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Louis Benzig @traumschwinge.bsky.social · 06/12/2025

Late dinner today but I have Goma Miso Nabe

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Louis Benzig @traumschwinge.bsky.social · 17/11/2025

Friend of mine went to the @jmberlin.bsky.social today and sent me a tutorial for beading so ofc I had to make it:

A bracelet made of wire and glass pearls on squared paper

A bracelet made of wire and glass pearls on squared paper from a different angle

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Louis Benzig @traumschwinge.bsky.social · 16/11/2025

Here's my #ghoap fic for the @mwmpregweek25.bsky.social You can read it on AO3 at archiveofourown.org/works/743156...

Rating: M
16 Nov 2025
A Sniper Doesn't Miss by traumschwinge
Call of Duty (Video Games)
No Archive Warnings Apply, John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Trans John "Soap" MacTavish, Trans Male John "Soap" MacTavish, Trans Mpreg I Trans Male Pregnancy, MWMpregWeek2025, Established Relationship, Mpreg | Male Pregnancy, John "Soap" MacTavish Loves Simon "Ghost" Riley, Simon "Ghost" Riley Loves John "Soap" MacTavish, Fluff and Angst, Idiots in Love
Despite taking precautions, despite being in a gay relationship, despite only having had PiV sex once in nine years, Soap ended up pregnant. He wasn't sure how to deal with it, the changes he'd face, but he knew one thing for sure: he'd keep it. Whatever Ghost said once he found out, Soap would keep their baby.
Language: English Words: 697 Chapters: 1/7
Collections: 1 Hits: 0

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Louis Benzig @traumschwinge.bsky.social · 15/11/2025

Here's the first three paragraphs after the pov change 😇

Simon watched Soap get hugged by his mother and felt something fall into place. Like he'd unknowingly been waiting for this moment all his life. He should have brought Soap home ages ago. Not even Tommy's usual jackassery was enough of a detriment. And yet, Soap had even taken the posturing in stride. He really was everything Simon wanted in an alpha and more.
His own mother immediately taking a shine to him only cemented his view.
Dinner was as peaceful as it could be with three MacTavishes at the table. Fiona and Tommy had decided to team up on Soap, teasing him relentlessly, yet without real malice. Daniel and Joseph kept asking Soap any question that crossed their mind, be it about the army or football. Beth and his mother had decided to subtly needle him about his intentions and their plans for the future. Soap was the center of attention. As he should be in Simon's opinion.
And all the while, Simon got to hold his hand like he had every right.

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Louis Benzig @traumschwinge.bsky.social · 12/11/2025

#wipwednesday more uncle trap Ghoap. The game of chicken is heating up. No they have not talked about any feelings yet.

Mrs Riley gave him a long and slow once over, taking in his tanned skin, tight shirt and, with a sudden pinch of her brows, the few scars she could see on him. It made him wish he'd dressed up before meeting her, but his warm smile never faltered. At least not until Simon suddenly poked him in the side.
"Wha— yer weapon, what's that about?!" Simon chuckled. "You looked like you had to suck up to the brass. Thought I'd break the tension."
"She is the brass, yer eedjit, least as I'm concerned," John snapped back.
"Just because your maw raised two alpha helions doesn't mean every mom has to rule with an iron fist. Lighten up."
"Och, ye're one to talk, ye got me maw wrapped around yer little finger already."
Mrs Riley chuckled suddenly. It had John turn back to her, his face heating rapidly. "Ah... I... ehem….."
"It's fine, fine," Mrs Riley waved him off. Her eyes were suspiciously moist. "It's just. It's been a while since I've heard Simon laugh or bicker like that." She took a step forward and pulled John into a surprisingly tight hug. "Thank you for taking care of my boy."
John was at a loss for words. There was nothing he could say that wasn't wildly inappropriate, considering the deal he had with Simon. So he stayed quiet and just hugged her back, promising in his heart of hearts to protect Simon no matter what. "I'll..." He swallowed. "I'll keep taking care of Simon."
"That's all I ask," Mrs Riley assured him, letting go only to press a quick kiss on his left then his right cheek. "Be a good alpha for him, too. He deserves happiness."

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Louis Benzig @traumschwinge.bsky.social · 08/11/2025

Made Kimchi Nabe. Very good choice on a cold day.

A stew in a dark bowl. It contains enoki mushrooms, carrot, chives, tofu, cabbage and bean sprouts. The broth is reddish.

