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✒️ Anniebot | 🎮 Azri'a Lyehga | ©️ 1988
⌜✨️Ghostsoap has me in a chokehold✨️⌟ #Azria #ffxivalt #azcock (WoL/Hancock)
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Anniebot😌 @anniebot.bsky.social · Oct 16
⬆️There are tags in my bio⬆️

I'm a: serial reposter | fic writer | ffxiv player | art enjoyer

Thanks for stopping by, have a good day 😌✨️
Ffxiv catboy dressed (but not styled) as Allucard from Helsing, because I worked hard to get that MNK hat from Eureka
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imsobooorrreedd.bsky.social
#zeffythreads #cod #ghoap

CWs: refwrence to child abuse, angst (with comfort) sfw

17 posts

Simon's mother never smelled good. He doesn't remember much but he remembers that. Her scent was always sour - under cakey makeup and floral perfumes and chemical hair products, the sourness remained.
December 4, 2025 at 3:48 AM
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002405.bsky.social
It's still Wednesday. I can still post a #ghoap wip.

#ghostsoap. cw for Ghost's horrible terrible themed turns of phrase.
Aside from amused at Soap's expense, Ghost seems genuinely curious. So, Soap generously ignores what might have been a pun. “He wants to pet the dog.” Soap snorts and makes a beeline through the mess toward an emptying table. With Ghost at his back, he has an advantage over the crowd. “Gaz has been showin' that video around, and I keep gettin' people who think I'm the new authority on stray animals.” “Aren't you?” Ghost slides into the seat opposite from where Soap sets his tray. “Seemed to have a pretty good handle on the situation.” Ghost's eyes are carefully blank when Soap looks up to catch his expression. Bastard probably knows he's trying to get a read on him. “Is that what it looked like? Heard Gaz showed you too,” Soap prompts, grinning at the tightening around Ghost's eyes he gets for his effort. “He did.” “And?” Soap picks up his fork and makes a 'go on' gesture. “Don't leave me hangin'. I wanna know what 'Ghost the Wolf Hunter' thought of my daring venture.” Ghost rolls his eyes, jaw working under the mask. It takes him a few seconds to respond, long enough that Soap can shovel in a few bites of his hash. “Don't think that's a wolf.” "That's it?" “You want my professional opinion?” Ghost raises an eyebrow, tone flat. Soap frowns. He's starting to get the feeling that Ghost doesn't like where the conversation has gone but, for the life of him, he has no idea why. As Soap sees it, his options are to push harder for a reaction (with the possibility that Ghost will ignore him for the rest of the day), ask him about it directly (with the possibility that Ghost will change the subject and _then_ ignore him for the rest of the day), or let it go and assume something crawled up Ghost's ass and died (as things seem prone to doing). “You wanna give it?” Soap choses to let the topic end naturally. Rest in pieces whatever ruined Ghost's mood today. Godspeed, and all that. “As your Lieutenant and commanding officer—” Oh for the love of god... Soap rolls his eyes and Ghost shoots him a proper glare. “I think that you should leave it well enough alone. Nothing good comes from fucking around with the unknown, best to stay in your lane when you have the chance.” “Sir. Yes, Sir.” The lingering glare tells Soap that his lack of luster has not gone unnoticed. He grimaces and tries to hide the blatant insubordination under another bite of his probably-meatloaf. “I mean it, Soap. You're barking up the wrong tree.” His fork stops only inches from his mouth, and his eyes snap up to make contact with Ghost's again. The man is as stoic as he was a few seconds ago. “Ghost...” “I don't want you slipping your collar in the middle of the night—“ “Ghost.” “—to go chasing a cautionary tail and end up with your nose in something that'll put the bite on you.” “Ghost, please.” Soap gives up on his food and drops his face into his hands. “I'm just tryin' to have lunch.” He knows the plea is useless. Once Ghost gets started, he won't stop until he's interrupted by something important enough, or he runs out of stupid shit to say. (Guess which happens first.) “Feelin' ill, Johnny?” “Aye. And who's fault do you think that is? You and your sick fuckin' jokes.” He glares up at Ghost through the cage of his fingers. “Don't fuss.” Ghost leans in slightly and dips his head, patting the table between them with his palm in a mockery of comfort. “Get some hair of the dog in you, you'll be right as rain.” “See, you wilnae say that when ye find where it came from,” Soap points out, grasping for some semblance of control in the quickly spiraling conversation. He feels somewhat vindicated when Ghost actually _does_ pause and tilt his head. Might be able to salvage this. “Hair of the dog that bit you,” Ghost says. “Aye,” Soap nods, smirking despite himself. “It came from Scotland.” “The hair or the dog?” “The—oh you daft fuckin' cunt!” Soap narrowly resists the urge to launch himself over the table, instead glancing around the crowded mess as he leans in toward Ghost and lowers his voice. “Gaun keep talkin' ya glakit bastart, cause ah know yer pure gantin' for a proper battering next time we're oan the mats, just ye wait.” Ghost squints at him just slightly, corners of his eyes crinkling under the greasepaint. “Is that any way to address your superior officer, Sergeant?” “Is when my superior officer is talkin' pure shi—” “Lover's quarrel?” Soap jumps and only avoids embarrassment because Ghost startles as well—though much more subtly (with him, it's all in the eyes and breath). He turns to look at the other end of the table where Price stands with his arms crossed and his eyebrows raised, mustache slanted in what's probably a smirk. John has to swallow back the urge to spit something equally vitriolic at the Captain; it's one thing to give Ghost grief, but something tells him that Price wouldn't be nearly as forgiving were that behavior directed toward him. “Naw,” Soap says instead, lowering himself back into his seat and taking up his fork again. “We're gettin' along fine.” He punctuates this with a glare toward Ghost, who's still looking far too smug. “That so?” “Nothin' to worry about,” Ghost assures—though since it's coming from him, it sounds less reassuring and more like he's trying to get the Captain off his ass. Case in point, Ghost is standing the next moment, easing away from the table with the sort of nonchalance he only affects when he's trying to make a quick get-away, but can't pull his usual stunt of disappearing into the ether. “See you at the briefing, Captain. Sergeant.” He tips his head incrementally toward them both, but his gaze lingers on Soap. “I've gotta go see a man about a dog.”
December 4, 2025 at 2:04 AM
anniebot.bsky.social
✨️happy #wipwednesday ✨️

