#[⏳] so many souls ;; ask [⏳]

[bloodsoakedgod]

🗣️ — Well isn't this a surprise. Lovely scenery I must say. Though there's so much red that you can't see the blue!! 💙💙

He would look at EXE, his neck elongating to get a good look.

@endless-smiles-and-doing-urmom

EXE almost yelped, but swallowed it back as the other hedgehog extended its neck to get a good look.

With a quick narrow of his eyes, and a devilish grin, he threw his hand up and wrapped it around part of Majin’s neck.

“ Aren’t you an interesting one~? “

[ask-the-crimson-king]

⏳⚫️ (more specifically the dark chambers)

( @askthecaptiangeneral )

Your choice on 30k or 40k Mun

[Time Asks]

@askthecaptiangeneral

🌑 or “dark” for one of my muse’s darker memories and/or secret memories

The depths of the Imperial archives were inaccessible to many, and with very good reason. The knowledge within was not for the common people; it could too easily be used for ill, instead of good. Then again, all knowledge could be used in such a manner.

But in this section? This one, hidden behind esoteric meaning and symbology unknown to all but a precious few? This was dangerous. Even to the most practiced mind, it could still have disastrous consequences.

And that was precisely why Magnus was here.

He had just arrived on Terra naught but a few hours ago but was immediately drawn into the Imperial archives. He was brought to it like a moth to a flame, knowing that the answers he sought were to be found here. He had to act swiftly; his Legion's future was ensnared too deep for him to untangle with the knowledge he had, and so he needed to look to one of the greatest repositories of wisdom in the entire galaxy.

It was here that, after countless hours of searching and learning, he finally felt ready. He warded his mind as best he could, formed a ritual circle around where his body would be left, and he set free his soul into the deepest depths of the Great Ocean.

Familiar currents kept him aloft and acted as his compass as he flew. Threads wove about him like a spider's web. He chased visions of his Legion's degeneration, phantasms of what could and could not be, diving ever deeper. All along the way, lurking predators tailed him, but he ignored them. Time was of the essence.

One slim thread was leading him farther and farther within. It felt as though he was swimming down into the greatest abyss of the deepest ocean, where no light would ever be seen or felt again. Lurking creatures oggled at the newcomer, some chittering and cackling too close for comfort. Magnus ignored them. All that mattered was the thread -- one vision of a brilliant future where he stood with his Sons triumphant. He just needed to go a little deeper-

You're out of your depth, aren't you?

The voice echoed all around him, stopping him short. Magnus reached out all of his senses; those creatures in the dark had all gone. There was only one suffocating presence that felt as though it was all around him. Eyes began to blink at him in the inky abyss, colors shimmering off of mismatched feathers and scales.

+What are you?+ he asked.

The means of your salvation. More accurately, the salvation of your Sons.

+What do you know of them?+

That you love them so dearly. That they are doomed to die as terrible, twisted amalgams, unless you decide to intervene, here and now. Its voice was sickening. It sounded both genuine and mocking. Its tones were familiar yet foreign.

+You can help me attain the means to saving them?+

I can. And I am the only one who will grant you such knowledge, Magnus the Red.

Something about this felt wrong. This was an ancient and dangerous thing, he knew. But... he had tread so many paths of fate, even before he dove so deep... the only means of saving them could only be found within the deepest depths of both the future and history. Every time he tried to untangle a knot before, it felt as though nine came to replace it. He had already labored for many long nights ever since he had met his Legion in the flesh and saw the pain they were going through.

But this thing. This thing, this predator of the depths, it could be leading him astray. Even as his thoughts turned to such a conclusion, a wide, sharp-toothed smile appeared before him.

Do you have any other choice?

That gave him pause. Did he? Would there be anything else out here? Would there be anything else in the depths? Or would he dive too deeply and lose his way back to the Materium as he knew it?

+You can save them?+

For a price, Magnus. But something tells me you will pay any price to save them from their fates.

As it spoke, visions of Astartes in agonizing spasms filled the shimmering void around them. Flesh bulged and stretched, new limbs grew and multiplied, screams and begging cries filled the air. They called out for help, for mercy, anything to make it stop. Those who were not presently affected were filled with guilt and shame as they would not prevent what was seemingly inevitable.

