#dimitra

[tzanos]

The Greek philosopher Plutarch suggested that the human eye had the power of releasing invisible rays of energy that were in some cases potent enough to kill children or small animals. The evil eye is believed to be a curse that is given by a glare that has negative intensions. Any negative emotion can cause the evil eye curse, such as anger or even jealousy. It is believe that the curse itself causes bad things to happen to the person who has received the curse, such as headaches and even a string of bad luck. Wearing a special evil eye charm, also called a mati, is said to help prevent the curse from even happening. This set of work is inspired by the traditional hand embroidered works found in many Greek homes. The intricate patterns are usually sewn together to make tablecloths and decorative pieces displayed on flat surfaces. Many women would pass their time creating these masterpieces while sitting in the streets with friends and relatives talking about the happenings of the town. These naive hand-drawn versions of the traditional delicacies are used to decorate the rays of the evil eye bringing the crafty tradition and the local beliefs together. You can see more patterns at https://www.dimitratzanos.com

#greece #tradition #customs #mati #evel #eye #blue #pattern #seamless #surface #design #illustration #souvenirs #dimitra #tzanos #greek #south #africa #delicate #kentima #embroidery #hand drawn #culture #drawing #art

[broodwolf221]

Happy Friday!! How about "lyrium withdrawal" from the heavy content prompts for Cullen and Dimitra?

aaaa this was so fun /u\ loved the chance to start exploring their dynamic <3 @dadrunkwriting 1899 words cws: discussions of withdrawal and addiction; lightly referenced past abuse

Ever since she’d arrived with the other mages - all of them now, remarkably, free under the Inquisition’s banner - she’d watched the few templars. In particular, she’d watched Cullen.

She’d spent years in Kinloch Hold, and eventually many of the templars she’d once trained alongside had come to serve in the very Circle she had been imprisoned in. It was... always different. They saw her, knew her, but refused to see past her magic. She never knew if it was guilt, shame, or fear that drove their distance, but the distance was no less real for her uncertainty of its origin.

The other templars were easier to bear, in a way. Most of them knew there was a partially-trained templar among the mages, but not all of them knew her face, and to many she was just another of their charges. Some of the templars were abusive, some were almost kind, and many were passive, staring past and through the mages as if they weren’t even people.

She looked in their eyes sometimes and saw herself.

She’d known of Cullen, in the way that the mages always knew of the various templars - knew which of them to avoid, which of them to soothe, and which of them could be approached about genuine problems. Cullen was one of the latter, although she had quickly realized that it was wisest for the mages to take care of their own problems... and to take care of their own, a group she still struggled to identify with.

Realizing he was in charge of the Inquisition’s army had immediately elicited her suspicion. But there was something strange about him, something she hadn’t been able to put her finger on until two days ago.

She’d been approaching the tavern, more to hear Maryden sing than to drink, and had passed the commander going the opposite direction. He’d smiled at her, distracted and weary, and that would have been all if she hadn’t noticed that he didn’t smell right. As they passed one another she’d stopped and turned, frowning at his retreating form as she puzzled over the obvious change.

Templars smelled of lyrium. Mages could, too, although they didn’t have to use it in the same manner as templars. When she’d been younger she had thought everyone could smell it, but it wasn’t until she’d been in the Circle for some time that she heard other apprentices mention it and the realization of her nature began to truly make itself known.

But the templar commander didn’t smell right. The lyrium... it was like a memory against his skin.

The Inquisition had allied itself with the rebel mages. They must have access to lyrium. There was no reason for their commander to do without, not unless they were rationing the lyrium, which didn’t seem to be the case.

She turned away from the tavern to follow him.

After a while it became clear that he was doing a patrol and she sighed to herself; this might take some time. It was strange to watch him in this context, always keeping a fair distance behind him - she was no tracker, but she didn’t need to be, not when he was wearing that big fur mantle and the crowd tended to open up around him. He left a trail of disturbance in his wake and she wondered if he even noticed.

When it became obvious that he was at the start of his rounds she sighed and decided to change tact, turning and going up the stairs to the battlements and from there boldly striding into his office. She might get in trouble if she was found here, but she wasn’t too worried about that. It had become very clear very quickly that punishment at the hands of the Inquisition was far less than punishment at the hands of the Circle, and she knew she could weather anything they did.