A cutting board with cut ingredients: enoki mushrooms, carrot, chives, tofu and cabbage.

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Louis Benzig @traumschwinge.bsky.social · 05/11/2025

Wip wednesday #ghoap Still the uncle trap fic Joseph is stepping up his meddling game

“Mom, Dan said his uncle’s coming home, too. Can you ask Fiona which train he’ll be on? Maybe we could wait together?” To sell it, Joseph even batted his eyelashes. “I wanna help pick up Simon this time. But it’d be more fun with Dan there, too.”
“Alright, alright.” Beth picked up her phone to type out a quick question. “Huh. It’s the same train as Simon.”
Joseph beamed. Across the table, Tommy snorted. “Oh, are they, now? Bet they’ll be riding together, too.”
“Thomas Riley, you leave your brother alone!” Beth chided without any real fire. “I think it’s cute he’s finally found somebody. John seems nice.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Tommy tucked his head. “I won’t tease him too much. God knows he deserves it.”
“Remember the picture they sent Joseph in the summer? They looked so happy together,” Joseph’s grandmother Mary weighed in. “I really wish Simon would introduce us.”
“Well, you know Simon. Chances are he won’t tell us anything until one day he just casually mentions he’s gotten hitched.” Tommy waved his hand dismissively. “Who’s to say he hasn’t already gotten himself knocked up. Or mated.”
Joseph perked up at that. “You think so?”
Tommy shrugged. “I think he wouldn’t tell us either way until he shows up with a pup.”
“I bet John would tell us! He likes talking, just like Dan.”
A smirk stretched over Tommy’s face. “Oh, does he now? Why don’t we invite the MacTavishes for dinner tomorrow, then? Bet Fiona would be glad not to have to feed her lot herself.”
Joseph nodded vigorously before turning his best puppy eyes on his mother. “Can we have dinner with Dan and his mom, pleaseeeee?”

It was early evening when the train rolled into the station. Ghost had complained under his breath the entire time as he'd untangled himself from Soap, after having slept on his shoulder for most of the afternoon. After a surprise last minute mission, they'd barely had half a night on base before they had been supposed to leave for home again. So Soap couldn't begrudge Ghost the shut eye. He could, however, internally bemoan his overactive fantasy. Not that the upcoming month was looking like a relief on that front. They were both sure their nephews had something planned for them.
What he hadn't expected of them, however, was being ambushed right on the bleeding platform.
He'd barely stepped off when he heard a shriek from his left and saw a blur dash towards him. It was only thanks to Ghost right behind him that he didn't bolt right back into the train. That, and making out his name in the shriek. Daniel launched himself at his shoulders and missed, knocking the air out of John. A broad hand between his shoulderblades steadied him.
"Careful, Johnny," he murmured, before crouching down just enough so Joseph could wrap his arms around his uncle. Without any visible effort, Ghost straightened up again, the boy perched on his arm like a toddler. "Did you come here together?"
Joseph looked a little too innocent for John's liking. "Dan mentioned John'd arrive the same day as you so we figured."
"Ah," was all Ghost had to say to that. He nodded at a thin, brown haired woman. "'Ello, Beth. No Fiona?"
"She's looking for a parking spot," the woman, Beth, shrugged. "Should be here in a minute but the boys were insistent."

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Louis Benzig @traumschwinge.bsky.social · 23/10/2025

Wip Wednesday even tho I haven't written much because I once again caught the flu

But if there was something, why hadn't Ghost pushed for more? Soap definitely had tried, had toed all lines Ghost had drawn between them, just to eke out the smallest progress. "What am I supposed to do? I've never even thought about finding myself an omega."
"Can't be that hard, can it, sergeants?" Ghost's voice from behind them made them both jump.
''s not like omegas aren't roughly twenty percent of the population." When neither answered him, he prowled closer, coming to a halt right in front of Soap. "Do you need help?"
"I..." Soap stammered. His heart was beating so fast he was afraid he might crack a rib. He wanted so badly to fling his arms around Ghost's neck and start begging to be accepted as a suitable mate. "No, I just..." He faltered again.
This close, he had to crane his neck to look into Ghost's eyes. He could smell the irritation on him.
"You just what, Johnny?" Ghost growled. "Spit it out."
"He's into tall and massive," Gaz piped up.
Without being the target of Ghost's irate attention, it was easier to talk. Soap was a little jealous, mostly because he was fighting all his instincts just so he would stay in place.
"Emotional constipation optional. Know a guy like that, lieutenant?"

