Kris. 30s. She/They. Tracking anamelesstraveler and antchan. 18+ Only. Multifandom, multiship. Has no idea what she's doing. Slowest writer ever. (Sorry.) Shy potato. Loves you a lot. Header by @abc-ok
One of my goals for the new year is to spend more time appreciating my readers! Our first spotlight is for:
✨This_gay1idiot✨ who commented on Silence Lay Steadily:
I saw the art on Twitter and fucking hell this is briliant! I dont know why I, bigest fan of the american idiot that is graves, didnt realize that maybe the fucking forest shadows were gravess shadows. Briliant writing, a story I will read again and again untill another chapter comes out. Cant wait to see how this ends.
I'm so glad that you enjoyed the fic, even after finding it incomplete after so long 💕 I had so much fun writing Graves in this brief chapter. I love imagining him as his wonderful, arrogant self and somehow also... a little bit like an eldritch horror. It really suits his most wicked character traits, and I really enjoyed giving him the power rush that he would absolutely thrive in.
I hope to bring you another chapter of the fic soon! Thank you so much for taking the time to comment on this WIP, it means so much to me!
It's been entirely too long since I've used this site at all! Starting 2025, I'm going to kick off getting back into fandom, creating and appreciating the things others create! I've missed this and I've missed you all!
I meant to post this yesterday, but here's some snippets from my four active WIPs!
Adrenaline Rush 3, pt1 (6,273 words):
Give Me Back My Heart, ch2 (4,707 words):
Silence Lay Steadily, ch6 (3,706 words): (NSFW!)
I'll Be Yours, ch3 (141 words and YES I did add two more words just to get this number):
Hey everyone, I'm in the final countdown right now (so to speak) and visa expenses are really slowing us down. I've come on here to ask a big favor of you all, because Tumblr has been my favorite creative space for years and it feels safe.
I am lucky that I found my husband and we've been two happily married nerds for over 5 years. This is the most important thing in my life. But it's an uphill battle when you immigrate somewhere to be with your loved one. Application fees, medical tests, etc. There is certainly a price on our future and we are striving to meet it.
As I make the exciting step towards residency I only hope that I have done everything right and that we can spend the rest of our lives together without this worry over our heads.
The obstacle we face now is the cost of it all.
I can't bear the thought of being separated from my husband and our family. Time is now desperate and we humbly ask that you consider helping us out with whatever you can spare.
Please share this if you can.
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"You miss that?" Simon points surreptitiously to the couple with a nod of his glass.
"What? Women?" Johnny asks with a cheeky smile.
It earns him a playful smack to the back of the head. "The butterflies," Simon corrects.
Johnny leans back in the booth and spreads an arm across behind Simon, resting the tips of his fingers on the sensitive skin where shoulder meets neck. He caresses over a raised line there, a scar that's not quite a year old, and hums to himself before replying.
"Nah," he says finally. "Still get butterflies with you. Especially when—"
He's cut off by Simon pulling him to his feet and into a close embrace. Tucked into the back corner, they're away from most of the restaurant's prying eyes. Still, Johnny whispers out a "Si, what the fuck are you doing" before Simon shushes him and points to the ceiling.
"Listen, Johnny."
Johnny does.
It takes a moment, but once he hears the familiar croon of a Shania Twain ballad coming in low over the speakers, he wrinkles his nose.
Simon leans in close to his ear. "C'mon. Dance with me," he insists, grabbing Johnny's body and swaying him gently to the rhythm of the song.
-Ch12 Seven-Year Itch by noxmajor
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
!!! As a part of @bluegiragi's charity art drive, I requested this amazing piece for a dear friend 💖 Gira, thank you from the bottom of my heart for all you do!
Nox, congratulations on finishing this masterpiece. Please go read Nox's fic, and enjoy all of the tasty drama!
Dumb question, dumbest on earth. But, will there ever be anymore chapters of Silence Lay Steadily?
I know this is a dumbass question 😭 I'm sorry.
Don't worry, anon, it's not a dumb question!
Short answer: Yes, there will be!
Long answer: I got stuck on the smut chapter, hit a downturn in my mental health, and suffered from writer's block. I'm trying to drag myself out of it, because everyone's lovely comments have been brightening my day. ❤️💚
hey, sorry, the link to the ghostsoap server doesn't work
Hello anon! Sorry for not getting to this sooner. The server recently opened up another event with an invite link! You can find it here. See if that invite link works for you!
These are GORGEOUS I'm so--!!! Thank you so much for these lovely covers 😭❤️ You captured the feel of them so perfectly. I literally gasped when I saw them!
Soap blinks awake, only to find the tall figure of Ghost is standing beside the bed. It should be unnerving, to look up and see the white skull staring back down at him. But Soap is never afraid.
“Hey, Ghost,” he greets sluggishly. “Y’okay?”
He’s come to ask the same thing every night he finds Ghost in his room. Because like a child after a nightmare, there’s just something… small about the way Ghost stands near him. Which is absolute insanity, because the apparition would tower head and shoulders over Soap any day. There just seems to be something about Ghost that shrinks in on itself those nights, standing silent and still at his bedside. And looking at him like this, somewhere in his sleep-addled mind, Soap’s hands itch to reach out. He finds himself staring at Ghost’s hands, nearly invisible from the black mass of him.
“Y’keep comin’ back,” he whispers. “So you do like me, huh? ‘M not so bad.”
The shape of Ghost shudders - a laugh?
