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ikaikaaaron · 7 days

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Room 101 SAN ANDRES 808 Gordo 6 x 60

hints of cedar, leather, and nuts. The blend transitions from enticing spices to euphoric cocoa.

This cigar is a joint venture by both Matt Booth and Christian Eiroa. This cigar has been in on of my humidors since 2022.

#cigar love #cigars #cigar lover #cigar aficionado #youtube #cigar enthusiast #epic smoke #cigar life #cigar lifestyle #cigar passion #cigar culture

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metanarrates · 1 year

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you can instantly make a cool female character if you just take any stereotypically masculine character type and make him a butch lady. easiest trick in the book. you can try this at home

#thinking of how my friend just made the cigar chomping cartoon mafia boss archetype a butch lady. i love u tenna

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reineydraws · 1 year

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caught the sprace bug in 2023 lol. i blame tommy bracco's arms, eyes, and smile, in that order. 🥲💖

#newsies #newsies fanart #spot conlon #sprace #racetrack newsies #racetrack higgins #tommy bracco #ben cook #ben tyler cook #newsies 2017 #long post #sketch dump #i watched newsies twice while finishing up my zine pieces then once more in pieces for comfort #and then once more after that so i could pause every time tommy bracco made me go starry-eyed so i could sketch him lol #i am so normal about this #also it is SO FUN to just draw newsies mid-air. i love watching them flip and stuff. my favourite is the one specs does right at the end.#watching him do that aerial between those two guys... it feels like he slows down right in the air & it's like he's flying for a moment!!!!#anyways spot's eyes are so bright!!! idk if it's the spotlight or his expression or what but theyre so vivid i love them.#it's not often a pair of brown eyes makes u feel that way so it's cool.#and yeah like. a milliom kudos to btc for not fumbling the cigar. idk how he does it.#love the inconsistency in everyone's faces lmaooo it's whatever i just needed to draw them yknow #i want to say mb sketching and posting these will make my brain calm down. we will see.#i cant believe i got to ten images tho haha that's. so much.#the teeny tiny space between spot's front teeth that's noticeable when he smiles reblog if u agree 😭💖🙏

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diogxnxs · 4 months

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Why blame it on the rhythm of the samba, when you can just blame it on each other?

#Donald Duck #Human Donald #Donald Human #humanized #Jose Carioca #Ze Carioca #Blame It On The Samba #DonZe #Duckverse #Ducktales #Saludos Amigos #my art #Disney #your honor they are in love #cigar #smoking #ducks as humans #The Three Caballeros

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revelisms · 7 months

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Crime dad on his nightly stroll 🦇

#day 3457 of this man's profile taking over my muse #i keep saying i'm going to focus on my writing on here and YET #sighs #i just loved how this panel from the vi comic turned out #felt like he needed some color (and a cigar bc why not??)#arcane #arcane fanart #silco #drawing

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ghouljams · 10 months

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Fae someone giving a diamond to their darling and she’s freaking out and they’re like ??? It’s just a silly shiny something

Ok, maybe not a diamond but Fae!Price does shit like this to his witch all the time, menace that he is. She is desperately trying to keep up on repaying him.

"What is that?" You ask, staring at the red resinous cubes that Price is holding out to you on a neat black handkerchief. Your hands are actually starting to shake a little just from seeing it.

"Socotra sap," He says so easily you think he's fucking with you. Your fingers reach out to touch it, reverent.

"Dragon blood I- how did you get your hands on-" You shake your head, pull your hand away, "What is it? A gift? A- a boon?" You wrack your mind for anything you have to repay him for this.

"It doesn't have to be anything," He tugs a string on the edge of the handkerchief and it folds up like a bag. The hard red sap disappearing from view before he holds the offering out to you.

"Everything is something," You say carefully, "What-" You bite your tongue before you can ask a dangerous question, before your greed can get the better of you. What does he want for it? It's magically valuable, you both know that, but you don't think Price has any use for it.

He raises a brow at your silent hesitation, leans against the threshold of your garden. "You're turning it down?" His deep voice jogs you from your thoughts. No, you know turning down his gift has the potential to be worse than accepting it. You just need to repay him.

"No," You tell yourself firmly, "No, it's a very kind gift I just need you to wait here a moment."

