Go Crazy;

Welcome to Roni's main account for this sick ass multiple-muse roleplay group I have joined with a few of my other peeps. Which most likely means you, because you're obviously here. Who else would be here?

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[nacho1x1-blog]

Guys, I am so high today. Don’t worry.... I’m not indulging my own product. It was a gift. From my boss. Don’t worry about it, I said that. Okay, anyway how’s everyone doing? My name is Mary Jane. No please, stop with all puns pending. Are you friendly and do you want to get high with me?

[nacho1x1-blog]

All weekend Tani, Kiaans’ daughter, had been begging to go ice skating. It took a while, but the man finally gave in to his daughter’s wishes. He slapped on some shoes, and drove his happy ass to the skating rink. Upon arrival, Kiaan immediatly went to the booth where the skates were. He pondered for a moment taking a glance at the skates. "Dad, can I get the blue ones?" He smiled and nodded. "Of course. Let me go find a worker."

[nacho1x1-blog]

This had to be the wildest Thanksgiving weekend Iris had ever experienced during the 21st century. In three days Iris had met three individuals whose significant others had gone missing; they were drinking their pains away in her bar; quick to assume that their significant others just ran away from them. Iris new better, for a while, many people had been going missing through out this part of town. Being the supernatural individual she was, Iris was quick to guess a creature of the night had been causing all these missing people. As Iris dried off some mugs, she approached Chandler who was sitting at her very bar. “What’s your take?” She asked, as they continued to eavesdrop on a woman complaining about her ‘asshole of a boyfriend’ who had been ignoring her for a few days. “I say he was killed.

[nacho1x1-blog]

Kyle had been waiting outside of the hospital for nearly twenty minutes now. In Kyle’s eyes, Lola was slow and late as fuck. However, he had put that on himself, considering he had left the hospital a little prematurely. Kyle was still wearing the gown for Gods sake. Many nurses had approached him, urging Kyle to get back indoors; all attempts were forgotten the moment he started flirting with them and exchanging numbers. Distracting. The way Kyle gets away with most things.

Finally, Lola had pulled up just in front of the Hospital. As soon as the door opened, Kyle let out a complaint. “Jesus, Lola, drive like a turtle much? My grandmother can run faster than you.” Kyle took a seat, pushing up his gown, letting his bare ass rest on her car seat.

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starboyz1x1:

As she sat down, Melanie couldn’t help but light up as Olive Gray, of all people, basically sung her praise. She was honored that Olive had even took the time to peruse her resume, much less that she was here to have this conversation with her. Needless to say, this very interview was checking off a lot of Melanie’s items on her bucket list. She knew it was just an interview, but things were looking so promising already.

“Thank you so much for your praise, Mrs. Gray! Politics are my life, and I have a huge passion for helping people. I have since I was young, even if at the time that just meant lobbying for healthier meal options in the cafeteria. That’s not on the resume, but best believe that we got those healthier meal options by the end of my first term,” Melanie laughed good heartedly, though her words were true. Even though class president was really just a title, Melanie did everything she could with her time in power. “My future is just to help people, and the world. There are so many paths to that, so I’m keeping my options open. I’d love to become a legislator, a senator. Right now I’m paying my dues, helping out a…wonderful legislator by the name of William Brown. I really enjoy my work, and I just want to do as much as I can to help the world while I’m here. And with my drive and passion? I’m hoping I can do a lot.”

Olive giggled. “Well that would be quite the resume for a student.” Olive stood back up and took a seat next to Melanie, rather than across from her. “I love your passion, and to be quite honest, just from listening to you, I can tell you would be such a great asset to my team.” Olive pondered for a quick moment, thinking of just what position to off her. However, there were too many positions that needed to be filled, but only a few were special. “I’m going to take a risk here, I have a few positions open, and don’t tell anyone I’m doing this, but-” Olive wrote down three positions. “Here. Take your pick. Which ever you can see yourself most passionate about.”

