#herborism

[shmeddieshmunson]

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[000marie198]

I should be working on my thesis

*spends two hours outlining the plot of Gremlin Sisters series*

[herboreal]

Anyway, speaking of music, I'm gonna post one song a week because I want to. Maybe you'll find something you like if you take a sec to listen. Maybe it will be ignored and I'm just talking to myself, that's fine too. I just wanna post more than just my art. Tagging it timbresotw. This week it's MAMALEEK!!! Avant-garde black metal, amazing stuff. Give the whole song a listen because it is a journey. This is an older album that I recently picked up, "Come and See"- "Diner Coffee" is still my favorite for now, but honestly they're both great.

Also fun fact: Mamaleek has an album out to benefit Palestine.

[werecreature-addicted]

Priest werewolf.

This man hasn’t shifted in years. Devoted his life to his god and learned how to repress his wolf side on full moons.

But one day he meets a new member of the church

Shes so innocent. Such a pretty thing. Oh how beautiful she looks when her eyes look in his. If only she knew how she makes the wolf in him wanna claw its way out. Mate and breed with her.

So he keeps his distance. Avoiding her. Oh and how she is saddened by this. Thinking he doesnt like herbor she did somthing wrong.

Evently she catchs him alone. On his knees, praying. Of course he smells her. Oh how she smells so good.

Their alone left in the chapel by themselves.

He faces her. Begging her to leave but the innocent girl doesnt move.

Oh how easy it was for the wolf to break from his chains that very second.

Later in the morning he will pray for forgiveness for defiling his gods chapel.

But he does not reget taking his mate home and beginning their new life together.

god anon your mind.

the thought of a werewolf hunched over a pew trying to bite back the wolf inside him, the part of him that's screaming to go out and hunt you down. he placates the monster by touching himself. He recalls your scent and imagines what it would be like to taste you, to claim you. He's disgusted with himself the second after he cums. He's worked so hard to be the man his community thinks he is and for it all to come crumbling down over some girl...it's pathetic.

He cleans himself up he prays for forgiveness and he puts on a brave face when he sees you again. his sermons are heavily about lust and about greed. He hopes that he can remind himself that he's better than his animal instincts. but then you stay after to speak with him, catch him when he's weak, praying for salvation from his temptation....

Next thing he knows he's got you pinned on the floor his claws ripping up the wooden floorboards as you beg for him to knot your pretty cunt. or at least your body is begging to be knotted. it's hard to speak when you have his tongue in your mouth.

everything he's ever worked for has come crashing down around his ears as soon as he meets you. but he wouldn't trade you, trade his mate, for the world.

[felt-texture]

rainbow sketch for Nopal & Timbre :3

edit: for @herboreal !!!!!

[i-am-cholera]

Commission for @herboreal !!! Thank you!!!!!!

[mouseinsweater]

happy hollygiving!

character on right belongs to herboreal

[lafcadiosadventures]

Madame Putiphar Readalong. Book One, Chapter Five:

Debby has gone to bed fully dressed, wakes up at 1 o’clock in the morning, leaves for the forest through the hardest route, taking pains to avoid being followed. Her state of mind is still shaken, given how she constantly feels like she is being followed, only to find nothing when she turns. It is true that the strange shadows and sounds in the woods confuse our senses at night, but is it really her perception playing tricks on her?

Also within: gender non conforming couples, hair and fashion as resistance to imperialism, marriage vows, and Debby’s other half.

Debby hears an ancient melody. It’s her Patrick’s voice. Yet, she is cautious, reaches their meeting point and yells out their conveined password: “To be!” to which Patrick replies: “Or not to be!” (iconic)

The catholics are playfully blasphemous, Pat calls her “Deborah full of grace and punctuality”, to which she replies she is “blessed among all women” because her Lord is with her. Love is their religion.

Debby regrets bringing bad news to Patrick, who seems so happy, but Patrick actually already knows what has been happening in the Castle. Lady Cockermouth has already informed him of it while trying to ward him off. In an effort to put him in his place, the countess has insulted him, tutoyé’d him and called him “Pat”. Later Lord Cockermouth himself has hit him on the forehead with his riding crop. Debby reveals her bruised shoulder to him, they both blame themselves for the other’s pain and misfortune. But like Debby says, their fates are entwined, If one of the two’s fates is fatal, it will surely drag the other to a fatal end.

