#ocean soap

[y2kbeautyandother2000sstuff]

Victoria's Secret Tranquil Breezes Crystalline Soap

1990s

Found on Mercari, user Lea

I had no idea VS ever made soap! This was such a cool find.

[tatithetinybooktuber]

Under The Sea Soap - Ocean Honey Glycerin and Goat Milk Soap

From KapokCraft on etsy

[meowmeowriley]

Soap comes back to base after having teeth pulled and is not expecting Ghost to pounce the second he gets through the gate.

Ghost: "So where are they? I wanna see."

Soap: "What?"

Ghost: "The teeth. Gimme"

Soap: "I didn't... keep them?"

Ghost, upset: "They didn't let you?"

Soap, growing more confused by the second: "I didn't ask?"

Ghost: "You didn't- Johnny what the fuck?" 😟

Soap: "I was in a lot of pain, Lt., and still am, mind you-"

Ghost: "But... I woulda took 'em if you didn't want them."

Soap: "Ghost, my teeth were far from perfect, there's a reason they had to come out, not exactly great specime-"

Ghost: "THAT'S WHAT MAKES THEM SPECIAL!"

Soap: 😶

Ghost: "ONE OF A KIND!"

Gaz, who walked up in the middle of the conversation: "Think I've still got my baby teeth somewhere, you want 'em?"

Ghost, still distraught: "At least GAZ loves me."

Soap: "... my mouth hurts..."

[i-wish-i-could-eat-soap]

[lemonwrap]

I dunno if you take asks, but your Merman!Ghost + Soap AU is just mmm and I got hit with inspiration-

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Imagine:

Dog!Soap, loving paddleboarding and surfing, loving feeling the sea breeze in his hair and ears, the ocean being his place to relax after long days. Suddenly, a huge wave hits him out of nowhere, dragging him under, fast and hard. He thinks it's the end. Until this sleek, beautiful creature, with eyes as dark and thick as the night sky, grasps him by the hand and drags him upwards to the surface.

Months go by, Soap can't look at the ocean anymore, but he always, somewhere in the back of his mind, yearns to go out to a pier and jump in, go diving for the beautiful creature that saved him. He wants to thank him, do something for him, like any dog would for someone who saved them from the brink of death.

Suddenly, the nearby aquarium offers a new exhibit, only described in vague words and blurry pictures.

Price and Gaz drag Soap along, knowing he needed to go somewhere, do something, get out of the house, to cheer him up a bit.

As they make their way through the crowd around the large glass aquarium, and get right to the glass, Soap sees the same eyes he saw that day in the ocean, just as deep and enrapturing as ever, staring right back at him.

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And ofc anything can be changed if you want to write it-

I have no focus really to write it full out, but I also really wanted to share it somewhere lol

Omg, omg.

Ghost doesn’t even seem to see the other visitors once he spots Soap. He just stares past all the people with those pitch black eyes, intense and unwavering with zero doubt that he saw Soap.

Even Gaz and Price notice the merman’s unusual reaction.

“He noticed you,” Gaz says, then playfully flicks one of Soap’s perked ears. “Think it’s the ears?”

“Shut up,” Soap says absentmindedly in response to Gaz, not paying much attention to anything but the merman. He doesn’t look sick, but he looks unhappy. The aquarium’s water is clean enough, but it’s small and overly bright with no place to hide from prying eyes and the occasional flashing of cameras. The merman seems agitated, too, swimming in tight circles and scowling whenever the glass is tapped but repeatedly looking back to Soap.

They’d arrived in the afternoon, so there’s less people than at opening and Soap has a chance to get up close to the glass. He can’t keep his tail from wagging, but it slows when the merman doesn’t look any happier at his proximity, just more desperate.

“He likes him!” a young girl exclaims when she sees the merman pressing his palms to the glass, clearly the first time he’s bothered to interact with anyone. More camera flashes go off, and the merman’s black eyes squint, irritated by the lights, but he keeps looking at Soap, miserable and longing.

