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Lewis After Dark
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23 | My boyfriend is sex-repulsed & I'd like to keep my main SFW! This account is where I (re)post NSFW stuff

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tngnts.bsky.social
Happy New Year from me and the boys! 🩶
January 1, 2026 at 2:09 PM
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littlevmills.bsky.social
Hi new accounts don't forget the boobs and butts setting
December 24, 2025 at 8:40 PM
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scottbuon.bsky.social
Twinkling stars
December 17, 2025 at 6:50 PM
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clmeowtan.bsky.social
Son of the woods.
December 17, 2025 at 12:25 PM
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stinglesswasp.bsky.social
Destinations (part 1)
#ghostsoap #soapghost
December 17, 2025 at 1:36 PM
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jessfink.bsky.social
I cannot stress enough that most ppl don't ever even think about calling their reps. I talk to ppl in my fam about it and they go "Huh? What?". But your reps work for YOU. They need to know what you actually care about. When we call in big numbers it ALERTS them, cuz they rarely hear from us.
ingloriousgigi.bsky.social Georgina Kiersten @ingloriousgigi.bsky.social · 29d
Hey romancelandia and fandom peeps! If you live in the U.S. right now you should know that KOSA (along with a slew of censorship bills) are advancing through congress right now. If you care about spicy books and/or fanfiction you should contact your reps right now and tell them to vote NO on KOSA!
US House Subcommittee Advances 18 Child Online Safety Bills | TechPolicy.Press
Some members expressed "fury" at the tech industry for not doing more to protect children and teens.
www.techpolicy.press
December 15, 2025 at 10:58 PM
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nicterhorst.com
Idk who needs to hear this, but talking to blorbo on the plagerism machine is crossing the picket line.
kim-hu.com Kim Hu @kim-hu.com · Dec 14
talking to blorbo accounts for over 50% of AI use

openrouter.ai/state-of-ai
A screenshot of a table from the study linked above, it shows that currently 52% of use is for roleplay
December 14, 2025 at 2:50 PM
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jeleynai.bsky.social
"I wish all companies insisting on AI a very bankruptcy"
December 10, 2025 at 3:54 PM
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highermagic.bsky.social
mmmm bio-D/s #ghoap with incredibly soft pleasure Dom Soap and sub Ghost who's never been treated gently before don't mind if I yes

archiveofourown.org/works/75448091
Tidal Wave HigherMagic Summary: "Ghost," Soap says, sharper this time, a little edge of order in his voice. Ghost's shoulders tense, roll up. He winces and straightens again, staring up at Soap. The eye contact is settling, a little - seeing Ghost's eyes focus on him is reassuring, tells Soap that Ghost is with him at least. He forces a smile. "What's goin' on in that pretty little head, huh?" He means it to tease, hopes it'll make Ghost roll his eyes, scoff and shove at him, as he always has when Soap turns flirty and intimate. Ghost's boundaries are well-known and well-respected - he likes the social play of it all, comfortable in platonic submission that lets Gaz and Soap and Price needle at him, seek reassurance that he's their steadfast and constant foundation, but pulls a hard and fast stop when it progresses too far. Soap expects to hit that wall, to get a little snark and be dismissed as a worrying mother hen. But Ghost just stares up at him, unblinking, his eyes unbearably warm, cheeks flushed along the edges of his mask. Soap frowns, reaches out to put the back of his hand on Ghost's forehead. Ghost's lashes flutter weakly. "Think I'm droppin'," Ghost mutters, leaning into the touch.
December 8, 2025 at 4:53 PM
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cedardove.bsky.social
It's fic raffle tiiiiime! Seriously guys, I'm so overwhelmed by the support you've shown me over my time in this fandom. And not just for my fanworks, but my personal struggles and original artistic endeavors as well. I appreciate y'all SO much, I can't properly express it! 🥺💕
Cedar's 1k Fic Giveaway I will be doing a raffle for ONE winner for a fic prompt of your choosing! Can be sfw or nsfw Ghoap is preferred, but I will write other ships, just ask before the drawing! Kink/fetish/AU friendly Have any questions about what I will/won’t write, feel free to DM me! (I don’t judge, don’t be afraid to ask. Worst I can say is it’s not my thing) Drawing will be on December 16th Rules: * Must be over 18 * Be following me * Leave a comment OR reblog to enter * Have DMs open so we can discuss your prompt
December 6, 2025 at 2:38 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
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lusankya.bsky.social
On a textured red background there is a zig zag yellow ribbon defending top left to bottom right saying Stop Forcing A.I Into Every Fucking Thing. And around it on yellow writing it continues by saying Nobody Asked For It, Everyone Hates It.
November 22, 2025 at 11:15 AM
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itsabbyyep.bsky.social
[reunited with a friend I haven’t seen since we were babies]
Me: You still into peekaboo?
November 22, 2023 at 5:20 PM
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5i2.bsky.social
my piece for the soap’s journal zine 🫡
November 11, 2025 at 9:26 PM
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melh1art.bsky.social
hello everyone!
I'm back with a little surprise for you, my dears ^)
youtu.be/bDUmv5KDAP0
youtu.be/bDUmv5KDAP0

#art #digitalart #animation #fananimatoin #cod #ghoap #codmodernwarfare #johnsoapmactavish #soapcallofduty #soapcod #simonghostriley #ghostcallofduty #ghostcod
CREEP |CoD fan animation| GHOAP
YouTube video by melh
youtu.be
October 6, 2025 at 8:13 AM
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plutoswarrior.bsky.social
2 things
1) the point of CNC is that the scene has already been CONSENTED to that’s what the first C in CNC literally stands for and
2) if we block people from creating stories about their own traumas, or creating work with DD content, people will forget and disregard the seriousness of them.
September 20, 2025 at 6:58 PM
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rynbow.bsky.social
As a sfw artist, nsfw artists are very important to me because I get to look at their nsfw art. I find this arrangement most agreeable 🤝
September 20, 2025 at 4:40 PM
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kayin.moe
Fuck a bluesky blackout, we need a whiteout. Cum everywhere, a week of moderators being unable to escape The Cum.
September 21, 2025 at 2:45 AM
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mellounir.bsky.social
how nice it is that people pay attention especially to Mactavish belly fat pouch, because it's intentional and important part for me
September 21, 2025 at 3:54 PM
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brutejussy.etheirys.social
Hey, don't be sad. Stoic grumpy masculine character moaning and whimpering, okay?
August 31, 2025 at 3:24 AM
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azaleaharrisart.bsky.social
He cheers every single time😔
#GhostSoap
August 26, 2025 at 2:29 PM
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cedardove.bsky.social
New Neighbors Pt 1

reluctant friends to lovers #ghoap

(work was slow tonight. loosely inspired by my eccentric, but lovely neighbor)

It's 0100... 0130...

0200

Hell's bells...

John stares at the taunting blue light of his bedside clock as it keeps on cheerfully ticking away before his eyes.
August 23, 2025 at 2:41 AM
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chimeracoder.bsky.social
RT if you also wish ill upon JK Rowling.
August 21, 2025 at 1:43 PM
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getupjohnnyboy.bsky.social
Okay so I watched RDJ's version of Sherlock (A Game of Shadows) and this came to me, lemme know if y'all want it to continue.
(CW: Torture, graphic description of wounds, angst.)
#ghostsoap ##soapghost #ghoap
63 skeets, starts below
August 12, 2025 at 9:02 PM
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naughtystiel.bsky.social
and with this lil piece im ready to waltz out of 2024
December 31, 2024 at 7:00 PM