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[ask-miasma-ghoul]

Miasma's lips curled into a subtle smirk and tilted his head slightly.

"Murder has become pretty regular around here recently, I think. Let's hear it."

@askspitfireghoul

*Glowstick finally made the journey back to Spitfire’s room. It wasn’t right of him to get pissed like that, he didn’t mean any of it. But why did Spitfire even have those drugs? He slung Spitfire’s jacket over his shoulder as he came up to the door.*

It’s me. Here to apologise… and give back your jacket.

*He knocked on the door again. And another time.*

Spitfire? Look, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be an asshole about it.

@ask-mythrite-ocs

From inside the room Glowstick faintly heard a crash and the breaking of a glass, it was silent afterwards. No groan of pain or anything after just silence... stunning silence. Glowstick managed to open Spitfire's door and after a second to catch his breath he was met with Spitfire, on the floor and barely breathing. Small bits of drool mixed with a white color was running down his cheel, Spitfire's eyes were glossed over with tears and cuts littered his body presumably from the glass that has shattered on the floor.

Glowstick dropped the jacket in shock, his body frozen and tears threatened to spill. A note dropped from the door, the craft tape clearly not suitable to be stuck for long periods of time. Glowstick picked it up, it was for him. He read the letter, his tears dripped onto the paper one by one.

☆holy shit that took a while LMAO⚠︎

[ask-miasma-ghoul]

Miasma's eyes drifted aimlessly down the hallway, his focus blurring as his thoughts went elsewhere. A sudden awareness of eyes landing back on him jolted him back to the present. After a moment of reorientation, he shrugged and crosses his arms.

"If he wants to die, let him. He can't handle you if he can't handle himself. You deserve better."

Miasma'a eyes flickered over to Spitfire.

"It's kind of sad to see you lay down and die like that though. I don't know what you've been through, but you're not gonna find comfort back in the pit. It's only gonna get worse. Same mental fuckery, but you're alone too."

@askspitfireghoul

*Glowstick finally made the journey back to Spitfire’s room. It wasn’t right of him to get pissed like that, he didn’t mean any of it. But why did Spitfire even have those drugs? He slung Spitfire’s jacket over his shoulder as he came up to the door.*

It’s me. Here to apologise… and give back your jacket.

*He knocked on the door again. And another time.*

Spitfire? Look, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be an asshole about it.

@ask-mythrite-ocs

From inside the room Glowstick faintly heard a crash and the breaking of a glass, it was silent afterwards. No groan of pain or anything after just silence... stunning silence. Glowstick managed to open Spitfire's door and after a second to catch his breath he was met with Spitfire, on the floor and barely breathing. Small bits of drool mixed with a white color was running down his cheel, Spitfire's eyes were glossed over with tears and cuts littered his body presumably from the glass that has shattered on the floor.

Glowstick dropped the jacket in shock, his body frozen and tears threatened to spill. A note dropped from the door, the craft tape clearly not suitable to be stuck for long periods of time. Glowstick picked it up, it was for him. He read the letter, his tears dripped onto the paper one by one.

☆holy shit that took a while LMAO⚠︎

[ask-miasma-ghoul]

Hehehe… sorry.

Miasma, I just got the BEST idea. WE SHOULD START A SWEAR JAR!! We can put all the money towards going on like a vacation or something I don’t know.

Thats a great idea, Father!! Let’s do it. And while we are at it, let’s also do a drug and alcohol abuse jar!! We will be able to buy NASA by the end of the month.

[ask-miasma-ghoul]

Miasma, I just got the BEST idea. WE SHOULD START A SWEAR JAR!! We can put all the money towards going on like a vacation or something I don’t know.

Thats a great idea, Father!! Let’s do it. And while we are at it, let’s also do a drug and alcohol abuse jar!! We will be able to buy NASA by the end of the month.

[ask-miasma-ghoul]

"Yes..." Miasma said, the deliberate edge of his voice softening.

"Hm... Because I have been harsh towards her. She was supposed to help me with killing them. But she backed out and left it pinned on me... And now she believes I do not deserve redemption. She deserves the harshness. She is untrustworthy..."

"It is just a 'risk'," Miasma scoffed with air quotes, "I have no interest in harming anyone. He simply thinks I do. He is just as corrupt as Sister Imperator. I do not even live here anymore! It doesn't make any sense, does it?"

Driven by an insatiable curiosity, Miasma had maintained a discreet surveillance of Maple ever since their aggressive encounter at the church. He noticed Loch engaging with Maple for conversation despite her awful association with Sister Imperator, and a familiar sensation stirred within Miasma's chest. It was the irresistible pull of temptation, a feeling he had long since stopped bothering to resist since gaining his wings. If God would grant him something closer to Him despite his actions, maybe it wasn't necessarily temptation, but God directing him instead.

