#cherry-swisher

[mahikamihan]

✨ books i've been reading/listening (don't mind me i'm making a list for myself)

January:

Dekada '70 (unf, Ch 4)

Braiding Sweetgrass - Robin Wall Kimmerer (unf, Ch 1, stopped bc I wanted to give the book my full attention)

Mutual Aid - Dean Spade (unf, I only got the conclusion left)

February:

Burn Book - Kara Swisher (fin)

How to Stand Up to a Dictator - Maria Ressa (fin)

Tress of the Emerald Sea (unf , Ch 27)

The Serviceberry - Robin Wall Kimmerer (fin)

Love Can't Feed You - Cherry Lou Sy (unf, Ch 16n altho it's not really divided in chapters??)

March:

To Gaze Upon the Wicked Gods - Molly X. Chang (unf, Ch 9)

The PARA Method - Tiago Forte (fin)

The Guy She was Interested in Wasn't a Guy at All (unf, ch55)

[skxllz]

{ 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐡 }

quotes; “ I showed up on your doorstep cause you're my uncle, asshole, not because I'm selling girl scout cookies. ”, “ did you really just ask if I'm a fucking junkie? ”

age; 20

sex; female

pronouns; she/her

alias; chester shepard

> the surname of her biological mother, used in manhattan - where she came from.

personality; quiet, isolated/introverted, awkwardly caring, sarcastic, playful, kind (for the most part)

likes; eating cherries and playing with the stems. reading forensic files online. playing uno online and in person. collecting trinkets and random things (dice, tiny collectables, etc). chewing on lollipop sticks. keeping money in her shoe for emergencies. smoking swishers. sucking on those creme mint candies. going to the park just to sit on the platforms of the play palace(?). riding bikes. hanging out at the L just because she's nosey and eavesdrops on everyone. riding in/on the back of the cart at the grocery store. goofing around in public places. writing poems when she's bored. sour candy. watching movies, sneaking into the movie theater.

dislikes; public transportation. green apples. arrogant people. feeling transparent/being ignored. her uncle. mickey (it's a love/hate relationship). being bothered when reading.

appearance; up top

additional information; she's sexually confused (bi curious). she has an older brother, wilson, and a little sister, amanda. out of all of the gallagher's she's closest with carl. her mother is deceased and her father got arrested, which is why she was sent to live with terry.

[swisherguitars]

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[crestfallen-infatuation]

Draped up and dripped out

Know what I'm talkin' 'bout

Three in the mornin', gettin' the gat out the stash spot

Drape-, drape-, drape-, drape-

Draped up and dripped out

Know what I'm talkin' 'bout

Three in the mornin', gettin' the gat out the stash spot

Drape-, drape-, drape-, drape-

I got five bullets left in my nine

Grain' at the Glock, looking to fuck up someone's spine

May not do this all the time

Yeah, I might be Cherry but my haters all pie

See the reaper smiling when you look me in my eye (In my eye)

Ridin' down my corner, got my Tony on me

My whip look like Captain Cream, inside pepperoni

Fleetwood day dreamin' but I'll never let em step up on me

Shoutout all my Florida and my Texas homies (My Texas homies)

Got my gut sticking out, I'm from fat city

Everytime I hit the block, the cops is acting piggy

Blanco never left the 7th Ward, from the Lake to New York

Yeah, you know I settle scores

I try to keep y'all up to date on my escapades

PS5 up in the Escalade, running down esplanade

Wock up in my lemonade, now them demons in my head to get some shade

Hold the tool out then look at the mess I made

I can't fix shit but my desire to get high

All my homies that have died, they all watch me from the sky

Life can be fucked up, but I'm glad to be here

Looking for the love, but instead I see fear

Shawty saw my dick, like when headlights meet deer

I told her "Turn around", then I pulled her rear mirror

I told her "Listen up, like you got like 3 ears

You my whole world, I can't even see spills"

Draped up and dripped out

Know what I'm talkin' 'bout

Three in the mornin', gettin' the gat out the stash spot

Drape-, drape-, drape-, drape-

Pull up player mackin'

Bought my bitch a Birkin

Whip self-park, gettin' head while I back-in

Mane, I'm getting paid just to sigh and breathe it back in

Used to cash change for some cigs, $5 on pump ten

Northside superstar (North!), pull up just to piss 'em off

Shawty see my bills, I said "This dildo what this kitchen cost"

Show you how to pimp a RAW, show you how to lick the cross

Playas up, suckers down, pussies I just kill 'em all

Pimpin' fours on 'em hoes, $lick don't usually talk a lot

Ridin' with some girls that turn your homie to a parking lot

Five up a Swisher Sweet, eyes looking bittersweet

Broken heart shawty, but it's yet to miss a fucking beat

Three in the morning, it's just me and Screw

Mane, too many thangs I wish that wasn't true

Mane, been pimping keys like I'm Stephen Hough

Germans growling sounding like a European zoo

What it do? Foreign 'Cedes and that Caddy set

Caddy for my dad, bought my girl a new Macan

Northern Lands, Southside, that's where I'll be dead (7th Ward!)

I'm on them beaches that's forever like I'm Warren Van

Still do the slide, gold in my mind

Ball on these hoes, like I'm Luka downtown, mane

One for the money, two 30's for pain

Xan' for my nerves, only way I stay sane, mane

W-What it do? Foreign 'Cedes and that Caddy set

Caddy for my dad, bought my girl a new Macan

Running down esplanade, running down esplanade, in the Escalade

Wock up in my lemonade, demons in-in-in my

What it do? What-what-what-what it-what it do?

Bla-Bla-Blanco never left the 7th Ward, never left the 7th Ward

[snowlessknitter]

The Masked Singer: S13 E4 (Group B; “Voices of Olympus” Night)

A new group enters the competition, which means we have five new celebrities to speculate on! As always, I post before seeing any unmaskings, so these are just my guesses and not meant to be spoilers.

Boogie Woogie 🕺 🪩: Says he had “extravagant dreams…of being a clown” and took up juggling before trying to become a magician. Says he won a talent show, but ended up busking. We see four quarters in his hat. We see him playing a piano. Has a good singing voice, so maybe he’s a singer and possibly an actor or comedian. The voice kinda sounds like Gavin DeGraw, but I haven’t seen any clues pointing to him. Rita Ora’s guess of Criss Angel sounded the most plausible, but I’m kinda stumped at the moment. I’m just gonna throw Gavin DeGraw out there, but I’m probably way off. I think he survives this round, though.

Space Ranger 👽 🤠: Says he “lives on his own planet”. Says he won gold and excelled in PE. So, I’m gonna guess that this person is an athlete who possibly competed in the Olympics. We see a house of cards. His hat also has a model of Saturn 🪐 hanging from it. Saturn is the 6th planet from the Sun, and I’m wondering if his jersey number is 6? We see a box of chocolates. His song was originally performed by his “bestie”. The song is “Bad Blood” by Taylor Swift. Well, Taylor’s current boyfriend is Travis Kelce from the Kansas City Chiefs. So, I’m guessing this could be Travis or one of his teammates. If I’m sticking with my number 6 theory, then this might be Bryan Cook, a defensive end for the Kansas City Chiefs and more importantly wears the number 6 on his jersey. Apparently his belt could be a clue, too, but I can’t quite tell what it is. The “Lucky Duck” clue giver confirms it, saying “Tick tock”, and it looks to be a clock of some time. Could he also be a TikTok influencer?

Griffin 🦅 🦁: We see him holding a sheriff’s badge. He gets hit by what looks like a school bell reading “School’s Out”. We see him holding a videotape with a pumpkin on it. I’m starting to think Alice Cooper, but let’s see if there are more clues. I don’t know if his voice is pointing me towards Alice Cooper. It sounds too young. Some other possibilities I’m thinking of are Eric Estrada from CHiPs and Armed & Famous and Simon Rex from the Scary Movie franchise. If I had to guess, I’d actually go with Simon Rex at the moment, because Scary Movie 3 actually has a plot involving a cursed videotape and Simon has also recorded some music.

Bat 🦇: Says she’s a “misunderstood creature”, portrayed as a “villain and a bloodsucking backstabber.” She holds up a business card reading “Bat at Business”. We see a tapestry with a bear on it. We also see a TV reading “24/7”. My immediate thought is that this could be someone from the Real Housewives shows. Another thought is Kate Chastain from Below Deck and the first two seasons of The Traitors (where she was definitely a villain of her seasons). I’m also thinking Kim Zolciak from The Real Housewives of Atlanta. She also knows both Jenny McCarthy and Nick Cannon. Larsa Pippen (who was formerly married to Chicago Bulls superstar Scottie Pippen and dated one of Michael Jordan’s sons, I think his name was Marcus) appeared with her then-boyfriend on The Traitors in season 2. I’ll go with Kim Zolciak for now.

Pearl 🦪: Says she’s pretty tough, and loved performing. We see her catching a baseball. Maybe she’s married to a baseball player or former baseball player? We see her holding a pink umbrella and eating from a bowl of cherries. My first thought is Joanna García-Swisher, who played Reba’s oldest daughter on Reba and who is married to former Major League Baseball player Nick Swisher. But I don’t think Joanna’s a professional singer, and this woman sounds like she might be an experienced singer. She says she’s never dressed “this fancy” before. So she probably came from humble beginnings. Rita Ora suggested Joan Jett because of the cherries (both the lead singer of The Runaways, Cherie Currie, as well as their song “Cherry Bomb”). However, Pearl doesn’t sound like Joan Jett, who’s always had a bit of a gruff-sounding singing voice. However, there was one other member of The Runaways who went on to have her own successful singing career, and that is the woman who I’m guessing for this round: Lita Ford. She had hits with “Kiss Me Deadly” and “Close My Eyes Forever” (with Ozzy Osbourne) and her voice has a bit more melody to it compared to Joan Jett’s.

