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krscblw · 6 months

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ghoul perfume associations pt. 2 (halloween edition)!

halloween ghouls! a little bit murderous, a little bit monstrous. is the slight scent of blood from the perfume or did the ghouls just get back from a hunt? who knows.

(i thought it would be fun to make a Halloween/fall edition of the ghoul perfume list I made before, so here it is! for most of these the first scent is a little bit out there, and the second is more wearable/lighthearted.)

cw: themes of death and injury, a lot of talk about blood and murder

Aeon

Notes: clean linen, lavender, marshmallows, blood. Aeon smells clean and gentle, but that cleanliness is tinged red and metallic on the edges.

Perfumes:

Plutonian -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“Soapy cleanliness sullied by blood and ashes.”

Sleepy Ghost -- Poesie Perfume

“Haunted by insomnia? Let this friendly ghost lull you to sleep with the blissful combination of marshmallow and lavender. You’ll be dreaming in no time!”

marshmallow pillows sprinkled with natural lavender essential oil and absolute for sweet dreams

Aether

Notes: amber, wood, blood. Aether smells warm and golden, resinous and a little bit spicy, like the ideal fall day spent lounging in front of the fireplace. But every so often you catch the edge of something that smells suspiciously like blood…

Perfumes:

Blood Amber -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“Slivers of warm, pulsating blood forever crystallized in golden amber resin.”

The Dead Rise -- Poesie Perfume

“I did not sleep well, though my bed was comfortable enough, for I had all sorts of queer dreams. There was a dog howling all night under my window, which may have had something to do with it; or it may have been the paprika. — Jonathan Harker’s journal”

dark roasted coffee beans spiked with fresh cardamom pods, cubes of brown sugar, ambroxan, cedar

Alpha

Notes: leather, smoke, spices, rot. Alpha smells aggressive and dangerous – and he is. Of all of the ghouls, Alpha is the most likely to admit to his hobby of hunting unsuspecting Abbey visitors for sport.

Perfumes:

Eau de Ghoul -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“Dessicated skin coated in blackened ginger, cinnamon, and mold-flecked dirt, with cumin, bitter clove, leather, and dried blood.”

Hellfire -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“A scent celebrating Sir Francis Dashwood’s Order of the Knights of St. Francis of Wycombe, also known as the Hellfire Club. A swirl of pipe tobacco, hot leather, ambergris, dark musk and the lingering incense smoke from their Black Mass.”

Cirrus

Notes: dark fruits, musk, metal. Cirrus smells alluring enough that you can almost ignore the way her nails are a little too sharp, her smile a little too wild. Her idea of flirting is offering to help you hide a body, and you’re not sure she’s joking.

Perfumes:

The Enterprise of the Night -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“Inspired by the opening pages of Circle of Blood. The scent of vice and darkness: flashing neon, oil-tinged petrichor, fading perfume, smeared lipstick, and the faintest touch of gunpowder residue.”

The Witch Queen -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“Wild plum, red musk, tuberose, calla lily, heliotrope, pimento, ylang ylang and beeswax beneath a dark haze of sinister purple-hued incense smoke.”

Cumulus

Notes: florals, sugar, poisonous chemicals. Cumulus smells sweet, sugary in a way that gets stuck to your gums and makes your teeth ache. She has the face – and scent – of an angel, but something about the way her eyes follow you makes you uneasy.

Perfumes:

Shelley, Byron, and Keats -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“Uncompromising idealism, haunted romanticism, fatal ennui, and a heady amount of scandal and vice: red roses and pale carnation with a draught of laudanum, smears of opium tar, a hint of absinthe, and mercury ointment.”

Tiny Phantom -- Poesie Perfume

“You see it there in the glass, a tiny phantom - a glimpse of white in an otherwise dark room. But there’s no need to scream, and there’s no need to faint -- the thing in the darkness is you.”

innocent pink roses, marshmallow buttercream, pale white musk, antique mahogany

Dewdrop

Notes: dark fruits, smoke, ash. Dew smells like the remnants of a house fire that may or may not have been set on purpose. He smells like if you knew what was good for you, you wouldn’t let him out of your sight.

