#diver!soap

[amazeingartist]

mermay

diver soap swimming with a prehistoric ghost

[ravensofcedar]

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[swirling-orbs-of-disorder]

Submarine Bath by Tatsuya Tanaka

“洗”水艦 scrubmarine

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

So as we know sharks are very territorial and sometimes little attention whores, they tend to love divers and get territorial over them with other sharks. So I was wondering if Price ever gets protective or territorial over remora reader with the others, or if he feels miffed when she spends time with the others more than him? If some part of him likes her cleaning him and only him?

using this as a follow up to shark mer Price being a territorial bastard >:)

to recap: Price is super protective over you--you're his territory--but you spending time with the Ghost, Gaz, and Soap doesn't bother him because they're his territory too.

however this does not extend to anyone outside the 141. this is a problem because you're naturally curious. because you're a remora mer, right?

and way too friendly for your own good. and extra extra prone to lapsing into a fawn response instead of a fight or flight response.

so you can't really blame Price for being kind of overprotective.

when he's not around, you can bet you're juuuuust dumb enough to swim right up to, say, a diver. or even the small diving boats humans putter around in near the reef.

you might meet a friendly human diver like perhaps Alex Keller (◕▿◕✿)

who for sure doesn't mind your poking and prodding and general lack of boundaries.

he's totally chill about it. actually he's into it. he loves your curiosity! swimming with mer is rare. being this close to one is a dream.

you're basically doing this (video).

you're idly aware that he's examining you as you're examining him, but it doesn't stop you from checking out his suit, his tank, his legs--weird plastic fin-feet he's got--you'd even pull his goggles right off his face if he's not careful.

you have more curiosity than sense. so does he.

because the moment Price sees you, he immediately pushes his way into the middle of this little... mutual exploration you're allowing to happen.

more accurately, he snatches you away. diver Alex is lucky if he escapes with a glare instead of a warning bite.

you, meanwhile, are fucking grounded.

plead ignorance if you want, but you know it's against the rules to do what you did.

you were sort of hoping you could avoid punishment by acting cute. or by not getting caught in the first place. idiot.

no dice. Price takes you straight back to his cave--and you are to stay there. you'd better stay put on your own free will, too. Price isn't above tying you up. he knows Gaz will feed you anyway.

and Gaz is the only one allowed in. if he's good.

it sucks for everyone when you're grounded. Soap is bored and horny out of his mind. Ghost says nothing, but he conspicuously moves his usual day-sleeping spot closer to the entrance of the cave.

how long can you expect it to last? you're not sure. maybe until Price isn't fuming at the thought of you getting snatched up like a goldfish in an aquarium net.

more mer au / more Price / masterlist

[ghcstao3]

marine biologist/diver!ghost x selkie!soap au Thoughts

marine biologist ghost who, whenever he has spare time, will go diving with some colleagues to collect trash from the ocean—because maybe it doesn’t make a huge, immediate impact, but it still means something is being done.

then one day while diving, ghost is accompanied by a seal. at first it only observes, and ghost is plenty happy to admire from afar, but then the seal is cozying up to him. it latches onto his leg, nudges him with its snout—even directs ghost and his group to trash that’s otherwise pretty well hidden, wedged beneath coral and rocks and sand.

it saddens ghost, just a little, when the sky starts getting dark and they have to head back. he doesn’t want to abandon his new friend—it’s rare they have wildlife hang around for this long—but unfortunately it’s not safe to wait any longer before going home.

but then the next time they’re able to go diving, the seal is there again. it plays at the same routine, helping out and goofing around, sticking dutifully by ghost’s side even when there’s others along with him. and time after time, it’s the same thing. no matter where the group is, the seal somehow always finds him. they end up lending it the nickname soap, after the odd amount of empty bottles of cleaning products the seal seems to locate for them.

it’s maybe a few months later that soap doesn’t show up, and it’s an instant cause for concern; there’s no reason soap should be missing. they’re in a similar area that the seal likely frequents, there’s no reason for soap to have moved or be huddled away with other seals to have pups.

the group worries, but there’s nothing they can do but theorize and assume as they carry out their regular chore. it’s only a once-off, by this point. maybe soap just didn’t feel like coming out to play just this one time.

but it happens again and again. soap doesn’t appear once, and it has the group of scientists worried sick. but without a tracker, or even a real idea of where soap might frequent when he’s not helping the group, there’s nothing they can do.

they return to shore later than usual one night. it’s completely dark by the time they dock, and ghost waves everyone ahead to go home because they’re all tired, he can manage clean-up by himself.

ghost is just about finished packing up when he sees the figure at the end of the dock. the marina is like a ghost town otherwise, nothing but the sound of turning waves and boats gentle bumping up against the port. ghost approaches slowly, not knowing what other business one could possibly have at the water this late.