[primewholesale01]

Swisher Sweets BLK Cherry Tip Cigarillos: Bold Cherry Flavor with a Smooth Finish

Swisher Sweets BLK Cherry Tip Cigarillos: Bold Flavor with a Smooth Draw

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Slow, Even Burn – Ideal for those who enjoy a relaxing smoke without harshness.

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[theworldcigarr]

Affordable Cigar Brands in India for Everyday Smokers

Introduction

Cigar smoking, often synonymous with luxury, has become increasingly popular among everyday smokers in India. With the evolving preferences of Indian cigar enthusiasts, there’s a growing demand for affordable yet high-quality cigars. If you’re wondering which cigar brands in India offer the perfect balance of flavor, craftsmanship, and price, this guide is for you. Whether you’re a seasoned smoker or just starting, let’s explore the best budget-friendly options available locally.

Why Affordable Cigars Matter

Cigars don’t always have to be extravagant. For everyday smokers, affordable cigars serve as a practical choice, providing a consistent and enjoyable smoking experience without breaking the bank. Here’s why they’re a hit:

Accessibility: Easily available in Indian markets or online.

Variety: Wide range of flavors, sizes, and strengths.

Value for Money: High-quality cigars at reasonable prices.

How to Choose the Right Affordable Cigar

Before diving into the best cigar brands in India, it’s crucial to understand what to look for:

1. Flavor Profiles

Choose cigars that suit your taste preferences—mild, medium, or full-bodied.

2. Construction Quality

Look for cigars with a smooth wrapper and a firm, even roll.

3. Price vs. Quality

Balance affordability with craftsmanship to ensure you get a good smoking experience.

Best Affordable Cigar Brands in India

Below is a curated list of cigar brands in India that combine quality and affordability for everyday smokers.

1. Gold Flake Cigars

Why It Stands Out

Manufactured by ITC, a trusted name in Indian tobacco.

Available in mild flavors, ideal for beginners.

Widely accessible at local tobacco shops and online.

Price Range

₹300–₹500 per pack

Best for

Smokers looking for a smooth, light experience.

2. King Edward Imperial

Why It Stands Out

Imported but priced reasonably in India.

Offers a consistent and mellow smoking experience.

Suitable for casual occasions.

Price Range

₹600–₹800 per pack

Best for

Those seeking an American classic at an affordable price.

3. Henri Wintermans

Why It Stands Out

Popular among Indian cigar enthusiasts for its premium feel.

Comes in different sizes, like Corona and Panatella.

Offers rich, aromatic flavors without a hefty price tag.

Price Range

₹800–₹1,200 per pack

Best for

Mid-range smokers looking for a balance of quality and cost.

4. Swisher Sweets

Why It Stands Out

Known for its unique flavored cigars, such as peach and cherry.

Affordable and perfect for those who enjoy sweet undertones.

Easily available in Indian markets.

Price Range

₹500–₹700 per pack

Best for

Flavored cigar lovers.

5. Captain Black Little Cigars

Why It Stands Out

Compact and convenient for everyday use.

Offers a smooth draw and rich tobacco flavor.

A trusted name in the world of cigars.

Price Range

₹800–₹1,000 per pack

Best for

Smokers on the go.

6. Guantanamera Cigars

Why It Stands Out

A Cuban brand offering affordable options in India.

Known for mild flavors and excellent craftsmanship.

Ideal for beginners exploring Cuban cigars.

Price Range

₹1,000–₹1,500 per pack

Best for

Those seeking an introduction to Cuban cigars.

7. Vasco da Gama Cigars

Why It Stands Out

Known for its rich, bold flavors.

Offers European craftsmanship at a budget-friendly price.

Perfect for pairing with whiskey or coffee.

Price Range

₹1,200–₹1,800 per pack

Best for

Evening smokers who appreciate strong flavors.

The Growing Popularity of Affordable Cigars in India

Over the years, cigars have evolved from being a luxury item to an accessible pleasure for many Indians. With the rise of online platforms, smokers can now easily access a variety of cigar brands in India, making affordability and convenience a winning combination.

Conclusion

Affordable cigars have made it easier for everyday smokers to indulge in the timeless pleasure of cigar smoking. The list of cigar brands in India mentioned above caters to diverse tastes and preferences, ensuring there’s something for everyone. Whether you’re looking for a mild option for casual evenings or a bold flavor to complement a special occasion, the right cigar is just a purchase away.

Explore these brands, enjoy the experience, and elevate your smoking journey without stretching your budget.

[princessandtheweed]

Gimme all your fucking hate

Need that shit like yesterday

Only way that I'm able to motivate myself

"Ruby's such a loser"

Bitch I agree with you, what the hell?

[zeeroweenies]

So about that Jean ask 😭 I was thinkin maybe you and Eren are getting stoned and then some 18+ things happen when Jean walks in but he can’t do anything but sit there and watch 😳

sour candy

DESC ❁ eren only has one type: girls who have boyfriends. unfortunately for jean, this time around that girl just so happens to be you.

MATCHUP ❁ jean x reader x eren

CW ❁ 18+ smut, drugs mentioned, breeding kink, cheating, hair pulling, humiliation-ish, corruption, cuckolding(?), overstim, masturbation, squirting, cum play, mouth spitting, eren’s a homewrecker

Okay so I changed the actual smoking part cause it didn’t make sense with what I was going for😭 (i’m sorry) I hope you still like it!

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The fluorescent lighting of the cooler reflects Jean’s frantic expression off of the shiny glass as he scours the rows of carbonated drinks and a case of beer. He remembered you asked him to get you a soda, cherry Pepsi to be exact, alcohol was never really your thing.

Jean’s quick on his feet to make his way to front of the store with the six pack and Pepsi in his hand, remembering to grab you a pack of Sour Patch candies while flying past the aisles of junk food to the checkout counter where tall colorful glass bongs and other paraphernalia sat behind the store clerk.

Thankfully there wasn’t a line in the shabby little store, he could get the what he needed and get out with ease. Setting his items on the counter, Jean’s eyes flit behind the clerk to the array of cigar brands that sat on the shelf.

“Let me get uhhh...let me get a Swisher, orange pack” he nods to the peach flavored blunts behind him, hastily pulling out his wallet to pay for all of his things.

He was grateful that the store clerk didn’t bother to card him, he was in too much of a rush to get back to you before something bad happened.

Well, maybe he was being a little overdramatic. It’s not like it was a life threatening situation— he just wanted to get back before Eren had the chance to try anything funny with you.

He didn’t wanna leave you with Eren, but you really wanted to get high, and not having any papers for the weed prompted a trip to the corner store. Jean asked, no— begged you to come with him, a despairing look dawning upon his face when you said no.

He didn’t wanna leave you with Eren, but you really wanted to get high, and not having any papers for the weed prompted a trip to the corner store. Jean asked, no— begged you to come with him, a despairing look dawning upon his face when you said no.

He didn’t wanna leave you with Eren, but you really wanted to get high, and not having any papers for the weed prompted a trip to the corner store. Jean asked, no— begged you to come with him, a despairing look dawning upon his face when you said no.

The reason he even had to leave in the first place almost made him want to facepalm himself; you usually come over to get high, but since Jean had no cigar papers he had to run the risk of going to the store to buy some, leaving you all alone with Eren.

Jean was a little intimidated by his roommate. Sure, he was larger in stature and had a strong build, but Eren’s naturally dominating aura was enough to make any man back down from him with those piercing green eyes and dead stare. Jean almost wouldn’t dare step to him in a one-on-one fight.

Even so, Eren couldn’t be trusted around you alone, therefore Jean needed to make sure he was by your side at all times in case his roommate was up to any funny business. He had to protect you from him at all costs, so what if it meant standing up to Eren?

As far as friendship went, he didn’t trust Eren as far as he could throw him. Eren was known to sleep with guy’s girlfriends, there was pretty much an entire arsenal of chicks that he had slept with who had happened to have a significant other. And Jean wasn’t going to let that happen to you, you weren’t going to be another body added to Eren’s list of girls that he could slut out. But knew Eren wouldn’t do anything you didn’t allow him to, and you’d never cheat on him, right?

Seemed like Jean was in for some bad news though, because when he opens the door to his room there you were, feet planted firmly on the ground and your hands on his knees for stability, bouncing up and down on Eren’s fat cock with a dumb little expression on your face.

You seemed to notice the sudden intrusion, because you looked up at Jean through lidded eyes in pleasure, a daft smile playing on your lips not seeming to care that your boyfriend quite literally caught you in the act.

“Jean, you’re back,” you smiled between moans, hips not stopping as you hump Eren’s cock. “We missed you, couldn’t wait for you to get back home”

The pack of beer he’s holding slips through his fingertips, hitting the ground in a loud crash leaving alcohol and shattered glass all over the floor.

Jean can’t move right now, and he doesn’t know if it’s from shock, disappointment, or seeing you get off on another guy’s dick. It’s shameful, watching him make you moan louder than he’s ever made you and Eren’s not even the one in control, it’s you. Using his cock like a dumb little slut.

“What the fuck? What are you doing?” his expression is indiscernible, not able to make out while he stands at the threshold of the room, puddles of the spilled beer collecting underneath his shoe and the crunching of broken glass.

This time Eren speaks up for you, you’re too dumb on his cock to even respond. “You can see nice and clear Jean, I don’t think it’s that hard to tell.”

