ceilidho

[ceilidho]

my patreon is here!! you can find some of the stuff from my buy me a coffee account AND new things in the next few days!!<3

[ceilidho]

This is not a criticism at all, just a curiosity. Why do you write dubcon so much? Is it that you like putting the characters in those situations?

P.s I love your work! Fig 4 was so good, loved how your wrote Simon.

there’s not really a deep reason for it 😭 it just makes me h*rny

thank you so much!!! I’m so glad you enjoyed fig 4!!!

[ceilidho]

i just want you know i discovered your account 5 days ago and i have already binged all of your cod fics like a madwoman. sirius c and superstore altered my brain chemistry forever but the one i genuinely cannot get out of my mind is fear of god (you say you have never written scifi in your life but i swear its one of the best things i have ever read). thank u for existing, pls never stop writing xxxx

omg thank you so much 😭❤️🫶 this thrills me to hear!! Thank you for reading my fics!

[ceilidho]

how do you manage to write Ghost so well? do you have tips? I’m kind of struggling to get the characterization I want and your depiction of him is so rich

it's partly just that i've written him sooo much. i have a very detailed mental image of him. writing an outline of the fic beforehand is also very important to me, and i often use that as a time to write full paragraphs including what he looks like, his psyche, his internal sense of self, etc.

it's also important to write not just long or multi-chaptered fics for him but also short micro fics that will help you better understand his character. i have a whole anthology of micro fics on ao3 that are usually around 1000 words (some just under 2k) and those really helped me develop an instinct for writing him. i can hear his voice in my head now when writing him, which helps a lot. also, writing an outline in advance can also help you when you're trying to decide what Ghost would do in a particular situation.

i also used to make lots of posts about things like his hobbies, interests, little memories from his childhood, etc. it's tempting to just focus on his relationship with the 141 or reader when you're writing him, but if you don't include those other details, his character will feel flat/dimensionless. you want to remember that he's a person outside of just the romance.

[ceilidho]

summerween means something to me

[ceilidho]

you're so real, Quebec can be very spooky, it's frustrating that all the North American cryptids and paranormal stuff is all in the US.

need to put my money where my mouth is and stop setting stories in the states because it's so tempting and easy but canada also has such a rich history of cryptids and hauntings and paranormal/supernatural phenomenon .....

[ceilidho]

so lame that Canada doesn't have any of the supernatural/spooky reputation that the US seems to have in abundance.....part of the appalachian mountains literally goes into quebec and new brunswick.....

[ceilidho]

Do you think 141 prefers going commando?

Ghost 100%.......the others.....up for debate (depends on the day/situation)

[ceilidho]

ok im really curious what you'd choose for yourself to experience -

1) trapped in a zombie apocalypse with soap

2) stuck in a cabin in the middle of somewhere isolated and snowy with price

3) stuck in space with ghost

4) lost in a jungle with kyle

oh my god stop these are all too good 😭 how the HELL am i supposed to choose

[ceilidho]

wait could u share ur sims’ lore i love hearing about other people’s sims

rn my current playable sim is in university and I named him Johnny (he’s the grandson of my first sim) and he just got engaged to another girl in his university town. He’s majoring in history because I’m considering putting him in politics…..I probably should’ve enrolled him in the debate club but instead I decided to put him on the university’s soccer team. He used to be quite the playboy (dated two girls at the same time until they both hated him), but I’ve been forced to reform him so now he’s a loyal fiancé.

[ceilidho]

There's a gaz/ass/gazz joke in here somewhere if I was witty

[ceilidho]

baby trap anthology | of your own longing

18+ SMUT | DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT —baby trapping, heavy noncon/dubcon elements, stalking, kidnapping, and other morally reprehensible behaviour

when your need grows teeth | John Price dangle on the leash | Simon Riley straw house, straw dog | Johnny MacTavish third hour of the night | Kyle Garrick

POLY141 Ghoap Reader

PINTEREST BOARD • AO3 LINK

[ceilidho]

Hey, ceil, I LOVEDD fig 4! Thank you so much for writing it :)

Also, speaking of summer projects, do you mean margaritaville 🫣

thank u so much!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️

(shockingly I don’t! I’m thinking of working on something else. But I do want to write margaritaville someday soon)

[ceilidho]

What's next on your schedule? Original work? <3

yes hopefully!!! I have a little summer project I want to work on. But who knows! I always think I know what I’m doing and then I realize I don’t.

