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missoneminute · 6 months

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Continuing my journey through combining my two obsessions - perfume and The Libertines. In this edition, fragrances directly linked to the band in various ways.

London by Burberry - Notes of Honeysuckle, Jasmine, Musk and Sandalwood. Released in 2006. This is for lovers - of London. The imagery around this chic and clean little affair has always been a romantic postcard to the city that birthed it, and the iconic checked Burberry fabric wrapped around the bottle itself speaks to the rebirth of that heritage trend made edgy and new - most beautifully showcased in the infamous prison gates photos in 2003, where Peter and Carl each wore a matching Burberry trench and passed a Burberry scarf between them. Fake, probably, but that iconography was the absolute height of indie rock fashion.

Bluebell by Penhaligon's - Notes of Lily-of-the-Valley, Cyclamen, Cloves and Cinnamon. Released in 1978. Widely reported as a favourite perfume of Kate Moss during the time she and Peter were dating. I may not be much of a fan of hers, but who didn't want to know what Pete Doherty's girlfriend smelled like? Earthy, with its crushed flowers and herbs, a tad exclusive, with it's fancy lineage and posh price, but genuinely vintage - this was the exact sort of scent an indie girl in the 2000s picked if she wanted to stand out from the crowd.

Opium Pour Homme by Yves Saint Laurent - Notes of Black Currant, Star Anise, Bourbon Vanilla and Cedar. Released in 1995. Named by Peter as his favourite fragrance in the 2000s. I've never known if he was kidding, given the name - but this is a scent that absolutely suits him, and is my favourite for men of all time. Opening with bright, juicy berries, drying down into sweet vanilla and rich spice, it's an addictive potion that suits its moniker and defies the astringent, bathroom cleaner trend in men's fragrance with a high fashion dazzle that takes some courage to wear.

Bottega Veneta by Bottega Veneta - Notes of Bergamot, Jasmine, Leather and Patchouli. Released in 2011. This is a personal entry, as it's the one perfume that has gotten me a compliment from a Libertine. I am an aggressive over-sprayer, but only this one has elicited a comment, from Carl, after he embraced me following the Sharabang gig in 2018. "You smell amazing!" he said, to which I replied, "I think it's the leather", meaning the leather notes in the fragrance. "Leather?" he replied, completely confused. I didn't get a chance to elaborate, but this is indeed a leather bomb - loud like a brand new jacket, or better yet luxurious heels straight out of their box, with the crisp deliciousness of bergamot making it syrupy and lending a mouth-watering air. Tragically discontinued.

Comme des Garcons 2 Man by Comme des Garcons - Notes of Smoke, Betiver, Saffron, Leather and Incense. Released in 2004. One of the fragrances Carl mentioned wearing in the 2000s. A churchy, waxy, smoky scent that brings to mind a snuffed candle and is very evocative of the year it was released. Makes absolute sense that it's one he'd enjoy, leaning both into an esoteric side with it's midnight potions of nutmeg and mint, and a rock 'n' roll core with it's leather and incense - reminiscent of the intoxicating mix of sweat, tobacco and leather you'll find sticking to a musician fresh off a stage.

Ambre Sultan by Serge Lutens - Notes of Resin, Amber, Myrrh, Benzoin, Sandalwood, Vanilla and Myrtle. Released in 1993. Opulent, gothic and very warm, this unisex fragrance is another Carl listed as a favourite back in the day. If 2 Man is churchy, this one is culty. Again, it suits him - it's like festival hippy oil taken to it's most concentrated conclusion. I don't know if he still wears either of these - he smelled great in Melbourne in 2018, but when I asked what he had on, he joked, "Lynx Africa!" then denied he was wearing anything. Likewise, Peter arrived at the Hackney gig in 2019 smelling deliciously of something very like Tom Ford's Tobacco Vanille, but when I asked him what he had on, he just said, "I smell like a polecat".

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christophe76460 · 9 months

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Quel beau témoignage !!

Gloire a Dieu ! Il regarde au ♥️ alors que l homme regarde a l apparence 🤷🏻‍♀️🙏🏼

Lorsqu elle a donné sa vie au Seigneur , elle a désiré vivre pour Lui, alors avec l aide du St-Esprit elle a changé plusieurs modes de vie dans sa propre vie et a été transformé par Son Amour !

