08-09-2018, 02:20 PM
STOCKING ANARCHY
✯ — if you don't fuck with us then motherfuck you
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once upon a time, stocking despised tasks. She was by no means, a lazy girl, but she was born with an ornate sense of rebellion and dislike for tasks or orders of any sort doled out upon her.
But. Tasks were better than nothing.
The confines of her cabin had gotten sufocating. She longed to do something beyond welcoming joiners and venturing out into the woods to find something to feed plip with.
Yawn stretched across her face, revealing tiny pearly fangs, stocking stepped over. "Here I am," came the tinge of her lackluster voice, dragging dark cyan eyes across mirabella's frame. "I'll be taking one."
But. Tasks were better than nothing.
The confines of her cabin had gotten sufocating. She longed to do something beyond welcoming joiners and venturing out into the woods to find something to feed plip with.
Yawn stretched across her face, revealing tiny pearly fangs, stocking stepped over. "Here I am," came the tinge of her lackluster voice, dragging dark cyan eyes across mirabella's frame. "I'll be taking one."
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