#fairy soap

[cottoncandycasketspray]

[myteaplace]

[may12324]

"Here, there Where the sight rather flees And the heartbeat leaks And the lighted mouth Rather chokes"

[120daysofsodomm]

[bustedjaws]

Some sketches from waiting for my class to start

I wanted to sketch out the damage done to Ghost’s wings that I talked about in a previous ask, as well as show off some of Ghost’s scars (and that dump truck lmao)

Not my final design for any of these just testing the waters

Also more of “Ghost fell first” stuff

[m-1-8]

Part 3 of: Fight Dirty The spar haunts our dear Lieutenant How far will he descend into madness? Part 1

[healinglights]

[ellivermicelli]

retaught myself how to gif so i could put some ghoap fairies for your feed

[cthulhusstepmom]

Evidence that Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish is not what he seems-Lt. SR:

Soap smells like rain, it took a while to put it together because it's not Soap himself that emits the odor, it just follows him. It's less potent inside and when it's sunny outdoors but if you concentrate it's always there.

He has never been observed touching a gun or grenades without gloves. Almost every other explosive he handles with no regard for his own safety gloves.

HE EATS WEIRD SHIT. While he doesn't eat much of the food on offer from the cafe, he does eat consistently when outdoors, usually plants or flowers. Things he has eaten: dandelions(edible), garlic(edible), thistle(edible but he ate it with the thorns), foxglove(toxic, showed no adverse reaction), Several unidentified flowers and berries, grass(technically edible?) Etc.

Will sometimes refuse to enter a place before abruptly going in. The data is not consistent between different buildings or locations. Further research is required.

Sharp teeth.

Groups things in nonsensical ways. He will only fill a magazine with bullets that total a multiple of 7 or 3. The same for what weights he uses in the gym. When drawing or eating he sorts by 4s. He traded his room to get #13 (right next door, coincidence?).

Cameras will not focus on him, whether photo or video he is never in focus regardless of distance or conditions.

He has never once been in medical for more than half an hour, usually much less. Even though his hands have light burns on them almost constantly.

Dogs hate him. He seems ambivalent towards them and he's never been bit that Ive seen. Cats adore him as do birds.

John MacTavish does not blush. Not for lack of trying even when genuinely flustered or hot, his skin does not flush.

Ghost sets down the small notebook with a minute sound of frustration. The evidence is all there but looking at it, what does it really say? Other than that he's an obsessive creep. A series of quirks and coincidences compiled by a paranoid son of a bitch into a fucking stalker journal. But still, Simon can't help but feel like he's right and he'd be dead a million times over if he simply disregarded his intuition. Even if it is something batshit insane.

At this point however it seems that it'll drive him mad far before it yields any answers. After scouring what little resources were comprehensible on the internet he'd started growing out his hair, intent on tying it in knots to prevent charms. Leaving him with a problem he'd not encountered since he'd first donned the mask: unruly curls and balaclavas don't mix well at all. He'd also kept a piece of stale bread in his pocket for days as he'd read it was a repellent to- and he can't even believe he's considering it-fairies. It backfired, if anything Johnny had been more attached to him and even more touchy than usual. He'd left a small deli cup full of coffee creamer outside his door overnight and found it neatly placed upside down where he'd left it with not a drop left. Ghost chalked that up to some wise guy playing a joke or an exceptionally dextrous cat and firmly shut the door on any other possibilities in his mind. His next test had been a gift of clothing mixed with complements, he'd read that both were likely to drive away any Other. It hadn't been a very extravagant gift, a new pair of gloves and a gruff "well done Johnny" but at the time it had seemed to be the final nail in the coffin as Soap had gone white as a sheet(he can do that but he can't blush???) and scurried off. A quiet dread had filled his stomach the whole day until Soap turned up at dinner, a little quieter than usual but wearing his new gloves and eating more than usual(a scoop and a half of mashed potatoes with 4 packets of butter and 2 packets of sour cream as well as a cookie. The main course of spaghetti and meatballs went untouched though Gaz snapped it up before it could truly go to waste). Though when Ghost returned to his room late that night after trudging through hours of paperwork he found a pile of tiny, aromatic, pink flowers on the floor in front of his door and on top of them a shiny metal comb. Simon's tired brain hardly stopped to think of any of the dire warnings he'd found on forum posts and folklore sites alike, crouching and tenderly retrieving the piece from its bed of flora, careful not to crush any of the tiny blooms. Well... With all the knots in his hair-purposeful and otherwise-he's going to need a sturdy comb anyway.