[ceilidho]

Okay… I hope this isn’t weird but I really do love cannibal kinks and the symbolism of giving oneself to the other for them to live but also… I like it when they’re deranged as hell.

I remember you talking about Ghost and how he’d definitely survive the apocalypse by going to cannibalism when food runs out and you’re so, so right.

I want to say he doesn't even wait for food to run out but that would be a lie, the man is utilitarian to his core. He stockpiles dry food, canned goods, he butchers the cow and deer he buys from farmers outside the city, stores them in his deep freeze (the one with its own generator). He has meat for months, rations for years, and yet as soon as shit hits the fan his shitty apartment in the city doesn't cut it the way he thought it would. There are too many people, too much noise, too much chaos. Not the sort he relishes in, the kind that crashes into buildings like a wave, attempting to shake their foundations like the horns of Jericho. It's a chaos he knows, the kind that always follows political upheaval, the kind that makes leaving the city feel less risky than sticking around.

So he packs what he can into his car, and to be fair he can pack quite a bit in there, and he gets the fuck out of the city. Takes the back roads, avoids highways and the city center. He pats himself on the back for getting something suited to rough terrain, remembers Soap complaining that he was bringing the military home with him. He finds a cabin out in the middle of the woods, remembers seeing a listing for it on some bnb website while the internet was still up, and hopes no one else had the same idea.

He avoids opening the freezer he managed to stuff in the back seat, digs a cup into a sack of beans, eats them just barely cooked while he checks the ropes on the generator strapped to the top of his car. He chews on jerky while he drives, tries to remember the farms in the area, reasons over whether or not he could nab a cow even just for the milk. Considers setting rabbit traps, nearly grabs a duck from a pond he drives past for the eggs, thinks better of it when he has the poor creature by the neck and isn't sure where he's supposed to put it in his crammed car.

All this to say he's fucking exhausted by the time he reaches the dark little cabin. Somehow all that sleep deprived insanity reaches a peak spotting your little sedan sitting between the trees, the flutter of someone peeking through the curtains... he hardly waits to unload his own vehicle before breaking the door down to see what a suddenly merciful God has granted him. Toys, he thinks to himself as you spit and kick and scream for someone to help, knew I forgot something.

The skin around his eye is starting to darken by the time he gets dinner on the table. Most of the fight went out of you at the promise of food, and you'd even been kind enough to help him get the freezer inside once he'd gotten the generator running. He'd have to get some of the trees around the place limbed up so the solar can keep it running, but he'll worry about that tomorrow.

"What's this," You sniff at the meat sitting nicely charred on your plate.

"Don't remember 'is name." Ghost smiles, the scars around his lips tugging the skin twisted. You grimace and push the plate away, your lip starting to wobble for a second time. "Eat," He tell you, "or it'll be you next."

You give him a long searching look, likely trying to see if he's serious. You must not like what you find, because you drag the plate close and start to pick at the meat. You do your best to hide the gag that nearly slips past your lips, choking down distinctly inhuman meat. Oh well, Ghost thinks, be easier to get you to eat it later.

[ceilidho]

Is it weird for a fictional man to become your muse?

[ceilidho]

simon's fic felt like a gut punch for everyone involved including him. all the other ones before felt frantic or this prowling patience to it, all predatory. scrumptious writing as always, I'll miss this collection of yours until work and life bludgeons me hard enough I can reread everything like the first time again. 10/10

yum yum yum thank you so much ❤️❤️ I think Gaz’s was the best slow (ish) burn, but Ghost’s felt like he was dragging himself out of a creek after almost drowning���very fun to write