#solipsismisillegible

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ty for the tag @coarsely !! <333 here's a bit from one of the last scenes in malice :)

Finitude favored high-powered kicks, and Yalta had fought hard to neutralize the range and force he got out of them. He had about a foot and a half of height on her, but if there was one thing Malice had known about Yalta from day one, it was that her size just meant all that skill and intent was condensed. And she was probably a vector for rabies.

tag games taglist (ask to be + / -): @47crayons , @sleepy-night-child , @bladeverbena , @drippingmoon , @vellichor-virgo , @writing-is-a-martial-art , @wiz-is-sorta-a-writer , @thelaughingstag , @mj-is-writing , @hellowkatey , @asbestostrain , @gayskywalkcrs​ , @lorspolairepeluche , @thesunlikehoney , and anyone else who wants to do this !!

#malice in wonderland #solipsismisillegible #croidhe

[catboydogma]

got an ask from the fantastic @/mandaloria314 for the affection ask game (if u send me asks i'll kiss u on the mouth) w/ the prompt “15. A Hope We Don’t Get Caught Kiss for bobadin” 

Boba Fett was not an impulsive man. At the moment, however, there was nothing stopping him from grabbing Din by the front of his cowl, pushing his own helmet up with one hand, and leaning up on his toes to kiss the crook of Din’s neck. He wasn’t going to ask Din to take the helmet off—not in an exposed corridor—but Boba had always been a resourceful man. Din had plastered himself to the wall, stiff legged like a tooka taken by surprise, and had his hands curled around both Boba’s shoulders.

“Boba,” Din said, voice breaking into a whine as Boba pressed a kiss over his carotid.

Din’s hair was curly. Pieces peeked out from under the back of his helmet and coiled at the nape of his neck, inky black and shining in the dim lighting inside Boba’s palace. Boba had turned that thought over and over for weeks now in the quiet of his mind, wondering if the rest of his hair was curly or if the helmet made it frizz or if Din took good care of it.

“If Fennec finds us, she’ll never let us live it down,” Din said after a moment, leaning his head forward to bump the side of his helm against Boba’s temple.

“If Fennec finds us, she will never let you live it down,” Boba corrected, tugging Din’s cowl down further to kiss the slope of his shoulder.

“How altruistic,” Din said, vocoder turning his words even drier. Boba hid a laugh in the crook of Din’s neck, breathing in the scent of clean wool and beskar and blaster oil. Din had a delightful sense of wry gallows humor that fit almost perfectly with Boba’s. Sometimes it felt like he carried his heart on a leash around Din, and it was prone to great leaps and stutters, like an overexcited massiff straining to heel at Din’s feet. It was hard to hide and even harder to bear and sometimes Boba wondered that he might open his mouth and it would just slip up his throat, over his tongue, between his teeth and onto the hard stone floor. He missed Din when he wasn’t there and leaned towards him like a vine to the suns when he was.

“Never let it be said that I am not an utterly selfless man.” His hands fit almost perfectly in the dips just above Din’s hips. If Boba were the kind of man to believe in little gods, he thought he might find his religion in the way the two of them fit together.

“Sounds about right—”

“Maker, Fett, get a room. The two of you are like akks in spring, I’m gonna have to start carrying around a spray bottle.”

“Is it too late for me to fire her?” Boba asked against Din’s neck. Din just shook with laughter, one broad hand smoothing up and down Boba’s back.

#dinboba #bobadin #din djarin #the mandalorian #ask games #asks #boba fett #solipsismisillegible #if u see any typos. no u dont #kissing

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last line tag xxiv!

thank u for the tag @coarsely !! here's a recent bit from malice in wonderland :)

The sword smelled entirely unlike Malice or the woods or the damn fucking mushrooms. It smelled like the ocean, a little; and like the beast she’d killed with it, a little; and like some far off dream or memory—or dream-memory. Memory-dream. Malice puzzled over the distinction with her thick buzzing thoughts and swollen dry tongue before mentally shrugging. She’d be haunted by the smell of the sword (huh) until she managed to place it. That was just the way the cabbage boiled… most of the time…

tag games taglist (ask to be + / -): @47crayons , @sleepy-night-child , @bladeverbena , @drippingmoon , @vellichor-virgo , @writing-is-a-martial-art , @wiz-is-sorta-a-writer , @thelaughingstag , @mj-is-writing , @hellowkatey , @asbestostrain , @gayskywalkcrs​ , @lorspolairepeluche , @thesunlikehoney , and anyone else who wants to do this !!

