#Skizzlemanweek

[listentothelittlebird]

day 2 of @skizzlemanweek sun/storm - I picked Storm!

word count: 872

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Sometimes, Skizz thinks he has always been meant for the stage. Mostly because his life often feels like a cartoon.

“Chase that letter! On your left! No, no your other left!”

The slip of white curls its way through the air like a taunting laugh, following the curves of the icy wind. 

Skizz can only focus on so many things. In grabbing for the letter, he hits a tree. In dodging a cliff, he loses sight of his prize.

“What’s even in there, anyway?” Skizz yells over the whistling wind. A storm is brewing, and it only spurs Skizz to fly faster. “Can we just leave it?”

Impulse flares his elytra into a glide just so that he can put his hand to his chin in a mock thoughtful pose. “Hm. No.”

“Aw, c’mon!” Skizz complains, because the twitch of his friend’s lips gives him away. Whatever this is leaves Impulse smiling, but in itself is not important enough to leave him panicking. Hm.

The letter has floated back down now, teetering just above the grassy terrain. Skizz swoops low, both hands outstretched, whooping as he finally snaps it up between his fingers.

Not a moment too soon, as Skizz feels the first drop of sky-cold water against his arm.

“Let’s go home!” Skizz swerves in the air, trying to do a U-turn. It only takes a laugh from Impulse to know he is going entirely the wrong way.

The droplets turn from light drips to pebbles to heavy stones. By the time they bust the door open, both of them are absolutely drenched.

Impulse shuts the door and herds Skizz towards the furnaces. He shucks off his elytra as he goes, the soggy wings falling off his back in a way that Skizz almost envies, his back heavy from ruffled and waterlogged feathers.

“You stay here.” Impulse pulls out a towel from a nearby chest and tosses it over Skizz’s head. By the time Skizz gets the energy to pull it off and start drying himself proper, Impulse is returning with more towels, along with blankets and pillows.

The furnaces are crackling with full fires now, the light popping of glowing embers a welcome change from the booming thunder and blinding lightning. The storm is muffled now that they are inside, flashes of light barely visible through the curtains against the windows.

They move to the couch when they are sufficiently dry, Impulse taking a new towel and delicately going over Skizz’s wings, pausing only to fuss over the blankets tucked around the couch’s edges.

“So,” Skizz starts, once they are settled with warmed carrots and stew. He takes one more bite of his food before he sets it down, and opens the bundle containing the precious package. “Are you going to tell me what was in this envelope?”

It happens again, the suppressed smile, the slight curve at the edge of his lips. Impulse sets down his soup and turns to face Skizz, this time with a slowly growing grin. He pulls out an envelope opener from his pocket, ever prepared.

“How about you open it and find out?”

Skizz raises an eyebrow and scans the envelope for clues. No stamp, which means Impulse received it from someone directly. He just came back from Hermitcraft, so…Tango? Or maybe Grian? He did knock down the guy’s flashlight tower the other day.

“This better not be a prank,” Skizz gripes, to test the waters. Impulse has always been bad at lying, and this time he does not try, just shakes his head immediately.

“Nope, not a prank. Not at all.”

Odd phrasing. It almost sounds important, for all that Impulse was happy to let it be lost to the wind.

Then again, they did spend time to chase it down. Maybe it is important.

“Alright. I’m opening it.”

The paper tears easily. Skizz knew whatever it contained had to be light, but he is still surprised when he only finds a single page inside, neatly folded into thirds.

He knows it is Xisuma’s handwriting the moment he fumbles it open. The admin of Hermitcraft has sent along little gifts and check-in letters often, along with reminders that he can arrange visits to see Impulse whenever he likes. 

Those writings had neat handwriting paired with the casualness of a friend. This has a different tone: formal, but no less warm.

After a unanimous vote, we are pleased to invite you to join us as a member of Hermitcraft from Season Ten onwards…

Skizz has to read it again, and again, and again. He skips the rest of the paragraphs, the details of the next season and the outline of server rules, and finds the very last line.

From the bottom of our hearts, we’d love to have you join us, Skizz. Hope to see you soon!