N est-ce pas là le résultat de Celui qui veut se laisser transformer et vivre pour Christ afin que par son témoignage reflétant Christ, d autres parviennent au Salut 🤷🏻‍♀️! Yessss!

Mourir à sa chair pour ressembler à notre Maître ..Jésus-Christ..

Que Dieu bénisse cette jeune femme et cette personne qui lis ce post !

Tel que tu es , Dieu t aime et Il a un plan merveilleux de Paix ,d Amour et de Compassion pour ta vie ...Donne Lui l opportunité de travailler ton ♥️. Car Il est un gentleman et Il ne le fera pas sans ton autorisation 🤷🏻‍♀️🫂🙏🏼

Tu deviendras parfaite !!

Ben non loll

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T inquiète , Dieu n a pas encore fini avec moi après plus de 49 ans 😉 a marcher avec Lui 🤷🏻‍♀️.

🎶🎶Oh combien je l aime !! Car Il m aima le premier ! 🎶🎵

♥️..témoignage ..♥️

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Believe on Jesus now and be set free. Salvation is a free Gift from the Lord! Turn to Him for eternal Life!

Praise Jesus, my Lord, my Savior, my King. Thank you Jesus for saving me. I love you forever. Amen.”

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ofmanymasks · 1 year

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~Peer into the Future...~

-And you might not like what you find...~-

(The following IC drabble will contain a few trigger warnings specifically just pertaining to cosmic horror and just a pinch of blood, but nothing massive. However, for the sake of others and reading lenght? A read-more will be utilized.

This actually came to me during a conversation with a friend. Also it's just a small peek into Salem's backstory, and boy, is there sure a lot of trauma. :D Religious trauma, specifically.)

"My friend, do you know why i despise the end of July? Why i would sooner shun others for one mere day than enjoy it like everyone else?"

Vieri hummed, pondering the words of the dark-haired gothic man sitting across from him in the wooden, glossy chair sitting across from him. The man only swirled his Cabernet Sauvignon two passes, before taking a sip.

"I...cannot say i do, mon ami. Go forth. Tell me. You know that i will not be of any judgement to you, homme des ombres. You already know of my...deplorable, sinful state."

"Hm...very well. You are...aware of the date...are you not? Actually...pardon that, i KNOW you are...", Salem trailed of with a dry laugh, "St. Ignatius day was...and is a day that will...we'll say, live in infamy for me."

Now, his curiosity was piqued. Now, for as much as Vieri himself was no fan of the day (hell, most hunters actively hunted him out, for it was the only day out of the year where you could kill a Strigoi), it made him truly wonder just what had happened that Salem abhorred the day with seemingly every fiber of his being.

He had asked Salem about it multiple times, but the man had never delved into detail...

"Oh...and...how would that be...? You’ve mentioned it time and time before; while i am not one to judge nor question, for it is none of my business…but that doesn’t stop this old man from having a nuance of curiosity as to why that is…”

“Because…before being taken up within the arms of The Sleeper of R’lyeh, as Pryderi Caius…it was the day of my second Christening. It is a day that I'll never forget…but it showed me that even the most fanatic of zealots have an ounce of normalcy to them…it made the 4 year-old child that was me at the time envy the children who had parents who were firm within their faith and we were not…them.”

At this, Vieri was silent, trying to process the information he had received as much as he could. He only knew snippets of Salem's life before becoming who he was. Needless to say, it left him grateful that he didn't ever cross their path. From racism to the blatant acts of physical abuse and psychological torment, all in the name of the Lord.

Needless to say, Vieri found it understandable why Salem turned to the life he'd chosen, even if he really didn't give all that much of a damn about religion. What was most important for Vieri was that Salem had found something to believe in, something that gave his life purpose and direction.

"Hm...and here, i just thought it was due to it being a holy day, and with your...affinity: i only presumed it was a natural dislike. Like walking upon church grounds and instantly dropping into a seizure..."

This earned a snort from Salem, as if that was meant to be amusing.

"Perhaps so, old friend...but only partially. Even though it's celebrated by both the Church and the Jesuits, the majority of...holy holidays and artifacts don't agree with me. No, the reasoning is far...more personal than just a dislike of being eldritch. That would be like me saying you cannot eat garlic because of the taste."

