07-15-2018, 07:32 PM
STOCKING ANARCHY
✯ — if you don't fuck with us then motherfuck you
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it was no surprise the tanglewood town was infested with creepy crawlies and various plants of all sorts. hell; even her own cabin. it was so choked with vines and creepers that it practically sheeted her house in a coat of green. she wasn't sure how she'd begin cleaning it out-- if at all, but stocking knew she'd have to do it soon. her house couldn't look like crap for ever, and if she was going to live there, she'd needed to decorate it as well.
luckily, taking camp in an abandoned town meant there were plenty of opportunities to find both some interesting and some stuff to flourish her own personal little rathole with. she was on her way from a broken down, deserted shop, purple rugs in maw when she stopped to notice that the vines her cabin looked even more... overgrown than usual.
the stems that had wrapped itself around the wooden boards were practically pulsing and stretching across the house's frame at an incredibly alarming rate. she had heard from a local member that mutated creatures weren't uncommon in the dookie-infested place that was tanglewood's swamp but this was... something else entirely.
almost if on queue, stocking dropped her items in a mild rendition of a jaw drop. there was a generous pause. then curiously, and almost cautiously, she approached the house, easing open it's door with her shoulder.
inside was the largest fucking pitcher plant she'd ever seen.
it's hide was a stunning shade of brilliant green, the rim of the pitcher bright red like carmine. it hung from the ceiling like a chandelier, it's 'belly' bulbous and round, pulsing.
"jesus christ on a stripper pole," stocking exclaimed none too quietly. she'd only been gone for half an hour, this motherfucker had invaded her house in under that time? what the hell?
luckily, taking camp in an abandoned town meant there were plenty of opportunities to find both some interesting and some stuff to flourish her own personal little rathole with. she was on her way from a broken down, deserted shop, purple rugs in maw when she stopped to notice that the vines her cabin looked even more... overgrown than usual.
the stems that had wrapped itself around the wooden boards were practically pulsing and stretching across the house's frame at an incredibly alarming rate. she had heard from a local member that mutated creatures weren't uncommon in the dookie-infested place that was tanglewood's swamp but this was... something else entirely.
almost if on queue, stocking dropped her items in a mild rendition of a jaw drop. there was a generous pause. then curiously, and almost cautiously, she approached the house, easing open it's door with her shoulder.
inside was the largest fucking pitcher plant she'd ever seen.
it's hide was a stunning shade of brilliant green, the rim of the pitcher bright red like carmine. it hung from the ceiling like a chandelier, it's 'belly' bulbous and round, pulsing.
"jesus christ on a stripper pole," stocking exclaimed none too quietly. she'd only been gone for half an hour, this motherfucker had invaded her house in under that time? what the hell?
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