#eau sauvage

[sigurism]

Alain Delon Les Aventuriers Dir: Robert Enrico

[camilledecussac]

[depphead4ever]

New photos of Johnny for the new Dior campaign by Jean-Baptiste Mondino

[itsadmiralactually]

The definition of irony would be modern-day James' cologne preference being Sauvage Eau Forte by Dior.

@ashortdropandasuddenstop

[persolaise]

Bulgari have discontinued all the old tea scents and reissued The Vert and The Blanc as edts. Here are my thoughts on them. Plus: reviews of Voyages Imaginaires and Zara Leather Jardin by Jo Malone.

[yo-job]

L'Appel de la Nature : Aventure. Sérénité. Découverte

pour voir plus de design cliquez ici

L'Appel de la Nature : Trouvez votre paix intérieure au cœur de la nature sauvage.

L'Appel de la Nature : L'aventure vous attend au détour du chemin.

Nature Sauvage : Échappez-vous du quotidien et reconnectez-vous à l'essentiel.

Esprit d'Aventure : Exprimez votre amour pour la nature et l'exploration.

Conseils supplémentaires pour un t-shirt/accessoire :

Jouez avec la typographie : Une police stylisée peut renforcer le message. Imaginez une police cursive pour "L'Appel de la Nature" et une police plus robuste pour "Aventure".

Associez une citation courte : "Not all those who wander are lost" (J.R.R. Tolkien) ou "La vie, c'est comme une bicyclette, il faut avancer pour ne pas perdre l'équilibre" (Albert Einstein) pourraient bien fonctionner.

Pensez à l'emplacement du design : Un petit logo discret sur la poitrine, un grand visuel dans le dos, ou un motif répété sur tout le vêtement.

[art-vortex]

(via Coussin avec l'œuvre « "Éléphant majestueux en eau douce" » de l'artiste Art-Vortex-fr)

[brilag]

Petites fleurs au bord de l'eau par brigitte lagravaire Via Flickr : brigittephotos-fr.over-blog.com/tag/visites%20et%20randon... Cardamine 2020-03-26-arbres (5)

[taibobo]

until he moved into the old fitzcarraldo house with monarch and sheila, honestly, gary did not give a FUCKKK about fragrances. i think he honestly just wore old spice deodorant and called it a day, maybe sprayed a little ck one when sheila rolled by the fluttering horde's henchman dorms for inspections. after that though, i think he at least gets a little more interested? sheila seems like the type who'd be very well-versed in her own tastes in fragrances (both on herself and on malcolm), and with the monarch being as much of a character and a rich boy at heart as he is, of course he is hitting up that sephora and blind buying bottles and hating them immediately and pawning them off on gary. luckily, that seems to work out for all of them, though. most of the time.

favorite notes: patchouli, sandalwood, lemon

example perfumes: eau sauvage by dior, paco by rabanne

i’ve been thinking about doing this recently so here we go:

reblog with your f/o (and a brief description of them if you want, i can do my own research if needed though) and i will tell you what kind of fragrances i think they wear, with examples

[sugurizz]

(SMUT/NSFW +18 - minors DNI !)

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭.: Joo Jaekyung x f! reader - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟑 , 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: '𝐉𝐨𝐨 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐕𝐒 𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐥𝐥' — The eventful match that could rewrite team BLACK’s history is nothing but a few hours away. But a sudden rush of adrenaline had his very assistant and physiotherapist Y/n acting out her own character. Unwillingly, her fiery lust unravels for the sadist athlete, leading to a torrid pre-match night.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬/ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: TOXIC! behaviour, dark content ahead!, explicit/ graphic content, power dynamics, authority, Dom/sub dynamics, masturbation (fem. receiving)/ blowjob/ unprotected/ vaginal sex, anal sex (rough), reader losing all sense of self-control and just wanting to be pounded STUPID, reader turning into a braindead romantic slut, heavy degradation, taunting/ teasing, rough/hardcore manhandling, pining/begging, heavy squirting, water stuff *Ahem* (just a hint, you’ve been warned :) ), creampie, reader clearly catching feelings throughout the whole thing.

𝐰.𝐜: 2,7k.

𝐉𝐎𝐎 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆 − 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

'What brings you here?'

He stood in the entrance, his thick dark eyebrows frowned upon the almond-shaped eyes.

‘I said to meet me at 10, didn’t I?’

'Sorry, I know. I'm way ahead of our… meeting.'

He let you in with a low grunt − a strong eau sauvage cologne scent filling his hotel room made you already more sensitive…

————

You struggled to sleep the whole night. The pent-up anxiety combined with the anticipation for Jaekyung's fateful match twisted your stomach into a million knots. Time trickled by painfully, waiting on his phone call to finally have you over.

You waited in your room, eager and in heat. Your little fingers fiddled with your pussy for minutes that led to hours. You figured pleasuring yourself to the thought of him would cut it off and finally offer you some relief, but the burning arousal between your legs dripping through and through put your efforts to shame.

Becoming jaekyung's personal slut within the first week you two met each other got your little inexperienced body so used to his. Nothing else but his strong scent, his bulky weight, his suffocating heat and his rough touches satisfied your cravings anymore. And it showed every time you tried getting yourself off on your own.

Your visual memory turned into luscious eroticas of the handsome man, fogging-up with vivid shots of him choking you out, groping your ass like a pervert and whispering the filthiest insults into your neck. And so came the moment where your own legs took you to his room, nerve-burning lust already clouding over your brain −

————

'Oh,'

He opened the door and stepped closer to the door frame, height difference soaking your cunt instantly.

