#Solid Soap

[customsoapcolorado]

[riickgrimes]

man rivals is GOOD like i know soap operas still exist but it is literally a modern day soap opera everyone is cheating on everyone with each other, friendships and partnerships are constantly tested as alliances switch and change, there’s some truly scummy reprehensible characters that you kinda love to hate, and it’s all set around british television production companies in the 1980s like it really just pulls you in so easily and you can’t put it down

[doodlesdreaming]

If you have anxiety, blow it up or find a safe place to catch your breath…

[boombox-fuckboy]

As a hobby worldbuilder who works primarily in what I assume is the weird fiction zone (with fair sized fantasy or scifi elements, depending on the project), I sometimes get stuck about what to do with the sky. If reality doesn't work the same, how do I account for the sun? Should I even have a moon and stars? If I do, are they true moon and stars, or an equivalent?

While you can gently sweep the conundrum under a rug, it can of course become part of the game. Here's some examples of solutions I've enjoyed:

Midst: The natural state of the universe is, in fact, light. Darkness acts like a reality-warping, breathable liquid. Midst is an islet, which here means it's one of many floating planetoids. Midst specifically floats and rotates slowly at the border of light and dark, causing day and night. The moon is an even smaller floating body, but it's mostly just there to explode. Space is dangerous not for breathing or temperature reasons but because you'll get ripped to shreds by floating mica.

Campaign: Skyjacks: The sun is the creation of the Sovereign (now dead patriarch god), and the stars were his angels. The Morningstar is the only one that doesn't move, guarding the empty throne, but the few remaining stars (angels) do, and also aren't always up there, which makes navigation difficult. There are so few stars now as most angels were cast out of the heavens a couple centuries back (when The Sovereign was slain). The moon was created by The Forest Queen, allowing her to see by the light of it, which she could not by the Sovereign's sun. If you fly an airship above the moon, she cannot see you.

The Mistholme Museum: Specifically, in the world of The Beast and The Queen, the stars are beetles, which roam about on the dome that is the sky. The sun? Different beetle.

[spicythistlesatdawn]

If dark stories aren't your taste please skip this one

Pairings: poly!141 x oc (Thistle)

CW: torture, ptsd, inaccurate medical and military stuff. dead dove do not eat. Angst. I am literally planning to hurt your feelings with this one. There will be some comfort because I'll be hurting my own feelings to write this as well

This fic has to do with how Thistle met 141 and why she's with them.

"Ach, cannea believe it's been six feckin years cartin yer ass aboot with us," Soap was slurring slightly, the third pint he'd been nursing was loosely gripped as he looked at Thistle. The dark-haired woman frowned and mulled that over. Six fuckin years. That was a long time to know people. It'd been five years of living with them, and four that the five of them had agreed to a tentative relationship. Today, they were celebrating her "birthday".

"Six years to the day," she said softly, watching how Simon settled into the booth and crowded Johnny closer to the middle. Keep the little shit from sprinting off as he tended to the deeper into his beer he got. Gaz was on her right, leaning his head on her shoulder as he simply mellowed out with the buzz in his veins and humming to whatever little tune played in his mind. Currently Hot to Go was the favorite of the hour.

"Does bein a year older feel much better this time 'round?" Simon asked as he hooked his arm around Johnny, the younger man mumbling something a tad incoherent. There was something to be said for this night, with each passing year the memories faded just a little more.

The room she was locked in was cold, dark. The only sound she could hear was an insistent drip of water meant to drive her out of her own head. There had been screaming earlier. Her throat was raw, so maybe it had been her screaming. She couldn't remember. She couldn't remember much currently. Shifting from the spot she had taken on her knees, a strangled noise left her. She must have been in this position for a while. Her knees had locked, and the slices up her right thigh had crusted over. Her entire left thigh felt like flames were eating at it, deep divots having been taken out of the flesh. She knew better than to make a noise, and noises made them mad.

"-le. Thistle." Her head snapped up, mind pulling from the trenches as she blinked rapidly. Price was staring at her now, concern etching even more wrinkles into that handsome face. "You with it, lovie?"

"Aye... yeah. I'm here, Cap..." she was not with it. Too much alcohol, it was wearing her mind down. Nagging at dormant memories. "The youngins look like they need carried home." She said even if she was barely older than Soap and Gaz by three years. The thirty year old numpties were by classification: lightweights. Soap more than Gaz.

Gaz was currently playing with her free hand, admiring the scars over her knuckles and on her fingertips as he flipped it over. To and fro. She turned her head and nuzzled her nose into the twists she had pain stakingly helped him manage over the last two months. "M'not in need of carryin' lovie..." he murmured tiredly. Giving a blissful sigh when Price pressed into his other side. Thistle was effectively caged in by her four burly men and felt an odd peace settle in her shoulders.