#brieuc ... lmk if u want to b on the taglist as well #ty for the tag :))))) #tag games #last line tag #malice in wonderland #solipsismisillegible

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last line tag xxv!

ty for the tag @coarsely :D here's a bit from a chapter of malice in wonderland i've been chewing on recently

“If you fall over, I’ll be too busy laughing to tell Kej to stop and help you back up,” Yalta hissed, which was very thoughtful of her.

tag games taglist (ask to be + / -): @47crayons , @sleepy-night-child , @bladeverbena , @drippingmoon , @vellichor-virgo , @writing-is-a-martial-art , @wiz-is-sorta-a-writer , @thelaughingstag , @mj-is-writing , @hellowkatey , @asbestostrain , @gayskywalkcrs​ , @lorspolairepeluche , @thesunlikehoney , and anyone else who wants to do this !!

#tag games #last line tag #malice in wonderland #solipsismisillegible #bro WHYYYYYY is tumblr not letting me tag ANY of these people HELLOO

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last line tag xxiii

thank you @willowworkswithwords for the tag!!

RULES: post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic/ original/ anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence

this isn't one line lol so i shan't be tagging that many people but here's a bit from a vigilante's guide to knowing when to die:

Ira steepled her fingers over her cooling coffee mug and let the steam baste her face for a minute. Neri’s mind was an impenetrable fortress. For some reason, she only communicated via email when she was on-world—either from her “personal” or “business”, which were both misnomers because she used the same terse, ascetic voice regardless. She liked pretending she was social.

tag games taglist (ask to be + / -): @47crayons , @sleepy-night-child , @bladeverbena , @drippingmoon , @vellichor-virgo , @writing-is-a-martial-art , @wiz-is-sorta-a-writer , @thelaughingstag , @mj-is-writing , @hellowkatey , @asbestostrain , @gayskywalkcrs​ , @lorspolairepeluche , @thesunlikehoney , and anyone else who wants to do this !!

#bless thank u willow ive been wanting to do a writing tag for a while #need to get my ass into gear augh #demon city #a vigilante's guide #solipsismisillegible #tag games #now THOSE are tags i haven't used in a while

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word find tag xxxii!

thank u @vellichor-virgo for the tag!! it's been a HOT second lol but i do appreciate any and all tag games to come my way ❣️ my words were sweet, shine, snow, smile, and save! this is an inversion of malice in wonderland ft. the Jabberwock Who Ate Alice

Alice laid her lovely, heavy head on Faolan’s shoulder. Her pale hair shone like cornsilk and her skin was white as a corpse’s. The point of her lovely, pointy chin dug into Faolan’s deltoid like a dull canine. “You could leave it chipped and dulling,” she said. Her voice was high and sweet, like the girl she’d been when she’d first come across Wonderland.

--

“The next me,” Alice mused. Her skin and breath were cold as still snowmelt in the deep of winter. Faolan was a beast of flame and fang. Alice, beast or no, was of saltwater and silver. Mirrors within mirrors; lakes within lakes. “What if I’m all there is? What if you are all there is?”

“Neither of those things can be true. The story will turn on.” Faolan ducked under a low-hanging branch and hissed in frustration as the hilt of the sword snagged on the dangling vines. There was a smithy just beyond the tree line out there: Faolan could smell the forge and taste the hot iron behind its teeth. It had all the gear it needed save for a whetstone for this damn thing, but it was dangerously close to throwing in the towel and picking up the next appropriately-sized rock instead.

