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macfrog · 5 months
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might my favorite fic writer have a snippet from anything she’s currently working on as a 24th birthday present? (if you aren’t comfortable sharing anything yet that’s fine! <3)
🎈✨ happy bday my fellow sag queen !!!!!! ✨🎈
hope you're having the best day n feel all the love in the world. twenty-four is a good one. enjoy ur day angel!!!!
and enjoy this menacing lil snippet of sweet child o' mine pt ii hehe
“What happened, at the wedding,” he murmurs, addressing the polished gold of your bedframe. Some small sound passes your lips. An affirmative. You’re on the same page. “We didn’t use – you know. And with you not feelin’ well, it’s…” A deep breath. Chest full of a ghostly bravery. And then he asks, “Are you –?” Silence swallows the end of his question. You didn’t need it, anyway. The stiffness of his frame, his stare shooting straight ahead. The lack of oxygen between you – both holding your breath for fear that something might tear loose from your lungs. He knows. He knows he knows he knows. You gulp. “…If I was?”
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eullarts · 6 months
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My paladin is afraid of turning into a murder-hobo. This is not in his future, but he'll worry about it anyway.
Cantrelle (left, @lady-tempest) and Odd (right, @mreullogy) the "Cryptid Aunties" are always very helpful.
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naturebonestudio · 1 year
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I’ve been so caught up in the reels craze that I haven’t made a regular post in ages! Here are some photos of this funky fungi covered ram skull pipe I made a while back. This piece is already sold but I’d be happy to recreate something similar as a custom order. Feel free to reach out through my shop messages (not instagram dms please). ✨ . . . . . . #naturebonestudio #ramskull #mushroomart #glassofinstagram #skullpipe #animalskull #glassart #functionalglass #handmadewithlove #glasspipe #glasssculpture #girlswhoblowglass #glassartist #mushroomcore #vulturecultureart #stonerwitch #gothshit #flameworkedglassart https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp7qeFSuTv_/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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gracieheartspedro · 7 months
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i forgot to put that on anon lmaoooo. um. well hi!😭
hi sunshine, it’s okay!! I like seeing who’s talking anyway 🥰🥰🥰
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Restock! #melvins #stonerwitch #houdini #stag #musiconvinyl #rock #metal #alternative #punk #vinyl #vinyladdict #vinylcollection #vinylcommunity #vinyldecals #vinylstore #vinylmusic #vinylobsessed #vinylporn #vinylwrap #vinyllife #grindpromotionrecords (presso Grindpromotion Records Hq) https://www.instagram.com/p/CltLLboIk69/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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aghxst · 1 year
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My main contribution to @stonerwitcher this year is a lil illustration of a scene from chapter one of @WitcherTits most excellent fic from last year (https://archiveofourown.org/works/38495494/chapters/96212518) I love this fic and this event sm thanks everyone who participated and enjoyed this years works! #stonerwitcher23
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undrthelights · 5 months
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thank you for the tags my lovelies 🤍 @northernbluess @tieronecrush @ilovepedro MWAH
happy to see some other apple music users 🫡
also adding my friends response to my top 5:
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np tags: @sweetercalypso @stonerwitch @tinycozycomfort @isitmeulookin4 and anyone else who’d like to join :) <3
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stonerwitcher · 1 year
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New prompt list for the 2023 StonerWitcher event! Full rules and collection link coming soon 💚
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He should be used to pain, after decades on the Path. Maybe retirement had turned him soft. But the pain from injuries gotten in a fight never was like this. Theirs was a fierce pain, bright and brutal. This was an ache deep in his flesh, never relenting, gnawing at his mind as well as his body.
Geralt has a bad day, and Regis helps
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and the wind is never weary
Fandom: Witcher Rating: G Words: 1291 (oneshot)
Drug Use
Weed
Chronic Pain
Pain
weed as painkiller
Fluff
rainy day
Hurt/Comfort
Comfort
Post-Blood and Wine (The Witcher 3 DLC)
Corvo Bianco (The Witcher)
Read it on AO3
written for the Stoner Witcher event @stonerwitcher
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dear-galileo · 1 year
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take a walk
read on ao3
written for the 2023 @stonerwitcher event :)
no one likes to come home for thanksgiving, especially when the person who raised you was someone like vesemir.
thankfully, the brothers had each other. and some other ways to deal.
eskel & geralt & lambert, brief geralt/jaskier/yennefer, brief aiden/lambert
cw: past child abuse, brief homophobia, recreational drug use
They arrived together. It wasn’t a spoken decision, but an assumed one. Without words, they knew that Geralt would pick Eskel up first from his school, once his last class of the day let out, and then wait for Lambert to weasel his way out of his office job, probably skip a late afternoon meeting, before they made the journey back home. 
