#gallica rose

[sanfranciscoltafterdark]

Abuela: I’m so proud you finally get to wear the mantle, querida!

Summer Moon: I think she’ll be the best guardian yet!

Rose Moon: Only because you’re pregnant.

Harvest Moon: Was I not a good Guardian?

Abuela: You were third best.

-everyone laughs, then Abuela begins to cough-

Gallica Rose: Alright, everyone. Your Abuela needs rest.

Abuela: Yes yes, but let me finish talking to Rose first.

Harvest Moon: Yes mama.

Rose Moon: You made me look beautiful, Abuelita!

Abuela: You really made it your own with the dress you made… *coughs*

Rose Moon: Abuela, don’t strain yourself.

Abuela: I’m getting old, Querida. Everything is a strain. But let me warn you before I take a nap: stay away from the old well.

Rose Moon: The well? But it’s never been an issue before.

Abuela: Now that you’re wearing the Guardian’s mantle, you might stir up an old resting ghost if you head there.

Rose Moon: Your old fiancée?

Abuela: That pony deserves to rest. Querida, promise me. Warn our future generations when it’s their turn, too.

Rose Moon: I promise, Abuelita.

[mommybard]

Die hard IS a Christmas movie! Christmas is essential to the plot! The only reason John and Hans are there is BECAUSE IT'S CHRISTMAS! John because he's visiting his wife and Hans because the Christmas party is the PERFECT time to heist the building! Without it being Christmas the movie would never have happened!

- @gallica-rose

A man going to see his wife to try to repair a broken marriage can happen at any time during the year. They're just using Christmas as the reason without like getting into the spirit of the holiday or embracing those Christmas vibes. And Hans could've picked another office party to hit them on. Like Halloween. Or New Years. Or any other social event the rich decided to celebrate in their office.

Not a Christmas movie, just a movie that happens to take place during Christmas. Like the film In Bruges

[wishfulmuses]

Speak of the devil⎯ this is the kid Amy brought with her.

[greencheekconure27]

[mirellabruno]

Gallic Rose (Rosa gallica L. ‘Versicolor’) - Pieter Withoos - 17th c. - via Rijksmuseum

[the-resident-demon]

✨When you get this ask you have to (not have to, only if you wanna) put 5 songs you listen to, post it, then send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positive vibes are cool)🎶

OOGA OOGA OOGA MOOTIE PATOOTIE SHOW N TELL TIME TY BESTIEEEEEE

Luminary - Joel Sunny

Mary on a cross - GHOST

FASHION - Britney Manson

Diggy Diggy Hole - Wind Rose

Souls on Fire - Mad Gallica

[beegirlprincess]

Hey! How ya doing? Had a good day? And on a more kinkblr ask related note, you are *very* cute but i could also bully you sometime, if you're down for that~ @gallica-rose

Hi~ I've kinda been having a weird week so idk lol but Um m-maybe getting bullied could help?~

[environmentalharmony]

Plant Study: Wild Rose

Wild Rose plant study

Wild Rose, Rosa Species I decided the wild rose was a good plant study pick for February, but I promptly forgot to post my findings here. You can usually find content more quickly on the Environmental Harmony Instagram. Anywhoo! Wild Roses, it turns out, are the BEST. The wild rose is the fragrant, shrubby ancestor of all the roses we know and love. The wild roses are the most fragrant and, I…

[reddirttown]

Language of Flowers: Rosa Mundi

In the language of flowers, the flower for today, October 12, is Rosa Mundi, which signifies variety. Image above from Wikipedia. Rosa Mundi is known officially as Rosa gallica versicolor. Over the years it has been called by many names, but the one that stuck is Rosa Mundi. Lovers of Latin know that this means “rose of the world”. Image above from Wikipedia. Rosa Mundi is part of a group of…

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Reference: Roses

Reigning over the flower garden, roses are coveted for their exquisite blooms, tantalizing perfume, and long flowering season.

