #mcyt fanart #this is my favourite guy #he makes me jump around like a jumping bean #hes too silly #my little munchkin #demon impulse

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blazzium · 10 months

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"He's not even looking. You could do it now, get it over with!"

"No... not a member of T.I.E.S... I'll go for someone else."

Boogeyman Impulse, my beloved! He was so cool during the entire episode! His mental battle in controlling the bloodlust when it came to his fellow team members? *Chef's kiss*. I will draw more Life Series stuff, even if it kills me.

#impulsesv #impulsesv fanart #hermitcraft impulse #impulse fanart #limited life #limited life fanart #tangotek #tangotek fanart #tango fanart #hermitcraft tango #limited life tango #limited life impulse #boogeyman impulse #life series #demon impulse #netherborn tango

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dont-doubt-dopple · 1 year

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A Ghost May Have Just Joined the Polycule

My gift for @savviathan as part of the @mcytblrholidayexchange that I was apart of. It was such a fun time writing these dorks and I'm so happy how this turned out. I hope you enjoy it.

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Word Count - 1,853

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Tango looked at Joker. Tango looked at Impulse. Impulse was giving him the same look he was pretty sure he had on his face. Tango looked back at Joker.

“We are not bringing the Tripods.”

“Why not?!” Joker whined, clutching one of the five tripods sitting in the truck. “They are invaluable tools in a ghost hunting exposition.”

“Do you know how many times I’ve tripped over those things?” Tango exclaimed. “Cause I’ve lost count at this point.”

“I haven’t.” Impulse added. “It’s 145 times”

“I hate your inhuman memory sometimes. But yeah, I trip on them. A lot. And there’s plenty of perfectly good surfaces to put the cameras on.”

“We’ve done over 145 hunts?” Joker asked, ignoring the objections to his precious tripod.

“Probably at least double that, yeah. Though I haven’t been keeping track.” Impulse confirmed.

“You don’t keep track of how many times we’ve hunted ghosts, but you do keep track of how many times I fall and embarrass myself over Joker’s Tripods??”

“Well what are we still waiting in the truck for? Let's go hunt some ghosts!” Impulse grabbed a spirit box and some salt and pushed open the doors of the truck. The winter air hit quickly, making him shiver. He could never get used to the cold.

“No, you’re not dodging that!” Tango yelled as he grabbed the journal and crucifix from the wall of the truck and followed Impulse out. “Get your demon butt back here!” Joker simply smiled, since the tripod denier basically got distracted from their objections, and followed his friends out with the camera and his invaluable tripod.

The house they were hunting in was a modest little home: a light blue two story high ranch with a basement according to the owner. They also stated that the last owner was apparently murdered there and is still haunting the place and it was really annoying to the college kids that were renting the place.

“Alright let’s find this ghost!” Impulse exclaimed, still ignoring Tango who looked like smoke was about to come out of his ears any minute. “Who wants upstairs, downstairs or ground floor?”

“You still never told me why you remember all the times I failed spectacularly.” Tango asked, moving around to block Impulse from going into the rest of the house. “And I’m not moving until you do.”

“You do realize he could just … pick you up?” Joker pointed out as he caught up to the two. “Like very easily.”

“Principle, Joker. Just … answer the question please or I will annoy you and be unproductive this entire hunt.”

“I do it for everyone, anyways, so you’re not special.” Impulse sighed. “Plus wouldn’t you keep track of something embarrassing that happened to your friends?”

“One, I am very special, thank you very much.” Tango puffed up his chest a little, making the others snicker a little. “Second, that is very much a true statement and I don’t like the feeling of being called out like this. Third, I’ll take upstairs. Always the least haunted of the floors.”

“Wait … how many times have I tripped over the tripods?” Joker asked as Tango headed upstairs.

“Seven. I’m going downstairs.” Impulse stated. “Also I'm 39, if you're curious.”

“Wow, we really trip over these things a lot.” Impulse nodded at the statement as he made his way into the basement. The place was mostly empty with not much more than a washer, dryer and boiler. There was some storage under the stairs and some shelf space but not much otherwise. Besides, empty space didn’t rule out a ghost.

“Any luck with you guys yet?” Tango radioed through the walkies they all had. “Upstairs is kind of dead right now.”

“You’ve been up there a total of 60 seconds max.” Joker rebutted.

“Yeah, 60 seconds too long and too silent. I feel like I’m going to trigger a hunt any second. Did these kids say where the activity and stuff was usually located?”

Impulse was about to respond when he heard something fall onto the concrete floor. “Just heard something in the basement. Give me a second.”

