[tattooedpalms]

SOLF J KIMBLEE

a study in being born a heretic, cracking facades, bloodlust, amorality, criticizing hypocrisy, living in a society, the right to survive, being a soldier, screaming as song, and perfectly pressed bespoke white suits

regurgitated by robin

rules / bio / headcanon / verses: csm, naruto, a:tla, grishaverse, hazbin hotel, tma

[tattooedpalms]

I am Alive.

[farginen]

“ it's just practice. ” 

precision seemed to be a matter of interest for alchemists, hawkeye notices. she could go as far as remembering her late father talk about it with great passion when she was little. and if she really tried, she could probably repeat one of his rants verbatim. from the importance of deep diving into specific fields to mastering all phases of the alchemical parts involved, only then the practitioner could exercise the pin point accuracy needed to use the transmutation of elements as a tool ⸺ or a weapon. none of this ever made much sense to riza, whose academic interests never quite aligned with her father's profession. but now having it mentioned by the crimson alchemist, she could at least visualize what he meant. how was right he was.. she hates that her father was right about all of this.

her head gives a soft shake in denial,  “ i'm okay. ”  another lie.  “ thank you, major. ”  the politeness at least is genuine, if a little skittish. almost hugging her sniper rifle and trying to make herself small, make herself take up less space. as if she could disappear.  “ but you should save your water. we may be here all day. ” 

[tattooedpalms]

"I had extra coffee this morning," Solf says. It still buzzes through his veins - or perhaps that's the screams of the people he just killed. Their faces still hang in front of him. He calls them up over the lunch break, the break from his work making him resentful. He still drinks some of the water. He almost passed out from dehydration last week; that won't do. It's easy to forget that he's mortal in the ecstasy of alchemy and blood that is his work here, but his body will give out on him if he doesn't pay the bare minimum bit of attention.

"You misunderstand me. I hit what I'm aiming for. But the alchemy destabilizes everything around it." He smiles in way that he thinks isn't ghoulish. "It's a good thing everyone's a target. Every building, too." He is not a weapon of assassination or subtlety - he is a weapon of mass destruction, and he glories in it.

[tattooedpalms]

@chmerical / mei

❝  your  principles?  don’t  be  an  asshole,  you  don’t  have  principles.  ❞

"I don't have your principles," Solf says, raising one finger. It's a distinction a heretic like him has to explain to regular people what feels like every time he speaks to them. He's starting to think every last one of them is stupid. "Most people don't actually have one. They simply . . . pretend they do, as convenient for what they already wished. The only thing I believe in is the right to survive of anyone who can claw their life out of death." He looks at her: young and ambitious, even more than he was at that age. He only wanted something interesting to do with his life - she wants immortality.

He will not admit he has the key. Not yet. It will cause problems of the kind he cannot deal with on his demanding schedule. "What things do you profess to believe in?"

[tattooedpalms]

With the stone, Solf can technically explode people with his alchemy by touching them but he doesn't do it because it gets everywhere!!!

[tattooedpalms]

starter call! plotting maybe

[scorpionfear]

         @tattooedpalms liked for a starter-

    Calpurnia gently breathed into her cupped hands - letting the subtle warmth warm bring some sort of comfort. The bloodied corpse she stood over was like a mangled mess of flesh - barely recognizable. Golden hues shifted from the mess at her feet to the crunch of footsteps in snow - focusing on the newcomer.

    " Oh...seems I've...been caught... " She murmured.

[tattooedpalms]

The mangled corpse is only recognizable by the scraps of blue uniform still clinging to it. The blood leaks into the snow around it, staining it bright and obvious. She has to be an alchemist - nobody else could do this kind of damage without an obvious weapon to a solider like that - but he sees no symbols. His guard is up, but he doesn't attack. Major Armstrong isn't who he works for.

Solf flexes his fingers almost unconsciously. "Who do you work for?" he asks, wondering what sort of answer he's going to get. Is this another Homunculus? Or another faction he must contend with to fulfill his orders?

[spaces0ngs]

'𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈'𝐌 𝐀 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆', 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄-𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐍 ! an exploration into the space western trope, with a verse compatible with trigun stampede, maximum and '98. 18+ only. * SPACES0NGS.

[tattooedpalms]

starter call! plotting maybe

[tattooedpalms]

@spaces0ngs / from here

Solf has no idea how someone who was not a heretic would respond to this situation: he looks at the wound with mild interest and wonders if it will eventually kill. "I've seen smaller wounds kill larger people." When he spends time with outlaws, he expects them to go out in loud, reckless displays.

He hands Iris the whiskey (cheap, disgusting) and bandages, paying close attention to what they do. Solf has been patching up his own wounds with extensive study he's been doing on medical textbooks and the philosopher's stone. Perhaps he could use them as a test subject if it gets too bad - see how far his studies have come.

"If it starts to kill you, would you prefer I blow you up instead? Infection is such a boring, artless way to die."

