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“If you were always decent you would have killed yourself instead of summoning me, then I wouldn’t have had the opportunity to shit out your kids’ guts here in the garden. But at it least it grew some real nice flowers.” Miasma bit with a breathy laugh, plucking a flower from behind him and offering it to Biscotti.

A familiar, vile scent that Apostle had grown to loathe over the years trailed not towards the basement cells this time, but towards the large double back doors that lead to Primo’s garden in the courtyard. In his uninformed concern, Apostle sniffed out that filthy creature and found him kneeling on wobbly, malnourished legs outside, holding up a wild mouse by the tail and moving to eat it. He opened his mouth before the mouse let out a loud squeal, startling the ghoul enough for him to drop it and watch it run away.

Miasma was not accompanied by anyone, though he was wearing some kind of ankle monitor that was hidden away as he stood back up on his weak legs and his new uniform pants covered it. He, too, sniffed the air, drawing his attention to his former caretaker, if one could even call Apostle that.

Miasma’s eyebrows raised, seemingly stunned and unable to speak at the presence of his summoner, before quickly flashing that ankle monitor and holding up his hands as a sign of peace.

“Copia let me out,” he stuttered a bit before smiling awkwardly, his teeth stained and a fang chipped from a previous brawl between the two after an escape attempt, “he let me out. It’s fine. It’s fine.”

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~ HIIII I’m back in the ghumblr rp world. Im redoing miasma so I’m starting back to when he was let out of the cell. I still like the idea of apostle being his summoner and there being some like bad blood between them but miasma is a little less hostile now. He’s still kinda creepy but doesn’t have ill intentions towards others :DD

Apostle should have walked away, he knew he should have, but at this point it was too late. He already saw Miasma, and Miasma already saw him. His nose scrunched up involuntarily, the cat at Apostle's side immediately having ears pinned back and a hiss in response. "You should-" The elder ghoul spoke up, words getting caught in his throat. A lot has gone through Apostle's head, even in what should have been his dying moments. Regret, anger, sadness... He still had yet to make amends fully and clear things up, and he doesn't know if he intends on doing so.

Apostle himself looked much different, duller in color and wearing more relaxed clothing, the horn cuffs he wore in place of wedding rings still on his left horn after all these years, although he did wear a new ring on his right index finger.

"Copia let you out?" Apostle croaked out in what could be a combination of shock and disbelief. Of course he did. Copia did see the better of people at times, tried to block out either the bad or good to see what he only wants to see. That mindset wouldn't get Copia far of course, but it's not like Apostle could parent the child that still doesn't consider him a proper father. "Why hunt down a little mouse?" It really was the only question he could think of considering he didn't know what to say at this point in time.

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“I guess I can thank you for that,” miasma said after a silent moment of thought, “that you didn’t lie about me to him. I figured you’d might tell him I was bloodthirsty. So, thanks for doing one decent living thing in your entire fucking life.”

Miasma involuntarily hissed at Apostle before clearing his throat, pursing his lips in silent anger before his attention shifted towards the cat. He could feel a buzz of a connection towards it as he did with most fellow felines, and he raised his hand, rubbing his index and thumb together in a beckoning manner.

A familiar, vile scent that Apostle had grown to loathe over the years trailed not towards the basement cells this time, but towards the large double back doors that lead to Primo’s garden in the courtyard. In his uninformed concern, Apostle sniffed out that filthy creature and found him kneeling on wobbly, malnourished legs outside, holding up a wild mouse by the tail and moving to eat it. He opened his mouth before the mouse let out a loud squeal, startling the ghoul enough for him to drop it and watch it run away.

Miasma was not accompanied by anyone, though he was wearing some kind of ankle monitor that was hidden away as he stood back up on his weak legs and his new uniform pants covered it. He, too, sniffed the air, drawing his attention to his former caretaker, if one could even call Apostle that.

Miasma’s eyebrows raised, seemingly stunned and unable to speak at the presence of his summoner, before quickly flashing that ankle monitor and holding up his hands as a sign of peace.

“Copia let me out,” he stuttered a bit before smiling awkwardly, his teeth stained and a fang chipped from a previous brawl between the two after an escape attempt, “he let me out. It’s fine. It’s fine.”

@ask-miasma-ghoul

~ HIIII I’m back in the ghumblr rp world. Im redoing miasma so I’m starting back to when he was let out of the cell. I still like the idea of apostle being his summoner and there being some like bad blood between them but miasma is a little less hostile now. He’s still kinda creepy but doesn’t have ill intentions towards others :DD

Apostle should have walked away, he knew he should have, but at this point it was too late. He already saw Miasma, and Miasma already saw him. His nose scrunched up involuntarily, the cat at Apostle's side immediately having ears pinned back and a hiss in response. "You should-" The elder ghoul spoke up, words getting caught in his throat. A lot has gone through Apostle's head, even in what should have been his dying moments. Regret, anger, sadness... He still had yet to make amends fully and clear things up, and he doesn't know if he intends on doing so.