“Doesn’t surprise me. Basement is always the most haunted.” Tango added, and Impulse could practically hear the man grinning at him through the walkie. He ignored it though; he had a ghost to negotiate with.

“Hey there, uh, Ghostie. Really should have done more research if you just … happened to be murdered here to at least, like, know your name or something.”

“DONT BRING THAT UP!” The Spirit cried out, the small lightbulb hanging from the ceiling flickering from the outburst. Then, in a much quieter voice, “Sorry, I’m kind of sensitive about my death.”

“You good down there, Impulse?” Joker called down from the top of the stairs. “Seems you might have triggered it a bit. Lights were flickering up here.”

“Fine, I’m fine. Takes a lot to hurt me anyways. You guys can come down if you want.” Joker nodded as Impulse turned back to where he assumed the ghost was. “Hey, we’re not here to hurt you. We just want to help you pass on and stop haunting these kids, okay?”

“What does it matter?” The Spirit complained. “You can’t understand what I’m saying anyways.” A vase fell off the shelf, rolling into view from behind the stairs as Tango met up with them.

“Do we have an angry ghost here?” He asked, gripping his flashlight even harder than he already was.

“Not yet … he’s just frustrated we can’t understand him and thinks him talking to us doesn’t matter.” Impulse relayed.

“Does he know you can hear him because you’re a demon?”

“No, I haven’t gotten to that part yet.”

“Hold On.” The ghost floated out from behind the stairs, showing himself to Impulse for the first time. He had spiky black hair and a slight stubble framing his chin. The sleeves on his shirt were ripped, showing scarring on his arms all the way down. It was hard to tell the color of his shirt and tie from the pool of blood and stab wound present in his ghostly form. His legs were faded because he was a ghost, but based on how he held himself he looked to be about slightly taller than Tango. “You can hear me??”

“And see you, yeah. Hi, I’m Impulse. I am a demon who lives in the Underworld so I’m able to see things that are supposed to be there. These two accidentally summoned me …”

“Best accident ever, by the way.” Tango interjected. “You give the best cuddles.”

“Second that.” Joker added. “Also should I pull out the spirit box to see if we can hear the other side of this conversation?”

“Nah, that thing only really gives us every other word at best anyways.” Tango said.

“How did you accidentally get summoned?” The spirit asked. “Also I miss cuddles. Wish I could prove if what those other guys are saying is true.”

“Long story involving a garage sale, lack of common sense and lots of screaming.” Impulse said. “But that’s besides the point. The reason we’re here is we want to help you move on to the Afterlife.”

“But I don’t want to move on. I like it here and there’s a lot I haven’t seen and done. Well, can’t really do much here anyways. Kind of stuck in this basement.”

“What’s he saying?” Tango whispered, but Impulse waved him away.

“You can’t stay here though. Other people live here and they don’t want a ghost haunting their home.”

“Well, I can’t leave this place anyways. I’m kind of … attached to my murder weapon anyway. But I like life and people and I’m not ready to go into the light yet.” Impulse sighed and walked towards the storage under the stairs.

“Oh I think we have a tough one.” Joker commented as him and Tango moved to get a better view of what Impulse was doing.

“Pretty calm though for a ghost that seems unwilling to leave.” Tango added, and Joker simply nodded. Impulse pulled out the weapon from behind a false wall after a few minutes of searching: a battle axe still covered in dried blood with the words Red Winter carved into the handle. Impulse held it up cautiously, silently asking for confirmation.

“Yep, that’s the one.” The ghost confirmed. “That’s what killed me.”

“Why does someone just have that in their house?!” Tango exclaimed, seeing what Impulse found.

“I don’t know.” The ghost replied.

“Ghost doesn’t know.” Impulse repeated, before his hands and eyes began to glow yellow as he channeled the little spiritual magic he knew. “Dimitte spiritum tibi appositum.” A faint glow only Impulse and the Spirit could see glowed on the axe snapping in their ears.

“What was that?” He asked, floating closer to Impulse.

“This weapon holds no power over you anymore. You are free to do whatever you want.”

“I … I don’t know what to do. I’ve never had this kind of freedom since I died.”

“What’s happening now?” Joker asked. “What was that axe that you were holding?”

“That’s what killed our ghost here.” Impulse replied. “Now he just has to decide what he wants to do now.”

“And we’re just going to leave the murder weapon here? And just let whatever psycho did this get away with it?” Tango said, the anger apparent in his face and words. “We’ve got to find who did this and get justice.”

“Tango, we’re ghost hunters. Not detectives.” Impulse pointed out. “The two of you can’t just take on someone who is willing to kill when someone gets in his way.”

