WeepingWisteria

“The real question is do we want to choose it if we found its descriptor on a possible funeral pyre? Because that might be a warning.” Vendetta gently poked the ...

The randomizer really said No ❤️.

Just poking this since it’s been a minute. :)

“Robots? I’ve never heard of those.” Estella Fay hummed. “Or the word aliens.” “We’re going to be here all day if we keep running into things we don’t understand about ...

Vendetta hummed. “What goes down may never come up.” They looked at each of the statues. They were all different poses, some more valiant than others. But one pose near ...

Estella Fay gasped. “Oh, Malvis can do that! I’ve never met anyone else that could, though. In our world, they’re called Illusionists. They have control over almost every facet of ...

Alex laughed, avoiding the eyes of the reader. They didn’t like making eye contact, even when it came to a fourth wall break. “Oh, look! There was a glimmer right ...

The box only had one thing inside: a small fortune cookie size piece of paper. Vendetta, now greatly relieved that it wasn’t anything deadly, took it out. Squinting, they read ...

Dusk vibrated in a sort of shudder. “I say get it over with. If it’s awful, we’re all allowed to scream.” José nodded. “Thank you for the permission.” Vendetta’s hand ...

Dawn circled around the temple, quietly muttering to itself. “It was either for prophecies or funerals. I can’t remember which.” Wormy shook her wedding veil. José gently poked the altar ...

“Oh, great. Bottomless pits. Thank you so much, Guy.” Vendetta sighed, carefully stepping over the holes. Dusk and Dawn made it to the altar first since they got to avoid ...

Guy grumbled against the tape, straining against his duct tape bonds. Dawn shot into the air. “I got it!” They smacked the key out of the air, Vendetta barely catching ...

“Hail, adventurers who have dared to enter this temple! You have foolishly stepped into the chamber of choice.” The rest of the statues came to life, wrestling their way out ...

Estella Fay blinked. “Another time?” She hummed. “I suppose that would make sense.” She ruffled her wings, Heliodor Everett averting his gaze. “Well, I can assure you we’re not mutants.”

Estella Fay nodded. “Yes. You’re not English. What do our clothes have to do with anything?” She picked up her skirts. Her dress as a typical 1838 dark blue casual ...