#Plasma ghuleh

[ileadthefl0ck]

The official current list of Ancient ghouls recorded in the Ministry (at least the named ones / some of the RHRN crew)

((@moongoddesssimp get your lore pookie))

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Starting off, there’s Plasma. That one space ancient that tends to linger around Primo like a lost puppy at night. They were summoned by Nihil during his time in the band and was eventually given to Primo to work with until Primo was killed and the ancients went dormant for over 5 years. Now Plasma gardens and protects the grounds. A gentle giant of sorts. Plasma is a sleek only purple with varying types of bones in their form and two (currently stolen) black sleek horns with two spikes on each side and two (also stolen) foggy green eyes that slightly glow.

Then there’s Magma. Magma was kept by Nihil when summoned shortly after Plasma accidentally was. Magma isn’t purple like Plasma is, they’re a nice wine color with orange-y bones thanks to how their ‘body’ reacts to the natural bones in their body. Sometimes Magma bites. Meaning this ancient in particular sometimes needs a muzzle of sorts. But then again the giant could just melt out of it. So it’s rather pointless. Magma has short stubbed horns with ribs around them and deep blood red eyes.

Next, we have Eros. A ghoul that’s a walking aphrodisiac, enough so that we had to warn the ministry (Including the ghouls) to NOT put ancients in their mouth to be safe. Especially licking Eros? Satanas cant save you in that case. Think like how rabbits breed? Yeah. That. Eros is able to somewhat control this but Terzo took a liking and even suggested that Eros doesn’t tone it down. If they get licked then it’s their fault not Eros’. They have a reddish pink hue like raw meat with a usually pronounced chest and curled horns instead of usually straight horns and purple and red eyes.

Astrope is our resident lightning ancient, promptly summoned by the clergy accidentally during a particularly heavy thunderstorm. They have a white cloudy flesh with black charred bones and a few markings that resemble splintered wood like wood art. The also have sharp angular horns with the same pattern and white/yellow eyes.

Bronte is the Thunder ancient that was somehow summoned with Astrope during the same storm, which had overwhelmed Delta, a Ghoul that ended up with Secondo at some point, naturally, the twins did as well until Secondo’s death leading to Bronte being given to Copia for the RHRN project along with the other aforementioned ancient ghouls. Bronte has a dark cloudy blue flesh color and dark gray bones thanks to the reaction to the flesh much like Eros. They have deep blue eyes and thick medium length horns that have several chips in them.

Astrope and Bronte are again Secondo’s ancients, since now Copia, whom is now Frater Imperator, currently has to clergy working ancients who won’t be mentioned in this post thanks to the Clergy threatening to remove it.

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[puuuders]

Nobody said it would be easy,

and if it was you wouldn't want it anyway.

Basically this whole song is Miasma, it hurts me so much... Please take a listen!

ALSO this was inspired by @ask-plasma-ghuleh and their art!

[ask-papa-primo]

Ooc: someday i'll do word counts, but for now heres some vampire!primo rambles (his transformation)

It was late at night, the ministry bells alerted Primo that it was 2 a.m. but the old man crept around the halls of their chapel in peace. It was quiet, the only sound was his dress shoes echoing off the stone floor with every step as he walked to the podium at the front of the grand room. Something had been keeping the old man up lately, the sun felt uncomfortable to be in despite his love of gardening, some of his favorite meals were less appetizing than normal... and now he craved the warmth that pulsed underneath the skin of every sibling of sin and ghoul. The blood that fueled them and kept them living, Primo craved the metallic salty flavor, needed to feel it sliding down his throat as his next victim moans and whimpers at his feet. Surely that was not normal for a human?

Then again, Primo had always suspected something was off with him when he remembered his mother. The countless nights she had red stains on her night gowns, smeared across her lips like a crude lipstick. Nihil was a freak to say the least and his taste in women never truly changed and growing up with her had changed Primo's outlook on life drastically. But now? With these feelings and urges... he half wondered if the dark lord that his mother and her cultists worshipped might have actually taken a shining to the old man and brought him back.