Soap hasn’t been back to the ocean since he almost drowned, but can almost feel the salt of the water in his lungs and burning his throat.

The merman saved Soap’s life that day, and he vows that he’ll get the merman out somehow.

[oceanmojis]

Cleancore Stimboard without suds - Fremi

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[youredyingthatsallthereis]

kinktober day 22: cockwarming

this is my last departure from the prompt list ive been using! i wrote dacryphilia (crying) into a piece i did back in...june i believe, and i was very satisfied with how it came out but i just. i dont have any other ideas for that kink so i'm going with this instead /thumbs up emoji/

content warning: this is mushy and they are in love

read on AO3 | prompt list i will be returning to tomorrow! | word count: 760

soapghost, trans ghost, cis soap, immediately post MW2 canon

"all the way in."

ghost wiggled his hips a bit, working slowly so that soap's cock was fully seated inside him.

"that better, love?" soap asked, running a hand along the front of ghost's thigh.

ghost gave a contented sigh once his back was flush up against soap's chest. soap draped an arm over his torso and kissed behind his ear. "good."

soap rocked his hips a smidge, just enough to feel himself slip half an inch deeper in and out of ghost's cunt before settling to go back to what they were watching.

which happened to be ghost's favorite mini-documentary about deep-sea gigantism. soap combed his fingers through ghosts dark, short hair while they listened to the narrator quietly talk about the role buoyancy plays in creating monstrously large life on the ocean floor. ghost had watched everything this marine biologist had ever made (and thus so had soap), but this piece in particular was his favorite. soap let the familiar information wash over him, savoring the intimacy of what they were doing.

through a series of poorly timed last minute plan changes that were out of both of their hands, they hadn't seen each other in nine consecutive weeks. and while normally that wouldn't be such a big deal, ever since sheperd's betrayal they had both been a bit edgy about having to be away from each other for more than a day or so.

no one had questioned that they had started showing up together in the mornings, that they left work together at the end of the day, that they were rarely out of each others sights - everyone knew.

ghost had moved into soap's house shortly after they'd both physically recovered from their wounds and no one had said a word.

they'd wasted no more time, knowing that too much had already been lost to needless pining and stalling: they set about learning everything about each other every chance they got, whether that was soap cooking them breakfast on a saturday or watching ghost's ocean documentaries (usually followed by a very thorough lecture of ghost's take on the subject matter) or spending hours in bed experimenting with what made the other tick. at the end of it, soap and ghost had bound themselves together for good.

and so after such an unexpectedly long time apart, they'd been frantic for each other upon reunion. ghost had returned to soap impatiently tapping his foot on the tarmac and shoving his gear at the nearest soldier with a barked order to get it checked back in and half-dragging ghost home, needing him as close as possible now.

that had been several hours ago; they'd been in bed almost the entire time and had zero intention of leaving. they'd already decided that they didn't even want to talk about the mistakes and assignments that had led to them spending so much time apart, just focus on that they were together now.

ghost shifted his leg back, hooking it over soap's to pull him in just that much closer. soap pushed his hips forward, kissing the corner of ghost's jaw as his cock slid into him, already full of his spend, just that much further.

soap vaguely registered a small white jellyfish on the television as ghost took one of the captain's hands and held it tightly over his chest. "hate being away from you," he admitted quietly. "bloody torture. and i'd know all about that."

soap almost snorted at the last comment. "bleedin' christ, simon," he said. "it is, though."

they laid in comfortable quiet, ghost pressing soap's hand flat to his chest over his heartbeat, like he needed them both to know that it was still there. needed him as close as he could be in every way, like even having him inside his cunt wasn't close enough.

soap closed his eyes and rubbed his thumb across ghost's chest, letting the heat under his hands and against his chest and around his cock remind him that ghost was there, ghost was safe, ghost was alive. and so was he.

they stayed like that for some time, soft and warm and still, until the documentary ended and ghost reached back to put a hand on soap's hip, giving him a small push.