--

“You always were full of yourself,” Faolan muttered. Even before killing Alice, it had seen countless iterations of the girl come and go. She had always been arrogant in the way of a spoiled child, though, yet somehow charming and sweet enough to make up for it. As quick to smile as she’d been to cry. Not that Faolan would know firsthand. It had always been too busy getting “off with your head”-ed.

tag games taglist (ask to be + / -): @47crayons , @sleepy-night-child , @bladeverbena , @drippingmoon , @writing-is-a-martial-art , @wiz-is-sorta-a-writer , @thelaughingstag , @mj-is-writing , @hellowkatey , @asbestostrain , @gayskywalkcrs​ , @lorspolairepeluche , @thesunlikehoney , and anyone else who wants to do this !!

#croidhe #mirror malady #faolan #alice in wonderland #solipsismisillegible #tag games #word find tag #btwn classes and work and independent study research ive hardly had any time to rly sit down and write #but im gonna try and gear up for camp april nano over this week aaaaa

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wip wednesday

thank u for the tag @bladeverbena !! here’s a snippet from my current wip, an all-purpose vigilante’s guide to fuckery AKA what if i wrote demon city and demon eyes at the same time

“Obstructing justice, probably. You’re welcome, by the way, for saving your ass.” Skysteel pointed two fingers at him and he cocked his head, the movement jerky and stilted. “Which I am now trying to justify to myself.”

“You entered a situation you had no context for.” The vigilante turned away, glancing back at Skysteel over his shoulder. “Shortsighted.”

Well, no one had ever accused her of being a thoughtful and considerate person.

“No balls,” Skysteel retorted. “You were huddled in there like a mouse in a maze. You didn’t even need me to get you out, but you weren’t doing shit about it anyway. I won’t say you owe me for pulling your ass out a building actively being burnt down while getting pinned by a squad of riot cops, but maybe I’m not the one who needs better sight here, yeah?”

tag games taglist (ask to be + / -): @47crayons ,  @sleepy-night-child ,  @drippingmoon ,  @vellichor-virgo ,  @maderilien ,  @writing-is-a-martial-art ,  @wiz-is-sorta-a-writer ,  @thelaughingstag ,  @mj-is-writing ,  @hellowkatey ,  @rickshaww ,  @gayskywalkcrs​ ,  @lorspolairepeluche ,  and anyone else who wants to do this !!

#tag games #wip wednesday #demon eyes #demon city #solipsismisillegible

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thank u for the tag @lorspolairepeluche !! from EXHUMATION: 

“You are unnaturally strong,” Liam said into the silence that followed.

“It is part of my off-putting and unsettling charm.” Neasa shook her shoulders out and ducked into the mausoleum, Liam on her heels.

tag games taglist (ask to be + / -): @47crayons ,  @sleepy-night-child ,  @bladeverbena ,  @drippingmoon ,  @vellichor-virgo ,  @maderilien ,  @writing-is-a-martial-art ,  @wiz-is-sorta-a-writer ,  @thelaughingstag ,  @mj-is-writing ,  @hellowkatey ,  @rickshaww ,  @gayskywalkcrs​ ,  and anyone else who wants to do this !!

#arbiter #exhumation #solipsismisillegible #anrothan: why does neasa call you babygirl #liam: how about we stop talking for a while

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last line tag xxi!

thank u for the tag @vellichor-virgo !! here’s a bit from the silly little warm-ups i’ve been doing for the last three days with a head full of demon city thoughts :)

“We should go to California.” Skysteel didn’t move from her position at the edge of the roof, belly down and elbows propped beneath her chest.

“What’s in California?” Poltergeist was humoring her tonight. She could hear it in his voice. He didn’t move either, crouched as he was like a gargoyle a few feet from her. He had a pair of dinky little binoculars pressed to the front of his mask and Skysteel had to stifle a smile at the thought of Poltergeist at an opera house or going bird watching.

“Beaches.”

“We have beaches.”

“Not enough beach.” Skysteel held her hands about a foot apart, indicating too little space. “California has more beach. Better beach. Softer beach.”

