(Call me DT.)
You can find my perfume blog, Pretty Sniffies, here!
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Richard Armitage singing a villain song. That’s all I want in life.
You know you want it, too, don’t lie to me.
I’ve surely lost my mind.
I’ve given into to sin
Thrown it all away
Forsaken King and kin
I’ve surely lost my soul
I’ve taken all my oaths and cast them down
Tread o’er them, and dared
to spit upon the royal crown
But, I’ve come too far to turn back now
The bell has rung it’s final toll
No mercy God would dare allow
For one who’s lost his mortal soul
I’ve come too far, there’s no return
I was too weak to look away
To cast aside such deadly wants
To kneel, with honor, and obey
I’ve come too far…
The fires of war I have endured
With blood and sweat, I’ve paid it all
Yet with one glance, I have been lured
It took one smile to make me fall
What man could know that honor-bound
Meant you must sink, tied tight to stone
Than swim with love your heart has found
In one who’s claimed, yet stands alone
I’ve come too far to turn back now
The bell has rung it’s final toll
No mercy God would dare allow
For one who’s lost his mortal soul
I’ve come too far, there’s no return
I was too weak to look away
To cast aside such deadly wants
To kneel, with honor, and obey
To King and country, I am chained
But from her I can’t be restrained
Why live in fear of Heaven’s spurn
Each day without her brings Hell’s burn
I’ve come too far to turn back now
Let any man dare get in my way
Pleas for mercy I won’t allow
Let’s see if blood they wish to pay
I’ve come too far, there’s no return
I’ve no more care for duty’s sway
Chivalric code be damned in turn
This Knight is proud to go astray
((Sorry, Sissy, I tried to make you a Richard Armitage Villain song like you wanted, but it turned into Richard Armitage as Sir Lancelot singing about abandoning his knightly vows to Arthur to run away with Guinevere. My bad.))
My Sissy is the best Sissy.
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Halp
I’m sorry, darling, but it’s already too late. Crack is cheaper. You’re fucked.
WELCOME TO THE WONDERFUL WORLD OF PERFUME OIL. :D :D :D
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Richard Armitage singing a villain song. That’s all I want in life.
You know you want it, too, don’t lie to me.
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Review: Tavern of Hell (Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab)
Sometimes I would venture from my sepulchre to the jazz of night Paris, where having gathered the colours, I would think them over in front of the fire. I could be seen walking through a funeral corridor of my house and descending down a black spiral of steep stairs; rushing underground to Montmartre, all impatience to see the fiery rubies of the Moulin Rouge cross. I wondered thereabouts, then bought a ticket to watch frenzied delirium of feathers, vulgar painted lips and eyelashes of black and blue.
Naked feet, and thighs, and arms, and breasts were being flung on me from bloody-red foam of translucent clothes. The tuxedoed goatees and crooked noses in white vests and toppers would line the hall, with their hands posed on canes. Then I found myself in a pub, where the liqueurs were served on a coffin (not a table) by the nickering devil: “Drink it, you wretched!” Having drunk, I returned under the black sky split by the flaming vanes, which the radiant needles of my eyelashes cross-hatched. In front of my nose a stream of bowler hats and black veils was still pulsing, foamy with bluish green and warm orange of feathers worn by the night beauties: to me they were all one, as I had to narrow my eyes for insupportable radiance of electric lamps, whose hectic fires would be dancing beneath my nervous eyelids for many a night to come.
White gardenia, ambergris bouquet, lavender fougere, orange blossom, melissa, tobacco flower, coriander, ebony wood, ylang ylang, absinthe and aged whiskey.
I was looking forward to this one so much.
Apply it and - nothing. Absolutely nothing. Skin eats it all up. Gone in five minutes.
I’m going to be in the corner crying if you need me.
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Review: Megaera (Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab)
The Unwilling, The Jealous One
Orris, black amber, bergamot, plum and grapefruit.
I’m highly suspicious of anything even vaguely related to orange in perfume oils: bergamot, neroli, mandarin, you name it. My skin has a distressing tendency to amp it so much it drowns out every other note and I’m just not overly fond of orange to begin with.
(Have I mentioned recently how heartbroken I still am over the deliciousness of The Great Sword of War being utterly destroyed by the mandarin? Because I am. I really am.
No, I will not let it go.)
So, I don’t think anyone could blame me for not holding out any hope for Megaera.
…No orange. Well, it’s there, but very, very faintly.
Megaera is mostly grapefruit and plum and orris; fruity with a touch of floral. It’s nice, very pretty; a dark violet type of scent, darkly feminine, highly appropriate for a perfume oil inspired by one of the Erinyes.
While definitely pretty, ultimately I don’t think I’ll be upgrading to a bottle; Megaera just isn’t a scent that I don’t believe really fits with my personality. Oh, well, I think I’ll hold onto the imp, at least.
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Review: Godfather Death (Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab)
He went onwards, and then came Death striding up to him with withered legs, and said, “Take me as godfather.” The man asked, “Who art thou?” “I am Death, and I make all equal.” Then said the man, “Thou art the right one, thou takest the rich as well as the poor, without distinction; thou shalt be godfather.” Death answered, “I will make thy child rich and famous, for he who has me for a friend can lack nothing.” The man said, “Next Sunday is the christening; be there at the right time.” Death appeared as he had promised, and stood godfather quite in the usual way.
Olibanum, elemi, Bulgarian rose, yew, and oppoponax.
*coughs*
I think I was getting mostly the elemi from this; it’s supposed to have a sharp pine and lemon scent, and that’s what Godfather Death smelled like to my nose. It was really sharp, and bitter, and made me both sneeze and cough because it was just irritating.
Ugh, to the “no” pile.
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lotr meme: anything that tickles your fancy [1/1]
These were the stories that stayed with you, that meant something, even if you were too small to understand why.
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Holy scope
Casually hopping over it like it’s nothing
YES I knew I could count on one of yous to gif this! <3
Bunny horse
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