#ghoap

[felrija]

Been drawing them happy too often recently

[al4thea]

This has been living rent free in my head for so long, inspired by this post

I don't post as much because I lost my will to draw, idk why.

[bressynonym]

the lil guys! :3

[meowmeowriley]

I need more trans Ghost.

I need more variation on trans Ghost.

It's all top surgery and T, which is great, let me tell you, but that's not all we are. There's so many flavors of trans.

I want Ghost who never needed top surgery. Between working out, T, and having small tits to begin with, it was never an issue.

I want Ghost with huge tits, who never got rid of them because they were never the issue, so the second his tac vest is off those bitches are all anyone can focus on.

Ghost who never took T, and went through vocal coaching instead, because he has higher testosterone than a lot of other AFAB people do anyway, and can pitch his voice deeper. So when he relaxes his voice is surprisingly high.

Ghost, who had phalloplasty, and had to go back and have the damn thing reduced because, like a lot of trans men experience, that thing grew and now it's just ridiculous and unwieldy.

Ghost, who had phalloplasty, but kept his vaginal opening so now he's got the best of both worlds. (Honestly most surprised I haven't seen this one, like at all)

I'm seeing more trans Ghost, and I love it, but I want more, you know? Because if I feel left out, I know there's so many other trans or NB people who also feel left out.

This isn't to say that anyone's representation of a trans Ghost is wrong or bad, I've seen a lot of different types of top surgery, and topic surgery scars drawn and described, and it's absolutely wonderful.

What I'm saying is if you want it, you should write it, draw it, request it. Because someone else is probably looking for that kind of representation too.

And does it have to end at Ghost? No! Trans them all! More trans representation in TF141!

[ghcstao3]

haha wow guys…. can’t believe you’re making me write a part two of this…… haha ok if you insist….

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the sting of soap’s disappointment following the most recent assassination attempt is shortly resolved when only a week later, as he reads in the candlelight, he feels the cool press of a blade gentle against his throat.

he’s smiling before he can stop himself. there could only be one person silent enough to manage such a trick.

“back so soon?” he asks the shadow. he closes his book, careful to keep still. the blade wasn’t meant to hurt unless he moved.

a low hum. “thought i might catch you off guard the second time.”

“sorry to disappoint.” soap feels the pressure disappear, and slumps back in his seat. he lolls his head back to peer up at the assassin, who looms over him, staring with that same dark, piercing gaze.

“don’t worry,” the assassin consoles. “you could never disappoint, your majesty.”

soap laughs. “isn’t it too early to be making assumptions like that? we’ve hardly met.”

a gloved hand, still partially curves around the hilt of a blade, draws a line across soap’s jaw. a gentle caress, met by the bitter kiss of cold steel as his assassin shifts his hold.

“that’s all i need,” the assassin teases. “you’re an easy read.”

soap scoffs, letting his head fall back forward. the assassin makes his steps audible as he backs away.

“well, at least give me a name before you disappear again,” he pleads. “so i know whose title might leave my lips when you inevitably succeed.”

a pensive silence, consideration that soap should not be allowing such a man.

“ghost,” he finally offers.

“ghost,” soap echoes, almost wistfully. he isn’t surprised, when he turns in his chair and sees that ghost is gone yet again.

soap sighs, though his disappointment this time is brief. a second visit is no coincidence—something tells him ghost would most certainly return.

and the prince already finds himself anticipating that very moment.

[s0fter-sin]

soapghost circus au

ghost’s an extreme motorcycle stunt performer - globe of death, riding on his back wheel along tightropes, that sort of thing

soap’s a fire breather/dancer. he’s a roaming performer; he just finds empty spaces or bored people and starts twirling

he pretends not to notice the way he always wanders towards a certain tent every night to watch a certain masked daredevil defy gravity. he thinks he's slick and that ghost won't notice him in the crowd, completely forgetting that he's carrying something that happens to be on fire

ghost couldn't miss him if he tried

one day off, soap's trialing fire whips; he loves the loud crack and the way the flame licks through the air and maybe he's a little too impatient to practice with non flaming whips first, even though he's never used one before

he's covered in soot and fine welts where the tip of the whip keeps flicking back up at him, cutting through his shirt and stinging his skin but he doesn't let that stop him. it starts to stick to him, damp with sweat and blood and he's quick to strip it off; throwing it to the side to keep practicing