[tattooedpalms]

thank god nobody in amestris invented nuclear fission, solf would be incorrigible (and so irradiated)

[tattooedpalms]

basics of the naruto verse, may be edited in future:

Solf is from Iwa. He's kicked out after nabbing some super special village secrets and running off with them. (thinking chakra storage techniques)

His signature technique is using relatively small amounts of chakra in an opposing yin/yang dichotomy in order to create huge explosions. He uses the chakra he imbues to direct the explosion across the ground.

Here his parents are likely from another country: solf is a first-generation ninja.

Usually he shows up less in ninja-like capacities and more in that of war. Solf is a huge damage dealer but his hand-to-hand is not as good as it could be (still pretty good). The danger is his explodey hands.

He still has some kind of tattoos on his palms - they help him direct his chakra and mean he doesn't need the buildup of handsigns.

akatsuki verses available!

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THEY DON'T BOTHER SAYING THEY'RE DIFFERENT its evident in the cheeky grin. truth is, they probably won't make it to see prison, anyway. the call for their arrest says dead or alive but iris knows what that actually means; dead. they're just collateral, not important enough. maybe if they truly think they're an alchemist capable of blowing all their friends up, but a few seconds with them would reveal that they're nothing more than just a skilled shot.

❛ mhm, maybe they'll put us in together,   ❜ they continue, cheerfully. they have to keep talking as they sidestep the pools of blood because if they look for too long it'll be just like home. ❛ what do you say, bunkmates ? i'll even let you take the top bunk !   ❜

[tattooedpalms]

"I had cellmates back in Central," Solf says conversationally. "The first one wouldn't stop whistling off-tune . . . died in his sleep. The next one tried to intimidate me for food, he died throwing up blood. After the next one died they stopped trying to put people in with me." Solf didn't dare to use alchemy, lest he be actually searched or they started getting ideas about amputation, but septic poisoning isn't so hard in a prison.

Other people were either irritating or interrupted his one pleasure in prison: writing music. He even had some of it published under a pseudonym. "If they take me alive, they'll only sentence me to death again." That doesn't worry him. But taking away the stone or damaging his ability to do alchemy . . .

He steps back onto the path. The explosions might bring attention, which means they need to move fast in order to find their target.

[tattooedpalms]

gonna be on here writing some time this weekend! my mental health has taken a huge dive and this is already a secondary blog, so bear with me - but everything will still be answered, etc

[tattooedpalms]

*narrator voice* and it was a liar

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The default verse where Solf isn't in prison is one where the Homunculi do not exist and Amestris is just a regular war-crime committing country.

In one case, he still gets the stone, still kills his superiors, and is just sentenced to death after the war ends. He escapes and goes on the run, either settling down under an assumed name/committing for-pay crimes/joining another army depending on the verse.

In another, where the stones didn't exist, he just ends up being another war-crime committing alchemist who hangs out and tries to be a bureaucrat (usually he gets shunted to wherever war is because he blows things up otherwise.)

[edenmemes]

