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[ask-miasma-ghoul]

Miasma smiled as he smelled the scent of dishonesty.

"Liar."

Miasma was eager to test it. Without hesitation he reached out with his mind, knocking on the door to hers. He could just barge in if he truly wanted to. But asking permission to help soothe her was the least he could do after what she had so generously given him.

At the green light, he swarmed her with quintessence. Warmth filled her blood head to toe, giving her a feeling of back floating on morphine. With his hands, he lowered her to sit on the ground, her nerves too weak to keep her upright. The scent of fresh soil filled her nose as she closed her eyes, a flash of a beautiful spot in the woods playing in her mind. It seemed not to far from here, maybe even in the ministry's own yard, between the trees that separated the gardens and pond from the cemetery. There was a swarm of flies, quickly dissipating off as the dead trees rapidly grew their leaves and changed to a brighter color, flies replaced with flowers and fungi that grew in a pattern from a small lump in the ground. The scent mixed of the sweetness of flowers, the savory soil, and an unidentifiable undertone of rot.

"It is nice, yes?" Miasma asked happily, enjoying the contented expression on Nyx's face.

"Do you think it was worth it?"

Miasma came back, the bowl in his hands. He had a wide eyed stare at first, but when Nyx looked at him, he looked away, embarrassed about earlier. He gently sat the bowl on her nightstand, the scent filling the room.

"I hope this will help you feel better..." Miasma said sheepishly.

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Um…thank you darlin’.

*She was sitting up, also not making eye contact and still hugging her cat plushie tightly. She set it aside when he brought the bowl of ramen in, picking it up and humming happily at its scent. When she noticed how Miasma looked like he wanted to leave she patted the bed and pouted*

Will you stay here? I don’t want to be alone.

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Miasma looked at his own hand, the palm and pads of his fingers stained in the mix of their blood. His bottom lip quivered as he stared down at it with wide eyes, hand shaking. He couldn't help it anymore.

He brought his hand to his mouth, licking the blood up desperately. He could taste the difference between his own and hers. And he enjoyed every drop.

"I feel great..." Miasma sighed after swallowing it, wiping his hand off like nothing happened.

"Do you feel okay?" He asked her with concern, leaning closer to her and holding her uncut hand with his own uncut hand.

"You are shaking, lamb..."

Miasma came back, the bowl in his hands. He had a wide eyed stare at first, but when Nyx looked at him, he looked away, embarrassed about earlier. He gently sat the bowl on her nightstand, the scent filling the room.

"I hope this will help you feel better..." Miasma said sheepishly.

@ask-miasma-ghoul

Um…thank you darlin’.

*She was sitting up, also not making eye contact and still hugging her cat plushie tightly. She set it aside when he brought the bowl of ramen in, picking it up and humming happily at its scent. When she noticed how Miasma looked like he wanted to leave she patted the bed and pouted*

Will you stay here? I don’t want to be alone.

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Miasma's ruined eye twitched, feeling the sting in his hand. He looked down at their hands with furrowed eyebrows, watching the blood shift from deep red to bright white as the quintessence entered his veins, crawling up his arm and disappearing under the cloth of his uniform.

It burned. Every nerve in his body felt it was being lit on fire as the quintessence trailed on and on, focusing on the sound of Nyx's chanting voice to cope with the pain. Besides, she was probably in more pain than he was.

He gasped as the vision in his broken eye slowly began to flicker until it burned as bright white as his other, two small, black pupils fading into existence right in the middle of each eye. An open smile spread across his face, turning to look at Nyx again. Oh how he loved her.

Miasma came back, the bowl in his hands. He had a wide eyed stare at first, but when Nyx looked at him, he looked away, embarrassed about earlier. He gently sat the bowl on her nightstand, the scent filling the room.

"I hope this will help you feel better..." Miasma said sheepishly.

@ask-miasma-ghoul

Um…thank you darlin’.

*She was sitting up, also not making eye contact and still hugging her cat plushie tightly. She set it aside when he brought the bowl of ramen in, picking it up and humming happily at its scent. When she noticed how Miasma looked like he wanted to leave she patted the bed and pouted*

Will you stay here? I don’t want to be alone.

[ask-miasma-ghoul]

Miasma stared down at the blood on her hand before if was smashed against his own. He enjoyed the warm, wet feeling. He had to bite his own tongue, make it bleed to satisfy himself.

