#dittany

[salixtreeofficial]

Cedar and Forrest doing Cowboy Sh*t , both from Dittany on TikTok

[coconutbun37]

Dittany doodles :) (+a bonus Salem and Misty)

[tinyshe]

Dictamnus albus is a species of flowering plant in the familyRutaceae. It is also known as burning bush,[2]dittany,[2]gas plant[2] or fraxinella.[2] This herbaceousperennial has several geographical variants.[3] It is native to warm, open woodland habitats in southern Europe, north Africa and much of Asia.

[choccy-milky]

herbology class 🌹🌿 (from chap 2 of my fic!)

[stabby-apologist]

Scenes I wish I Saw in the Movies: Sectumsempra, an extended version

[preraphaelitepaintings]

Portrait of Maria Theresa Zambaco

Artist: Edward Burne-Jones (English, 1833 – 1898)

Date: 1870

Medium: Gouache on cardboard

Collection: Clemens Sels Museum Neuss, Neuss, Germany

Description

Dante Gabriel Rossetti and his student Edward Burne-Jones were both highly fascinated by the young painter and sculptor Maria Theresa Zambaco, whom they both immortalized in 1870. In Rossetti's painting she is shown by her delicate skin, which shines through the robe similar to an ancient Greek chlamys, in the type of "femme fragile" so popular with the Pre-Raphaelites. While Rossetti negates any concrete reference to the location of the portrait in order to celebrate Zambaco’s individual beauty in a timeless context, Burne-Jones creates a painted declaration of love. Cupid, the god of love, pushes aside the curtain to to reveal the view of her. The liaison between Burne-Jones, who was married, and the divorcée Zambaco was a scandal at the time and culminated in desperate suicide threats by Zambaco. Burne-Jones uses flowers to express the emotional conflict of the lovers. Behind Zambaco is a blue iris, which since the Middle Ages had symbolized the purity of the Virgin Mary. In her left hand the former lover holds a dittany flower, also known as ‘burning bush’ in the Bible. It stands for sensuality and consuming passion. In the prayer book beneath Zambaco’s hands Burne-Jones is citing his own 1865 watercolor "The Love Song". In the painting-in-a-painting a woman is enchanting her wooers by playing on the organ – just as Zambaco beguiled the painter in real life.

[avielex]

It's... as big as their face...

[annacake]

Polar, Rime's oldest brother, and his wife Ithaca's kids are teens now, just like their cousins. Carissma is on the left and Dittany is on the right

[geminibookbinding]

Always told myself I’d do a rebind of Manacled where I didn’t use it to try new techniques I say as I definitely used this fic to try new things. Again.

Made my own typeset and had a lot of fun figuring out what imagery I wanted to use for both the cover and chapter headings

Got to experiment with spine wrap around labels (thanks to DAS’ video) with varying results (the first paper I used on book one was too thick)

Also experimented with sprayed edges which worked for the most part!

Something I tried to do was have the endbands go from red to black and back to red on top when put together (with the opposite happening on the bottom B->R->B)

Overall I'm pretty happy with how this turned out and I know what I would do differently for other projects!

(Completed: 11/24/2023)

[remvs-black]

remus is not all scarred up because his parents and then poppy pomprey doused that boy in dittany after his transformations, so the payback for not being scarred as hell is always having a faint smell of dittany following him wherever he goes

[prairiefirewitch]

Origanum dictamnus or Dittany of Crete is one of the things I’d hoped to forage near Nafplio. But doing a little reading to try to find it, I learned that it is “near threatened” on the IUCN’s Red List and I probably wouldn’t have spotted so far from Crete anyway. So I started asking around and learned that it is sustainably cultivated in small amounts on Crete and I found a reputable seller in an apothecary in Athens. It’s still pretty precious stuff, but unlike the love-struck boys of Ancient Greece, I didn’t have to hang over the edge of a rocky cliff to get it. I’ll tell you all about its significance in Greek mythology, why its included in the Hekate ritual kit, and how to use it in your kit notes. Set your alarms for October 1st at 6pm CST.

[seedsinmygarden]

meet the OCs

ALL OCs ARE A WIP! I will make posts and tags for them soon!

GRYFFINDOR

“their daring, nerve and chivalry set Gryffindors apart.”

Phillip Hans, the Knight

Leon Lancaster, the Heartthrob

HUFFLEPUFF

“those patient Hufflepuffs are true and unafraid of toil.”

Thomas Dharby, the Gamer

Scarlet Fawkes, the Herbologist

Florence Seymour, the Captain

RAVENCLAW

“where those of wit and learning, will always find their kind.”

Cassius Briarwood, the Bully

Peter Green, the Nerd

James Smithson, the Redempted

SLYTHERIN

“those cunning folk us any means to achieve their ends.”

