#stag's head

[escapismsworld]

An Exceptional Greek Late Classical Silver Rhyton in Form of a Stag"s Head (partially gilt), Late Classical, 400 BC. From the Black Sea Region

The George Ortiz Collection, Geneva, Switzerland

[thefabledcannibals]

“Will and Hannibal aren’t in love/aren’t attracted to each other”

Sorry to burst your bubble mate, but Will busted from fantasizing about Hannibal’s stag form while having sex with a woman.

[getfunderberked]

And it’s done.

[idylliumfield]

“He was old. But not the oldest… although he might have been the cruelest and the most petty.”

[robotbodies]

some favourite invertebrates i made when i worked as a stained glass artist

[kcamberart]

rainbow stag beetle

[13pointer]

the aggression of the prey animal.

Ann Carrington, Muntjac // Karen Solie. Cardio room, young women’s christian association // NBC Hannibal // Shomen Mukherjee and Michael R. Heithaus, Dangerous prey and daring predators: A review // NBC Hannibal // Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis // unknown // Florence + The Machine, i'm not calling you a liar // NBC Hannibal // Boyish, Japanese Breakfast // Emerald Fennell, Saltburn // Sue Zhao // Field & Stream, Man Rescues Big Mule Deer Buck Locked to the Antlers of a Dead 5X5 // Yves Olade, Bloodsport // Samuel John Carter, Legend of St. Hubert //

[fianyxs]

Satoru & Suguru - Love in the dark by Adele

Take your eyes off of me so I can leave

I'm far too ashamed to do it with you watching me

Please, stay where you are Don't come any closer

Don't try to change my mind I'm being cruel to be kind

I can't love you in the dark It feels like we're oceans apart There is so much space between us

Baby, we're already defeated Ah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Everything changed me

You have given me something that I can't live without You mustn't underestimate that when you are in doubt But I don't want to carry on like everything is fine

Please, don't fall apart I can't face your breaking heart

I'm trying to be brave Stop asking me to stay

And I don't think you can save me

[nemo-in-wonderland]

When I brewed Asra's backstory, and included the Stag King as the constant romantic torment of her life (for ther past 140 years of her life, more or less), I was deadly set him being a dakr-haired archfey, all broody.

BUT THEN.

I watched "The Hobbit" with my husband yesterday night (part of it anyway), and decided that FUCK IT.

THE STAG KING WILL LOOK *EXACTLY* LIKE THRANDUIL.

He fits perfectly for how I imagine The Stag King: cunty, serving looks for days, a bit of an ass (help me say "a bit"), ethereal because DUH, we are talking archfey here, but all up in his feelings for Asra (also gonna bring those scars he has in play because fml I can never have enough tragic characters in my roster).

If mother and daughter could ever sit and talk for a coffee, they would have stories to share and advices to give to each other lololol.

I like that the main difference between Aranea's and Asra's situation with their two suitors is both parallel and going into different directions at the same time: Aranea sought Mephisto out, she eventually leaned into his charm and power and fully embraced the corruption he brought onto her; Asra, instead NEVER sought the Stag King in the first place, she stumbled into his dreamscape by ACCIDENT (thank goodness for Hiraeth and her cold iron dagger), and while he is trying to actually have her make a pact with him, she is very much like "NOPE, THANK YOU VERY MUCH, I AM GOOD." (Papa Halsin warned her TIMES AND TIMES AGAIN about the dangers of making pacts with creatures, be them fiends or archfey. He never explained it to her in detail, but that's exactly how she ended up without a mother).

So yeah, this is the Pre-Coffee Morning Bulletin, brought to you by a very sleep-deprived Nemo 😂😂😂

[kollector-of-stims]

My current Squishable collection so far! I definitely know that a blue tarantula is coming next!!

[nightstag]

my relationship with whitney is like i keep attempting to see the appeal behind them but anytime i sit and play the game i realize how hard of a task it is for me to sit through the early stages of their events/interactions. so i end up giving up and shifting attention.