“This is for real?” Skizz finally looks back up, to where his friend of decades sits across from him. Just one glance of bright eyes and a grin wide enough to burst is enough to convince him. 

“It’s for real. Of course it’s for real!”

Yes, Skizz thinks he was always meant for the stage. Now the curtains have pulled back, and his new play has begun.

[rutellingmeashrimpfriedthisrice]

A bit late to starting this off but this was written for @skizzlemanweek !!!

Day One: Silent/Shout (Skango flavored)

Skizz wasn't subtle with his love. He'd gladly shout it from the rooftops and eagerly ramble about his boyfriend whenever the opportunity arose. In his mind, nothing could be more worth talking about than Tango, and the fact that of everyone in the world, Tango had chosen him.

Tango's love was quiet. All affection-filled looks and wordless actions to help Skizz out with whatever he may need. He'd gladly spend hours perfecting the redstone for a creation Skizz had big ideas for, or gather enough food to keep them both fed, all without needing to be asked first. He loved Skizz, and he knew that no matter what, Skizz loved him too.

Others may have seemed confused by the nature of their relationship, so warm and full of love despite their playful innuendos or particularly friendly comments. But they knew what they were, knew who they were. And that was enough for them.

"What do you think?" Tango asked, leaning in close to show off the sketch he'd made of the machine Skizz had described during one of their talks.

Skizz eyed the drawing in awe, delightfully surprised by the amount of effort and detail that Tango had put into it to make something tangible and possible from a throw-away idea Skizz had mentioned for a farm. He glanced up and wordlessly kissed Tango's cheek while the other man was still glancing down at the paper.

Tango's eyes widened as he stammered loudly, cheeks turning red as he looked away, flustered grin spreading across his face.

Skizz laughed, smiling so wide his cheeks ached as he slung an arm around his boyfriend's shoulders to pull him into a side hug. "It's perfect, Top." He said, resting his head against Tango’s until the other man relaxed against him in turn.

Skizz smiled and closed his eyes, savoring the moment before eventually opening his eyes again as he recounted his vision for the farm Tango had drawn up while Tango listened silently, occasionally nodding along or furrowing his brows in that handsome way Skizz recognized as him working out the logistics of the redstone involved.

He really loved that look on his face.

Skizz continued to talk for a bit before quieting down to watch Tango add onto his sketch, a lovesick grin on his face all the while.

(Sorry it's so short hope this is good!!)

[astronomodome]

almost forgot about @skizzlemanweek so here's a mini skizz. take him with you on your journey

[imtoohotmilk]

a little late but here’s my contribution for @skizzlemanweek day 2 Sun / Storm

[boiled-ginger-ale]

skizz week 2, day 2

prompt: sun/storm

i made skizz big this time. hes been designated as the team umbrella; downside is he gets wet, which he's a bit miffed about. he totally didn't get struck by lightning earlier lol//

obligatory @skizzlemanweek tag

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[flebdoodle]

Happy Skizz Week!!

Day 1/2 - Silent/Shout and Hybrid/AU for @skizzlemanweek ('Twas gone yesterday, unfortunately) I love Big Salmon and Skizz being a mafia member was not on my 2024 bingo card and yet here we are

An extra for your enjoyment

[honeylashofficial]

Go! What are you doing, go!! Draw Skizz Art! Write Skizz fanfiction! Show your appreciation for this gent. You know the spiel; he’s hilarious, he’s sweet, and he only wants the best for each and every one of us.

Let’s return him the favor. Let’s positively flood the hermit fanzone with doodles and rambles and absolute masterpieces this week. Let’s treat him like the legend he already is, and give credit where credit is massively overdue.

And don’t forget to tag @skizzlemanweek when posting your creations!! :D

[eluminium]

SKIZZLEMAN WEEK LETS GOO!!!! May not have actually written and finished something for like two years BUT SKIZZLEMAN WEEK IS MORE POWERFUL THAN PROCRASTINATION!!!!

Thank you @skizzlemanweek for organizing and creating these prompts!

Prompt 1: Silent/Shout

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It had been a weirdly silent few weeks on Magic Mountain.