With his free hand, Miasma pulled his rosary from around his neck, pushing the charm of it between their hands and wrapping the beads around. He finished by tucking the last two or three into their hands as well to make sure it stayed put. His heart hammered in his chest as he watched blood drip from their hands.

Miasma came back, the bowl in his hands. He had a wide eyed stare at first, but when Nyx looked at him, he looked away, embarrassed about earlier. He gently sat the bowl on her nightstand, the scent filling the room.

"I hope this will help you feel better..." Miasma said sheepishly.

@ask-miasma-ghoul

Um…thank you darlin’.

*She was sitting up, also not making eye contact and still hugging her cat plushie tightly. She set it aside when he brought the bowl of ramen in, picking it up and humming happily at its scent. When she noticed how Miasma looked like he wanted to leave she patted the bed and pouted*

Will you stay here? I don’t want to be alone.

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"Hmm..."

Miasma's eyes darted to the side in thought, remaining quiet for a few seconds.

"...okay. Let's do it..."

Miasma fought his smile, watching her eagerly get up. He couldn't help but think back to when they first met, how wary he was of her. That maybe she was out to get him. Maybe it was a guilty conscious.

Miasma followed her like a dire wolf stalking a pudu. He kept a cautious eye on their surroundings, not that anyone except maybe Omega or Primo would think anything of it when Sister Nyx was with him.

He fished the keys out of his pocket, using his body to block the view as he unlocked the door to a somewhat smaller room, the entirety of the floor painted in a red pentagram. All of the windows had been covered with something black, no light being shed. He closed the door, locking it.

He turned his flashlight on his phone on, following Nyx around as she collected everything that was needed to perform the ritual. She picked up a knife to cut their hands.

"Wait..." Miasma reached into his pocket, pulling out a rather crucifix charm. It flicked open to reveal a blade.

"A friend gave this to me... It has very good use, I have learned."

Without any hesitation, Miasma sliced his palm open. His stomach growled as it began to bleed. His heavy eyes looked down at Nyx.

"Do you want me to do it? Or do you want to do it yourself?"

Miasma came back, the bowl in his hands. He had a wide eyed stare at first, but when Nyx looked at him, he looked away, embarrassed about earlier. He gently sat the bowl on her nightstand, the scent filling the room.

"I hope this will help you feel better..." Miasma said sheepishly.

@ask-miasma-ghoul

Um…thank you darlin’.

*She was sitting up, also not making eye contact and still hugging her cat plushie tightly. She set it aside when he brought the bowl of ramen in, picking it up and humming happily at its scent. When she noticed how Miasma looked like he wanted to leave she patted the bed and pouted*

Will you stay here? I don’t want to be alone.

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Miasma nodded, closing his eyes and dragging his claws from her hair and down her back, his other hand resting unmoving around her. Some part of him wondered what she saw in him. But the majority of him didn't care to know. It didn't matter. He had her right where he wanted her.

"That's right... You are safe with me. No one else will hurt you... Or me. Do you trust me?"

Miasma cupped her face, guiding her into looking up at him.

Miasma came back, the bowl in his hands. He had a wide eyed stare at first, but when Nyx looked at him, he looked away, embarrassed about earlier. He gently sat the bowl on her nightstand, the scent filling the room.

"I hope this will help you feel better..." Miasma said sheepishly.

@ask-miasma-ghoul

Um…thank you darlin’.

*She was sitting up, also not making eye contact and still hugging her cat plushie tightly. She set it aside when he brought the bowl of ramen in, picking it up and humming happily at its scent. When she noticed how Miasma looked like he wanted to leave she patted the bed and pouted*

Will you stay here? I don’t want to be alone.

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Miasma reached out to hold her steady, biting the inside of his cheek for a moment before he brought her in close, holding her.

"Nyx... Have I ever done anything stupid?" Miasma said quietly as he pet her hair.

"I will never do you any harm. And no one will ever harm me. So long as I am around and so long as you are around, we will both just be okay. Those keys... I think they make me safer than I ever have been before. I promise."

Miasma nuzzled against her, letting out a purr to soothe her.

~ hhhoooo lord... Let me tell you he's got NO good intentions with those keys

Miasma came back, the bowl in his hands. He had a wide eyed stare at first, but when Nyx looked at him, he looked away, embarrassed about earlier. He gently sat the bowl on her nightstand, the scent filling the room.