'Well…I don't feel like it now.'

He smirked and looked you up and down, the upwards curl on his rosy lips paired with his thick adam’s apple tempted you to suck on, peck and nibble.

You hated to feel so small and needy, but you were soaking through your thong. His thick cock is all you had in mind all day, and the ache between your legs persisted, if anything it got worse now that you saw him in his black sleeve, his stomach muscles still contracting from his pre-match training.

'And you didn't bother putting something less slutty than that? How lewd of you…' He pinched your left nipple over your thin shirt, 'You walked down the hallway with your nips perked out. And showed up to my door two hours prior…

Have you lost it?'

'But sir…Please, w-what does it matter if we did it a bit…sooner?'

'So we asking for it now, huh?' He raised a brow, 'I'm so used to your bitchy whines whenever I lay a finger on you,

He stepped forward, closing the distance between your bodies as his beautiful black eyes stared you down

's not like you at all to be so eager, doc.'

'P-Please fuck me! I’ll take all of you, promise!' Your voice softens, legs almost giving in from lust.

'How shameless. begging me to run a train on you in a hotel room' He crosses his arms over his chest, giving you a better view of the inked dragon on his forearm.

'Go play with yourself for me, yeah? Take your time till I hit you up.' He coos, leaning down to reach your head level.

'But it's…n-not working!' You protested, eyes filling up with tears. There was clearly no waiting further, your poor pussy begged you to touch Jaekyung and your brain rotted away, picturing him thrusting in every hole you had on repeat.

You took a couple steps forward and propped yourself on his bed, sliding your hand beneath your underwear. Back arching and head digging into the matress, you pulled your thong to the side, giving him a perfect shot of your bare ass and slickened folds. His brows furrowed, curious at a slutty doc slowly losing all her shame.

You brought your middle and ring finger to your lips and coated them in your spit, shamelessly staring dead into his eyes as he watched with crossed arms. You thrusted your fingers into your hole with a loud ‘Oh gosh-‘, no thoughts left in your mind to care.

His pheromones took over your brain the moment he opened his room door. Or so you chose to blame them for slowly corrupting you. You hated to see yourself begging him, but pride be damned! Your pussy acted on her own free will, and you weren’t about to hold her back no matter the reason.

'You need cock this fucking bad huh, Y/n?’ He sneers, eyes glued to the lewd sight you just offered him,

‘You’re dying to take it, hmm?'

‘Mr Joo, please c-come closer to me,

‘C-Can’t take it anymore, mr Joo…please’ Your fingers sped up the thrusts, slimy precum dribbling down your thighs ‘Fuck me till I squirt! It’s so much better when it’s your cock fucking me!’

'Remember how much you begged me tonight, doc…'

He yanked a fistful of your hair backwards, lining your face lower with his throbbing bulge.

'Get my big cock hard for me and I’ll see if I can be nice to you, would ya?'

You shoved your face into his crotch, breathing in his slightly tangy scent as much as your lungs could take, muffling your nose into his freshly shaven pubes. You whine deliberately, sending vibrations through his shaft and squichy balls. The slit on his cockhead drips more cum, spreading the slight saltiness over your tastebuds.

‘Hey, look at me’

He stuffed his thumb into your mouth, slapping his flushed tip on your lips as you you planted a wet kiss right on his cockhead.

The feverish desire to touch him drove you insane, swirling your tongue over his tip and twisting your little fists all over his veiny length. you splayed your palms on his abdomen, fingernails tracing his strong V-line and groping his large pelvis for leverage.

‘mmh need it so much…’ Your tongue flattened, gliding along his thickest vein, that one that makes you moan in pleasure every time Jaekyung stretches your tight uterus.

He groans and falls back onto the couch, spreading his legs wider as you deep-throated most of his fat cock. You smirked and wrapped your lips shut, feeling proud of yourself as his thick base finally made contact with your lips.

‘Mmmh…look at you, Team Black’s sweetheart. Acting all nice and coy while milking my cock dry’ He falters and throws his head back, grunting louder.

His thick, toned hips clenched upwards as you hollowed your cheeks, letting go with a wet pop. You pumped him up and down, lips pleasuring his warm, fat ballsack. You suckled his left nut and softly fondled the right one in your palm, smearing it with his overflowing precum.

His fingertips dug into your scalp, messing your locks up and bobbing your head on his length. A deep crease formed between his raven thick brows, his plump lips forming a cute o shape.

‘You’re leaking so much precum, mr Joo..’ You coo ‘You shame me for wanting you…while your balls feel so full and heavy in my mouth’ You smirk and gently massage your fingers into his warm balls, kissing them even slower.

‘look…I made you hard… just as you told me’

You bat your lashes and stare into his eyes, leaning your head on his thigh and stroking his cock next to your cheek. You pump him faster, your free hand caressing his stomach and hips.

‘Ngh…you’re loud tonight, doc’ He shoved your head deeper in, gagging you till the fat tears came out. ‘But guess I gotta keep my promises huh?’ The two large hands held your head still, squeezing your already soaked chin. Your tears blur the sight of his reddned cheeks, hiccuping from how much your throat squeezed on his cock.

He props his hands under your arms and lifts you up. Noticing the spot of your wetness on the carpet. Your pussy throbbed from Jaekyungs raw groans. A clear puddle of wetness formed under you cunt, getting bigger and stickier the whole time you sucked him off on your knees.

'Did you cum yet, miss Doc?' he smirks and whispers into your neck.

The faux empathy in his voice struck a nerve. You shook your head no in frustration and turned around to face him. ‘You p-promised to make me feel good too!’