They'd managed to get everyone home, Kyle and Soap had been placed in a shared room with the ensuite bathroom in case the poor fuckers puked. Simon and John took the other shared bedroom down the hallway, and Thistle was curled up on the couch. She wasn't ready to crawl into bed, and while it irritated Price, Si seemed to understand. This day wasn't exactly easy. On this very day, they'd found her, lost, broken, couldn't even remember her own name.

It was raining the men who'd been in charge of "cleaning" her were being loud. Sneering something at her. Something she couldn't understand because she didn't know what language they spoke in. When they manhandled her to clean her, she didn't fight, said nothing, she was a limp doll. The limp doll was still kicked around. Spat on. Demeaned and degraded. It had been like this for so long. She didn't even have the strength anymore to scratch a line into the wall. She couldn't even remember why in the world she was scratching into the wall. What the lines meant. The only thought in her pretty battered little head was her favorite weed. The one that stung and bit and left pain in ones fingers for days. A simple little Thistle.

Head empty. It's quiet. There used to be more screaming, but she couldn't say when that had been. How many voices there might have been. Someone had been screaming a name, "Kassandra!!". That was dangerous. Names are weapons and knowledge that let's someone dig deeper. Sink their twisted claws into your skull. Rip it open and sip at your own personal being. It felt like someone was ripping into skin. The stench of blood was clogging her nose. Head empty. No thoughts.

She jerked hard in someone's arms when she was scooped up. Her fist flew before her brain could register the arms that held her. Gaz let out a yelp and dropped Thistle when she blinked her eyes open she saw the poor man cupping his nose. She could smell blood and had to smack a hand over her mouth. Turning away from the poor man as he backed away. Whining about his nose. "Mah nose... jesuhs fuck.."

"Christ, Thistle, what did ye do to poor Kyle?" Thistle wasn't able to respond, vaulting herself over the couch because her stomach would not fucking stop rolling. She was heaving now because she'd seen the crimson on Gaz's dark skin. Had caught another whiff of that vile copper. She didn't make it to a bathroom. Hands and knees wretching on the floor as Soap called for Price.

Distantly, Thistle was aware of more feet. Heavier steps. Someone calling her. Hands and knees, heaving until her stomach was emptied. Head throbbing.

Price was there in an instant, scooping up Thistle. Speaking lowly to Soap to get Kyle to the guest bathroom to clean up. He was aware of the way that Thistle went limp when he scooped her up. Clutching her that much closer as he took her to the master bedroom. Simon had put himself on clean-up duty in the end. Getting the rags and the scented cleaning supplies. Anything but bleach, knowing the lingering burn of it would make matters worse once Price managed to bring Thistle back to them.

"I didn't mean to startle her so bad.. I just wanted to bring her to bed with Tav and I," Simon listened quietly as Gaz explained softly. Johnny was currently in the process of starting laundry for Gaz. Making sure all signs of blood had been scrubbed away. She'd gotten Gaz pretty good with her flailing arm. He was touching his sore nose gingerly and looking it over with a down turn of his full lips.

"You know she'll be pleadin f'r forgiveness the moment she sees ya. Won't let you take none o' the blame," Simon soothed gently. They'd all startled her at one point or another. Hell, he'd scared the daylights out of her so badly once he was sporting a stab wound in his thigh. Gaz looked right wrankled about it, though. To some extent, the man was reasonably upset that he'd been whacked hard enough that now his nose looked slightly puffy, and his eye lids looked like he'd taken the brunt of a fist. But he was also beating himself up for scaring their Thistle so badly. None of them could actually predict when Thistle would come out of it. Price had gotten her bathed, dressed, and into the master bed. She'd yet to respond to the soft plea of their captain.

It's cold again. Her toes are sinking into snow, and she's running. Someone made a mistake. Someone left the door open. She'd been so motionless for so long. Nothing but a pile of mutilated flesh and blood. Reeking of infection and so still. The copper tang of blood clogged her nose. Not even fresh snow could clean it. Not even water when she fell through the river. Body shaking and mind reeling. Where was she. Who was she. Was this real? It must be. Red was staining the snow where she lay. Spreading its cruel tendrils and using her life force to soak into the soil. If she died here, she hoped thistles would bloom. She prayed that thistles would bloom in the hearts of those who wasted her blood. Wasted the blood of faces she no longer had a name to.

"Cap! Steamin' Jesus... Cap we goot a boady!"

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Feck it. This is part 1 my guys.

:) swearsies there'll be more.

[the-dragogirl]

it's been uhhh.. *squints* like.. more than a year since I last posted about my Metal Gear Solid journey.

the hyperfixation is well and alive, boys (gender neutral)!! I can safely assure you that an entire sketchbook has been filled with sketches of random MGS characters... can't scan any of them but I'll gladly give you some digital w.i.p.s I've made. :)

(let me know if you wanna see more of them please and thank you)

[robiinurheart33]

Horror movie 141 headcanons

Price: can handle anything. On the rare occasion he gets jump scared he just grumbles and gets embarrassed that he got caught off guard.

