#Black Baccara rose

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Rolls-Royce Droptail La Rose Noire, 2024. Created to a client commission by Rolls-Royce Coachbuild, inspired by the Black Baccara rose, an intense, velvet-like flower that originates in France and is beloved by the mother of the commissioning family. Following on from the Sweptail and Boat Tail, the new droptail will be built in an edition of 4 cars, each telling "a unique and personal story that reflects the ambition, visions and taste patterns of its commissioning client"

[jackkatzz]

A flower for you

It's a Blanket Flower! I got it off wikipedia

I hope your day is going well and that the rest of the week does as well!

aw quetzal.. i apparently missed this when it came in originally, but i appreciate it. im sick as hell at the moment and appreciate the kind gesture and pretty flower.

have one of my favorite as close to black roses that can be bred naturally.

black baccara!

image also from wikipedia

[just-a-space-rabbit]

Black Baccara Rose

(Hero x Henchman & Hero x Supervillain) Supervillain sends Henchman out to buy flowers. Henchman uses that time to talk to Civilian, their favorite person in the world. But soon chaos ensues as Henchman needs to save the one person they care about, from the clutches of their own boss.

Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3 : Part 4 : Part 5 : Part 6 : Part 7 : Part 8 : End

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[just-floating-around]

Not sure if these fit entirely, but wanted to still contribute

Goth flowers appreciation post

[fbfh]

is vampire leo coming back?? also I absolutely love your writing <3

you always wonder that. is Leo coming back? when's the next time I'll get to see his stupid smirk and his hypnotic dark red eyes? his eyes... they're really something else. they're not the bright synthetic red you had thought they'd be, like contacts worn by alongside clunky fangs by actors on tv. they're a deep, deep red, so deep they look nearly black in some light. the kind of red you see in the bottom of a glass of cabernet sauvignon at a dinner party, or the velvety, dew covered petals falling off a black baccara rose, or... blood. not in little capsules from spirit halloween, but deep dark pooling bloood in a vial or melting fresh snow. real blood. human blood. you're in the kitchen of your little apartment, pondering just this. your train of meandering thought is interrupted when you suddenly feel a cool breath blowing on your neck. you jump, startled, and spin around, nearly dropping the glass you'd been washing and there he is.

you clutch your heart, catching your breath while he chuckles at your adorable, very human reaction.

"Don't sneak up on me like that!" you protest, swatting him plafully with your dish towel and he smirks. he just looks at you and smirks and his fangs glint among his teeth in the dim lighting from your kitchen. he catches the towel in his hand eith no effort, using it to pull you closer. his skin is cool to the touch, everywhere except a small part of the center of his palms, and a little spot on the tip of each of his fingers. you've seen what those warm little spots among his icy, undead skin can do. you've watched him light candles with his fingertips and roast mini marshmallows for you in his hands. but now he just pulls you closer and closer, wrapping his arms around you and giving you that look that makes your stomach flip.

"c'mon," he teases, inching his face closer to yours until his curls tickle your forehead and make you giggle, "you know you love me. besides..."

his lips graze your ear, then your neck.

"where else am I gonna go when I'm thirsty?"

[istealpencils]

I just made a bunch of hypothetical kids of various team RWBY pairings

my personal faves are the blake kids, yuki, baccara (from the dark rose cultivar 'black baccara'), and rosco

[backside-into-the-heavenly]

🌿 Black Baccara Rose (Rosa) 🌿

Luxurious, deep red to almost black velvety petals with a subtle sheen, set against dark green foliage!

Light: Full sun.

Water: Keep soil consistently moist but well-drained.

Soil: Well-draining, rich mix.

Temp: 60-75°F (16-24°C).

Humidity: Moderate.

Fertilizer: Every 2 weeks during growing season, balanced 20-20-20.

A sophisticated and dramatic addition that brings elegance and romance to any garden! 🌿🌹

#houseplants #Plants #garden #leaf

[grave-robber-grim]

I know I'm a dude buttt... Give me black baccara roses and I'll love you for a lifetime <3

[scarscardsandink]

real BLACK/almost BLACK flowers:

Black Parrot Tulips

Queen of the Night Tulips

Hyacinth Dark Dimension

Winter Jewels Hellebore

Black Beauty Sunflower

Black Baccara Rose

Chocolate Cherry Sunflowers

Centaurea Black Sprite

Black Charm Lily

All Night Long Bearded Iris

Ghost Train Bearded Iris

Old Black Magic Bearded Iris

Votaniki Nightrider Asiatic Lily

Landini Asiatic Lily

Black Rainbow Hisbiscus

Black Pansy

[maxknightley]

trickertreat

One (1) Black Baccara Rose

[sugarsblurbs]

Omg I’ve been reading your blurbs recently and they are so sweet and cute and just makes my heart go 🥺

I have one idea, based off of a tiktok I saw. GF!reader asking Eddie what the equivalent of flowers are to guys and he asks if flowers are acceptable, when she says yes he says that he likes flowers and like next day reader gets him the most punk type of flowers and gives it to him.