Patrick mourns their careless days. The time for frolicking and herborizing has passed. The time has come to take action and fight for their freedom. Patrick’s speech is of course political. The furrow between them has been dug by the aristocracy. Debby is “one of theirs”, and Patrick is “one of the people”. And adulthood complicates it all. When they were children class seemed to matter less. Debby’s uterus and children are also property of the aristocracy. As adults, Patrick’s caresses become an outrage and a stain, a potential damage to Deborah’s biological capital that must be preserved for her future husband.

Patrick reflects that although they are still teens, they will have to live on memories as old couples do: during Cockermouth’s stay in the colonies he was allowed to love her, study from her books, herborize with her, polemize and quarrel, make controversies on botanical classifications (I am sorry but I love this so much, it goes beyond the romantic trope of linking the lovers with nature, they are huge nerds, and I adore them) learning the pharmaceutical properties of the local plants, planting and caring for some of them together... loving each other, loving their country, its soil, its vegetation. But the Aristocracy has dug the furrow between them, separating them “like Romulus from Remus”, and like for Remus himself, crossing back to Romulus means Death. But Debby corrects him, they are both deep in the furrow and must climb out of it together.

Debby contemplates Patrick, who has started walking up and down under the moonlight, hard at thought. He looks like a spectre, or like the unavoidable picturesque traveller added for scale in landscape paintings. (any time is a good time to make a dig at artistic clichés)

The narrator describes Patrick so we can gaze at him along with Debby. He is tall, blond, has fine features (the description is vague enough to allow for reader input) The only thing that marked him as a plebeian was a lacking of rude shamelessness. He wore simple clothes, resembling the traditional costume of the area. His hair was arranged in glibs, traditional irish matted braids, usually paired with a shaved nape and undercuts, and he wore a crommeal moustache. (a traditional Irish moustache, usually paired with a beard, outlawed by English colonisers who at one point forbade anyone who did not speak English or had hair above their lips inside the city walls.)

Patrick makes quite a contrast in these garments and hair styles. Even to his compatriots, who complied to English fashions and took him for a madman.

But the narrator tells us Patrick had consciously decided to become a living monument to his beloved elders, to times long gone.

Only Debby appreciates this revindication through dress and hair, and she calls him her cooleen, an already old-fashioned word for beloved. (just like the word calignero in provençal, says Borel, bringing the uniformization of language debate back to France)

Borel uses language, fashion and hair to reflect on cultural colonization. He considers weekly fashions trivial fads for sheep to follow. However, folkloric and indigenous fashions are always meaningful, and that is why colonizers take pains to forbid them, to uniformize, to modernize and civilize (albeit only in appearance, while keeping the colonized in a subjugated position, with only a patina of modernity, modern looking vassals and/or clients)

I hear echoes of Montaigne’s Des cannibales in this tirade by the narrator. Montaige quotes Claudianus: “The only real victory is that which forces the enemy to admit its defeat”. He talks of conquests that are shameful for the tyrants. They can only win in tangible force, but the conquered remain undefeated in their spirits. Borel talks here of captive peoples, who are nevertheless free in spirit because they maintain their dress and refuse the colonizer’s language (this is of course not a matter of choice, you cannot blame a people for their cultural genocide when the stakes are so high and the forces so unbalanced. Also, cultural genocide is never, never total and absolute. Something always endures, in covert, hybrid ways...) Language and dress, Borel claims, are the key way in which the colonized are assimilated to the colonizers. It seems naif, reductionist. But he is referring to -attempts of- acculturation, cultural colonization, as current today as ever. From first world powers exporting their mass media everywhere, to uniformization of language and customs applied from within country borders. The idea is to bit by bit deprive the colonized of their autoctonous means of expression. Clothing styles, language, movies, music, art and literature, are all borrowed from the aspiring masters. They emit everything that’s good, enjoyable, trendy and valuable. Dressing like the colonizer, speaking its language, creates a false sense of fraternity between colonizer and colonial.

Another evocation of Montaigne. Borel: “the Irish still dream of insurrection, even when their neck is under their enemy’s foot”. Montaigne: “(...)“if you fall to the ground fight on your knees.” (Seneca) (...) He who while exhaling his last breath stares still into his enemy’s eyes with disdain and pride, that one falls defeated, not by us, but by Bad Fortune; dead maybe, but unbeaten.”