Well, kind of. Of course, with seven hermits nearby and many more in horse riding distance, real silence is quite a rare phenomenon. But for the residents around Magic Mountain, an uncomfortable stillness louder than expected had settled into their hearts lately. As she cleans out the bones of her latest catch, Gem remembers mentioning it to Impulse recently.

"I didn't realize how much the man talks until he was gone. And now I'm like: Oh, this is what it's like for there to be silence, actually!"

The man in question? None other than Skizzleman, of course! Who isn't dead, just on some off-server business of some kind. At least that's what he told Gem and the others before leaving.

She rolls her eyes fondly at how Scar started talking about some conspiracy theory of his where Skizz is some heaven-sent spy barely a tick after Skizz took his leave. A rant that resulted in poor Mumbo explaining to a confused Joel that Scar's comic-book hero phase last season had some lasting side effects.

She unceremoniously drops the fish bones into the river outside her new anglerfish-shaped fish shop. They hit the water with a small splash before sinking into the murkiness below. Gotta give back to the river! Otherwise, it'll get mad. That's basic fisherwoman knowledge.

When she turns to head back inside so she can put the fish on the cutting boards away, her eyes catch the faint silhouette of Skizz's pyramid in the distance. The sight of it makes the silence around her somehow more prevalent. A sigh leaves her. She misses him. She never thought that the silence he leaves behind would suck this much.

But as she heads back inside, Gem reminds herself that she won't need to miss him for long. He said he'd only be gone for a few weeks, so he's due to be back pretty soon. Then she can go back to poking him for being old or something. In fact, she can almost hear him shout an overdramatic "HEYYY!" already as she points out that-

Wait.

She quickly drops the floppy boneless salmon in the chilled chest and rushes out the door. She may have a good imagination, but it's not THAT good! She looks around rapidly until her eyes catch something. Two figures in the distance. She squints, but it doesn't really help, so she pulls out a spyglass instead.

She can't help but gasp in surprised happiness when she spots familiar feathery wings and a bright spinning halo. It's Skizz! He's back!

Of course, Impulse stands next to him, his demonic tail flapping wildly in excitement. They seem to already be caught up in a conversation. Typical them, can't leave each other alone for five seconds. Seems like the perfect time for her to come and deliver some made-with-love Gem Punches!

But just as she's about to put the spyglass down and run over, she spots a shocking change in Impulse's facial expression. The happy smile decorating his face melts in a tick into something unreadable. (Fear? Annoyance? Teasing? A mix of that and more?) Confused, Gem stops and pans the spyglass over to Skizz's face. Is he…Is he making kissy faces at Impulse-?

Before she can even process what's going on, Impulse looks in her general direction and RUNS. Full-on sprints at top speed in a manner Gem would be impressed he could do if she wasn't so caught off guard. The spyglass quickly disappears into her inventory as she watches him approach with Skizz hot on his heels.

"GEM!!! HELP!!!" Impulse shouts in a clearly overdramatic tone.

"You can't run forever Dipple Dop!!!" Skizz cackles manically.

"What are you idiots doing?!" She tries to put on a tone of playful annoyance, but her amusement leaks through like water through a hole in a boat.

"He's gonna kiss me on the cheek, Gem!!! You gotta help me!!!" Impulse squeals as he runs around in circles on the shore, skillfully dodging Skizz's attempts to grab him.

Gem can't help it. She bursts out laughing so hard it almost hurts her throat. These dudes, she swears. Obviously, if Impulse was actually uncomfortable with the situation he'd tell Skizz, and they wouldn't have a silly goose chase on her front lawn, so she feels rather justified in cackling at his supposed misfortune. And she only laughs harder when Impulse lets out various desperate noises of desperation, which are comical enough that Skizz has to stop his chase because he's laughing too hard. His hands land on his knees as he completely loses it together with Gem. Impulse giggles and stops in his tracks instead of running further, all but confirming that they're just messing around.

"Wow, Gem! I beg for your help, and you laugh at me? I thought we were friends!" He says in an overly hurt tone while crossing his arms and sniffling dramatically.