“I don’t need my murder solved.” The ghost said, floating between Impulse and the others. “I know what happened and have accepted that. I’m just … I want to stay here on Earth and pretend to be alive just a little longer.”

“Well, you can’t pretend to stay alive here. You need to go somewhere.”

“Can I pretend with you guys?”

“What?” Impulse said, before explaining the situation to Joker and Tango.

“First a demon, now a ghost.” Tango joked. “We’re just collecting all the supernatural entities into our friend group.”

“So guys are okay with this ghost just coming along?”

“My name is Skizzleman, by the way. Kind of rude you never asked that.”

“Sorry.”

“Yeah, the more the merrier.” Joker said, and Tango nodded in agreement. “I mean, it might be a little weird have a ghost hunting ghosts …”

“And that we can’t see this person.” Tango added.

“...And that we can’t see him, but we’ll figure it out.”

“There’s probably something in one of the supernatural books you picked up researching me about a spell to see ghosts.” Impulse concluded. “But I guess that’s that. Welcome to the team, Skizzleman.”

“Glad to be a part of one again.” Skizz said as he followed the group out of the house he’d been stuck in for the last several years. It may not be a new life, but it sure did feel like the start of something incredible.

#impulsesv #skizzleman #misterjokertv #tangotek #mcyt fanfiction #JITS #JITS Fanfic #mcyt #dopple work #fanfic #phasmophobia au #demon impulse #ghost skizzleman

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orangehalfpeeled · 8 months

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amongus impulse and random ren!

#hermitcraft #hermitblr #life series #rendog #impulsesv #demon impulse #impulse the imp #dog hybrid ren #renthedog #piercings #misc #they are so silly #my art #peeled art

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theworstbiscet · 3 months

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Let's see if people see this

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanart #mcyt fanart #impulsesv fanart #impulsesv #demon impulse #skizzleman #skizzleman fanart #dose of skizz #dose of impulse #teeny impy

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pearlescentlynx · 11 months

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Team ZIT. Tango has summoned a wild Impulse. Zed is terrified.

#team zit #hermitcraft #tangotek #zedaph #impulse #demon impulse #lynxs art

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queeryutb · 2 years

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i drew impulse!! hes probably one of my favorite hermits

#to be fair #i have like five favorite hermits #art #fanart #hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanart #fan art #impulsesv #hermitcraft impulse #hc impulse #impulse fanart #impulsesv fanart #dwarf impulse #demon impulse #its both :)#ill explain later lol

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cielcreations · 7 months

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A Demon's Claim (Part 1) - Team SITZ

Inspiration from Sirianna123 on AO3 and their story Demon AU - Electric Boogaloo.

Also, also, shipping obviously.

"Impy, Impy, Impy!" The succubus ran over, smiling as he hopped into the other's arms, "Impppppy~ They're holding another human auction~!"

The demon prince sighed, "Zedaph... You know I don't like those..."

"I know, but Tango and I just wanna check it out!" Zedaph smiled, "We don't have to buy any humans or anything like that, but can we please just check it out?"

"...Promise to just check it out?"

"Mhmm! Tango and I won't ask you to spend money, but pleeeeease? Just wanna go!"

Impulse hummed, "Fine..."

Zedaph cheered.

***

Tango and Zedaph hugged Impulse's arms tightly, thanking him over and over for letting them do this. The prince just smiled, kissing their foreheads. Human auctions were only held for rich demons and demon royalty, simply because humans were valuable but also very hard to catch with how much more careful they have become.

However, Impulse, the Prince of the Imps, the Prince of the First Ring, did not like these auctions. He wasn't a fan of humans, he didn't like them, he didn't understand what got his husbands so worked up about humans. However, he would do anything for his lovely husbands.

They got to the auction and were led to their seating. They waited for it to begin, Tango and Zed talking happily amongst themselves. After a few minutes, the light dimmed and the auctioneer walked out, welcoming everyone and explaining how the bids worked.

The first couple humans were okay. Nothing too special or to write home about, just basic looks. Some were nervous, some were confident, some were feisty.

Eventually, however, a beautiful avian walked onto the stage. Like all of the humans, he had chains on his wrists and ankles, his wings tied back in rope. His eyes were a vibrant blue, hair a dirty blonde. He wore a dirty and torn white tshirt that fell to his knees.

"Pretty..." Zed cooed, leaning forward.

"Mhmmm!" Tango nodded in agreement.

Impulse stared.

"We'll start the bid at $100,000!"

Impulse studied the avian. His blue eyes were staring down at the floor, his hands were shaking. He looked nervous, blushing a bit as he brushed his hair behind his ear.

