Soap carvings first came from north Thailand, Chiang Mai. They were first more of a artistic hobby one can do when not busy, but later grew to a art form that only a skilled artist can master. Those skills are handed down from generation to generation and all the details, petals, leaves are done only using few carving knives.
Like most asmr vids are normal and nice but then there’s always that one that’s just so damn extra like…. ‘Here listen to the sound of my ass cheeks clappin’ on ya ear while I smear peanut butter on it and carve this soap with my feet” like chill… damn
Look around your apartment. You probably have some soap in there, but you probably don’t have bars of soap with intricate skulls carved into them. But all that’s about to change. Thanks to the Art of Dying soaps, you’ll soon be able to think about mortality while you take a shower!
Jeff perked up a little when he saw Erick pass from through the fence. He dropped the soap he was carving and hopped up, grinning a little “Hey Erick.” He smiled and started walking along with him, dragging his fingers along the rough wood. “How the lambs doin’?”
Most animals respect Akashi but never truly warm
up to him with love and affection. Akashi pretends this doesn’t bother him.
Akashi is especially good with horses, but most
dogs growl at him and cats tend to run away.
Nigou was the first dog that didn’t shy away
from Akashi and that secretly means the world to him.
Chalk on a blackboard
Elaborate, ornate wood carved statues and weird
Ugly-ass, home-made Christmas ornaments
The food pyramid
Finding an awesome rock and giving it to someone
Quirks / Irks
Akashi has a ton of joke books hidden under his
Akashi is terrified of his foot or leg falling
asleep when he is in public.
Akashi always eats an orange and green vegetable
every day because when he was little his mom told him it was a law.
When he was little, Akashi would always draw the
ugliest pictures but the teacher and students always said his pictures were
Akashi thinks home-made gifts are the best and
would literally melt if his S/O made him anything ever.
Akashi doesn’t like big, open spaces; they make
him feel small and nervous.
Classical music puts Akashi to sleep almost
Akashi hates when people leave out pieces of
chalk that are too small to write with.
Love / Affection
Akashi’s first crush is someone exactly like his
mom and at the time it doesn’t weird him out at all.
Akashi will never let go of his S/O’s hand
first, ever. Even if he is cooking or doing homework and it’s kind of
Akashi is the Emperor of Awkward Hugs.
It’s true Akashi would put his S/O on a
pedestal. He would actually think they are the greatest person who has ever
Akashi is lousy at productive arguments with his
S/O. He never wants to have a disagreement in public, but is still puzzled
sometimes in private when his S/O explains their feelings to him.
Akashi wouldn’t hesitate to let his S/O know he
thinks they are making a bad decision, but will always let them try anyway.
Despite basically owning every space he
occupies, Akashi wants his S/O to make him feel safe and wanted wherever they
Akashi will probably think his S/O is the
funniest person on the planet.
Emotions / Feelings
Akashi gets emotional when he sees families in
the park together.
It doesn’t bother Akashi anymore when he tries
to make a joke and his teammates all fake-laugh.
Akashi thinks he is in general, a lot sadder
than his other side.
Akashi gets especially sad or lonely around holidays.
It would take a very long time for Akashi to be
comfortable enough to bring his S/O to his mother’s grave. But once he does he
will always be glad he did and it will probably be one of the best days of his
For my art piece, I decided to carve a soap bar. It took about three hours to scratch out this crudely shaped turtle, but during that time, I grew attached to the little guy. I decided not to name him though, and it was hard to watch him get scrubbed away, Often times, art is fleeting.
Funny how some people exit your life by way of a shower drain.
Carve your name in soap while I sit in the shower,
Turn the dial all the way to the right
Til it burns and hurts me worse than you ever did.
Turn it back to the left and stand up,
Let myself breathe, let my bones fall back into place,
Feel my ribs remembering how to protect my heart.
Wash my body with the soap I carved your name into the surface of,
Simultaneously cover myself in your memory while erasing you entirely.
Stand in the shower until it feels like maybe I could have washed off the feeling of your fingers,
Until the soap is melted into a white Tictac in my hand.
Step out of the shower,
Sit down against the wall,
Feel the cold tile against my scrubbed-raw and hot skin.
Close my eyes for a moment, breathe in the steam.
Open my eyes. Stand up. Get dressed. Go outside. You’re gone. You’re forgotten. You were never here to begin with.