You straddled his thigh, small hands groping his hard pecs.

‘I don’t wanna wait anymoore..’

'I wonder what would you do without me, miss y/n.' He flicked his tongue, grabbing your waist firmly and setting you spread on bed surface.

‘Where do you want me, doc? which hole of yours wants me more?’ He stood over you and gave himself a few pumps, hand wrapped on your hip.

‘Whatever hole you want, I just want you!’

‘Both are damn tiny to me’ the cocky smirk on his face never falters, throwing you over his bed and pulling you closer by your ankles.

He flips you over and pushes your face deep into his sheets, pulling your thin T-shirt over your head. The soft flesh of your breasts tingles, nipples all raw and sensitive from the friction. His full weight pours onto your back, both your skins sticking on each other.

‘Want them both fucked loose tonight? I’m feeling generous’

You spread your legs wide, taking him past your puffy lips. His fists pinned your wrists to the bed, pushing a low curse under his breath.

He folded your legs over your head, pressing firmly till he shaped you in a perfect mating press. You gasped and clawed at the sheets, feeling the harsh push of his thick cockhead. You felt that puffy vein again, frotting in and out of you as your clenching got worse.

‘Fuck…mr Joo..feels so good- so fucking good!’

His steady pressure got heavier, ridged sides of his girth restlessly bumping into your cervix, ripping some of the loudest moans from your mouth. You locked him between your arms, pressing down on his back to keep him closest to you.

Taking him deep inside you did feel good, but the warmth his body covered you in got you to a different high, one that had you almost confessing to him mid sex.

‘I l-like it, mr Joo…I like you a lot-

'You're a fucking mess today, aren't you?' He grasped your throat tighter, slapping both your cheeks. You jerked away from the stinging pain, mouth opening to shamelessly ask him for another one.

‘I-I want more, want you…mr Joo..so bad’

'Hey, You're fucking wasted, are you?' He spits on your pursed lips and smears it, large palm hitting across your tender cheek again.

His stirred breaths ran heavier. The steamy air between you and him barely found a way, your skins sticking flush on each other, only separating to come back together with loud ‘plap‘ noises.

‘Mghh mr Joo…I-I’m close’ Your nails traced along his chiseled back, ripping your first orgasm for the night. The spasms coursed through your body as you creamed a frothy ring at the base of his dick. The blurry sight of his raven eyes turned you hungrier, babbling pleas in the crook of his neck,

‘Don’t stop, Joo…I want m-more, much more…please-‘

‘Dropping formalities now? Don’t recall you being so friendly, gross girl’

Your pussy flutters at his insults, He swept you off the bed with ease, hooking his thick biceps around your legs. suspending you mid-air with his fingers buried in your asscheeks. He lifted you up to his chest level, holding your legs wide open to the full-size mirror covering the wall.

‘If you want more you better watch every damn second of it, miss Doc’ His pearly teeth showed a cheeky smirk, ‘We look so good in this position, don’t we?’ He chuckles and bucks his hips up, thrusting again with a deep groan.

'Too much…I don't think I can..keep up− mmh fuck!..' He picked his pace up, his bulky thighs slapping yours senseless. The Room filled up with the lewdest noises as you grew worried about strangers on the other side of the wall.

You slipped a trembling hand into his hair, his smooth undercut and soft supple neck felt so pleasant to touch. He’s achingly handsome, crimson lips almost inches from yours. You seized your chance quick and slammed his mouth on yours, suckling his tongue like the lovesick mess you are…

A lovesick mess you’ve for a while now. You did hate him…almost to death. His demeanor, his bold advances, his rude mannerisms and even his mere presence were unbearable to you at first. And yet you opened your eyes to the intimate sight of him inside you. A sight that got you obsessing over for weeks before this night.

Suddenly being his slutty stress reliever felt so good to you. And the more he took it out on you the weaker your self control ran.

‘brace yourself, I’m making you face me now’ He flipped you around over his torso with almost no effort, your little hands holding still onto his shoulder blades. Your breasts pressed tight against his hard pecs, giving you a mini heart attack. You lost yourself on his cock again, amourously blabbering some lovedrunk nonsense.

‘F-Fuck…c-can we do it more p-pleasee, my pussy feels so good, I l-like it when mr Joo does it-‘

You stared at Jaekyung, eye to eye level. His thick baby-like lashes and the glossy sweat glittering on his skin had you all soft and fuzzy. You got so shy your stomach turned, realizing the tiny distance separating you two..

‘Mmh…still fucking tight’ He pants and bumps your foreheads together, teeth clenching the moment he slides into your tiny asshole.

You dug your heels into his firm butt, pushing deeper from the thick intrusion. And so he responded, smacking your ass a couple more times just to hear a few more cries.

You’re just about high on Jaekyung, he’s everywhere near and close to you, overwhelming your senses and taking over your trembling frame. His delicious musk got stronger, not only from his just ended workout session, but from pounding into you with a beast-like pace.

‘Fuck fuck it hurts…s-slow down, mr Joo’

‘Shhh…you’ve been a pain in the ass lately, making demands and being a brat as you please’

He chomps your neck, finding a better angle to viciously prod your G-spot from behind. Your bladder almost crushed with his heavy shaft weighing on it for long hours.

‘Joo…I feel like..peeing, m-my tummy-‘ You dragged your nails down his back again, bouncing your ass up and down his dick.

