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scsacostamesa · 1 year
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West Coast Cure- Honey Wine Live Resin Wet Badder This Sativa leaning badder emits a terpy nose of pine, lime, honey, and berries. A sappy and relaxing dab for the stressed-out psyche.
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shelovesplants · 7 months
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Dual OG💨 Crumble 🙌😋
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hailieshapedbox · 7 months
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BUBBLEGUM GUSHERS
PUNCH EXTRACTS
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magical-bees · 8 months
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In curious, reblog for sample size, I'm saying a truly successful post has more the 100 notes or double your followers if you have a lot of them
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bostonbakedbean90 · 6 months
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Biscotti sugar dabs
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femmstoner · 4 months
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1G of Jokerz 31 🤡
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space-writes · 4 months
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wip extract
tagged by @loopyhoopywrites, thank you! time for more claws goodness (goodness? awfulness? badness? unhinged-boys-ness?). Gonna put this under a cut cause it's a) a bit long, and b) features a weird spider and some blood & minor injury (with a scalpel).
no-pressure tagging @morganwriteblr @aalinaaaaaa and @little-peril-stories to share any wip-bits they'd like!
Vivien’s heart glows. Bitsy won’t hurt him, nothing born of Arachnis will hurt him, not anymore, but it’s so perfectly lovely how much Rainier cares. He sets the tarantula—now almost the length of his forearm—down in the circle, and joins Rainier outside it. Rainier has one of the cans of Monster in his hand. He holds it up.
“Cheers,” he announces, and pours the ichor into the circle.
It slithers into the space surrounding Bitsy. Bubbling and oozing, crawling and spurting aborted attempts at multi-jointed legs as it goes, it fills the centre space of the binding and swarms up Bitsy’s oversized body in a hungry flood. She rears up, fangs out, and is sucked down into the living black.
Beside him, Rainier is tense, gnawing at the knuckle of his thumb. Vivien wraps his arms around his waist, and presses to him.
“It’s okay,” he whispers.
“It’s too much. Should’ve used less, to start, she’s not strong enough.”
“She is. You are. We are.” Vivien tugs his hand from his mouth and kisses Rainier’s palm. “Watch.”
The tide of ichor recedes. Bitsy rises, all her limbs at every angle all at once. She’s black on black, juddering stripes of grey piercing up like aurorae in the dim light. Faint patterns that could be webs or nothing ripple through the pool of ichor surrounding her. She stands, utterly still except for the parts of her that aren’t.
Rainier lets out a long, slow breath. Vivien squeezes his hand.
“Told you.”
“Step one, anyway,” Rainier says. “Let’s see if one can’s enough, hm?”
He crouches by the circle, and Vivien fetches his scalpel. Sensible tool for bleeding, not like his little razors and blunt penknives.
“Rainier…” he starts, as he holds it out. “Rainier, can I…”
“You’ve bled enough for me,” Rainier says.
“No,” Vivien says. “I want…I want to cut you.”
His heart thuds in his ears as Rainier stares up at him. Then Rainier lifts his arm, and tugs up his sleeve. Vivien sighs as he kneels, taking Rainier’s wrist gently and laying the scalpel atop it. He can feel the pulse beneath the skin, sense the ichor protecting Rainier’s veins. It calls to the Pacts within him, a distant bassline, sound beyond sound. He can taste it on the back of his tongue.
“Go on, baby.”
Skin breaks slow. Blood wells. Vivien bites his lip as the blade bites through, drawing the same line he’s drawn on his own wrist so many times. Just one more thing they share now. Rainier sucks in a sharp breath. Together, they hold his arm out. Together they drip his life into Bitsy’s ichor. Backwards, that’s what this summoning is. It’ll still work. It has to.
The ichor bubbles, writhing at the warm energy the blood infuses it with. Bitsy makes…not a sound, but a noise. At first Vivien thinks it’s just a hiss in his head, but Rainier winces too.
“God, she’s loud.” A grin splits his face. “She’s loud! Vivien, do you hear her?”
“Yes.”
Rainier kisses him quickly, still beaming. “You hear her! Alright, step two.” He lowers his hand until it’s almost touching Bitsy where she crouches in the throbbing pool of ichor. Her head tilts towards him. The hiss grows louder. “Take my fingernail,” he says. “That’s my gift, Bitsy. Take it, and make me ambidextrous.”
In the silence after his words, Vivien doesn’t breathe. Neither of them do. The air grows heavy around them, the ichor writhes and writhes and writhes and that is all it does. Rainier’s nail stays human. Bitsy’s hiss dims down to a faint growl.
After five long minutes, Rainier sits back, letting his hand drop with a sigh.
“Not enough,” he mutters. “Not e-fucking-nough!”
claws taglist: @belovedviolence @foxboyclit (ask to be +/-)
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wizard-of-weed · 1 year
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pastel-pinku · 2 months
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🫠🫠🫠
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caitykat42069 · 5 months
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Yay for dabs!!!😋💚
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kawaii--stoner · 2 years
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Grape sundae 🍇 + Pineapple Express 🍍
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scsacostamesa · 1 year
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Friendly Farms - The Kramer Complex notes of earthiness, coffee, and a slight hint of black licorice. This energetic Sativa will lift you high above the clouds as its cerebral effects help you stay clear-headed, focused, and creative.
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shelovesplants · 7 days
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Gi jade strain🙌 cartridge from aloha green dispensary in Oahu🩷🏝🌸✨️💨
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greattideflow · 1 year
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What my lunch break looks like.
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sentimentoz · 8 months
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bostonbakedbean90 · 8 months
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Sunday calls for dabs!!🍓🔥🤤
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