Ghost glared at him now. "No." He put a heavy hand on Soap's shoulder and squeezed. The gesture reminded Soap there was no escape.
"But I could do with some help during my next heat. Somebody to keep the tossers away.
Unless you want me to go to Price." About what was left open. In Soap's mind, it was about insubordination and a suitable punishment. Laps until you puke Ghost had said.
"Soap'd love to." Gaz' smile was evident in his voice. Soap could do nothing but nod.
"Good man." Ghost patted Soap's shoulder. "Let me know if you need an evening off for a date." He went to fix himself a cuppa, while Soap stood rooted in place. It was funny, really. In life or death situations, he'd always thought his instincts were to fight. But faced with Ghost's wrath, his body had decided to freeze, to play dead. Not even Gaz tugging on his arm could drag him out of it. Only after Ghost had left with his tea did Soap stumble over to the couch where he promptly collapsed.
"I'm fucked," he declared.

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Louis Benzig @traumschwinge.bsky.social · 16/10/2025

Late for Wip Wednesday by a day. But anyway, here's two pining idiots #ghoap

"John is really nice," Joseph hummed. He'd turned back to his breakfast. "He asked about you, too, Simon. Text him."
In an instant, Tommy appeared next to Simon, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "So John's your alpha boyfriend, then?"
"No," Simon said just as Joseph chirped: "Yes!" Despite Simon's withering glare that'd send any lower rank running, his own nephew continued to twist the knife and fan the flames: "You scented him yesterday at the chippy."
Simon pulled his hood over his head, to hide his warming ears. He'd always hated Tommy's teasing.
Tommy had clearly smelled blood in the water.
"He got scented good before he arrived here, too," he told Joseph. "His hoodie on the trip from the station was drenched with it." Joseph's face immediately fell. "That can't have been John. They only met yesterday." Tommy's grin widened considerably. "Oooooh, scandalous. One man at home, one on base, huh?"
"I'll fill your bed with worms, Tommy," Simon growled, pulling his hood shut to hide from the teasing. If only half of it were true. Or all, considering that Soap and John were the same person. But Soap was barely his friend. There was no way he'd see him like that. He was just a friendly person, to everybody, even to Simon. It didn't mean anything. The scentings were accidents, or to scare off other alphas. They didn't mean anything. Even if Simon meant it every time he scented Soap.

They weren't fast enough. Just as Soap was about to get behind the wheel, Tommy hollered:
"Don't worry! We won't tattle to your military boyfriend, Simon! Have fun on your date!" Soap barely made it two turns before he had to open his bloody smart mouth. "Military boyfriend, huh?"
"Shut. Up." The growl didn't come out nearly as menacingly as Simon had wanted it to. He'd toned it down when he'd noticed their nephews in the backseat perking up.
However, that also meant Soap was completely undeterred. "Nonono, I gotta know who. Gaz?
Price?"
Simon glared at him. That didn't work either.
Soap, still smiling brightly, was looking straight ahead at the road, ignoring him completely. "I can and I will kill you," Simon hissed.
Soap gasped. His smile turned into a mockery of a frown. "Don't tell me it's Shep-" He never got to finish the name. Instead, Soap yowled in pain.
Simon had clamped his hand around the top of his left knee and dug his thumb right into a pressure point where it really hurt. Simon leaned in close to whisper, easing his grip so Soap wouldn't cause an accident: "Tommy thinks you're my boyfriend because you can't keep your body odor to yourself. Basically, he thinks I'm with Soap and cheating with John." Soap's eyes widened in understanding. He swallowed. "Understood, Simon," he said, tone shifting from his jovial off-duty voice to a more composed, clipped one. "I'll keep that in mind." Protests erupted from the peanut gallery. "Uncle Simon! Don't threaten people!" And "John, you can take anyone in a fight. show that boyfriend!"

