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elden-shame · 1 year
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Morgott & Mohg, it’s been a good while since I’ve drawn them and I do still love them both 😌✨🖤
(Reblogs are appreciated and encouraged)
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lazyroseart · 1 year
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Mohg brainrot is real bros!!!
Again Bloodroses and Thorns Au by @elden-shame
If you want me not to tag you just let me know :)
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Plus a ship kid between my tarnished and Mohg <3
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May I put in a request for Headcannons of your oc's with characters you ship them with?
Of course!!
Prompt: my ocs x canon!
Charcters/ships: Rose Tea x Dark Choco, Fig Brie x Cappuccino, mulberry thorn x pitaya dragon, black iris x elder faerie, and crème caramel x second watcher!
Ship names: blood rose, Courtdate, dragons princess, inky silver, never hunt alone. TW: mentions of fantasy racism, and disability due to accident, mention of arranged marriage(between adults)
A/N this’ll be a long one folks so buckle up!!
Bloodrose: Dark Choco and Rose Tea have been aware of one another since they were children. their parents had a very good relationship. Their parents wanted to try and have them marry one anther once they grew up (only if both of them wanted to of course) but they never got that chance. Rose became the duchess of the kingdom of Tribia. While choco abandoned the cacao kingdom. They met again while he was trying with other members of the cookies of darkness to break into a museum which he thought had something they needed. Rose who was in the exhibit at the time, not knowing who they were or what they wanted kindly informed them, that everything there was in fact a replica. Rose obviously didn't recognize choco, due to the last time she saw him being about 25 years ago and when he was still the young prince, but choco recognized her instantly. due to funnily enough, the way she smelled. That sounds creepy but rose due to the type of cookie she is, smells very strongly of roses, similar to how while lily smells strongly of lilies. Choco remembered a few things about her, mainly her odd mannerisms around other cookies. Choco introduced himself under a false name. Later on, Choco applied to be one of the guards for her. not only to get more information from her, but to see if she would recognize him again. My au focuses on their relationship a bit so that's where I will leave it for bloodrose. :)
Courtdate: Fig Brie cookie and Cappuccino cookie met while he was in law school they started dating during college, then later on got married. They have been married for over 8 years now. Fig works as a court reporter while cappuccino works as a prosecutor. Fig brie cookie isn't actually a cookie, she's a cake, (Similar to Schwarzwalder) she just looks more cookie like, cappuccino is aware of this and doesn't really care. Cappuccino is more introverted while Brie is more extroverted, Very black cat meets golden retriever! Cappuccino is really overprotective over brie due to Fantasy racism. (cakes aren't treated well in canon and that doesn't change in this au) they are an already established relationship in my au :) and play a small role :3
dragons princess: Mulberry and Pitaya get a wonderful start to their relationship, IE Pitaya starts beefing with one of her guards and like any normal princess, knocks them out. They get better I swear!! Pitaya wakes up to mulberry putting ice on their cheek, pitaya is into strong women...so safe to say they start smitten, due to and I quote "She isn't afraid of me, and has a great punch!" Mulberry apologizes for punching them asking them if they are alright, and making them something to eat. as they get to know each other better due to pitaya insisting on helping her out of the dragons valley, they find out she's supposed to get married to someone she hasn't even met before. Pitaya. Doesn't like this. So later that day, pitaya wakes her up, and explains in their extremely subtle way that they are in fact a dragon and they can fake a kidnapping, to get her out of this marriage. Mulberry originally thinks they are kidding, until they show her their wings and tail. Mulberry agrees to this plan, and they pull it off! In the au takes place after this event, so mulberry and pitaya are "Dragon married" idk how to put it, mates? eh, and she resides in the dragons valley. :)
inky silver: morticia and gomez core <3 we love old people in love, and thats what they are! Elder faerie and Black Iris have been married for a couple hundred years at this point, and Iris still looks like she's in her 30s. Due to being vampire <3 they're just very loving towards one another and take on a parental role to while lily when she first comes to the fairy kingdom! Black iris is more reserved, staying behind the curtin, helping him make choices. when they were younger, Iris had just been turned and got chased into beast yeast...she was scared and couldn't go out in the sun anymore. so when Elder Faerie took her in she was grateful. She never hid the fact she was quote "A blood sucking beast" Faerie didn't care though. He uses his wings to cover iris during the day or, has stuff held at night so she can join! Again minor- major role here, since the fairy kingdom wont show up for a while in my au!
never hunt alone: This is the ship between Creme Caramel and Second watcher. Creme was born and raised in the cacao kingdom, her sister is actually caramel arrow cookie. She grew up along side both her sister and the second watcher. Creme caramel was trained to be one of the more ruthless warriors, not to stay in the cacao kingdom but to clean up loose ends after the war. While second watcher became a watcher! After a particularity bad mission Cacao told Creme she could not continue hunting, at for a while and when she got back, she couldn't go alone. Creme, now has to walk with a cane, but her faithful comrade Watcher doesn't let her feel useless, Their relationship similar to Rose tea and Choco builds throughout the AU!