I wrote the start of a scene, we'll see how it goes once its done, but I'm excited to be at this point in the draft. Hancock starts off easy

#Azria #ffxivwol #wolfic #ffxivfic #azcock
Work in progress, Hancock decides to see how Az takes to a paddle
December 3, 2025 at 9:23 PM
anniebot.bsky.social
I most definitely have divorced-dad's-eldest-daughter taste in music, ngl
December 3, 2025 at 3:21 PM
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cedardove.bsky.social
Less than 2 weeks away! I didn't have the time to get any new ghoap prints made, but I'll have my Alone ghoap print and mer soap and ghost stickers behind the table, just in case 🤭 Stop by and say hi, if you're in the area! I'll be inside under 'Cedar's Curious Creations'
cedardove.bsky.social Dove @cedardove.bsky.social · Sep 14
I don't care if it's too early to mention it, but I'll be taking part in my first market in December! If you'll be in the area, feel free to say hi! I'll be selling original lino prints, and will have some ghoap prints behind the table on the slim chance I meet anyone 😊
December 3, 2025 at 5:55 AM
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imsobooorrreedd.bsky.social
#zeffythreads #cod #ghoap

Drabble (no cws) 💚

Maybe Johnny learned not to underestimate others at an early age. Maybe he was so tired at being judged superficially over and over. Maybe he looks at Ghost and thinks - 'I want to know your story, even if it's boring or horrifying or devastating.'
December 2, 2025 at 5:28 PM
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s0fter-sin.bsky.social
ghoap frantically making out against a door, finally taking the leap on their feelings

cw crack treated seriously, implied past torture, past erectile dysfunction

#softwrites #ghoap #soapghost
March 17, 2025 at 8:42 PM
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s0fter-sin.bsky.social
i love just completely oblivious ghost. in any military context, he’s the smartest guy in the room; he always knows the play and has more experience than everyone else combined

but stick him in the normal world? man is Lost
March 17, 2025 at 8:42 PM
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s0fter-sin.bsky.social
soap tries so hard to convince ghost that he's safe in the rehab centre, that price saving them wasn’t a fluke or precursor to some cruel fate, that the rest of the humans in the facility aren’t laying in wait for them to let their guard down and finally strike

#softwrites #ghoap #soapghost #mermay
s0fter-sin.bsky.social ✨drowning in wips✨ @s0fter-sin.bsky.social · May 2
saw a tweet about mer!ghost being rescued from roba by price and placed in his rehab facility that soap lives in after a boat propeller injured his tail

now i'm obsessed with the idea that ghost thinks he's traded one hell for another

#softwrites #ghoap #soapghost #mermay
May 3, 2025 at 4:02 PM
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s0fter-sin.bsky.social
saw a tweet about mer!ghost being rescued from roba by price and placed in his rehab facility that soap lives in after a boat propeller injured his tail

now i'm obsessed with the idea that ghost thinks he's traded one hell for another

#softwrites #ghoap #soapghost #mermay
May 2, 2025 at 10:35 PM
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s0fter-sin.bsky.social
something happening on a mission, something personal that has soap spiralling; panic and rage making him reckless, thoughtless, and ghost has to draw the line

#softwrites #ghoap #soapghost
June 29, 2025 at 8:31 PM
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armache.bsky.social
Did you not say we were made for each other?