Well. Home was a subjective term. Sure, it was where they had all been taken in, and raised, but Geralt doubted that any of them would actually consider the place to be home. Hell, the shitty dorm that Geralt and Eskel shared their freshman year of college was more home to him. 
But, regardless of their feelings of it, they were making the trip back to the house. Back to Vesemir. It was Thanksgiving, and it was understood that the three of them would go to visit him. 
Lambert was struggling with his clothes in the backseat, trying to fight his way out of his button up shirt, complaining about how the collar had been choking him. Eskel, in the passenger seat, was watching this fight with a piece of clothing through the rearview mirror with mild interest. Geralt was content to have all of his focus on the road. 
“They let you have hair like that, in cubicle-land?” Eskel goaded. The hair in question, was wild as always, poofed up from Lambert yanking his half-unbuttoned shirt over his head, was bright red, and sticking out in every direction. Lambert scowled, grabbing a wrinkled t-shirt from his backpack and yanking it over his head. 
“They think I’m fucking adorable there. Janice in HR keeps dropping hints that I’m going to get a promotion, since I’m such a handsome young man.” 
“No shit?” Eskel asked, twisting in his seat. “Congrats, if you do.” Lambert shrugged, already brushing it off. 
“It’s hell, it’s boring, but it pays the bills. Plus, Aiden likes to see me dressed up like a fucking businessman.” He grinned wickedly as both Eskel and Geralt made retching noises. “Who knows. Maybe it will make the old man proud.” 
For a moment, the only sound in the car was the turn signal clicking. Geralt flexed his hands around the wheel as he got onto the highway. He flicked the turn signal off. 
Lambert sighed heavily and obnoxiously, cutting through the sudden tension. “He’ll probably ask if I’m still gay, huh?”
“Probably,” Eskel replied, leaning forward to fiddle with the radio. “I think you could be the CEO of a Fortune 500 company and he’d only want to know if you’re dating a nice girl.” Both Geralt and Lambert made small noises of laughter and agreement. “How is Aiden doing?” 
“He’s great. The kids adore him, he’s about to win the teacher of the year, and it’s only his first year.” Lambert bragged. He leaned forward, knocking Geralt on the shoulder. “How are your lovers? Jaskier’s been sending me Breaking Bad memes.” 
“He’s good.” Geralt said, his grip on the wheel loosening. “Yen’s good too. Both kicking ass. Yen’s been asked to speak at a college for an intersectional feminism panel.”
“She’ll probably raise the IQ level of the family just by association.” Lambert joked. Geralt huffed, the corner of his mouth kicking up. “Did ya get rid of the old Roach-mobile?” 
Lambert was referring to the shitty old van that Geralt had bought when he was seventeen. It was disgusting, and old as dirt back then, but Geralt loved that van, and had taken care of it until it ran smoothly. 
“No. This is Yen’s car.” Geralt was almost offended at the assumption that he would ever get rid of Roach. He had poured not only years into that van, but also thousands of dollars. Last year, Yennefer had taken him to a used car lot to get something that, in her words “wasn’t an assault on every sense”, but they had left empty handed. 
“I was wondering why it was so clean,” Eskel commented, running a finger along the dash. “I was also wondering how you would ever be caught dead in a Prius.” 
“Love makes you do crazy things,” Lambert crooned. 
“Put your seatbelt on.” Geralt told his younger brother. Lambert rolled his eyes, but complied. 
Eskel finally found a radio channel that they all could agree with, and put it on at a low volume. 
It took a little over an hour to reach their hometown. Geralt couldn’t help but check on Lambert through the mirror. After their small talk had died down, Eskel had pulled out a small paperback book out of his own bag, and was flipping through, his head leaning against the window. Lambert was alternating between fidgeting in his seat, kicking the back of Eskel’s seat, or messing around on his phone. 
None of them were excited to go back to Vesemir’s house. Though they had all grown up to be somewhat decent men, they hadn’t left behind the kindest household. 
All of them had different relationships with not only the house, but with the man who lived within it. Vesemir had taken them in, when they were completely unwanted, so Geralt felt as though he was owed some credit at the very least. But Vesemir was a cruel man, when he wanted to be. 
It wasn’t until after Geralt started to see both Jaskier and Yen that he ever went to therapy. It was a group effort, championed by both of his partners, but he found it useful, against all of his expectations. It gave him the courage to set boundaries with his adoptive father, and to encourage his brothers to do the same. 
That was why they rarely saw Vesemir anymore. Thanksgiving was the one compromise.