Gem opens her mouth to respond, but before a single syllable leaves her, Skizz pounces on Impulse and finally scores his victory by snagging a smooch on the man's cheek. He even manages to catch Impulse in a hug. Gem lets out something between a cheer and an "awwwwwww!" as Impulse wiggles in his best friend's grasp.

"I missed you, Dipple Dop!" Skizz says with happy sincerity as he squeezes said Dipple Dop.

"Missed ya too buddy" Impulse responds, sounding like he's getting all air wrung out of him. He pats Skizz on the back. Skizz, in turn, lets him go and turns his eyes to Gem, still standing in the mouth of her anglerfish. He wastes no time jumping into the river, splashing water everywhere, and then swimming over to her.

"And I missed you too, Gemstone!" He cheers as she helps him up onto the solid (?) ground.

Gem can't help but smile as she tackles him for a hug of her own. As his sturdy and comfy arms wrap around her she feels, more than hears, how the hush around Magic Mountain fades away as one of its seven lively mountaineers has come home once again.

[daisy-bugs]

The Typical Case

Fandom: Hermitcraft, technically Phasmophobia

Pairing(s): platonic Team GIGGS

Summary: A little peek at what a usual work interaction is like for one Skizzle and Co.

Word Count: 372

Extra Details: This eensy guy is my first fic for @skizzlemanweek! Enjoy! :D

Link to AO3!

[a-plethora-of-peters]

Skizz Week 2, Day 1: Calm/Chaos!

I never posted anything for Skizz Week 1 (never even knew it existed then tbh), but when I saw @skizzlemanweek's post with the prompts, I knew I had to write a little something to share the joy this man generates for me with y'all!

So I've decided to use this week to make little So Much For Stardust drabbles that might be canon, might be AU, who knows! (Me, I know but details lol)

For those unaware or new to me, So Much For Stardust is a fic that I am writing where Skizz is a human that has been abducted from Earth and essentially tortured for a number of years. After being rescued from his abductors, he was placed into the care of the local outpost of the Sapience Outreach Specialists (SOS): Doctor Zedaph Pleighs (a sheep-like Fulgar Ovium), Mr. ImpulseSV (a demonic looking Inferni), and Doctor Tango of Clan Tek (a bouncy, fiery Ignis Petra). Their task is now to assess Skizz's sapience level and, if he proves to be on a level equal to the ZIT boys, start teaching him Galactic and all about various alien customs/cultures.

So let's get this Skizzleman Week 2 started with a little drabble about Stardust Skizz and the Calm that comes with stargazing...

People tend to be surprised when Skizz says that he likes to go stargazing.

They take in his punk rocker aesthetic, his history doing drumline for school that grew to using a full drum kit, his busy noisy family, and they're confused.

Why would he like stargazing? Isn't it too quiet and boring to him? Doesn't he think that the vastness of space is terrifying?

And they do have valid points.

But Skizz has always been a watchful sort of person.

Kinda had to be when his biological contributers were dicks that invited awful people over to their house all the time. Kinda had to be when he had been tossed into foster care and developed a reputation for being a problem kid for not standing down when people needed help. Kinda had to be when he was helping his dads figure out how to tell when his younger siblings needed help.

So he turned those watching skills to the stars.

It was... humbling.

To be in the middle of the desert at night with a vast, uncountable number of stars overhead, reminding him that he was small and maybe he didn't mean much in the long run but he was here right here right now being awed by the Milky Way swirling overhead.

The only sounds around him are the distant sounds of animals roaming the desert, the wind whistling over the sands and rattling the few plants, and the slow steady beating of his heart.

He truly feels at peace in those moments of calm that he rarely could find any other way.

It's honestly the cruelest thing that the aliens that had abducted him, the Defectors as Tango had said they called the assholes, could ever have done to him.

To forever destroy the calm and peace that the stars gave him...

[listentothelittlebird]

@skizzlemanweek day three: fight/fun! I picked Fun :)

word count: 971

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Skizz whistles to himself as he arcs through the wind, descending down towards PixelPulse Valley. 

“Dipple Dot!” Skizz yells out, expecting him to jump and laugh as his storage room clunks open. Instead, Skizz is met with an empty room.

