Chrxnic Mvnchies

"Where there's weed there's a way. "-- Deez Semi selective roleplay blog Oc character Must be 18+ to ride this ride Drugs are bad mmkay NSFW

[junkierot]

“Burrito’s s’not bad, but s’not exactly wot m’ lookin’   for.” His tongue slides over his teeth and his sun  glasses are pulled on to his face. It’s way too bright  in there. Paranoia is kicking in. “Wot about– Ehm,  yeh got any crystal pieces? M’girl could use a new  piece. Pipe, bong, whotevah. Oh, an have yeh got  any bullets or bumpers?”

[chrxnicmvnchies]

“Um-” he laughs for a moment, not sure if he heard correctly. Suddenly his demeanor changes as he stares at the man, his hands moving to rest atop the counter. “Bruh, I don’t know what kind of business you think I’m runnin’ here, but I definitely don’t sell guns or auto parts.” he shakes his head, “Kind of head shop do you think this is?” his seriousness turns to teasing eyerolls and laughs, “But dude, I got some L E G I T crystal pieces over here. Fucking crystals from Underground. Mexican. Caves, bruh. Look. At. This. Shit.”

[mcrtician]

Francis looked up from the book laying in her hand and laughed out. “Unfortunately it isn’t… but we did have a funeral for a dude here once who looked just like the burger king, it was FREAKY. But yeah this is a funeral home and mortuary, there’s no caskets for sale at his lot but there’s like.. a couple hundred in the cemetery that surrounds the place. Cool huh?”

[chrxnicmvnchies]

With each word the woman spoke aloud, Blue’s smile twisted further downward. Reality struck hard when she spoke of there being a cemetery surrounding the building he had accidentally found himself wondering into. “Spooky as F U C K.” he shook his head and found himself becoming slightly paranoid. “Have you ever like, you know--” he looked around before moving closer to whisper, “experienced any creepy shiznit?”

[junkierot]

”God save the queen.” He laughs. “Cheers, mate.” He’s too fucking high for this. Is this guy even real? Resting his arms across the table, cerulean hues try their hardest to stay focused on the guy that Alek only 80% sure is actually real. He wets his lips & lets out an obnoxious cackle when the poofy-haired stoner eats shit. “Oh, ouch mate. Yeh alright then? Tha’ didn’t look fun.” His nose scrunches and up he goes, resting on his elbows again as the pieces are presented to him. He blinks. “Wot?” His head shakes. “How d’yeh have a beefy five layer piece an’ NO taco? An’ tha’ jalapeno looks like a premature okra. M’ I supposed ta’ just glue it togetha o’sommat? Use me imagination?”

[chrxnicmvnchies]

“I collect odd and awesome pieces. A beefy five layer just sounded awesome. Like, you can just be like ‘bruh wanna hit this burrito?” he lifts it and examines it in front of the Brit, “Look, weed- I mean “T O B A C C O” goes here in this little tortilla fold, and you hit it from this end, where it looks light nacho cheese is dripping. This thing is so detailed, like fuck!” he shakes his head.  “Fuckin’ glass benders are wizards, man.” he sets it back on the counter. “That’s all I have for mexican food though, mate-bruh. I got some some bad ass alien pieces if you’re into that shit though. Got a bad ass unicorn too.”

[mixclcgy]

OPEN

“Dude, don’t look at me like that, its a sale! I have to stock up while this shit is affordable. I mean come on, this bottle of Patrón is only five bucks!

[chrxnicmvnchies]

“Holy F U C K! Yeah bruh, stock up! I’m gonna go grab a fuckin’ cart!”

[junkierot]

“Tha’s great, but m’ lookin’ fa’ somethin’ a little..  Ehm.. Different.” He leans across the counter,  elbows resting on the glass before him. “Yeh  got anything tha’ resembles mexican food?  Preferably a taco? S’fa’ a friend’a mine…”

[chrxnicmvnchies]

“Sick accent bruh! God save tha queen. --Hm, A taco shaped glass piece?” he hums to himself as he leans an elbow on the counter,  “I’ve got a pickle, a piece with these cute little pink shrooms on it--” he suddenly gets an idea, causing him to speed walk into his back room and sort through a couple of boxes. “Might work.” he rushes back out, but suddenly trips over his untied laces, “Shit fuck-” he grunts as he lands into the glass counter. He groans a bit but quickly composes himself and places two small glass pieces before the man,  “Pepe the jalepeno, and the beefy five layer. Fuckin’ replica bruh. Look at that shit.”

[chrxnicmvnchies]

@snowbliind

 “Suuuuh Dude!--” he throws a respectful nod to the one in his shop. “Like, legit bruh, just got some S I C K new glass pieces in. You should totally check’em out.” he moves behind the counter, stopping at a section of tall, colorful bongs and bubblers. “Hand crafted, man. Dude up the road makes these fuckers in his garage. Fuckin’ bad ass, right?”

[chrxnicmvnchies]

@graveyardgurrrl​

“Whoa --”he looks around for a moment, fingers scratching at the back of his messy, matted, curls. “This isn’t BK.” he lets out a sigh of disappointment as his sky blues continue to wonder around his surroundings. The corners of his lips suddenly begin to pull up, “No way... Is this like, a coffin shop?” he finally sees someone, causing his smile to grow wider, “Like, If my cat died,right? Could I like, bring him here and give him like a fancy little Cat funeral?”  

[panachcs-deactivated20170601]

“you can’t be serious !!!” miles laughed, before realizing the other was actually serious in what they said. “please tell me you’re lying. or some bullshit thing like that.” he started, his smile absolutely dropping.

[chrxnicmvnchies]

“How can one not be serious when they’re talkin’ about a donkey show. Like legit bro, this chick blew this fuckin’ donkey, fiive feet from me, F I V E!”

[harbiingers]

he wasn’t the most forgiving person out there. he’s been through too much betrayal, from both friends and family alike. and he doesn’t give second chances. so when he sees the other at his front door, the first thing he thinks to do is laugh; it’s a dry laugh, a laugh that has no humor behind it whatsoever. ‘ why the fuck are you here ? ’ he asks, the laughter gone from his face within an instant. ‘ i stopped fuckin’ with you a long time ago. you got about two seconds to get the fuck off my porch. ’

[chrxnicmvnchies]

“Whoa, whoa, whoa man. I come in P E A C E.” His hands are up in surrender to the other. “I know I fucked you over that one time, but I’ve come to settle the debt.” he pulls off the back pack from his shoulders and places it in front of him. He had a history of fucking people over, but since he opened up his shop, he was attempting to make amends with the ones he owed the most.”I’m a firm believer of lady Karma, bruh, and I don’t want that bitch knockin’ at my door, so--” he crossed his arms over his chest, “Can we handle this like bro’s?”

[chrxnicmvnchies]

  “ --What? You’re tellin’ me that bagel bites are better than pizza rolls? Go back to hell you lying heathen!”

[strayastoner]

[strayastoner]

[jelloandbeercj]

“My daddy called me an aggressive pigeon. Of course, I didn’t know that’s what he’d called me until I got on Netflix but I’m still done with him and his jokes.”

[chrxnicmvnchies]

“--What, your dad called you? My pops didn’t even sign my birth certificate. At least yours gave you a nickname.”

[chrxnicmvnchies]

||Suuuuuh Dude!?

Indie OC

Semi- Selective

NSFW

Written by. Becca

[chrxnicmvnchies]

“ --Suuuh bruh? Lookin’ to score a new glass piece? How about a bubbler? Got new crystal pieces too! We got it all, man. Everything you need to burn that G R E E N.”

[stay-high-stoners]

[stickybongwolf]