“You don’t even go to the beach.”

“You don’t know that.” Skysteel paused, looking down at the empty street below. Stakeouts were the worst, and not just because she had the attention span of a coked-up golden retriever. “Maybe I don’t go to the beach because New York beaches suck.”

“You don’t mean that.” Poltergeist somehow managed to sound affronted and distracted at the same time, still peering down at the office high rise in front of them. His mask gleamed slightly in the pale moonlight, like a dish full of water. He felt like a lake in Skysteel’s awareness, though she didn’t have the same sort of peripheral awareness that most Dragich had—only the human sort of sense when someone was near, when she was being watched. Geist always felt like a cool, still lake, one that went miles deep and had great, subterranean caverns echoing with the fossils of beasts long-dead.

tag games taglist (ask to be + / -): @47crayons ,  @sleepy-night-child ,  @bladeverbena ,  @drippingmoon ,  @maderilien ,  @writing-is-a-martial-art ,  @wiz-is-sorta-a-writer ,  @thelaughingstag ,  @mj-is-writing ,  @hellowkatey ,  @rickshaww ,  @gayskywalkcrs​ ,  @lorspolairepeluche ,  and anyone else who wants to do this !!

#this is quite a bit more than one line HOWEVER. #last line tag #demon city #solipsismisillegible

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ok if i get in refs for nix, kirand, eden, and ira, i’ll be happy. bonus points EACH for lix tetrax, malice, vega noir, rinascz, formosa, risk, and the wilsons 

#double points for the wilsons due to deviation from typical character design (white) and there being two of them #im also having like. thoughts and feelings about my necromancers (specifically orrick graves and azalea parrish) but they must WAIT they #have got to wait. #and the skater bitches (essie nick katie ashley ian noel and eden but she's already on the List) but there r so many of them #and i would feel bad if i drew one (that wasn't eden) and not the rest #they r a package deal ur honor #eden is an exception not due to smth she did but due to my brain likes to roll her around like a cat w a marble #croidhe #solipsismisillegal #artfight 2022

[catboydogma]

six-sentence tuesday (??) for @codywanweek from the day two prompt :)

“He’s really strong,” Anakin said directly into Obi-Wan’s ear and it was only through sheer grit that Obi-Wan didn’t jump two feet into the air.

“Weren’t you supposed to leave early with Padmé?” Obi-Wan put one hand on Anakin’s shoulder and steered him to the lobby, still-wet skates tumping against the rubber flooring.

“Ye-es,” Anakin replied, looking shifty.

“Whatever you’re going to do, I want plausible deniability.” Obi-Wan waved a finger in Anakin’s face and jerked his hand back when Anakin snapped his teeth, flashing him a gleaming white grin.

#codywanweek2021 #solipsismisillegible #codywan #commander cody #cc-2224 | commander cody #obi-wan kenobi #fanfic #writing #star wars #the clone wars #tcw

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last line tag xvii!

thank u for the tag @vellichor-virgo !! 

previously on STIGMATA, in which blue Talks To His Mother: 

Sikan twisted to face him, slowly, as if she were made of stone. This close, he could hear the rattle of her breath in her lungs and the terrible effort it took for her to speak. “I know what I have made,” she whispered, teeth gleaming with each word. “And I know what you have become. You will always be what I have made you, Sepehr. Nothing more. Nothing less. Your birthright is a guthook sickness. Your legacy will be war. Your grave will be a culling.”

tag games taglist (ask to be + / -): @47crayons ,  @sleepy-night-child ,  @bladeverbena ,  @drippingmoon ,  @maderilien ,  @writing-is-a-martial-art ,  @wiz-is-sorta-a-writer ,  @thelaughingstag ,  @mj-is-writing ,  @hellowkatey ,  and anyone else who wants to do this !!

