07-17-2018, 03:13 PM
STOCKING ANARCHY
✯ — if you don't fuck with us then motherfuck you
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she couldn't blame arrow for wanting to know about the bitch that smashed into earth's atmosphere. there was no warning. no nothing. and then bam. she came smack out of heaven's vagina and sent crashing into earth's hymen. and she had made quite an entrance apparently. enough to leave a lasting impression in the minds of others.
"arrow, huh?" kind of a cool name. bad ass in a way. unlike stocking's. who the hell named their angels after their weapons anyways?
turns out this was the first person to call for help when she'd been shitted out of heaven's hole. in reality, stocking was incredibly grateful for that. her memory of arrow's yell for backup was still strong in her mind. arrow had been her saving grace.
"cool. i'm stocking, and thanks for calling for help."
it occurred to her that many creatures on earth weren't exactly believers of gods, demigods, angels and such. hell, if panty weren't an immortal herself, she'd had a hard time believing. but she didn't have a way of knowing who would take her word for it and who wouldn't. she preferred to tell it as it was.
"uh, see, i didn't do that on purpose of course. god decided to use me as basketball practice apparently. i was the ball, and heaven was the hoop." or at least, as close to the truth as she'd allow. while she was a normally a straight forward person, stocking enjoyed painting her words in metaphors and figure of speeches.
"arrow, huh?" kind of a cool name. bad ass in a way. unlike stocking's. who the hell named their angels after their weapons anyways?
turns out this was the first person to call for help when she'd been shitted out of heaven's hole. in reality, stocking was incredibly grateful for that. her memory of arrow's yell for backup was still strong in her mind. arrow had been her saving grace.
"cool. i'm stocking, and thanks for calling for help."
it occurred to her that many creatures on earth weren't exactly believers of gods, demigods, angels and such. hell, if panty weren't an immortal herself, she'd had a hard time believing. but she didn't have a way of knowing who would take her word for it and who wouldn't. she preferred to tell it as it was.
"uh, see, i didn't do that on purpose of course. god decided to use me as basketball practice apparently. i was the ball, and heaven was the hoop." or at least, as close to the truth as she'd allow. while she was a normally a straight forward person, stocking enjoyed painting her words in metaphors and figure of speeches.
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