#impulse and tango

[queendomcosplay]

My friend and I went to a con this last weekend as Impulse and Tango, and filmed this. Honestly, I adore this video. It’s super cute, just us messing around, but it’s something I could see Impulse doing with Tango

[lady-astras]

Febuwhump Day 6 - “You Lied to Me” (Impulse)

Day six, woohoo!!

He couldn’t think of any people who gave him trauma, or any fears. Well, he’d see once the door opened.

Faintly he wondered if he’d see Tango die like Tango saw him die. Tango had been rather clingy lately, much to Impulse’s amusement. Xisuma had done some digging and concluded that any figures present were the work of illusions or artificial intelligence. To take anything they said with a huge mound of salt. The Divinity were just trying to sow the seeds of doubt and fear in them by showing them just what they were capable of.

…Although Impulse was sure his parents had never hurt him and he certainly didn’t fear them. Well, he did, in the way one feared his parents, but not like some people he knew did.

But there they were, standing at the opposite end of the room. His dad, Granite, remained there with somewhat of a stern look, his signature for when his emotions were being carefully concealed. His mother, Sunstone, wore a look of worry and, strangely, apology.

“Impulse! How lovely to see you,” she said. The father just nodded gruffly.

“How are you doing outside the keep? People treating you well?”

“Perfectly fine,” Impulse said carefully. “Everyone’s been pretty kind.”

”Good, good,” his mother replied, tone a little strange. As though she’d been expecting the annswer and was hiding it with relief. There was an ever-tensing silence before his father broke it.

“We need to tell you something.”

“Oh?”

“Yes,” Sunstone blurted, “you know how as a kid we never let you go out of the keep because it was dangerous because of the elves?”

”Yeah..? I found it weird when I moved here because all the Elvin hermits were nice to me when I told them I was a dwarf. I just assumed things had changed. What about it?”

”Things didn’t change.” Granite inputted, “Truly. The elves never actually had a deal with us and vice versa.”

What?

It does make sense though, those threats were purely hypothetical. Always precursed with a major “if”. So… why did they prevent me from going out of the keep?

“You lied to me,” he found himself saying. His dad sighed apologetically, his mother adding,

“We’re sorry for the white lie. It was just too dangerous to let you go out there.”

”Why?” Impulse felt his voice go cold, autopilot taking over while his mind still reeled.

It doesn’t even sound that bad. But what would have happened if I’d listened to them and stayed inside, becoming a miner? Or an agriculturist? Would I have had a social life? Would I have been able to experience human culture? Would I even be here?

“We just thought it was safe. Being around Netherkind is dangerous. It was fine that you were interacting with other people outside of the dwarves until you told us your friend was blazeborne.”

”You just wanted to keep me away from Tango?” He gasped.

Granite shrugged, ever cold as the stone attributed with his name. “As we said. Fire doesn’t belong anywhere near here. We respect them from a distance, but that doesn’t mean we go befriending dangerous creatures.” Something clicked - it wasn’t the dwarves and the elves who had a rocky relationship - it was the dwarves and the blazeborne of all intelligent beings.

Was the room telling that fact to click? Or was it a thing? Once he was out of the room and away from these illusions of his parents the sunny blue skies would help clear his head. He’d go for a fly with Grian (who was seldom on the ground these past few days) and figure it out and it’d be solved.

With that in mind, he strode over to the door and tried to tug it open, only to find it locked, locked, locked. Impulse groaned in frustration. Twenty-four hours. He had to stay here and face his “parents” knowing that they (might have?) lied to him. Just to keep him away from his best friend. He laughed sardonically to himself. Wouldn’t this version of his parents practically kill him if they knew he was engaged to the very person they’d try to prevent him from seeing?

These illusions shouldn’t be getting to him.

~~

These hours had been painful, and what was worse, there was no way to tell the lapse of time because of course his comm was taken. All he could do was sit there with nothing to do but stay silent or make conversation with Sunstone and Garnet.

