#also i feel like this etho goes so well with that red life bad boys xisuma i drew

[artsy-book]

24? With perhaps an etho?

drawing etho to this song was sooooo fun omg ^-^

spotify wrapped ask game :D

[theres-an-impulstor-among-us]

Hello V my beloved. It's me again.

As much as I love angst (which is a lot, you know me), could I get please some Tango and Impulse (maybe ft Etho or Skizz) 3rd life content where they are happy even fir tiny bit and just hanging together, enjoying life, doing something nice for each other?

extremely sad we haven’t gotten more team ITS content in 3rd Life T_T

...

  After the TNT trap fiasco, Tango visits Impulse at the wool castle in the swamp and invites him out for a walk. 

  “Is there anywhere in particular you wanna go?” Impulse inquires. “If not, there’s somewhere I’D like to go.”

  Tango shakes his head. “I don’t have anywhere in mind. Where do you want to go?”

  “I really want to go and check on Skizz. I haven’t seen him since he turned red.”

  “Is that wise?” asks Tango carefully. “Don’t get me wrong, I really want to see him. It’s just that… he only just got turned red an hour ago.”

  “Exactly. He must be really scared and angry and hurt and alone. I need to see him.”

  “Will we be safe?”

  Impulse shrugs. “I believe Skizz would never hurt us, red life or not. But it’s up to you whether you want to come.”

  After a moment, Tango nods. “Okay, I’ll come.”

  It takes the two about ten minutes to walk to Skizzle Point but when they do, they find no signs of life outside their best friend’s house. Frowning concernedly, Impulse hops over the fence and dashes up to the nearest iron door, which he knocks on several times. 

  “Skizz?” he calls. “Skizz, it’s Impulse. Are you here?”

  He gets no response, so he presses the stone button and lets himself in, followed by Tango. The house is deserted.

  “I wonder where he is,” murmurs Tango, glancing around.

  “No, he’s here. I can feel his presence.” Impulse raises his voice as he heads down the mine. “Skizz! Can you hear me, Skizz?”

  He continues calling his best friend’s name as he explores the mine, starting to get worried. Where can Skizz be? 

  Finally, he happens to glance down one of the strip mines and spots the figure of his best friend, huddled on the ground. 

  “Skizz,” he calls softly. “Hey.”

  Skizz glances up at him. Through the light of the torch above him, Impulse can see that his eyes are red and puffy.

  “Oh, buddy…”

  His heart aching, Impulse makes his way down the strip mine and kneels down beside Skizz. “Are you okay? What are you doing down here?”

  “I was trying to get some diamonds,” croaks Skizz. “I didn’t find any. Then I realised life is garbage and I decided to cry for a bit.”

  Impulse pulls his friend into a hug. “I’m so sorry. C’mon, let’s get you upstairs.”

  He helps Skizz to his feet and guides him out of the mine. Tango meets him on the stairs back up to the house. “Skizzletop! Are you okay?”

  “He’s a bit down at the moment,” Impulse replies, when Skizz doesn’t say anything. 

  They take Skizz outside and sit him down against the stone brick wall of his house. Impulse settles on one side and Tango on the other. 

  “You wanna talk about it, buddy?” Impulse asks gently.

  Skizz’s eyes stare at the ground numbly. “I just… I can’t believe I’m already on my red life. The first time, I was an idiot and looked at an enderman. I get that that was my own fault. And this time, I… I shouldn’t have stood so close to a live bomb. Do I deserve this, Impulse? Do I-.”

  “No,” says Impulse firmly. He hates interrupting Skizz but he knows him well enough to know that once his best friend goes down this spiralling path, it’s extremely hard to get him back again. “You’ve never deserved bad things happening to you and you never will.”

  “You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time,” Tango adds sympathetically. “That’s all it takes in this world, you know.”

  After a moment, Skizz nods slowly. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. I just… don’t know what to do now. Not only did I die but I also lost everything and now I haven’t even got enough iron for a full new set of armour. I’m scared to leave my house even during the day. One more death and…”

  “Okay, no.” Impulse rises to his feet and holds out his hand to Skizz. “I won’t have my best friend wander around in unenchanted iron armour. You’re on red, so I think you deserve a little treat.” 

  “A treat?” repeats Skizz in confusion. “What do you mean?”

  “Trust me, okay?” 

  After a moment, Skizz nods and takes Impulse’s hand. Impulse helps him to his feet. “Come with me.”

…

  The three go back to the swamp castle, where Tango and Skizz wait on the bridge outside while Impulse dashes into his room to fetch something. 

  He comes back out and presents Skizz with a full set of diamond armour, sans helmet. “Here! Sorry I didn’t get to enchant it yet, but we can go up to Renchanting and get that done for you, and I can also get feather falling four from my villagers for you too, as well as-.”

  “Whoa, whoa, wait!” Skizz waves his hands to stop his best friend. “Hold on a second. Are you seriously giving me diamond armour?!”

  Impulse nods earnestly. “Yeah! I gotta protect my best friend, you know? Don’t want you being taken out by a rogue creeper.” 

  “Oh my gosh…” Skizz blinks back tears. “Impulse… I… How can I repay you?”

  “Just don’t kill me and we’ll be even,” says Impulse teasingly.

  As Skizz’s mouth hangs open, Tango nudges him, grinning. “He didn’t do this for me, so I hope you know you’re special.”

  “Pipe down, green boy,” Impulse snickers. “You’ll get your turn when someone explodes you into a million pieces.”

  “W-When?” Tango splutters. “WHEN?!”

  Impulse and Skizz burst out laughing. 

  “I’d just like to remind you that you drenched four people in lava earlier, killing two of them,” Impulse laughs.

  “Hey, hey, hey. One of them was a cheaty cheater and never actually touched the lava. But yes, I will admit that I may have been responsible for two deaths today. I regret nothing. Frankly, I wish I’d killed more.”

  “Geez, dude,” murmurs Skizz, still giggling. “Are you sure you’re not a red lifer in disguise? You seem to be pretty bloodthirsty.”

  Tango shrugs nonchalantly. “People don’t bleed when you drop lava on ‘em.”

  “I want that on a t-shirt,” Impulse deadpans. ““People don’t bleed when you drop lava on them”.”

  This causes Skizz to dissolve into laughter again, and after a moment, Tango joins in. It feels good for Skizz to laugh with his best friends again. He’s had a rough week trying to survive and be loyal to his allies, but now, he’s starting to feel safe again. 

  He’s starting to feel happy again.