Price blinks, but nods. He's more than willing to wait for you, after all that's the only thing he's been doing. Waiting for you to stumble over something so he can pick up a piece of you. He's interested to see what you repay him with. Truth be told the only thing this resin is good for is-

"You smoke right?" You ask, settling jars and various strange books on the wall, "Cigars?"

Ah, that's cute. You remembered. He grins, and sets the bag in your outstretched hand. It's fun watching you pull caps off of jars and sniff them, tugging notated paper free from one of the books as you fish chalk out of your pocket to draw a hasty circle on the wall. He leans close as you bend over the circle to work, smelling the soft floral notes of your shampoo. You make his mouth water.

"You make a lot of cigars?" He asks, instead of biting you when you lean through the threshold. You hum, head bobbing from side to side as you partition out tobacco on leaves.

"Not recently, but I had a client that liked to smoke them before court." Price isn't usually one to envy other men, but God does he feel it licking like fire at his ribs.

"Had?" You nod, opening a jar of sparse white flowers and red roots.

"Wife killed him," you break off a few pieces of the dried root and put it in a little rock bowl. Seemingly too distracted to care about the fantastic story you were avoiding.

"Really," he asks, you're so lovely up close like this, both of you leaning against the brick wall. You look up at him through your lashes with a small smile.

"Nope," you twist your pestle against the root, grinding the root down into a powder, "he decided to quit smoking." You look back at your work, grabbing another bottle. It looks like another root, but at least he knows the flower this time, morning glory. What are you cooking up there?

"I've missed making these." You smile at your work, opening the dragon's blood satchel and breaking a piece off to add to the mortar mixture. Your fingers are so deft, purposeful as you grind the roots and resin down.

He'd love those pretty little fingers to wrap around his cock. Would you even know what to do when they did? Would your nose scrunch up in concentration like it did now, your lips parted just enough to pout as you worked? Oh pretty little witch, would you get on your knees for him and beg?

"You will, " he mumbles. You hum questioningly, glancing at him as he hums back. You must not think it's important enough to question further, must not want to break your precious intent. Witches are always so fond of their focus.

You sprinkle your mixture over the filler tobacco, careful as you combine the two and start rolling the cigar. No, cigars, you portioned out for two. Smart girl, weighing your own value for the gift against your talents. You twist the end of the wrapper, and swipe your finger on an open tin before running it along the end of the wrapper to seal it. You do the same on the other end to cap it.

Price takes the finished cigar when you offer it, watching you work on the second one. It smells good, heady and resinous, and something else. "What's it supposed to do?" He isn't an expert on the herbal fuckery you witches do.

"Hex breaker, command spell, decent smoke," you list, half paying attention to him as you finish your spell, "they need to dry for a day or so, try not to smoke them until then."

Price hums, you keep your focus on your work and not on the way he inspects your gift. His thick fingers twisting the cigar between them, the soft sizzle of evaporating water. You know magic when you hear it, wild magic your grandmother used to call it. The kind you'd never hope to have.

You should hang up additional wards before he lights either of these. There's no telling what a debtor might do with this extra kick, not to mention one who seems set on you. You hold out the second cigar, you don't feel any extra weight from a tether.

"Fair trade," Price tells you, you'd have thought he'd be annoyed but he almost sounds pleased. "Now run along back inside like a good little girl, I know you want to put your new toy away."

You really do, too. You lick your thumb and rub out part of the chalk circle, breaking it easily before you gather your things to take back inside. You're positively brimming with spells that could use a little kick of dragon's blood.

"I'll bring you something nicer tomorrow," Price warns you, you don't hear him as you close the door.

Herbs used: Tobacco, bloodroot, dragon's blood sap, morning glory root

#Busted out my grimoire to make Price's cigars #congrats to his witch for making a really powerful hex breaker that also is a love spell #also a really powerful control spell which was her intent #giving her fae more power was not a smart idea but she was moderately panicking #oh Price is going to be such a fucking showoff with his fancy cigars the other fae boys hate him so much lol #captain john price #captain price #john price mw2 #john price x reader #fae!price #cod x reader #cod x y/n #john price #x reader

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columboscreens · 25 days

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