As Loch strolled through the halls, a subtle wave of heat washed over their back, followed by a bright, momentary flash of light. A voice spoke from behind, and Loch turned to see a ghoulish yet angelic figure. Wings of a blend of black and white tucked neatly behind his back, a black and gold cassock draped around him.

"What are you hanging around her so much for?" Miasma asked, expecting them to know exactly what he was talking about.

"She's bad news."

@ask-miasma-ghoul

Loch swiftly turned around, their tail flicking as they noticed the intimidating look on the new figure’s face.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know you, furthermore, I don’t know what you’re talking about. If you want to inquire about the ministry and clergy, I can lead you to Frater Copia.”

They said, seemingly completely unaware, simply reciting the proper ghoul protocol.

Loch had seen the incident report, what happened between Miasma and Maple. They had seen who Miasma was. In a desperate urge to stay relevant to the ministry, Loch had ensured to be up to date on all accidents and potential risks towards the clergy and Frater, it just so happened to be that Miasma was quite high on the list of risks.

Loch completely knew why Miasma was here, so they used it to their advantage. Copia had requested them to call upon Miasma, so their presence is awfully convent.

[ask-miasma-ghoul]

Miasma winced in discomfort, his gaze sliding away from Glowstick and to the wall. After a moment, his eyes darted back down to Spitfire. He could feel a pulse beneath Spitfire's skin, reassuringly weak but present. He wasn't dead, not yet. Miasma recognized the shallow, almost imperceptible rise and fall of his chest; he was just unconscious. He didn't give him enough of those pills to kill him. But it definitely fucked him up a bit.

"Did he tell you how in love with you he is?" Miasma said as he began casually walking towards the infirmary, showing no real concern for Spitfire's health.

"He's been bitching at me about it for weeks. He can't handle himself. He's kind of useless..."

Miasma pushed open the infirmary doors, gently putting the ghoul down on the nearest bed.

"But there's a lot of uselessness around here. Might as well let them live, I guess. He's lucky I don't let him die after the bullshit he's pulled."

Miasma grabbed a stomach pump, jamming it down Spitfires throat and began emptying his digestive track. Afterwards, he pulled it out and sat down on a chair, letting his quintessence pulse out and fill Spitfire's senses.

@ask-mythrite-ocs

*Glowstick finally made the journey back to Spitfire’s room. It wasn’t right of him to get pissed like that, he didn’t mean any of it. But why did Spitfire even have those drugs? He slung Spitfire’s jacket over his shoulder as he came up to the door.*

It’s me. Here to apologise… and give back your jacket.

*He knocked on the door again. And another time.*

Spitfire? Look, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be an asshole about it.

@ask-mythrite-ocs

From inside the room Glowstick faintly heard a crash and the breaking of a glass, it was silent afterwards. No groan of pain or anything after just silence... stunning silence. Glowstick managed to open Spitfire's door and after a second to catch his breath he was met with Spitfire, on the floor and barely breathing. Small bits of drool mixed with a white color was running down his cheel, Spitfire's eyes were glossed over with tears and cuts littered his body presumably from the glass that has shattered on the floor.

Glowstick dropped the jacket in shock, his body frozen and tears threatened to spill. A note dropped from the door, the craft tape clearly not suitable to be stuck for long periods of time. Glowstick picked it up, it was for him. He read the letter, his tears dripped onto the paper one by one.

☆holy shit that took a while LMAO⚠︎

[ask-miasma-ghoul]

Miasma sighed lowly, mixed with a growl of frustration. He pulled back slightly as he sensed their discomfort. He kept a step away from them.

"I am only a murderer because they made me do it. Sister Imperator and Nihil, specifically. I never would have killed if I had the choice... I'm harmless. Nowadays, at least..."

Driven by an insatiable curiosity, Miasma had maintained a discreet surveillance of Maple ever since their aggressive encounter at the church. He noticed Loch engaging with Maple for conversation despite her awful association with Sister Imperator, and a familiar sensation stirred within Miasma's chest. It was the irresistible pull of temptation, a feeling he had long since stopped bothering to resist since gaining his wings. If God would grant him something closer to Him despite his actions, maybe it wasn't necessarily temptation, but God directing him instead.

As Loch strolled through the halls, a subtle wave of heat washed over their back, followed by a bright, momentary flash of light. A voice spoke from behind, and Loch turned to see a ghoulish yet angelic figure. Wings of a blend of black and white tucked neatly behind his back, a black and gold cassock draped around him.

"What are you hanging around her so much for?" Miasma asked, expecting them to know exactly what he was talking about.

"She's bad news."