Or well, not the real Sunstone and Garnet, but for now, until he could talk to them, he was mad at his parents.

~~

”IMPY!!!” Tango cried happily the next morning. It made Impulse smile. Tango was usually more reserved about his emotions like that, still ever goofy though.

“Hi Tango,” He replied, wheezing as Tango enveloped him in a bone-crushing hug. Tango pushed him back, holding him by the shoulders with a concerned look.

“Are you alright? Did they do anything to you? Who did you see? Are you hurt? Is anyone else hurt? Impulse!”

“I’m fine, Tango, don’t worry.” After a second, he continued, “It helped that Xisuma told us about his illusions speculation. Although, I think I want to talk to my parents, especially since they were in that room. I’m not sure about how much power they have…”

“That’s a good idea. Want to go home?”

“Of course!” Impulse put his arm around Tango - as best as he could considering his rather short stature - and they walked cheerfully away from the Box toward Tango’s starter base.

A little bit of worry still was worming around in his mind, but it would be fine for now. Once he talked to the real Sunstone and Granite, and his worries were cleared up, everything would be fine.

[tylertyless]

I participated in Bayleaf’s (on instagram) DTIYS.

It was fun drawing hermits I don’t normally draw, generally fine even though I’m not too happy with the way it turned out.

[sushirens]

wasnt gonna bring this one over initially but impulse himself liked it so. i guess that makes it tumblr worthy as well

[chip-the-dip]

TANGOOOOO!!!

The ending :3

[samzier]

telling my great grandson this was skizzlemans first day on hermitcraft

[meboii27]

hi hermitblr i did these pieces a while ago

[rbbtstw]

🙏 What an exciting team for MCC!!! 💕

🔻Full versions!🔻

[vanitasgolden]

I've finally finished the Z.I.T Art that's been sitting on the shelf a bit too long

Hehe

[thunderjackal]

woah look at these dudes

life series members as weapons?? yes sir right away sir

[ys199711d2]

How to make a three types tango?

my english is poor, i use Translation software

[xkaru-karux]

The Punk Brothers

steampunk!Tango and cyberpunk!Impulse??? match made in heaven if you ask me

(tango design update, I gave him a top hat >:) he's a distinguished gentleman now)

[lady-astras]

Alt - Human Shield (Febuwhump Day 3)

Day three and it was already Tango’s turn. Gosh, there were so many other things he could be working on and worrying about. As of right now, they didn’t even have much information about whatever this was - just assumptions based on events and a concise, shaky note from Gem to Etho. 

But… what could he possibly fear? What would he see?

Face your fears, a deep resounding voice said as he stepped into the room. He was taken by surprise at how similar it was to the Decked Out II voice from last season, eerily similar. He’d know, because all the inner intricacies of the game were crafted by him (Tango was rather proud).

Xisuma was bound to be working on this right now, they could only hope that he’d have enough time before his turn to enter so that he could figure out what was going on before the inevitable traumatic event.

Speaking of… this was a war zone.

No, literally, he was in the middle of a war zone. Around him, he recognized some hermits. What were the hermits doing here? He looked around for each of their faces and spotted about half of them among the crowd of random warrior villagers. His eyes lingered on Scar, gazing almost toward the floor. Tango drew his gaze toward what he was looking at, and his breath caught.

Strewn along the muddy floor were bodies - dead ones, fatally injured ones, expected from war and battle, but it still made Tango flinch. He scrambled to look for any familiar faces, the hermits - and, and…

“Tango!” A familiar voice exclaimed behind him. He turned around to face Impulse, dwarven-style clothes tattered, fresh wounds dotting his face over old ones.

”Impulse? What happened? Are you-” Tango reached out to brush his face, but Impulse swatted his hand away impatiently.

”I’m fine, don’t bother with me. What about you? Are you fine? You look so clueless.”

