#❝ MEMENTO MORI !

[artschoolglasses]

Memento Mori Finger Ring, black enamel and gold, 17th Century

From the London Museum

[moonlight-dove]

David Benioff, Troy

// Adapted from Homer, The Iliad

[claypigeonpottery]

sold

it turned out so beautifully 🥹

and the plum blossoms show which way the lid fits 🌸

[eeios]

First Dinoël posting ! Those are illustrations i made for my first creator's market, centered around dinos and popular science ...

The Thylacine, or tasmanian tiger, was an extinct marsupial from Australia.

The Quagga was a species of zebra from South Africa.

Edit: I updated the Thylacine art, because the inspiration i chose for the frame was an uneducated choice, enjoy this updated version !

[toughtinkart]

you ever think about how canaan house is probably the most life gideon’s ever seen?

this has been sitting in my wips forever, so i decided it’d be better to post some version of it than let it languish in procreate forever.

edit: due to popular request, this piece is now available on my shop!

[letallthetrashraindown]

@judas-redeemed / Wilhelm Schulz, “All Soul’s Day” / Neil Hilborn, “Our Numbered Days” /@petfurniture / Hugo Simberg , “The Garden of Death” / Ramona Ausubel

[loundervenus]

Evocative masterpieces by Emil Melmoth, where dark surrealism meets the macabre

IG: emil_melmoth

🥀🗡️📿🕯️

[sictransitgloriamvndi]

Through The Fire (2016) - Jean Labourdette

[darklordmittenz]

Today is the only day of the year you can reblog this post

Otherwise they will get you /j

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Jason Limon

[valtsv]

"see your future self with AI" app but no matter what photo you submit it renders into a grave, in a different location but undeniably the same grave each time

[myderis]

savior ꒱ phainon 'n fem reader ᰔ fluff ⊹ word count 0.5k

"Quick, hide me!" you were in a total panic running to PHAINON using him like a human shield as your hands found a place on his back, gently tugging his cape. Although he didn't have time to react, he knew you were in big trouble if you were looking for him. "What is it this time, my lady? You stole another scroll, rode a droma unsupervised, scammed someone, or—?"

"Where is she?" you panicked even more hearing the voice of none other than Mydei and his footsteps that could tear the ground apart, and maybe even your dignity. "Where's who?" Phainon's calm voice carried just enough to sound believable. He didn’t flinch as the prince’s towering frame loomed closer, his eyes blazing like twin suns. The Deliverer shrugged slightly, ensuring his broad frame blocked you from sight as you pressed closer to his back, your heart pounding like a war drum.

"You know exactly who I’m talking about," Mydei growled. His tone was edged with frustration, and you could almost feel his glare cutting through the space between them. "She drank all of my pomegranate juice. Do you have any idea how long I waited for the harvest? Where is she?" At those words, your stomach twisted with guilt and fear. You hadn’t meant to drink all of it… but it was just so good.

Phainon tilted his head, considering. "Pomegranate juice, you say? That’s tragic. But alas, I’m afraid I haven’t seen her.” leaning casually against a pillar as if Mydei’s wrath was the least of his worries. "Perhaps she’s taken to the market? Or gone to annoy someone else?" 

Mydei hesitated, uncertain whether to believe Phainon or keep pressing him for answers. After a long, tense pause, he sighed, not wanting to bother himself anymore.

"Fine. If you see her, tell her to face me like an adult," You shot your savior a silent, desperate thank-you from behind his back. He subtly shifted, blocking you further from view. Mydei narrowed his eyes, clearly not buying it, but after a moment, he huffed, muttering something about “finding her eventually” before storming off.

As soon as he was gone, you stepped out from behind Phainon. "I owe you my life," you said dramatically, your heart still racing. "Or at least my dignity."

Turning to you, an eyebrow raised in amusement. "You owe me more than that, I think. But we’ll start with the truth—what did you do?"

You hesitated, then confessed, "I… drank all of Mydei’s pomegranate juice. I was thirsty! And it was just sitting there, looking—"

"Delicious?" Phainon finished, smirking. "You’re lucky I’m good at lying."

"Lucky doesn’t even cover it. I don’t know how to thank you," you admitted, a gentle smile appearing on your face and Phainon crossed his arms, his smirk widening. "I can think of one way."

Your stomach did a little flip. "Do you want to go out on a date?"

He chuckled, blue eyes shining with adoration, "I was going to suggest you replace the juice, but now that you mention it… I won’t say no."

You flushed, but you couldn’t help but laugh. "It’s settled then,"

"At least for now, my lady," he teased, making you wonder how draining Mydei’s pomegranate juice wasn’t the worst decision you’d made after all.

© MYDERIS. do not translate, plagiarize, or steal my work.

[vwoop-prince]

we cope with humor

[vivtanner]

In you I see a triumphant flame and a poor, immolated heart 🔥

[memories-of-ancients]

Carved ivory memento mori, Europe, 17th century

from The British Museum