TYPES OF ROSES

Climbing roses - the thick rigid canes of climbing roses allow for a beautiful show of blossoms on a wall, trellis, or arbor; may be trained on wires fixed to a pergola or series of arches to provide a tunnel of flowers, foliage, and scent in a traditional garden design

Groundcover roses - sometimes called landscape roses, these were developed to be easy to care for and useful for planting in mass

Modern roses - this group, developed after 1867, includes the hybrid tea, floribunda, grandiflora, miniature, and English roses

Old garden roses - sometimes called heritage roses, this group includes gallica, damask, alba, centifolia, and bourbon

Patio and miniature roses - averaging 12in (30cm) tall, miniature roses are ideal for the front of the flower bed or as a container plant

Rambling roses - an annual display of thick clusters of small flowers on long, slender, and flexible canes make this rose a favorite to many

Shrub roses - many shrub roses result from crossing old and modern roses to develop more hardy and disease-resistant selections; can be trained as standards; you can use them in pots to flank a doorway or as a centerpiece in formal designs

Species roses - can be divided into 4 groups by their place of origin, either Europe, America, the Middle east, or Asia; make excellent hedges with their tough, disease-resistant foliage and early-summer flowers, followed by decorative hips; their thorns also help to deter intruders

NOTES

Roses have been grown for thousands of years and are celebrated for their beautiful, scented blooms and diverse habits.

They suffer from a number of diseases, most notably black spot, which causes the foliage to discolor and drop off.

Source ⚜ More: Writing Notes & References

[wishfulmuses]

....Staring up at Eggman with those big ol' eyes.

Protective, hm?

[wishfulmuses]

And if she just suddenly existed... what then?

[greencheekconure27]

Sadly I'm not really feeling the Easter spirit today but I'm making up for it by making rose syrup from the first roses of the year :))

[eveningcranesociety]

Metaphor: ReFantazio has a cast of wonderful characters and in looking up the origins of some of their names I noticed that most of them are named of plants or animals. So I had a category 2 autism moment and compiled a list of them and where their names came from because I love details like this. Tell me if I missed any!

Under the cut for some spoilers

Plants:

Gallica: (Rosa Gallica, also known as the french rose)

Eiselin Burchelli Meijal Hulkenberg (Burchellia bubalina, or wild pomegranates)

Juani "Junah" Cygnus (Ajwain, known by other names such as bishop's weed and carom)

Basilio Magnus (Basilio is equivalent to the name "Basil")

Catherina Grann (Catherina is a variety of white tulips)

Cercis Klinger (Cercis is a genus of plants in the pea family known as "redbuds")

Cirsium Zorba (Cirsium is a genus of thistles)

Joanna Calendula (Calendula is a genus of the daisy family. its members are commonly called marigolds)

Aestivum Forden (Triticum Aestivum, common wheat)

Idaeus Glodell (Rubus Idaeus is the European Red Raspberry)

Milo Adriano Narcissus Maurizio - (Aside from the obvious, Narcissus is a genus of flowers commonly known as daffodils)

Roger Arctium Ward (burdock is from the Arctium family)

Julian Ruta Castillion (Ruta is rue)

Loveless Muscar O'Shea (Muscar comes from Muscat, a variety of grapes used to make moscato wine)

Lina Kayden (The name "Lina" has a different meanings depending on the language. Some possible meanings include: "palm tree", "olive crown" or "flax")

Animals

Leon Strohl da Haliaetus (the osprey, Pandion haliaetus)

Arvid "Grius" Alces (The moose is Alces alces, the only animal in the genus Alces)

Heismay Noctule (Nyctalus, a genus of insectivorous bats are commonly called "noctule bats")

Euphausia "Eupha" Etoreika (Euphausia is the largest genus of krill)

Neueirus "Neuras" Corax (Corvus corax, the common raven)

Alonzo Crotalus (Rattlesnakes belong to the genus Crotalus)

Elphas Maxim Bardon (His name is derived from Elephas maximus, the asian elephant)

Brigitta Lycaon (Lycaon is a genus of canines of which the African wild dog, Lycaon pictus, is the only extant member of)

Fabienne Vulpes (Vulpes is the genus of "true foxes")

Rella Melancoryphus Cygnus (Reversed, Cygnus melancoryphus is the black-necked swan)

Gruidae (The crane family is Gruidae)

Ovis Gideaux (Ovis are sheep)

Rudolf Krause (Rudolf means "glory-wolf")

Goddard Gunnel (Gunnels are a group of fish in the family Pholidae)

Louis Guiabern Charadrius (Charadrius is a genus of wading plovers)