He doesn’t know how to feel right now, a part of him is telling him that he should feel hurt, betrayed— but the other is telling him that it’s perfect porn material, watching his girlfriend cheat on him right in front of his eyes.

But he’s not even given time to register the scene in front of him before Eren’s dark voice is speaking to him from across the room. “Touch yourself,” his voice is bitter and demanding, and Jean can tell his words aren’t for you but for him. “I want you to see how much better I fuck your girl than you.”

Against his own will, there’s already a tent forming in his black sweatpants at Eren’s words, observing the way your tits jiggle and bounce with your violent movements as you let out a broken sob in tandem with your orgasm.

Still, Jean obediently reaches past the waistband of his sweats, hand fisting at his cock that’s leaking thick beads of precum at the slit.

Eren’s gives you no remorse despite your sensitivity, quickly and roughly shifting you onto the bed, pulling your limp body back by your hips so your back was arched prettily for him. You let out a whimper feeling the head of Eren’s cock pressing at the entrance of your pussy, already feeling overstimulated from your previous orgasm.

Eren’s eyes flicker up to Jean’s, ruthlessly pounding into your poor cunt while he watches him pathetically stroke his cock, forced to watch his girlfriend get turned into a slut by another guy.

“Yeah, stand there with your tiny dick and watch me fuck your girl” he shoots Jean a sinister smirk from across the room, deepening your arch by pressing your chest into the mattress hard to hit your most sensitive spots.

“Shit,” he breathes, almost like a chuckle when he fists your hair to pull you up, pleasured expression on display for him to see as he places wet kisses to your neck, harshly sucking bruises into the skin before his eyes flit back to Jean’s. “She just might be my girl when I’m finished with her.”

His heart sinks at that, and he doesn’t know if he should be worried or more turned on than he already is. “N-No, please” he moves his big hand up and down his length faster as tears well at the back of his eyes and his voice comes out small, quite unusual for him despite his intimidating build— he sounds and looks so pathetic, and Eren’s loving it.

Pride surges through Eren’s chest knowing that Jean is reaching his breaking point, that he’s probably successfully ruined another seemingly happy relationship.

Eren Jaeger wasn’t really into relationships, they just weren’t his cup of tea; he’d much rather be breaking them up instead. There happened to be someone you were talking to? Not anymore. You had a boyfriend? Perfect, he loved breaking up happy homes. He never had to do too much for some pussy anyway, just flash that pretty smile of his with those green eyes and girls would line up, panties dropped with their legs spread willingly.

Girls were like candy to him, each one unique in their own way but all the same similar to one another. They were all the same in his eyes, sure they’d resist at first, but they’d eventually give in. It didn’t matter how much you loved your boyfriend, no one could resist the wiles of Eren Jaeger. Girls like you were his favorite kind of candy, all sweet and innocent for show, but a dirty slut behind closed doors when given the chance— sour candy, he liked to call it.

“She’s dripping, so fucking wet. You ever get her this wet Jean?” he slows his pace inside you to a grind, an effort to tease both you and Jean. Seems like it worked though because Jean’s a blubbering mess, shaking his head no and fucking his hand on his cock fast while you’re begging Eren to fuck you harder.

Stealing guys’ girlfriends was like a game to him, he did it just for sport. He’d find a cute chick, lure her in under false pretenses that they’re friends before slowly progressing into more. He’d act as a security blanket, pretending he was a shoulder to cry on when you and your boyfriend had disagreements. He pretended to be a nice guy when really he was the worst of them all, everything he said and did was a deception.

Flirty ‘jokes’ and seductive smiles turned into lingering touches which always led to more. It was all apart of his process, and it worked like a charm every time.

Girls who had boyfriends usually put up more of a fight, he loved a good chase before they finally caved in, doing whatever he’d ask of them. But you, you were so fucking easy, jumping almost immediately at the opportunity of getting some cock. He had to admit, he loved a good little submissive girl he could bend to his every will every now and then.

And that’s how you ended up here, just another dumb little bitch added to Eren’s endless list of girls who he managed to seduce out of another man’s arms and into his bed— well, technically Jean’s bed.

But it wasn’t the sex that that gets him off. Deceiving doe eyed naive girls like you into his arms right from under their lovers was the real thrill, and seeing the look on Jean’s face right now only reminded him why he does this in the first place, it only made things all the more rewarding. Yeah Jean was his roommate, so what? No girl is off limits in Eren’s eyes, that includes family, friends, and yes, even roommates.

Your deafening screams only makes Eren drive himself into you harder in his power driven craze, a loud squelch filling the room each time he fucks into you. “Mmm, tell Jean how you’re feeling.” He coos into your ear, the hot feeling of his lips against your cheek almost enough to make you cum.

“Fuck, Jean. Eren feels so good inside me” your eyes shut tight, the feeling of his cock hitting your favorite spots.

Eren isn’t too pleased with your answer, because he’s tugging at the strands of your hair again, pulling it taut to fuck into you harder. “You can fucking do better that”

Shrill cries rip from your lungs, another orgasm coming over you as you clench hard around his cock, pressure in your tummy building.“ ‘s big, t-too big—” it’s a struggle to breathe as your high washes over you, words spilling from your mouth as Eren slips in and out of your cunt with ease.

“ ‘s bigger than yours Jean, c-can feel it in my tummy.” Jean looks down to where Eren’s fucking you and he can see it, a prominent bulge of his cock in your stomach and it causes him to reach his peak.

He’s letting out guttural groans as he shoots thick white ropes onto his hand and shirt, leaning against the wall in case his legs give out. It’s shameful because it’s the hardest he’s ever came, and it’s from watching you fuck another guy right in front of him.

Eren’s close to his orgasm too, still fucking you in spite of your oversensitivity. “I think I wanna cum inside her,” his eyes flit from you to Jean, a condescending smirk on his face. “What do you think about that Jean?” The look on his face is borderline desperate, and he’s stopped pumping his cock in his hand.

“N-No, don’t let him—”

“You want that? Want me to breed that cute pussy?” you feel Eren coo into your ear, grip on your hair still tight as your juices spray onto his cock and pelvis while shake your head dumbly, cunt fluttering around him.

That’s all it takes for Eren to release inside you, forcefully pushing your face into the bed by your hair, thick spurts of cum filling you as he chases his release. “Fuck, I just might get her pregnant.”

It would be his most bragable feat, completely ruining your relationship with a pregnancy Jean while stranding you as a single mother, miserable and alone to raise a child by yourself. The thought alone makes his dick throb. He hopes you get pregnant, he really fucking does.

He pulls out of you with a loud squelch, cum oozing from your stretched out pussy as he catches the liquid with his tongue, lapping it up before he pulls your fucked out body up by your hair. “Open,” he purses his lips together as you eagerly stick your tongue out, greedily swallowing Eren’s cum-spit mixture.

“You’re my bitch now.” his eyes are dark and possessive as you nod your head yes, too fucked out to even form a proper sentence. He’s not finished with you yet as he lets himself fall between the pillows, the tie of his bun loosening and stray hairs sticking to his sweat-slicked forehead as he pulls you on top of him, drooling cunt hovering above his cock.

It’s in this moment that you remember your boyfriend that’s behind you, the person who’s been watching this entire thing unfold. He looks so broken and you really do feel bad, but Eren’s cock was too good, even better than Jean’s! you weren’t gonna stop just because he found out.

“Jean ‘m really sorry, okay?” You shoot him a half apologetic look, all the while slipping Eren back inside you, a satisfied moan leaving your lips as you sink down slowly.

“But ‘m not gonna stop fucking him, like ever.”

Eren’s chest swells with satisfaction, he’s got you now. Another happy relationship ruined and a seemingly decent girl made into a slut. All girls really were the same at their core, dirty whores hiding behind a facade that would crumble when given the chance and boy, did he love it. Sour candy really was his favorite treat.

[grox]

I can smoke 1 quarter of a swisher sweet BLK cherry in wistful peace with the world around me before I go... This tastes bad. I have to go.

[alpalblue]

Part IV Idiot Hours

On the train back, I’m not in the best mood. Kind of bummed after all the preparation and plans tonight fell through. I was like “meh, no c****e.” Just being pouty, minding my business until this guy walking down the isle looks my way. This man immediately catches my eye, he looks like most hippiest version of young Clint Eastwood if he could manage a smile. He’s got a backpack with psychedelic print, Grateful Dead/Pinkfloyd, Hawaiian shirt, cargo shorts, and fishermen hat. I’m thinking, “he’s got some stories” and sure enough he ends up sitting next to me. We get to talking some how, what we were doing in LA, where we’re from, and all that casual jazz. Then I learn this guy used to be a ski instructor in Jackson Hole Wyoming. (I’m stoked, because I love snowboarding and hearing other’s experiences/stories.)  He tells me more about his adventures of skiing across the country, camping out in the winter, getting caught in an avalanche! Better yet this 65 year old man is still doing it. He said, “I’m going to keep going until both my knees give out”, and I was completely inspired by this. For now though he was taking a break until his one knee heals up properly, which is why he was in LA. He was visiting his kids, but they were also hooking up the good good after getting knee surgery recently. He opens his bag, and the dispensary really hooked this guy up, because there’s bags of swishers, different types of edibles, papers, and of course cases of nugs. I’m look at it like a kid outside of candy store. 

