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@s0fter-sin.bsky.socialSep 30, 2026, 8:04 PM

so i never stopped rotating on-a-lucky-tide’s omegaverse warlord nik and war prize price au on tumblr in my brain and now i’m thinking of ghost taking it on himself to guard price’s second soap

#softwrites #ghoap #soapghost

@s0fter-sin.bsky.socialSep 29, 2026, 8:23 PM

anybody order some ghoap sounding it’s only two and a half years late

#softwrites #ghoap #soapghost

@s0fter-sin.bsky.socialSep 28, 2026, 6:31 PM

also posted a new meta to the supernatural collection too!

#softwrites #supernatural #spn

archiveofourown.org/works/627580...

@s0fter-sin.bsky.socialSep 28, 2026, 6:30 PM

i completely forgot this collection existed but there’s three new parts up! hope you like ghost, price, and farah 👀

#softwrites

archiveofourown.org/works/587781...

@s0fter-sin.bsky.socialSep 26, 2026, 2:11 PM

when laswell gets kidnapped and price goes to farah for help, she meets him with “we share a common enemy” and price says “and a friend in need” and i think it really exemplifies the type of people they are and why farah could work with graves after he tried to kill soap and ghost

#softwrites

@s0fter-sin.bsky.socialSep 25, 2026, 7:02 PM

watching a playthrough of the new silent hill’s and all i can think about is a cod silent hill au

#softwrites

@s0fter-sin.bsky.socialSep 20, 2026, 8:38 PM

the next part of the lore collection is up! price and ghost have a little bit of a heart to heart 👀

#softwrites #ghoap #soapghost

@s0fter-sin.bsky.socialSep 12, 2026, 7:07 PM

she fought me but The Very Worst Part of You (Is Me) is up!

#softwrites #ghoap #soapghost

The Very Worst Part of You (Is Me)
softer_sin
Summary:

Anger's followed Johnny like a carrion bird from the moment he could walk.

He used to look over his shoulder as a toddler struggling to keep up with his sisters, chasing after them with enraged squeals and chubby fists clenched after they stole his crayon with light-hearted giggles. He still doesn't know why he felt the need to stop that first time, why he had to look back at the footsteps he wore in the carpet, new and still soft enough to deform under his slight weight. It was like there was some other presence in his head urging him back, urging him to look. There wasn't anything there beyond his faint tracks.

Until the shadows leached out of the fibres, filling the depressions like an oil spill. Like they were waiting for him to dent the earth just so they could flood it, leaving no light behind.