'Make a mess then, piss, cum, squirt-' He licks your cheek and grunts, hips still slamming yours ‘I’m curious how more gross you could get tonight, nasty slut’

A furious heat rised to your face. His rough words fueled the wetness between your bruised thighs and squeezed your tiny butthole tighter.

'Aww…such a weak spot ya got for me, doc.' He huffed, his sharp jaw clenched tight. Your pussy clamped around the emptiness in shame, legs numbly dangling over his burly arms, and heart palpitating as you finally sprayed your juices all over his abdomen.

You gush more, covering is lower half in your essence, seconds before Jaekyung busts between you two. He keeps it up, milking you both to the last bit of your pleasures.

His warmth pours loads into you, shaping your pussy walls to fit his dick once more.

‘I liked it so so much…mr Joo felt s-so good’

You panted, the wild orgasm lagging on your little head. The following minutes you spent cradled in his arms, legs folded around his sides and head resting heavy on his chest.

He held you closer for a moment and and you didn’t miss another chance. you nervously planted your lips on his own, feeling them instantly push back on yours…

his short embrace stopped time, blocked all your senses and swelled your little heart with euphoria. You felt so complete, almost as if you had a…lover..

————

You woke up to a bold fraguance filling the room. The joint white covered beds surrounded you, soft and empty. And so felt your heart, fragile and addicted to the champion fighter.

𝟐𝐤 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 −> 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟒

𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 :)

[nothingspecialjustaloserlesbian]

─ .✦ Vi headcanons!!

warning:: slight sexual content, mild profanity, body talk, mature themes

side note:: i edited my Sevika hc:3

has anger issues when she was a teen, it didn't help it when she got locked up in stillwater, but she overcamed it, i got this idea from imagine dragons x J.I.D, (fight me if y'all disagree)

loves/prefers tits and waist, doesn't care if your tits are small or big or if your waist is chubby or not

has the same humor as Jayce, deez nuts & candice duo

if you called her by Violet, be prepare to receive a nasty side eye from her(jokingly)

10-11 inch pink strap idc idc idc

switch, but usually tops, just cuz... yk

def whimpers, moans, and groans when doing the boombayah

either wears panties or boxers, there's no in between

she ain't unhygienic y'all, she's clean, she uses branded shampoo, toothpaste, face wash, and soap( thanks to Caitlyn:3) fuck whoever hc that she's unhygienic

but if you'll ask me what cologne she wears it's probably gonna be a men's cologne — like Dior Sauvage Eau de parfum

she probably steals sample sizes or finds a signature scent by accident — like someone gives her a bottle as a joke and she’s like, “...huh. Not bad,” and just owns it(just a silly scenario in my head)

def listens to chappell roan, arctic monkeys, imagine dragons, GRLwood, and Korn(basically half of my favs)

that's all pookies, sue me if y'all don't like it

creds to @starlightmoon08 for the lace

UPDATE:: i fixed the link since when i was checking my fic if there's any grammatical errors or things that i should fix, i pressed the link and a video of jay popped up instead of the music video from imagine dragons and J.I.D, buts it's all fixed now

[eeriepromis]

POV: You're Hugging Your Favorite LI - Here's What He Smells Like

Have you ever wondered what it'd be like to hug your favorite Love Interest from LaDs and catch a hint of their unique scent? (No shame, we've all thought about it.) Well, I couldn't resist imagining exactly how Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, and Caleb might smell in real life. I matched each LI with a perfume that captures their personality, vibe, and overall aura - and let's just say, Caleb’s scent definitely involves apples.

But these are just my takes! I'd love to hear your thoughts too - did I nail their vibes, or do you picture them differently? Drop your own perfume ideas or scent headcanons in the comments! [Original Post on Reddit]

Xavier

Character & Scent Profile:

Gentle, soft-spoken, dreamy, and protective.

Hints of clean, comforting aromas, fresh linen, soft musk, and subtle floral notes that evoke nostalgia.

Light, airy, slightly sweet, and sophisticated.

By Commenters:- Vanilla- Ambroxan based enhancer, you’ll only smell his perfume if you go in and nuzzle him during a nap- Lavender & bergamot

Fitting Perfumes:

Maison Francis Kurkdjian – Aqua Universalis: Clean, subtle, airy; evokes the comforting feeling of freshly washed linens and gentle sunshine.

Byredo – Blanche: Pure, delicate, and soothing, with white rose, sandalwood, and a powdery finish - a perfect reflection of Xavier's softness and chivalry.

By Commenters: - Juliette’s Not - Replica Lazy Sunday Morning - Lake and Skye 11•11 - Clean Reserve Skin - Missing Person by Phlur - since his cards are unexpectedly very sensual, so I would like to highlight this cozy, yet sensual aspect of his personality - Taunt by Dedcool - Kinda musky and very evocative of being cozy in bed

Zayne

Character & Scent Profile:

Professional, composed, yet quietly affectionate. Reserved but with hidden warmth beneath his cold exterior.

Crisp, icy freshness mixed with warm undertones - like fresh snow, juniper berries, cedarwood, and subtle vanilla or amber notes.

By Commenters: - cinnamon- So ideal. So professional. I think he would wear something nondescript.- Subtle scent of soap or clean laundry. The subtlest musk, maybe. An Earl Gray tea scent also sounds appropriate.- Hand sanitizer or antiseptic. Bleach. With maybe a hint of fabric softener. He's a doctor, he's gonna smell like cleanliness.

Fitting Perfumes:

Creed – Silver Mountain Water: Clean, crisp, and icy with notes of bergamot, green tea, and blackcurrant; evokes mountain air and quiet strength.