Eastwood (we’ll call him that because I forgot his name) pulls out a cherry gummy 100 mlg and eats half of it. Then before he puts it away he’s like, “ya want the other half”. Usually you’re not supposed to take drugs from strangers... but this man had a cane and if it were a Ted Bundy situation I think I can out run him. Also, naive me thought “pfft what can 50 mlg do to me, I’m not going to disrespect the guy.” I eat it. Keep in mind, I had only smoked a couple times nor had much knowledge about edibles. So my tolerances was very low and for a normal person taking edibles for the first time would be in outer space just by taking 10 mlg... So we keep on talking for the next half hour, everything's fine. I think what a dud. It’s been an hour, mid conversation and both stop talking. I forget to breathe, thoughts are going backwards, time is slow, the fabric on the chair feels like hot and cold marbles on my skin. My clothes are overstimulating my skin not in a good way. I knew it was bad, because Eastwood goes, “whew... well... um.. I didn’t think it would hit this hard.” 

I’m starting to panic, but Eastwood was kind enough to get me a sandwich/water trying to calm me down which seemed to work. By this time we were crossing a lagoon where you could see it looked like there was a mural of orange clouds while the sun was setting. We were both totally fixated on that for awhile until we figured out how to speak again. We ended up talking more about snowboarding, nature, space, planet Kepler-83d, aliens, love, and the theory of Jesus Christ being a stoner. In which, this is the most random topic because neither of us are that religious, but we were both so convinced and passionate about this theory. 

[crestfallen-infatuation]

You motherfuckers pitiful, I'm too sick of you

I'm a walking visual, you boys refillable

Unforgivable

Once you cross me, hoe

Now you a motherfucking stain to Lil Cut Throat (pow!)

Let the gun bang

Nuts hang, drug game ain't the same

"Savage" tatted on my face

Grey ape

Blazin' while we hotbox

Fuck a badge, fuck a cop even if the K hot

Watch me bust on any block

Northside knotty

Scope on the shotty

Semi blow ya' body

Tony gripping on the Tommy, bitch

I bite the head off a bat like I'm Ozzy

You got a problem motherfucker? Come and try me

I'm nothing like what you punk boys wanna embody

Norf, Norf, East Side *59

Tony gripping Tommy

Fuck around end up with your body, autopsy

I be that walking zombie, bath salts

Eating bodies

Three choppas and a shotty shooting everybody

Cigarette wet

Bumping Boosie Badazz

On them drugs, jiggin'

Jaws locked-clinching

Trigger finger itching if you think I'm kidding

Smoke leaking from the sticky that we smoking, boy

Fuck a Backwood, Swisher's what I use, boy

Smoke what I choose, do what I wanna do

Motherfuck you and (Ruby) your punk friends too

--

(Ruby) blunt lit lungs itch, bitch, I like the sting

Smoking potent thinking I'm the chosen one, bitch, I'm a king

I can hear my dead homies sing

Now my eyes always hurtin', wiping tears with diamond rings, yeah, aye

Hol' up fuckboy, who the fuck said we cool?

Man, I quit smoking with hypebeasts back in 2002

What it do?

Motherfucker I'ma fool

Ruby Da Cherry is ghouling with goblins

If you got a problem, then you better move

From the womb to the tomb

Busting out early, busting out soon

Black out the city, I'm back on them 30s

In 'bout 20 minutes we'll be on the moon, uh

Drugs got me fucked up, sluts got me drugged up, fuck

Slap my face against a pill to crush it up

Government ID helps me get high

Seeing stars in the mirror like I'm looking with a bright beam

Lime green paint but the rims looking Spike Lee

Mighty sloppy might be cocky

Am I in the right scene?

Highly unlikey, and I'm willing to fucking bet

Leave a pussy wet then I leave a pussy wet

I'm a fucking vet

I'm a motherfucking threat

G*59 the set

G*59 will make you sweat

"I don't give a fuck" is my fucking epithet

Lace up my Nike Decades, meet me at Heaven's Gates

7th Ward by the lake 'till my death

--

"You'll come off of your drunken stupor from Bourbon Street, Saturday night,

Get up in time to go to mass on Sunday morning and you tell God you're sorry for your drunkenness, only to go back out tonight and get wasted again!"

[chazz-anova]

My official Far Cry 5 fanfic!

Alrighty everyone! After a LONG time, I’ve finally finished the first section of this fic and I am so excited to start posting it everywhere lmao, so please feel free to leave your comments in the replies I’d love to hear what people think! Now without further ado; here’s chapter 1!

Veronica glanced lazily at the clock, which read 3:28am. She'd gotten off work about 4 hours earlier, but couldn't seem to lull herself to sleep no matter how many drinks she had or smoke breaks she took. Lately, the young sheriff's deputy had felt unsettled, like she was stuck in a rut. Ice clinked in her Crown Royal glass as she raised it to her lips, finishing it with a swig. "What's wrong with me Olive?" She asked the calico cat that padded silently into the room. The cat replied with a dainty mew and climbed into Veronica's lap. While petting her companion, she glanced around her modest townhome. 

It was a tastefully furnished two story home with a balcony and a neighborhood pool. She sat on a powder blue couch that was joined by an armchair off to the side. The TV screen in front of her read 'Are you there? Press X to continue" Answering the question aloud, she muttered "Sometimes I wonder if I am still here" She lifted Olive off her lap and replaced her with an engraved silver tray, a baggie of weed, and a Cherry Dynamite flavoured Swisher. She may be a deputy, but some vices she was reluctant to give up. 

A few moments later- Veronica stepped out onto her balcony, blunt in hand. She slowly took in the familiar scenery, living right on the outskirts of Hope County afforded her one of the best views. The Whitetail Mountains towered over the town beyond, the neon lights of various restaurants and gas stations glowing upwards and framing the tall peaks in a surreal glow. Her gaze turned up to the stars, dazzling like diamonds on the velvet black sky. As she lit up and the lighter illuminated her balcony, the atmosphere shifted a degree 'Everything will be different soon.' The thought flew through her mind without warning, and she shivered as though possessed. "Jeez..." She murmured and took a long drag of the sweet smoke, shaking her head and praying for rest to come quickly, after this she’d go and try to lay in her bed until sleep overtook her finally. 

Running. Feet pounding the ground. Lungs shriveled and screaming for a full breath. Tears welled up in Veronica's eyes as she wind cut at her skin. In front of her, millions of faceless souls reached their hands out; grasping for her as she ran, seemingly suspended between them and what she ran from. The group was insistently whispering "Help. Help us." Veronica turned around, slowing a fraction. Behind her there was a plume of green smoke billowing out of an unseen source, threatening to take her mind and steal her heart if she got too close. The entities in front of her were murmuring "Please help us" "We need you". With each  pleading moan their voices grew; louder and louder until their words were a guttural, rasping cacophony of screams. And just as suddenly as they appeared, they were gone and replaced by deafening silence. The air seemed to be holding its breath, and Veronica turned to see the smoke gone as well, leaving her alone in the blackness. 

Upon waking, Veronica gasped and clutched her heart, which was fighting to escape her chest with each beat. “Fuck!” She exclaimed and looked around her room. In the darkness she saw everything was normal, her desk and computer stood in front of her and no one occupied the chair in the corner to her relief. She took her phone from the nightstand and saw that it was only 6:20am. “Man, screw this.” She burrowed back under the black covers and pulled them over her head. 

The next time she awoke- gentle sunlight streamed in through the half open curtains and her eyes fluttered open. Checking her phone, it was now 10:42am, and relief filled her. Looking underneath the time she saw a message from her co-worker and good friend, Joey Hudson. It read “Come to your shift ready for some bull today!” Veronica sighed, typing out her response “Always do!” 

Soon enough, Olive jumped onto her bed and sat, giving her an impatient look. “Alright you little beast, I’ll get up.” She smiled at her furry friend and swung her feet over the side, striding into the kitchen and grabbing the cat food while also setting her coffee pot to brew.

In about 20 minutes- she was sitting on her balcony with a hot cup of mostly cream and sugar with a little coffee, and a quickly rolled joint. ‘Please let today go by quickly...:’ she prayed to no one in particular. Her work outfit looked creased from not being washed recently, and she knew Sheriff Whitehorse would have something to say about that. ‘After this joint I should probably get going.’ V thought, looking through the balcony windows at the clock. 

Veronica stepped into the grey/white walled sheriff’s office; seeing Nancy at the front desk on the phone, examining her long nails disinterestedly. She gave her a quick wave before heading back to Sheriff Earl Whitehorse’s office, where a commotion could be heard. 

“I don’t care how scared of him all you backwoods hicks are, where I’m from we get shit done!” An aggressive man declared, venom dripping from his words. ‘This must be the aforementioned bullshit Hudson mentioned.’ Veronica sighed before pasting a professional smile over her frown and stepping into the room. “You’ve got no right to just come in here like-” Hudson’s confident voice was absorbed by the same angry voice that had started the yelling, “Oh I’ve got every right missy. Know why? Because I’m a federal marshal, and what I say goes.” The tension in the air was malleable. Between Hudson glaring daggers at the stranger and Whitehorse’s dejected look, Ronnie knew she had just walked into a shitstorm. “Woah, let’s take it down a notch okay?” She said, directed at the man in front of her. He was of a bulkier build, and his stance said he was used to having things his way or the highway. “Oh great, another dumbass deputy to deal with! Sheriff, get your team and your shit together.” The man pushed past Veronica and Joey, shouldering his way out of the room. “Nice to meet you too!” The youngest deputy called before turning back to Hudson and Whitehorse. “So, who pissed in his cheerios?” 

Hudson just shook her head angrily, as Whitehorse replied grimly “Joseph Seed.”

“That pastor who’s been causing trouble in Hope County?” 