“What’s happening anyway?”

”Well, another server attacked. We weren’t prepared, and Xisuma was too busy to anticipate anything and put up stronger defences around the spawn area.” Tango’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

The server was fine outside of this room, so… what exactly was going on in here? Did the room teleport him to an alternate universe or something? What in the void…”

”Tango? You good?”

”Been better, I guess, but alright for now.” There was silence as Impulse turned to contemplate the enemy. Their fiery tangerine and crimson weapons reminded Tango too much of home.

”Hey, would you-“ Tango gasped, the air pushed out from his lungs as Impulse shoved him aside suddenly.

”What was that for-…” his voice trailed off as he turned to glare at Impulse, but… “Did you just get hurt?” Impulse smiled with a wince.

”I mean, yeah, but it’s nothing I can’t - I can’t handle -“ That’s when Tango saw the arrow protruding from his shoulder, glowing faintly green - poison. If Impulse hadn’t shoved him out of the way, it would have hit him in the chest, definitely killing him. 

Not that it wasn’t going to kill Impulse too. Tango dragged him over to a secluded corner to figure out how to patch the wound. Pulling out the arrow might result in more damage and a faster death by blood loss, but leaving it in would let the poison seep into his body.

”Tango, stop mother-henning over me. I’m a dwarf, dwarves are pretty known for being hardy.” Impulse protested, attempting to cross his arms but flinching at the pain it required to do so. He let his arms drop to his sides, providing support against the earthy ground. Tango only shook his head, brushing his blonde locks away from his fiery eyes to get a better look.

“Impulse, what do I do? Where’s Doc? Or Joe, or anyone who can help - do you have any milk on you?” Hopefully, if anyone had some, it would negate the effect of the poison before it killed him. Impulse rolled his eyes.

“Do I look like I carry milk on me at all times? It’s not every day you get poisoned.”

“You live with Pearl,” Tango exclaimed exasperatedly, “how on earth do you not carry milk with you?” Impulse shrugged his good shoulder, coughing slightly. “Do we have a medical tent or something?” 

The dwarf considered. “I mean… There is one on the other side of the forest we’re fighting in.” Indeed, the battle had been raging in a forest clearing, so the dense wood had provided a haven for this conversation. Impulse leaned his head against the tree, looking up at the green-dappled light filtering through the canopy. “But it’s too far to do anything. Joe’s taking care of Scar and I think Stress had to run for medical supplies.” Their eyes met, crimson to warm chocolate.

“Tango. I don’t regret it, I would sacrifice myself for you all over again. One of us has to live, and you’ve always been the stronger one.”

“Impulse, are you giving up? You’re not giving up, say sike right now.”

“Tango…”

“We can- we can save you-”

“Tango, please, listen to me. I’m not worth it. You are.”

“You’re just as worth it as me, Impulse. I can’t lose you.” Tango pleaded, cupping Impulse’s face in his hands. They knelt there in silence, a few salty tears making their way down Tango’s face, quiet only punctuated by distant battle cries and Impulse’s shaky breath.

“Listen. You can’t help. The poison’s too fast-acting - I know it well. There isn’t a remedy yet, and anything that could diminish the effects should have been taken some time ago.”

“I can’t let you go.” At this point he was properly crying, a seemingly never ending influx of tears catching on the corners of his lips, filling his mouth with a salty taste. “I won’t let you go.”

Impulse sighed. “Tango…”

He didn’t finish the rest of his sentence. 

Somewhere in the distance, a door clicked open.

[kojitheopossum]

Happy (belated) HC Anniversary!!

Redraw of the hermit charity stream group photo but as their characters, og below cut

Reblogs greatly appreciated this took 18 hours o7

[correct-hermitcraft-quotes]

Tango: We're lovers. That's all you need to know.

Impulse: Platonic. This is a platonic relationship.

Skizz: Not to me!

[chip-the-dip]

(Screenshot redraw :3 )