[tsalmu]

Reliefs of Gazelle/Goat, a Deity (Kumarbi? Dagan?), and a Stag

Reliefs of a Male Harpy, Merman, and Winged Antelope

Reliefs of a Winged Lion-Headed Man (Demon?) and a Griffin

Late Hittite

Tell Halaf, Syria

c. 900 BCE

Housed in the Pergamon Museum, Berlin

Source: https://www.hittitemonuments.com/

[mouse-of-mischief]

I want to get a tattoo of one of these sweet little fellows to honour the one I had as a pet during my childhood, but I'm terrified of needles.

[pearlsinmyhair]

𓆱 a dragon will burst the belly of a lion, and a stag will rise from its blood.

an idea post for a possible aemond targaryen fic, the fawn and the dragon

Aemond is twelve when the words tumble from his sisters lips, and no one but him pauses to listen.

Heleana stares into the flames in the fireplace as she utters her prophecy. Aemond has heard her whispered words enough to know that there is always truth laced in, no matter how deceptive the tellings are.

A dragon will burst the belly of a lion, and a stag will rise from its blood.

A tear drips from her eyes as she repeats the words again, and Aemond feels something in his gut turn. In the dragon pit, Vhagar opens her eyes from sleep and hisses a warning to an invisible enemy.

Eleven years before this exact moment, a babe was pulled from its mothers cooling corpse, the tears still fresh on her cheeks as her widower husband clutches her lifeless face to his chest.

The midwife runs a warm cloth over the newborns body, checking for injury and imperfection as the man weeps.

“It’s a girl, my lord.” the woman says, her breath caught in her throat as all attention turns to the grieving Lion at the side of the bed. “You have a daughter.”

The Lion holds his hands to the bundle of blankets and pulls his baby to him, blinking as he takes in the wisps of dark hair on her brow and scalp, the rose petal lips, the soft cooing as she turns her face in search of a mother’s milk.

The Lion kisses his baby girls forehead and whispers a prayer to the Seven.

“Emma.” he dubs her, his voice trembling as he exchanges a wife for a daughter, their lives passing through his fingers without his control. “She shall be called Emma.”

She will grow into the spitting image of her mother, with the mirthful gaze of her father and the calculating eyes of her older half-brothers. A Baratheon mother and a Lannister father make her one of the most beautiful and the most wealthy women on the marriage market. Men of all shapes and sizes, all ages and houses, will barter for her body in their beds and her dowry in their pockets. Only one will ever lay claim to her, and his hold will only be half as tight as hers is on him.

They will be united by fire and blood, their bodies burning to one alight flame. They will dance as war plays behind and above them. Black will lay with blonde, and purple will mix with brown.

A dragon and a lion and a stag. Blood between them, violence intertwining their destinies, palms pushing them towards one another.

The lion will roar for fire, and the dragons will listen.

Red silk flips to reveal myrish lace. A candle flame is snuffed by a sharp exhale. A fur lined hood is pulled back from white hair. A rumor is uttered into attending ears. Mouths meet skin. A cloak is pulled over dark-clothed shoulders. Fingers drip with blood. A scream. A cry. A whisper.

Fate is cruel, and the wills of men are fickle.

Aemond’s chest tightens once more, and he rolls his shoulders back to try and alleviate the feeling. Across the continent, a dark haired girl shifts as warmth drips down her thigh, only to find that the trickle is red.

A dragon will burst the belly of a lion, and a stag will rise from its blood.

Through her tears, Heleana Targaryen smiles.

𓆱

[notyourbutler]

one of my passions is intaglio printmaking. which is essentially a process of scratching away at a copper plate to make lines that are then etched in with acid. you card ink onto the plate and it settles into the lines you created with the acid and then you can print it. it’s a very complicated process and that is a very short version of it. but I’ve been working a series of mock pinned insects that I’m drawing and creating through intaglio prints, cutting out, and then attaching onto another piece of paper raised up to mimic the look of pinned insects. I also use an old school newspaper letter press machine to hand set the common name and scientific name of the bugs. wanted to show it off so these are the first two I made. a deaths head hawmoth and a stag beetle. I’m working on a cicada rn. let me know if you wanna know more I love talking ab it. 🖤

[arainaizevran]

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