“That’s the one. He’s formed some kind of militia and is kidnapping folks… I’d get yourselves ready, because as soon as the judge fills that warrant we’re all going to pick him up.” 

V met his words with an incredulous look, retorting “He’s bad enough that we all get to join Captain Sunshine there on a simple warrant like that? I mean, every time we’ve had to deal with him and his followers it’s never seemed that severe.” Hudson spoke up, pulling her phone from her pocket and presenting a video “Look for yourself. Someone sent this in a couple days ago.” 

Grainy footage showed a tall, shirtless man in aviators preaching to a flock of similarly dressed people. The video zoomed in on the man’s chilling blue eyes; and the camera suddenly fell to the ground, showing the owner of the device being dragged forward and put on his knees before the preacher. In a casual manner he reached forward and placed his thumbs against the man’s eyes, pressing while his victim’s screams grew louder and more pained. Soon the man fell to the ground, and Joseph flicked the blood from his hands as though it were water. Veronica’s eyebrows raised in surprise as the scene was cut off and a new image appeared on the screen.

The recording was now taking place outside. There was a sizable wooden stage and Joseph stood in the center, a large curtain obscuring what was on a stand behind him. “My children, we must repent for our sins!” Joseph called while pulling the curtain down with some flourish. Veronica gasped in shock upon seeing the man from before who’d had his eyes crushed. He was lifted up onto a wooden pole, his eyes had been replaced by a white flower in each eye socket. Looking down his body- it was clear someone  had mutilated his chest cavity as well, carving out space for a bouquet of the same flowers.  On both sides of his head antlers had been impaled into his skull, where dried blood decorated the base of each antler in grotesque detail. 

When the video finally faded to black, Veronica handed the phone back to Joey. “Wow, I’m glad I didn’t have anything heavy for breakfast.” She deadpanned, shaking her head. “This is a mistake, we need more people.” Whitehorse murmured and walked out of the room with an exasperated look. “Old man’s taking this real hard… I think he saw something real messed up on the last call out to Joseph’s compound.” Hudson looked after him with worry clear on her face. The other deputy nodded, unable to clear the images from the video from her mind. “Even though he’s clearly an ass, maybe the Marshal is right and we’ll just go snatch him up real quick.” 

“Hopefully..” Hudson murmured and left the office as well, leaving Veronica alone. 

The rest of the day- Marshal Cameron Burke holed up in a back office making heated phone calls, trying to find a judge to sign his warrant. V spent most of the day riding with another deputy, Staci Pratt. Veronica couldn’t stand Pratt, so every call they went on was a chore. However, the shift was finally drawing to a close as the pair pulled up once more at the station. 

As soon as they walked in the door, Burke was on them. “You two, I suggest getting some rest tonight, because I found a judge. Once I’ve gathered everything I need, we’ll be flying out to Joseph’s compound.” Veronica checked the clock in the lobby, nodding “Well it’s 9 now, when are we leaving?” The Marshal sighed, as though responding was a chore, “We leave when I call and tell you we’re leaving.” V narrowed her eyes while crossing her arms, “You know, I’m not sure what your problem is, but don’t talk to me like that. You’re an adult, not a petty child, act like it.” The federal marshal was shocked someone had stood up to him, and unsure what to say. Seizing the opportunity to make her escape before her mouth got her into more trouble, Ronnie rushed past the man, shaking her head. ‘What an asshole!’ She thought as she punched numbers into the timeclock, hurrying out of the building without further incident.

About 20 minutes later, Veronica was speeding down the winding country roads in her beat up Mazda Miata. The roads were entirely empty, save for a deer she saw on the side of the road while taking the next turn. Upon rounding the corner- a large flare of light and an earth-shaking explosion caused her to slam on the brakes. “What the hell…” She peered out of the window. “Guess I should go check on that.. being an officer of the law and all…” Her murmured words were enveloped by another explosion, causing her to jump. Some days the job of a deputy wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. 

Ronnie had finally reached the area where the explosions had been coming from, after breaking several traffic laws to get there. Stepping out of the car, she drew her gun and took a preliminary look around the clearing. There were almost cartoon-worthy scorch marks on the ground that had wiped away any sense of greenery on the ground, but no one seemed to be around. V kept the gun at her side and started her sweep of the area. Right as she was going to start heading back to her car to report this to the station, she heard someone walking through the woods to her left. “Note to self, don’t light the fuse before you’re ready to have it blow up..” She heard someone mutter to themselves before she yelled “Freeze! Who are you and what’re you doing here?” A man of medium build walked out of the treeline, holding his hands in the classic ‘I surrender’ style. He wore a green sweatshirt, and a matching ballcap. “Charlemange Victor Boshaw at your service ma’am, I apologise for the bother-” 

“You describe an explosion as a ‘bother’?” Veronica interrupted, gun staying trained on him. 

“Well yeah. It sure bothered me that it exploded.” 

“May I ask what you were exploding?” 

“So my totally awesome cousin Hurk gave me some dynamite that he made himself, and of course being a good buddy I told him I would try it out! Well, silly me I didn’t realise that Hurk only knows how to make short-fused dynamite! So when I went to light it, it exploded preemptively so that’s why there’s those scorch marks… ma’am.” 

Veronica cocked her head to the side, giving the man an incredulous look, “Would you be offended if I said that was the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard?” He thought about it for a moment before responding sincerely “Nope.” The deputy nodded, saying “Well I appreciate the honesty! Unfortunately, I’ve gotta call the station for this one.” She fished her badge from her pocket. The man crossed his arms, asking “Well what exactly are the charges?” 

“Uhm… detonation of an explosive device and illegal possession for one.” 

“I supposed I can’t argue with that.” He said amiably, watching Veronica reach for her radio off the utility belt she still hadn’t removed after work. 

The pair sat on the curb together, one handcuffed one not. “So you’re the Sharky Boshaw?” Ronnie asked, giving him a mischievous smile. Sharky grinned and shrugged modestly “The one and only!” 

“You’re a legend around the station, I’m surprised I haven’t seen you before! Out of curiosity… why choose this spot for blowing shit up?” 

“Well I was actually on my way to the store when I saw this spot and thought to myself ‘That would be a good field to set off some fireworks’. Then I remembered Hurk had put his stuff in my backseat, and that dynamite is just a less pretty firework, so here we are!” 

When his story was finished, V gave him a look that was part amused, part withering glance. “I can’t tell if you’re joking.” He shrugged with a lackadaisical smile. Before either of them could continue the conversation, a light brown Crown Vic pulled up and the sirens on the roof let out a quick whoop before one of the night shift deputies stepped out. “Hey Veronica! Boshaw, the backseat’s ready for you!” He said, helping Sharky stand and turn towards the car. Veronica stood with him, and gave a curt nod to her coworker, “Thanks for coming out, Sam.” 

Finally after that detour, V was almost home. It was a relatively long drive back and forth, but she didn’t mind it. Working with Sheriff Whitehorse was worth it since she’d known him almost half of her life. Veronica and her mom had moved to Hope County when she was only 12, her mom found work as an officer and then an office administrator for Earl until Nancy came along and gave her mom the chance to take her pension, and start a new job as a conservation officer at a small national park nearby called Polebridge. 

The actual sheriff’s office was in Missoula, about two hours away from Hope County, making Veronica’s drive home take about an hour since she lived practically in between the two. 

 Keeping her eyes on the road, she dug one-handed through her purse for her phone. Once it was in hand she said “Hey Google, call Mom.” and a soft chirp came from the device, processing the demand before dialing. Three rings in- a cheery voice answered. “Hey sweetie!” 

“Hey, mom, I just had a question?”

“Sure what’s up?”

She paused, rethinking her request for a moment. In that second, her nightmare from last night danced through her thoughts and her mind was made up. “Oh um, well I’m going out on a warrant tonight, and I was wondering if you could watch Olive for me? It’s probably nothing, I just had a weird feeling.” 

“Of course! I’d love to see my grandkitty! I’m glad you know when to listen to your gut.” 

“Well I learned from the best! I just got home now, can I pack her up and head over?”

“That’s fine! I’ll be here for a bit. Can I plan on you staying for dinner?”

“Uh… yeah that’ll work, I don’t have any plans. I’ll see you soon, love you!” 

“Love you too!” 

The line disconnected with a click as Veronica pulled into her driveway and stepped out of the car, fetching her keys from the caribinger she kept it on. As she approached the door, she heard insistent meowing on the other side. “I’m comin’…” She chuckled and pushed the door open to reveal Olive, who immediately rushed to hug her legs as she stepped over the threshold. “Hey monster, ready to see grandma?” She asked in a baby voice and grinned at her, reaching down to pick her up. As soon as she did- the cat clambered up to her shoulder and balanced precariously “Why are you like this?” She joked, removing her before making her way to the hallway closet and pulling out the cat carrier and a half-full bag of cat food.

Once she’d put a few more odds and ends into an overnight bag, she took out her decorative, pink bong and loaded a bowl. The water bubbled and pure white smoke filled the center chamber as she lit the greenery in the bowl. After coughing her lungs up for a few moments she set the glass piece on the table and stood up, “Okay, now we can go!” She declared and bundled Olive and all her things into the Miata. 

In a quick 15 minutes- the two of them pulled up in front of her mom’s. It was a tidy ranch style home, painted robin’s egg blue with crisp white shutters. V knocked on the door, Olive’s carrier in one hand. 

Her mom answered the door with a sweet smile on her features, immediately wrapping the deputy in a tight hug, “Hi Ronnie!” She exclaimed before pulling back. “Hi mom!” She responded and stepped through the door, setting Olive down. Sarah Rook looked like an older version of Veronica except her hair was a chestnut brown as opposed to V’s dirty blonde; they shared aquamarine eyes and a light spattering of freckles.