“...’hnny–” Ghost’s voice dips in and out of focus, half a word coherent and then the next hopelessly smothered into whispers. But for the first time, Soap watches as Ghost seems to stoop even further at the failure, a real, heartbreakingly human frustration etched in every part of him. His massive form shifts, a hand separating from the void of his body. Does Ghost want to reach out just as badly as he does?
Is he lonely like this? Soap wonders. Trapped in this existence for who knows how long?
-Ch3, Silence Lay Steadily
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
So excited to share this commission that @bluegiragi did for me!! Gira, I can't thank you enough for taking this on ❤
The time has come for another small event hosted by the GhostSoap Server! This time it's very low-key and more about the general spirit of engagement and sharing joy. No sign-ups, no check-ins, just some fun
🌧 What's a bingo?
Bingo is a small challenge with a 5x5 card of prompts. The goal is to finish those prompts in a line to get a bingo, and the ultimate goal is to black out your card - so finish every single prompt.
In our case, this is a comment bingo. Our prompts are based on what type of work to comment under, or what type of comment to leave. We hope this will encourage more comments and general engagement in the fandom!
🌻Comment rules
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each comment has to have a minimum of 50 words on fics, within the platform's capability (read: twitter will not allow for that, so instead just be thorough and genuine)
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There will be one announcement in the middle with a reminder. At the end of the event, those who finished the whole card and let us know, will get a funky new role in the server!
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Anyone and everyone is encouraged to participate! There's no sign-ups, just take a look at the bingo card and have at it! Follow the rules and have fun with it
Spread the love! Share the links to works that especially touched you. Share the comments you left and you're particularly proud of in our event channels in the server! Share your progress on the card! We have a tag #GhostSoapCSB and will be reblogging any recs that are under the tag. This event is to encourage engagement, so spread the joy and share what you can
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I've been pretty much speechless and screaming incoherently over this ever since you posted this. I can't begin to tell you how amazing this is. You're one of the most talented podiccer's I've listened to, and your work is always wonderful! This is so kind of you to create this lovely podfic. I can't thank you enough!
Hello ghouls and horrors!
The GhostSoap server is hosting a fanwork exchange leading up to the spookiest month of the year! Test yourself as we dive into the very depths of creativity and get paired with an unknown entity who'll be lucky enough to receive a gift from the lovely you! Fret not my dear darkness, you will also be bestowed upon a sacrifice crafted specifically for yourself! Place your offerings to the GhostSoap gods (not you Nick) and revel in the moonlight!
The crypt doors aren't open for long, sign up now to get your ticket to Hell and don't forget to wear sunscreen!
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Happy WIP Wednesday everyone! This week it's a GhostSoap fandom staple - the mandatory leave fluff fic!
From A roman candle of the wild Chapter 1:
The last remaining days tick down. Ghost still doesn’t have a plan for his mandatory leave past “find the old geezer and ask if the cabin is free” and “hope that eight weeks goes by quick.”
Johnny is avoiding him. Has been, ever since that conversation in the mess.
Not completely, or coldly - he still greets Ghost, still gives him all of the same arm punches and little digs and rakish smiles. All of the friendly gestures that he’d give anyone. But that’s just it: Johnny would treat just about anyone like that. The way he’s been treating Ghost these past few days - there’s something stilted and fragile about it. Distant. Impersonal. He’s stopped lingering in Ghost’s space like he belongs there. Stops touching Ghost like he doesn’t even have to think about it.
And he stops calling him Simon.
The first time Johnny calls him Ghost in casual conversation, it feels like a slap to the face. Thank fuck Ghost is standing just behind Johnny’s shoulder while he talks with one of the coalition soldiers about their last mission, where he doesn’t notice Ghost’s full body shudder at the change. Johnny’s perfectly sunny about the whole thing. The name doesn’t trip over his tongue, doesn’t awkwardly creak out of him.
Clearly, Ghost has fucked everything up. That conversation in the mess had been the last straw and Ghost has now proven himself to be too much, too weird, too misanthropic to interact with, too broken to ever be normal, and a whole host of other fucked up things he’s called himself over the years - too much to be anyone’s friend.
(Which is fine, right? That’s what he’s been trying to tell Soap the entire time he’s known the man. He doesn’t need or want friends.)
Starting off this fanworks blog with WIP Wednesday! And we're starting off with a snippet of my upcoming smutfic. Slut!Soap is living out his free use fantasy.
“Come on,” he urges Ghost. And though his words are still demanding, his tone is pleading now. “Come on, want it.”
Good, that’s closer to how Ghost wants him. He manhandles him back towards the edge of the box and the slut goes willingly, eagerly. So eagerly that Ghost gives into the temptation and twists his fingers into that silly little mohawk, pulling his head back until it’s hanging off the edge. His eyes are glued to the way the slut’s mouth falls open already, begging soundlessly. He stares at him for a beat, loving the way the man’s cock twitches and drools against his stomach under Ghost’s stare.
Ghost keeps him there, holds him in place with a hand in his hair as he leans around the side of the crate to untie one of his hands. He’s still holding the clicker in his other hand, which Ghost knows should be enough of a stopping signal anyway, but guides the man’s free hand up to his hip anyway. He taps twice on the back of it, slow and meaningful, does it again until the man copies him.
He’s about to ask… something - if he understands? If he’s alright with this? But then the man is tipping his head back further, still held in Ghost’s grip, purring and opening his mouth wider. And the brief moment of hesitation evaporates. Little whore.
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