"I hope this will help you feel better..." Miasma said sheepishly.

@ask-miasma-ghoul

Um…thank you darlin’.

*She was sitting up, also not making eye contact and still hugging her cat plushie tightly. She set it aside when he brought the bowl of ramen in, picking it up and humming happily at its scent. When she noticed how Miasma looked like he wanted to leave she patted the bed and pouted*

Will you stay here? I don’t want to be alone.

[ask-miasma-ghoul]

I hate you

Now that's not very nice.

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What if I dressed up as Father Jim? Would you crush me with your thighs then?

....

I would consider it.

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~ I just thought of a way to explain a potential fic. Think American Horror Story. Just a series of terrible events

I love how on your miasma acc you are this super talented psychological horror writer and on your main you say “im suckin it”

But seriously I’ve been really loving your story with Miasma. I’m not a roleplayer but I have never been so invested in someone elses roleplay. I am so scared to see what miasma is going to do to Jim tomorrow-

You should really write a fic about him!

~ LMAO BUT OFKKGFK THAT IS SO SWEET WHAT

I enjoy psychological horror a lot! I'm not sure if I will write a fic of him though. I WANT TO, I really do and I have a whole story planned for him, but it gets a lot worse than what I do in roleplay. I don't mean to sound like that guy, like "ooh I'm so edgy and scary grr" but I really don't want to make people uncomfortable around me because of what I write. I honestly get nervous playing Miasma a lot. He really is a disturbing, gorey character in my head. It would not be for people faint of heart, and I don't know how willing I am potentially bothering someone who would be expecting something a little more light hearted

I made a post a few days ago trying to explain that this is all make believe and has nothing to do with who I am irl because it makes me so anxious

BUT would you be interested in a miasma fic? It won't be like a super long thing, probably just ficlets of his, uh... Shenanigans. I already have started writing one for myself. But to be very clear, again, it would involve a lot of gore.

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I love how on your miasma acc you are this super talented psychological horror writer and on your main you say “im suckin it”

But seriously I’ve been really loving your story with Miasma. I’m not a roleplayer but I have never been so invested in someone elses roleplay. I am so scared to see what miasma is going to do to Jim tomorrow-

You should really write a fic about him!

~ LMAO BUT OFKKGFK THAT IS SO SWEET WHAT

I enjoy psychological horror a lot! I'm not sure if I will write a fic of him though. I WANT TO, I really do and I have a whole story planned for him, but it gets a lot worse than what I do in roleplay. I don't mean to sound like that guy, like "ooh I'm so edgy and scary grr" but I really don't want to make people uncomfortable around me because of what I write. I honestly get nervous playing Miasma a lot. He really is a disturbing, gorey character in my head. It would not be for people faint of heart, and I don't know how willing I am potentially bothering someone who would be expecting something a little more light hearted

I made a post a few days ago trying to explain that this is all make believe and has nothing to do with who I am irl because it makes me so anxious

BUT would you be interested in a miasma fic? It won't be like a super long thing, probably just ficlets of his, uh... Shenanigans. I already have started writing one for myself. But to be very clear, again, it would involve a lot of gore.

[ask-miasma-ghoul]

"It is special, I haven't seen it before. There is a lot I haven't seen before around here. What would compell you to have your bones out like that, though? To look scary? It does look scary..."

Miasma didn't seem scared. He seemed very interested, though. Drool dripped from his mouth, and he carelessly wiped it with his sleeve.

-(Quiet clicking of long claws against the hall floors as Plasma did their nightly routine of pacing the underground of the ministry, their tail curling behind them, just more clicking and clacking of bones that faintly caught Miasma’s ears as they roamed freely, shaking their hands at their sides like one would while using a tambourine.)-

-*Click, clack, click, clack*-

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Miasma grew irritated with the sound, but also curious. The sound of bones made him salivate.

He looked out of his cell. He couldn't see much, but he could hear the direction it was coming from. He followed it, getting a nice whiff of collagen the closer he came to it.

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Can you crush me with your thighs

... No.

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Miasma reached up, running just the claw of his index finger through Chain's hair. He began to hum, his lips soon mimicking the lyrics for a moment before the words reverberated through the air in a broken song.

"It's just a game, though you ain't no child... You've gotta cry every once in a while..."

He followed Chain's gaze to the cross.