Eskel had escaped first. But Geralt was right on his heels, and they lived in the same dorm room for the first year of college. When Geralt dropped out in their second year, they moved into a tiny apartment off campus, with a pull-out couch for Lambert to crash on during the weekends. By the time that Lambert had graduated high school, he had all but moved into the apartment. Geralt set up a folding screen in the living room, and it acted as Lambert’s bedroom for another six months. 
It was freedom, for all of them. Though they were strapped for money most of the time, and Lambert would invite his high school boyfriend Aiden over almost every night, and Geralt would wake Lambert up every time he went to his 6am shift at a nearby repair garage, and Eskel was drowning in homework more often than not, they were free. 
By the time that Geralt had secured a job with an automobile repair shop with better hours, and better pay, Lambert was getting ready to move in with Aiden (who was getting his teacher’s certificate), and Eskel was almost done with his bachelor’s degree. 
Geralt moved in with Yennefer and Jaskier, in a slightly nicer place a few blocks away. Lambert got an office job downtown and started to climb the ranks, while looking into night classes.
Vesemir never came to visit them. One could claim it was because he was old, and didn’t want to travel from the suburbs into a college town, but the brothers knew that Vesemir couldn’t have cared less. Vesemir had a bone to pick with every one of his kids, and he made sure to drill it into them from a young age that it was the boys who were at fault, not him. 
So as they grew older, the expected winter break and holiday visits lessened, until the only one that remained was Thanksgiving. 
None of the brothers complained about that.
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wyldwolfie · 2 years
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Me, age 6 gathering sticks, mud and leaves and stirring in water: POtiON POTION I Am the Potion MASTER 🪄✨🧪
Neighbours: Awe, how creative! Such a wonderful little witch here what about we add this magic rock?
Me, age 24 gathering sticks, mud and leaves and stirring in water: POtiON POTION I Am the Potion MASTER 🪄✨🧪
Neighbours: how high ARE you and what the F*Ck are you doing to my pool
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macfrog · 5 months
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alright so this is oliver (black) and kai <333 the cat is my neighbors who i sometimes hang out with when i see her walkin around. i Think her name is heather
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is everybody still breathing? cause i'm NOT 🗣️
oliver!!!!!! looks like the most proper little gentleman please i feel like he knows how to do my taxes and would offer without hesitation. kai is just GORGEOUS those markings!!!! i just KNOW he's a load of fun and HEATHER!!! what a fucking supermodel of a cat
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greenauras · 3 years
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looking for more witchy friends, i’d love to be friends or possibly even pen pals!! (online, or snail mail 🌱)
i’m 20, i live near seattle and i’m a green witch! i love art, weed, music and crystals! i love the rain, the moon, candles, dogs, cats, journaling and video games. 🌙
DM me if you want to be friends :’)
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naturebonestudio · 2 years
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This piece was one of two experimental pieces as I was learning to incorporate resin with my electroforming process. This is a real hemp leaf preserved in resin and copper plated with a borosilicate glass cabochon adornment. This and its sister piece are both one of a kind, available for purchase at NatureBoneStudio.com 🌿✨ . . . . . #electroformedjewelry #hempleaf #potleaf #realleafjewelry #glassart #multimedia #copperleaf #ooakjewelry #stonerwitch #headypendant #naturebonestudio #resinart #darkboho #handmade #borosilicate #electroformedglass #naturelovers #stonerjewelry #420 https://www.instagram.com/p/CisYdFyuTDS/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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gracieheartspedro · 7 months
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yes!!! i forgot what it was called dkisjdjd i eat gummies too or have flavored drinks but chocolate tastes better and the one time i tried to smoke i felt like someone shot me in the chest with a flare gun
THERES YOUR BEAUTIFUL FACE!! hi bby 🥰
and I am a reformed heathen so I smoked weed and cigarettes and vaped 🫣 not anymore!! i’m a good girl now 😂😂 but either way, I completely get you. it hurts all up in your chest when you hit a lot. 😮‍💨
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jenmoondancer · 2 years
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In case you didn’t know, @livviesmalls, the Gourmet Cannabis Chef & Winner of @netflix Cooked With Cannabis, has created a Mocktail for @theoldeworldemporium - Invoke & Toke 420 event! But the recipe will only be available to customers who attend the evening class & ritual. So, it you haven’t already, go and get your tickets now! ____________________________________________ #cannabis #420 #socal #stoner #witchcraft #witchyvibes #socal #maryjane #smoke #toke #invoke&toke #hecate #livvasquez #netflix #cookedwithcannabisnetflix #high #stonerwitch #weed #weedwitch #marijuna #reefer #herb #witchesofinstagram #witchcraft (at The Olde World Emporium) https://www.instagram.com/p/CcRADgbP5rD/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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