#last line tag #tag games #stigmata #sepehr fainn #sikan fainn #solipsismisillegible

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word find tag xxvii!

thank u for the tag @bladeverbena !! my words are harsh, forget / forgot, behind, desperate, and crave :)

harsh:

Lu and Vela were having a quiet discussion at Malice’s elbow, but her ears were just full of harsh ringing, like the wyvern’s roars were just echoing around in her skull.

forgot:

Turns out their motley crew—now with the addition of Malice—had been going around in circles the entire day.

“And you just… forgot the way back to your own house,” Malice said in disbelief.

“In our—”

“I mean—”

“In our defence,” Vega said, throwing a hand out to smack Yalta in the mouth. “The map is very confusing.”

“It’s just a map,” Malice said.

behind:

Malice was also not one for feelings. The stab of hurt in her sternum was in a tongue unfamiliar to her. The ache lacing each rib, each breath drawn through her tender and bloody lungs, was entirely foreign. Malice closed her eyes and inhaled the clean, slightly sweaty scent of Xike. He smelled like coppery monster blood and gunpowder and the tang of woodsmoke. He smelled like the woods behind her childhood home: safe and dark and secret.

desperate:

“In our defence,” Vega said, throwing a hand out to smack Yalta in the mouth. “The map is very confusing.”

“It’s just a map,” Malice said.

“Just a map,” Vega hissed. “Just a map, she says. Look at that and tell me—no, what, actually, don’t, I think you’re a witch with the way you—”

“Maybe y’just can’t read,” Yalta said, muffled, before licking a stripe up the palm of Vega’s hand and making a face. “Eugh. Y’needa shower.”

“We… kind of all need showers,” Fin said, settling a hand on Yalta’s shoulder and shaking her a little when she made a movement as if to lunge at Vega. “Desperately.”

crave:

“I crave the protection and peace of mind that only a big-ass sword can offer,” Malice told Kej. “Maybe even two big-ass swords.”

tag games taglist (ask to be + / -): @47crayons ,  @sleepy-night-child ,  @bladeverbena ,  @drippingmoon ,  @vellichor-virgo ,  @maderilien ,  @writing-is-a-martial-art ,  @wiz-is-sorta-a-writer ,  @thelaughingstag ,  @mj-is-writing ,  @hellowkatey ,  @rickshaww ,  @gayskywalkcrs ,  and anyone else who wants to do this !! your words are head, bent, slant, handle, and tip! 

#word find tag #tag games #solipsismisillegible #malice in wonderland

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word find xxiv!

thank u for the tag @vellichor-virgo !! this bit is from thee Newest addition to the SCU (Sol Cinematic Universe), MALICE. my words are ache, hurt, pain, sting, and burn, with bonus words heal and rest! 

ache:

A rustle heralded Xike climbing into bed beside her. Malice begrudgingly made room for Xike, not even caring when Xike jostled her injured arm. She ached from head to toe, high grade stuff notwithstanding. She’d done a number on herself.

Malice was not stupid. Most of the time. From a certain point of view.

She could acknowledge, however, that getting shot in the shoulder near a major artery and then gallivanting off to fight a wyvern five times her size—not the smartest thing she had ever done. Not the bravest, either, when she should have—

hurt + pain: 

Three. Hospitals were for wusses, ie Not Malice. Hospitals were for convalescing. Malice didn’t convalesce. If she concentrated hard enough, the infection making her pulse throb through her deltoid and trapezius and every muscle around and between the two would simply stop existing.

Four. Being sick was the stuff of the Devil. Her nose was stuffy. Her face hurt. Someone had come in and the click of the door echoed through her skull, thudding with sympathetic pain. Hurt was supposed to be something for lesser mortals, ie Not Malice

sting:

The back of Malice’s throat was hot with the sting of imminent tears. She manfully willed them away, turning her head to the side and talking into the bedspread instead of at Xike’s shoulder or eyebrows.

burn:

“Fine, fine, finefinefinefine,” Malice grumbled, like her throat didn’t feel like particularly dry sandpaper.

The first sip made her snap back with surprise.