$Careful not to jostle the cat, Simon leaned against Soap. He purred: "Thought you were my alpha." Just for a fraction of a second, Soap stiffened. Then, he laughed. "Only in your brother's dreams." "True," Simon chuckled. "But doesn't mean we can't pretend for the afternoon." He desperately wanted to pretend for a while. To have Soap close, maybe be held or at least lean on him. "This morning was a whole day." "That bad?" "Tommy is a pest." "You love your brother, though." Simon snorted. "Rarely." Soap laughed. The way he moved his head, it was almost like he wanted to press his nose into Simon's hair. "He probably means well. As does Fiona, planning our wedding already." "Oh, great, so Beth's probably in on it, too," Simon huffed. "Joseph told him his and Daniel's moms get along great. There's no escape. Might just as well elope now." "You won't even let me take you out for dinner." "I let you buy us fish'n'chips." "Yes, you and Joseph. That doesn't count." "Oh, now you get to decide what does and doesn't count again?" Simon let his head slip closer to Soap's neck so he could breathe in his scent better. The cat in his lap had started to purr. "The pub is not a date. Especially on nights when rookies get to go out." Soap clearly wanted to protest. But he had no argument there. "You also missed my birthday," Simon went on. "It was in April." Soap gasped. "You have a birthday?" "Sod off, of course I do."$

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Louis Benzig @traumschwinge.bsky.social · 26/09/2025

Got some fancy sweets for my tea time in the mail today. This one didn't survive intact so I ate it first.

A rice cracker shaped like a snow covered mount fuji on a black plate decorated with a moon, rabbits and grasses.

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Louis Benzig @traumschwinge.bsky.social · 20/09/2025

First time I belt wove. So I'm posting my bad art. Since I have it. I learned a lot about tension. I might need a better setup to weave.

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Louis Benzig @traumschwinge.bsky.social · 17/09/2025

I published the final chapter of my #ghostsoap vigilante/superhero AU yesterday. I haven't written P with Plot in a while. Consider giving it a read: archiveofourown.org/works/69070386

Explicit M/M no warnings complete
Chemistry Of Survival by
traumschwinge
Call of Duty (Video Games)
No Archive Warnings Apply, John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, John Price (Call of Duty), Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Phillip Graves (Call of Duty), Vladimir Makarov, Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, Alternate Universe -
Mob, author is not a chemist, Chemical Inaccuracies, John "Soap" MacTavish is Trying His Best, Traumatized Simon "Ghost" Riley, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Aftermath of Violence
To get away from his father, the well known mob boss Vladimir Makarov, Soap had become the chemical supplier of choice for the entire underworld of the city he lived in. Then, one day, the notorious vigilante The Ghost showed up on his doorstep with a pipe bomb and made Soap reevaluate his priorities in life.

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Louis Benzig @traumschwinge.bsky.social · 16/09/2025

If it weren't the exact same in Mandarin and I weren't just looking up the pronunciation, this'd be super confusing.

A screenshot from a dictionary app. In the search field is written 南無阿弥陀佛. Search results are the six individual characters with individual readings and meanings unrelated to the meaning of the phrase. The phrase is an invocation of the Amitaba Buddha (the buddha to come, central to Zen Buddhist rites and believes)

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Louis Benzig @traumschwinge.bsky.social · 12/08/2025

I started uploading my vigilante #ghoap #ghostsoap AU fic to AO3! Will update every monday for the upcoming month (5 Chapters total) archiveofourown.org/works/690703...

Rating:
Explicit
Archive Warning:
No Archive Warnings Apply
Category:
M/M
Fandom:
Call of Duty (Video Games)
Relationship:
John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley
Characters:
John "Soap" MacTavish, John Price (Call of Duty), Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Phillip Graves (Call of Duty), Vladimir Makarov
Additional Tags:
Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, Alternate Universe - Mob, author is not a chemist, Chemical Inaccuracies, John "Soap" MacTavish is Trying His Best, Traumatized Simon "Ghost" Riley, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Aftermath of Violence
Language:
English

Chemistry Of Survival
By traumschwinge
Summary:
To get away from his father, the well known mob boss Vladimir Makarov, Soap had become the chemical supplier of choice for the entire underworld of the city he lived in. Then, one day, the notorious vigilante The Ghost showed up on his doorstep with a pipe bomb and made Soap reevaluate his priorities in life.
Notes:
Thanks to my friends gobiin and hammershark for their help with the title.
Will update this every Monday.