At this, Vieri gagged quietly. It was common in vampires for there to be a distinct aversion of garlic, be that bulbs, flowers, or even the juice. It was roughly similar, if not on par, to being allergic to it. The smell caused a nauseating feeling in the pit of Vieri's stomach. While he'd never been unfortunate enough to eat it...he was certain that it would result in death or wishing he was.

"Eugh...if only it was just the taste...oh, if only...", he quietly lamented. "But...those who raised you...they are...gone...are they not?"

"Ils sont. Ils le sont depuis un certain temps..." (They are. They have been for some time now...)

Salem responded in French, which was always more than enough to make Vieri smile. He knew the other could speak the language fluently, so it made conversations more personal.

"Je vois...jusqu'en Enfer, où ils appartiennent…” (I see…right to Hell, where they belong…)

Vieri took a swig of his wine, before letting out a soft chuckle. “La pure ironie de tout cela~”, he leaned back in his seat with a sigh, “They believed so firmly in their God that instead of it being their key into the Pearly Gates, all it did was grant them their key to the Gates of Hell. Alighieri was certain of one thing, my friend…abandon all hope, ye who enter~”

The night was peaceful and still. The only sound that could be heard was the soft murmur of Vieri and Salem's conversation as they sat in the courtyard, surrounded by the low light of lanterns and the smell of wine. The two reminisced about the past and talked of their shared experiences. Vieri listened intently as Salem recounted the story of his upbringing and how his parents' strong beliefs had led them to a tragic end.

A tragic end at his hands, no doubt…

“Hm…i don’t suppose you could humor me with a fortune, would you?”

At this, Vieri froze, unsure if he’d even heard Salem correctly.

Humor him with a what?

It was known by everyone that the infernal and the eldritch couldn’t have a fortune told, for their futures were just as clouded in mystery. Especially that of the eldritch, for to do so was almost impossible…or so he thought one day. For, on that day, he’d gained insight from a being whose voice he was unfamiliar with, and he was aware of plenty of voices that ran through his head when the subject of a fortune-telling came into play. But that day, it was a female voice whom he’d never communed with once. It was beautiful, sweet, but so, so foreign to him. She had told him that Ashur Ortega, the unwilling and unknowing vessel to the King in Yellow, had a chance of possibly being released from the eldritch God’s unholy grasp, but under one condition…that the day that he learned about the world that lay beyond the natural one, and the day he peered into the supernatural, would also be the day that he died.

At this revelation, Vieri paled, feeling sick even upon explaining what he’d just been told.

It also earned him an epithet. Or several, in fact.

The Strigoi Seer.

The Vampiric Prophet.

Veil-Piercing One.

A string of them all came to mind when Vieri gave this revelation.

While he knew it wasn’t impossible, something in him said it would be a terrible idea. But, he was confident that possibly could. After all, if the Gods could possibly grant him that foresight, then who was to say that maybe it wouldn’t have been far off with Salem?

A lopsided smile followed a somewhat uncertain gaze. “I…I suppose i could try, if that is what you’d like. Though…i must ask if you are sure you wish to go through with it, vieil ami…”

“Do as you must, but know that—”

“Wonderful. Suis-moi, Suis-moi~”

With a languid gesture of the hand, Vieri led Salem along into the backroom where he told his fortune and gave readings where he could have quiet. It was filled with mystic artifacts, like a crystal ball and tarot cards, that gave off an eerie glow from the light of the candles scattered around the room. The walls were adorned with tapestries depicting strange creatures and symbols, and the air smelled of incense and herbs.

Salem had only been back there a handful of times, but he’d never had the honor of actually sitting down in that seat. Vieri felt a mix of fear and excitement as he entered the backroom, the strange artifacts and symbols making him feel a sense of awe and mystery.

He was both nervous and curious about what the fortune-telling would bring, feeling a slight chill in the air as he glanced around the room.

“Have a seat, please. Make yourself comfortable…and let’s begin.”

