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fockenwimdy.bsky.social
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boys it’s officially focken wimdy today 😆
October 31, 2025 at 12:22 PM
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like those first four lines
October 30, 2025 at 8:01 PM
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a little bit of a longer wip for you all for a new fic. i definitely wish i had more time right now to be working on this as it's a spooky one for the halloween season and i'm really excited for it but alas life...

but it's ok because spooky season is year round 🎃👻
wip snippet: He can't tear his gaze away from the raging current of blood—blood, so much blood—as it circles his wrist, drips down his forearms, pools in the creases of his elbows, soaks into his shirt. All he can do is watch, from afar maybe, half dissociated and yet aware of the difference in weight and feel and texture of the few congealed globs that catch on the mounds of his knuckles, of the drops of separated plasma that splatter on the pale hair dusting his forearms, of the way the thinnest coats of blood on his wrists have already started to dry, tightening his skin as it hardens. A relentless murmuring plays in his head, words whispered and slurred and stumbled over that he can't make out over the roaring of the tap or the sound of heavy rain as crimson peppers metal. There's no space left in his mind for him to make demands of his body—not that he knows what those demands would even be if he could. The murmuring is just that loud. His palms suddenly turn upward, the movement unnatural and jerky. The sides of his fingers come together to form a cup, and a deep pool of warmth rapidly fills the cove his hands make. When the blood threatens to spill over the curve of his fingers, one murmur breaks through the muddled mess. Then his hands are moving once again, lifting and lifting and lifting to his lips…
October 30, 2025 at 3:14 AM
fockenwimdy.bsky.social
close up of ghost being disgustingly in love and soap being unable to handle it
October 13, 2025 at 10:04 PM
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kraken blush comes with a seizure warning 🤭 first art for the first ch of @toomanybats.bsky.social and @monsterlice.bsky.social's fic for the wonderful @soapedghost.bsky.social

link below, go show the fic and chris all the love
#joesart #soapghost
kraken hybrid soap and ghost in shallow ocean during sunset with a couple rocks sprinkling the coast. ghost's hand is reaching out toward's soap's face, and soap's face tentacles are reaching out to wrap around ghost's fingers even though he's trying to hide. his blush is making his tentacles dark red and pink, with white lines pulsing up the lengths (think cuttlefish)
October 13, 2025 at 10:04 PM
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it just happens to be a very special @soapedghost.bsky.social birthday today, here's to absolutely kraken your m'fkinghog!!!! so @monsterlice.bsky.social @toomanybats.bsky.social and i've got some monsters for y'all. fic's below

here's the ref sheet for our squid boy, and more art is on its way 🫡
ref sheet for kraken hybrid soap, inspired by the bamf stonefish and the looks like it's always crying cuttlefish, featuring spines with bright blue opalescent toxin, colour changing tentacles, a rather squiggly cock, and some black cum close up of soap torso and size ref to a pining ghost the face, featuring face tentacles that he often flattens along his face (when they're not a squiggly mess cause ghost is making him blush) and the cock, that unfurls from a sheath, shoots black cum (think squid ink), and two little clit shapped apendages that jut from the base of his cock
October 10, 2025 at 8:20 PM
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and there we have it folks, the final day of bgw hot off the press 🫡 hope you enjoy!! thank you tenz for all the work you put into hosting this event

#bottomghostweek #joesfics #soapghost
@bottomghostweek.bsky.social
fic, “Wanted: Alive” on ao3 summary: "Can't say I'm not surprised to see ya here." Ghost clicks his tongue as he dismounts his horse with a smooth sweep of his leg. Lazily stretching out his arm, Ghost lets his palm land on the handle of the Luger tucked into the holster slung at his waist. His weight comes to rest cocked on one hip as he stares down at glowering blue eyes. "The infamous John "Soap" MacTavish, captured by one of my lowly men. Oh, how the mighty have fallen." or a pillory gets put to good use
September 21, 2025 at 7:31 PM
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lil snippet for ya just for shits and giggles
September 15, 2025 at 8:49 PM
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swallowed whole
September 12, 2025 at 9:17 PM
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the final bgw wednesday wip 🤠 they’re boutta get rowdy in day 7
wip snippet: His weight comes to rest cocked on one hip as he stares down at glowering blue eyes. "The infamous Soap, captured by one of my lowly men. Oh, how the mighty have fallen." "Was gettin' mighty bored makin' yer lads look lit bairns fresh off their ma's tits day in 'n day oot. Swear, halva'them cannae take a swig o' the piss water ye dare call whisky without coughin' up a lung." His hands move as animatedly as they can from where they're locked in the wood pillory as he rambles, neck straining so he can keep his dry sky blue gaze true, locked on Ghost's own. "Chirst, 'n dinnae even get me started on their shootin'. None of their sorry arse's could hita fokin' coo even if it was already half dead 'n done layin' on the bleedin' ground let alone even singe ma fuckin' hat." A crooked smile, all sharp teeth and even sharper eyes, replaces the man's sneer. "Least noo I can have some fun."
September 10, 2025 at 7:34 PM
fockenwimdy.bsky.social
let me just slide day 6 in here real quick 🫡

