Text: The youngest prince was born with crows wings, and kindly kept as a sort of pet. He disappeared quietly into the northern woods, five years before the death of most of his family.

Text: “I’ll drop the charges, if you just tell me your name.” My gentle smile is met with a scowl.

“I’d rather die.”

Text: It’s Bleeding Day. Brilliant color floods the river, blue and red streaming into sweet lavender. 

Text: “Are you a Vessel?” I ask, weak and wary, but starving. 

He gives me an evil grin.

“Why don’t you find out?” 

Text: The House of Red Glass sits behind a towering gate. They say your reflection talks to you in there, all distorted by the strange blood colored walls. 

Text: The next time I see him, his enormous wings are cuffed ten times over, welded into their cage. “Tell me you would have done better with them,” he says, grinning. 

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@ the water that drips down my arms when i wash my face and makes a big ass mess: fuckin fight me

reasons I’m still on this hellsite:

1) nowhere else I could find posts this specifically relatable

Fox finds dog toy and has the best time. [source]

I WILL frolick and I will NOT be stopped.

Text: Every new winter child has its heart removed, and preserved in a snow globe. I keep mine with me, which I’m told is dangerous and stupid. 

Text: I am lost. The night here comes irregularly, and I’m starting to think it’s alive. A strange rumbling tears through the darkness, a bone shaking, tuneless lullaby. 

Text: A Silent Snow has fallen here. My footsteps make no sound, glowing faintly silver in my wake. I can’t even hear my own heartbeat. 

Text: It’s hard to properly dispose of dark spirits, but any mirror makes a good cage. Each morning I brush my teeth, my reflection crowded between a very long waiting list. 

Text: Rain Bringers slept a lot, when they weren’t harvesting clouds. Their eyes held no color, and their blood was barely red, so thin rumor said you could drink it and escape a thirsty death. 

Text: They burned me for witchcraft on this very ship. A hundred years later my deck is weathered, my speed is unmatched, and I’m still furious. 

Text: There’s a strange little door in the back of the flower shop. It leads to a dark little garden, in a dark little world, hiding dark little secrets. 

Deep Water Prompt #2474

“I see the red strings of fate,” she whispered. “You should know, it looks like yours is trying to choke you.” 

Text: The snake was her best friend, her confidant, and when startled, her very venomous sword.