"give us one more?"

soap smiled into the side of his neck. "i'm not 20 anymore, love," he said.

"please?"

soap chuckled and put a hand flat over ghost's lower abdomen, rocking slowly in and out of him to get fully hard again. "can't say no to you."

[interweb-poster]

octopus bar soap

[gomzdrawfr]

✧˖°.☪︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖☁︎ Day 4

➳ Moon

𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑘𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠, ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑖𝑚.

alt ver

rambles below:

Id like to hc that Ghost knows a lot about the stars, constellations and all

imagine they often need to stay out in the open during missions, to rest without roofs above their heads

perhaps its boredom, or something to occupy the quiet space, something to feed to the loud brain and make the thoughts softer in his head

so he picked up the knowlegde

though its different when Soap comes along, because that man will talk just about anything and rambles on and on about...

about what exactly? Ghost remembers some bits, the important ones like how he loved blueberry muffins((seems like that man likes blue in general)), the rest muddles into a blur mess

"yer see that one that looks like a bucket?" it's not exactly a bucket, but close enough "those are called Big Dipper" it resembles Lyra more, but Ghost kept quiet

There's nothing more comforting to listen and let Johnny's voice filled in the empty space between them

sometimes they don't talk either, passing the time by hearing the the crackling and popping of burning wood, punctuating the still night

its soothing, a comfort routine that they're fluent in

and sure, the scene above their head was undoubtedly pretty, a graveyard of stars painted over the black canvas, glimmering and shinning with every passing seconds

but nothing beats more than to see Johnny's blue eyes sparkles

certainly

nothing can compare to dear Johnny

[rebeccafergusonfan]

Rebecca Ferguson as Chrissy Eriksson | Ocean Ave | 2002-2003

[clnclm]

[existentialgaybirdnerd]

Half Dragon pt. 1

Dragons were real.

Dragons were real and one was coming at them at high speeds over a mountain area and towards where their forest peters off into clear grasslands.

Johnny was having a hard time getting his head on straight after that particular revelation as Ghost shoves him and the other two in their group further away from the forests at a sprint.

His head is reeling, but not too much that he doesn’t question the sanity of his LT as they book it away from what could be the only cover in a 20-klick radius as the hulking red western dragon gets closer to them.

The group of four notice they’re approaching a large hole in the ground rapidly, skidding to a stop one by one before they can fall into the cavern below.

Ghost puts a heavy hand on Johnny’s shoulder and leans past the rest of them to inspect the hole, catching his breath and humming in consideration then looking back at the still rapidly approaching dragon.

“What are we doing now? Waiting to be charred? Let’s shoot the damn thing!” The words have barely left Price’s mouth as he brought his gun up to aim at the dragon before he lets out a squeak of panic as his lieutenant grabs him and Gaz in either arm, barreling them into Soap and dropping them 30 meters below and into an underground lake.

Out of instinct they all point their toes towards the water and find themselves slightly dazed and submerged. As Gaz and Price struggle away from Ghost and try to resurface, he drags them back down and shakes his head. He reaches into a pocket on his tac vest and hands Price a rebreather, then reaches into a pocket on Johnny’s tac vest and points it between the man and Gaz, handing it off to Gaz when he hesitantly reaches out.

Ghost looks up to the top of the cavern they dropped into, noting the bright red dragon staring down almost in consideration, most likely in anger. His mask moves around his face due to the currents of the lake and he takes it off so he can keep an eye on the dragon above them, hair floating freely around his head.

Johnny prods him and offers the rebreather when he looks back at him. With a shake of his head, Simon looks towards Price and Gaz, holding a thumbs up and tilting his head in question. At Price’s angry nod and Gaz’s more subdued one, he nods to himself and starts looking around the water, looking for obvious ways out they can take should the dragon stay there for long.