[clawmarks]

Gallic Rose (Rosa gallica L. ‘Versicolor’) - Pieter Withoos - 17th c. - via Rijksmuseum

[candycandy00]

Roses in the Sky - An Original Alien x Reader Story Part 1

In a future where humanity huddles in decaying domed cities controlled by alien invaders, you and your best friend Anna work as make-shift nurses in a tiny clinic run by the young doctor Terrian. The city is ruled by the aliens' violent, half-breed offspring who serve as brutal overseers. You and Anna have always tried to avoid these overseers at all cost, but your life is changed when one of those same terrifying offspring is brought into the clinic, injured and unconscious.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10

This is an original Alien (well half alien) x Fem Reader story! I hope everyone who enjoys my fanfiction will give this a shot! I’m posting the first chapter just to check for interest. Any feedback whatsoever would be loved! I’ve already written this story so it’s not going to delay my fanfics. Just thought I might post chapters of this between fanfics if anyone is interested.

Slow burn, as this is a novel-length story, but there will be smut in later chapters! Also: violence, blood, rape attempts, death of side characters, etc.

The sky was red, and you hated it. You hated more the fact that you couldn't remember what it looked like when it was blue. The whole city looked like it was coated in blood. You saw enough blood already.

You walked along the littered, decaying streets of Gallica with a blue duffel bag on your shoulder. You kept the hood of your gray jacket pulled down over your head and your hands buried in your pockets. Standing out was never a good idea, at least not where they could see.

As you rounded a corner, you were suddenly sprayed with red liquid, and you only dared to steal a quick glance down the alley it came from. A body was tumbling to the ground, and you didn't even have time to see who it was or what sort of wound had drawn such a huge amount of blood. Your eyes had been drawn, in that brief moment, to the pair of black-clad figures standing frighteningly still beside the body. Their bi-colored eyes flicked upward, toward you, but you returned your gaze to the street in front of you and walked quickly away.

Your heart pounded and your hands trembled in your pockets until you were far enough down the street to safely assume they would not stop you. You knew what happened to those unlucky enough to somehow provoke the half-breeds, regardless of intention, so you hurried along toward the clinic without looking back once.

When you reached the small, rundown clinic, you were met at the door by a girl in a nurse's uniform who placed her hands on her hips and scowled at you. “You're late!”

You pushed by her and dropped the duffel bag from your shoulder, flopping it onto a nearby cot. You unzipped it and pulled out your own uniform. "My alarm clock didn't go off."

The other girl stood leaning in the door way as you stepped into an empty patient slot and slid the dirty curtain closed. "Terrian is gonna be pissed at you,” she said. 

You emerged from behind the curtain in a white button-up shirt that was a little too tight and a skirt that was way too short. “He'll get over it."

"Yeah, as soon as he see's you."

You laughed. "You're jealous, Anna."

"Because that perverted freak lets you get away with anything?" Anna asked. She was so petite that even the smallest, tightest uniforms Terrian had given them seemed to fit her just right.

"No, because I look better in the uniform."

Both of you laughed as you laid out your supplies on rickety metal tables, organizing them neatly into categories according to how often they were used. The alcohol, thread, and needles were first in line, followed by bandages, then ointments and creams.

The door leading to the main treatment room flung open and a man with shoulder-length, pale blonde hair tied into a short ponytail walked in. He wore wide-rimmed glasses and a lab coat covered in blood stains. He looked angry as he approached, glaring at you, but suddenly froze when he rounded the metal tables and the full length of you came into view.

He smiled brightly, wrapping you into a hug. "You wore it today!"

Anna rolled her eyes and brushed her bangs, the longest part of her auburn hair, away from her face with her hand.

You pulled free from Terrian and adjusted your ill-fitting clothes. "It's the only uniform I had clean."

"And it's my favorite," Terrian said, then glanced toward Anna. "Stingy Anna always wears pants, even though I beg her to wear the skirt with the slit up the side."

Anna gave him a dirty look and he gave her a grin in return. He looked over the supplies then held out a thick stack of papers. "Look at all this. These are all patients who left the clinic in the last month and haven't returned for their checkups. Next week I'll be making a lot of house calls."

Both you and Anna frowned. You hated it when Terrian made house calls. He was the only doctor at the clinic, and you two were the only nurses. Things were hectic enough with the three of you, but when he was gone, the clinic was thrown into absolute chaos.