“Dot?” Skizz paces into the room, doing a full circle as if he would find Impulse wedged between one of the corners. All he is met with is still rows of neatly categorised chests and bubbling lava above his head. 

Where is his buddy? Skizz checks his comm and, yes, it shows ImpulseSV as awake and moving. He flicks his comm to their chat page, which still shows Skizz’s unanswered texts.

It takes Skizz a moment to find the entrance to Dot’s current project, the course impressive and wonderfully decorated. If not for the fact that Skizz was rushing through it to find his friend, Skizz would have taken ages to walk through and admire every nook and crevice.

Skizz has to take a dip in the water, much to his disgruntlement. When he emerges and shakes off his wings, a familiar blur of yellow is there to meet him.

“Skizz!” True to his predictions, Impulse startles, hopping a good block into the air before ambling towards him. “What are you doing here?”

“I was looking for you, obviously!” Skizz shakes his wings again, making sure to flick the water in his friend’s direction. “Check your comm!”

“Oh!” Impulse startles, patting down his jacket, then his pants. “Ah, I think I took it off because I was working with so much water. I’m still not used to these new comms being waterproof, you know?”

“Yeah, I get that.” Skizz checks his own comm just in case, marveling when the device beeps to life with no issue. “Good for me, since I always forget about it.”

As Impulse rummages through his cluster of shulker boxes, Skizz takes a moment to take him in. His jacket and enchantments has made sure he is mostly dry, but his hair is still in disarray. His purple-tinted glasses are askew, and an unfinished redstone repeater is tucked haphazardly into his pocket, half of it dangling beside his leg. 

Impulse makes a noise of celebration as he holds up his comm. He wobbles as he shuts the lid, too preoccupied with scanning his message previews, and that makes the decision for Skizz.

“Okay!” Skizz claps, drawing his friend’s attention. “Let’s go.”

“Go?” Even as Impulse sighs, he still pockets his comm and wanders towards him, away from his boxes and boxes of multicoloured building materials. “Go where?”

Skizz grins, spreading his wings. “Away! Let’s get out of here!”

He takes flight, and almost instantly smashes into a dirt wall. 

Impulse laughs at him, the sound louder than his first rocket. 

“Come on, the exit’s here.”

Impulse leads them out into the open air, and from there Skizz takes over, swerving them away from the bustling cyberpunk city and towards their neighbours.

Impulse laughs when Tango’s base comes into view, following Skizz’s thoughts without a word.

After all, Dipple Dot is not the only person who needs a little fun every once and a while.

-

On hindsight, maybe walking into a newly-discovered trial chamber with no armour was a bad idea.

“Watch out for the kids!” Skizz hollers, swiping his sword in front of him as the little zombies do the monster equivalent of nipping at his ankles. “Man, I hate these guys!”

“I’m starting to think this was a bad idea,” Impulse despairs, safely perched on the locked ominous vault. A breeze had blasted him up there a few minutes ago, and there he has happily stayed, shooting arrows down below.

So Skizz shoots an arrow at him. “Come down and fight, you freeloader!”

“I’m helping!” Is the indignant reply. To his credit, the next shot actually lands, killing one of the husks. “See?”

Tango makes a string of blaze noises, a mixture of gurgling akin to lava and hissing akin to fire. “My shield’s gone!”

Skizz takes a swing at a Bogged, mouth twisting as the sword bounces off the golden armour with no issue.

Yeah, they need armour.

Skizz flares his wings and takes off, landing on a higher platform with enough force that the copper below his feet shudders. He checks that the platform is clear, away from mobs, before he cups his hands to his mouth and yells.

“Retreat, retreat!”

From there, they scramble back towards their bed and chests, laughing even while dodging the whirring flurry of wind charges. The breeze tries its best, but soon the chaos of an unfinished chamber is left behind them.

Their safe spot gives them a moment to rest. Skizz sighs as he slides down the copper wall, the metal cool against his back. The lamps cast their little bunker in a warm glow, shadows stretching along the beds and pulling their forms across the corners of the room. 

Maybe these lamps were the equivalent of the sun, for the people who used to live in these halls. With how hectic the fighting has been, Skizz almost forgets that this is all done by people long gone. 