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Louis Benzig @traumschwinge.bsky.social · 09/07/2025

I don't usually do #wipwednesday but have some misunderstanding based #ghoap drama

“He went to Makarov,” Ghost ground out. “Made a deal with him. That’s when I left.”
“What deal?” Laswell pushed. “Do you know any details?”
Ghost shook his head. “Only that it was about me. And him.” The words tasted like ashes. Soap had really gone to Makarov for a deal, after he’d learned what had been done to Ghost. “Makarov promised him he could keep me as a pet.”
“That can’t be right. What did he say? Exactly?” Dr Josie stared at him in utter disbelief. “Soap would never-!”
“It’s exactly what they said!” Ghost roared. His fists were clenched. He was trembling. He didn’t want to believe it either. “Soap arranged to hand me over and Makarov promised Soap’d be the one to take me out!” Ghost wanted to throw up.
“Simon…” Suddenly, Price’s hand was on Ghost's shoulder, grounding him. When Ghost didn’t fight him off, he pulled him into a tight hug. “I’m so sorry.”

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Louis Benzig @traumschwinge.bsky.social · 02/06/2025

Hi everyone, I updated my and @xixii1.bsky.social 's entry for the COD big bang. Read on from ch5 here: archiveofourown.org/works/659154... Or start at ch1 here: archiveofourown.org/works/659154... 4 more chapters will come next monday at 6pm CEST

Background is clouds in various orange shades. The headline reads COD big bang sneak peek. In a big black box in white letters is a snippet reading:
“Plan’s easy enough.” Riley shrugged. “Just wish bug spray or tick cards worked on the damn parasites. You” He pointed at John “find us a portal. We” He turned on the toe of his boot to grab Nik by the front of his shirt “will pay the king of the fae a visit. It’s been two years since his wife kicked him out. I reckon it’s time he starts groveling.”

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Louis Benzig @traumschwinge.bsky.social · 30/05/2025

I have proper free time so I'm not online much these days

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Louis Benzig @traumschwinge.bsky.social · 26/05/2025

I'll be posting the first third of my big bang fic in approx. 9 hours, together with the wonderful @xixii1.bsky.social Sneak peak:

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Louis Benzig @traumschwinge.bsky.social · 17/05/2025

I think my boy needs a boyfriend this mermay, but what fish should I use for Soap's tail? I'm open to suggestions. Requirement: lives in the North Sea.

A crotcheted mermaid doll with blonde hair, white mask and black and gray mermaid tail

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Louis Benzig @traumschwinge.bsky.social · 11/05/2025

新しい本を買いました。

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Louis Benzig @traumschwinge.bsky.social · 07/05/2025

#wipwednesday #ghoapfic Witch!Ghost's grand entry feat. Soap being a feral lil shit stirrer.

Ella shrank back behind Soap, her body shaking like an aspen in a storm. Soap patted her head. “Nae,” he declared with a wicked smile. “Oor hag’s onner way. And ye’ll gid such a guid hidin’ den.”
“Please, let her come.” The queen had lost none of her amusement. “Even a hag o’ hags couldn’t take the Fairy Queen in the heart of her realm. Bring-”
Whatever the queen wanted brought was cut off by the sound of horns and the beats of hooves over the drawbridge. The commotion caused enough of a distraction all around for Price to come out of his hiding place and gather Ella up, urging Soap to follow him back to his spot behind a tapestry. Soap glanced back at the entrance portal, just as it was pushed open by none other than Simon, muscular arms barely contained by his hoodie. Upon his head, he wore a midnight-black pointy hat, decorated with the face of a skull sewn to its crown like a trophy and a promise all at once. Soap missed a step, too enchanted by the figure Simon was cutting like that.

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Louis Benzig @traumschwinge.bsky.social · 24/04/2025

Waaaaaaah my order from @radio298.bsky.social arrived! Esukoさん、ありがとう❣️ 小さなsoapは特に可愛いです😍

Two large stickers of ghost and soap from call of duty as a cat and a dog, two keychains of the same characters as humans and a tiny sticker of Soap.
The business card in the corner reads esuko @radio298 @radio298.bsky.social

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Louis Benzig @traumschwinge.bsky.social · 24/04/2025

Poor Ayame-kun. Last of his kind. Now eaten.

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Louis Benzig @traumschwinge.bsky.social · 23/04/2025

Have Soap bonding with a child in my #codbigbang fic on this #wipwednesday For art to this, look to @xixii1.bsky.social :D her Nik is especially fantastic!

