07-17-2018, 02:46 PM
STOCKING ANARCHY
✯ — if you don't fuck with us then motherfuck you
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indeed, being tossed from heaven was one of the most distressing things that she had experienced yet. that, and getting a broken leg.
oh yea. she'd lost one of her stockings too.
her stockings were like gold. precious to her, and special in only a way she could understand. so it was no surprise that finding out that one of them was gone did not sit well with her. she'd dig all up in the earth's asscrack if she had to. she was getting back her stocking. and there was only one place to look for it.
the area where she had crashed.
the journey to the marsh from the town was a long one, given her infuriating limp. before she departed, she had made sure to feed plip, the newest and unprecedented addition to her cabin. at least plip got the job done. he was great for eliminating any pests that might crawl into the house.
"good boy," stocking cooed as she slid a rat down the plant's gullet. as weird as plip was, he was effectively unique and cute. perhaps a carnivorous, mutated pothead wasn't most people's ideal, go to choice for a cute pet. then again, she had always had weird tastes in many things.
it was easy to find where she had arrived; her entrance to earth was marked by broken tree tops, splintered branches and an obnoxiously exaggerated skid mark etched into the mud where she'd collided with the ground.
what she did not find was her sock, but however, a stranger. and she had arrived just in time to catch a snippet of what they'd just said.
"who's what now?" stocking queried monotonously as she limped into view.
oh yea. she'd lost one of her stockings too.
her stockings were like gold. precious to her, and special in only a way she could understand. so it was no surprise that finding out that one of them was gone did not sit well with her. she'd dig all up in the earth's asscrack if she had to. she was getting back her stocking. and there was only one place to look for it.
the area where she had crashed.
the journey to the marsh from the town was a long one, given her infuriating limp. before she departed, she had made sure to feed plip, the newest and unprecedented addition to her cabin. at least plip got the job done. he was great for eliminating any pests that might crawl into the house.
"good boy," stocking cooed as she slid a rat down the plant's gullet. as weird as plip was, he was effectively unique and cute. perhaps a carnivorous, mutated pothead wasn't most people's ideal, go to choice for a cute pet. then again, she had always had weird tastes in many things.
it was easy to find where she had arrived; her entrance to earth was marked by broken tree tops, splintered branches and an obnoxiously exaggerated skid mark etched into the mud where she'd collided with the ground.
what she did not find was her sock, but however, a stranger. and she had arrived just in time to catch a snippet of what they'd just said.
"who's what now?" stocking queried monotonously as she limped into view.
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