08-01-2018, 01:48 PM
STOCKING ANARCHY
✯ — if you don't fuck with us then motherfuck you
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tanglewood was her home. before this all, she had been a stuck up, conceited image of an angel. the thought of living on earth, much less a swamp filled with abominable creatures and muck downright disgusted her.
but the citizens had proved to be tolerable. and in all honesty, she had grown quite fond of them. especially one in -particular.
malphas was a simple, laid back guy. easy to talk to, not to mention that he had been one of the people to do her the biggest favor since her untimely and rather messy arrival into tanglewood's musty swamp. and for that, she was forever in his debt.
stocking had settled in well since her week of coming to tanglewood. she had thankfully, manage to find some furnishing; all dark hues of cool colors. black, blue, purples. colors like these brought out stocking's comfort.
and of course, there was the issue of her new pet.
the pitcher plant has thoroughly invaded the home, spilling his vines across the floor. stocking hadn't minded him then. plip (short for pussy lips) was polite and well-mannered. he eradicated pests lurking within her home, and he'd eat whatever she fed him.
a shaky, familiar voice from outside drew stocking to her door. she peered at malphas from the threshold of her cabin. he seemed... unstable. unstable in the way that one was tired, their energy sapped and struggling to stand upright. concern etched across her face, she stepped aside and gestured inward.
"of course-- and thank you for bringing the weed," the cannabis was a well appreciated gift, but in that moment stocking cared more for his health and what he had to say. what happened?
but the citizens had proved to be tolerable. and in all honesty, she had grown quite fond of them. especially one in -particular.
malphas was a simple, laid back guy. easy to talk to, not to mention that he had been one of the people to do her the biggest favor since her untimely and rather messy arrival into tanglewood's musty swamp. and for that, she was forever in his debt.
stocking had settled in well since her week of coming to tanglewood. she had thankfully, manage to find some furnishing; all dark hues of cool colors. black, blue, purples. colors like these brought out stocking's comfort.
and of course, there was the issue of her new pet.
the pitcher plant has thoroughly invaded the home, spilling his vines across the floor. stocking hadn't minded him then. plip (short for pussy lips) was polite and well-mannered. he eradicated pests lurking within her home, and he'd eat whatever she fed him.
a shaky, familiar voice from outside drew stocking to her door. she peered at malphas from the threshold of her cabin. he seemed... unstable. unstable in the way that one was tired, their energy sapped and struggling to stand upright. concern etched across her face, she stepped aside and gestured inward.
"of course-- and thank you for bringing the weed," the cannabis was a well appreciated gift, but in that moment stocking cared more for his health and what he had to say. what happened?
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