"Without danger, there ain't no style... But you can only try so hard..."

Miasma retracted his hand slowly, eyes fixated on Jesus' head.

"So hard... So hard..."

He laid his head on Chain's chest, listening to his heart beat fast, continuing to look up at Jesus.

"He would be so happy for us." Miasma murmured.

"So happy for me. I've saved you... I will save Jim tomorrow..."

Miasma chuckled quietly.

"I won't ever abandon you..."

Chain felt something swarming his brain. He felt light headed.

"I will be by your side.."

It was getting harder for Chain to keep his eyes open.

"Saecula saeculorum... Saecula saeculorum... Saecula saeculorum... Saecula saeculorum..."

Chain passed out.

Chain awoke hours later, feeling pain everywhere. He couldn’t move for a very long time, he felt like all of his muscles were slowly being pulled apart.

New tears rolled down his cheeks. He didn’t know why, but he wanted to cry again. He wanted his antidepressants, everything around him felt like too much, despite being in the dark basement cell.

The… basement cell?

“M-Miasma…” he groaned into the darkness. He pulled the blanket off his head, feeling something wet and thick coating it.

“M-Miasma…” he tried again to silence. He sobbed loudly, trying to move, but it was painful.

He didn’t remember how he got here. He just remembered walking back to his room after the long day, realizing he needed to clean up his tank. That was the last thing he remembered, crying about his dead fish.

He tried again to call out for someone, thinking of the first name that came to mind.

“P-Primo… please…” he called out through tears. Weirdly enough, he heard nothing. He saw nothing, it was just pitch black beyond the cell. It was just him and reality, at least it felt like it.

~ that is ripped straight from my imagination. I can feel the horror chain feels and it is screaming miasmas name

Miasma left him there for hours. It was weird... Chain really couldnt move. He felt paralyzed. His voice couldn't reach a high enough volume to get anyone's attention. He was trapped in the darkness and the pain. For hours. And hours.

Footsteps echoed down the stairs. The deliberate pacing that Chain had grown to know all too well.

Two white eyes burned through the darkness beyond the metal bars...

Two?

There was no time to wonder. The ghoul dragged a key up the bar, towards the slot. Those keys.... Where did he get those?

He unlocked the cell door, pushing it open with a creek.

"Chain?" Miasma whispered, shutting the door behind him.

"Be quiet, Chain...." He knelt down next to him.

"I can't turn the lights on, and we can't be loud... Primo will hear."

He leaned in closer, the whites of his now two working eyes illuminating the swollen wound on Chain's neck. He sighed and shook his head.

"I'm so sorry, Chain. I can't imagine how heartbroken you must feel. It's okay. You can stay with me."

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Miasma shushed him.

"You are in a lot of pain..."

He reached out, two small, black dots appearing in the middle of his white irises.

"Let me help you."

Miasma put his hands on Chain's face, a bubbling, warm flood of something entering Chain's body. It was calming and addictive, like a slow, smooth hit of morphine up his veins. Miasma couldn't help but smile, leaning his head closer as he examined him, watching his brain become numb.

"That feels good, doesn't it?" Miasma caressed his face. The veins in Miasma's hands were glowing white, pulsating, fading at the wrists.

"Its soothing... All that pain will go away... All of it..."

Miasma laid his head on the bed, watching Chain's tortured tears flow white down his cheeks, dilluted with quintessence. As Miasma continued, chain felt a dissociated sensation, and then Miasma's silent words echoed in his mind.

"Be quiet, Chain... Be still... Quiet and still..."

Chain could no longer move anything but his eyes. He couldn't speak.

"That's it... Relax. Primo won't get you in here. Stay away from him... I had a bad feeling about him... You are so lucky I heard your screams. Do you feel that in your neck?"

Chain felt all of his senses suddenly navigate to the throbbing in the side of his neck. Miasma watched it glow.

The quiet, crackling sound of skin and muscle stretching began to ring in Chain's ears, making him suddenly aware he could not hear anything except the sound of his body healing and Miasma's telepathic words. It was a disgusting sound.

"You feel better, do you?" Miasma moved his hands to rub the spot on his neck, trailing his fingers over the bite mark. It was almost entirely healed over now apart from a fresh, sensitive scar.

"Go to sleep, Chain. Tomorrow will be a better day. But, do me a favor..."