With another prod from Johnny, who holds out the rebreather in his hand with a concerned look that intensifies the more Simon goes without air as the dragon takes its time examining the area, Simon grabs it and puts it over Johnny’s face and shakes his head.

Seeing no way out that isn’t up, Simon looks back at the top of the cavern, estimating them to have been underwater for a good 10 minutes at that point.

When he sees nothing above them but the hole they jumped from, Simon grabs Johnny’s hand and points Price and Gaz up to the surface, taking Johnny with him as he rises in the water.

Price and Gaz get there before him, having been in a higher position from trying to resurface earlier, so only he and Johnny hear the underwater whooshing that sounds from deep within the lake.

Simon pushes Johnny to the surface ahead of him and tries to see beyond the darkness of the water to try and see what’s making the sound.

A shrill whistle pierces the water, a note louder than humans can make. Simon covers his ears in pain, almost gasping with it before reregistering the water surrounding him. He kicks to surface while still looking for the sound, seeing something large with blue scales circling the edges of the lake.

With a gasp, he surfaces, coughing in surprise as his ears throb in pain and Johnny’s voice booms next to him asking him if he’s alright at the same time that Price calls him a numpty and threatens bodily harm if he ever tosses them down a hole again.

“He’s bleeding” is uttered by Gaz, looking less dazed and a little more murderous but altogether concerned. It stops Price in his tracks as he notes the blood leaking from Simon’s ears while Johnny manhandles his head to see closer.

“I’m fine, we have to get out of the water now” is spluttered in indignance as Simon grabs Johnny around his waist and starts dragging them through the water towards a surprisingly green shoreline.

“The hell do you mean we gotta leave? You dropped us in the drink!” Price practically yells, swimming alongside Simon as Johnny wriggles out and starts swimming on his own.

“There’s another, an amphithere I think.”

“A fucking what?”

“Another dragon. Mostly docile, but we could have pissed it off getting into it’s territory, move faster.”

A splash sounds behind them as they pick up the pace, swimming as quickly to shore as they can with their gear weighing them down.

Another, closer splash patters them with water as they reach the shore, another shrill whistle sounding with less noise as a massive, scaled head with golden eyes surfaces 10 meters from them and stares.

 Gaz and Johnny don’t take this well and collapse into each other, Price staring in disbelief as Simon stands between the three and the giant reptile.

“What did you say this thing was again?”

With a snort and a wring of his mask, breaking his staring contest with the thing, Simon responds “amphithere, Two-winged dragon variation with no legs. Giant snake with wings basically. They’re the water variant of dragons.

Johnny throws the rebreather still in his hand at him, knocking him on the head with it and gets up. “Why the fuck do you know this? Better question: why did you thrown us down a Cavern? Even better question: Why aren’t you freaking out about the bloody dragons?” He’s heaving for breath by the time he’s done, obviously holding back plenty of words and questions.

Looking back to the scaled head resting on the surface of the water, Simon apparently deems it safe as he turns his back to it and picks up the rebreather, grabbing the other from Price’s limb hand as the man watches Gaz try to get the water off of himself as much as possible from his position on the ground, looking calm if not a slight bit confused.

“What? You don’t believe in dragons?” is apparently the wrong answer as genuine confusion floods Simon’s eyes while Johnny gets into his space in anger.

“That answers nothing, and I’m a grown man, dragons haven’t been real since I was 13 until today. So please, for the long of God, explain.”

With a glance between the dragon on the lake and Johnny, Simon turns to the dragon and beckons it over. “Come on, you might as well help me explain since I don’t know everything anyway.”

Before anyone can get angry at the nonresponse and for the fact that he seemed to be talking to an ancient and (until today) fake animal, a chuckle sound booms through the cavern, shaking them where they stood and causing ripples from the head of the dragon to the shore.

The dragon starts moving towards them, scales turning iridescent as they emerge from the water, and body shrinking as they get closer.

With a hum of surprise, Simon watches as the dragon turns into a human as it gets to shore, covered in shiny blue toga with white and gold beads hanging from the edges.