@ask-miasma-ghoul

Loch swiftly turned around, their tail flicking as they noticed the intimidating look on the new figure’s face.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know you, furthermore, I don’t know what you’re talking about. If you want to inquire about the ministry and clergy, I can lead you to Frater Copia.”

They said, seemingly completely unaware, simply reciting the proper ghoul protocol.

Loch had seen the incident report, what happened between Miasma and Maple. They had seen who Miasma was. In a desperate urge to stay relevant to the ministry, Loch had ensured to be up to date on all accidents and potential risks towards the clergy and Frater, it just so happened to be that Miasma was quite high on the list of risks.

Loch completely knew why Miasma was here, so they used it to their advantage. Copia had requested them to call upon Miasma, so their presence is awfully convent.

[ask-miasma-ghoul]

Miasma sighed, stumbling over his words with a few annoyed grunts as he reluctantly scooped up the drooling body into his arms.

"He wanted this. You don't want him to be happy?"

@ask-mythrite-ocs

*Glowstick finally made the journey back to Spitfire’s room. It wasn’t right of him to get pissed like that, he didn’t mean any of it. But why did Spitfire even have those drugs? He slung Spitfire’s jacket over his shoulder as he came up to the door.*

It’s me. Here to apologise… and give back your jacket.

*He knocked on the door again. And another time.*

Spitfire? Look, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be an asshole about it.

@ask-mythrite-ocs

From inside the room Glowstick faintly heard a crash and the breaking of a glass, it was silent afterwards. No groan of pain or anything after just silence... stunning silence. Glowstick managed to open Spitfire's door and after a second to catch his breath he was met with Spitfire, on the floor and barely breathing. Small bits of drool mixed with a white color was running down his cheel, Spitfire's eyes were glossed over with tears and cuts littered his body presumably from the glass that has shattered on the floor.

Glowstick dropped the jacket in shock, his body frozen and tears threatened to spill. A note dropped from the door, the craft tape clearly not suitable to be stuck for long periods of time. Glowstick picked it up, it was for him. He read the letter, his tears dripped onto the paper one by one.

☆holy shit that took a while LMAO⚠︎

[ask-miasma-ghoul]

~ BACK ON MY BULLSHIT WITH A NEW OC I'VE BEEN WANTING TO MAKE. this guys a lot nicer and less dramatic... I'm getting a little sad not interacting with more people because miasma is a piece of shit

~ MIASMAS STILL MY #1 BUT I NEED SOME HAPPIER THEMES OKAY :(((

Heyy! My name's Reed. I'm a costume designer. And a makeup artist. And an embalmer. And a mortician. Many things! But my goal is to make ya beautiful in life and in death.

I'm an earth ghoul but to be honest I'm pretty out of touch with my element. I feel more like a human than anything.

I was summoned by Secondo. He wanted to be a pretty little princess so he got someone to do that job for him. Poor Primo got the RAGS.

18+ asks are allowed!

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

Me again ( @puuuders ) you silly goobers. I'm gonna edit this over time I'm lazy

[ask-miasma-ghoul]

favorite era 5 ghoul?

Hmm... Probably Cumulus... She's very cute...

[ask-miasma-ghoul]

A subtle twitch rippled across Miasma's ears at the sound of Glowstick's enraged and panicked roar. He pivoted, his eyes snapping towards him down the hall. Glowstick lumbered towards him, cradling Spitfire in his arms who hung limp. Miasma's eyebrows furrowed initially before pulling upwards. Damn, he really did it?

"What's wrong with him?" Miasma asked, having slowly began walking to meet Glowstick.

@ask-mythrite-ocs

*Glowstick finally made the journey back to Spitfire’s room. It wasn’t right of him to get pissed like that, he didn’t mean any of it. But why did Spitfire even have those drugs? He slung Spitfire’s jacket over his shoulder as he came up to the door.*

It’s me. Here to apologise… and give back your jacket.

*He knocked on the door again. And another time.*

Spitfire? Look, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be an asshole about it.

@ask-mythrite-ocs

From inside the room Glowstick faintly heard a crash and the breaking of a glass, it was silent afterwards. No groan of pain or anything after just silence... stunning silence. Glowstick managed to open Spitfire's door and after a second to catch his breath he was met with Spitfire, on the floor and barely breathing. Small bits of drool mixed with a white color was running down his cheel, Spitfire's eyes were glossed over with tears and cuts littered his body presumably from the glass that has shattered on the floor.

Glowstick dropped the jacket in shock, his body frozen and tears threatened to spill. A note dropped from the door, the craft tape clearly not suitable to be stuck for long periods of time. Glowstick picked it up, it was for him. He read the letter, his tears dripped onto the paper one by one.

