Hi, I'm Vortex!
I'm 21, pagan, and I write goofy little things about the band Ghost!
I am quite rusty at writing, haven't published anything since middle school so bear with me :')
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@vortexghoulette
Hi, I'm Vortex!
I'm 21, pagan, and I write goofy little things about the band Ghost!
I am quite rusty at writing, haven't published anything since middle school so bear with me :')
Headcanon: Mountain’s Ghoul form is like a forest spirit/cryptid. He’s big and mossy and unsettlingly creepy.
I NEED MORE UNSETTLING MOUNTAIN!!!!
CRYTPID MOUNTAIN FOR THE WIN!!!!
With Ifrit retiring to do solely Ministry work, combined with the summoning of a new water ghoul, Dewdrop knew he'd need to step up into Ifrit's old role. He just wasn't anticipating how much the element change would hurt. Not even just physically, though the pains of the ritual itself were beyond horrific, but mentally.
The ghoul didn't recognize himself whatsoever. His muted gray-blue skin had lightened to a pale color, his long, dark hair shifting to blond. His eyes, previously a deep, calm cerulean much like his old element, were now an intense crimson. His gills had closed, reduced to nothing but dark scars raked across each side of his neck. He felt like a stranger, staring at the reflection of this chaotic, rough fire ghoul that was so far removed from who he used to be.
Dew missed the water, every utterance of his name - Dewdrop - being a stark reminder that his element was torn from him for the sake of the band. The lake behind the Ministry no longer felt the same. No sense of connection, of home, of peace washed over him when he gazed at it anymore. The ghoul was hit with an odd sense of isolation, unable to bring himself to go any further than ankle-deep in the slow, gentle waves of the water.
His new abilities were a struggle. His manipulation of fire came with a heightened temper, a new tendency to snap at the other ghouls that was somewhat unique to the element. His anger at his element change often manifested in his powers, sparks flying from his fingertips when he lost his temper.
Fire was so much harder to control than he had ever imagined, nothing like the calm, harmonious connection he felt whenever he worked with the water, its power flowing through him like a calm stream. Fire was unpredictable, chaotic, prone to getting out of hand if not kept under tight control. Most other fire ghouls had mastered it, working in tandem with their fire. Dewdrop looked at them in pure shame, envious of their seemingly effortless control over their element. They had a whole lifetime to understand fire, Dew only given a few days.
The worst part was the reactions of the other ghouls. He felt his chest being torn apart every time he saw the slightest flash of fear in his bandmates' eyes, startled only for a moment when Dew's anger led to small flames lapping at his hands. Like they thought he'd hurt them. As if they were scared of him.
Dewdrop felt like a monster in every sense of the word.
vortex stop being afraid of posting on this damn website challenge (impossible)
Storm’s first night. Rain couldn’t ignore the sniffles.
(i’m feral for RainStorm)
Mountain making breakfast in the morning and he didn’t bother putting a shirt on and that little bit of tummy hanging over the waistband of his pajama pants and and and
Thinking about Mountain feeling the shifting of the seasons better than anyone else in the Ministry. Being an earth ghoul, he feels it in his core, treating nature's cycle with a type of reverence the other elements don't fully grasp. He decorates his antlers for Mabon, little dried colorful leaves strewn across the tines. He can sense the thinning of the veil in a way the others cannot as the weeks draw closer to Samhain.
Ghouls wagging their tails.
The thought just rockets dopamine directly into my brain.
stuck in the infirmary | reader x quintessence ghouls
part 1! sister of sin reader x quintessence ghouls (platonic) !
reader accidentally injures herself and is stuck in the infirmary w the quintessence ghouls, reader has anxiety + fear of infirmary
this is my first fic i apologize in advance .
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