Magnus felt it all. He felt their pain, their sorrow, their horror, their despair, their grief. He began to find himself overwhelmed by it all, tears spilling from eyes both incorporeal and not.

+Enough!+ Magnus cried. +Name your price. I will grant it to you. Just help me save them. They do not deserve their suffering.+

Cruel, terrifying laughter began to echo from all around him.

---

Some time later, he was back within his body.

His limbs were weak and weary, and he found himself weeping from only one eye. Where his other had been was now nothing but smoothed over flesh.

This new visage of his would be the one history would remember forevermore. And it would be the one constant Magnus would never change about himself.

He knew he was not alone in the room. Someone was addressing him, but he could hardly register who it was at first. After some refocusing, he saw it was a Custodian. One of his father's personal guardians.

Blearily, he wiped at his eye. It seemed he might've been summoned.

Best not to let evidence of what had happened show too brightly.

None could know of what really happened. All he knew was that the fate of his Legion had been secured.

[rikasfundingassociates]

Welcome To The RFA!

"Finally connected. I'm sure you're surprised." "It's not everyday you get a text from a stranger."

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Welcome to Rika's Funding Association, otherwise known as the RFA. Upon being randomly added to a group chat alongside 21 other strangers, you and the group are tasked with helping the RFA plan a party by inviting various guests.

Once the party goes astray, you all find yourself locked within the confides of the banquet hall, many questions begin to arise. Who's 'Unknown'? What happened to the other members? And most pressing of all:

Why do you have to kill each other to escape? ┈ㆍ✉ㆍ┈

Mysterious Messenger is a 15+ user-interactive killing game roleplay heavily inspired by the 2016 otome “Mystic Messenger.” Follow 22 RFA volunteers as they charge through chat logs, calls, and chapel after being abruptly tasked to aid in reviving Rika’s Funding Association after a year of grief and radio silence. All the while, players are able to get to know 6 solemn souls and unlock the legacy of the person who founded this organization long ago.

The game will offer:

Half body art for all accepted players

Varying in game perks depending on host route

In game currency system

Spectator NPC involvement

Flexible Power Roles

BDA && Killer reveal art

Two week chapter system

In game lore for players to explore

[Warning: MysMes deals with the following topics: RELIGION, CULTS, GORE, AND DEREALIZATION]

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✦ Welcome to Mysterious Messenger. A 15+, user-interactive killing game roleplay inspired by the 2016 otome "Mystic Messenger"! The game will be hosted on Discord, so make sure to join our server to submit in an application! Applications are due on May 20th.

ASK PAGE ✦ MEET THE MODS ✦ MEET THE RFA (Soon!)

[tonybconscious]

Update... Update.. 🕰⏰⌚⌛⏳🕟🕖🕙🕦 Too many obstacles All over my course Got me yelling and screaming until I get hoarse Instead of singing and swinging With intellectual discourse In poems and songs That I bring forth It's quite easy for me To express What I feel And just because I sing it That doesn't make it less real And just because I request A donation to pay a bill Doesn't mean I'm not Going hard in between meals Don't you EVER think I'm just here to Beg Or that I've EVER BEEN lazy Even with my Messed up leg I will create until my hands fall off And sing and spit til my death I will paint until I'm paralyzed And bust a beatbox with my last breath But if you do choose to help Cause I gave you the opportunity It's because You like I know It'll only bring more unity So Yes, A closed mouth NEVER EVER gets fed And though I'm not dead Instead of suffer in silence I'd rather just Ask for help instead You can hear it in my voice And see it in these poems of mine You've read I got alot goin' on in my life And even more goin' on in my head So please be patient And Compassionate For, I hate living in misery But, I know my ancestors Will soon deliver me To a time and place of victory Hopefully it'll be in this dimension And on THIS plane And hopefully, it'll be before All this struggling drives me insane This is just another poem And another prayer To remind myself and to remind YOU... TONY B is coming... So get prepared !!! 🏅🥇🥇🥈🥉🏆🎖👑 IF YOU'RE FEELING A SPIRIT and ENERGY of ABUNDANCE and generosity this HOLIDAY SEASON... PLEASE assist me !!! My cashapp is $TONYBCONSCIOUS And your gifts will be met with appreciation and GRATITUDE...🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾 THANK YOU IN ADVANCE... ASHE, NAMASTE... Tony B. Conscious (323(251-4969 💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑 #art #artist  #artistlife #blacktwitter #bayarea #berkeley #oakland #blackartmatters #soul #blackartist #bayareaartist #bayareavegans #veganartist #california  #leimertparkartist   #creativegenius #basquiatinspired  #positiveoutlook #icon #theghettovango   #tonybconscious #tonybconscious1 #tonybconsciouspoetry (at Oakland, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CYHy_ToBN24/?utm_medium=tumblr