Luckily, it ended up being a non-issue. She’d been idly flipping through one of the books on his shelf when she heard approaching footsteps and quickly put it away, positioning herself in front of his desk with her hands clasped in front of her.

Templars always kept an eye on a mage’s hands.

He entered and stopped cold, frowning at her before very deliberately stepping inside and closing the door behind him. “Do you have need of me?” He asked carefully. Dimitra kept her expression neutral, but was intrigued by how he settled more into the position of a commander rather than a templar, now.

“I had a question for you,” she corrected, slightly frustrated by how polite her voice was. It was a difficult habit to break, though. He raised a brow as he came into the office entirely, although she noticed that he didn’t take a seat. Instead he stood on the opposite side of his desk, one hand casually braced on the pommel of his sword. A familiar stance.

“Then ask,” he said bluntly. Still, she could see his suspicion in the careful and quick way he examined her and the faint pinch between his brows.

“Commander,” she began, deciding to be equally blunt, “you don’t smell right.” *Maker*, his *face*. She bit her tongue so she wouldn’t laugh. He looked comically puzzled, then self-conscious, then a little angry. She decided to head off any questions. “Mages can smell lyrium. And you don’t smell right.”

“... ah.” All the disparate emotion fled him at her explanation and now he sounded wholly defeated. As she’d thought, it was bad. “I didn’t realize.” She wasn’t surprised. It wasn’t as if templars and mages often spoke of such matters. Besides, it was usually irrelevant - templars smelled like templars, like lyrium, and there was never any difference. Until today.

And, she supposed, the day she had first been given over to the Circle.

“I’m not sure what you know of me,” she said, watching as he forced his attention back to her with a puzzled frown, “but my name is Dimitra.” Ah. His eyes widened slightly at that. As expected, her name was familiar to him, if not her face.

“You were at Kinloch,” he mused aloud, now searching her face. “I recognize you. You were the one...”

“The templar. Templar in training, that is. Yes.”

He kept frowning at her, looking as if he was mulling something over. Or perhaps many somethings. Nothing of her life had been as straightforward as she would have preferred, so she could sympathize with the puzzle she presented and gave him some time to work through it. Eventually he seemed to hit the same wall everyone did with her and sighed, running his hand through his hair. It seemed to be a nervous gesture. “Why are you here?” Straight to the point, then. That worked for her.

“I had been taking lyrium for about a year before my magic manifested,” she explained. It was a horribly familiar explanation. His frown deepened. “Obviously the Circle did not want to continue providing me with lyrium. A half-trained templar who ended up being a mage? They didn’t want to give me the power to stand against my prior comrade in arms.” Understanding dawned on his face. The rush of pity made her feel nauseous - she hated that.

“They cut you off?” She nodded once, sharply, and he inhaled slowly before letting it out in a rush. “So...”

“I know what you’re going through,” she finished for him. He narrowed his eyes and she shrugged. “I wasn’t addicted for as long as you were, but it wasn’t easy on me, either, commander.” He stared for a few moments more before sighing and sinking into his chair, gesturing vaguely at the seat on the other side of the desk. She sat down and watched him, willing to wait him out.

“How did you manage?” He asked at last, not meeting her eyes. There was something terribly raw about his voice, something that brought her right back to those horrible days. She clenched her hands so hard her nails bit into her palm, trying to bring herself back into the moment.

“I had no other choice,” was her simple, honest response. He scoffed. “It was awful. I thought I would die.” He glanced her way once more, meeting her eyes again. She held his gaze, even though part of her wanted to look down in false humility. She supposed she’d never be entirely free of those urges. “The shaking, the sickness, the weakness. For a while they gave me decreasing doses, but that didn’t make it much better. I still felt just as sick and when the lyrium began to leave my system, it was...” She hadn’t realized how much she’d been speaking or how she’d started hugging herself until Cullen leaned forward with a worried frown. “Sorry,” she whispered, forcing her hands back into her lap. He shook his head.