The younger woman pulled the zipped and freed the hyper cat, who immediately jumped from containment to survey her surroundings. “Someone’s impatient!” Her mom chuckled and watched the cat sprint off into the hallway. “She takes after me I guess.” Veronica smiled and inhaled deeply, “Is that steaks and mac and cheese I smell?” 

“Well I thought I’d at least fatten you up before you leave tonight.” Her mom said and ushered her into the dining room. There was a round white table there that was joined by a tall china cabinet filled with memorabilia. The places had already been set, two red and white checkered table mats sat across from each other at the corresponding seats and the silverware was laid out neatly. “Sounds good to me, I’m starving!” Veronica took a seat and watched her mom buzzing about the kitchen as she put the finishing touches on their meals. 

Once everything was done, the table was filled with food. A bowl of salad in the middle, with a basket of rolls to the side. Their plates were adorned with juicy t-bone steaks, mac and cheese, and potato salad. “I knew there was a reason I hadn’t put you in a nursing home…” V joked as she savored a bite of the rare steak, just how she liked it. Her mother scoffed, and took a sip of water, “As if you could.” They both shared a smile and then turned to see Olive padding into the room, her head in the air as she scented the air. “What a brat.” Veronica said as she jumped up on the table expectantly. “You did say she took after you!” Her mom retorted, picking up the naughty cat and setting her on the floor. “So, what’s this warrant you’re going on?”

“Mom, you know I’m not supposed to divulge any details...”

“Oh please, I used to be in the game, and still kind of am. I worked for Whitehorse long before you did, I don’t think I need to be counted as a citizen.” She said, rolling her eyes. Veronica looked uneasy as she considered it for a moment, then relented; “It’s some doomsday cult leader… Joseph Seed. Something about him really freaked me out.” She confessed, almost hanging her head. Being freaked out was not the norm for this deputy. “Why’s that?” 

“I think it’s just his ability to brainwash all of these people… anyone who can do that has too much power. Also Earl is scared of him, which is weird. He’s usually so gungho about catching the bad guys, but he doesn’t even want to go on this warrant.” 

“That’s certainly odd. I’ve never seen that man back down, there must be something seriously bad going on.” Her mom looked off, her brow furrowed in deep thought. “Hopefully this mission will just be in and out. That way I can get back to my baby!” She said the last part in a higher pitch, directing it at the cat, who was sitting in the window behind them. “I hope so too sweetie. People like him are the reason I’ve got a bunker.” Ronnie smirked, saying “Yeah you and everyone else in Hope County, it seems like.” 

“It never hurts to be prepared!” 

“I guess so.” She relented, standing and grabbing their dirty dishes. 

After all the dishes were cleaned and hugs were shared, Veronica stretched and glanced at the clock which showed 10:45pm. “Man how’d it get so late so fast?” She mused and stroked Olive’s soft little head. “Hopefully a late dinner won’t give you any nightmares.” Her mother thought out loud and wrapped Veronica in another suffocating hug. “It was nice having dinner with you baby, I love you!” She smooched Ronnie on the cheek before pulling away and giving her a loving grin. “I had a good time, and the steaks were amazing. Thanks for having me over, I love you too!” She returned the kiss on the cheek and put her hand on the doorknob. As she stepped out her mother wished her luck on the warrant later, and then she was in her car once more. 

20 minutes later, V was brushing her teeth, staring at herself in the mirror wearing a simple black night dress that fell to her thighs and was fringed with lace at the bottom. Long day… who knows when that asshole Burke is gonna call me.’ She thought, spitting out the toothpaste and wiping her mouth with the back of her arm.  As she flopped into bed, the black sheets felt cold without Olive’s presence, but she felt it was for the best. It was 11:11pm as she glanced at the clock. “Make a wish…” She murmured while her eyes shut, the feeling of a full stomach lulling her to sleep. 

A blaring ringing tore through the dark silence in Veronica’s bedroom. It was her phone, blasing her generic android ringtone. Her eyes snapped open and she grasped for her phone, having to blink the bleariness away before seeing that it was Hudson calling her. She looked at the clock for the second time that night to see only two hours had passed, making it around 1am. She slid the green answer icon across the screen and answered, her voice thick with annoyance, “Hello?” Instead of Joey’s pleasant voice, she was met with Marshal Cameron Burke’s gruff one, “Rook, get your ass up and get dressed. We’re executing this warrant now.” 

“Do you have any idea what time it is?”

“Yeah, time to arrest that asshole Joseph Seed.” Burke practically shouted, and then Veronica was met with a dial tone. She scoffed, pulling the phone from her ear to look at it and see only her lock screen, a photo of Olive in a taco costume. “Guess I’m getting ready.” She grumbled and turned on the lamp sitting on her nightstand. The light flooded every corner of the room, forcing V to squint as she flipped the covers off and walked over to a chair in the corner of the room that was covered with clothes and blankets. She snatched her green work button up before finding a tank top and some jeans. On top of her dresser, she eyed her jewelry box and plucked out a rose gold heart-shaped locket with a matching chain. It was engraved ‘To Veronica, Love nana’ Once she was dressed, she buckled her utility belt and hurried down the stairs to the front door. 

Something forced her to stop and take a look at the open plan townhome. All was calm and nothing stirred in the living room, yet she felt eerie as she left. Almost like she was abandoning her castle. She shook her head, shaking the thought off and stepping through the door to lock it. As she was walking to the car she pulled out her wallet from her back pocket, it was a replica of the one used in Pulp Fiction that said ‘BAD MOTHERFUCKER’ on the side. She opened the zippered secret pocket, pulling out a faded scrap of paper. On it was written ‘Good luck on your first day! -Mom’. She’d slipped her that on her first day at the sheriff’s department. At the time, V had laughed and said “I’m not a kid!” But stowed it away nonetheless as a good luck charm. A sudden, bone-chilling breeze whipped across the land, forcing a shiver to wrack her body. Veronica stepped into her car, feeling like this was going to be a long night. 

The deputy’s hands clenched the steering wheel- frustration written all over her features. She’d already been to the station only to get redirected to some field by Nancy, who was the only one not joining this adventure. Apparently the sheriff had asked her to come in and man the scanner, just in case things got out of hand and they needed to call reinforcements. Ronnie shook her head as she saw Hudson, Whitehorse, Pratt, and Burke standing in front of a matte black helicopter that had a badge on the side. Upon walking up to join them, Veronica called “Well this is fancy!” Staci stepped up next to the marshal, exclaiming “Yeah, the feds decided to help us out on this one!” He clapped Burke on the shoulder- earning him a heated glare. “Anyways… everyone pile in. Hudson, you’re flying us.” The grumpy man got to the point, motioning everyone into the copter. 

In no time they were in the air, flying to Joseph’s Compound on an island in the middle of Hope County. Veronica looked at the screen of the gps in the front, searching for the time. She found that it was 2:37am, and asked “So what exactly is the benefit of going to get him so late?” Cameron replied- his voice dripping with unearned confidence “The benefit, Rook, is catching him by surprise.” As Ronnie was about to speak up, Pratt cut in with, “You don’t catch men like Joseph Seed off guard.” 

At that moment Joey spoke up, “Crossing the Henbane now.” Everyone looked out of the wide windows, only to catch sight of a perfect rendition of Joseph Seed’s face captured forever in stone in way of a towering monolith. “Crazy motherfucker…” Burke murmured, his gaze held by the monument. “Jesus Christ.. we’re officially in peggie country.” Hudson shook her head before looking back to the skies. “You know, they call this Angel’s Peak. It’s a holy place for them.” Pratt said, sounding almost wistful.

“How much longer?” Cameron asked. 

“Just long enough for you to change your mind so we can turn this bird around.” Whitehorse insisted. “You want me to ignore a federal warrant, sheriff?” Burke scoffed.

“No sir, I want you to understand the reality of this situation. Joseph Seed… he’s not a man to be fucked with. We’ve had a few run ins with him before and it hasn’t always gone our way. Sometimes.. sometimes it’s better to just leave well enough alone.” 

Burke scoffed, lifting up the warrant. “Yeah, well we have laws for a reason; and Joseph Seed’s gonna learn that.” Instead of replying to that, the sheriff radioed Nancy to make sure she was still there, and told her that if she didn’t hear from them in 15 minutes to call backup. V looked down and saw a white church surrounded by other smaller buildings, she was mystified. The whole situation didn’t even seem real. ‘Maybe it’s just because it’s late and I haven’t gotten any good rest lately.’ She thought, trying to comfort herself. Somehow it didn’t help. 

“So what’s with calling them ‘peggies’? I’ve never heard anyone at the station call them that.” Veronica asked, hoping to lighten the mood. “Project Eden’s Gate. P. E. G. It’s what the locals call them.” Earl explained. Somehow she knew he was trying to distract himself as well. 

As they got closer, it was obvious there were people everywhere. “So much for taking him by surprise.” She muttered, shaking her head and thinking ‘I could be asleep right now.’ The helicopter jerked slightly as it landed on the ground, the blades whirling to a stop. All of them exited the bird, taking in their surroundings. Peggies surrounded them on all sides and the compound had as many as 12 buildings; dorms, a barn, and various other houses. The cult members regarded them suspiciously, casting daggers their ways and muttering insults. Ronnie looked to her left as they walked down the main path, there was a man wielding a flamethrower and keeping a pire of fire sufficiently lit. “They don’t fuck around…” V commented, her brow furrowed. 