“you lost, mate?” ghost wonders cautiously.

the figure steps closer, silver moonlight revealing some of his features. the man looks about ghost’s age, maybe younger—only it’s hard to tell with the haggard look on his face, as he nervously wrings his fingers and avoids ghost’s gaze.

“i’m… sorry i haven’t been around,” he apologizes, and ghost frowns. “someone… someone took my coat.”

ghost’s brow furrows. “i don’t… your coat? i’m not sure i underst—“

“my coat,” the man affirms. “i need it to swim. which is why i haven’t been able to help lately.”

not certain how it’s possible, ghost grows even more confused. he doesn’t get it—a coat to swim? being able to help? nothing makes sense.

“you’ve lost me,” ghost says, shaking his head. “wish i could help, but—“

as ghost tries to push past, the man seizes his arm. he peers up at ghost pleadingly, and while ghost had wanted to conclude the man was drunk or high or something—he hesitates, seeing that look.

“have you ever heard of selkies?” the man asks, an edge of desperation in his voice.

ghost shrugs. “sure i have.” he’s hardly well-versed in mythical creatures, but he knows the gist.

the man doesn’t say anything—just continues to look at ghost with those sad eyes, a plea for understanding like an explanation couldn’t be spoken aloud. so ghost thinks on it a moment.

the coat, the inability to swim without it. not helping out and not being there starting to sound like a reference to soap. to the seal.

ghost’s eyebrows nearly raise to his hairline in disbelief.

“you’re not really saying you’re soap, are you?”

maybe-soap frowns. “who’s that?”

right. “i mean the seal that’s been following our diving trips,” ghost clarifies. “and you’re saying… because your coat is gone—“

“taken,” soap corrects, “i couldn’t go. i wanted to find you, but i didn’t know how, and… and…”

soap looks frazzled, like his brain has disconnected from his mouth and hands in empty gestures in words trying to convey what he’s thinking.

ghost tentatively sets his crate of gear on the wooden planks of the dock before placing his hands on either one of soap’s shoulders. maybe the story isn’t all there, and maybe there’s still doubt in ghost’s head about any of it being the truth—but ultimately, ghost believes the man. believes it’s soap.

slowly, ghost says, “calm down, and tell me how i can help. we’ll get your coat back, yeah?”

soap offers him a shy, watery smile—but a smile nonetheless. he nods and begins to tell ghost everything.

it doesn’t take long before they’re hatching a plan to win back soap’s freedom.

[the-shotce-newsletter]

Ehhhh, it’s done enough lol. Ghost found a diver’s hood for his mask, cause he’s dramatic. Soap wearing his seal skin like a hoodie.

[octopiys]

Okay I just saw someone’s Olympic x cod au (and it was so cool) so now I’m asking everyone what their Olympic x cod head canons are.

OOOO HI ANON

Okay this is actually really cool

First thought was that Soap and Gaz would be synchronized divers. (I love diving, I did it as a kid but couldn't afford to keep doing it) I think they're built properly to do it, and I think when they win their first gold they'd be over the moon, cheering and shaking each other desperately because they can't believe the news. Yes, they'd be on the same team, as Scotland is a part of the GB team.

I honestly feel like Ghost would do rings acrobatics (I think it's acrobatic gymnastics or artistic gymnastics?) He's got wide enough shoulders, and what he struggles in is his weight class and his height that work against him, but his muscles make up for it. (HAVE YOU SEEN THEIR ARMS AND BACKS??? WILD)

Price is a bit interesting. I'll say he coaches Ghost in rings, because that's what I think he'd do if he wasn't competing. He's also got ties with both the Russian team, and the US team, but one of the Russian coaches dropped the Olympics before Russia was no longer allowed to compete, and is frequently spotted on the sidelines near Coach Price. There were rumors in the early 2000s, when both John and Nikolai were competitors, that they would trade each other's team plans and secrets due to their.... ehem, close companionship.