The chuckle is repeated from the now human-shaped dragon, a now smooth tenor rather than the ear rattling bass it was as a dragon. “I apologize for scaring you, I thought you might have gotten injured in the fall. The spiky one does make a point; how do you know about us?”

Shifting in discomfort as all eyes turn to him, Simon wrings the mask in his hands once more. “Went to Scottland a lot as a kid, got left alone for long enough to stumble upon a wyvern nest and made friends with the pups for a few weeks while the Sires taught dragon life.”

With an exclamation and obvious worry, the dragon approaches him and starts examining him, lifting his arms and inspecting what it could. “You approached wyverns as a pup? You’re lucky it wasn’t a Drago nest. It is lucky you are alive as is. Although, being one of us, I guess they must have thought you were abandoned.”

Before Simon can respond, Gaz approaches and looks at the dragon in confusion and frustration. “How about we talk this through in chronological order, yeah? I think we all have more than a few questions we’re dying to ask and you two are losing us.”

The dragon blinks at him and smiles, displaying a row of sharp teeth and blue gums. “I don’t have much time, so I’ll condense it.”

Johnny waves a hand to get their attention. “Not much time?”

Simon snorts as the dragon smiles again. “I’m the guard of the water in this area, there are tunnels deep under the lake that lead to something bigger, I should only be here to make sure nothing is going to harm the lake or what surrounds it.”

The other three nod as Simon and the dragon exchange a glance. The dragon gestures to Simon to go first in their discussion.

Clearing his throat, Simon takes a seat on the soil of the shore, gesturing for the others to do the same as he sorts his thoughts. “A drago is what we were just chased by. They’re commonly known as western dragons with four legs and two wings, they’re the fire variation of dragons.”

Johnny opens his mouth only to stop his question when Simon raises a palm to him. “Ask later, if this one needs to get back soon, we should make this fast.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it” Simon clears his throat again, then nods to himself. “Dragos frequent volcanoes or fire-prone areas such as forests, but they don’t set fire to anything unless it’s burn season and the forest needs it to grow. They’re violent and quick to aggression, as you saw, but they’re also very passionate. Amphitheres are the water dragons, like I told you, They frequent underground lakes and water spaces underneath or within the ocean. They can be rough and mean, icy in a way, and they would surely drown you if you cross them, but they’re more of a ‘go with the flow’ species than anything, really laid back.”

Simon glances at the dragon and receives a nod, choosing to continue. “Wyverns are earth dragons, most commonly know by the other variations as tunnelers due to making large tunnels and caverns such as this one. You can tell it was made by wyverns because of the hints of claw marks along the rocks in the walls. They have two hind legs and two wings which can be used as arms in a way. They’re the most common type depicted in movies and shows such as Smaug from Lord of the Rings. Wyverns stand their ground and are generally stubborn as a mule. If you suggest they do something that won’t help them, they point blank refuse to even try it.

“Then there’s the Celestials, eastern dragons with no wings and four legs, most other dragons call them airheads and it’s kind of for a good reason. They’re the air variation-“

Gaz leans over and whispers “only Ghost, master of all four dragon elements, can stop the fire nation” to Soap, who holds back his laughter at the unimpressed stare Simon pins Gaz with as he looks back to him.

With a roll of his eyes and a huff of humor, Simon keeps explaining. “The Celestials are the air variation, they’re personable and ready to choose whatever path will help the most, flowing more easily than the Amphitheres and agreeing far too easily in an argument. There are half-dragon shifters, but I don’t know much about them, apparently they’re abandoned by their parents pretty often because they live about 3/4ths the life of a dragon and aren’t the strongest at birth.”

Johnny raises his hand once Simon’s words peter off. At his nod, he locks his hands together in a show of nerves. “They said- I’m sorry, what’s your name? I’m Soap, they are Gaz, Price, and Ghost.” Johnny turns the attention to the dragon, waving at those he introduced.