Perfumes:

Djinn -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“Myths surrounding the Djinn paint them as many things: benevolent champions of mankind and slaves to mad sorcerers, malicious incubi / succubi and energy vampires, or malevolent harbingers of madness and disease.”

The scent of black smoke, of crackling flames, and smoldering ashes.

Silent Hill -- Spirit and Venom

“The combination of foggy air, deep fire smoke, dark pomegranate, and hints of overturned dirt and honey. Welcome to Silent Hill!”

Ifrit

Notes: black tea, brimstone, incense. Ifrit smells dark and clinging, slinky in a way that sets you on edge. He smells like going to sleep and knowing you won’t wake up.

Perfumes:

The Chapel -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“In the center of the room, a groveling figure is crouched before a woman draped in purple-black clerical robes. The woman’s eyes are filled with righteous hellfire, and she extends a hand in benediction to the man who has fallen prostrate at her feet. He murmurs, “Libera Te Ex Caelum”, and she gestures for him to rise. As he gets to his knees he winces in pain and moans in a strange expression of ecstasy, and you see small horns growing from his skull.”

Black incense, bitter wine, brimstone, bile, and blood.

Darkness -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“Bottled gloom; the essence of oblivion. Blackest opium and narcissus deepened by myrrh.”

Mist

Notes: water, herbs, blood. Mist smells herbal and cold, like the transition of fall into winter. She smells a little bit sweet, a little bit metallic, a little bit dangerous. Her scent reminds you of rain so heavy and cold you can barely take a breath.

Perfumes:

Frostbite with Polar Bear Attack -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“Slashes of sleet punctured by a coppery gout of blood.”

Villa Diodati -- Poesie Perfume

“A stately house on the edge of Lake Geneva, ringed by Swiss Alps so picturesque they look painted on the sky, in 1816 Villa Diodati hosted a group of travellers whose time there would forever be marked in history. As storms raged outside, in its candlelit rooms Mary Shelley conceived of her mad scientist and his iconic monster. Down the hall, poor Doctor Polidori (who was hopelessly in love with Mary and possibly Byron), was penning a little story that would inspire another little story. Bram Stoker’s Dracula. You may have heard of it.”

pungent wild rosemary and fresh balsam pine, crystal clear lakewater, dry, dark vanilla

Mountain

Notes: greenery, earth, poisonous mushrooms. Mountain smells like crushed leaves, like little brown mushrooms, like the change in the air when the calender hits October. He smells earthy and damp, as if he spent the day digging holes… for plants, of course. Right?

Perfumes:

Sinister Groundskeeper -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“A menacing figure in grassy overalls and mud-flecked boots, with a wheelbarrow full of sharp yet rust-stained implements. At least, it looks like rust…”

Clods of moist soil, crushed dandelions, and the coppery clove-tang of dried blood.

Death Cap -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“A lethal poison bundled up in a dainty, innocent little package that was oft times found in ancient witches’ flying ointments and astral projection balms. A warm, soft, ruddy scent, earthy and mild.”

Nimbus*

Notes: peach, rose, blood. Nimbus smells sweet – slightly earthy, slightly metallic – but overwhelmingly like peaches that are so ripe they fall apart in your hands. She smells like the thorn bushes that shrikes impale their prey on – but there aren’t any corpses in her garden. Probably.

Perfumes:

Sentence First, Verdict Afterwards -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“Off with her head: white roses, tea roses, climbing roses, blood red roses, and a cluster of thorns, blood-spattered and sword-sharp, with clove bud and tobacco flower.”

Astaroth -- Fantome

“Ripe peaches, pumpkin flesh over a bed of red musk, honey cakes drizzled with white chocolate, & roasted pistachios.”

*i headcanon nimbus as a earth/air multi

Omega

Notes: wood, amber, ink. Omega smells like the ghost of a once-warm sitting room. He smells like amber, like polished wood, like seeing something out of the corner of your eye and feeling watched for hours afterward.

Perfumes:

Quintessence of Dust -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“The passing: beeswax and smoke, yellowed paper and well-worn leather books, droplets of spilled ink, faded incense, blood-tinged salty tears, and the metal of the knife that skewers that illiterate zombie philistine’s portrait.”