[clnclm]

.💛.

[writingoddess1125]

'She was a Fairy!-' 🧚‍♂️

I see TF 141 doing this shit-

*The team needs to be extracted from a forested area*

🪖 Price: "Star position lads!"

*He extends his arms since it keeps them stable*

🧢 Gaz: "I feel stupid-"

🧼 Soap: "I feel like a star!"

*Cackling like a maniac as he fully extends his arms and legs more then okay with the position*

👻 Ghost: "You all are fucking stupid-"

*Also has a single arm out to enjoy the breeze and keep them most stable*

🧼 Soap: "Ah you like it LT! We look like fairies on a God damn string!"

🧢 Gaz: "Never say that again-!"

*Price just laughs his ass off*

👻 Ghost: "For fuck sakes-"

[renjihoe]

You know I spent years making jokes about what I would do if my favorite animes came back and here we are in 2024 and almost all my top favs animes are or have already returned. Bleach, Fairy Tail, Horimiya, Kimi Ni Todoke, and now Kakuriyo!!! Yona of the Dawn season 2, Skip Beat, I know you’re out there somewhere, wait for me!

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGepJcH3A/

I swear this is so Merman!Soap coded.

ahhh oh my god. these comments are killing me:

the absolute brass ones to reach out and shove shark!Soap's head away from you mid-lunge... undaunted.....

remora reader could never. incompatible with her programming :')

[dolliestfairy]

Dᥱᥣіᥴᥲ𝗍ᥱ Bᥙᥒᥒ𝘺 Μᥱᥲძ᥆ᥕ ᮫ׅ ๋ 𝆹 ׅ ✧

Price, & Soap react to Meeting Chubby!fem!reader who is a Bunny Fairy! ૮₍ 𝁽ܫ𝁽 ₎ა

𖧷₊˚ Quick Explanation : Price & Soap is having a military duty in some whimsical forest nearby the Village only to met with an Ancient fairy bunny-like Creature.

𖧷₊˚ Warning : none that i aware of? probably a misspelled word and some broken english 💀 reader skin is not announced ♡

🩷 𓋜 Author note : This is a continuation of the previous fem!reader who is a chubby!fawn!fairy with ghost and konig but now with a different type of fairy & characters include. happy reading my fairies!

Remember 𝅄࣪ ׅ This fanfic is a Fantasy Sprinkle on a Military Genre 🧚🏻‍♀️୧₊˚ ᮫ׅ ๋ 𝆹 ׅ

