folk say roses of remembrance grows
only in the most fertil soil of this world
they say it carries a powerful energy
that can lift curses and craft spells
they say once it is picked
if who ever did it is in love
if he gaves it to his love
the rose will never die
folk is contraditory
they say nothing is forever
so what makes love an exception?
the flower can die if the love dies
the flower can be eternal if the love is eternal
it is a very romantic story from folk
it is well known through elfs too
because for them it is real
but if it is
where can I find it
where can I find myself
how can I make you remember
about how much you loved me
So … sigh. I made the mistake of looking at a thread about the Triss vs Yennefer dilemma. I generally avoid those, because they’re always full of misogynistic guys who hate Yennefer and don’t understand her and feel the need to rant about how terrible she is.
I call Yennefer haters misogynistic, because they only hate her because they expect a woman to be a weak, damsel-in-distress who isn’t allowed to have sex with anyone other than Geralt – despite the fact that Geralt has been cheating on her for, like, forty years or something.
User: Tuxedo Mask/Prince Endymion/Moonlight Knight First appearance: Episode 1 Last appearance: Episode 168 Status: In use.
Tuxedo Mask never used roses as a weapon in the manga.
These roses could pierce almost any surface.
When under Queen Metalia’s influence, Tuxedo Mask’s roses turned black. Black roses do not exist in nature. Hybridizers do try to create ones that appear black (i.e., dark red and dark purple), though. Others make them black by soaking the petals in ink.
Moonlight Knight’s roses were white. It is believed that white roses represent remembrance and purity.
While the last time Tuxedo Mask used a rose was in episode 168, Seiya did throw one in a similar manner in episode 194.
Hey guys and gals, its rant time again! Or rather, more a rant than the previous story but whatever let’s just get through this.
So, I’ve been hearing people talking about Triss again, the one who’s oh-so-sweet and nice and would never be “bitchy” like Yennefer, because if there’s something people can’t get past it’s justifying that their own choice is better than other people’s choices and they have to be right and prove they’re right through brute force. So, let’s take a look at some facts, and for funsies I’m going to be using the lore present within the video games as opposed to sticking with the books as well since goddamn people just love to come up with the justification that the books don’t count even though the games continue the story that the saga finished (which I could rant over in and of itself, but now’s not the place).
Born in a small Italian town in 1932, Eco is perhaps best
known for his 1980 mystery novel The Name
of the Rose, which is set in a monastery in the 14th century. It was an
unexpected international bestseller, launching his career as an author.
Just imagine that Giorno goes with his father to visit modern day England, and DIO can't help but comment on how his country has changed in a century.
I like to think of an AU where Dio, with his mysterious cache of riches, has manors in places just to have them. It comes in handy if he needs to hop cities and still have this completely intimidating, unapproachable demeanor. A villa in Italy with its own orchard. A victorian manor hidden away in a small but affluent English town. Maybe he’s got a nice house in Norway or Iceland because ‘fuck it, three hours of daylight means twenty-one hours of Dio Time’.
Either way, England would be different but familiar. The slums he once knew, gutted and gone, almost completely. Shabby buildings in some places, sure, but infinitely nicer and downright hospitable than what he remembers. The landmarks at least remain, but even how recognizable they are, they’re still meaningless to him.
He expected the graveyards from his time to be torn up, dug up, and built over, but by some shred of a miracle, his father’s bones stay in the same place, as did his mother’s. The headstones are nearly too worn to read by now, but he remembers the placement. But only barely.
Giorno sinks his fingers into the earth of his grandmother’s grave and springs up zinnias (in remembrance), deep crimson roses (in mourning), and white poppies (grief).