Dior – Sauvage: Elegant, composed, and masculine, with notes of bergamot, vanilla, and cedar. Matches Zayne’s calm authority with a hint of hidden warmth.

By Commenters: - Diptyque’s Orphéon - It’s a comforting scent but can be most used during autumn or winters, since it’s has that level of spice and gourmand notes to it. It’s musky, sweet and it’s smexy, just like Zayne. - Quasar by Jesus del Pozo - Lait De Chocolat would suit him since it has chocolate notes and jasmine too. - Lush's Sticky Dates is as yummy as Zayne is. - Diptyque Do Son or Eau Minthe or Le Labo Thé Noir - Gentle Fluidity Silver or Gris Dior - Lush’s Flying Fox - honey and jasmine - Not a Perfume by Juliette Has a Gun - since he's a health professional, and that scent is the most subtle, inoffensive fragrance I've smelled. - Penguin by Zoologist - this does not have any of the notes that are deemed canon, but reading some of his lore makes me think this could work - Monday by Arielle Shoshana - Earl Gray tea scent. There is also a milk/caramel note, which his sweet tooth may appreciate.

Canon Scent (thanks to PootyBubTheDestroyer):

MC describes Zayne to smell like jasmine, lavender, and a unique Zayne scent in Everlasting Wish!

Rafayel

Character & Scent Profile:

Playful, mischievous, and artistic, with an underlying seductive, fiery intensity.

Sea salt, ocean air, citrusy brightness combined with exotic spices, smoked woods, and warm amber.

By Commenters:- beautiful, regal/dignified, and playful- sea salt- really in touch with nature and has such a deep respect for it & likes to bathe a lot- like soil after rain

Fitting Perfumes:

Jo Malone – Wood Sage & Sea Salt: Captures the fresh, salty breeze, artistic inspiration, and free spirit of the sea. Playful, invigorating, and effortlessly charming.

Maison Margiela Replica – By the Fireplace: Warm, spicy, smoky, comforting, and slightly sweet. Reflects Rafayel’s fiery passion, artistic nature, and depth beneath his teasing demeanor

By Commenters: - Acqua di Gio - It’s so bright and nautical that it fits his personality so well. The patchouli also harkens to the spice’s use in spiritual traditions, which is w nod towards his Sea God Memories. - CK’s Summer Collection that has that yummy coconut scent just for a fun tropical zing. - TF Soleil Blanc or D&G Light Blue Intense - Dior Bois d’Argent or Replica Sailing Day or Beach Walk - Gentle Fluidity Silver by MFK

Sylus

Character & Scent Profile:

Dark, enigmatic, elegant, charismatic, and slightly dangerous.

Mysterious, smoky oud, dark leather, tobacco, rare spices, deep patchouli, amber, and rich woods.

By Commenters:- I have always imagined Sylus smelling enigmatic and as rich as the night. Maybe some faint burnt petals, too, since his soul smells like flowers.- gunpowder, wine and elegance- mixture of mahogany and sandalwood

Fitting Perfumes:

Tom Ford – Oud Wood: Rich, sophisticated, and deeply charismatic, blending oud, rosewood, sandalwood, and vetiver; a scent perfectly embodying Sylus’s mysterious elegance.

Kilian – Black Phantom: Darkly alluring with rum, coffee, cacao, and dark woods, representing Sylus’s complexity, dark charm, and charismatic dominance.

By Commenters: - Tom Ford, Ombré Leather - it’s a blend of sweet and bitter/masculine. - Memento Mori by Seance or Frustration by Etat libre d'orange, those musky, woody rosey scents - Roja Aoud or MFK Grand Soir or Replica Jazz Club - Dior, Fahrenheit - Tobacco Vanille by Tom Ford - something warm/sweet, spicy, and sensual - Bleu Lazuli by Armani Privé - spicy/sweet/warm scent with tobacco/leather notes - Chanel's Egoiste - Hypnotizing Fire by The Harmonist - smells like roses and matches

Canon Scent (thanks to Hidden--_Sanctuary):

In Ordinary Traces MC says Sylus smells like red wine and fireworks.

Caleb

Character & Scent Profile:

Protective yet obsessive, playful yet dominant, deeply layered emotionally, with a hint of forbidden allure.

Warm apples, cinnamon, tonka bean, vanilla, dark honey, leather, and subtle incense.

By Commenters:- Airplane cabin, oil & metal.

Fitting Perfumes:

Parfums de Marly – Layton: Warm, inviting, and sensual with apple, vanilla, cardamom, and woods, perfectly embodying Caleb's warmth, temptation, and dominant presence.

Yves Saint Laurent – La Nuit de l'Homme: Seductive, charismatic, spicy with cardamom, cedar, and tonka bean. Reflects Caleb’s charismatic, teasing, yet obsessive nature beneath his playful surface.

By Commenters: - Creed Aventus - With hints of apples, birch and musk, this fragrance just screams Caleb to me. Like I can totally imagine him spritzing this in before heading for work, and as the day wears on, it gets mellowed down to mix with metallic scent of some blood and smoke. - Diptyque Tam Dao - Not my recommendation but saw another Redditor stating this would be his go-to. Makes sense to me because the scent is so comforting. This is something he’d wear maybe during the evening, when he’s back home. - Noe’s Citrus Poetry or Armaf’s El Cielo could fit him well. Plus they have green apples in it, which reminds me of his cute apple hugging emoji. (Since he’s such a big fan of sour things. Something to balance the sweetness of apples, vanilla and the richness of wood and spices) - D&G Light Blue - YSL Y or Frederick Malle Promise - Axe body spray - Angel's Share by Kilian - The smell of cinnamon rolls is so delicious and comforting and evocative of simple, childhood delights, but you also get the undercurrent of cognac, which is so mature, addicting, and masculine, and also the perfume smells a bit sharp/refreshing. - Apple Brandy on the Rocks by Kilian - would be a more obvious choice, but I think Angel's Share is just a better, more tempting fragrance overall and fitting the apple representing temptation concept more. - PDM Greenley - Green scents suit him very much and it's also got an apple note - how I imagined he smelled like in Endless Summer. - Old Spice - would probably wear something like it because of how much a dork he is.