Apostle himself looked much different, duller in color and wearing more relaxed clothing, the horn cuffs he wore in place of wedding rings still on his left horn after all these years, although he did wear a new ring on his right index finger.

"Copia let you out?" Apostle croaked out in what could be a combination of shock and disbelief. Of course he did. Copia did see the better of people at times, tried to block out either the bad or good to see what he only wants to see. That mindset wouldn't get Copia far of course, but it's not like Apostle could parent the child that still doesn't consider him a proper father. "Why hunt down a little mouse?" It really was the only question he could think of considering he didn't know what to say at this point in time.

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He gives Kas a big wet lick on their cheek, purring profusely.

Drags you into my cuddle lair :3

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Mrrp

he stinks horribly but it’s too late. He has wrapped himself around Kasiuis and ain’t letting go

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Drags you into my cuddle lair :3

@ask-kasiuis-emeritus

Mrrp

he stinks horribly but it’s too late. He has wrapped himself around Kasiuis and ain’t letting go

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“The mice were more nutritious than anything you ever fed me.” Miasma faced away from Apostle as he spoke, looking around the flower bed for the creature. His previously whipping tail lowered to the ground as his hunt ended in defeat, and he sat down, the lack of adrenaline making it more difficult for the ghoul to deal with the ache in his legs.

“He put me in rehabilitation,” Miasma said, fiddling with his ghrucifix necklace, “then I’ll get my quintessence back. Lucky me.”

A familiar, vile scent that Apostle had grown to loathe over the years trailed not towards the basement cells this time, but towards the large double back doors that lead to Primo’s garden in the courtyard. In his uninformed concern, Apostle sniffed out that filthy creature and found him kneeling on wobbly, malnourished legs outside, holding up a wild mouse by the tail and moving to eat it. He opened his mouth before the mouse let out a loud squeal, startling the ghoul enough for him to drop it and watch it run away.

Miasma was not accompanied by anyone, though he was wearing some kind of ankle monitor that was hidden away as he stood back up on his weak legs and his new uniform pants covered it. He, too, sniffed the air, drawing his attention to his former caretaker, if one could even call Apostle that.

Miasma’s eyebrows raised, seemingly stunned and unable to speak at the presence of his summoner, before quickly flashing that ankle monitor and holding up his hands as a sign of peace.

“Copia let me out,” he stuttered a bit before smiling awkwardly, his teeth stained and a fang chipped from a previous brawl between the two after an escape attempt, “he let me out. It’s fine. It’s fine.”

@ask-miasma-ghoul

~ HIIII I’m back in the ghumblr rp world. Im redoing miasma so I’m starting back to when he was let out of the cell. I still like the idea of apostle being his summoner and there being some like bad blood between them but miasma is a little less hostile now. He’s still kinda creepy but doesn’t have ill intentions towards others :DD

Apostle should have walked away, he knew he should have, but at this point it was too late. He already saw Miasma, and Miasma already saw him. His nose scrunched up involuntarily, the cat at Apostle's side immediately having ears pinned back and a hiss in response. "You should-" The elder ghoul spoke up, words getting caught in his throat. A lot has gone through Apostle's head, even in what should have been his dying moments. Regret, anger, sadness... He still had yet to make amends fully and clear things up, and he doesn't know if he intends on doing so.

Apostle himself looked much different, duller in color and wearing more relaxed clothing, the horn cuffs he wore in place of wedding rings still on his left horn after all these years, although he did wear a new ring on his right index finger.

"Copia let you out?" Apostle croaked out in what could be a combination of shock and disbelief. Of course he did. Copia did see the better of people at times, tried to block out either the bad or good to see what he only wants to see. That mindset wouldn't get Copia far of course, but it's not like Apostle could parent the child that still doesn't consider him a proper father. "Why hunt down a little mouse?" It really was the only question he could think of considering he didn't know what to say at this point in time.

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This blog may feature some dark themes regarding abuse and murder.

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For minors:

This blog is more directed towards adults. While I do allow minors to interact with me, there are certain things I am not comfortable with talking about:

heavy gore

sexual topics/nudity of any kind

relationships between characters if the mod is a minor

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My name is Miasma.

I am a quintessence ghoul summoned on January 1st, 2018. I was assigned to kill the papas, afterwards thrown in a jail cell until Sister Imperator's death. I am currently completing a rehabilitation program to transition into normalcy within the ministry.

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Basic info:

Agnostic but enjoys studying different religions for fun

Spends the majority of his time in his full ghoul panther form because it brings him comfort

Struggles with mental health issues, mostly impulse control

Hates Sister Imperator and Papa Nihil

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Revamped Miasma yay! There will still probably be some angst here but not nearly as much so I don't get depressed again!!!

Mod is @puuuders

tags:

#ask miasma

#miasma speaks

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Original Miasma account with all of the crazies can be found at @miasma-museum