The group made their way into a fenced corridor topped with an arch that said ‘Church of Eden’s Gate’ with the cross adorning the center. As they walked, a creaking then metal clanging could be heard behind them, causing Veronica to whip around only to witness them closing the gate behind them. “Why are they closing the gate?” Joey asked, looking to her partners for answers but receiving nothing. They approached the door to the church and could hear a choir of members singing a hymn as Whitehorse motioned for them to hold up. “Going in there, we do this my way, quietly.” He said sternly, mainly for Burke’s benefit. Cameron smirked and put a hand on Earl’s shoulder, “Relax sheriff. You’re about to get your name in the papers.” Veronica couldn’t help but shake her head, something was wrong here. 

As the white double doors swung inward, V took in the scene and was enthralled. Joseph was standing at the front of the church delivering a sermon, “Something is coming… you can feel it can’t you? We are creeping towards the edge, and there will be a reckoning. Because we know what happens next; they will come for us… to take from us. Take our guns, take our freedom, take our faith. We will not let them!” The church patrons were captured by his presence, hanging on every word. 

The deputy, marshal, and sheriff made their way to the platform Joseph stood on. White candles surrounded him, casting a holy glow on his features. “We will not let their greed, their morality, or their depravity hurt us anymore!” The preacher’s voice grew as Marshal Burke reached him and held the paper warrant aloft. Whitehorse murmured “Goddammit…” and Cameron said forcefully “Joseph Seed, we have here a warrant for your arrest, under suspicion of kidnapping with intent to harm. I’m gonna need you to step down with your hands where I can see them, and come with us.” Veronica noticed three figures she hadn’t seen practically melting out of the shadows to stand behind The Father.

“Here they are, the locusts in our garden. They’ve come to take me from you, to destroy all we’ve built!” The peggies started to converge around Joseph, their voices joining together as they objected. He parted through them, his calm demeanor quieting their shouts. “We knew they would come. This is what we’ve prepared for. Go…” He sent them off and came to stand in front of the pews, raising his hands up. “I saw the lamb of the first seal and I heard the noise as if of thunder as one of four beasts sang ‘Come, see’-”

Cameron cut him off, “Step forward!” Joseph stepped closer- undertered from preaching, “And I saw and behold, it was a white horse... and Hell followed with him.” He finished while looking from Earl to Ronnie and finally holding out his hands, a worn brown rosary dangled from his wrist. “Rook, cuff this son of a bitch.” Burke growled. 

V stepped forward, about to pull out her cuffs when the people behind him caught her eye once more. She recognised them to be his family. From right to left; there was a gruff looking man with scar tissue climbing up his side, next to him a beautiful young woman wearing no shoes and a lacey, floral dress. Veronica’s gaze lingered on her a moment before she took in the last figure- a tall man wearing an expensive looking duster. His piercing stare found hers and she felt as though he was seeing straight into her soul. Ice filled her veins and she froze in place, suddenly feeling like a gazelle who had just realised the lion was upon her but only when it was already too late. There was so much animosity in the man’s eyes, like he hated her for even thinking of taking his brother. 

“Earth to Veronica.” Burke’s annoyed voice snapped her from the trance she was in, causing her to shiver before finally producing the cuffs. The metal clinked around Joseph’s small wrists, and right as she was about to secure the second ring, he turned his hand to grip her wrist tightly and V looked into his eyes. “God will not let you take me.” He said calmly without an ounce of doubt. “Good thing God doesn’t get to decide in the end.” She retorted before shaking off his hand and slapping the final cuff on with a resounding click.  

As they walked out the church doors with Joseph in cuffs, armed peggies started to surround them. “Back up!” Hudson yelled, taking lead. Burke pushed a woman down when she got too close, and the crowd became more riled up, closing in as they walked to the helicopter. Soon, they started throwing rocks at the group and screaming, trying to defend their Father. The whole time Joseph stayed eerily silent, even as they were getting into the copter. Pratt fired off a few warning shots to the cultists that were trying to mob the vehicle, Veronica and Burke pushed a few of them from the copter as they gained height, yet the peggies continued trying to swarm them.

One of the cultists did something, because the helicopter went into a tailspin, and the engine sputtered. Joseph looked skyward and began singing Amazing Grace, his tone calm despite the chaos. They made impact with a tree, then another and everyone but Joseph was screaming, their lives flashing before their eyes. Upon impact, the whole world cut out and everything was black.

Veronica’s eyes opened, and the world spun in streamers of color. Nancy’s frantic voice could be heard over the ringing in her ears, she was yelling into the helicopter’s headphones. She looked around and saw Burke across from her, dangling by his seatbelt, Earl was next to him, doubled over; and Joey was to her right. She tried to take in a deep breath and sputtered on thick smoke that was no doubt coming from the engine. Before V could swing forward and grab the headset to alert Nancy, she was pushed lightly back into her seat by a battered Joseph Seed. He smiled at her softly, grabbing the headset on his own while maintaining eye contact. “I told you that God wouldn’t let you take me…” He murmured soothingly. “We’ll see about that…” Veronica persisted. He shook his head and spoke into the headset mic, “Dispatch? Everything is just fine here. Call no one.” Veronica scoffed, ‘Surely Nancy will know something is wrong-’ The thought began to cross her mind before she heard her last hope’s response: “Yes, Father. Praise be to you.” Her mouth dropped open in shock and horror, watching the man she came to apprehend smirk before whispering “No one is coming to save you.” 

He climbed from the wreckage and met a handful of his flock, reassuring them in a hushed tone. V started to struggle against her seatbelt, which was stuck fast. “Fuck, fuck, fuck..” She muttered and beat at the clip. Her companions began to wake and she turned to see Joseph standing on the hood of a car, his hands raised as he delivered an impromptu sermon, “The first seal is broken… now we must take what we need, for this world will be no more. We must stop all those that stand in our way- including these harbingers of doom. Begin the reaping!” He screamed the last sentence into the night air, his followers cheering. 

They swarmed the copter for the second time that night, Veronica, Joey, and the others squirmed trying to get free. Hudson freed herself finally, only to be savagely pulled from the wreckage kicking and screaming. “Joey!” Veronica yelled, reaching after her only to just miss her hand. More peggies ran over and were about to reach in, when a ring of flames surrounded them instead. “Fuck!” V exclaimed, pulling frantically at her seatbelt. Burke was able to free himself and dash out of the small opening in the wall of fire. Heat was searing her skin and desperation made her claw at the restraint harder and harder, finally the belt snapped and she tumbled forward to what used to be the roof of the vehicle. Ronnie caught herself just barely and found herself sprinting away into the foreboding woods. 

Branches whipped at her face, scratching her cheeks and forcing her to hold her hands out in front of her. Not far behind, the men who hunted her yelled, “She’s escaping! Grab her!” Emotions overwhelmed her; panic, fear, anger, confusion. “Goddammit give me a break!” She huffed, breath ragged from sprinting. She spotted a soft light in the distance, a campfire. V ducked behind a thick tree trunk- whipping her head around in both directions wildly, adrenaline and fear coursing through her. The angry voices were distant enough for her to turn and survey the campsite. 

There were two lawn chairs on either side of the fire, and a cabin beyond that. One of the cultists patrolled the perimeter, both hands on his handgun. She caught sight of a sizable branch in front of the fire, and knew what she had to do. Ronnie crept forward on the balls of her feet, trying to avoid any stray twigs as she made her way to the branch. Finally she was there, taking the worn wood in her hands and feeling the weight of it. ‘This should do..’ She thought with a grim look. The deputy continued forward, waiting for just the right moment to slip behind the guard. Veronica gripped the bat harder and was about to swing when the guard turned around, surprise on his features. She wasted no time slamming the branch down on his head with a crack as he turned his gun towards her. The first blow slowed him- and for good measure she delivered the finishing blow. Through the branch, she could feel his skull give and an initial spray of blood shot from the wound, flecking V’s face in red freckles. She gasped and looked down to see his body twitch twice more before stilling, his heart steadily pumping out his life force.

Veronica felt cold as she watched the light drain from his eyes, shock starting to take over. She’d never actually killed anyone before. The world faded back piece by piece as she grabbed the man’s gun, and more screams came from the woods. She had to keep moving. A small drop off into the woods was her escape, and she crouched in the ferns on the woodland floor. There was another fire in the distance, and her enemies were scouring the area for her and Burke. 

Suddenly- her radio crackled, causing her to jump and grab it from her belt to muffle the speaker. “Hello? Hello.. it’s Burke… I think I lost them.. I see a trailer ahead across a bridge and I’m going to try to get inside. If anyone is still alive, if anyone is out there...” The signal was lost and it cut out. “Well I guess that’s where I’m going.” V sighed, and started slowly making her way through the woods. She passed the second fire, narrowly avoiding detection by two guards standing there. From there, she ascended a small hill that led to the bridge the marshal had mentioned. It creaked as she took to the wooden planks, practically crawling her way to the other end. When she got there, a white trailer with a green roof stoof in front of her. There were steps leading up to the back door which she pushed open cautiously, eyes darting side to side straining to catch any movement in the darkened abode. 

As soon as she cleared the door Burke was to her left, hands out and ready to attack. Veronica grabbed his arms, stopping him in midair before he regonised her. “Oh my god, Rook… you’re alive!” He cried with relief. “Yeah, no thanks to you, asshole. You left me to die back there!” She scoffed, glaring daggers at him. “I… It was just fight or flight, I was-” He struggled to defend himself.