You are so sweet thank you 🥹that is my whole goal to make peeps hearts go crazy with 💗🥹

Sorry this took long I really wanted to do my research….. flowers at the bottom

so after Eddie said that flowers here acceptable he didn’t think much of it. Then the next day comes and you bring him a beautiful bouquet of many dark flowers. He asks with a shaking voice “Oh w-who are those f-from” poor baby boy thought another man got you flowers. “um from me…..they are for you” you say handing them to him. He starts to tear up no one has ever got him flowers before let alone any romantic. Is one flower sticks out to him “What’s this one” “Ah thought you like that one that’s a bat flower” “Sick” he puts them in a vase and asks about the flowers. In his bouquet he had black tulips, black calla, black petunias, the bat flower, baccara rose, chocolate lilies and black pansy’s.

He definitely was freaking out when they started to die two weeks later. So started the tradition every two weeks you give each new bouquets. He preserves the pleads in a jar with the bat flower front and center. Those petals are used for your wedding the flower girl throws the pleads as you walk down the aisle to a doe eyed Eddie with the first bat flower pined to his tux.

[just-a-space-rabbit]

I made a logo for Black Baccara Rose, just for fun :D

[ithelan-ahn]

RP: You’ve Fucked Around And Found Out

And now there’s far worse in Rook’s mind than simply Solas.

After a series of hauntings in the old abandoned Lighthouse, Rook has decided to investigate via necromancy/blood magic, seeking an audience with their resident tormentor - an evanuris who used to be the ‘old Rook’. And by god, they’ve got it.

The new god certainly knows how to make an entrance.

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Soundtrack:

^^ To add to the vibes, he’s very Malus Thorm / Ketheric Thorm / Myrkul / Shar coded, if you’re into BG3. Dusty ass old elf.

🕷️ Ithelan’ahn (Evanuris OC) x The New Rook

🕷️ M x GN Elven or Human Mage

🕷️ CW: Descriptions of violence

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The air thickened. The vomitous stench of decay, dust and bones, like a rotting garden full of fly-infested figs and plums permeated the scene, undercut by the sharp and deceptive seduction of white florals, poisonous, sensual and wilting. The sky above seemed to weep, splitting open and crying, wailing.

It had found its way in. They had sought an audience with it, and oh, dear, sweet gods, the Widow had granted it.

‘I am coming. I am coming. Behold, my arrival, ye mighty, and despair, for I am the sardonic grin of the maggot-cleansed skull, I am the Endless Darkness, The Absence of Light, the hand that mocks, the Eye of Judgement, and the heart that feeds your most guilty pleasure.’

Cerridion, or as he had come to be known with his ascension, Ithelan’ahn, the Thing that Watches, Lover of the Tyrant and father of a new horrific form of undead, Usurper of the Dread Wolf, moved with a precise and slow, calculated grace.

Nine feet tall and muscular, his midsection cinched to unnatural angles, a spider’s waist, his hips shifted in a way that looked almost painful, but was yet hypnotic, side to side, as he inched closer, and closer still - slow stepping and ominous; an absolute tarantula of a man.

His face seemed to warp and shift when he moved, clearly a glamour, all sharp angles, his lips permanently twisted in a sneer of cold command - an echo of the leader he once was. He had been great. Terrible, but great.

And now he stood as a wraith of his former self, and whether there was a lich under that illusion or a blighted monstrosity, or some horrendous combination of the two was unclear.

His watery yellow irises, set in their inky jelly, flashed with malice and envy.

He was decadence and greed personified, dripping with gold jewellery, each inlaid purple stone glinting like beetle shells in the eerie green light, his lusty figure draped sensuously in plum silks so fine they appeared almost as gossamer.

The top layers of his hair, once black as the baccara rose, and now streaked with twin mallen stripes of grey, were swept back into a classically elven updo, and knotted at the back of his head into a pristinely pinned bow.

Ithelan’ahn halted, and leant on one jutting hip, lifting his chin and gazing down the bridge of his nose at the new Rook, come to take his legacy, before him.

The air seemed to grow thicker, almost too thick to breathe, and a low rumble, such as the deafening silence of the void beyond all life, began to hum, vibrating in the skulls of all in that room. All except the necromancer’s pretty new guest.

He stepped into the fray, hands positioned at his sides, but grasping at no weapons, for he needed them not.

The Venatori became uneasy, sensing their impending doom, and began to back semi-blindly into his shadow, but Ithelan’ahn did not release his grip upon them.

He stared directly into Rook’s eyes, the edges of his own crinkling in a way that would have almost seemed like a paternal smile, were it not so vicious.

He began to speak, and despite his golden timbre, his pitch dulcet and gloriously deep, smooth as honey, his tone was acrid and bitter, slicing through the tension like the fell of a headsman’s axe.