six down, one to go 🤭

#bottomghostweek #joesfics #soapghost
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“How To Break A Man” on ao3 summary: The man tied to the chair stares right at Ghost as he fists his pulsing, ruddy cock in harsh, frenetic stripes. Heat billows from the tip in jerky waves as the blazing skin meets dry air. He doesn't know how that piercing, fractalled blue even knows where to look. The man can't possibly find the tar pit black of Ghost's eyes. Not when he's secured behind a two-way mirror. Yet they do, chips of crisp ice flecked in an arctic sea and pupils a perfect sphere of all-consuming black that drag him down into their luring, lethal currents, tracking Ghost's eyes with the precision lock of an ICBM. Ghost flicks his gaze towards the door between them to double check it's locked. It is. Of course it is.
September 9, 2025 at 4:47 AM
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🇺🇸
September 7, 2025 at 10:08 PM
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like this part right here 🥵🥵 that’s some thiccc man
September 6, 2025 at 4:15 AM
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me if anyone even dared
August 31, 2025 at 2:33 PM
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day 5 posted on day 6, more likely than you think

part 2 of “come to the garden with me” but 👊 edition

#bottomghostweek #joesfics #soapghost
@bottomghostweek.bsky.social
fic “i feel like i’m breaking free” on ao3 summary: As their first mating came and went, and their minds curled around each other, taking root deep in the existence of the other, Soap wanted each passing second to feel like a heated iron spike right through his eye socket. At least then he would be certain he could cherish every future moment in the pale skin of his mate. He released the hold he had on the minds of those within the coliseum soon after his mate was safe back in his nest, because while his hunger still raged within him, it no longed called for ripe souls. It only called to hunt and stalk and play and lay with his mate. And to finalize their bond with his seed— To breed. To gift Simon with their young. or ghost's got a squeeky clean, fresh off the lot cervix and soap is here to break in that new uterus smell
August 31, 2025 at 2:22 AM
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i am so excited to post DAY 4!!!!! @spiltspit.bsky.social and i had the chance to collab on this, please so gush about their work!!!!!! (link below)

#bottomghostweek #joesfics #soapghost
@bottomghostweek.bsky.social
fic, "Yours to Bleed (Mine to Keep)" on ao3 summary: Omegas dread the courting rite. For them, the acts of brutal violence are too much to handle. Alphas drugged into their first pre-ruts are pitted against one another, every feral instinct forcibly pushed to the forefront until they are nothing but mindless beasts clawing at each other's throats, ripping through flesh to expose rabid hearts pounding with the pheromones coursing through their blood. Consumed with the hunger to kill and court and mate and fuck. But Ghost couldn’t be more different from his brethren and sistren. He basks in the violence, in the carnage, in the purity of their most basic instincts. Bloodshed calls to him, as a form of art, as a display of one's true dominance, more so than anything else ever could. or the virgin omega bride ghost au
August 28, 2025 at 9:46 PM
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rolling in with day 3 🎱

#bottomghostweek #joesfics #soapghost
@bottomghostweek.bsky.social
fic “Kiss Shot” from ao3 summary: Kiss Shot: a shot where the cue ball makes more than one contact with one or more object balls to score or the one where they have soft tender pool table sex
August 27, 2025 at 11:47 PM
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cw: piss, knives
day 2 here we come 🫡