Soap’s resolve to not fall for cheap tricks crumbled. The kid, like him, was expecting Simon to come for them. They trusted Simon, just like he did. He stepped out of the grass. “I’m afraid not,” he said, quickly adding: “But I’m a friend of Mr Simon’s. He knows we’re gone. I’m sure he’ll come for us real soon, alight?”
The child sniffed, then wiped their face. They looked like a girl, now that Soap’d taken a moment to study them. “I don’t know you,” she declared, glaring at him. “Show me your teeth!”
Confused, Soap complied. It felt to him like he was an animal threatening a threat.
The girl looked at him with intense concentration. “Look normal enough. How do you know Mr Simon?”
“He stole a sausage off my plate. And ate most of my crisps, too.” Soap added a huff, just for the kid to laugh at him.
She puffed up her chest. “He trades me fruit for my crisps if I meet him on the way to school.”
“Och. Clearly, you’re his favorite.” Soap faked being jealous. “All I get for my food is plant facts and puns.”
The girl wiped her tears away, suddenly pleased with herself. Being Simon’s favorite clearly was a badge of honor. “Mr Simon’ll come for us, right?” she asked. “What’s your name?”
“John. I’m an inspector from London. What about you?”
“I’m Ella. I’m in second grade. From Northington.”
“Nice to meet you, Ella.” Soap held out his hand which she promptly shook. “Why’d you ask to see my teeth?”
“Because all elves have needle teeth.” She said it as if he was an idiot for not knowing that simple fact.

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Louis Benzig @traumschwinge.bsky.social · 23/04/2025

I have a new toy. I shall devote my free time to it.

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Louis Benzig @traumschwinge.bsky.social · 17/04/2025

Versteh ich aus seiner Sicht, Objektpermanenz ist so eine Sache bei Neurodivergenzen... Das ist mein Kuscheltier. Er wiegt ca. 1,5kg und sollte damit auch von Kindern gut zu bewegen sein. Ist vielleicht einen Versuch wert.

Schlecht belichtetes Foto auf dem ein grüner Plüsch-Triceratops von einer Hand vor einer Raufasertapete gehalten wird.

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Louis Benzig @traumschwinge.bsky.social · 15/04/2025

I cannot offer fauna but I can do flora!

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Louis Benzig @traumschwinge.bsky.social · 11/04/2025

GoAsia had frozen tang hulu 糖葫芦(｡ ́︿ ̀｡)

Five sugar coated hawthorn apples(?) on a stick

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Louis Benzig @traumschwinge.bsky.social · 08/04/2025

Buchempfehlung für die Dame beim Umbau. Mein Gott manche Menschen... 🙄

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Louis Benzig @traumschwinge.bsky.social · 05/04/2025

How I cope with those shitty shitty thoughts: no fic today. Just bike rides.

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Louis Benzig @traumschwinge.bsky.social · 02/04/2025

Have a sneak peak of my #codbigbang fic feat. gdocs being a dork about it

Text that reads: "have allowed it anyway. Which left the pub, which was unlikely, Riley, who Price was convinced was a witch, not an elf, Mrs Johnson, who’d hung up horseshoes all around the house, and… Soap groaned out loud. The apple he’d snatched. Really, what else could it be, if it was about elven food. He was such an idiot. Price hadn’t known any remedy, aside from carrying iron and toughing it out. Soap vowed to drop by the pharmacy for some iron supplements, just to try that out." The toughing of toughing it out is highlighted with the suggestions reading "touching" and "Delete".

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Louis Benzig @traumschwinge.bsky.social · 23/03/2025

Flowers (esp gift flowers) are such a happiness boost. I got some for my birthday and they were a joy in my day for almost 3 weeks! I mean how can you not be happy coming home to this?

A bouquet mainly of violet and pink flowers with some greenery and tiny yellow blooms

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Louis Benzig @traumschwinge.bsky.social · 22/03/2025

Break time means fresh air for the plant bebes

Four bean plants in a square planter, draped around a bamboo trellis

Seven small pea plants in a round planter with chicken wire trellis

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Louis Benzig @traumschwinge.bsky.social · 17/03/2025

Give me an excuse to shirk work tonight (in approx. 5 hours)

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Louis Benzig @traumschwinge.bsky.social · 22/02/2025

Stanley in dress uniform <3 protecting his husband <33333

A still from Dr Stone season 4 episode 7. Freshly petrified Stanley Snyder in uniform kneels over Dr Xeno on the ground, one hand touching his shoulder.

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