when soap finally gets a few good cracks in a row and breaks to celebrate, he almost jumps out of his skin when he sees the masked rider leaning against a trailer watching him

of all the times he's wanted ghost to talk to him, this is not one of them

he wanted to impress him, dance for him with his flaming batons and be mesmerised by his fluidity and skill

not catch him filthy and struggling with something as basic as a whip

he's ready for ghost to ream him out for not having control over the whip - he's known throughout the circuit for expecting utter perfection in his routines - but when ghost finally does speak, it's only to ask if he's done for the day

soap falters for a moment. he wanted to get some consistency with the whip before he stopped, but he's starting to feel the hours of practice; muscles aching and skin blistered with minor burns

he says he is and ghost pushes off the trailer, nodding his head to make soap follow. he brings him back to his trailer and tells him to clean up then takes out his personal med kit to treat the grazes on soap's skin

soap's shocked; for all that he loves to watch ghost perform, they've never really talked before

part of why he joined the circus was so he wouldn't be a burden on anyone, the oldest in a family with too many mouths to feed and not even time to nurture, and here he is taking up ghost's valuable practice time be he wasn't good enough to handle his own discipline. he tries to brush him off, downplaying the burns and tries to leave before half them can be treated but ghost just glares and orders him to sit back down

ghost does expect perfection from himself but it isn’t out of any malice or ego; it's bc he knows if he isn't perfect, he could very easily die. he’s picked a dangerous profession and he gives it the respect it deserves. there isn't any shame in being a novice or failing at something; he thinks there's a lot of beauty in having the courage to get back up again and again

so every day he watches soap practice and bullies him into his trailer to put him back together bc he knows he won't do it by himself

and every night soap wanders over to ghost's section of the fair grounds, in awe of his skill and wishing he could be worthy of the care he gives him

[baohanhanesel]

Frog Ghoap....

And yes Soap is keeping the Mohawk.

[gomzdrawfr]

gimme a kiss, Simon!

[felixeis003]

Arrrgh I forgot to post here again!!! Here's a little WIP

[remiebear]

That video of the police with the dog strapped to him back awoke something in me ✨️✨️

[transmascsimonriley]

good morning

[mactavishenjoyer]

Roach, storming out after breaking into Ghost's room:"Fuck you, Loser!"

Soap:"Did he just steal your wallet?"

Ghost:"yeah."

Soap:"You gonna go after him?"

Ghost:"No."

Soap:"why?"

Ghost:"when he talks that means I really fucked up."

Soap:"you scared?"

Ghost:"Very."

[bressynonym]

gotta keep your soap bundled up! 🧶🧣

[whatev-i-guess]

Johnny with a smirk: Wanna play a game of chicken?

Ghost going down on one knee, taking out a ring: Sure.

[meowmeowriley]

Soap: *quietly cursing and grumbling in the bathroom.

Gaz: *popping his head in "You alright bruv?"

Soap: "No! Never grow out yer mohawk." *continues angrily fucking with his hair and getting more and more Scottish in his mounting rage.

Gaz: "Wasn't plannin' on it."

Soap: "This is the most annoying shit, shoulda shaved mah head, let it all grow out, then shaved the hawk back."

Gaz: "That woulda been smart, yeah."

Soap: "But am I smart?!"

Gaz: "w-"

Soap: "No! Ah'm horny! And stupid. And want Ghost to pull mah hair. And braid it."

Gaz: "Don't you have a PhD in chemistry?"

Soap: *glaring with his hair all fluffed and fucked up "Ah'm book smart."

This was not the first, nor will it be the last, time Gaz finds him like this.

Sincerely, someone who's mohawk is finally long enough to braid, and it was such a pain in the ass to grow out I'd never do it again.

[ghcstao3]

one of soap’s greatest accidental discoveries is the dark shade of red that colours ghost’s face when he blushes.

he doesn’t even particularly remember what he had said to elicit the reaction—only recalls the way the endearingly deep tint had even creeped past the edges of ghost’s balaclava before the lieutenant ducked his head and changed the topic.

as great as the initial discovery is, however, soap is left with questions. he wonders how far the blush goes. he wonders the exact pattern it stains ghost’s pale skin, wonders how warm ghost’s face grows beneath its prickle.

but with the discovery now made, it becomes his mission to see it as often as possible—and hopefully one day, make ghost blush with his face uncovered, just so that soap could map the colour along with freckles and beauty marks and commit every aspect of ghost—simon—to memory.