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Small Bonus: Lost Cherry by Tom Ford for MC?

According to Sylus MC smells like cherry wine. (by _RiverSong) According to Xavier MC smells like strawberries/cherries. (by cooliecoolie)

[foursaints]

i lurvvveeee your jegulus so lemme be parasocial about them for a sec!! how did those fuckers meet? are they an opposites attract kinda sitch?? how do their individual personalities mesh together to create the perfect mush of athlete sweat and dior sauvage eau de toilette?

- sincerely, the film bro question anon 💌

jegulus has always struck me as the kind of insane people who would meet by hooking up at their mutual ex’s wedding. they’re that exact type of crazy. (james is there to make a dramatic love confession, regulus is there to get dramatic revenge, and they wind up too preoccupied with fucking in the coat room to remember their original plans, thank GOD)

jegulus always has the type of charmingly witty, surprisingly tender banter that convinces them it’s love at first sight, approximately 24 hours before james catches a glimpse of reg’s “jfp: pros/cons?” list in his notes app and all hell breaks loose.

they’re two people who are both utterly convinced they’re always RIGHT. but they couldn’t be more different. so they mutually instigate a crisis in each other just by existing

regulus has the personality of a vodka martini. james cries at finale episodes of american ninja warrior. but they have to reckon with their blistering chemistry & shocking moments of soulmate-level vulnerability and this is difficult because, crucially, neither one of them is good at EVER losing battles of will….

they are equally stubborn. they deal with life in opposite ways. you could not PAY regulus to date someone who wears the same filthy unwashed pair of “lucky socks” before watching any championship game. james thinks paying more than $200 on a single pair of slacks is tantamount to a war crime.

but they both… begrudgingly respect and are fascinated/hypnotized by each other? because of the differences? they have the EXACT SAME sense of humor. their weird “contemptuous rivalry” sex is the single most passionate thing either of them has ever experienced. and it’s precisely their differences that just… against their wishes…. bring out the best in each other

like. james has never had a normal breakup in his entire life (they’re burning his clothes, he’s showing up at 6am with a boombox, etc). all of regulus’s breakups are handled in 3-5 business hours & come with a severance package. it’s only by talking to regulus on the porch at midnight that james gets a handle on himself. regulus has never enjoyed letting go until james teaches him to tango in his apartment at 3am.

but all these moments of growth!! would be more satisfying!!! if they weren’t coming directly from THAT SWAGGERING TRUST FUND CONTROL FREAK IDIOT!!!!! (said the swaggering trust fund control freak idiot)

it’s the horror of realizing your least favorite person is Sometimes Right, and also isn’t even close to being your least favorite person at all.

[a-headless-angel]

What fragrances would the Hazbin Hotel cast wear?

Ever wondered what your favorite Hazbin Hotel character would smell like?

No? Well, too bad, because now you’re about to.

As a former fragrance enthusiast, someone who spent way too much time sniffing tiny paper strips at department stores, I’ve decided to use my expertise to answer the real questions: what perfumes and colognes would the Hazbin Hotel cast wear?

Some of these choices make sense and some are unhinged. Let’s begin this psychological warfare analysis.

First up:

Charlie – KILIAN I Don’t Need a Prince to Be a Princess

I Don’t Need a Prince to Be a Princess is basically marshmallows in a bottle: sweet, fluffy, and comforting, much like Charlie herself. The notes? Vanilla, benzoin, and a touch of green tea, making it smell like a hug wrapped in a bedtime story. It’s innocent yet oddly addictive.

Vaggie – CHANEL Chance Eau Tendre

CHANEL Chance Eau Tendre is the perfect fit for Vaggie. It’s fresh, clean, and perfect for someone with a sporty, no-nonsense personality. It smells like someone who will absolutely win an argument (and a physical fight). With crisp grapefruit, delicate jasmine, and a soft, musky base, this perfume has that effortless "I just stepped out of the shower" scent.

Alastor- Raid

Self-explanatory. I mean he could wear a high-class vintage cologne, but why bother when raid is more effective at clearing a room? He’ll occasionally use the lemon scented one though.

Husk – Nautica Pure Blue Toilette (Present Day) / Tom Ford Tobacco Vanille (Overlord Days)

There was a time when Husk smelled like expensive cigars, aged whiskey, and power. But now, he sprays himself with whatever cologne was cheapest at the gas station. Nautica Pure Blue is the olfactory equivalent of “I don’t give a f*ck” and “I lost a bet.”

Angel - Victoria’s Secret Bombshell

Now you may be asking yourself, why Victoria’s Secret Bombshell? because he IS the bombshell. It’s sexy, flirty, and lingers in a way that makes everyone wonder, Why does it smell like sin and bubblegum in here? Subtle? Absolutely not. But then again, neither is he.

Sir Pentious - Axe body spray

Once saw an ad that Axe attracts all the ladies. Spoiler: it did not.

