Calico Burana: ch.1 - A Cat and a Fox
* * * lardy's was cas's favorite burger joint, and for as long as troika knew him, the fox was obsessed with their chocolate milkshake. so obsessed was the fox that he seemed incapable of spending a week without having a glass of it.
Snow Temperature (by Gruffy)
Grit snickered at the wolf's gruff musicality while they took a few wobbling joint steps that took them from the wooden porch and over the doorstep. "maybe-be-bee..." the wolf smirked.
Ander - Part 2: Subchapter 26
Those stairs... so much like the blunt fangs of a monster too old to chase after its prey, staring up at her as she leaned over its maw with nothing but a desperate one-handed grip to keep her from falling to her doom.
The Forest
The points of those erstwhile blunt, flimsy nails caught at the toughened, fur-covered skin of his chest; his blood dripped once, twice, three times to the ground, the first to be spilled that night.
None So Vile 25: Blood of Heaven
He pushed down with his injured leg, pain exploding as he forced the wounded joint to work, damn it.
Anything
I got an extra job, working a few hours a week at a local burger joint. between all that i still managed to spend a few hours every day with my daughter.
The Digidestined Awakens
_i am pretty sure the weed has worn off by now, why am i still seeing this? this isn't real, it can't be. is this really happening?
Rage
He tries to hand me the remainder of the joint. i reject it. two stalls away. he tries again. i reject it. one stall away. he tries again. i grab it and aim for the toilet. they knock on the door. i missed the toilet.
The Mute - Chapter 5: Moving Day
._ "hey faggot" a blunt force hit my back, causing me to fall forward, scraping my knees and elbows on the concrete. i tried to turn my head, but another kick landed on my arm, slamming my face on the ground. "gonna run, pussy?" a boy shouted.
Gene, the Genial, Substance Lovin' Sheepdog
He's often seen with a large roll of weed clutched tight in his huge, grinning teeth. personality: laid-back, wistful, fatherly, groooooovy.
The Heat Is on In Saigon
He closed his own eyes and savored the warm bath around his head, the short flat teeth on his blunt muzzle... everything was so peaceful and aluring he hissed soflty under his breath, feeling the kiss getting deeper and deeper..
Vipers, Nights, and French Fries (Ch6)
Tay came back from her break smelling like weed and cigarettes. she didn't speak to me, or anyone else more than she needed to for the rest of the shift. it was like all her spunk had been drained.