The hours of mining copper, of waxing, of crafting trapdoors and lamps and everything in between. Whoever lived here before spent lifetimes to make these walls.

He falls asleep, just for a little while. When he blinks back awake, Impulse is waving a golden carrot in his face, a bowl of soup in his other hand.

“This is fun,” Tango concludes, as they finish gobbling their food and gear up to jump right back in like the lunatics they are. “Crazy, and a little scary, but fun!”

“Glad you’re enjoying it, Top!” Skizz gestures towards their safe zone exit with a sweep of his arm. “Ready for round two?”

[rutellingmeashrimpfriedthisrice]

Also a bit late for day two but we preserve. Written for @skizzlemanweek !!!! (Was this just an excuse to write wingfic/hornfic? Possibly <3 yes I know horns and antlers are different don't come for me deerblr)

Day Two: Hybrid/AU

Skizz sighed as he reached around his back, wings ruffling uncomfortably as he tried to scratch between them. He clicked his tongue in annoyance, perking up only moments later at the sound of Impulse entering the house.

"Dipple Dop!" He said, watching Impulse flinch before rubbing his neck with a sheepish grin. "Sorry, forgot you spook easier about this time." He apologized.

Impulse breathed deeply before smiling back softly. "It's okay." He reassured. "What's up, buddy?" He wondered, setting down his keys before walking closer, tail swaying idly.

"My stupid wings are itchy again." Skizz complained, and Impulse chuckled as he glanced them over with a raised brow and amused smile. "Didn't I preen them for you last week?"

"Yeah, but I use 'em a lot! They get messy." He defended with pink cheeks.

Impulse giggled and sat down on the other side of the couch, already turning to face Skizz's back. "I'm just kidding, you know I don't mind helping you out." He said, already getting to work brushing his hands gently against the other man's back.

Skizz did know, very much so in fact. Impulse always insisted on complimenting his wings while helping Skizz out, something that made Skizz impossibly happy and embarrassed every time.

Impulse wordlessly started, fingers gently brushing against Skizz's wings and occasionally plucking out stray or unruly feathers to set on the coffee table closeby. Skizz sighed in relief as the itchy sensation slowly left him, relaxing into Impulse's touch as the other man chuckled.

"Don't move too much, silly." He reminded, and Skizz smiled even though Impulse wouldn't see. He listened, though, doing his best to stay still despite how nice it felt to have his wings fussed over and cleaned like that.

Skizz sighed once Impulse had finished, stretching his wings a few times to check that they didn't feel odd anymore before tucking them against his back to slump back against the other man's chest. "Thank you." He groaned in relief.

Impulse just chuckled and ruffled his hair. "No problem."

Skizz glanced up at him, looking at Impulse upside down as his gaze drifted towards the small stubs of slowly reforming antlers. "How are those, by the way?" He wondered.

Impulse shrugged and rubbed his neck. He wasn't the type to ask for help but Skizz knew he didn't always take the best care of his horns during the regrowth period like demons were meant to do.

Oh well, if Skizz could be a bad angel by neglecting his wings, it was fine for Impulse to neglect his antlers a bit, too. Right?

"Let me at least look at them?" He suggested, and Impulse tensed before slowly reaching up to the bandages around his head while Skizz sat up to face him.

Skizz held onto Impulse's face, bringing it closer as he examined the flat stubs that would soon grow into his usual curved, singular point antlers.

"They look okay. Are you being careful with them?" Skizz wondered, raising a brow when Impulse stayed silent.

Impulse sighed. "I may have gotten into a scuffle with Tango today. We were just messing around!" He admitted.

Skizz pinched his cheek. "One of these days your horns are gonna fall off before they can even regrow properly and you'll have to restart the process all over again." He warned, and Impulse whined before pulling himself out of Skizz's reach.

"I know." He sighed, standing as he gathered up the feathers to toss them away. He paused on his way out the room and glanced back at the other man on the couch. "Thanks, Skizz." He said quietly.

Skizz grinned. "No problem, Dop." He said back with a nod, lying down with a sigh once Impulse left the room with his wings finally comfortable.

[thoughtsofananon]

@skizzlemanweek

Friend! Or should I say Buddy?