Shifting in the soil and grabbing a bit of fabric to play with, the dragon nods at each introduction, then holds a hand to their chest. “I am Amphitrite, it is wonderful to meet you.”

Simon seems to startle at the name, turning to Amphitrite and tilting his head a bit. “Amphitrite? Like the Greek goddess?”

Perking up, Amphitrite nods “you know the legends too! My mother had high hopes for me.” They turn to the other three and look at Soap expectantly “you were about to ask a question?”

Looking at Simon and then back at Amphitrite, Soap decides to bite the bullet on what he’d been thinking about the whole time, “you said Ghost is one of you when he said he spent time with the earth dragons, but he’s human as far as I know, so what did you mean?”

A shocked look crosses Amphitrite’s face and they turn to Simon in confusion. “You did not tell them?”

Confusion reflecting Amphitrite’s, Simon shakes his head. “I don’t know what you think I am or what I should have told them, but I was wondering that same thing. You said ‘one of us’ when I’m just human.”

Confusion morphs to horror on Amphitrite’s face, they grab Simon’s hand in a way that seems to be trying for comfort. “You don’t know? I had assumed you knew.” A contemplative look crosses their face. “I guess it would make sense. You should not be about right now, and yet you are. I’m so sorry, your parents-“

Simon takes his hand back. “I’m human, trust me. My dad got us DNA checks when we were born because he was a paranoid bastard, I’m his, and he was human, so was my mother.”

Amphitrite looks sad now, bringing a hand to their face to rub at their eyes. “You father must have been- it makes no sense otherwise. Yes, you must be half-dragon, I can smell the ice in your veins.”

Looking between them in confusion at the exchange, Price leans forward and catches their attention. “You said he shouldn’t be out right now. Why?”

Amphitrite blanches, looking towards the lake and then locking eyes with Simon, whose emotions have morphed to anger over the course of the conversation with them, eyebrows stitched in a glare. “You’re 33 in human years, yes? Almost 34?”

Anger is joined by fear and confusion as Simon shoots into a standing position, towering over the rest of the group. He only opens his mouth before Price is interrupting him “How on Earth would you know that? You don’t know him or any of us for that matter.”

Amphitrite shakes their head and stands slowly, turning their body to face Simon, waiting for his body language to settle into something softer than the fight or flight he seemed in second ago. “All half-dragons and dragon shifters get their first shift at their 34th human birthday. Dragons age significantly slower than humans, shifters less so, but 34 years for a human is the equivalent as one year as a dragon, even if the physical body does not reflect it like a pure dragon’s would. You must have noticed that you really haven’t physically aged for a few years now?”

Simon stares at them in shock while the other three on the ground get up and stand behind him. Johnny puts a hand on his shoulder to support and steady him, he’s the first to question this. ”We don’t mean to keep questioning you, but you said on his 34th birthday. He shouldn’t be out in case he shifts? What did you mean?”

Amphitrite looks towards the lake again, bouncing from one foot to the other, then nods to themself and turns back to look at the team. “First shifts hurt, they change and evolve you. I was out of commission from doing anything until a month after my 34th birthday. There’s five basic steps to it, and it hurts but there’s no real way to get past it without the pain.”

Simon takes his now mostly dry skull mask and fiddles with it as if to put it on, the others shifting around him and giving each other concerned looks.

Price takes a step forward “His birthday is in two weeks, and we won’t be getting retrieved for a while after it unless there’s a major injury. Do you have any clue of a place we can safely have him ride it out?”

Simon looks at his captain in bafflement, leaning more into Johnny’s touch on his shoulder as Price asks the meaningful questions Simon would have never thought of himself.

Amphitrite’s response is hesitant, a pair of coordinates to a house within 100 klicks and easy to get to, something new shifters are taken to when they’re about to turn 34 and completely out of Drago territory.

