There was once a born princess with skin white as snow, her hair was black as night, and people would stare wherever she would go. But with beauty, came tragedy. The princess soon lost her father, and was betrayed by her stepmother. She became a...

fortisrosa:

“ it’s because i’m fabulous, isn’t it? ”

_{” that and your ass “}

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“Does you want to sex.”

_{“Someone fucking ate the last poptart.”}

_{“I want their head on a spike.”}

vindictivequeen:

         ”Nonsense.” 

“We could always give it a different title?”

“Go on.”

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vindictivequeen:

“I feel.. I feel happiness.”

“My tears are of joy.”

       ”Can I keep you?”

“Me?" 

"I cannot be owned." 

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vindictivequeen:

        Nods.

“It’s my favorite pass time. Especially blue birds." 

"Do you feel that?”

“Our friendship is brewing.”

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vindictivequeen:

“But we could go bird hunting together. Wouldn’t you like that?”

A gasp.

“Really?”

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vindictivequeen:

“Whoever you are, I beg of you to never return the old Snow. I like you, you can stay.”

“…”

“This doesn’t make us allies.”

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“I fucking hate birds so fucking much.”

Anonymous skidaddled in,

_{bc poptarts are clearly the coolest muthafucking thing on this earth, duh. and, all the other pastries are below poptarts so..}

_{be gone peasant}