"750! We got 750 over here, 750 going once-"

"One million." Impulse called, raising his hand.

The room went quiet as Tango and Zed looked at the prince. The avian looked up at Impulse, blushed, and looked down again.

"ONE MILLION!" The auctioneer exclaimed, "One million, do we got a 1.1 mil?"

Impulse glared at the auctioneer, yellow eyes glowing.

The auctioneer seemed to gulp, "One million going once, going twice, SOLD!" He said far quicker than before.

The rope around the avian's wings was cut and the cuffs were removed. The man walked over to Impulse, the prince pulling the avian into his lap.

The avian blushed, "A-Ah... H-Hi...?"

Impulse looked over him, eyes glowing yellow, "Are you tired?"

The man blinked before he nodded, eyes half lidded, "A-A bit..."

"You look exhausted. Go ahead and sleep, okay?"

The avian nodded. Impulse pulled him into his chest, petting him until he fell asleep.

***

The dirty blonde's eyes slowly fluttered open. He blinked, looking around, wings fluttering a bit. He was in a large bed with black sheets, the room dimly lit. The avian yawned, I didn't think I was tired. But when our eyes met... He rubbed his eyes, wings fluffing up and stretching.

"Ah, you're awake!"

The man turned and gasped, seeing one of the three demons who jumped onto the bed, right next to him, "U-Um, hi-"

"Hello! My name is Zedaph, but you can call me Zed! I'm a succubus! You're sooooooo cute and pretty! I can't believe it!" He smiled brightly, "What's your name?! How are your wings so pretty?! How do you take care of them?! Can we help with them?!"

"U-Um-"

"OH! I almost forgot! So, Impy is my husband and so is Tango, but Impy is the prince of the first ring and that's how we were able to be there to see you and-"

"Zed, calm down!" The succubus gasped as another person hugged him from behind, "You were also told to wait so we didn't overwhelm the cutie!"

"Awww, but he's so cute! I couldn't stop!"

"You both just can't listen, can you?"

The three looked at the brunette demon, walking over and sitting on the other side of the avian. He gently took his chin in his hand, tilting his head up, "What's your name?"

"S-Solidarity..." The dirty blonde blushed.

The brunette nodded, "My name is Impulse. You met Zed because he has no control. And the one holding him is Tango, a flame demon. How are you feeling? Hungry? Cold? Too hot?"

"U-Um, I-I'm okay." Solidarity blushed darkly, confused.

"Are you sure? We can get you food."

Before he could answer, his stomach growled and he blushed darkly.

"I'll get you food." Impulse teased, chuckling a bit.

Tango moved to take Impulse's place as the prince left. The two demons just stared at Solidarity, happily talking with him. The dirty blonde just blushed, staring at the two as they smiled, called him cute and pretty, and then telling him how happy and excited they were for him to be here. Impulse got back and offered him the food, Solidarity beginning to eat.

"How are you feeling?" Impulse asked after the dirty blonde finished eating.

"U-Um, fine?" Solidarity said, "A-A bit confused, to be honest."

"Confused? Why?" Tango asked.

"W-Well, I'm just..." He blushed, "W-What do you plan t-to do to me?"

"Nothing much!" Zed reassured, "I mean, we want you to marry us!"

"HUH?!" "ZED!"

"Whaaaaat?! It's truuuuuue!" The succubus exclaimed.

The flame demon looked at Solidarity, "Sorry about him, he has no impulse control." He smiled softly, "We want you to be comfortable and feel safe."

"We do want you to marry us, but only after you have fallen in love with us naturally." Impulse reassured, "Do not feel pressured to do anything you don't want to do. You are not a prisoner, a maid, or anything along those lines. As far as anyone else knows, you are my fiancé and will be treated with respect."

Solidarity blushed, "B-But... why me?"

Impulse, Zed, and Tango looked at each other, then looked back at Solidarity.

"Do we need a reason? We thought you were pretty and didn't want the other demons to have you." Impulse chuckled, "However, I do need to do something."

"W-What is it?"

"I need to put a claim on you. It's just so other demons will back off and won't hurt you."

Solidarity blinked, "That's it?"

"Well..." Impulse bit his bottom lip, "It's going to hurt. I need to bite into your neck and you'll probably pass out from the pain."

The dirty blonde squeaked.

"O-Or, if you'd like-" Zed quickly interrupted, "-o-one of us can always be by your side for now, until you're ready!"

Tango nodded, "We don't want to make you scared or uncomfortable, so if you don't want to do this, you don't have to."

Solidarity hesitated, "C-Can... Can I think about it?"

"Of course." Impulse kissed his forehead, "Take your time."

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