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[vanderilnde]

bury me beneath the basswood tree is just ohh my goodness. it’s so brilliantly written. the beginning description of her hunger and thirst, the missing johnny sign, the little hints with simon not eating, the blood in his teeth !!!!! god. just. so well planned and thought out <3

ilyyyy thank you so much! ❤️

[vanderilnde]

so thats why the handcuff was pointed out! i usually don’t catch things on the first read through but now i realize through that anon and then ofc your explanation, and it all has been pieced together for me now 😭 the whole thing ties together so nicely.

i’d really love to read a oneshot about it if you feel up to making that, but ofc there’s no pressure for that

<33

yup that’s why!

and there’s no pressure to write a oneshot, i just think it’s genuinely a captivating idea. i just don’t think there’d be a lot to write though lol

[vanderilnde]

saw a post on twitter and all i can think is ghost forcefully brushing your teeth because either you’re being stubborn or he just won’t let you do it by yourself (he’d rather you forget how to do anything by yourself) and Johnny is just frothing and whining because there’s such better things that could be in your mouth

i gotta be honest this is sooo much more ghost x soap to me BUT!!!!! just for you i'll shove a woman between those freaks

i could see this happening either in a supernatural au (where ghost has like filed your teeth so they're no longer fangs and is making extra sure that you have no autonomy) OR it could exist in a vague dlmliyh au (which is what we're going with)

thinking about smth post-punishment where you've lost the privilege of using your hands. maybe they're tied together, maybe they're in puppy mitts, doesn't really matter - point is, you can't move your hands

so ghost and soap have to do everything for you. soap looooooves this, because he loves treating you like his own little doll, but ghost has to sometimes pry him away from you because everything gets sexual when soap can touch you

so that morning when you all first get up, ghost makes soap stay a few steps away while he holds you jaw open and brushes your teeth for you. he's just harsh enough to be uncomfortable, and he laughs when you gag from how far back he brushes your tongue </3

(soap is threatened several time with being forced to sleep in his crate that night because he just will. not. stop. whining about wanting to be the one to brush your teeth)

((ghost gives you mouthwash, but he swirls it around in his mouth before spitting it into yours. because he is disgusting))

[vanderilnde]

The cool air that sweeps over your skin once you board the train feels like a gentle splash of water on a sweltering summer day. The sudden temperature change sends a shiver down your sweat-slick back, the hair on your arms standing on end in sharp relief. You press a hand to your chest, feeling the drumming of your heart against it.

You almost hadn't made it.

Everything had gone awry from the moment your alarm went off. First, you'd snoozed the clock. Half an hour later, your eyes snapped open, the horizon that'd just started to blush with the first hint of dawn giving way to a vibrant, limpid morning blue.

Shit.

You had called a cab while you were hastily getting ready, brushing your teeth, washing your face, only for it to arrive within 5 minutes. Five.

With the honking outside, you quickly threw on the first piece of clothing you found.

As you sat in the car, deliberately ignoring the driver's heated glare through the rearview mirror, you'd patted down your crinkled dress before crossing your legs, and realized—

You've got no knickers on. Double shit.

Whatever. It'll be fine. You were taking an overnight train across the country and even got yourself a private little room to sleep in. All would be well. But you had to get there first and boarding would start in 15 minutes.

Navigating through the aimless crowd of people had been excruciating. Children weaving in and out coupled with elderly folk stopping to chat up their friends with zero regard for foot traffic. Agony.

(You're fully aware that no one is at fault here but yourself.)

Almost hadn't made it but almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades.

Your heartbeat's still pounding in your ears as you walk down the narrow aisle, arms burning with the weight of your luggage bag and the tote slung around your shoulder. The thought of settling into your cabin and finally taking a breather propels you forward, albeit sluggishly.

The metronomic clatter of the wheels on the tracks smothers that burning sense of urgency you've felt since you woke. Weariness seeps into your bones once your cabin door comes into view. There's no other thought in your head apart from putting your stuff away and getting off your feet as you fumble for the handle.

In your fatigued haze, you hadn't noticed someone already inside. The world, once fuzzy around the edges, sharpens to cutting clarity in your shock. He's a big man. Very big. He looks like he's been carved out of oak— broad and solid. His shoulders are wide, stretching the seams of his shirt. His thick arms are draped along the backrest of the seat. The breadth of his chest— should, probably does— defies anatomy.

He's got legs like tree trunks. And they're sprawled outward, taking up a lot, if not most of the room. There's a bag resting against your seat even though the overhead space is empty. A bulky, grey jacket lays about.