Ah and that was another thing, his age. When he fed from that first sibling of sin it made him look years younger than when his life was taken from him, but since that last feeding with the fool that attacked his beloved Plasma, Primo has not touched anymore blood despite the urge to test his theory. But now, all alone with no one but Lucifer, Satan, and the moon to judge him for his actions, Primo pulled a bottle of human blood that he might have drained from a few stray trespassers. He pulled the stopper out of the wine bottle and sniffed it, the sweet, tantalizing aroma of the blood called to him and before he knew it half of the bottle had been chugged. He pulled the glass away and set it down with a breathy groan as the taste settled on his tongue and down his throat, oh Primo could feel the liquid creeping through his veins, spreading all across his body as a warmth began to settle in his bones, something twitching with interest below the belt of his dress pants.

"More... ah fuck I need- hahh I need more." The breathy growl reverberated off the seemingly empty walls as he brought the bottle back to his lips to polish it off like a starved man in the desert.

But this time, when he set the bottle down to catch his breath, there was an audibly crack in the old man's back. He cried out and fell to his knees, breathing heavily as a tearing pain spread through his shoulder blades, the sound of flesh tearing, muscles and bones reconstructing was awful and loud in the silence of the night. Primo looked up and saw he was on his knees before a statue of Baphomet, fitting as he went through this, he thought. Finally after what felt like an eternity of kneeling on the cold stones, the pain slowly ebbed away from within the man's shoulders and he glanced back to try and see what had happened.

Only to be met with the sight of bat like wings hanging slack by Primo's side. Hooked claws sprouted from the very tips of both wings, the thin skin-like membrane that spread across the bones was almost see through... and the craving for blood was worse now, almost uncontrollable.

( @ask-plasma-ghuleh feel free to join if you'd like >:] )

(And credit to @ridley-emeritus for the vampire!peemo ideas)

[ridley-emeritus]

-(Plasma was slowly stalling through the halls, absentmindedly wandering with a tired huff now and then, their tail dragging behind them, two murky once vibrant green borrowed eyes, and some new lovely black horns now glinting in the lantern light of the halls)-

-(Lance had told them to find Ridley and maybe know the boy, so why not? What could go wrong with a a literal manifestation of hells energy in ghoul form and the son of a satanic priest?)-

“………”

-@ask-plasma-ghuleh (Wsg im watching my bloody Valentine, a little traumatized already?

*Ridley felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end, causing him to pause at the unsettling feeling in his stomach. He wasn't sick anymore, he felt like he was being watched. Turning his head to look down the hall, he spotted Plasma. His eyes widened in fear for a moment before he seemed to realize what Plasma was. Cocking his head to the side, he approached slowly.*

What's up?

@ask-plasma-ghuleh (yooo my bloody valentine is a good one. The OG one. Ever watched Killer Klowns from Outer Space?)

[mav-1-s]

-(Plasma was in the garden again, before seeing Mavis sitting by the gazebo, tilting their head and walking over.)-

“Evening, Mavis.”

-@ask-plasma-ghuleh

*they quickly look up at the sound of his voice*

Hello, Plasma.. how're you today

[papa-0-nihil]

”Papa..” -(Magma slinked into the office, grumbling and leaning on the desk, then laying on his stomach on the rug, softly huffing)-

-(Today.. wasn’t the best, with Plasma almost drowning and Astrope just kind of panicking over spiders, he was done and just needed a nap.)-

-@magma-ghuleh-asks

Oh no... Anore...

*he sighs and pats his lap, pulling his chair out*

Come here, Tesoro..

[estelle-ghoulette]

*Estelle ventures down into the catacombs where the ancients would be, that's where she was told anyway so she silently walks through in her almost natural form chittering and speaking in the ancients language*

"Hello? Hello is anyone here? Plasma?"

// @ask-plasma-ghuleh

[ask-miasma-ghoul]

“Miasma.”

-(The seemingly drowsy ancient said, padding through the halls to Miasma’s cell, smaller than the usual on 7’0”, maybe just under 6’0” now. They softly huffed and sat there, just staring before reaching into their stomach and handing Miasma something they deemed important.)-

-(A frog.)-

-@ask-plasma-ghuleh

Miasma looked at the acient curiously, recognizing their unique appearance from a few days ago. They made him slightly nervous, but deep down, he didn't feel there was much to be fearful over. In fact, the way they carried themselves gave Miasma a sense of calm, something increasing in value in Miasma's heart and mind.

