That time the Freedom Fighters fought and killed Wonder Woman.
Don’t worry, she got better.
most historically racist/just fucking stupid and think being gay is the most important and discriminated against minority and talk over other people to say that its sooo embarrassing pls sit down and shut up… obviously not all of them AND NOT FIR FROM WHAT WE’VE SEEN but it is a little embarrassing for him
Well we listen to true crime..
And most of the stories could be because of us, you never know.
Ray. I swear one day I’m going to duct-tape your mouth and you will finally shut up.
Woah chill dude..
MY favorite case has to be The Murder of Nicole Perry
Ooo I remember listening to that while eating hot fries! Those were some good hot fries…
Zee sat on his bed, texting in the group chat. Tría, of course, hadn’t responded for three days and Sarith was hanging off every word he sent. Zee fell asleep texting them. The next morning he woke up to 36 texts straight from Sarith. He had slept right through them. Wonderful. Now he felt bad. He sent a quick “sorry sar fell sleep last night” and put on a crop top Sarith had bought him and some a mini skirt. He didn’t bother trying to deal with his hair. He didn’t wash it last night and now the normally shiny rose gold was dull and puffy. He was tired, but at least It was the weekend. He hurried to The Spot. When he got near it, Sarith was leaning against a wall, dressed in a leather jacket, ripped jeans, a neon tank top, and doodling with black-blue pen on his arms. Octopi. Always the dumb cartoon octopi he loved.
“hey. I’m here.” Zee hugged his friend. Sarith was wearing platform boots, almost 2 ½ inches plus some extra from the tilt. Zee didn’t know how Sarith dealt with them. He had tried platforms for 15 minutes and had ankle pain for two weeks. “Zee. Princey. If you ever vanish like that again I’m driving four miles to see that you’re fine. I was scared you….sigh.” Sarith didn’t need to finish his sentence. He gestured wordlessly at the desolate garden ahead, the abandoned place they had found more than plants in. Together they stepped into it.
“You know I wouldn’t. I’m past that.” Partially the truth. Hopefully the truth. “yeah. Yeah. Sure. Just…next time don’t stay up so late. Please.” Sarith’s blue hair caught the light and made it look like a thin glow covered him. “Sarith. I’m fine. But yeah. I’ll sleep early tonight….”
they walked in silence for a long moment. Then Zee found the stump. They sat down. Sarith first, then Zee awkwardly kinda on top of his lap. A flash. Then they stumbled into a thin white hallway lit only by the empty picture frames on the walls. They walked to the blue door at the end.
inside was a small room with two white couches, an armchair, and a large bookshelf. In it were scrolls, not books. Ray was lounging on the couch, tría draped elegantly over the armchair, playing with a pen. He seemed to have gotten his braids freshly redone by the shine and smoothness in them. And new beads. Ray was half asleep and jolted awake. Trui was nowhere to be seen yet. Well, it was 5 pm for him. And he was much busier than the others, living on a farm in France where his father was dependent on him.
As for the people now chatting about what life they’d live today….the story rooms were the only places they could feel safe. Be it from life, from fear, or simply from their own heads. A place they could be anyone, anything, as long as someone had dreamt it to existence at some point or another.
Ezekiel, or Zee for short, is Sarith’s closest and best friend, often his first lover. Zee is a flamboyant and often femme dressing extrovert, with mathematical inclinations and a rather clingy personality.
Zee is American, around 5’7”, pronouns He/Them, has rose gold hair just long enough to tie into a short ponytail with the wispy sections in front of his ears (if anyone knows the name of them pls comment). He has brown eyes and his hair is naturally strawberry blond (he normally dyes it into a shinier rose gold though). Zee was raised catholic in an adoptive family of 8. He was the third child, and often hated by his siblings and ‘parents’ for not only being gay, but also a femboy, and just not the way they wanted him to be. He didn’t let himself become mean because of this, instead trying to bloom into the kind of person who understands and listens. Nevertheless, he anchored onto Sarith as his only hold to life during middle and highschool, and followed his friend into college.
He likes to read, dance, play video games (preferably with Ray) and sing. He often listens to extremely depressing music, much to Sariths dismay. In magic based AUs, he’s Fae or Human. He loves to shop at the mall and tends to spend free time there away from home. He has ADHD, some abandonment issues and like mentioned extremely clingy behavior. He is Gay and a Demiboy. In a few AUs he is transmasc or nonbinary but continues the femboy look. He is the most protected on the group, with the others often giving up their lives or other important things to keep him safe.
Trianel Cil, or Tría, is a musician, horror fan, and the ‘siren’ of his friend group.
He is African American, New Orleans raised, about 6’1”, 17-25, and has braids he drapes down over the right side of his head. He has bright green eyes and is generally considered to be a gentleman. He plays the cello extremely well, and often does solos or is the one most people end up watching, simply because of his passion and love towards his instrument. In some AUs, he plays professionally and travels on tour. He loves horror and classics like the works of Edgar Allen Poe and studying eldritch horrors. He generally remains calm, but does have serious gamer rage and ended up buying Ray’s mother a new tv after putting a remote through it in more than one au.
Unlike the others, who knew each other prior (Sarith and Trui are twins, Zee knew Sarith because they went to the same school, and Ray was Sarith’s online, and occasionally in-person, because his parents often traveled for work into LA, friend), he turned up in the story rooms on his own, knocking at the door and stealing Sarith’s heart on accident. He is bisexual, pronouns usually he/him, and does not have any common mental issues. He is by far the least traumatized of the group, having a healthy relationship with his parents, being a loved single child, and generally being able to speak up without issues. In most magic-based AUs, he does take the form of a siren, and does have connections to water in most of them.
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I aint got nobody to brag to ab this so imma just tell yall.
I been fucking this nigga for 7 years atp. We usually be flipping around bussin it every direction, but last night idk what took over me but I spent 45 minutes on top and that nigga lost his shit 🤣