[primavera-weirdeggii]

Yall this is my favorite day so far. Get ready for @skizzlemanweek day 5!

Prompt 5: Stars/Hearts - Double Life AU!

(Also inspired by this art by @fence-time )

Gathered together in a large forest in a small/bordered world, fourteen people woke up.

As they woke up, they knew exactly where they were: another death game.

Skizz hovered above them on a cloud, watching as they wandered the world, looking for who they were destined to find: their soulmates.

And it was up to Skizz to pair them together.

As an Angel, Skizz had the unique ability to read people’s souls. Not explicitly, like words on a page, but rather implicitly, like palm reading.

He could read people’s souls, and he was tasked with pairing them up.

He had been mining in his single player world when two masked beings with elaborate wings appeared in front of him. Skizz recognized them as The Watchers.

Skizz had been participating in the Death Games for a while, but he wanted to take a break.

The watchers promised that he could skip the next round of the games, as long as he helped them in return.

And well, here he is.

Floating on a cloud over the server of Double Life.

He was only required to be there for the first day, to make sure that everyone found their partners and that nothing went wrong.

The watchers gave him free reign to pair up whoever he wanted, and Skizz did his best to make sure his friends would be in happy relationships.

He paired his best friend Impulse with Bdubs - because he knew, (from conversations behind closed doors,) that Impulse already had a thing for him, but was too shy to say anything.

Skizz didn’t pride himself on much, but he was one hell of a wingman!

For his buddy Tango, he had much less to go off of. He ended up choosing someone whose soul looked most compatible - Jimmy.

Grian and Scar had teamed up before, and their souls seemed like a decent match, so he figured, why not?

(The watchers seemed particularly happy when he paired Grian with Scar, for some reason.)

He had made sure to read each of his friends' souls carefully before selecting their partners. He wanted to make sure that they would be as happy as could be while on this server.

And after submitting all his choices to the watchers, they told him they would call him when the game began.

And here he is, watching his friends wake up, confused, with sudden knowledge in their heads that they had a soulmate, but with no idea of who.

Skizz decided to keep his eyes on Impulse, since he had the highest expectations for how he’d react to finding his soulmate.

Impulse broke away from the main group, going on a brief mining trip before returning to the surface.

Skizz grinned as he approached a nearby group of people. One of them just so happened to be Bdubs.

Skizz was way too high up to hear what they were saying, but he saw Impulse give Bdubs a shield, and then give one to Etho and Scar as well.

Skizz was nearly twitching with anticipation. At any moment now, someone could fall off a cliff or get punched, and then, boom! It’ll be raining hearts and their souls will be touched with love’s swift embrace.

Literally. It’s something only visible to an angel, but it’s true! When meeting one’s true love, their souls are tied together with an invisible thread of love!

Or, well, at least that’s what he’s heard. The other angels back home always told him that, but they also said it doesn’t happen for everyone. They also said the term “true love” is outdated, as people can have multiple true loves, or different types of true lovers.

The soul-embrace that occurs only signifies that the two people have high potential with each other, or have a high likelihood of getting along. The soul embrace can also happen between multiple people, from what he’s heard!

But, according to the Watchers, in this world people are limited to one soulmate, whom they will share their health with.

And the soul-bonds are temporary and will be removed immediately upon exit of this world.

Which is a bummer. But hey! At least he has the opportunity to create long-lasting friendships through means of a death game!

Skizz shook his head to get his thoughts back and focused his attention back to the group on the ground.

Scar had just come running from a cave, several arrows stuck in the end of his shield. He spoke with the others for a bit before Etho handed Impulse a sword, nudging him in the direction of the cave.

Impulse peered over the edge, clutching his shield and sword tight.

Then he toppled forward as Scar pushed him, arms pinwheeling as he fell into the cave.

Skizz watched a pain signal hit Impulse’s soul, then watched with wide eyes as it trailed along a thread that wasn’t there before, all the way to Bdubs.

Bdubs jumped as Impulse fell, turning around to yell at the person who pushed him, but stopped when he saw no one there.

He grabbed Etho's shoulder, presumably asking if he pushed him. Etho was too distracted by laughing at Impulse to notice.