“You don’t need to apologize. I...” he shook his head again, as if that was all he could do. She supposed it was. “Thank you. For telling me this.” He settled back down, looking nervous instead of worried now. “I didn’t think there would be anyone who could understand.”

“You’re choosing it though, aren’t you?” Her question was sharper than she’d meant it to be and she winced, a small part of her expecting him to lash out - or to turn dangerously cold. That was always worse. Instead he just sighed. Then he laughed, weakly, yes, but still a laugh.

“I am. You must think me an absolute fool.”

“I think it’s remarkable,” she said before she could think better of it. He looked taken aback by it, though. “I was forced off. If I’d had a choice, I don’t think I could have gotten free of it. The fact that you’re sticking to this path, that you chose to do this... yeah. It’s remarkable.”

He opened his mouth to reply, closed it, opened it again, then just shook his head. “You sound like Cassandra,” was what he apparently settled on, and that was strange to hear. “Except, she doesn’t know how it is. The way it gets inside you. The way it becomes you. The strength, the confidence. She doesn’t know. But you do.”

“I do,” she agreed. He worried at his lower lip for a moment. “I know how bad it can get, too. And I... I mean, you don’t know me, I get that. But if you need someone to remind you that you can survive it, I’m around, yeah?” How she wished she’d had someone like that. Although she’d kept herself sealed away whenever the withdrawals hit - and the Circle had wanted it that way, wanted to be able to look away from her and not have to grapple with the reality of the templars’ addiction. It made them uncomfortable. It made her uncomfortable. And it certainly made the templars uncomfortable. It had been for the best that she was kept hidden as she’d been forced to struggle through.

Still. She wouldn’t wish it on anyone.

“I appreciate that,” he said stiffly, as if uncertain. Then his shoulders slumped and he rubbed his face before smiling at her. “Honestly. That is a very kind offer. Thank you, Dimitra.” She nodded at him before standing, and when he didn’t stop her she exited his office.

She did not want to think about that smile right now.

#broodwrites #dadw time #cullen rutherford #dimitra

[apollosgiftofprophecy]

This is a confession not an ask. Thanks to your dolphin apollo fic, I now imagine myself as dolphin apollo everytime I go swimming. I splash around. I lead my potential oracle to safety. The tiny pool has become an ocean and I, the god Apollo. I'd actually recommend it. I propelled myself so far and had so much more stamina. You have my eternal gratitude for this.

HAIL DOLPHIN POLLO

SWIM

SWIM TILL YOUR HEART'S CONTENT

EMULATE DOLPHIN POLLO AND YOU SHALL BE HAPPY

:DDDDD

this made me smile :D

#the oracle speaks #anon ask #the prophet of phoebe(us) #ask and replies #asked and answered #the trials of apollo #apollo #dimitra #dolphins

[nihiliensis]

Έτσι είναι το pas mal;

#dimitra #thodoris #sagapo #magapas #pas mal

[geolato]

I HOPE IM NOT LATE HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🥳🥳🥳 Congrats on aging a whole year!! May your days be filled with joy and warmth and the people you love<33

Hello!!! No don't worry, you're not late! Thank you very much dimitra!!! <333

#your wishes are so thoughtful and im here like :) thanks #asks #yearningsea #dimitra

[naxosandsmallcyclades]

Στην περιοχή Γύρουλας στο χωριό Σαγκρί της Νάξου, οικοδομήθηκε τον 6ο αι. π.Χ. μαρμάρινος ναός αφιερωμένος στον Απόλλωνα, τη Δήμητρα και την Κόρη.

Ο αρχαίος ναός έχει αναστηλωθεί ενώ εκθέματα και ευρήματα της ανασκαφής μπορείτε να δείτε στο κτήριο της Μουσειακής Συλλογής, μερικά μέτρα από τον αρχαιολογικό χώρο.

Έχετε επισκεφθεί ποτέ το αρχαίο ιερό του Απόλλωνα και της Δήμητρας; 

Για περισσότερες πληροφορίες σχετικά με την ιστορία της Νάξου επισκεφθείτε το www.naxos.gr.