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I have been often surprised by how Borel rejects a lot of the common sense of his days. Here he declares that receiving feminine education was actually good for Patrick. (we are talking of a man who would not have recieved any other education in the first place, but there’s more than that to it. Borel alludes to culturaly assigned gender roles based on biology)(you can skip the next 3 paragraphs about femenine education in europe in the 18th c)

[Feminine education was lesser than that of men in most cases. Although education varied a lot from place to place and from social classes, girls were taught to read and write and mathematics in the 1700’s, but usually did not learn history, philosophy or latin. (i am basing myself on Diderot’s “je” in Rameau’s Nephew and his biography by P.N. Furbank)(but I wish I was familiar enough to go into the Wolstonecraft vs Rousseau debate on Rousseau’s Émile) they also learned dancing, playing the piano, singing, drawing, sewing, reading, some kind of etiquette too. Diderot claims teaching his daughter mathematics, history and philosophy was seen as an excentricity, common sense said it was unnecessary, even bad for women to know more than what they needed. Even Diderot’s wife was against this unconventional education for their daughter.

Rousseau's Émile starts promisingly enough claiming both boys and girls are children, and that it's absurd to have two names for creatures who resemble each other so much. But that degenerates soon enough. He soon lays a strong distinction on how boy’s and girl’s educations should be: women only need enought strength to do everything gracefully. "The exaggeration of feminine delicacy leads to effeminacy in men. Women should not be strong like men but for them, so that their sons may be strong."

An earlier author like La Barre, pleas for equal education for women, claims giving them equal education would reinvigorate the nation. (and Diderot talks of how France, Europe is willingly depriving itself of potential geniuses when denying equal education to women. Even Rousseau admits the few women allowed to make careers have never failed to shine and excel in their fields...)]

But Borel means here gender roles as well. Patrick was educated in etiquette and enunciation as Debby, so he speaks like a girl and maybe gesticulates like one too. He spoke with grace and elegance, and had become discreet. His appearance, percieved as wild, was very much in contrast with very graceful, delicate, effeminate manners. And for Borel this is a positive. In the same way that Debby’s company and education have effeminated Patrick, Patrick’s masculinity has also influenced Debby’s gender presentation, making her a bit masculine and that is also extremely positive in this book.

[This seems to allude to the perfect androgyne couple trope so beloved by Romantics -I’ve seen this a lot in Balzac who takes this from Swedenborg, who might have been inspired by Aristophanes humorous explanation of the origin of love in Plato’s Symposium/the Banquet? -> (soulmates exist because the primitive humans were dual beings. We had no backs, we were a single being conformed of two people blended in one. Aristophanes explains sexual orientations claiming the dual beings were conformed by two women, two men or a woman and a man. But the gods had them separated because these primigenian humans were too strong. So that’s why we are born alone nowadays, forced to search for our half which might be anywhere in the globe.)]

Their characters are described as complementary, Debby is passionate and impulsive, Patrick is usually calm and reflective. This is not attributed to an essencialism (!) these aren’t any intrinsic feminine and masculine qualities. They simply have what the other needs, just like Aristophanes’ proto-humans. Their opposition is also taken to their physical features. Debby has dark skin, black eyes, eyebrows and hair. The difference is also taken to the hair styling. Debby has to be proper and wear her hair tied up, ribboned and powdered.

But they have one trait in common: they both dream and are hungry for adventures.

[(tick “comparison to a sculpture in the Romanticism bingo card”: Patrick turns to Debby who is looking just like a funereal monument by Canova. My edition informs me Canova was first hailed as a hero by the Romantics, but later on dropped because his work was considered too cold and static)(his most iconic work might be his Cupid and Psyche which is very neoclassical but graceful and light, really pretty)(not a funereal monument but this Maddalena penitente seems really fitting, also adjacent to romantic interests and themes)]

Patrick resolves to leave alone. He doesn’t want to tear Debby away from her status and confort without being able to offer her stability. He suggests France, a country of which he has a very idealized, rosy eyed image. He thinks irishmen are loved and well received there. Especially if they intend to work as priests or soldiers. So Patrick proposes to leave first, get a job and have Debby join him once it’s safe. She refuses. She not only cannot bear the idea of being separated, but also has the imperative reason that is the final suitor her father expects her to marry under pain of being sent to a correction facility for women in England. She literally needs to leave now. So they agree to leave together. For France. Debby also idealizes France (we will see if our author does? Does he share the same exalted feelings for his nation we can find in authors like Balzac, Hugo, Diderot, who while being extremely critical, can also write in all earnestness that Paris is the brain of France and France is the Brain of the World? We shall see what kind of future France, royalist France has stored for our protagonists)

They agree to leave in the distraction of Cockermouth birthday party, at midnight. They kneel and exchange vows that are both catholic and pagan, their witnesses are God, Nature, Earth and the Heavens. Debby gives Phadruig her grandfather’s ring. They both thank the Desolate lands for having lent them so many times their discreet shadows. Their moans will never disturb them any longer. They blend into a violent embrace, they do not notice where they are standing any more until they feel the water of the torrent has already reached their knees. This peril only could break the spell that possessed them.