[http-eiji]

‪“Ash - 👁 am very worried😦😥😣 because I haven’t ❌❓ seen 👀 you and I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♂️🙅🏻‍♂️ if you are okay👌. ‬

‪You said 🗣 to me before 🔁 “We 👯‍♂️ live in 💅different 💁🏼‍♂️ worlds 🌎✨ .” But I 🙋🏻‍♂️am not sure🧐🤨🤔 if that is true🤥💆🏻‍♂️🔥.‬

‪We 👬 are from different countries✈️🗺, and our skin 🙆🏻‍♂️🙆🏼‍♂️ and eyes 👁🤙 are different colors ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🖤. But so what😡🙄? We are friends👬. Isn’t that enough 🙌😪? What else do we need 😤😳😩?‬

‪I am very happy 😊🕺🏻 I came to America 🤠🍔🌭🇺🇸. I made many friends 🤝 here. Above ⬆️ all 👀... I met you, Ash 🤧🥰.‬

‪You asked 😌🗣❓ me many💯 times⏰ if you 😏 scare 😱😈👻 me 😵. But I never 🚫❌‼️ felt scared 😡😎 of you 👊, not 🙀⛔️ even once 1️⃣😽😻. From the first time 🕐 I met you 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨💆🏻‍♂️.‬

‪Actually 🧐, I always felt😔 that you were hurt 🥺😖, much more than me 🤧💀 - that your spirit 👻🙌 was wounded 🔥🤕😵.‬

‪I knew 😌😉 you were smarter 🧠🤓👨‍🏫 than me 🙃, and bigger 👅👀, and stronger 💪😯 - but even so, I always 👊♾ wanted 😤😡 to protect 🔫🔥 you 🗿. Funny 🤔🤣 isn’t it 🙃🤪?‬

‪But what ❓👀 did I want to protect 🐥🔪 you from 😪💀? ‬

‪I think 💭🧐 I wanted 😔😭 to protect 😱😳 you from your future 🤯👴🏻. Because your fate ⏳💡 was slipping away🏃‍♂️, like a flood 🌊💦.‬

‪Do you remember 🤪🤔 telling 💬🔊 me about the leopard 🐆 in that Hemingway 🕯 book 📖✒️?‬

‪He died ⚰️☠️ at the top 🔝‼️ of the mountain ⛰🌄, and you said 💁🏼‍♂️💬 he knew 🤷🏼‍♂️🧠 he will never ⛔️‼️🙅🏼‍♂️ go back ⏮😥 down ⬇️🤧. ‬

‪But I said 🗣‼️🔊🗯 you are not❌🚫🔥 a leopard🐆, and you can 🤘👍✊ change 👀🔀 your future ⏰⌛️. It’s true 🥰😌, Ash. You can 😎🤩 change your fate 😙🥳😭.‬

‪You are not ⛔️🔥 alone 🌚👯‍♂️ Ash. I am with you 👬🤧🥰 . My soul 😌👻 is always 👀👅 with you 👁👨‍❤️‍👨.‬

‪Sayonara 🙋🏻‍♂️🤙, America🇺🇸🍟🤠.‬

‪Sayonara 🙋🏻‍♂️🤙, New York 🍔🗽...‬

‪But I 😏😌 am not 😜🙅🏻‍♂️🚫saying “Sayonara 👋🗣” to you Ash😻😘🥰...‬

‪Because this ‼️📢 isn’t 🙅🏻‍♂️🔥 good-bye 😖👋. I know 👀🧠 we’ll see 🗣👁 each other again 🥰🤩 someday ⏳📆. ‬

‪You 🙌 are my 😽🤝 best 🏅👍friend 👯‍♂️, Ash 💖💞.‬

here’s a thought straight from the desk of satan: but what if they update the letter eiji writes ash to a text message with emojis

[bloodsoakedgod]

[ they look him up and down, snickering slightly.. surprisingly, they couldn't tell how he was supposed to be intimidating, even if they knew something was.. off. ]

"And what are you, huh? Some type of.. rat? Mouse..?"