✰ׄ Price

First Price meet you in the woods, there was a big lake around it, The Military Camp is also not too far from it. Price was just doing a Night-patroly until he see some bunny ears, what he thought was strange was that the bunny ears he saw were not on the ground but above the trees as if the bunny was flying, so at that time Price pointed his flashlight at the direction the bunny ears were Found and he found you peeking in the trees and when he pointed his flashlight at the lower direction he found your feet is not touching anything! he was shock but then he pointed his flashlight at every direction and he found out that you have a wings, a fairy-like wings, and after he found out what he had just witness he then said "What in the name of the god Kind of Creature are you?" He actually wanted to find out more but before he could do something, one of his comrades called him from a distance making him have to leave. at the almost morning time he cant sleep, a lot of his comrades already on their boo boo time but he still cant get rid the thought of meeting you. you were just a strange creature, Besides the woods, there was a Village, and 2 weeks before he can get into the camp he had to pass through the Village and stay up for a day and he found a rumours about an Animal Fairy that has a Animal-like ears like bunny, fawn, or even a cat with a fairy wings on them, the first time he heard the rumours and myth about a Maiden who has a Animal-like ears and fairy wings he didnt really think much of it, and yeah he didnt believe it either. but now he had witness it with his own eyes that he had seen a freaking bunny ears with fairy wings flying right in front of him in the middle of the night in the woods. he also have a conflict about if he should tell his comrades about this or not, although he think they probably wouldnt care about it much and there was a big chance that his comrades would probably called him "Ridiculous" or "Silly" for saying that he had seen a Bunny Fairy. later on the night After yesterday night, actually it wasn't his time to be out on patrol. that night was not his schedule, luckily though at that time one of his comrades that were in the schedule was sick and unable to patrol. price offered himself as a substitute for his sick friend to meet you again. so he patrol, much much deeper into the woods and lets just say he meets a hobbit house. at this point he think he had been gone to the other world, maybe it was your world. he then knock the door at your hobbit house only to be flinched because you were literally right behind him! you would say "Hi" to him and tell him your name and what kind of creature are you. he then also know that the hobbit house was actually the Village offering for a creature like you. The villagers made a hobbit house for a creature like you because they believe it was some sort of way to respect the ancient creature, you also told him your duty as non human creature you have to keep this forest and the village and the lake safe from any harm and so thats the reason why you had to check on him yesterday night. you both would become besties at this point, talking about everything that exist in this world and he even sometimes teach you the Military world and told you what he had been gone through only to find out later that you were one hundreds more older than him. at this rate he didnt really care about your size, shape or your skin color, he still love you and he would do anything to help you to protect The Village, The Forest and The lake. he also wont tell this secret to anyone because again he now knows who you are and since he wants to help you he will try everything to keep the things he knows as a secret.

✰ׄ Soap

First met when he was trying to take a bath in the lake, in the middle of the woods. the Military camp is also not far from it. he was just trying to relax himself from the Military Duty by taking a bath in the cold yet mild lake. after a while he felt like he was being watched by something so he tried looking around only to find a strange eyes looking at him through the trees and the leaves. he would be so fricking shy because he was literally naked! he would quickly grab a towel and sprint to the camp without caring about what is it and who is it. he then change in the camp because he was too embarassed to change in the lake when there was someone watching him. after he's done he would try to come back to the lake to see who it is. He would trail to where the eyes were up to only again, to meet a house that shaped like a hobbit. he would try to get inside but it was locked hard. he thinks its a sipirtual thing that Village has Offering the creature in the woods to so he wont force himself. he then come back to the camp at night and sleep. when he sleep he get dreamed by you who was apologizing because you just see him taking a peace-bath alone in the lake. he's not gonna say anything because he was just soo confused until you said "i see you visiting my nest. if you want to get to know about me we can talk later in the afternoon. in my nest." you then dissapeared and making soap having a lot more question. but he wont resist tho, not because you literally just invite him! so of course he would come to the hobbit house of yours, and only too find out a chubby maiden with bunny ears and fairy wings looking at him shyly. he would awkwardly introduce himself, and after that you would also try shyly to introduce yourself and what kind of creatures you are. you also beg him to not let the others know about you, he then said that he would try his best to keep this as a secret but theres a time where he cant help but let a few words that has a thing about you slip out of his mouth when he was with his comrades making them confused by what he just had muttering. but overall he loved you and be would like to keep you and his relationship as a secret. he would keep you safe from everything, and he even said something like "if i ever be the one that has caused this secret to be spilled you can come to me and kill me in my dreams, lovely bunny." he just love you so much.

[bustedjaws]

PixieHollow Au Wips

[bookshelf-in-progress]

The Memory Garden

Don’t go into the garden in the moonlight. You’ll want to if you see it out the window. The night-blooming flowers will shine in the stars’ silver fire and scent the air with delicate perfume. The air will be full of songs—the breath of the wind through the leaves, the chorus of insects and cheery little frogs, the sound of something sweet and faraway that you love but can’t quite name. The stone paths will glow white, promising a place to run fast and far and free until you reach the moon. One glimpse, and you will yearn to rush outside, forgoing sleep to join a world more beautiful than any you might find in your dreams.