“It doesn’t matter. Whitehorse told you this was a bad idea, this is your fault no matter what you have to say.” Ronnie cut him off, pointing an accusatory finger at him. When he had no retort she continued, “Now we have to find a way out of this shit show, and to rescue the others. Did you have a plan?” Burke sighed, walking further into the trailer, motioning for her to follow. The walls were wood panelled, and words were scratched into most of the walls; ‘The Father’, ‘Walk the path’, along with other mantras and bible verses. Pictures were also posted all over the spots that had no words. They all depicted the members of the Seed family in various poses and situations. One such picture was a framed portrait of all of them, Cameron grabbed this and stared into their eyes. He looked haunted. 

“The plan is to put all of these fuckers in jail. No matter what it takes.” He gathered himself before tossing it on the table and going to point out of one of the front windows. “To get out of here, I was thinking I could try to hotwire that truck, unless the keys are in it. It’s probably only a couple hours back to Missoula, then we’re gonna come back here with the National fucking Guard, and take care of these lunatics.” 

“Fine, let’s just get out of here before-” Veronica was cut off by a shot ringing out, and one of the windows behind her shattering into a spray of glass. “They’re in there!” Screamed a man, and more shots were fired at the trailer. “These guys just don’t give up!” She exclaimed, exasperated. Burke took shelter against one of the walls, pulling out his gun to fend off the attackers. V scanned the room and found a gun mounted on the wall, she grabbed it and cocked it before crouching under the shattered window, sitting up to aim outside. There were four peggies firing at them. She took aim at the first, shooting him square in the chest and knocking him to the ground. Burke took out one on the other side then turned to say “Cover me! I’m gonna go get that truck started!” Veronica nodded curtly before turning to shoot out the window twice more. 

Even more cultists were arriving at the scene and taking up arms, it seemed almost hopeless. V fired shot after shot, taking out as many as she could until she finally heard the sweet roar of an engine, and Cameron shouted for her to join him in the truck. “Finally, fuck!” She gasped, dashing from the trailer and ripping open the door to the vehicle. “Let’s fucking go!” He yelled while she slammed the door and immediately leaned out of the window to shoot at the peggies behind them. Burke careened down the simple dirt road, Veronica shooting at their enemies as they approached a chain link fence and busted through the gate with no problem, then they were crossing a bridge to the main road. 

Burke was gasping, close to panic, while V just felt numb. ‘Shock must be setting in, great.’ She thought distantly. “God, I had no idea Rook. I didn’t know how bad it was, how right Whitehorse was… I wish we’d never served that warrant.” He rambled, glancing between the deputy and the road. “It’s too late for wishes, Burke… they’ve got the road blocked!” She exclaimed at the sight before her; peggies had their trucks and sawhorses blocking off the next section of street. She lifted her gun once more, shooting at them while Cameron swerved wildly to avoid the obstacles. One of the cultists to their right set off a flare, letting the rest of them know where they were. 

The pair crashed through another barricade, and Ronnie kept shooting at the people pursuing them that were in an identical looking truck. “We aren’t losing them marshal!” She shouted. “Alright, I guess we gotta try something else.” He huffed before taking the truck off road, almost going airborne as they crashed through a wooden fence. Blinding headlights were blazing behind them as more and more peggies joined the chase. Veronica happened to glance in the bed, and spotted some red sticks. “Oh fuck yeah.” She chuckled, reaching out of the window and grabbing a stick before producing her simple purple lighter that had miraculously stayed in her pocket. She lit the fuse on the dynamite, squinting her eyes as the cord came to life and the flame hissed. V chucked it at one of the trucks behind them, causing a loud boom and fire bloomed from the wreckage. “Shit! That’s pretty satisfying.” She commented, turning to Burke who still looked too scared to be impressed. 

After lighting a couple more sticks and tossing them out, causing some major chaos, they found themselves about to go under an overpass. Right before they passed underneath, a sleek white plane flew out of the clouds and began shooting at them, hitting some green crates on the side of the road only for them to explode. Keying into this as they finally passed under the bridge, she fired quickly at the crates scattered around an upcoming roadblock, sending people flying in every direction. “A plane, are you kidding me?” Burke yelled and pounded a fist against the wheel.

A gargantuan bridge waited on the other side of the roadblock, there was a sign mounted near the top that read ‘Henbane River Bridge’. As they raced across, Cameron took a deep breath before saying “Home free, after this we are home free!” Veronica wasn’t so sure as more planes swooped overhead, and suddenly a high-pitched whistling could be heard getting closer and closer, before V yelled “Bomb!!” and orange flames whooshed across the bridge, enveloping their truck and sending them tumbling into the river below. 

The vehicle was in a freefall with chunks of concrete, the river’s waters rushing up to meet them. Neither of them had time to say anything before they made impact. Veronica was incapacitated for a moment and when her eyes opened they were underwater, trapped once again. She saw Burke across from her pounding on the window, shattering it on his third try and swimming up to the top, leaving her to drown. Ronnie gathered together her last bits of energy, slamming her elbow into the passenger side window until it finally broke, and she maneuvered her way from the descending car. Her arms flailed as her lungs screamed, daring her to take a breath before breaching the surface, and then it went black. 

Not too long later, her eyes snapped open and she grasped at the wet silt underneath her, she was on the shore. On the bridge there were countless flashlights casted down upon the water, looking for her. She heard Marshal Burke yelling off in the distance, and saw a group of peggies pulling him away as he shouted “I am a federal marshal! You can’t do this!” Veronica tried to get the will to get up and run, knowing she was next; but her muscles screamed with exhaustion and wouldn’t cooperate. She was able to lift herself to crawl maybe a foot before collapsing once more, staring up at the sky and trying to accept that this was the end. 

A figure came into her field of vision and the barrel of a shotgun was dangerously close to her head, she didn’t even have the energy to protest as the person lifted her over their shoulder with a grunt, and began carrying her through the woods. Her vision faded in and out, allowing her to see them pass by a radio tower and then a cabin, only to walk down some metal stairs. Then she could fight no more; and everything went black. 

[sailorvinusmoved]

♬ // 4 all or any if them 😌🙏

✨ @evcrkill. send ♬ for a song that reminds me of your muse. still accepting! 

 ♬ channel tres / ❝topdown.❞

for nate! ‘ fuck it 'cause it match my cool / trippin' like a fool / never let the scene choose you. ’ this that kind of joint you put on when you chillin in ya whip, smokin the fattest fuckin blunt, and drinking a fanta. it’s 2am, sunday night, and nate cruisin down a semi-empty street. windows down. pulls up to a convenience store and sees his dudes with a few swisher sweets and a card game. it’s a good time. he takes home some money. it’s a great time, actually.

♬ stella jang / ❝villain.❞

for tabby! ‘ some things are black / some things are white / you shouldn't look through colored lenses / your boring life is black and white / so many shades of grey / think twice before you like me. ’ i suggest full cc for this one, because the lyrics are great. she just got herself a pair of suede jimmy choo pumps with crystal embellishments and they look wonderful on her. other than the heels, she’s wearing just a slip dress. not like she’s going anywhere. this is a moment she’s earned and then she’ll go read. this song is playing from another room. there’s a bottle of red moscato and a plate of cherries waiting for her, too.

♬ washed out / ❝belong.❞ 

of course luci gets this one. this one evokes a certain imagery due to instrumentals alone. luci... vi’s dragged them to america for a trip they planned months ago. montecito. butterfly beach. sunny but with lukewarm temperatures and small waves. spotting dolphins and whales, enjoying waffles piled with all sorts of sprinkles and fruits. they stay from afternoon until evening, swaying to music from their phones and watching people ride by on horses. they go back to their airbnb to catch up on memes.

[rainydaydevilmaycryimagines]

Also, what about a character playlist. Like a bunch of songs that remind you of the crew

Omg i love this

Dante:

So I chose these songs for Dante because they kind of keep your blood pumping and are fucking classics and to me, Dante always has that pumped up attitude about what he does.

Another one bites the dust- Queen

You Give Love a Bad Name- Bon Jovi

Walk this way- Aerosmith

Nero:

I chose these because I like to think that punk rock fits his style. I can literally picture him killing demons to American Idiot.

Animal I have become- Three Days Grace

Break- Three Days Grace

American Idiot- Green Day

V:

I chose these because they have a bit of a sadder tone that fits V's story a bit more to me. Especially recover.

Recover- Ruelle

Safe and sound- Ellie Swisher and Landon Austin

Diary of Jane (Acoustic)- Breaking Benjamin

Vergil:

To me, Vergil has a similar style to V but a bit different. Like his brother it's more rock n roll but its slower and darker.

Diary of Jane- Breaking Benjamin

Dance with the Devil- Breaking Benjamin

So Cold- Breaking Benjamin

Nico:

I chose country because she gives off the country gal kind of vibe. And coming from someone who's from the south I low-key love it.

Cowboy Casanova- Carrie Underwood

Mama's Broken Heart- Miranda Lambert

Goodbye Earl- Dixie Chicks

Lady-

I chose these because I think she's a classic rock n roll kind of girl and these REALLY remind me of her.

Cherry Bomb- The Runaways

Bad Reputation- Joan Jett

Barracuda- Heart

Trish-

She strikes me as a "little bit of everything" kind of person.

Believer- Imagine Dragons

Smells Like Team Spirit- Nirvana

Bad Guy- Billie Eilish

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

what the hell are you smoking and where do I get some

Swisher Sweet BLK Cherry

Wal-Mart and Speedway have the best prices locally 2 cigars for $0.99

Other places are up to $1.75 for the same exact package. Gas stations.

They have a plastic tip... .I use to roll zig zag paper with pipe tobacco. Certainly the best.