Hope you enjoy, sorry for the wall of text!
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wolfywolfy · 3 months
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Thinking about my Tav, Primrose. If she had ship names, what would they be??
I like to think Druids tend to have a "favorite" wild shape, even though they can turn into almost anything. For Halsin it's a Cave Bear, for Jaheira I think it's a panther/Jaguar. For Prim, it's a wolf. ironically I think she's more of a cat person but the idea is that her wild shape is so different from her outward personality on purpose
So that opens some ideas. Prim/Astarion (the main ship) could be Wolfblood. But also maybe Bloodrose? Roseblood? I'm not sure which sounds best for their relationship 🤔
Wyll/Prim could be Wolfpact. Which is fun bc it sounds like wolf pack. Alternatively, Wolfblade?
Gale/Prim is silly. Wolfweave? Maybe Roseweave. Unsure.
Shadowheart/Prim is funny bc it could be like. The thing Shadowheart fears the most. Wolfheart. wolfshart
Karlach and Lae'zel are a little bit harder. Devilwolf? Well Karlach isn't really a devil so... Wolfheart would already be taken by Shadowheart, so can't do that. Infernal and Engine sound too clunky to be a ship name imo.
Maybe Rosehorn?? Bc Karlach has 1 horn and it sounds like rose thorn????? Kind of a reach. Wolfgate/Rosegate (bc Cliffgate) sounds like an online conspiracy theory. But maybe those are the best options until I can figure out wtf Prim's last name is.
Maybe Lae'zel/Prim could be Astralwolf? Or Astralrose. That's not so bad.
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sp1resong · 2 years
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red as blood and sharp as thorns.
i'm tired so. take a shitty bloodrose doodle. she has a spotify playlist btw go listen to it. i love subjecting people to my music taste.
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umbralrosa · 2 years
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He stood like a statue of a saint next to the crumbling brickwork of the church. The dirt and grime that smattered his clothing did not look out of place. It was in the smallest swaying that the lantern next to his feet sheen in shadow that one could tell him to be more. And sharp were his eyes even in the pitch of night, as ought to be when standing vigil in a world so full of murderous creatures that would turn on themselves as quickly as strike another down. He did not speak loudly, harkening to the ghostly figure that dances through the trees, but his voice did resound so softly by her as though he were next to her. And soon did move around a trees trunk to make that true, a thorny bloodrose toying in his fingers. "Excuse me. I mean not be rude. Please not take it so," his unique voice soothed a lilt or two too sweet. "But must I pay compliment when it is due. You look much alike a goddess even in the darkest night. May I gift thee a rose as fair as thyself?" A rose that would prick upon touch no matter how one may hold it, forever thirsting for more blood.
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玫:
The presence of the other was evident to her, but she did not approach. They; however, did. Like a moth to a flame, she stuck out as a beacon under the moon’s presence. Shining upon her pallor with an ethereal take. Perhaps it is why he compared her to that of a goddess, but it was a compliment she has heard before. Angel. Goddess. Luminescent Beauty. It made her mentally roll her eyes, but her bare soles came to a pause to humor him. He did come from his position at the church to just... Give her a rose.
Which, violet irises looked at briefly, then shifting back to his false face. Staring. Unyieldingly so. Her snowy head tilting slightly aside, like a curious predator. “This rose you hold harbors more hue than me.” she says, her hand coming up from her side. Not to take the rose, but to curl her fingers -- notably the black ‘nails -- into her palm, above its blossom. Red-violet, as vivid as her lips and eyelids, dribbled from the wrinkles in her palm and into the center. It was a blood rose, after all. They need blood to live, yet hers does not fester. It is also very aggressive, and her roses do not like competitors...