Alternatively, I think Gaz could be on the cricket team. Idk he probably played it as a kid, and would just end up sword fighting his cousin with the bats, and he's not actually really sure how he got on the team, in all actuality, but he's one of the best by far.

Alternatively, Soap might do volleyball. He just seems like he'd play volleyball. Didn't even realize he qualified for the Olympics until he got back home and saw it on the news: "Local Glasgow teen qualifies for the 2024 Paris Olympics" followed by "Unable to reach for comment". He's in the Olympics quite a few times, one of the youngest qualifying volleyball players in Europe when he first started off.

Alternatively, Ghost might do archery, get famous for splitting his arrows twice in a row one game. He gets made fun of, afterwards, by a mohawked Scot on his team just a few years younger than him, who repeatedly calls him Merida. It... doesn't really help that the stadium fluorescents make his hair look more ginger than usual.

Price and Nikolai do shooting. I feel like Price will be that Turkey guy who gets famous for being wildly comfortable (minimal gear, short sleeve, and kind of bored) during his competition, along with his god-given boonie hat. He's won gold every year since 2004. Nikolai sticks to his own challenge, coming in at a close silver, and ended up taking a break after 2016, when an accident on the range was the likely culprit to the abrupt pause in his career. But, he's still spotted like a celebrity at every Olympic games..... is that a Team GB shirt he's wearing?

I feel like Alex would do rowing (men's single scull), and not be terrible at it. He's got one gold and two silvers, before community work he did overseas took his leg. He then keeps it up, if possible, and joins the paralympic rowing (para-rowing) team. He does significantly better in this category, and gets gold 3 paralympics in a row. He still does charity work in the middle east with his wife,

Farah, who either does fencing, or boxing. I can't decide. She would be incredibly powerful in fencing, deadly accurate, and makes Alex thank God that she doesn't have actual access to swords. Her rounds are extremely fast, but she's amazingly skilled, having been placed on the team when she was just fourteen.

Roach would do water polo, or maybe rings with Ghost. That's how they meet each other, and theres no malice in their relationship at all. The media loves it, especially after his wipeout in 2016 because there was an unforseen obstacle (bug) on his ring, thus giving him the nickname Roach.

Rodolfo would be a gymnast too, either pommel horse or parallel bars. He's one of the tallest competitors in that category, at a shocking 5'8 (173cm) and is beloved by every Olympic fan in Mexico. (his job is pommel horse. his job is parallel bar)

Alejandro would also do gymnastics, but he'd probably do pommel horse or the horizontal bar. He's known for his fiery attitude, once making world news for almost fucking up an American competitor from Texas when he made a few comments after Rodolfo suffered a bad case of the twisties two seasons ago.

Graves is a newer competitor, the same one from Texas. He's not as well known, been around since the last Olympics, but he's got an interesting floor routine that will earn him a gold this year. However, he doesn't place in the all around competition, just falling short of the Mexican team, and one guy from GB. Better luck next year, Phillip.

[thegnomelord]

Just saw a beautiful Fanart of mermaid soap where he was drawn as an angler fish and was dissapointed that there weren't any scar lines under his pecs

(those big ass angler fish are always female, male angler fish are small ugly looking parasite things that stick on to the female that's how they reproduce)

-🐙

Could be the artist just didn't know tbh, but yeah, trans anglerfish Soap is now gonna be living in my head rent free. Just imagine being like a diver and you get the chance to research and interact with a pod of mermen, and you get paired with Soap. And you're a nerd, you're fascinated about every aspect of him, and this massive mer just has one look at you and decides he wants to me you his.

Also.... glow in the dark pussy. Like his clit glowing like the lure on his head.

Like Soap not knowing how to woo the oblivious human diver so he just does this weird dance thingy he's seen the colorful fish mer do. So he pulls you into the dark waters and all you can see is his biolights and fins glowing in the dark, making your eyes wander over his body to the slit a little lower where his torso melds into a fish tail, his cocklet glowing a bright blue with his arousal.

[milksockets]

'edward ruscha's "surrealism soaped + scrubbed" on the cover of artforum, september 1966' in paul thek: diver - a retrospective (2010)

[ur-local-snowman]

MerShark!Soap x Human!Ghost

Not really following any MerMay prompts, just something I came up with. Also posted on my Twitter

Part 1/???

Ghost oftentimes found himself wandering down to the piers late at night to clear his mind. Open areas, fresh air, clear starry skies; nothing but the wind and the sounds of nature around him to interrupt his thoughts. It was quiet. Simple. Just how he'd liked it to be.