Parlour -- Fantome

“Parlour is an atmospheric fragrance that is inspired by a 19th century Parlour at the height of the Spiritualism movement. Conjuring the dimly-lit rooms filled with dusty spirt boards, sweet wood, and magic.”

A darkly polished mahogany rapping table, spirit boards, sweet rosewood chests, burning incense, and a hint of vetiver

(i have this one and i love it sm, it's the best woody scent in my collection)

Rain

Notes: seawater, ozone. Rain smells like the ocean right before a storm: murky, almost-sweet, hair-raising. He smells like swimming in deep water and feeling something grab your ankle a little bit too tight for you to believe that it was just kelp. But it had to be, surely there isn’t anything else down there…

Perfumes:

Cthulhu -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“A creeping, wet, slithering scent, dripping with seaweed, oceanic plants and dark, unfathomable waters.”

Circe Individiosa -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“Salt-spray dotting an azure cove, its waters swirling with noxious poisons and venom drawn from dreadful roots: a cascade of blackcurrant and crystalline blue-green waters infused with theriac accord, bruised henbane accord, white gardenia, pear, cedarwood, emerald mosses, tuberose, and bitter almond.”

Sunshine/Stratus**

Notes: summer fruits, spices, smoke. Sunny smells like the end of summer, right as it turns into fall. She smells like roasting marshmallows, like sticky heat, like biting into a late-summer strawberry and finding it rotten inside.

Perfumes:

Tongue Wall -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“Fleshy and fruity: guava musk, slick strawberry lip gloss, and blood-tainted digestive juices.”

Zombie -- Possets

“You really need a big dose of toasted marshmallow and oude, a bit of burnt stick, and the unmistakable fragrance of the crisp autumn air. The obvious combination, wouldn't you say? Resinous and foody at the same time. Smoky, sticky fun.”

**i headcanon sunny as a fire/air multi

Swiss***

Notes: smoke, musk, patchouli, blood. Swiss smells like darkness so thick that there could be something right in front of you and you would have no idea – or maybe right behind you. He smells like earthy resin, wine the color of blood, and curling smoke. Something about his scent leaves a metallic tang in the back of your throat.

Perfumes:

Dead for Filth -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“Raw Patchouli, opoponax, and a coppery dry blood exhale.”

Nosferatu -- Black Baccara

“A rustling of leaves appears before the footfalls as a group of pale vampires emerge from the autumn darkness. They bring with them the aroma of archaic earth, deep red wine, tobacco smoke, and red roses.”

dark patchouli, deep red roses, aged red wine, dirt, tobacco smoke, and fireplace embers

***i headcanon swiss as a fire/water multi

Zephyr

Notes: dust, ozone, dry rot. Zephyr smells like a house long abandoned: dusty, faintly sweet, a little bit like rotting floorboards. It’s a scent that draws you in as much as it pushes you away – like a haunted house that has become so lonely, it will do anything to make you stay.

Perfumes:

Yorick -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

“Grave dirt, bone, decay, angel’s trumpet, and moldering scraps of shroud: the essence of finality.”

Attic Ghosts - Paranormal Perfumes

“Attic Ghosts is an antique, timeless Victorian mansion. The house on the hill. Flickering lights in the hallways, shadows in the windows. Footsteps. Apparitions. A locked door to the attic.”

dusty wood, chestnut, smoke whisps, vanilla absolute, orange blossom, rose petals, jasmine, vetiver

if you got this far, thank you for reading! this one was SO fun to make, i hope y'all like it too. (and as always i would love to talk more about this/hear other people's thoughts!!)

#please note the formatting is a little weird on mobile #so if there are parts that are cut off you should still be able to see them on desktop #ghost bc #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #ghoul perfume thoughts #nameless ghoulettes

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lovely-oh-so-lovelyyui · 1 year

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are we alive?

a conversation between azusa and yui and the beginning of a very long relationship

“Eve.”

These two, a maiden and a youth, were there

Gazing—the one on all that was beneath

Fair as herself—but the boy gazed on her;

And both were young, and one was beautiful:

And both were young—yet not alike in youth.