"Anyway," he spoke up, "we have a lot of patients waiting already. Let's get to work!"

You and Anna had no formal training, had not even finished high school, but you had both been living on the streets three years ago when Terrian approached you about working for him. He taught you two the basics, and the rest you learned over time. In this city, injured people couldn't be picky.

Together, you and Anna wheeled your metal supply tables through the swinging doors into the main treatment area of the clinic. Cots were lined up in two rows, facing each other, for the entire length of the large room. There was only enough room for one person to walk between each cot, and all but a few were occupied. People were moaning, screaming, crying, or unconscious. Anyone not in mortal danger was sent home after being stitched or bandaged up.

Illnesses were not often treated, as serious diseases were most often fatal no matter what the doctor did, but injuries were extremely common. Blood dripped from nearly every cot in the room, and a few patients were bandaged to the point of looking like mummies. You and Anna had both learned quickly to develop strong stomachs.

The two of you were checking on a patient that had been brought in last night with a chopped off leg when Terrian came zooming past you, pushing a stretcher.

"Emergency surgery!" he called, disappearing into the room you had just changed in.

You both dropped what you were doing and ran after him, then stopped dead in your tracks as soon as you were through the doors, staring at the figure on the stretcher.

"Doctor, that's... one of them,” Anna said, her voice almost a whisper. 

The man on the stretcher wore an ornate military uniform - black pants and a long black jacket with golden buttons up the front and matching trim along the cuffs and collar. The uniform was instantly recognizable to every single person in the city, because only they wore them. His skin was ghostly white and his hair a jet-black mess scattered across his face.

Terrian was ripping that glorious black uniform from the man’s motionless body. "I know what he is, Anna, but he's still a patient. And right now, he's dying unless we can stop the bleeding."

You and Anna hesitated just inside the door, looking at each other and then back to the man. Anna shook her head. "I can't... I can't help him. Not after all they've done."

Terrian stopped and looked at her. At first, you were sure he would scold her, but he merely sighed and nodded. "I understand. Go tend to the other patients."

You watched the other girl leave, then turned to Terrian. He looked at you with a pleading expression. "He'll be dead within the hour if we don't do anything."

You took a deep breath, then rushed over to Terrian's side. He held out his hands while you poured alcohol over them, then rinsed your own. Looking down at the young man, he seemed fragile, vulnerable. Almost human. His torso was exposed, revealing a long, deep cut across his abdomen that was gushing out blood. Funny how his body was absolutely impeccable, toned to lean perfection and resembling a stone statue, but marred by that huge red gash.

The cut was so long, and the bleeding so severe, that each of you began stitching on separate ends of the wound so that you would meet in the middle to tie things off. A sloppy job, yes, but the fastest route to closing the wound. He would heal faster than normal people, would probably be fine in a matter of hours, but only if you stopped the bleeding.

Once you and the doctor were finished, you again cleaned the wound and Terrian began bandaging the patient up. "Amazing, isn't it?" he asked when he was done, "It won't even leave a scar. Not on him."

You washed your hands in the nearby sink and thought of Anna. "It's not fair."

"Of course it's not," Terrian told you, wiping the blood from his hands on a stained towel. "Nothing in this world ever is.”

You dried your hands and walked again through the swinging doors. Anna was changing the bandages on a young girl's arm, but looked up when you approached. "How could you stand it? Helping that thing?"

"I didn't enjoy it, okay? But he would've died. This is a clinic, Anna. We're supposed to help dying people."

Anna stood up and stepped away from the young girl's bedside. "Yeah, people. Not them."

"But he's half human, isn't he? Isn't that enough?"

Anna snorted. "Was that enough to stop those creatures from barging into my house and slitting my mom's throat? Was it enough to stop them from crushing my brother's head under their boots? Was it enough to stop them from... from what they did to me?!"

You went silent. You didn't know what to say. You knew the half-breeds had killed most of Anna's family, but you had yet to hear any details before now. Finally, you reached out and took the other girl's hand. "I'm sorry, Anna. I'm really sorry."

Anna pulled you into a hug. "I know. I'm sorry I jumped down your throat. I just don't want to see you be hurt by them too."