The red of that rose and all its evergreen foliage seemed to wither. Consumed. In the tandem that her hand returned to her side, the green faded to black, and the red of that lovely rose was robbed of its warmth. Brightening more and more until it was the whitest of white. Just like her hair. The thorns became more pronounced and sharp, the edges of the leaves like razors, and the blossom became animated in his hand -- turning to stare at him like an eye.
     “Now it holds true to your word.” Fair, he had said. “A blood rose is a blood rose, but never as bloody as mine.” It was true, too. Her roses prospered in any and all blood -- so long as it was human or willed to take what was present. They could go for years without blood supply, and they would move accordingly to find proper anchorage with the nutrients necessary. A savage bloodthirsty beast, but was just a small plant. How much harm could it really be?
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     “Keep it, for humoring me. The next time you kill someone, plant it on the corpse.” she advises, leaving one of her children with the stranger as she resumes her wanderlust.
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sanctumofeld · 2 years
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Black Rose
@bloodroses-and-thorns
“Their happiness is your responsibility, my son.” Wolfgang’s hands lingered over Jungo’s head, his nostrils flaring as he snorted, akin to the wolves he had seen, prowling their cages in the market district. He had always resented the hunters and trappers, wishing nothing more than to take their keys, release the hungry-eyed creatures from their pens. Just like now, his little chest erupted with a sympathy that turned his marrow hot, misting his mismatched irises. His great head filled his small lap, overflowing onto the settee, and he was filled with an eerie resentment for his young body. If he were taller, broader, he might have more to offer his aggrieved friend.
Ignatius smiled at him, placing his hand upon his head, stroking his dark hair back from his face. Despite this, Jungo stared at him with great, amber eyes that warmed and softened. They transformed from the burning moons of a predator to the honey of summer, sweetened by the presence of moisture upon his dark lashes. His breaths had grown deeper already, slower than the trembling, sharp heaving he had been doing just a moment before. He was… transfixed. And all he had done was rest on his legs.
Wolfgang’s own widened, little fingers swirling over his horns, stroking just the way Ignatius had taught him, into the ridge notched beneath the curl. He applied the barest pressure, shifting his grip to rub back and forth. Jungo’s purr caused the whole settee to tremble beneath him, rattling with the fury of an earthquake, and Wolfgang giggled to feel it. The Omen purred louder, smiling at him, enamored with his joy… at being the cause of it. He did not know that, not then, but Ignatius had told him later.
Had told him that he was… bliss. His being there alone made it worth it. Made everything better.
“But how, father?” Ignatius had smiled down at him, brushing aside his dark hair, telling him something his mother had denied every day since he’d been born –
“You, my son, are very, very special.”
He wondered what his father would think, if he knew he was using those same teachings to harm rather than to bring happiness? As soon as he had stepped into the… was it a temple? It resembled one. Great columns lining the walls, leading to what he could only guess was an altar, fashioned from the pelvis of some great, unfortunate beast. He was grateful to see there was nothing atop it, a barren place of worship, but that only meant it was ready to accept whatever bounty might be placed upon it.
There were stones all around on either side of the walk, runes written across their faces, tablets detailing history and death. Wolfgang turned his head this way and that, taking in their many, numerous shapes and sizes. His boot scuffed over the walk below, pausing halfway between the door and the alter. The pyres blazed with an eerie fire, no gold to speak of, but only an ever-burning red melding into the cloak of the night above.
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fellomenking · 2 years
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“Oh brother of mine, what a fool thou hast been. If only you agreed to walk by my side, you wouldn’t have to die now.” — Mohg, upon finding his twin dying ( @bloodroses-and-thorns )
There were no words spoken... Not even a glance.
Morgott refused to give Mogh either of those things... He could not look upon him. Could no longer see the other omen as his own brother.
In the end, all he could do was sigh... He had loved him once.