#naxosandsmallcyclades #Dimitra #Apollonas #Temple #Sagri #beaches #Ελλάδα #Ναξος #NaxosIsland #Greece #SmallCyclades #visitgreece

[zairacat]

#idaho #idahobit #dimitra

[deathbypufferfish]

All my riches for her smiles

When I've slept so soft against her

#puffer legacy #the sims 4 #ts4 #ts4 gameplay #ts4 legacy #sims 4 #simblr #plgen3 #dimitra galanis #marinella terzi #THEM THEM THEM THEM THEM THEM #RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #someone spent the night.............. #they could not wait any longer #you already know they were ripping each other's dresses off going up the stairs

[moradadabeleza]

Dimitra Borisovich

Bird

#dimitra borisovich

[lillyli-74]

Dimitra Papadimitriou

#art #Dimitra Papadimitriou

[psikonauti]

Dimitra Bouritsa (Greek, b. 1988)

The temple of all the things I have missed, 2020

Water oils and oil pastels on canvas

#Dimitra Bouritsa #upl #art #painting

[tzanos]

Pendeli Pines is a collection of designs inspired by the natural beauty of the forest on Mount Pendeli, capturing its essence through intricate patterns and reflecting a sense of peace and calm.

#pendeli #pine #trees #spring #forest #fresh #dimitra #tzanos #patterns #surface #design #stationery #fabric #greece #greek #athens #illustration #hand drawn #dimitra tzanos #africa #south #african #illustrator #designer #seamless #phone #cover #cultural #pattern #wildflowers

[broodwolf221]

this was a practice piece from a while back, trying to figure out dimitra's voice, but even tho it ends kinda abruptly i actually like it? so. here yall go.

Leliana: I have heard that you are different than the other mages. Dimitra: You could say that. Leliana: Is it true, then? Dimitra: Is what true? [Being obstinate] Leliana: You know perfectly well what I am asking. I would suggest you take this seriously. Dimitra: [sigh] Yes, I was a templar. Well. I was in training to become one. Leliana: And then your magic manifested? Dimitra: Yes. Leliana: And then...? Dimitra: Then, I was taken to a Circle, where I stayed until the Conclave failed. Leliana: And your allegiance? Dimitra: [shaking her head] I have none for the templars who tossed me into the Circle. And I have little for my ‘fellow’ mages. Leliana: You resent being a mage, then? Dimitra: Wouldn’t you? Leliana: You must have an interesting perspective. To have experienced both sides... Dimitra: I guess. It’s not exactly something I would wish on anyone else, though. Leliana: I need to know if the Inquisition can trust you. Dimitra: I mean, I’m not about to turn you over to the templars, if that’s what you’re worried about. I’m an apostate now, too. I wouldn’t even be able to get close enough to pass a message along. Leliana: It sounds like you’ve considered it. Dimitra: I- [long pause]. Okay. So, yes, I have. Not to report the Inquisition, but to reach out to some people I... used to know. When I was young, still in training. I want to know what became of them. But it’s obvious that any message would be intercepted, and I’m not willing to get them in trouble. Leliana: Hm. Dimitra: What? Going to string me up because I want to know what became of my friends? Leliana: Actually, I was going to say we might be able to find out for you. The Inquisition tries to keep tabs on templars anyway, and if you could provide us with names... Dimitra: Ah. So if I provide you with their names, your little minions can hunt them down, is that it? And you’ll pay me off by telling me what they were doing before your people caught up with them? Leliana: We’re not assassins- Dimitra: No?

#broodwrites #sorta. broodbanters. but im not gonna make that a real tag lmao #dimitra

[tusken-apologist]

They say force ghosts take the form that the Jedi feels most “themselves” in

Aka, Méra’s last Daybreak appearance

#star wars #my art #méra dimitra #jedi oc #sw daybreak #star wars the clone wars #the parts of her that do not channel the living force are yellow bc I thought it looked cool

[jaigeye]

Méra Dimitra: commission for @tusken-apologist.

#méra dimitra #jaigeye commissions #jaigeye art #<333 such an incredible oc!!! i loved drawing this so much

[geolato]

You have GOT to stop calling hoseok an uncle I'm BEGGING YOU WHY

#he is the uncle he has premium uncle vibes #asks #dimitra #i mean dimitra have you even seen the man