[ they were taunting him, surprisingly.. quite slow for someone of their status.. if he could even tell. Did they have a dearh-wish? Or were they just.. stupid? ]

- @fr0ggz-infested-pond

EXE stared at them, his smile faltering.

The hell? What was this person on? He couldn’t tell if they were stupidly brave or just plain stupid.

He shook his head, clearing his thoughts and grinning widely.

“ I..

am God. “

[bloodsoakedgod]

Majin would appear (as the next person he sees). Looking around quickly before seeing EXE. A concerned look on his face.

🗣️ — EXE! Hey I uh.. I wanted to ask you something that a few Anons told me... I don't believe them since I know you're getting better but you know.

He paused..

🗣️ — Did you.. hurt.. Froggz?

@endless-smiles-and-doing-urmom

His ears raised slightly, not out of happiness, though.

He inhaled and sighed, putting on the friendliest look he could.

“ Maaaajiiiiiiinn! I have… nnnnno idea what those anons are talking about..! “

He had to force the growl to stay out of his voice.

God.

Fucking.

DAMNIT.

“ I would never hurt someone as….. pppppreeeeccious as Froggz…! “

[bloodsoakedgod]

[ he looked around, seemingly worried about.. everything. His emerald eyes flicked around very quickly, confused, concerned, and.. really any other adjective like that. ]

"What.. happened here? Green Hill looks more like BLOOD Hill right now."

[ he muttered that slightly, then noticed the.. look-alike in front of him. ]

[ he.. was gonna be cautious, for once.. staring ahead. ]

- @blueblur-gayming

EXE was shaking out his quills, uncomfortable after the previous anon had cleaned him up.

God, why did people like THAT have to exist?

Grabbing at him to clean him up..

What the hell was there to clean? He was perfect in his eyes.

Muttering something to himself, he turned around, shaking his quills out.

The feeling of combed quills and icicles paired with them was… well, uncomfortable.

“ Stupid anons and stupid fucking- “

…

“ …Well well well…~! “

He grinned, cracking his knuckles before putting his hands behind his back.

“ The famous… classic… Sonic…~

What an honor~ “

[bloodsoakedgod]

EXE's DAILY CHECKLIST

Eat Mobian for breakfast

Kill Mobian for tomorrows breakfast

Hook up with Majin

Daily affirmations

Play a few games

Eat Mobian for lunch

Hook up with Majin

Groom the quills

Practice murder on some remaining flickies

Hook up with Majin

Eat Majin Mobian for dinner

Relax with Majin

Sleep and cuddle with Majin

“ Fucking WHAT!? HOOK UP WIT—

ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND!? “

[bloodsoakedgod]

Rip off Sanic.EXE 🙄

“ What in the NAME of ME is a SANIC!? “

[bloodsoakedgod]

(Idk much to type rn but- *silently slides here the lil one-* her blog will eventually be finished well- @lxrdsh1p )

What seemed to be a toddler appeared somewhere in this world’s Green Hills, seemingly via warping. The little one stretched and yawned for a moment, unaware of where she is but as soon as she realized that nobody she knew was near her, she started to feel kind of..anxious, perhaps? Even worried and confused, more when she was able to see the change of scenery.

EXE had been wandering.

Why? Don’t know. Maybe he was just looking for a leftover mobian limb he had somewhere.

Either way, he was wandering.

And that wandering led him to find her.

Once he registered she was there, he grinned. Devilishly, flicking invisible as he approached.

Once close enough, he reappeared, putting a fake concerned look as he knelt down to her.

“ Aaaawee.. what’s wrong, little one~? “

[bloodsoakedgod]

Silly

(I am from the future)

“ …What the fuck is this. “

He looks disgusted.

[bloodsoakedgod]

Bros a discord moderator and says he's the alpha

“ WHAT THE HELL ARE THESE TERMS!? “

[bloodsoakedgod]

“ …What? “

[bloodsoakedgod]

“ Real. “

[bloodsoakedgod]

What, exe? It's just ur birthday.

Here's a cake you'll enjoy cutting :3

“ If it doesn’t have some kind of sweet inside thwt resembles blood I don’t want it. “