Miasma watched in fascination as the ancient reached within themselves, his lips parting in surprise as they retrieved a slimey green friend. He smiled, holding his hand out to take it gently.

"Thank you..."

Miasma looked down at the little frog, holding it like it was precious. A past Miasma might have already ended it.

"Is there a reason you are giving this to me...?"

[sister-susanna]

-(The ancient ghoul clicked and blacked through the halls, as usual per their nightly routine to look everywhere they could remember like the back of their just almost see through hand, their tail swatting the ground with the sound of their bones moving. Plasma shouldn’t be awake this late, or at least in this section, but for the hell of it; why not look around is spots they hadn’t visited in awhile?)-

“….*clack, clack, clack, clack*..”

@ask-plasma-ghuleh (HIII HELLO)

[She's still getting used to these surroundings, having not rested in centuries. There is nothing nostalgic about these halls, say for the archways and artwork that would usually be lined with the holy. But this is no house of God, and she is not a guest, not by her understanding.

The sound has her flush to the wall, and the sight makes her wish she could still invoke the old name she once revered.]

"...Who goes there?"

[One should not invite the demonic into conversation, but the demonic do not usually invite one into their den.]

[ask-bronte-ghuleh]

”Bronte. I’m cold, primo’s busy tonight and Atlas is doing something. Can I steal some warmth buddy?” -(Plasma wandered in wearing a big blanket, their ears flicking a little)-

-@ask-plasma-ghuleh

Mmh? Oh Plas, of course. C'mere.

*He was sitting in a big cozy chair just reading by the fire, opening his arms for Plasma to come curl up and enjoy the warmth.*

[castor-tech-ghoul]

Eeee fun!

Favorite color: foresty colors paired with gold, or certain shades of light blue paired with gold accents

Currently reading: rps with friends and uh Butcher and Blackbird (I think that's the title)

Last song: Would You Fall In Love With Me

Last movie: Twilight

Last series: What We Do In The Shadows

Sweet, savory, or spicy: sweet and savory, but sweet and spicy if it's hot and summer

Craving: Qdoba burrito bowls 😔

Currently working on: rps, oc lore and job applications

Not forcing any of ya'll to join in and my apologies if you were already tagged 🫡

@ask-plasma-ghuleh @askthunderghoul @ask-miasma-ghoul @chaintheghoul

rules: tag nine people you want to get to know better. thanks for the tag @broadwayfan92!

Favorite color: Green

Currently reading: Masking Autism

Last song: "Ritual" by Ghost

Last movie: Annabelle

Last series: Bones

Sweet, Savory or Spicy: Sweet

Craving: Bubblegum

Tea or coffee: Coffee

Currently working on: Mini Book Nook "Moon Magic" and various IP characters in Sims 4

Tagging: @sincerejester, @popiacopia, @fioripermeperme, @asknamelessghoulshiek, @notpedeka, @peppermint-j, @lilac-and-lavender, @maneth985, @the-bunker-sys

[ileadthefl0ck]

LOOK WHO UPDATED THE PRIMO PHOTO BECAUSE I COULDNT FUCKING STOP MYSELFFFF

@ask-papa-primo

Was not happy with the big ass head and lack of wrinkles and outfit so I changed it. I didn’t edit Plasma because they likely did look like that during this period of around 2018 ish. Before Sister died so Ancients weren’t supposed to have their own forms yet. But Plasma just didn’t have ribs then (I’m still too lazy for it)

**edit: I gave in and fixed it again okay night night

[ileadthefl0ck]

ancients when they were summoned and when the papas died

When Plasma, the first ancient, was summoned, it was rocky, but not painful for them, a mass without bones, accidentally eating a sibling of sin, one of the first few there were, which pissed Nihil off at the time, muttering and cursing as he figured out what they even were.. it was strange. They… they were strange.

Magma was summoned with lots of pain, crawling out of the summoning pit snarling and growling, shuddering and trembling as he almost ate the summoned ghoul, Alpha was not very pleased with it. But whatever… Magma was given a more gentle greeting from Nihil after what had happened with Plasma. Unfortunately, Magma has a few messed up teeth, and hip issues with how their quintessence form bonded, and then ended up constantly replacing their hips and pelvis, sometimes their legs entirely.