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Happy 2021
The books I read in 2020 are:
Silber das dritte Büch der Traume, by Kerstin Gier 
Paper Princess, by Erin Watt
the Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, by Robert Louis Stevenson
The Emerald Sea, by Richelle Mead
The First Kiss, by Julie Kagawa
Ash's Story, by Amy Ewing
Broken Prince, by Erin Watt
Sil's Story, by Amy Ewing
The Wishing Well, by Amy Ewing
The Fury, by L.J. Smith
Twisted Palace, by Erin Watt
Dark Reunion, by L.J. Smith
Nightshade, by Andrea Cremer
Fallen Heir, by Erin Watt
Tarnished Crown, by Erin Watt
Shadow Days, by Andrea Cremer
Wolfsbane, by Andrea Cremer
Treachery, by Andrea Cremer
Cracked Kingdom, by Erin Watt
Bloodrose, by Andrea Cremer
Deep Blue, by Jennifer Donnelly
Dance of Shadows, by Yelena Black
Rogue Wave, by Jennifer Donnelly
The Maze Runner, by James Dashner
Dance of Fire, by Yelena Black
Dark Tide, by Jennifer Donnelly
Marked, by P.C. Cast and Kristin Cast
Sea Spell, by Jennifer Donnelly
The Forever Crew, by C.M. Stunich
Five Feet Apart, by Rachael Lippincott
The Meeting, by Richelle Mead
Homecoming, by Richelle Mead
Betrayed, by P.C. Cast and Kristin Cast
Trapping Quincy, by Nicole Riddley
The Scorch Trials, by James Dashner
A Court of Thorns and Roses, by Sarah J. Maas
De Erfenis van Richaes Grenville, Natalie Koch
Een Vorm van Verraad, by Lieneke Dijkzeul
Familiegeluk, by Barbara Sevenstern
The Betrothed, by Kiera Cass
Het Levende Labyrint, by Natalie Koch
Onder de Sterren van Montpellier, by Marina Folkers
A Court of Mist and Fury, by Sarah J. Maas
Hart van Glas, by Miranda Peters
Aftermath, by Andrea Cremer
Chosen, by P.C. Cast and Kristin Cast
The Death Cure, by James Dashner 
Hart van Vuur, by Miranda Peters
Untamed, by P.C. Cast and Kristin Cast
De Stad van de Alchemist, by Natalie Koch
Hunted, by P.C. Cast and Kristin Cast
Hart van Smaragd, by Miranda Peters
Heartless, by Marissa Meyer
 A Court of Wings and Ruin, by Sarah J Maas
The Paladin Prophecy, by Mark Frost
Nightfall, by L.J. Smith
The Kill Order, by James Dashner
Cinder, by Marissa Meyer
Sevenster, by Alexandra Penrhyn Lowe
Zwendelprins, by Rima Orie
Alliance, by Mark Frost
Scarlet, by Marissa Meyer
Tempted, by P.C. Cast and Kristin Cast
Wolfsbloed, by Alexandra Penrhyn Lowe
The Fever Code, by James Dashner
The Maze Runner Files, by James Dashner
Burned, by P.C. Cast and Kristin Cast
Nachtrijder, by Alexandra Penrhyn Lowe
Rogue, by Mark Frost
Shadow Souls, by L.J. Smith
Awakened, by P.C. Cast and Kristin Cast
De laatste dans, by Bes Ceyssens
Cress, by Marissa Meyer
Fairest: Levana’s Story, by Marissa Meyer
Midnight, by L.J. Smith
Destined, by P.C. Cast and Kristin Cast
Phantom, by Ghostwriter
Leeuwenhart, by Alexandra Penrhyn Lowe
Hidden, by P.C. Cast and Kristin Cast
Revealed, by P.C. Cast and Kristin Cast
Moonsong, by Ghostwriter
Zodiac, by Romina Russel
Winter, by Marissa Meyer
Redeemed, by P.C. Cast and Kristin Cast
Romeo and Juliet, by William Shakespeare
Destiny Rising, by Ghostwriter
Stars Above, by Marissa Meyer
If I Stay, by Gayle Forman
Where She Went, by Gayle Forman
Wandering Star, Romina Russel
Anna K a Love Story, by Jenny Lee
The Surface Breaks, by Louise O'Neill
Het huis zonder einde, by Daniëlle Bakhuis
Rift, by Andrea Cremer
Stolen Souls, by Andrea Cremer
Dit is hoe het ging, by Astrid Boonstoppel
Unseen, by Aubrey Clark
Frankenstein, by Mary Shelley
Life Love Books: Advice You Wish Your Parents Had Given You, by Mark Manson
Loved, by P.c. Cast and Kristin Cast
Black Moon, by Romina Russel
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spiritscraft · 4 years
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Magic Book Tag Game by @powderandclay:
1. Favorite book of all time: Thorns of the Bloodrose by Victor Anderson
2. Favorite grimoire: Aradia, Gospel of the Witches by Charles Leland (and Maddalena) (I have 3 versions!)
3. Worst book you’ve ever read: nothing stands out there is a lot of crap put there.
4. Book that didn’t live up to the hype: a lot of them to be honest.
5. Book I’ve wanted to read forever but haven’t: oh my goodness, my to read pile is like 2 bookcases full. Next in line is British Goblins by Wirt Sikes
6. Book that isn’t often recommended, even though I think it should be: Sounds of Infinity by Lee Morgan
7. Which book that I’ve read had the most useful information: Fifty Years in the Feri Tradition by Cora Anderson
8. What book would I recommend to beginners: Living World of Faery by RJ Stewart
9. What book I’d recommend to people who’ve practiced for a few years: Viridium Umbris by Daniel Schulke
10. A niche book I like: Wild Fermentation by Sandor Katz
I tag: @iopanosiris @ioqayin @visardistofelphame @lailoken @themixedwitch @themori-witch
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🚫�� Hey Roman! We just learned that Sune's blushroses are actually imbued with her magic, could you tell us more about them?
Roman: The Ruby Blushroses?? Well, of course they are~! They are a symbol of Sune’s love for all living things, and are connected directly to her essence! A tiny drop of her power lies in each rose~~
Roman: Lets see, what is there to know about them... Well, they're larger than any other kind of rose you'll ever see, a brighter red as well, and they don't have thorns, but they give off a very potent aroma that induces the effects of falling in love~! You start to blush, and get all dizzy and light-headed and forgetful -- and if you aren't careful, you could end up aimlessly meandering around, and passing out in the garden! 
Roman: Ha! So much of my childhood was spent getting lost and forgetting myself in that maze of flowers, I always needed someone's help to find my way out~
Roman: You'd think the lack of thorns makes them susceptible to predators, but the ground from which Ruby Blushroses grow is holy ground, and it inspires the growth of more, different breeds! Creeper roses, Firethorns, Bloodrose... And Amnesiac Roses, but we try and keep that population down, usually. Those are remarkably dangerous...
Roman: ..But, yes, back to Blushroses~ They are a magical flower, and can be brewed into healing potions or aphrodisiacs -- The first time Remus and I took alchemy lessons we got the two recipes mixed up, that was funny! -- and, of course, there is the magical affects of the smell~ 
Roman: It’s often turned into a perfume, candle, or incense to keep the quality of the aroma -- I have plenty of those in my bag! Burning some of that incense makes it easier to reach Mother without using a communion pool, so it’s in case I need to talk to her on the road, and the candles are just for fun. I like the smell of roses, so what? Who doesn’t~?
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elden-shame · 2 years
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|| Mohg Masterlist ||
All based on my Bloodroses & Thorns AU
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To be tagged when I post actual writings about Mohg
Actual Writing
WELCOME, HONOURED GUEST ( PART 1 )
TENDER WINGS ( DRABBLE )
TOUCH STARVED ( COLLAB W/ @THENIGHTMARELIBRARIAN )
BREEDING SEASON ( NSFW )
BROTHERS OF BLOOD ( FRENZIED FLAME MORGOTT )
NO MORE ( DARK TOPICS )
JUST THIS ONE TIME 
MINE, ALL MINE
LOVE FOR BLOOD ( NSFW )
Headcanons
BRIEF EXPLANATION OF THE AU ( SPOILERS )
TIMELINE / BASIC EXPLANATION OF EVENTS ( SPOILERS )
HEADCANONS ( NSFW )
DONG SPECIFIC HEADCANONS ( NSFW )
FIRST HAND HOLDING ( HEADCANONS )
Random Things
MORGOTT AND MOHG COMPARISON
MOHG VS MY WILL TO LIVE
BLOWDRIED CHIBI MOHG
OMEN TWIN AESTHETICS 
SLEEPING MOHG ART
HOW TO KISS YOUR MOHG
SHAMEFUL LOVE
MOHG HAS A HAREM
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graphitedrizzle · 5 years
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Bloodrose
by @graphitedrizzle
plucking bloody petals out of your hair discarding them like compost grinning through turncoat tears as you wither for your amusement
they love you you love you not reflection leering back at you its eyes echoing self-disgust violet vitriol wracking your decaying body
angry weeds overgrown throttling beauty thorns slitting blossoms black venom seeping through roots undone coursing hatred through languid stems
pruning the hideous moss did nothing the black bramble returned your final rose transient fragile in its grace and crumbling as it grew intertwined its delicate thorns with my own before it released its grasp and you were swallowed whole
they loved you you loved you not
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enslavedmind · 7 years
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cold vanity;
she spits blood on my face & i swallow the iron pills, swimming around my throat. all she needs to know is that i’m a dangerous man. walking downtown with a loaded gun, but i don’t know how to use it. my hands reek of vanity, holding the mirror to my body. dressing up to the nines. i welcome bloodroses & thorned kisses. feathers wrap around my neck, just a little too tight to add some blush to my pale cheeks. she knows i’m on top of the sunrise & she’s the six feet of dirt. my name glows from the hollywood sign & she’s a burnt out candle. everyone will know my face sooner or later & we’ll forget all about the girl who tried to break my heart.