When returning to the Castle Debby once again has the impression she is being followed. But this time she almost certainly is. She looses her shawl, when she turns to pick it up, the shawl is gone. She hears a shot and screams out. Her fear is confirmed: the postern gate she had locked before leaving was now open.

[rhizomehaunt]

tagged by beloved @wurmzirkus :3 taggin @corniart @caelstyx @hauntwednesday @herboreal @baezel2 & whoever wants to do it!

Comfort food: pasta with an abundance of garlic, shiitake mushrooms, and parmesan, also pomegranates or raspberries

Comfort movie(s): pride and prejudice (2005), LOTR, beginners,

Comfort clothing: in cold months: red leggings & oversized black hoodie from a tv show my gf worked on / in warm months: a crop top and new balance stretchy short shorts / always with big socks

Comfort song(s): everything on this playlist

Comfort book(s): the end of the story (lydia davis), persuasion (jane austen), letters from max (max ritvo, sarah ruhl)

Comfort game(s): stardew valley <3

[oknews]

Murió tras derrapar su moto en la carretera Zamora-La Barca

Ixtlán de los Herbores, Michoacán Un joven que conducía su motocicleta perdió el control y derrapó perdiendo la vida, en la carretera Zamora – La Barca a la altura del kilómetro 29+500. El accidente se registró la madrugada de hoy, cuando automovilistas reportaron el accidente al personal de Protección Civil Municipal. Al sitio llegaron los socorristas que encontraron tirado al hombre junto con…

[borispfeiffer]

Größtes Lob

// von Boris Pfeiffer // Wir sehen das Auto auf dem Parkplatz und bleiben zeitgleich stehen. Ein hellblauer Schrottporsche, beklebt mit Rennstreifen, Feuerwolken, Zahlen und Flammen. Wir zücken beide das Handy für ein Foto. "Großartig", sage ich. "That's insaaaaaane", stößt er inbrünstig herbor, "I've done that shit!!!" © Boris Pfeiffer // Der Verlag Akademie der Abenteuer wurde Ende 2020 gegründet. Hier fanden zunächst Kinderbücher ein neues Zuhause, die sonst aus dem Buchhandel verschwunden wären. Dies ermöglicht den Autorinnen und Autoren ihre Bücher auch weiterhin bei Lesungen vorzustellen und ihre Backlist zu pflegen. Schritt für Schritt kamen dann Neuveröffentlichungen hinzu. Seitdem sind über 50 Bücher von mehr als 20 Autorinnen und Autoren aus vielen Teilen der Welt erschienen –  zweimal hochgelobt von Elke Heidenreich. Alle Bücher des Verlags lassen sich finden im Überblick. Boris Pfeiffer ist einer der meistgelesenen Kinderbuchautoren Deutschlands. Er schrieb zum Beispiel die von Kindern und Erwachsenen gleichermaßen als einzigartig gelobte historisch-fantastische Zeitreisensaga ‚Akademie der Abenteuer‘, wie auch über 100 Bände für die beliebte Kinderbuchreihe ‚Drei ??? Kids‘. Von ihm stammen ‚Celfie und die Unvollkommenen‘, ‚Die Unsichtbar-Affen oder ‚Das wilde Pack‘. Er ist der Gründer des Verlags Akademie der Abenteuer. Zuletzt erschienen dort von ihm zusammen mit der in Australien lebenden Malerin Michèle Meister die Gedicht- und Bildbände für Erwachsene „Nicht aus Adams Rippe“ und „Mitten im Leben“. Ausstellungen mit den Bildern und Gedichten finden zur Zeit in der Egon-Erwin-Kisch Bibliothek in Berlin und ab Februar 2025 in der Bibliothek Zeuthen statt. Von Kindern mit großer Aufmerksamkeit gelesen wird seine neue vierbändige Ozean-Geschichte SURVIVORS, die von einem Schwarm bunt zusammengewürfelter Fische erzählt, deren gemeinsames Ziel es ist, den Klimawandel zu überleben. Sein Roman „Feuer, Erde, Wasser, Sturm – Zum Überleben brauchst du alle Sinne“ wurde in der Süddeutschen Zeitung als eines der zehn besten Jugendbücher des Jahres 2023 gewählt. // Lesen Sie den ganzen Artikel

[babyheroeclipseweasel]

Pirámides. Herbor. Macetas. Ligas. Fences. Lunas. Time. Space. Motion.