“In any other light, there is presence. There is perception. And perception, at its core, is deceit, for all eyes are different. Come, my children,” He gestured to the Venatori, curling his fingers, their eyes rolling back as he forced them to face one another; “Soothe your peers! For if false light is the symptom, then darkness is your cure, for in darkness, there is only absence, and truth. Show your brethren the succour of my embrace, for I am the *shadow* of Elgar’nan.”

Nine daggers were raised high in blind faith. With the swell of the atmosphere, all nine suddenly began to descend in horrifying unison, a choir of shrieks and pleading echoing through the primordial umbra as the disciples gouged out their eyes.

And then, with a sharp and sudden twist of his wrist at his side, each of those cultists’ bodies contorted backwards to a horrifying angle, spines crunching in unison, ribs cracking, pelvises splitting, skulls caving, none of them able to scream evermore for he had leeched all the breath from their lungs, lips turning blue as their mangled eyes twitched and lolled upwards into the tender meat of their brains…

And then he flicked his hand, and they dropped to the floor, most of them dead. Some were still twitching grotesquely with the aftershocks.

The monster took a moment to soak it all in, inhaling the death in the room like the fumes of a fine scotch, and then he spoke once more, readjusting the rings upon his fingers.

It turned its attention to Rook, terrifying in his countenance, lordly - nay, godly - in his mien.

“They were, alas, so painfully present. Your name, da’len.”

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[thereverberationensemble]

(Since my tumblr is being annoying as the crying children fight im gonna tag ya in the post im gonna send soon for the flower closest to elena, cause shes a diva.)

Dear elena was it? Tis seeming like i have found a flower perfect enough for you, i think you'd much enjoy it. The black baccara rose, mainly dark red. If you catch my drift. Huhu~..

~✿

(Either u can search it up or i'll tag yalls idk ,, does a flip and dies)//

I see what you mean, I might just buy a bouquet for myself. 🩸

[iamrupalihere]

The World’s Most Expensive Cars: A Symphony of Luxury and Performance

When it comes to supercars, price tags transcend mere numbers—they become symphonies of craftsmanship, power, and exclusivity. Buckle up as we explore the 2024 lineup of the world’s most expensive cars, where each vehicle is a masterpiece in motion.

1. Rolls-Royce La Rose Noire Droptail: $30 Million

Rolls-Royce steals the spotlight with the La Rose Noire Droptail—a two-seater that redefines luxury. Breaking away from the usual four-seat layout, this masterpiece features a removable hardtop. Its intricate inlays, composed of 1,603 individual pieces of Black Sycamore veneer, mimic the illustrious Black Baccara rose. The deep True Love exterior paint completes this all-encompassing piece of art on four wheels.

2. Rolls-Royce Boat Tail: $28 Million

The Rolls-Royce Boat Tail exudes elegance and exclusivity. Handcrafted to perfection, it’s a blend of automotive engineering and bespoke luxury. With a design inspired by classic J-class yachts, it features a rear deck that unfolds into a picnic set. This car isn’t just transportation—it’s an experience, a statement, and a testament to craftsmanship.

3. Bugatti La Voiture Noire: $156 Million

Bugatti’s La Voiture Noire lives up to its name—the black car. With a quad-turbocharged W16 engine, it roars with 1,479 horsepower. Its sleek lines and carbon fiber body make it a true work of art. Only one exists, and it’s a tribute to Bugatti’s heritage and innovation.

4. Pagani Zonda HP Barchetta: $146 Million

The Pagani Zonda HP Barchetta is a symphony of carbon fiber, titanium, and handcrafted details. Its open-top design and manual gearbox evoke pure driving pleasure. With a 7.3-liter naturally aspirated V12 engine, it’s a rare masterpiece limited to just three lucky owners.

5. SP Automotive Chaos: $120 Million

The SP Automotive Chaos lives up to its name—an enigma of power and design. Its twin-turbocharged V8 engine produces 1,500 horsepower. The Chaos is a hypercar for those who seek the extraordinary, with a price tag that reflects its exclusivity.

6. Rolls-Royce Sweptail: $106 Million

The Rolls-Royce Sweptail is a bespoke creation—a one-of-a-kind commission. Its flowing lines and handcrafted interior redefine opulence. The owner’s vision came to life, resulting in a car that’s as unique as a fingerprint.

7. Bugatti Centodieci: $72 Million

The Bugatti Centodieci pays homage to the iconic EB110. With a quad-turbocharged W16 engine, it accelerates from 0 to 60 mph in just 2.4 seconds. Limited to ten units, it’s a blend of history and cutting-edge engineering.

8. Mercedes-Maybach Exelero: $66 Million

The Mercedes-Maybach Exelero is a grand tourer with a 700-horsepower V12 engine. Its sleek lines and imposing presence turn heads. It’s not just a car; it’s a statement of power and prestige.

These cars aren’t mere modes of transportation—they’re dreams realized, status symbols, and feats of engineering. Whether you’re a collector, an enthusiast, or simply curious, these masterpieces redefine what it means to drive in style.