With that, the other sat down and Vieri sat at the chair across from Salem. Because the table wasn’t too big, he could easily reach out for his hands, which were neatly folded on top with fingers intertwined. Upon first touch, Vieri noted the crackle of ancient, long-forgotten magic and energy sizzling through Salem’s pallid skin. It was an unfamiliar feeling, and it filled him with an apprehension and unease. The air seemed to crackle with a power and intensity that could only be described as otherworldly, and the symbols and artifacts in the room seemed to take on a more sinister aspect in the presence of this dark energy.

He closed his eyes, and began to focus on the vision attempting form behind his eyes. It started small, like muddled colors and blurry shadows…but then those shadows dissipated to a trio of blazing, goldenrod eyes staring back at him. At first, Vieri was intrigued, and it showed in real life as well by a small crinkle of the brows.

Why did those eyes seem so familiar to him…?

They all blinked back at him a few times, as if curious as to what he was doing there. It was as if Vieri had walked into a room with someone inside, and instead of being met with hostility, was met with more questioning.

It wasn’t until a deep, bassy, and accented voice pierced his mind that Vieri realized just who he was looking at.

-...Didn’t your mother ever teach you that it’s quite rude to stare? Much less go through things that were NEVER YOURS?-

The final two words boomed throughout Vieri’s skull like a clap of thunder, and as if the eldritch God were lightly lashing out at Vieri for his peeping, a tumultuous ‘POP!’ echoed through the room and a force pushed the two back from the other, meant to separate the both of them.

Salem grunted, surprised by this, but watched as Vieri let out a quiet, low yelp of pain. The man and his chair skidded back half a foot from the table, before stopping suddenly, leaving Vieri completely doubled over with his head in his hands. Salem held his ground, unmoving. He had not expected this reaction, but the force that had pushed them apart had been undeniable.

Vieri's loud cry of pain, however, was enough to make Salem's heart clench in fear and regret.

He quickly stood to his feet, and ran over to Vieri to inspect him. What he found of the vampiric man was enough to stir a slight panic within him.

Vieri was in immense pain, clutching his head as if a headache was consuming him. He felt dizzy and disoriented, as if he were spinning out of control. However, the final piece to top it all off was the trickling of blood from the nose—which only further implied that Cthulhu had something to do in all this.

He tipped his head back in his hands to survey the damage, and in doing so, Salem’s eyes darkened the more and more he looked into Vieri’s face. There was immense guilt for what he’d done to the other man, and it made him wish he could take it back or that he’d have made him reconsider what he was doing.

Vieri's eyes were wide with alarm and pain. They were glassy and filled with tears, and his pupils were dilated from the shock of the experience. However, he didn’t react to what Salem was doing, no matter how his body screamed at him to do so.

“Wrth gwrs, byddai'n gwneud hyn. Wrth gwrs gwaedlyd. Pam nad ydw i'n synnu...?” (Of course, he would do this. Of bloody course. Why am I not surprised...?)

A murmur of soft Welsh, and a sigh soon followed. “I was…I was merely joking, my friend. You didn’t need to do that…”

An airy, breathless laugh left Vieri, which both unnerved and relieved Salem in a way he couldn’t explain. Maybe it was because Vieri was resilient as all hell, and in a way, he both commended the man and thought him insane in the same breath. Either way, it was a sign that he was likely going to be ok.

“Always a first for everything, mon ami…if i could so with Monsieur Ortega…why not you…?”

Ah.

The King in Yellow’s vessel. The one who was so sweet, yet so very oblivious to what was going on around him. While Salem didn’t hate Ash as a person, he despised the Eldritch God that lurked within him, using the man as a human flesh puppet. Salem crinkled his brows and tilted his head to the side, running his thumb along Vieri’s jaw in thought.

“Be that as it may…and how you could even possibly do that, even to this day, eludes me. Nevertheless…you’re hurt AND you’re bleeding. Come now…up, up. Nice and easy…i’ll have Lytrosi close the shop for the night, and i’m taking you home. NOW.”

Salem gently helped Vieri up to his feet, supporting him as he stood. He was careful to hold him steady, guiding Vieri's arm around his shoulder to help him walk. The other swayed and clung to Salem for dear life, for fear of losing his legs in the process, for the last thing he wanted was to either fall or, even worse, faint.

But, he trusted that if it came down to it: he would likely be fine under Salem’s watchful eye…

#;ic shenanigans #;character: salem #;character: vieri #;IC Drabble #steph writes

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