☆holy shit that took a while LMAO⚠︎

[ask-miasma-ghoul]

I 🙌 can finally use voice 🗣 to text! 💬 Sadly 😞 I cannot 🚫 do emojis 😄💩👻 anymore so I'm 🙌 forcing miasma 👹 to do it 🫵

I can finally use voice to text! Sadly I cannot do emojis anymore so I'm forcing miasma to do it.

@ask-miasma-ghoul

[ask-miasma-ghoul]

How much to just be hugged for a few minutes and told everything will be okay?

*sets down credit card*

Free...

Hug

[ask-miasma-ghoul]

☆this is so weird but like... i hate being in school (ik very much not controversial opinion but shh) and its not that i dont like school its decent depends on the day really. its just that i wanna rp CONSTANTLY but school gets in the way. i dont wanna drop everything i do bc i rlly like all of them but im like done with it.⚠︎

☆this also could be the fact my mental health has always been shitty and its just catching up to me but yeah :3⚠︎

☆anywho ur helping make sure spitfire dont die from his OD bc u gave him da pills and heres the consequence⚠︎

☆if u dont wanna thats fine too lol me and mythrite were just wondering if we could 3-way rp lol⚠︎

~ I get you 😭😭 it's not about life anymore it's about roleplay and everything else is an OBSTACLE /hj

~ My old, decrepit 19 year old ass wants to say appreciate school while you're still there because you're gonna miss it when you graduate, but that ain't the case for some people. It is for me even though I had like 0 friends. I was just thinking about how grateful I am to be here on the internet yapping away w people who at least act like they like me lmao. I guess even though school was horrific socially, it gave me a sense of accomplishment I haven't been able to recreate with my big boy adult pants on. But ya never know if things will get better mentally for you until you graduate. Some people get lucky I guess

~ ANYWAYS SORRY FOR THAT YAPPING. Yes we can, I just got back to them (my Tumblr messages are so fucking weird and I don't get notifications for them??? Idk how to fix it). We shall tag each other according to who should respond so we don't get jumbled

[ask-miasma-ghoul]

Are you okay, my gem...? I will have to teach you how to use speech to text and vice versa...

Behehgwywy hwhw ownwve lwqje

[ask-miasma-ghoul]

"Trying to help you relax enough to talk." Miasma said with a sigh that dramatically suggested long-suffering patience.

"Haven't heard anyone stutter like that since Chain was let out. You sound institutionalized as hell."

Miasma removed himself from Loch's mind, reaching over and offering a friendly and sympathetic pat on the back.

"Sorry... I get heated about things like this after what he did to Chain. But I guess there's no better way to learn than experience, hm? I know I should learn to let people... Uh, go through it, I guess. That's how I learned."

"But... If you ever need some space to freely think about shit without the clergy breathing down your neck... I can get you a corner in Jim's church. It's Copia's boyfriend, ask all you want about him if you don't trust me. He's a good guy. I'm heading back there in a few days. You can come and go all you want."

Driven by an insatiable curiosity, Miasma had maintained a discreet surveillance of Maple ever since their aggressive encounter at the church. He noticed Loch engaging with Maple for conversation despite her awful association with Sister Imperator, and a familiar sensation stirred within Miasma's chest. It was the irresistible pull of temptation, a feeling he had long since stopped bothering to resist since gaining his wings. If God would grant him something closer to Him despite his actions, maybe it wasn't necessarily temptation, but God directing him instead.

As Loch strolled through the halls, a subtle wave of heat washed over their back, followed by a bright, momentary flash of light. A voice spoke from behind, and Loch turned to see a ghoulish yet angelic figure. Wings of a blend of black and white tucked neatly behind his back, a black and gold cassock draped around him.

"What are you hanging around her so much for?" Miasma asked, expecting them to know exactly what he was talking about.

"She's bad news."

@ask-miasma-ghoul

Loch swiftly turned around, their tail flicking as they noticed the intimidating look on the new figure’s face.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know you, furthermore, I don’t know what you’re talking about. If you want to inquire about the ministry and clergy, I can lead you to Frater Copia.”

They said, seemingly completely unaware, simply reciting the proper ghoul protocol.

Loch had seen the incident report, what happened between Miasma and Maple. They had seen who Miasma was. In a desperate urge to stay relevant to the ministry, Loch had ensured to be up to date on all accidents and potential risks towards the clergy and Frater, it just so happened to be that Miasma was quite high on the list of risks.

Loch completely knew why Miasma was here, so they used it to their advantage. Copia had requested them to call upon Miasma, so their presence is awfully convent.

[ask-miasma-ghoul]

if you had to fuck one ghoulette for $20; who would it be?

What a weird question to ask.... I couldn't choose between any-

Cumulus. For free.