Chain's body suddenly burst into what felt like flames. And he couldn't do anything about it.

"Keep this a secret. It is important to me that Sister Nyx will be safe. I do not have my quintessence. Right?"

Chain felt a weird pop in his cervical bones. He could suddenly move his head and only his head. But he still couldn't talk. He couldnt cry out in pain.

Chain awoke hours later, feeling pain everywhere. He couldn’t move for a very long time, he felt like all of his muscles were slowly being pulled apart.

New tears rolled down his cheeks. He didn’t know why, but he wanted to cry again. He wanted his antidepressants, everything around him felt like too much, despite being in the dark basement cell.

The… basement cell?

“M-Miasma…” he groaned into the darkness. He pulled the blanket off his head, feeling something wet and thick coating it.

“M-Miasma…” he tried again to silence. He sobbed loudly, trying to move, but it was painful.

He didn’t remember how he got here. He just remembered walking back to his room after the long day, realizing he needed to clean up his tank. That was the last thing he remembered, crying about his dead fish.

He tried again to call out for someone, thinking of the first name that came to mind.

“P-Primo… please…” he called out through tears. Weirdly enough, he heard nothing. He saw nothing, it was just pitch black beyond the cell. It was just him and reality, at least it felt like it.

~ that is ripped straight from my imagination. I can feel the horror chain feels and it is screaming miasmas name

Miasma left him there for hours. It was weird... Chain really couldnt move. He felt paralyzed. His voice couldn't reach a high enough volume to get anyone's attention. He was trapped in the darkness and the pain. For hours. And hours.

Footsteps echoed down the stairs. The deliberate pacing that Chain had grown to know all too well.

Two white eyes burned through the darkness beyond the metal bars...

Two?

There was no time to wonder. The ghoul dragged a key up the bar, towards the slot. Those keys.... Where did he get those?

He unlocked the cell door, pushing it open with a creek.

"Chain?" Miasma whispered, shutting the door behind him.

"Be quiet, Chain...." He knelt down next to him.

"I can't turn the lights on, and we can't be loud... Primo will hear."

He leaned in closer, the whites of his now two working eyes illuminating the swollen wound on Chain's neck. He sighed and shook his head.

"I'm so sorry, Chain. I can't imagine how heartbroken you must feel. It's okay. You can stay with me."

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"That would be bad. A lot of people are afraid of spiders. I think they do a lot of good. They get rid of the annoying bugs. Even if they look a little creepy."

Miasma examined the ghoul with just his eyes, keeping his own body busy and moving by shifting his weight on either foot repeatedly. He was learning so much about this place that he was kept in the dark for, even before his sentencing.

Without asking, Miasma reached between the ghouls ribs and pelvic bones, navigating his hand to catch and let the spider crawl on his finger.

"I want to see you solidify." Miasma stated simply, putting his finger to the wall and letting the spider crawl up it.

-(Quiet clicking of long claws against the hall floors as Plasma did their nightly routine of pacing the underground of the ministry, their tail curling behind them, just more clicking and clacking of bones that faintly caught Miasma’s ears as they roamed freely, shaking their hands at their sides like one would while using a tambourine.)-

-*Click, clack, click, clack*-

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Miasma grew irritated with the sound, but also curious. The sound of bones made him salivate.

He looked out of his cell. He couldn't see much, but he could hear the direction it was coming from. He followed it, getting a nice whiff of collagen the closer he came to it.

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Miasma tip toed towards the ghoul, honestly in awe at their appearance. He had recently met an electric ghoul, and he thought was neat enough. But this transparent one? How interesting.

"Can that spider bite your bones?" Miasma asked from behind, leaning around to watch the spider crawl. It began weaving a web, slowly descending.

"It will build a web between your ribs and it can live inside you. I think that is fascinating."

-(Quiet clicking of long claws against the hall floors as Plasma did their nightly routine of pacing the underground of the ministry, their tail curling behind them, just more clicking and clacking of bones that faintly caught Miasma’s ears as they roamed freely, shaking their hands at their sides like one would while using a tambourine.)-

-*Click, clack, click, clack*-

@ask-plasma-ghuleh

Miasma grew irritated with the sound, but also curious. The sound of bones made him salivate.

He looked out of his cell. He couldn't see much, but he could hear the direction it was coming from. He followed it, getting a nice whiff of collagen the closer he came to it.