On this piece of were three positions: youth outreach, data and strategy director, and communications press director. They were first three things that came to mind, all were very important. 

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ghostling:

Four Word . Prompts

“Please, come with me.”

“You’re always number one.”

“I can’t do this.”

“I won’t let you.”

“Maybe I’m just crazy.”

“I’m not even sorry.”

“Honestly, just stop it.”

“I believe in you.”

“Don’t be an ass.”

“Who were you with?”

“Please talk to me.”

“I can’t trust you.”

“I need you, though.”

“Don’t be fucking rude.”

“Is that my shirt?”

“So, it was you.”

“I need to go.”

“Just stay with me.”

“You can trust me.”

“Alright, I love you.”

“I’m sorry, but no.”

“Will you help me?”

“You’re a terrible cook.”

“Can you shut up!?”

“You love me, right?”

“I really need you.”

“I don’t love you.”

“I’m not doing this.”

“I really need you.”

“You don’t want me.”

“Let me help you.”

“You’re such a bitch.”

“I can’t do this.”

“You think you’re funny?”

“Hey, I said stop!”

“Will you marry me?”

“Wanna go out sometime?”

“I don’t want this.”

“You always this quiet?”

“Are you fucking insane!?”

“I don’t want you.”

“I’m not wearing that.”

“Sorry, were you sleeping?”

“This was never right.”

“You look really tired.”

“I’m out of here.”

“You need to go.”

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[luz-natural]

[nacho1x1-blog]

It was a typical Sunday afternoon in Arizona. It was pouring down just a little bit and Gabriel was in desperate need of an brand new shoes that weren’t soaked from the puddle he had stepped in. His first store of choice was Target, mainly because it was just a short drive away.

His stroll through Target was quite peaceful. That was until he heard someone arguing with an employee just a few isles over. Curious as to who was causing such a riot, Gabriel investigated the situation. “Excuse me, is there a problem here?”

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ringo1x1:

Y’all, I can’t even begin to explain how much I love the holiday season. Even though I haven’t slept in two days, my tree is officially up and decorated beautifully. This year’s tree topper is— drum roll, please— a rubber chicken! He’s dresses as Santa, of course, and he is very festive no matter what anyone says. I’ve also successfully hung mistletoe under every doorway in the McBean household so I will be getting approximately a billion smooches from my lovely wife a day. As always, I’m very available to come decorate anyone’s house as long as they don’t mind me waltzing in at 3am to do so. Payment, of course, is milk and cookies. If you don’t want my services because you’re a jerk, bah humbug and you’re a dick. If you don’t celebrate Christmas, ignore all of this, but leave your address for a purely coincidental gift card. 

Why the fuck is your tree topper a rubber chicken? Who allowed you to do that? You also have a weird last name, but I love it. I’m curious to what this coincidental gift card is; I do celebrate Christmas though.

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ringo1x1:

Parenting sounds so fun though. I definitely want three slightly chaotic little mini mes running around. I could do without the reckless driving though. I see enough crash victims as it is and I couldn’t imagine my kid being one of them.

Yeah, he’s fifteen, just got his license, and he’s already causing a riot. Mr. Bean head, when are you having kids?

[nacho1x1-blog]

My eldest daughter brought home a damn fool. I swear, this guy is a tool who just doesn’t how to be respectful. I’m ready to whoop him upside his head. The struggle as a father is real. First my son is recklessly driving, my youngest girl is obsessed with climbing things, now my daughter is dating punks. Someone hold me back from schooling this child.

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starboyz1x1:

Where are they following you? That sounds like a very long line, ma’am. I don’t know about makeup, though. I’ve never been into the KISS aesthetic.

On YouTube. I’m a youtuber. I have a beauty channel and just reached 3m followers. Hmmm... a lot of male celebrities wear make up. Of course, for the most part, it’s mostly the natural look so you could never tell. I mean, if you have any blemishes I could cover those up for the “make-up” part of my video. Or if you just want to model some outfits for me, that’d be awesome too.