(small render practice)

#ghoap
#ghostsoap
December 2, 2025 at 4:17 PM
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sundaycat.bsky.social
Safe house, they need to clear the adrenaline somehow 🥴 #Ghostsoap
December 2, 2025 at 2:14 PM
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plant-ffxiv.bsky.social
暗エメ
December 2, 2025 at 12:23 PM
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bluegiragi.bsky.social
(2/2)
December 2, 2025 at 12:14 PM
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bluegiragi.bsky.social
the black wolf 🐺(1/2) #monster141
December 2, 2025 at 12:14 PM
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lespreuh.bsky.social
Lunchtime scribbles
Photo de clémentines et d'oranges gribouillées pour représenter des visages souriants, ébaubis, timides et étranges
December 2, 2025 at 11:12 AM
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coddovecember.bsky.social
Day 2, freshly backed!
A large piece of gingerbread with icing along the edges with 4 prompts written in white swirly icing. The prompts read: "Breath Play, Trapped, "Snowed in", Hypnotism". The gingerbread dove is in the bottom left corner and a decorated gingerbread star in the top right.
December 2, 2025 at 9:13 AM
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wrat.bsky.social
Create despite everything
December 2, 2025 at 4:32 AM
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gwenwilkston.bsky.social
#12DoDCoD Day 1

Ghoap | Sounding | Temperature Play | Impact Play

Soap was shivering, his lungs seizing up with every breath he tried to suck in. It wasn't the cold that was doing him in though — well, not exclusively. (1/6)
coddovecember.bsky.social Dovecember @coddovecember.bsky.social · 2d
May the festivities begin!
A large piece of gingerbread with icing along the edges with 4 prompts written in white swirly icing. The prompts read: "Impact Play, Figging, "Let's warm you up", Temperature Play". The gingerbread dove is in the bottom left corner and a decorated gingerbread star in the top right.
December 1, 2025 at 5:06 PM
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foxes-in-love.bsky.social
A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue and Green turn to look at something in the sky with mild concern. Blue: What is that? A helium balloon? Green: No, it's floating downward, not up. Both foxes are startled, eyes wide, Blue still looking at the sky as Green already turns to flee. Blue: It's coming right at us! Green: Run! Instantly, the unindentified flying object, which is now revealed to be a bright red festive christmas hat, lands right on Green's head with great force and precision. Blue looks down to Green, who is now laying on th ground, the seasonal hat positioned right on his head. Blue: It's December first, isn't it? Green: Yep.
December 1, 2025 at 1:58 PM
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highermagic.bsky.social
🚨🦭🐉❤️‍🔥 SOUND THE ALARM, SHE'S HERE!

"With Bloody, Savage Smiles" - the fourth part of the selkie/leviathan series featuring revenge, murder, and a side of sweet domestic bliss. Enjoy!

archiveofourown.org/works/750760...
With Bloody, Savage Smiles HigherMagic Summary: "Johnny," Simon whines, "what were you thinking about?" Soap sighs, looking back out to the ocean again, still gently caressing Simon's hair and face. "I'm…so happy," he finally says, confessing it to the chilly breeze and Simon's warmth at his back. "So unbelievably happy, but the only reason I'm here is because of you. But there are other selkies. Just like me. Who dinnae have a savior." Simon tenses, breathes out a heavy, hot breath against Soap's neck. "Daniel," he mutters. "Ye remember his name?" Soap asks. "'Course I do," Simon growls, more alert now. "I followed my nose, went to his house before coming to get you. Had to make sure you weren't there, first." "So you know where he lives," Soap says. Simon nods. "Him. And his stolen selkie wives."
December 1, 2025 at 3:00 PM
anniebot.bsky.social
I fear if you took a shot for each spelling error and or typo I make on here, you would be dead

I have tried, and I just cannot do better
December 1, 2025 at 1:13 PM
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studio-leonid.bsky.social
ARTIST SIGN-UP // Facsimile // The Summer Hikaru Died

Form
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12.01 - 01.05.2026

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tshd-facsimile.carrd.co
#TSHD #TheSummerHikaruDied #Zine
December 1, 2025 at 8:36 AM
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winteraspen.bsky.social
question for my writing oomfs: how do you personally determine if a fic idea should be a one shot series or a chaptered long fic? what's the process for that bc I'm trying to determine that with some ideas I have but can't figure out what I like best 👀
December 1, 2025 at 5:14 AM