Luis Sánchez Ramírez. 2023.

[imakemywings]

#Also WHAT is the significance of Ashe sharing a name with the dude from folklore who killed his kemmering? 

Answering my own question (?) under the cut (because I know people are following me who haven’t finished the book)

Does it have to do with outliving their kemmering and being grief-stricken about it? Berosty ended up hanging themselves after Herbor’s death--but also Berosty was responsible for Herbor’s death. I can’t immediately think of any other parallels.

Turning Ashe and Therem in my head because they’re one of those fascinating relationships to me where love just wasn’t enough.

Obviously Ashe loves Therem a lot and even three years after they split is willing to basically give up everything and follow them into exile. Even when Therem tells Ashe that Ashe owes them nothing, Ashe persists in trying to help Therem in a way they’ll accept.

And obviously Therem never loved Ashe the way Ashe loved Therem.

But Therem didn’t feel nothing for them! They vowed kemmering! They were together for seven years! They have two kids! That was not something Therem was expected to do–in fact, it was prohibited. But they did it anyway. And I think Ashe’s severing of their vow did hurt. The fact that Therem mentions it at all during what is presumed to be the last time they’ll see each other–even though Therem immediately follows it up with “but it wasn’t a real vow so you didn’t do anything wrong”–suggests to me that it did hurt them, at least a little.

Therem says “Ashe’s love had always forced me to act against my heart.” (One Way into Orgoreyn) That is not something you say of someone you don’t care about. I think Therem did love Ashe, but was not in love with Ashe.

And that makes me wonder–did Ashe know? They must, right? They must know that Therem’s heart did and always would belong to Arek. And if they knew–did that knowledge eventually push them to join the Foretellers? They specifically join as a celibate–which means they will not kemmer with anyone after leaving Therem. Which has to also weigh on Therem’s conscience–that Ashe broke their vow because Therem couldn’t love them the way Ashe needed Therem to.

We get basically no information about Therem’s relationship with their and Ashe’s two children. Therem says the children were raised in Ashe’s home hearth, but it  seems to be implied that Therem does not have a relationship with them. While Therem repeatedly thinks of the child they bore, they never think of the two they sired with Ashe. Did they ever have a relationship? Was there a time they all lived together? There’s no indication Therem ever contacts their two children with Ashe and we never see the children in the narrative.

Obviously Therem was carrying a lot of trauma about Arek and Sorve and Estre–and I do think they loved Ashe, in whatever way they were capable of–but I think they also were not great with their second family. 

[dlie-reblogs]

🌿🌲🌱Pines Pines Pines 🌱🌲🌿 #EhlrichPines #EhlrichOfThePines #pines #pineswizard #dnd #dnd5e #DonjonAndDragon #dndwizard #wizard #herborism #plants #gardener #freckles #faces #characterdesign #oc #originalcharacter #5eedition #witchcraft

[goatshrine-art]

Herboreal is an artist I discovered and met recently through Twitter. Her work calls like an ancient spell of witchcraft old, drawing influence from the occult and intertwining it with plants and nature to truly evoke The Green Witch. She is a passionate witch herself with an interest in herbalism and I can tell her work is deeply personal and created with a lot of love.

Among my favorites are her digital pieces which achieve a stunning sense of lighting and atmosphere. With a palette of earthy tones and muted -, they almost give off a nostalgic feeling - like looking into a magical world, beyond a thin veil and just out of reach.

Alongside her illustrations, she also creates intricately designed pins and patches in her shop (which I have just bought from!) each with beautiful and aesthetically pleasing designs. As well as an all manner of plants and creatures, she also has a whole collection focusing on disability and chronic illness pride.

I highly recommend that you check out and support her work if you are looking for lovingly made crafts and of course, gorgeous occult art with a naturalistic approach. ✸ Website | Twitter | Instagram ✸