Eros was summoned almost smoothly, with the only issue being that they smelled like blood and lust and it was almost too much for Terzo’s ghouls, causing an accidental almost feral interaction. Hence why Eros was, for a long time, forced to hide their body and to tone down what they couldn’t control. It was honestly painful, constantly bottling up their ability they could not at all control well enough.

Astrope and Bronte were a mess, almost fused together and even almost sent Delta back into the very summoning pit they crawled out of. Siblings and other ghouls had to pull Astrope and Bronte apart, and had to resummon Delta almost entirely.

Astrope was buzzing with pain, shocking whoever touched them, and Bronte wasn’t letting the others examine Astrope, at all, not at all. Secondo was kind of pissed, tempted to kick the two back down into the pits. But, when Bronte also decided to protect Delta, Secondo gave in when he wasn’t going to summon another new ghoul for this.

And when Primo and the other papas were killed, the ancients were led into the crypt, they were led through the halls past their Papa’s portraits, their cries and weeping filling the halls. Then, they were locked by the clergy members into the catacombs and forced into dormancy without food for about six years.

Plasma cried when they stared at Primo’s portrait, seeing the metal tag reading “DECEASED.”

Magma fought and bit when seeing Nihil in his office, seeing Nihil speaking to that fucking Cardinal… satanas he hated him for it.

Eros cried and begged to see Terzo, to see the ghouls, they wanted to see papa, just let them see papa..

Astrope didn’t understand, tilting their head and walking with Bronte, not noticing the tags on the portraits, unsure why they were going downstairs, or why they were left in a room full of blankets and dim candles…..

Bronte was silent, just trying to keep Astrope from realizing what was happening, making sure his twin was okay and still confused. He wasn’t letting them realize, almost rushing them into the crypt so they wouldn’t notice anything, trying to not cry and alert the others.

[ileadthefl0ck]

MIMIC ANCIENTS MY BELOVED

Plasma and Magma are regularly sighted. Though nobody ever knows it’s them.

Sometimes an Ancient while hunting, they will save the flesh and hide inside it, they play the character of this sibling or person very easily, though they are…. Uncanny. Slight tremors or not blinking a bit too long, or making a horrible creak when they walk from how they have to cram their bones within the thin human veil.

Plasma is often taking the skin of intruders and wearing the old clothes of siblings of sin, wandering the halls with muffled clacking as they filled out the skin with their quintessence. Their voice is muffled and slow, a little slurred as they spoke, the skin pale, the eyelids a little unfilled seeming, like there weren’t eyes in the sockets.

They’re always quiet like this until the skin rots off their body and they emerge again. Like a metamorphosis.

It uncanny, for sure, but it’s always horrific when you see and ancient break away from the flesh with an angered cracking sound, then setting their eyes on you.

Run.

RUN.

You can’t.

You’ll never outrun hell’s legs.

You can never outrun Satan’s children.

No.

Feed them your meat.

Let them wear your flesh.

Let them take your bones.

They need it more than you.

You know they do.

[ileadthefl0ck]

Ancient ghouls in Alt attire

Eros: romantic goth

Plasma: Mall goth-ish

Magma: Vampiric goth

Bronte and Astrope: Grunge

[ileadthefl0ck]

ANCIENTS AND THEIR DYNAMICS IN THE PACK <3

Plasma: The mama bear, protective and hesitant around people when the others are around.

Magma: Lethargic and pillow mode, good to lay on, good to love on. Will actually get violent if other people outside the pack and the accepted group. He just.. chomp chomp.

Eros: Lovey dovey snuggly bug that’s always doing something and always talking. Somehow smokes and vapes though they just have to sometimes have to replace their lungs after they get all fucked up because the chemicals.

Bronte: Calm guy, nice to talk to, reads or messses with little statues and beads. He’s also the group big brother.

Astrope: watching things or talking or talking or talking or dead asleep or cleaning or doing something always.

Most of the ghouls excluding Astrope and Bronte occasionally just.. ghoul orgy. It’s not often but they don’t fraternize. Astrope is demisexual, and Bronte will do whatever sometimes. Not really though.