#bottomghostweek #joesfics #soapghost
@bottomghostweek.bsky.social
fic “Average Wants” on ao3 summary: /Ghost almost looks hypnotised as he traces the tip of the blade, mindlessly running his finger back and forth, uncaring for the way the dried blood flakes onto his glove and desk. Only when Soap takes a deep breath and the air tickles against the shell of Ghost's ear does he finally turn. When his eyes find Soap's they're… dazed, pupils blown so wide behind lidded eyes Soap can't tell where they end and his irises begin. The soft orange radiating from the bedside lamp is completely swallowed in their dark hue, and they look even darker when pitted against the bright blush Soap can see staining his skin from around the eye holes of his balaclava. It almost looks as if he's sinking into subspace…/ or throat goat simon ghost riley who gets denied the throat goating experience he truly wants because he didn't ask for what he needed
August 26, 2025 at 2:43 PM
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bongo cat must be very happy 🎉🎉🎉
August 26, 2025 at 2:29 PM
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bottom ghost week is finally here!!!! i cannot wait to share what i've got with you all 🫡 here is day 1, the title is from "The Garden" by Lovely Colours

#bottomghostweek #joesfics #soapghost
@bottomghostweek.bsky.social
fic "there's something in me coming loose" on ao3 summary: Recovering quickly onto a dusty, leather clad knee, the Kestrel stands, then lunges. The swing is head on, aimed right between the brow ridge of the skull crudely stitched onto Ghost's galea. It's painfully telegraphed and easily defendable. A curling wisp of hazy black flutters from the edge of the curved sword, if only for a fleeting moment, but long enough to divert Ghost's attention. He dodges, the displaced air from the swift slash of the sica whistling over the sockets of his mask. Too close, closer than any sword has gotten in a long time. He deals with it like all the others.
August 25, 2025 at 2:23 PM
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last bgw wip snippet before we get this thing started

day 6 👀
text snippet: The man tied to the chair stares right at Ghost as he fists his pulsing, ruddy cock in harsh, frenetic stripes. Heat billows from the tip in jerky waves as the blazing skin meets dry air. He doesn't know how that piercing, fractalled blue even knows where to look. The man can't possibly find the tar pit black of Ghost's eyes. Not when he's secured behind a two-way mirror. Yet they do, chips of crisp ice flecked in an arctic sea and pupils a perfect sphere of all-consuming black that drag him down into their luring, lethal currents, tracking Ghost's eyes with the precision lock of an ICBM. Ghost flicks his gaze towards the door between them to double check it's locked. It is. Of course it is.
August 20, 2025 at 3:59 AM
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oh gosh what's this, another bgw snippet 🙄
-you all
text snippet: Soap's body materialises yet again in a graceful puff of smoke and in one flowing, graceful movement he gently crowds Ghost backwards until his back presses against the lip of the altar. With a steady touch at his waist, he's lifted up onto the marble. It's hard touch is cold compared to the warm embrace of the mid-day sun, and it sends a roving shiver up the length of his spine. Cold? "Mmm, no. Feels good," Ghost mumbles lazily as he lies down, unfurling his spine and stretching his hands up above his head like a basking cat. Black shadows land to either side of his torso and massage slowly up and down along his skin. They weave themselves between the threads of Simon's chlamys as their touch spreads, tan wool replaced by black mist, until his garb dissipates in a waft of curling smoke, leaving him naked on the altar. A reverent hum teases the air between them as Soap whispers, Gorgeous.
August 13, 2025 at 4:27 PM
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everyone on base pretty much knows this too, how protective they are of each other’s space, so i imagine when they go to the mess it looks like this
August 3, 2025 at 12:20 AM
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we’re so close
July 31, 2025 at 11:25 PM
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another bgw wip 🎱
wip snippet: "I love watchin' you squirm every time I get too close." His fingers trace over the velvet touch of the cloth before he plants his hand, the cue coming to rest between his thumb and first knuckle. "Today might just be the day." With a sharp, rich crack, the cue ball collides with the others. They scatter like broken glass. The solid one, orange, that'd been in the third position within the rack, sinks smoothly into the left side pocket. The white ball wanders slowly as the others disperse before coming to a full stop just right of centre. "I doubt that," Simon says between sips of his bourbon. Soap makes quick, easy work of another solid, blue, in the corner pocket, then another, red, in the opposing pocket, before missing on his last attempt. Standing to his full height, he circles the table and prowls to Simon's side, who's leaned himself against the ornate, dark wood decorative moulding lining the window parallel to the table. He slips a pinky finger beneath the cuff of Simon's dress shirt, teasing at the pale skin, before coaxing the glass from his hand. Leaning close, the flesh of his lips just catching on the clean shaven side of Simon's jaw, he purrs. "Your turn."
July 30, 2025 at 10:16 PM