"I don't think he's in a position to hurt anyone right now," you told her after you separated. "He's not even conscious."

Anna looked toward the swinging doors. "Be careful. Even when they look harmless, they're still dangerous."

You nodded, and wheeled your cart over to the other side of the room. You stopped at the bed of an elderly man who was missing both his feet. He was sweating and breathing heavily. You took his blood pressure and wrote the results in a tablet. He looked up at you with astonishingly kind eyes.

"If the nurses look like this, I'm gonna have to get my feet cut off more often," he said with a chuckle.

You pulled back the sheet to check his bandages. "You sure are a charmer, Mr. Renaldo," you said as you began unrolling the strips of cloth.

"Don't believe a word he says!" Anna called across the room, "I told him yesterday he could hold my hand while Terrian stitched him up and he said he'd rather hold my ass!"

Rhoswen stopped cleaning the bloody stumps where feet used to be long enough to lightly slap his shoulder. "You shameless flirt!"

He laughed and looked at the man in the bed next to him, who didn't seem to be in such good spirits. "Can't blame me for trying, can you?"

The other man gave a weak smile and looked away.

"Now now, let's not disturb the other patients," you said gently.

"Everybody's so glum. That's what those damn Pagoda want," he said.

You finished his bandages and patted him on the arm. You bent down and whispered to him, "Thanks for cheering us up, Mr. Renaldo."

The next few hours went by steadily but quickly, as you made your way around the room checking on people, giving out soup, changing bandages, and occasionally holding someone's hand while Terrian performed some sort of painful procedure.

Unfortunately, pain relievers were as rare and expensive as genuine jewels were in the olden days, when the sky was still blue. The only way to put a patient to sleep was to quite literally knock them out with a blunt instrument, which was a last resort.

The clinic was dirty and crowded and in shambles. The people were desperate, demanding, and understandably irritable. But you liked being there. You liked being with Anna and even Terrian, who could at least make you smile. You liked helping people who were suffering, because you enjoyed seeing a tiny flicker of hope in their eyes.

Because you could almost grasp a little bit of hope for yourself.

The clinic was all you had after your parents died. And everyday you dreaded returning to your tiny apartment where hope drained from every inch of you like red sun fading into black night. But at least you could always come back the next day, where you could laugh with Anna and everything else would fall away into dust.

It was almost time to go home, and all the patients had been taken care of. Anna left out the front door, not wanting to walk through the back room where she would have to see the lone patient on the stretcher.

You waved to Terrian, who was making one last run around the room to check everyone over, then walked into the back room. The young man was still unconscious and the rest of his clothes had been removed, a sheet draped over his body. You crept up to the stretcher and looked down, watching him breathe. After feeling certain that he was indeed unconscious, you walked into the empty patient slot you had changed in earlier and pulled the curtain closed.

You couldn't walk home in your uniform, as it was dangerous enough for a girl to be alone on the streets in the evenings, but wearing an outfit like that was a definite no. You quickly pulled it off, then reached for your jeans. But before you could even unfold them, you heard the curtain suddenly fly open.

You whirled around in anger, certain that perverted Terrian would be standing there grinning like an idiot. But you were not met with the smiling doctor, but the cold, expressionless face of the now conscious patient. His eyes, one blue and the other lime-green, bore into you, unblinking.

He was completely naked, save for the bandage across his abdomen, and you tried your best to keep your eyes on his face.

You suddenly realized that you were only in your underwear, and backed up until you bumped into a cot, holding your jeans in front of you. The man’s eyes never left you, and your heart was pounding rapidly in your chest. You had never been face-to-face with a half-breed before, not in this close proximity.

There was a pause, where both of you stared at each other for several moments, not moving. Then, in the blink of an eye, the man lunged forward and was inches away from you. You jerked backward, inadvertently ramming yourself into the cot where the metal collided with your bare back. You dropped to your knees, wincing.

When you looked back up, the half-breed was looming over you, and suddenly reached out one hand toward you. You had seen what the hands of half-breeds could do, had treated many a patient who had somehow ran into one of them. In fact, just today you had bandaged up a woman who's left arm had been pulled right off, like the wings off a fly, by a half-breed.

You curled into a defensive ball and screamed, your horrified voice ringing out through the clinic and undoubtedly to the buildings nearby.