Scar jumped in the cave after him, and Etho followed, leaving Bdubs behind looking very confused.

Skizz giggled as Bdubs followed behind them. He flopped down onto his stomach, kicking his feet behind him like a girl at a sleepover.

Now he only had to wait for Impulse to notice, and then sparks would fly!

A few minutes later, Scar left the cave with Bdubs, and for a moment Skizz was worried he’d missed the big moment. But when Impulse left with Etho, his soul was the same as when he’d entered, and Skizz knew he hadn’t missed his chance.

They reunited later in the day outside the pillager outpost. Everyone decided to attack the pillagers and rescue the allays, and Impulse and Bdubs were both part of the fight.

Skizz thought they had figured it out when Bdubs was getting shot, but Impulse just shared his food with Bdubs before continuing to fight the pillagers.

They ended up cooking mutton together, and Skizz simultaneously wanted to strangle Impulse out of frustration and hug him with excitement.

“Your soulmate is right there!” Skizz strained. “Cmon, why can’t you see it?”

At one point, Bdubs took damage directly in front of Impulse, and he still didn’t notice!

And Skizz could tell. He wouldn’t see the full effect of the soul-embrace unless both parties were aware of it.

So it’s not like Impulse was just pretending not to notice. He was just that oblivious.

Which Skizz really should’ve known by now. He’d seen how Bdubs acted around him without a soul bond and still couldn’t tell he was into him.

They followed Scar to the ravine to look for resources when Bdubs got hit by a skeleton.

Impulse shouted and grabbed his shoulder, whipping around to face the empty air behind him.

He looked confused for a moment before turning to look at Bdubs.

He had an arrow in his shoulder.

Bdubs ran past Impulse to kill a zombie that tried to sneak up on him, and Impulse stared as he passed.

The zombie hit Bdubs in the leg, and Impulse winced as he felt the hit as well.

Skizz was on the edge of his seat, watching as Impulse slowly walked up behind him.

As Bdubs slayed the zombie, he turned to face Impulse. The goofy grin he was wearing faltered as he looked at Impulse’s face.

Skizz frowned. He wished he could hear them, but he’d have to settle for reading lips.

“Bdubs,” Impulse said, “I think we’re soulmates.”

“Oh.” He said, jaw relaxed and stars in his eyes.

Skizz held his hands to his mouth. The anticipation was killing him!

Bdubs’ face broke out in a grin. “This is amazing!” He held out his hands. “This is us!”

Impulse smiled, taking Bdubs’ hands with his own. “This is us.”

A green thread slowly tied itself around their hearts as they linked hands. It circled around their arms before connecting at their conjoined hands.

Skizz watched in awe as the green light from their souls rippled outward from their chests like waves, each one taking the shape of a heart.

This is everything I’d ever imagined it’d be.

Impulse glanced up from their conjoined hands. “So. If we’re soulmates now, there’s something I should ask…”

Bdubs grinned even wider.

“I, um. Would you. Do you… are we, like… dating? Would you like to? Uh, date. I mean.”

Bdubs threw his head back with a cheer. “Finally! Yes, Impulse, I’d love to date you.”

Impulse ducked his head and grinned. “Great. So, now what do we-“

Impulse was cut off as Bdubs lifted his head and kissed him.

Skizz leaped up from his spot on the cloud and cheered. “Yeah, baby!” He gave himself a high five. “That’s what I’m talkin’ bout!”

The soul bond glowed a brighter green as they embraced, even long after the kiss ended.

They finally broke apart when Scar came up to them, loudly congratulating the cute couple.

They walked away side by side, already discussing plans for their shared house.

Skizz spent another moment celebrating to himself. He always knew he was a great wingman!

He might just stick around and see how the other soulmates will do!

This is gonna be a great game.

[boiled-ginger-ale]

skizz week 2, day 1

prompt: calm/chaos

me continuing my tiny skizz propaganda and also my hatred of coloring my sketches, because of course i am. i looooove him and impulse they are perfect <3<3<3

@skizzlemanweek i know you said to tag you but i am so sorry to curse your eyes with this blog