Exchange, Part 1
With less bulk, simba was able to sit up but his legs bent awkwardly with his new joint arrangement. bambi's body bulked up as it shifted. he lost his spots, leaving him with a brown coat of fur.
Ander - Chapter 3, Subchapter 30
"you have a blunt way of looking at things, nilia." "that's because i see the world as it is, ander, and the world _is_ a blunt place. take garten over there for example." ander looked, even though he didn't really want to.
Jim's Night Out ("Jim and the Frog" series, #2)
I left the joint, some customers covering their noses when they smelt my exuberant body odor, and i winked back at them. outside the joint was tappy, my typewriter, tied to a lamppost with a piece of rope.
Against All Odds: Part 39 - The Extrication of Alexei Korolev
Alexei continued along the stone path, plucking weed after weed to give the rainbow of flowers left behind room to breathe. sadly, it couldn't offer him the same freedom from his thoughts. 'his plan is to leave for bolstrovo... you can't do that.'
Oh Teacher, Teacher part 2
The aura around the place became heavier as the smells of marijuana and alcohol overcame sam's nose, but he kept his eyes down and just continued walking.
No longer alone.
He moved slowly, stroking a blunt clawed finger along her muzzle and giving her an opportunity take note of his scent, to realise that he wouldn't hurt her.
A Hard, Bruising Fall
Those white-furred fingers with the blunt, black claws. and the soft, black paw-pads. "but i find," she admitted, her whiskers twitching. a bit. a bit more. "i find that my pride ... fell, as well." "why?"
Eshri's Escapism
Eshri let out a sigh, even having escaped a nearly joint peril, her lover was already thinking about the bright side of this gear.
Blue Eyes
Pain erupts from the joint, and chady screams. the hand on his forehead partially blocks his vision. the eagle can just feel the energy rolling out of him, and hear the deafening, roaring screech of his voice.
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Seventy
Growing like a weed, my father would have said." vakaal glanced up at him, scrunching his muzzle. he'd heard the word, but he didn't really have any translations for it in his head. "what's a weed?"
Heart of the Lion
I am blunt and tactless. fumbling over my words unless given time to plan them out in verse and prose. she speaks up against any injustice that she sees.
Oh So Tragic - Part 7
#7 of oh so tragic the story of a freelance thief and mercenary who slowly begins to find and weed out a strange and complicated mess of plans and tricks to kill her. writing, characters (c) me she frowned. _why does he think i'm friendly? weird kid.