Amoria Dovah, the Dragonologist

Ariel Evans, the Performer

[simmancy]

I always tell myself on the weekend that I’m totally gonna queue some sims but then I just... play more instead.....

Anyway we’re on Gen 5 (D) now

[astroavez]

Oh actually, just out of curiosity, what house is Everley in? :0 I just dunno if I missed that part of her lore or if I simply forgor

HIII!! i haven’t really spoken about her house as much as i should LOL but she’s a gryffindor!! gotta keep that house rivalry going

[simside]

I also just wanted to show off the inside of their house, since I thought it was cute <3 was a premade that I recolored 

[thesweetestofdreams]

black cat confessions

poly!marauders x reader

warnings: patching up bruised knuckles very pg allusions to violence

a/n Times are tough so please enjoy a sleepy drabble with a slightly whimsical reader who will always defend her boyfriends

“Hello gorgeous, where’ve you been?” James asked as you came into the boys’ dorm. It wasn’t like you to be so late, unless of course a portrait got to talking. You could never turn down a good story, no matter how many times you heard it. 

“Detention,” you said. This garnered the attention of all three of your boyfriends. Remus set down his book, he had been trying to read instead of worrying about you, and Sirius ceased spinning his wand in his hand. James sat up from where he was laying on his bed. Oblivious to their shock you dropped your bag onto the floor.

“Detention?” James asked at the same time Sirius said “You’re joking.”

“Yeah,” you said, sounding almost as confused as they were. 

“May we ask why?” said Remus abandoning his book. 

“Well Barty said that black cats were bad luck, which is rather rude.” You fell onto Remus’s unmade bed, arms flopping on either side of you. 

“And how did that turn into detention for you?” Sirius asked as patient as could be, a trait reserved almost especially for you.

You rolled onto your stomach yawning as you rested your chin on your hand. “I told him that was hardly true but he wouldn’t give it up.” You were interrupted with another yawn. “Then he said the worst bad luck was black dogs. You could never be bad luck, Siri.”

Sirius could pretty much feel himself melting. James, as endearing as you were, was practically on the edge of his seat ready to find out what on earth their sweet girl could do to warrant detention. Remus was getting tired just looking at you and he had to fight the urge to join you where you lay.

“Well then he started talking about werewolves and of course he had nothing nice to say and he was looking right at me, so I punched him.” Just like before you were completely oblivious to the shock your statement caused. 

“You punched him?” Remus asked, and despite your tired eyes being closed you could hear the smile in his voice. The boys shared a conspiratorially prideful look. 

“He wasn’t mad. I think he thought it was funny.” 

“Sounds like he had it coming,” Sirius said, fully in agreement. 

“Professor Slughorn was mad though,” you mused.

“Merlin, what I would have given to see his face.” James laughed at just the thought. 

“I bet he went red head to toe,” Sirius added. You smiled in tired amusement. The sound of their laughs made your chest buzz, warm and full. 

“Punching people hurts,” you said looking down at your hand.

The energy of the room shifted as the amusement died down. Remus was already making his way to you, pulling your hand into his lap as he sat on the bed next to you. You didn’t fight him. He tsked at the sight of your knuckles and your fingers were dry and cracked. He turned them over in his hands ever so gently. 

“Slughorn made me wash all of the potion bottles,” you offered in explanation.

James wordlessly pulled a small first aid kit from Remus’s nightstand, while Sirius grabbed a set of pajamas they kept for you. Caring for eachother was a well practiced routine. It was an achingly good feeling to be taken care of. 

Remus spread dittany over your knuckles and any deep cracks, careful never to press too hard. James pulled off your shoes, and Sirius turned down the lights grumbling softly to himself when James reminded him of an early morning quidditch match. 

“You can sleep with me then,” Remus whispered loudly, teasing as he softly wrapped a bandage over your knuckles.

“Now this is just torturous,” Sirius groaned from his bed. James threw a pillow at him across the room. “I’m keeping this.” 

After some coaxing from Remus, you summoned enough willpower to stand and change into your pajamas. From across the room, you saw James dive into bed with Sirius who held the pillow above his head. James pinched at Sirius's waist earning a withering look from him that quickly dissolved into lazy smiling kisses. 

Finally you were lying in bed with your head on Remus’s chest. You could hear his heartbeat thump beneath you, the steady rhythm and warmth lulling you to sleep better than any lullaby. You weren’t helped by the slow circles he drew into your back. 

“Thanks for defending me, brave girl,” Remus said into your hair. 

Fighting a yawn you said, “you would have done the same for me.”

He would have done worse for you, and he would spend the rest of everyday grateful for the love he’s found.