As the sweet moon on the horizon's verge,

The maid was on the eve of womanhood;

The boy had fewer summers, but his heart

Had far outgrown his years, and to his eye

There was but one beloved face on earth,

And that was shining on him; he had looked

Upon it, till it could not pass away;

He had no breath, no being, but in hers:

She was his voice; he did not speak to her,

But trembled at her words; she was his sight,

For his eye followed hers, and saw with hers,

Which coloured all his objects;—he had ceased

To live within himself: she was his life

The Dream - Lord Byron

Sage green looked rotten and tasteless in the dim room, something in the air so stale it felt suffocating.

Someone was watching her.

Of course, she knew when someone watched her, by now that horrible feeling had settled deep in her chest whilst she broke out in cold sweat and her hands felt so cold she couldn’t remember if she was still living her accursed life.

Except for this time her hummingbird heart hadn’t a clue where she was or who her captor was, perhaps if she was lucky his sadism would win and this would be the last time her tremoring figure would open her eyes again.

“Eve”

It was a timid whisper but held eerie stability to it, she could laugh right now. How long had it been since she had heard of something so pure, since she was chipped away at in that monotonous way, degraded and dehumanised? Maybe she too had become twisted now? After all, it sickened her to hear him say that, God knows why.

The poor little lamb couldn’t even consider how much it would come to hate hearing that little nickname in the weeks to come; but really it should’ve considered it by now, after all every other crevice of her being had been sullied.

Who would put it against her monsters to create that pavlovian terror when it came to the mother of her kind?

The terror of stepping into a place she once considered a sacred sanctuary?

“Are you awake?”

There really was no point in hesitating, she would at least like the dignity of seeing the face of her new executioner.

Oh, he was beautiful. They always were, weren’t they?

Except he actually looked like he had danced upon the veil of the material and supernatural, twirling as he pleased to either side sometimes with a human partner or sufficiently content with partaking in the revelries of the dead.

He was the sickly one, she had seen him once before when they tried to introduce themselves to her although she was pretty sure it was out of pretentious curtsey, it was pretty obvious she was on the brink of passing out. Her health only deteriorated the longer she spent time here, he too had looked oddly feeble. Some dying part of her had felt sympathy for him with his scars and haphazard bandages but she pushed it away not willing to step in a potential landmine, not now at least. The twisted empathy within her would win eventually though.

It seemed the bandage was still around his throat, maybe all vampires didn’t heal as quickly as she thought.

“Eve, are you always so warm?”

Turning her attention back to him she thought of how she could direct this away, in all her observations the conversations where she was brought up the least had always made her cry less, choking back silent wails in case her misery attracted the circling sharks.

“ Well I think I’m pretty normal in terms of human warmth..ehm…”

“Mukami Azusa”

“Of course Azusa-kun”

Even she felt how nauseatingly plastic that had sounded, not to mention the state of her voice.

A glass appeared in front of her, it seemed he too had noticed the unnatural raspiness, but she was still hesitant.

“Go on eve, that man said we have to take good care of you” that itself ignited the dull anxiousness that now lay in wait in her bones. The water could either be spiked with something, or her head could be spiked on a stick and placed outside this mansion if she denied him.

She took the glass, in robotic motions, sipping and trying to calm her fluttering heart.

“Can I sit with you Eve?” she wondered if she told him to leave her be how bad the repercussions would be, she hated this most, when they could pretend she had choices and she would smile like a dull doll agreeing.

“Of course Azusa-kun. At least her voice sounded a little better, though she didn’t expect him to sit right next to her - she had yet to lift her eyes to look at him but she had a feeling he would still be staring at her. Could you perhaps tell me what day it is?” oh well, she pushed her luck now.

“It’s Sunday - you’ve been sleeping for a while, Eve. But don’t worry Ruki didn’t let any of us suck your blood whilst you were out” now that had her raising her head.

Oh my, he really was pretty. But that’s not what was important right now, what did he mean no one had sucked her blood in nearly 3 days? She couldn’t even fathom what it would take for that to happen.

She tried to stop the debilitated hope from within her to start. But looking at him now, pity surged back into her veins.