He was alone with his thoughts, mulling over the days work, reworking situations and how he could've done better in arguments. Sometimes he even brought a notebook to write things down, lest he forget them.

He preferred to be alone in his time down at the pier. No one for him to look after and no one to watch him. At least, that's what he thought. Ghost had been sitting down at the pier, shoes and socks off, and pants rolled up to his knees as he let his legs dangle over the edge and in the water; cool waves splashing over his skin.

Everything was how it normally was. Quiet while he was supposedly alone with his thoughts.

Underneath the surface of the water, however, Lie another being. Just far enough down to not be seen as he watched Ghost with curious eyes.

Soap was a curious fellow. He liked to travel, never known to stick in one place for very long as he got bored rather quickly. He wanted to explore, see knew things, meet knew people. But when he came across This large, mysterious human sitting at the pier on his own, Soap wanted to know what he was about.

He never saw the man with friends. Or with anyone for that matter. Did he have friends? Or family, or a partner? Soap wanted to know about him.

All throughout his travels, only one thing stood consistent. One thing everyone told him. Stay away from the humans. "They're dangerous creatures who'll hunt you for sport and kill you for fun." His Ma told him as such when he was young.

Not wanting to worry her, he kept his distance. Diving away from boats, keeping away from divers. He never found himself drawn to them like he did with everything else. That is... Until he'd seen Ghost.

The man intrigued him like nothing he'd ever seen before. He felt a sort of... Pull to him. His mother's words stayed in the back of his mind as he continued to watch this man. Every night like clockwork, he arrived, took off his shoes, and dropped his feet in the water.

He stayed for hours alone before the sun started to rise. Then he'd get up and leave. Sometimes he'd stay awake, other times he'd fall asleep on the pier.

It wasn't until a couple weeks of watching that soap started getting bolder. Swimming closer, yet still hidden. Another few weeks and he made himself comfy under the pier where he could go past the surface without being seen.

There were times where during the day soap would collect small items and trinkets he finds, setting them up on the pier before the man arrives, leaving then for him to find.

Ghost thought it was strange how random items would find their way into the wooden boardwalk every once in a while. Nothing significant enough to make any sort of pattern that'd indicate who they belonged to. Only that when he found them, they were all soaked, as if they'd been pulled out the water.

Most of the items were small, insignificant. Random jewelry pieces, broken, waterlogged phones, trash that were thrown away, probably from a cruise ship or sail boat. Ghost sifted through these piles, picked out what he thought would be nice to keep and left the rest. No one would come looking for them, right?

Each time there were different items.

He'd started taking note of the different items, joked to himself that he had some sort of secret admirer. Little did he know how true such a thing was..

- TBC -

Part 2: ↓

[mistydeyes]

matching tattoos

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summary: What matching tattoos would you and the 141 get together?

pairing: 141 x Reader

warnings: none

a/n: got my first tattoo recently so while I was sitting in the chair, I came up with this idea :)

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price

Price, to me, would love delicate line work. To him, it's very clean and won't fade as easily as color. He might get a matching one a few years down the line, just when he knows you're here to stay. You both like the idea of matching objects, a paper crane, lighter/cigarette, or a satellite. I feel like the satellite idea would be great as you always bring Price back home when he's on deployment. Plus, on its own its an innocuous tattoo but when you're together it just makes so much sense.

soap

I feel like you both would get fun quirky tattoos together! It would be more of a spur-of-the moment decision and you would book the appointment either that day or as soon as possible. You would laugh as you both went under the needle and proudly showed your friends. If you didn't want a big piece, then I could see you getting the walkie talkies or the little gunshot on your arm/leg. If you were the opposite, then you and Soap would decide on the astronaut and diver piece, proudly showcasing them on your arm.

ghost

Okay he'll take some convincing! He only has one massive tattoo and wasn't looking for anymore. However, if he did indulge into your pleas then he would get something that fits the theme. I love the realistic skulls and I feel like he would go for that one more. But if he wanted something a little more silly (definitely have to beg him for it) then I like the idea of small dancing skeletons or the angel/devil. Originally, he wanted you to have the angel based on your personality but you convinced him otherwise saying, "Then you'll always have an angel on your side." He would nod, secretly knowing that you were the only angel for him.

gaz

Similar to Ghost, Gaz is a little bit younger so I feel like both of you would have some fun with it. I love love love the primary colors tattoo because I feel like it would offer an amazing contrast on your skin tones. The wishbone and dragon are also cute because they are paired together. The dragons are a little bit silly but he thinks the design is so cool and badass. Since he's mister test flights and falling out of helicopters, this would be a cute pick with a funny backstory on his part. With the small wishbones, I could imagine Gaz rubs his fingers on it when he's away from you, wishing for the best.