Nifty- Moschino Fresh Couture

Niffty picked this perfume for one reason and one reason only: the bottle looks like a cleaning spray. That’s it. That’s the entire reason.

Moschino Fresh Couture comes in a Windex-style bottle, which speaks to Niffty on a spiritual level. She has no idea what notes are in it. She just loves the bottle. And honestly? That’s reason enough.

Mimzy - Chanel No. 5

Chanel No. 5, the scent of a bygone era (a.k.a the grandma perfume). Classic, timeless, and so potent that if you stand too close, you will get a headache. Mimzy doesn’t apply perfume, she marinates in it. It’s all part of her charm (and why you can smell her coming from two blocks away).

Bonus: The Vees

Valentino – Dior Sauvage

Ah yes, the classic f-boy fragrance. The red flag in a bottle. The scent of toxicity, well-practiced apologies, and knowing exactly what to say to get what he wants. Dior Sauvage is the cologne equivalent of a smooth-talking incubus in designer shoes, and Valentino wears it like armor.

Why? Because it works. Because no matter how many times people warn about the guy who wears this, it still reels them in. It’s fresh, spicy, and undeniably attractive. The bergamot and pepper hit first, clean and crisp, tricking people into thinking he’s a gentleman.

But as long as he smells good all is well…right?

Velvette - Versace Crystal Noir (daily) / Baccarat Rouge 540 (special occasions)

Velvette is the queen of fragrances. Her collection is massive, categorized by mood and outfit. She could wear anything, but her daily signature? Versace Crystal Noir. It is dark feminine in a bottle. But for special occasions, she swaps to Baccarat Rouge 540. It’s rich, luxurious, and smells like money and power.

Unfortunately, Baccarat Rouge 540 has influenced Hell so much that now every nightclub, high-end lounge, and wannabe influencer reeks of it. What was once an elite, intoxicating fragrance has become so overused that Velvette can barely step into a club without gagging. If she smells it on a random low-level demon trying to act important? Immediate side-eye.

She started the trend. Now she regrets it.

Vox - Versace Eros

2nd red flag fragrance.

And there you have it folks, the Hazbin Hotel cast in fragrance form.

[imagella-blog]

Lions buvant sous la lune près d'un point d'eau

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[klaasje]

CATSEYE — The Whirling is almost entirely deserted. There are no customers other than you. Every ambient sound in a one-mile radius is audible: heavy machinery rumbling in the harbour, crying gulls, barking dogs. Far above you, in the evening light, a coalition aerostatic is gliding slowly.

SAUDADE — This place is a sad shadow.

WAYFARER — It was a resort town, once. People would propose to their sweethearts here. And before that, in the centuries preceding the revolution, Martinaise was something else entirely—a province of its own, distinct from Revachol, best known for its fishermen and pilgrims. There is a church on the coast here that faces the sea. Le Caillou’s earliest settlers, from Ubi-Sunt?, spent their first winter building it. Nobody has prayed there for a very long time.

“There a reason you’re not drinking?”

Klaasje does not flinch. Instead she chooses to play the fool: glancing over her shoulder, blinking as though startled, the kind of wide-eyed welkin look that usually leads to sympathy and lenience.

“I’m sorry?”

The stranger nods towards her abandoned pilsner. 

“Tastes like piss when it’s warm.”

CATSEYE — Black hair, black eyes, and dressed like a mechanic whose shift just ended. Her baggy tank top is covered in oil stains; her boots and work pants are, too. Early to mid-thirties at most.

OPERATIONAL TRAINING — A cammioneur. She must drive one of those lorries outside.

“You from out of town, or something? Here for work?”

Klaasje swallows.

“I work in La Delta. In… finance.”

The strange woman cocks her head at this. She looks amused.

GAMBIT — Absolutely abysmal lie. You fucked it. Big time.

“How old are you?”

OPERATIONAL TRAINING — Deflect. Shrug your shoulders and play the flirt in that dishabille way you do.

Klaasje brushes her hair over her shoulder and shrugs, dishabille. The stranger watches this display in silence. Her shrewd brow begins to furrow.

SAUDADE — It’s like she’s looking *through* you. Parsing the truth from your ugly insides, dredging it up and out…

“Kid, you are not a financier from La Delta.” The strange woman’s voice is wry now. “You are a sad party girl in a clubbing jumpsuit.”

“Are the two mutually exclusive?”

“In Revachol? Yes.”

EN POINTE — Good to know.

They stay in this stalemate for a moment, studying each other: Klaasje looking up, the stranger looking down. Her expression is inscrutable.

CATSEYE — Up close like this, you can see that her hair isn’t black after all. It’s violet, more than likely box dyed—

INSUFFERABLE ORANJESE LITERATURE STUDENT — Like dark feathers gleaming in the sun…

CATSEYE: —And that perfume you keep catching whiffs of is *Saint-Batiste Eau Sauvage Pour Homme*. Citrus and sandalwood. Popular with the blue collar crowd (and butches, apparently) thanks to its potency, longevity, and machismo reputation.

“I’m twenty-seven,” Klaasje says suddenly. “And I really did work in finance, for a while. Just… not right now.”

OPERATIONAL TRAINING — Why the hell are you still talking about this? 

GAMBIT — Agreed. Tone it down.

The stranger’s mouth twitches.

BATTEMENT — And now she’s fucking *laughing* at you!

“All right, look. Since we’re being honest with each other. Are you here to cause trouble in my bar tonight?”

INSUFFERABLE ORANJESE LITERATURE STUDENT — This isn’t actually her bar. 'On my turf' is the real implication there.