Don’t go.

This castle has stood here for centuries, and in the moonlight, the gardens remember.

If you step outside, you’ll feel the air shift, feel an autumn coolness on your skin though the day was summer-warm. The stars will be unfamiliar, the constellations new and far away. You might see them spinning backward, slow and sly, or forward at a rate too fast for you to follow. You’ll see the moon full, then new, then crescent-thin in the space of a minute, or see it stand so huge and round and near that you’ll stare it full in the face and feel yourself age a year while you gaze.

You’ll look away from the sky when you hear voices around you. They will come from people standing on the paths, gazing in the fountain, wandering the rose garden, winding through the maze, or even standing at your elbow. They will wear the garb of a dozen different centuries, strange clothes you saw in the castle’s portrait gallery in the sane light of day. None of them will meet your eyes. None of them will look your way. They will wander past you, heedless of all but the beauties of the night, until you wonder if you are the ghost or they.

You will wind through every path in the garden a dozen times, unseen, unheard, and unspoken to beneath those strange and wild stars, and a loneliness will seize your heart and throat until it chokes you, and you stand on the edge of the fountain with watering eyes. You will long for your bed, for the breakfast table, for your ordinary daytime companions, but you won’t be able to remember if they were ever real.

You will weep, I think—for you’re no stronger than me—and in your tears you will forget the night, your fears, and even your own name. When you open your eyes, you will be shocked to see the stars yet shining, standing still and patient, keeping watch. The garden paths will be empty now, empty as your mind and heart, and you will gaze upon the world with newborn eyes, knowing nothing’s name, knowing only that you live and that the night is good.

The gardens will be still then. Not a breath of air will move. Every branch, tree, flower and leaf will sit as though carved from stone. If you speak, your voice will fall flat, muffled by the air. The stars will stand perfectly still—for an hour? For a year? For a lifetime? You will not know, for time itself will cease to move in that endless lonely moment.

Then a voice will speak your name; it will sound familiar yet strange, like a foreign word you’ve heard before but can’t define. You will spin around, searching the gardens, but see no face to match the voice. You will hear laughter and think of your mother as she pushed you in a swing that hung from the branch of your favorite tree. You will hear shouting and remember the last words you ever spoke to your brother. You will hear the barking of your childhood dog, hear songs from every Christmas of your life. Every sound will bring back a piece of yourself, and you will remember you were someone, with family and memories and love and home and kindness and courage and oh, so many regrets.

Then, with every corner you turn, you will see people—and you will know them. You will see your mother as she looked on the day when she first held you in your arms. You will see your childhood playfellows, with gap-toothed smiles and dirty knees. You will see your grandfather as he struggled on his deathbed. See your brother in the days when he still knew how to smile at you. You will see your childhood sweetheart as they looked on the day you lost them forever. You will see your own children yet unborn, the children of a dozen generations stretching far into the future. If you look into the waters of the fountain, you will see yourself, and not know, by your face, if you are old or young, adult or infant or child, a newborn babe or a thousand years old.

Everywhere you look, you will remember—where you are and where you’ve been, who you are and who you hope to be. You will remember the dreams you never fulfilled, remember who you could have been in a kinder world, remember days you have not lived and perhaps never will. You will remember countless moments of kindness you have too-long overlooked. You will remember things you have long forgotten and wish had remained in oblivion. You will remember everything—except how to leave the garden.

You will see a million faces in that garden, remember a million lifetimes—your own and those of people who have lived across a thousand years. The gardens around you will bloom and wither through too many seasons to count, but the moon and stars will never leave the sky. When you feel as though your bones and brains are old enough to turn to dust and ash, you will collapse somewhere on the edges of the garden, fall into a dreamless sleep—and wake what feels like a moment later, in the full light of day, with a gardener bending over you with a knowing look, as if he sees the effects of the night in your eyes.

You will return to your ordinary life after that, the very morning after the night you left your room, but part of you will remain always in the garden. It will call to you on every moonlit night, so that you will always yearn to enter the garden and feel whole once more.

If you do, don’t go.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you.