#The Dark Baptism

[end0r4]

Zelda Spellman, Chilling Adventures of Sabrina | Chapter 𝟚 : The Dark Baptism

[fettfleisch]

at the holy mass in the woods last night. we ate more than just the wind

[fliegenengel]

Angels stuck in wood

[weirdlookindog]

Ernst Fuchs (1930-2015) - The Baptism of the Unicorn, 1950

[rotinmycore]

you are

the pretty thing

that roams these halls.

[sharpenededges]

Alice glass

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Strawberry Moon on SGI

* * * *

“Being by the sea is like a permanent baptism; the light and air hypnotizes, and your soul is washed by vastness.”

― Iain Pears, The Portrait

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[designergf]

october moodboard 🎃 — chilling adventures of sabrina

[flowerfairyboi]

Sabrina: I want freedom and power. Prudence: He will never give you that. The Dark Lord. The thought of you, of any of us, having both terrifies him. Sabrina: Why is that? Prudence: He’s a man, isn’t he?

Chapter Two: The Dark Baptism

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina (S1 E1) directed by Lee Toland Krieger and written by Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa

[renshifter]

Bhaalist baptism

[fettfleisch]

A man can be as wet as a woman

[fliegenengel]

Will you try to reach me even if you can't?

[revelisms]

I've stared too long at pictures of the Basilica Cistern, and now am thinking about the Ministry having an ancient reservoir deep beneath the grounds, used strictly for ritual purposes.

So, naturally, the next fic idea that's hit me is...another ritual.

(There's a theme here, isn't there?)

Long story short: The waters are believed to be sacred, fed from the River Passage at the roots of the mountain, and are the holding place for several rites of purification (along with the storage of the priests' unblessed waters). Only the high priestesses maintain the reservoir and conduct such rites, though select members of the clergy and those within the Papal seat have special permissions to use it.

Prior to their Ascension, the Papa-elect must enter the reservoir for one of the older rites of purification: a renouncing of one's old Life, and a rebirth under their new titles, bound now to no other.

It's not always a peaceful transition. The Ascension can be a coronation as much as a shackling of one's soul to death's waiting hand; the cistern, an old god's hall as much as the final seal for a doomed fate.

The priestesses sense that, some nights. Know that they aren't just a vehicle for their Order's magick—but a white-robed Charon, tasked with leading those souls Beyond.

Even if those souls dread it. Need to feel human, for a moment; let the tears fall; mourn a life that never was, and will now always be.

A particularly harsh reality for one without a clean retirement.

A king dethroned before the crown was even set.

[weather-cluddy]

I rest my case.

[scheunensohn]

let love be your bandage