This was ginger tea. It was honeyed to perfection and had the slight sting of spice, still warm to the point of burning. The tea soothed the nausea bubbling up in the pit of her stomach and cleared her pitifully sore sinuses all at once, leaving Malice nearly dizzy. She’d been out for so long that she was suddenly, achingly, ravenously hungry.

“Xike,” Malice said, somewhere between groggy and confused-as-hell. “Did you make me ginger tea?”

heal:

“I’ll be just fine.” Malice let her eyes closed—just for a second. She’d just rest here with Xike, then she’d be on her way. “I’ll heal up just fine, Xike, you know me. A stupid bullet couldn’t keep me down for long. I’m indestructible, you know that?”

Xike nodded in tacit agreement and let his knuckles skim up the underside of her forearm.

“You should rest,” Malice grumbled. If she drew up the blanket over the both of them, well, it was just ‘cause she didn’t want Xike to get cold and start complaining or something. Not like she was gonna sleep or anything.

rest:

Xike returned to hold her hand in both of hers. Malice refused to look at him. She didn’t want to rest. Xike wanted her to rest.

Ergo, they were at a stalemate. It didn’t matter that Malice was injured and hurting, because—

“I’ll find a way out,” Malice said aloud. She sounded better, no longer like she was actively dying.

tag games taglist (ask to be + / -): @47crayons ,  @sleepy-night-child ,  @bladeverbena ,  @drippingmoon ,  @maderilien ,  @writing-is-a-martial-art ,  @wiz-is-sorta-a-writer ,  @thelaughingstag ,  @mj-is-writing ,  @hellowkatey ,  @rickshaww ,  and anyone else who wants to do this !! your words are glass, ball, sheaf, edge, and vertigo! 

#tag games #find the word tag #malice in wonderland #solipsismisillegible

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day 2 an2022 update:

oouuubbvhhh im so sleepy. snibbet for the people

It was a cave. Malice craned her head back. Light shone faintly at the top of the hole. She looked forward. Daylight streamed from the entrance of the cave. It was red and sickly, like a blood sunset.

One: stay in the cave and cry. Un-fucking-likely.

Two: try to climb back up. Upsetting to think about.

Three: go forward and find out what the hell was going on. Exciting. Fresh. An alternative to crying.

Malice stepped forward.

#malice in wonderland #an2022 #solipsismisillegible

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word find xxii!

thank u for the tag, @vellichor-virgo !! my words are silent, sharp, shoulder, and strange :) once again all from two-headed mother 

silent:

The corridor was silent. It took Moran a long minute to realize, and then she turned and looked back down the hall.

sharp:

There was no light at the end of the tunnel—‘cause that’s what it sure fucken’ felt like—and there was no end to the stone, the beasts, the sharp cold and soft dark. Moran felt like that one chick in the labyrinth. Amy. Arachne. Aragorn. Whatever. She should have brought a ball of twine, or at least a piece of chalk.

shoulder:

Moran hitched her backpack higher up on her shoulders and followed the whisper of—the wind, maybe, or a draft—into the dark. Her phone flashlight, fumbled on after a long minute, cast the sides of the corridor into stark relief. Some parts of Kallerca were almost old as Earth itself. Moran wasn’t totally convinced that Earth had come first, actually; sometimes she thought that Kallerca had always existed, floated among the stars for millennia until this miserable ball of stardust and saltwater had coalesced.

strange:

It wasn’t a dead man. Moran picked up her phone, wiped it off on her pants. The light wobbled crazily. It wasn’t a dead man. It was a man carved out of stone, face grave and strange, a knocker in one bas relieved-hand.

tag games taglist (ask to be + / -): @47crayons ,  @sleepy-night-child ,  @bladeverbena ,  @drippingmoon ,  @maderilien ,  @writing-is-a-martial-art ,  @wiz-is-sorta-a-writer ,  @thelaughingstag ,  @mj-is-writing ,  @hellowkatey ,  @rickshaww ,  and anyone else who wants to do this !! your words are bottle, cup(ped), head, nod, and roll! 

#two-headed mother #tag games #word find tag #solipsismisillegible