[amazeingartist]

another thing I went too hard on without meaning to, tho I am destressed from the day so. anyway dunkle!ghost can go on land apparently

[ravensofcedar]

Chapter 4 is out (like almost a month ago now, oops)! Finally onto the merfucking in this one ;)

[tiddygame]

look, words are not wording and i don’t know shit about sharks but for the sake of mermay bear with me…

shark mer soap w/ “scary and mysterious” diver ghost who happens to hyper-fixate on sharks

he is trying so hard to be normal about it and maintain his Intimidating Presence but like ends up telling soap something that he, the actual shark here, didn’t know. he drops it so casually and soaps just flabbergasted

ghost does that a few more times and soap realizes he must be some kind of marine biologist or something and starts asking about other marine life but nope! ghost is just a guy who happens to like sharks. a lot.

the entire time ghost is fighting demons trying not to get a crush on soap purely for being a shark mer. soap is happy to not meet a human who not just isn’t scared of him, but one that wants to actively talk with him as well.

(later, once he realizes what’s up, he thinks it’s so cute but would never say a word for the sake of ghosts ego. also because soap would cry if he stopped the “stilted conversation because A is doing everything they can to not info dump/sound like their talking down to B but it’s still clear that they know more about the subject than you could learn in an entire semester at college”. they’re his favorite part of ghosts visits)

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

Shark Mermen 141 AUs masterlist

complete | nsfw <3 | open to requests

mer au (human reader)

01: shark mermen Gaz and Soap 02: shark mermen Gaz and Soap get too curious 03: hypnotizing you 04: sex on the beach 05: all the way

snippets

why Gaz and Soap act like that (don't trust them) teasing you about how you swim

mer au (remora mer reader)

shark merman Price and remora mermaid reader

snippet: mer Price takes you back to his home reef to meet the rest of shark mer 141

snippet: remora reader brain dump

snippet: trying to groom shark mer Ghost

snippet: shark cocks??

snippet: shark mer 141’s sizes and tails

snippet: Soap chasing you down and indulging his baser instincts with you

^ follow up snippet: Soap using you as a sex toy

shark mer Ghost tolerating remora mer reader

shark mer Ghost tolerating remora mer reader, part 2

snippet: Price's strict routine with remora mer reader

snippet: Price is a territorial bastard

snippet: meeting diver Alex (+ Price is a territorial bastard)

snippet: lionfish mer enters the game

snippet: second remora joins the game + ideas for Laswell, Farah, and Graves

Gaz and remora reader sassing each other

snippet: Price and Gaz sharing remora reader

shark mermen Ghost and Soap + lionfish mermaid reader

mer Price likes what he likes

snippet: knocking remora reader up?

Mer Ghost the morning after

mer au (other mer readers)

shark mermen Ghost and Soap + lionfish mermaid reader

[ghcstao3]

competitive swimmer!soap x competitive diver!ghost

they cross paths often, practicing at the same rec centre, but never really talk, never really become friends—not for a while, at least.

but they’ve always had mutual respect and admiration for one another—ghost for the power and speed at which soap is able to swim laps, soap for the grace and fluidity (and, quite frankly, courage) of which ghost displays when diving.

when something happens and soap ends up with an injury that keeps him from swimming for a few weeks, he still shows up to practice—for strategy, for peer coaching, and, most importantly, to watch ghost. this is when they finally grow beyond acquaintances; when soap finally has the chance to catch up and chat with ghost, ask him about diving and a million other unrelated things. they hit it off almost immediately.

it’s no surprise when, somewhere down the line, they’d always be seen attending one another’s meets. it’s no surprise when they’re at the rec centre on off-days, sharing friendly competition that usually ends in fits of laughter because of course, even with some shared skillset, their sports are still different and present challenges for whoever’s inexperienced. it’s no surprise seeing ghost coaching soap out of a fear of the high dive, or seeing soap teaching ghost how to execute a proper flip turn so he can keep himself from concussion.

that mutual respect and admiration never fades. it just grows into something… more.