Ghost: doesn’t really join them to watch horror movies. He can get uncomfortable with the imagery and sound effects but it depends on the movie itself. He’s more in tuned with comedy/horror movies and never gets jumpscared.

Soap: only watches horror movies when Gaz invites him to. Jumps semi-occasionally but he’s the type to talk during the movie and piss everyone off. If there’s guns in the movie, he’s definitely going to complain about how inaccurate it is.

Gaz: horror movie veteran. The one who invites everyone to come together and watch it. Same as Soap, gets jumped semi-occasionally. He loves the thrill of watching a horror movie, especially psychological horror. When the timing lines up just right and all of 141 is able to watch together is when he enjoys it the most.

[ageless-aislynn]

List your 10 favorite characters from 10 different Fandoms, then tag 10 people!

Tagged by the ever-awesome @sarnakhwritesthings Thanks so much! 💖

I decided to do video game fandoms, just to change things up a bit. In alphabetical order by fandom just 'cause. 😉

Karlach, Baldur's Gate 3 (Wait, did I just sneak Astarion into here? Yes, yes, I did. Please anticipate that I will stretch the whole 10 favs from 10 different fandoms as faaaaaar as I can. 🤷‍♀️😂)

Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley, Call of Duty: Modern Warfare (And there's Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish, funny how that worked out, hm? 😇)

Frank West, Dead Rising (Also starring Ms. Leah Stein... 💖)

Kara, Detroit: Become Human (With bonus Alice and Luther, filling out my precious little android family! I also want to note that technically Connor and Hank along with Markus, Simon and North all tied for this spot. But I thought it might be pressing it just a bit too much to have 8 people all crammed into the "1 character" spot. See? Restraint, I has it! *coughcough* 😂😉)

Nyx Ulric, Final Fantasy XV: Kingsglaive (Yeah, so technically Kingsglaive is a movie not a game but it's in support of a game so that's close enough for me. Also, hello to the lovely Lunafreya Nox Fleuret. *waves Lunyx shipper flag liek woah*)

Master Chief John-117, Halo (And Cortana, my bestest girl! *smushes her together into a happily ever after with John* That's totally how they ended up in the video game series, don't let anybody tell you differently! *fist thump* 😇😉)

The Ryder twins, Mass Effect: Andromeda (Sara Ryder x Reyes Vidal is liiiiiiife to me! And I didn't have a Scott Ryder x Gil Brodie GIF so I just went full on and linked you to the vid I made. No, no, it was my pleasure, really. 😇😇😇😉 Sara x Vetra Nyx and Scott x Cora Harper also belong here. You know, in the 1 single character ONLY spot. *nodnods in I do what I want, Thor* 😂🤷‍♀️)

Quiet, Metal Gear Solid V: The Phantom Pain (Hello, Mr. Snake, sir, you're looking very well and TOTES not shippy here in this spot on my list, ahem! 😁😉)

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu, Resident Evil: Village (Wow, Karl Heisenberg, how completely unexpected of you to be in this GIF, too! *shocked Pikachu face* 😂😉)

Cal Kestis, Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order/Survivor (Merrin, my love! *sighs in fangirly shipperliness* "Shipperliness" is totally a word, too. Add it to your vocabulary today and impress all your friends! 😊😉)

No pressure tags: @officialnighttime @ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask @helix-enterprises117 @jemmalynette @ghostslillady @morganas-pendragons @jellotherelol @fandomdancer @authorjones @thefuzzybat and anybody else who might like to do this! *boops your nose politely* 🤗💖

[djinn-ale]

thanks for 200+ followers. to celebrate come look at a starscream i found at dollarama today

[customsoapcolorado]

[manderleyfire]

– But you did it for me. – I did it for us. No more secrets. No more lies.

Annabel Scholey and Jack Farthing in The Serial Killer's Wife (2024), dir. Laura Way

[starfall-calamity]

Goop lore

[soupyoupyoupy]

Small mgs doodle dump plus a cameo from soap

[deathblossomm]

Hey Neil Ellice nation!!! Since Neil is not so active, I have an activity for y'all

If you could cast Neil to be part of the live action of a comic book, manga, anime, video game or book that you like, which character from which franchise would it be?

Here are a few that I personally would love and I know he would be fabulous

-Midnighter / Lucas Trent from DC comics

(I have a whole post dedicated to this fancast)

Neil Ellice as Midnighter

-Naked Snake/Big Boss, Solid Snake and Venom Snake from the metal gear saga

-Slayer from the Doom saga

-Garen Crownguard from League of Legends

-Cyberpunk 2077

[lemon-wedges]

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