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tipsycad147 · 5 years
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ROSE
Edited by Chas Bogan
The subject of roses as a sacred flower is extensive, so we will focus here on their relationship with Feri Tradition.
Feri Tradition has a unique affinity for the rose, witnessed even in the names taken by various Feri sects such as Bloodrose and BlueRose. The former of these takes its name from the Victor H. Anderson's collection of poetry titled "Thorns of the Blood Rose." The name 'Mystic Rose' is used in Feri liturgy as one of the many names used to call on the Star Goddess; in Catholicism the name Mystic Rose is attributed to Mary, the Mother of God. The Faery Rose tree is the symbol for the Axis Mundi in certain lineages of Feri. It serves as a portal through which astral travel and trance journeying to other worlds occurs.
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LINKS
TO ROSE VARIETIES
Black: Anarchy / Death
Blue: Mystery / Secrets
Purple: Gay / Enchantment
Orange: Desire / Lust
Pink: Grace / Friendship
Red: Love / Romance
Silver: Poetry / Class
White: Innocence / Chastity
Yellow: Friendship / Jealousy
The single Rose is, in essence a symbol of completion, of consumate achievement and perfection... the mystic centre, the heart, the garden of Eros, the paradise of Dante, the beloved, the emblem of Venus and so on. More precise symbolic meanings are derived from the colour and number of its petals. The relationship of the white rose to the red is in accordance with the relationship between the two colours in alchemy. The blue rose is symbolic of the impossible, The golden rose is symbolic of absolute achievement. When the rose is round in shape it corresponds in significance to the mandala. -Cirlot
http://feritradition.org/grimoire/garden/rose
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hithelleth · 7 years
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The Originals 4 x 10 “Phantomesque”
Just a few thoughts, so I don’t forget everything.
So, Elijah’s sireline died. Which means bye-bye the Strix or what remained of it, but also Tristan’s torment at the bottom of the ocean is now over.
The Hollow ensnared Kol by resurrecting (presumably, because I don’t trust the Hollow as far as I can throw it, so not at all) and linking to Davina.
NOLA witches, or specifically, the Harvest girls continue to be bitchy. On one hand they were murdered by Elijah, so I don’t blame them, but on the other hand the bitchiness is exactly what got the ancestors and all in trouble so… maybe lay it off?
Freya needed to find Elijah where he hid in his memories to restore his mind that fractured with the pendant breaking before putting the pendant together, otherwise, Elijah would remain broken.
It took combined effort of Freya, Hayey, and Hope to do that, and while it was Hayley who found Elijah – behind the red door, no less – it was Hope who saved the day by saving Hayley and, consequently, Elijah. I mean, the way I saw it, it was Hope’s voice that broke him out of his murder haze.
Alas, Freya now needs a sacrifice to restore Elijah’s soul in his body. Which the Hollow would come in handy for. Killing two birds with one stone and all.
What I didn’t like was the talk about sacrificing Marcel, should they be unable to kill the Hollow
My theory of Elijah being bound for madness or something like that is becoming more and more likely. Ouch. (I don’t want that for Elijah.) Especially if it takes Marcel’s death to revive him. (He would feel so guilty – there’s a reason he hides his atrocities behind the red door: it’s how he can manage to live with himself. Which isn’t healthy. He will have to face and own them eventually. Basically, now it’s Elijah who will have to go through a ‘Klaus’ phase.)
I loved Klaus comforting Hayley and the way he spoke about Elijah (also, the scene where he was talking to ‘Elijah’.)
Rebekah, Kol, and Klaus were after the bloodrose bush to destroy it. Alas Marcel needed a bit of the Hollow’s blood for Vincent to reverse what was done to Sophya and heal her.
So, Rebekah had to step in between Klaus and Marcel squabbling over it. And she figured that Marcel loves Sophya and then gave him one set of thorns and he promised to destroy them once Vincent does his trick.
Also, I loved Rebekah’s reminding Klaus of not throwing away everything he has become.
And I think that was it.
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