WAYFARER — You are a steeple to a storm, Katarzine. Trouble will find you.

“No trouble, sir,” Klaasje promises solemnly. The stranger’s mouth quirks again.

EN POINTE — She liked that.

“Ruby!” 

Klaasje jumps, looking back over her shoulder. A burly stevedore is striding through the Whirling’s glass doors.

BATTEMENT — Aiming straight for you.

PAS DE DEUX — No, no… See the way he adjusts his cap under her gaze? This is a lieutenant of hers, returning from the field. He’s here to report.

“Is he trouble?”

“He’s Titus,” Ruby replies, distracted.

GAMBIT — If you were looking for an exit window, now’s your chance.

Klaasje slides off her barstool.

“It was nice meeting you, I guess.”

“Uh huh,” Ruby says wryly.

JOUISSANCE — WAIT! Lay a trail before you go. Leave your lighter on the side.

BATTEMENT — …Why?

SAUDADE — Because you’re lonely, and you like the smell of her. She’s lonely, too. She likes the look of you.

Klaasje grabs her bag from the floor and leaves her lighter on the side. As she climbs the stairs towards the hostel rooms, thumbing the key fob in her palm, her neck prickles. It makes her pause and peer over the railing.

CATSEYE — Your first assessment of the Whirling-in-Rags was an uncharitable one. It is, in fact, a popular place to be. Possibly because it’s the *only* place to be. You can see the whole first floor from this angle. The tables are filling steadily now as night closes in: a bobbing sea of downturned heads, camionneurs and dockworkers, all wreathed in mist.

GAMBIT — Steam from the kitchen and smoke from cigarettes. And there, in the midst of it all…

BATTEMENT — Your interrogator and her brute lieutenant. Arguing by the bar.

JOUISSANCE — Your lighter is gone, by the way. Just thought somebody should be noticing the important shit.

Klaasje keeps watching. Bad-News-Titus has ordered a beer, which he takes a long drink from; Ruby is looking out through the Whirling’s foggy windows, leaning against the bar with a bleak expression and chewing on her bottom lip. Her bare forearms flex as she folds them.

PAS DE DEUX — She’s unhappy. Not with him, necessarily; with the news he’s brought her, or the position he’s placed her in.

GAMBIT — It might have something to do with those posters you saw by the harbour. 'Ferme La Porte'. 'Grève Illimitée'.

INSUFFERABLE ORANJESE LITERATURE STUDENT — All is troublesome in this earthly kingdom.

A glass smashes down below. The crowd around the bar erupts into a chorus of drunken cheering—Klaasje takes advantage of this distraction and slips away, away, up the stairs, onto the mezzanine, and into the first room on the right. It smells pervasively of damp and lemon cleaner. The door clicks shut behind her.

OPERATIONAL TRAINING — Lock it.

Obediently, Klaasje does as bid. The sounds of the bar downstairs are still audible, but only just. The quiet makes her ears ring.

CATSEYE — This room is a relic from 20 years ago, when *The New Style* came in and swept Revachol off its feet. Nobody has the money for gilded wallpaper anymore. The floorplan is split between two levels: a bathroom and seating area below, with a bedroom and balcony on the second floor.

SAUDADE — You could be smoking on that balcony right now, if you hadn’t left your lighter behind. Instead you’re here, watching the overhead light flicker on and off like a dying star. 

BATTEMENT — You don’t even know if she’ll bring it back.

EN POINTE — Oh, she’ll bring it back.

JOUISSANCE — And in the meantime: booze. Settle your nerves, sweetheart. Balance your humours. 

Klaasje, unwilling to be naked for long, showers quickly in the cramped bathroom. She washes her hair and scrubs the stale-ozone smell of interisolary travel away. Then she curls shrimp-like on the couch, feeling suitably miserable, and opens the little bottle of schnapps from the aerodrome as jetlag begins to creep in.

OPERATIONAL TRAINING — It’s time to reshape yourself. You need to get your story straight. Playing the fool is a decent angle, but that lie downstairs was atrocious. Whoever you are, you don’t work in a white collar industry. Those clothes in your carry-on, the ones you’re wearing now — silk shirts and linen pants, cufflinks and sensible shoes — sell them. They no longer belong to you.

Klaasje closes her eyes. She takes a sip from the schnapps bottle.

SAUDADE — Peaches and annihilation.

WAYFARER — WHERE IS THE HORSE GONE? WHERE THE RIDER? WHERE THE GIVER OF TREASURE? WHERE ARE THE SEATS AT THE FEAST? WHERE ARE THE REVELS IN THE HALL?

OPERATIONAL TRAINING — Are you listening to me, Katarzine?

JOUISSANCE — So, bad news. You’ve used up the last of your common sense. The tank is empty. You are tired and stupid. Good news: the idea of Ruby-The-Cammioneur showing up at your door tonight, lighter in hand, now fills you with a gnawing sense of longing, rather than dread. You are starved for company.

CHARISME — That trick she did, when she looked right through you… you’ve used that technique on other people. You tried to use it on her. But she deflected the hit somehow, didn't she? She was teasing you, not spellbound by you. She tripped you up, and you liked it.

BATTEMENT — Which doesn’t mean anything, necessarily. You like a lot of things.

JOUISSANCE — One of which is being toyed with by no-nonsense women in men’s shirts.

Klaasje jumps as someone knocks on the door: two perfunctory taps, one after the other. Peach schnapps sloshes over her hand.

“You left this,” Ruby says mildly when she opens it, holding up the lighter. “On purpose, I’m assuming.”

JOUISSANCE — Bon exemple.