You're tired, not blind. This is definitely the cabin you paid for with your measly income. But you're scared witless at the mere thought of trying to kick him out. He'll eat you. Gnaw your bones with his molars to dust for the offense.

You tug on the ends of the knot that is lodged in your throat, hoping to get some words out, but it only seems to tighten. The man's keen eyes lock onto yours, unblinking. Heavy with a weight that presses down on your back, your shoulders. Even the air itself.

The gentle click of the sliding door shutting behind you has your heart trying to crawl out of your mouth. (Possibly your arse, too, but you're not sure of anything right now, other than you're about to burst into tears because his gaze followed the motions of you shakily hoisting your bag up higher on your shoulder.)

His voice is a deep rumble— rich and resounding. You swear you could feel the air vibrate as he spoke.

"Sit down 'fore ya hurt yourself." It startles you into action, like a starter's pistol before a swim race. Quickly rising to the tips of your toes, you put your luggage bag away, giving it a couple of smacks to push it all the way back.

You mumble out a garbled 'scuse me as you traipse past his outstretched legs, carefully stepping over them, only to brush against his knee. You flinch, he doesn't.

"Sorry." Heat blooms beneath your cheeks. Embarrassing. You shove your tote into a little corner, its humble size dwarfed by his frame. With trembling fingers, you pull the back of your—very thin, now that you think about it— dress down, trying to compose yourself, before taking a seat.

Directly in front of him.

And he's still staring. Vaguely, you wonder if he can see your fluttering pulse beneath the delicate skin of your neck.

There's a lot of people on the train. That unbearably long line you had to stand in to board it was the proof. Yet it's unnervingly silent. Not one distant tinkle of laughter. No gentle hum of murmured conversation. Clinking of spoons against coffee cups.

Just a sharp, high-pitched whistle of the wind outside the window. Even he isn't making a sound. No rustling of clothes, no shifting around. Motionless.

You nervously grab at the skirt of your dress, clammy fingers curling, fabric bunching within your tightened fist, white staining your knuckles. The hem of your dress is frayed, like your nerves at this moment.

Oh no.

You flash your eyes to the guy's face but he's no longer paying attention to you. He's now looking straight at the apex of your legs. Your very naked apex. Amusement dances across his rugged features. His ash-blonde eyebrows quirking slightly, corner of his thin-lipped mouth curling.

The room tilts slightly, a dizzying sensation that leaves you momentarily unbalanced. Mortification pricks at your nerves, gathers in the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill. An ear-grating squeak escapes past your clenched teeth as you jerkily tug down the skirt, the hem settling against your shins.

A tiny hiccup punctuates the moment.

His mud-caked boot taps the outside of your foot, demanding your attention. "Now, now. Nothin' to be ashamed of, birdy," he grunts. Then, with casual ease, he slides it in between yours, this time nudging the inside of them.

A recognizable gesture.

Open up.

(there's no getting a staff member to remove him. they're all half his size. and can he at least shut the blinds on the window????)

[vanderilnde]

I really loved ‘bury me beneath the basswood tree’, it was so good!!!

I have a quick question? What was Simon and Johnny like with reader during labor with the cubs?

Would love to hear your thoughts ♥️♥️♥️

Thank you.

thank you ❤️

throughout her pregnancy they were very suffocating with her, but at least they were finally given a cop-out as to why they always follow her everywhere she goes (Johnny’s “Just to make sure you don’t take a tumble with our bairns, sweetie,” reads as “I have to make sure you don’t try running away”). for the labour however, they obviously did not drive into the nearest town for a clinic nor did they call for a midwife lol. since Simon’s essentially a Mountain Man (a shifter, yes, but also a mountain man) he has the basic knowledge to temper with Johnny’s basic medical knowledge to help deliver the cubs. i’ll also throw in for fantasy sake that since the cubs aren’t technically human, their births are different and can simply be… easier than regular humans

[vanderilnde]

i love your fic so much, it was so beautifully written i couldn’t stop reading. i was wondering if you would ever write about johnny’s story? how did he get wrapped up in the woods or how did simon find him? i’m very curious!!;3

i also wanted to acknowledge when johnny said “I don’t remember much of my family. It’s a wee bit odd. Can’t say if they liked me or not…” and then you tied that into the end with her memories and family, i literally melted, so soso beautiful <3

wait i never even thought about that. a separate prequel for Johnny? love that idea

however i know myself well enough to say i’ll probably never write that LOL so i’ll just condense it here:

Johnny is active duty in this fic—or at least he was at the time of his disappearance. he was trekking with his team which is what brought him to the Appalachian mountains in the first place. he heard a sound—a swishing like something was circling him—and decided to go investigate. hackles raised, his rifle raised. imagine his surprise when a man comes charging towards him and Johnny’s bullets go through him, creating perforation marks through his flesh. Simon quickly neutralizes Johnny, most likely with a bite, and keeps him handcuffed to the radiator. a mix of being with Simon through the years and Simon’s mesmeric scent helps Johnny forget his past and dedicate himself entirely to Simon.

and thank you for enjoying!! ❤️

[vanderilnde]

describing Price as “outwardly heroic but inwardly cruel” did something for me like oh my god… how do we bribe you into becoming a Price girlie because I want him MEAN. like I love soft dom John but toxic evil manipulative Captain Daddy hits different 😵‍💫

i love Price, i do, but idk if i can shell out 5k words for him despite wanting to. in theory he’s everything that makes me go crazy… big man with a bigger aura and a gruff voice and body hair (if i could be his lice i would) - but Ghoap just have too much of a hold on me. all i need is ONE week of obsessive Price thoughts for me to write a fic for him lmao

i already started a fic for him a while ago but then dropped it lol. ex escort/Price but Price has trouble accepting the “ex” part. every time he comes back from deployment he tracks her down because they have a rich history of him being her usual client. Price is pig-headed and doesn’t listen whenever she reminds him she’s an ex escort, so Price eventually just takes her as his own lmao. i also have ideas of an alpha Price fic because ofc i do

[vanderilnde]

Unironically I have a piss kink. I get you. our minds…connected. I fw it heavy. Thank you for the food

i’m with you anon. at first i was like “oooh watersports. hot” as a joke but…. it’s not a joke anymore lol

[vanderilnde]

i have ZERO clue about anything Ghost related but i have been binging your fics like crazy in the past 2 days and now i think im obsessed with him, especially your characterization of him

YOUR WRITING STYLE??? it’s so perfect i could cry. you write in such great detail, setting the scene perfectly. and you’re damn good at creeping me out 😭

stalker!Simon keeping voice memos?? you’ve got me about to giggle. i should not be giddy over thinking about being stalked.

shut UP i’m going to kiss you rn. thank you so much omg 😭 the fact that I’VE converted someone to Ghost is crazy!!!!! thank you for all your kind words i’m so so glad!

[vanderilnde]

RAAAAAH I LOVED YOUR NEW FIC!!! 👹👹 I’ve reread it a million times already. You’re so creative and have a beautiful way with words ❤️❤️❤️

thank youuuu! 🥺

[vanderilnde]

no one:

me writing: will there be pee at the function?

[vanderilnde]

can you guys help pick names for my unhinged ocs 🙏 or suggest new ones…

[vanderilnde]

are you joking ur new fic was soo good i literally lapped it up kicking my feet and all, i cant… like the way u write them makes me BLUSHHHH

you’re about to make ME blush 🙄 thank you <3

[vanderilnde]

AHHHHH I FUCKING LOVED “bury me beneath the basswood tree” but i gotta ask, what would the cubs look like😭 do they take form of whatever creature shapeshifter!Simon is, but a mini version of it? or do they start out as normal looking babies but with the afforementioned features??

thank you so much!

the cubs look like normal babies. the only thing is that as they get older, they’ll grow into some features that Simon has, like feline eyes, sharp spines, sharper canines, etc. Simon and the cubs look outwardly human until they consciously shift into their monster/eldritch form, for example to hunt for food

[vanderilnde]

THE BASEWOOD TREE FIC, THE AMAZING FIC YOU DID

MORE PLEASE?!?!??!

i love you and thank for enjoying but i just pumped out 12k words with that 😭 i will NOT be adding anything more lol

[vanderilnde]

I found this artist like, this morning by accident lmao, and I was just thinking, what's our opinions on Stalker!Simon listening to Snake River Conspiracy?? :3

Ur new anon 🪽

never heard of them before so i had to give them a listen!! but honestly i don’t think Simon is big on music. like at all lmao. i think he raw dogs his morning runs, gym trips and stalking trips because it helps him focus more. in my opinion you won’t see him with earbuds in unless he’s listening to Voice Memo #729 Three Hour Loop (it’s a tinny recording he took of you saying “thanks” when he held the elevator door open)

[vanderilnde]

i firmly support them just hugging or whatever