resident evil: 4 remake starters

❝ man, that stinks. ❞ ❝ this just keeps getting worse. ❞ ❝ you’re still a kid holding onto fantasies of what’s right and wrong. ❞ ❝ i’m gonna let you in on a little secret. just between us. ❞ ❝ the hell is going on? ❞ ❝ hey, we’re a team, right? ❞ ❝ where’s everyone going? bingo? ❞ ❝ you and me are two sides of the same coin. ❞ ❝ that’s just like you. you always had poor judgement. ❞ ❝ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❞ ❝ like i told you, i’m gonna get you home safe. ❞ ❝ i’m not falling for your mind games. ❞ ❝ you proved you can handle yourself. ❞ ❝ you haven’t changed a damn bit. ❞ ❝ you look like you’ve got something to say. ❞ ❝ gotta fix everything myself. ❞ ❝ you can’t run. you got to keep moving forward. ❞ ❝ you’re nothing but an extra in my script. ❞ ❝ i thought you were gonna die. ❞ ❝ i don’t pay you to ask questions. ❞ ❝ there’s no time for resting. ❞ ❝ revenge? you think i’m doing all this…for revenge? ❞ ❝ i need you to trust me, and do exactly as i say. ❞ ❝ you’re too soft to do what’s necessary. ❞ ❝ i know your potential better than anyone. ❞ ❝ you’ve made it all this way, but you haven’t learned a thing. ❞ ❝ maybe you’ll live to meet me again. ❞ ❝ the most important thing in this world is pure, unadulterated power. ❞ ❝ i’ve something to ask you…but i don’t think i’ll get a straight answer. ❞ ❝ you didn’t answer my question. what’re you after? ❞ ❝ you know, you were always an asshole. ❞ ❝ you have a strange sense of humor. ❞ ❝ you are nothing if not unyielding. ❞ ❝ i just wanna feel good about myself. make amends. or something like that. ❞ ❝ just give me a heads-up before you stab me next time, okay? ❞ ❝ it’s okay to be afraid, you know. ❞ ❝ what do you think? people can change, right? ❞ ❝ not looking good, eh, my friend? ❞ ❝ you try to save one person; a hundred others die. ❞ ❝ was that an act of defiance? against me? ❞ ❝ a well-tuned weapon can make up for a lack of skill. ❞ ❝ i’ll let myself out. ❞ ❝ you won’t get away with this. ❞ ❝ be a shame to live the rest of your life wondering ‘what if’ - am i right? ❞ ❝ you have the stench of battle on you. ❞ ❝ so, tell me, why did you come to this horrible place? ❞ ❝ you wanna help? cause i could use it. ❞ ❝ if i could just forget what happened that night, the pain - even for a second… ❞ ❝ i knew i could count on you. ❞ ❝ i think you’d be pretty dashing in it. ❞ ❝ i’m not used to having such good company. ❞ ❝ hey. it’s dangerous outside. ❞ ❝ god damn…i was almost a pancake. ❞ ❝ a lot of people have gone missing around here. and it’s been like that for a while now. ❞ ❝ sorry. i, uh, screwed up. ❞ ❝ i’m so scared. when that happened…i wasn’t myself any more. ❞ ❝ well done. you’ve proven yourself reliable. ❞ ❝ won’t be going anywhere in this thing. ❞ ❝ sorry, didn’t realize that was yours. ❞ ❝ this time, it can be different. it has to. ❞ ❝ everything will work out just fine. ❞ ❝ you missed. that’s not like you. ❞ ❝ come to my rescue, prince charming! ❞ ❝ sometimes it’s more fun not knowing. ❞ ❝ if you do well, i’ll make it worth your while. ❞ ❝ that hurts, you know. ❞ ❝ this is one hell of a gloomy place. ❞ ❝ why help me, though? what’s in it for you? ❞ ❝ oh, well, maybe just untie me then? ❞ ❝ knowledge is power. remember that. ❞ ❝ i can’t tell if that’s meant to be a compliment. ❞ ❝ i’m sure you’ll do your best to help me. ❞ ❝ bill me for the repairs later. ❞ ❝ it seemed like you really wanted to talk. ❞ ❝ you know, those things will kill you. ❞ ❝ you haven’t changed. you just think you have. ❞ ❝ don’t let the smallfry distract you from the big fish. ❞ ❝ quiet type, eh? ❞ ❝ guess you picked the wrong spot to vacation. ❞ ❝ a most warm welcome to my castle. ❞ ❝ bet you’ve been in spots like this before. ❞ ❝ to think you could be this foolish. ❞ ❝ give me a break already. ❞ ❝ i’m sorry. i wish i could do more to help. ❞ ❝ i don’t want to recall what happened down there. ❞ ❝ years haven’t been kind to us, i suppose. ❞ ❝ finally, some peace and quiet. ❞ ❝ who are you? and what are you doing here? ❞ ❝ i’m just an average guy who happens to be quite the ladies’ man. ❞ ❝ you should really be telling me what a good job i did. ❞ ❝ is this the first time you coughed up blood like this? ❞ ❝ so much for helping me. ❞ ❝ so, who are you working for this time? ❞ ❝ you think i’m gonna give up that easily? ❞ ❝ hey, are you sure you’re good? ❞ ❝ i’m gonna get you home safe. ❞ ❝ i have a plan. but you’re going to have to trust me. ❞ ❝ gimme some space. ❞ ❝ i don’t get you. why risk your life like this? ❞ ❝ it’s a little over-the-top, don’t you think? ❞ ❝ they’re coming! get behind me. ❞ ❝ does that hurt? are you in pain? distressed? ❞ ❝ you are really starting to become a giant pain in my ass. ❞ ❝ you know i don’t work and tell. ❞ ❝ you’ve done well to make it this far. ❞ ❝ tell someone who gives a shit. ❞ ❝ happy to help. now you owe me. ❞ ❝ are you just trying to use me again? ❞ ❝ what’re you, my mother? ❞ ❝ i’m definitely gonna catch a cold. ❞ ❝ this artwork…doesn’t it look like it’s telling some kind of story? ❞ ❝ what do we do? there’s no way out. ❞ ❝ what’s wrong with wanting the same for myself? ❞ ❝ it’s a little old fashioned for my taste. ❞ ❝ you’re losing your cool. making mistakes. ❞ ❝ don’t scare me like that. ❞ ❝ you’re slow. and so goddamn weak. ❞ ❝ wow, you’ve really gone all out for me! you shouldn’t have. ❞ ❝ i will send you back to the hell you came from. ❞ ❝ heheh, having a rough day? ❞ ❝ the reaper comes for cowards and the careless alike. which are you? ❞ ❝ i’ve got to think. need to get my head straight. ❞ ❝ i shall leave tomorrow. go far away. ❞ ❝ here’s my question…have you changed? ❞ ❝ we will beat this. together. ❞ ❝ what’s wrong? show no mercy! ❞ ❝ i admit - you’ve done well to stay alive this long. ❞ ❝ this means death. a slow, miserable death. ❞