It was a pathological fright, they had the same pallid sheen and sunken eyes - she had never seen a vampire with such colour in them. Was it washed out and macabre? Yes. but it was colour.

He had soft lilac eyes they were lulling with silver embedded around his pupil, an odd wisdom in them framed by dark lashes - his eyes, whilst sunken almost seemed charming, completed his tired and humbly handsome features. He had a sharp scar across his nose, quite old from the looks of it and his ivory face was framed by dark locks that faded into a sage silver. But it was the little things, unlike the vampires she had seen before his veins were apparent, green and a little blue from his delicate wrist up to his elbows, the tip of his aristocratic nose the slightest bit red, and the wine-coloured bruises peeking out just under his collar - there were older bruises too especially around his wrists, pale yellow and a weak green.

She felt both melancholic and petrified. His poor state made her want to hold his gangly, frail frame that looked like it could be snapped like china and tell him everything would be fine. On the other hand, no matter how hard she tried to deny it there was the undeniable glint of fangs between his dusky rose lips - if this was the state of a vampire how long did she have?

“ hey eve, are you alive?”

what.

what, why why why?

why had he asked that?

She didn’t know what it was, perhaps she truly was dead now and all those days Ayato would come to see her after she had stabbed herself were a dream. Figures. He had been too nice.

Jesus christ why was she so blue?

Didn’t it mean good things if she no longer existed, even if she would lose everything?

But tomorrow might start sounding like a good thing again. When she would open her eyes in her childhood bed, with her 14-year-old flower-printed sheets, and the sun barely peeking through, the floor would be freezing instead of the plush warmth of the carpet she had grown used to. She could water her plants and eat breakfast wrapped in her comforter because her father wasn’t home, turn on whichever vinyl she wanted as loud as she wanted and started doing her chores. She could dress up and head to town, without hearing jeering remarks and wanting to wrap herself into a tiny, tiny particle where she didn’t have to acknowledge her ugliness and hide.

Looking into his eyes he seemed to patiently wait for her answer.

“I don’t know Azusa-kun, what brought this on? I think I'm perfectly alive.” sweat dripped down her nape.

He tilted his head, his feathery locks moving with him.

“Ne… Eve did you know… you look a lot like me? At least what I used to look like…to tell you I don’t think I am alive. What is it like to be alive?”

Stop. stop it. He had to be doing this on purpose.

“ I don't think being alive is something we can control, can we? I think we’re just meant to pass through our days like plants, simply growing steadily and unaware of the conditions we were given till our time is over in God’s ineffable plan.”

His laugh was a gentle, macabre thing like the last few flutters of a bird who was running out of life. She liked it. She liked it a lot. She didn’t like him though.

“Is it true …you grew up in a church? I thought… that man was… being funny” she knew better than to get offended by now.

“ Yes I did. I was left at the church’s orphanage but my father chose to raise me alongside him at the monastery.”

His eyes grew a bit bigger at that, and he giggled, she really liked making him giggle. It was such a soft sound.

“You really are…like me. I grew up…in an… orphanage too.”

She was starting to think who cared if he was a killer, she liked how he spoke to her, about her, what was the worst that could happen to a girl like her. A mousy ugly girl like her.

She had never been beautiful, but after her blood was taken daily she looked like a corpse, her spine jutted out awkwardly and her hair would fall out, it felt like straw and would get greasy so quickly, and random bruises would appear on her. She had heard it all.

Yet here he was still looking at her as if he had to handle her with care, she didn’t know when he had raised his calloused hands, the pad of his thumb lightly brushing away the tears she didn’t even know she was letting out. He brought it up to his lips and licked it. It should be absurd to her but she wanted to know what he was doing.

“Even…your tears are…sweet.”

All she could do was gape, as he gently picked her up and wrapped himself around her pulling her blanket over her freezing knobbly knees.

“It’s okay Eve…you should…sleep more. And like an afterthought -if you really miss them I’m sure Ruki will let you see them at school.” she had no hesitance nodding her head, never wanting to leave this cocoon he made, burying into him. After all, what was the worst that could happen to a girl like her? Happiness was fleeting, she would take whatever little moments she could get.

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