Gaz puts a hand on Simon’s shoulder as well as Simon and Price exchange an unknown look, choosing instead to ask one last question before Amphitrite jumps out of their skin like they look like they’re going to “What are the five basic steps? Last one, I promise.”

This brings the two superior officers’ attention back to the conversation as Amphitrite smiles at the last part of what Gaz said. They grab a stick and start to draw numbers in the soil. “Ok, so number one is fangs. It’s always the first and no one can understand why, they others tend to shift depending on person, but I’m assuming you’ll go in order. So for fangs, you’ll lose your human canines to make room for sharper and stronger fangs, they’re good for ripping, but they won’t be much longer than what you’ve already got so you don’t have to worry about looking like a vampire.”

Johnny looks them in the eye and brings a hand up to Simon’s face, pulling his left top lip back to reveal what looks like a vampire fang, shocking them into losing grip on the stick as Simon pulls away to snap at him with his teeth, gaining a chuckle and a fake gasp of offense.

Amphitrite goes back to the list, griping the stick harder to keep it in their grasp. “Ok cool, so fangs aren’t really a thing you’re worried about. Step two is claws-” They flash their sharpened nails at the group, black tipped nails ominous and deadly looking. “- you won’t lose your nails or anything like that, but it will feel like your nails are being pulled because they will start to grow and harden quickly, there’s really nothing you can do for the pain other than wait about a day for them to be done.

“Third is wings. Since you’re an Amphithere, you’re going to get some, but not in human form as you can tell. What will happen is your back is going to be excruciating for a while-“ they turn to show their back, iridescent blue-green wings tattooed there “-and you will get these sort of tattoo-like markings. You’re going to be in more and more pain for every step, so this one isn’t the worst but it definitely is worse than actually getting a tattoo there. The wings are useless in human form other than being pretty, but they’re super useful in dragon form.

“Fourth is lungs”

Looks of concern and horror are passed around the men’s faces.

“Don’t worry, you won’t die from it, but it will probably feel like torture? I’m sorry about that. You’re a water dragon, we’re meant to breath water and we can hold our breathes a long time, that’s why you were able to stay submerged so much earlier. Your lungs will expand, and gills will appear on your neck. You’ll need to keep wet washcloths on these as they develop, but there’s never been a death during a transformation, so you’ll be fine, I promise. They’ll close and seemingly disappear when you’re not submerged in water or choosing to use them.

“Fifth will be the hardest part, it will start your first transformation. You need to be fully submerged for it, trust yourself to feel when you need to be submerged. It will feel like your skin is peeling off, and the water helps abate that. Again, there’s never been a death, even for those who don’t submerge, but I would highly suggest you do so. The house you’re going to have a very large pool. Large enough for my dragon body to fit in it, and I’m not a yearling like you will be. Any other questions?”

At the stunned headshaking from the soldiers before them, Amphitrite bids them farewell, points to a path in the wall 20 meters away that none of them noticed that will take them back to the forest area, and goes towards the lake, running and jumping into it, transforming as they hit the water.

Ghost puts his mask back on while the others sit stunned, swiping the list of five out of the soil and shaking his head as if to organize his thoughts with an earthquake.

Price takes stock of his boys and the things they have on them, checking his packs and guns for any residual water logging, and turns to Ghost. “We’re gonna talk about you throwing us down a cavern later. But it worked in our favor so not until you’re not on the verge of… all that.”

A snort escapes from Johnny and Gaz as Ghost nods. They head towards the path, planning how to do their mission quickly to get to the location they were given in good time.

Here's part 2!

[emptyapartments]

The Weight of Our Living: On Hope, Fire Escapes, and Visible Desperation [Ocean Vuong] & the original Modern Warfare trilogy

[gifs-of-puppets]

The Muppets Take Manhattan (1984)

[deadboystims]

aroace squidward stimboard for @doofenshmirtzsdailydirt !!

lmk if u want anything changed!!

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[pupbi]

Here's an ocean themed stimboard !!

SFW interactions only

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