#stag&lion

[writingsofwesteros]

Tyrion catches stev and jaime embracing in a lonely hall at the late night of their wedding.

They are truly just hugging, stev burying into jaime's chest, both smiling so contently. Tyrion gently knocks on the wall, a smile on his face.

Stev excuses herself and tyrion turns to jaime.

"I don't think I have ever seen you smile this much brother"

"Do you think I have ever been this happy?", jaime laughs.

!!!!!!!!!

[tokumon]

Akuda, the wheelchair-bound stag beetle villain from Fuun Lion Maru

[fortunate-hal]

Ser Jaime Lannister, all in white, stood beside his father's bier, five fingers curled about the hilt of a golden greatsword.

Jaime's vigil as depicted in the Finnish special edition of A Feast for Crows illustrated by Petri Hiltunen.

[francy-sketches]

thinking about him...joffrey's canon fursona...

(this thing lol)

[loafbud-wc]

I FORGOT I DESIGNED THESE LAST YEAR...................

[arte072]

Princess Myrcella Baratheon

“gold shall be her crown and gold her shroud”

[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

[whats-in-a-sentence]

And he led them a great pace over rough and smooth and through thick and thin, till the horses of all the courtiers were tired out and only these four were still following.

"The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe" - C. S. Lewis

[asoiafreadthru]

A Game of Thrones, Arya I

“You see Prince Joffrey?” Jon asked.

She hadn’t, not at first glance, but when she looked again she found him to the back, under the shade of the high stone wall. He was surrounded by men she did not recognize, young squires in the livery of Lannister and Baratheon, strangers all. There were a few older men among them; knights, she surmised.

“Look at the arms on his surcoat,” Jon suggested.

Arya looked. An ornate shield had been embroidered on the prince’s padded surcoat. No doubt the needlework was exquisite. The arms were divided down the middle; on one side was the crowned stag of the royal House, on the other the lion of Lannister.

“The Lannisters are proud,” Jon observed. “You’d think the royal sigil would be sufficient, but no. He makes his mother’s House equal in honor to the king’s.”

“The woman is important too!” Arya protested.

Jon chuckled. “Perhaps you should do the same thing, little sister. Wed Tully to Stark in your arms.”

“A wolf with a fish in its mouth?” It made her laugh. “That would look silly.”

[punkedsolar]

What if I could actually work out how to paint things with digital watercolour, what if I could actually not suck too bad, well...time's up.

[empirearchives]

Pair of Double-Barreled Turn-Off Flintlock Pistols

Jean Lepage, French

Fleury Montagny, French

Early 1800s, Napoleonic era

One pistol is inscribed "Gravé par Montangy". It is very rare for engraving on firearms to be signed by the artist. A family of engravers named Montagny worked in Saint-Étienne, a city famous for firearms production. Fleury Montagny, perhaps the author of the exceptionally fine engraving on these pistols, is also recorded as working in the Boutet workshop in Versailles. The delicately carved grips appear to be made of ebony with inset boxwood plaques. The plaques feature heads of Medusa and Bacchus.

Source: The Met

[writingsofwesteros]

Stev and Jaime's wedding is remembered as one of the grandest affairs in westerosi history.

Halls of casterly rock decorated with yellow, white and red flowers. People from all the kingdoms arriving to it, to pay respect to the kings sister (jaime's rep is also better in this au, thank you our diplomat stev)

Even oberyn martell arrives, though he refuses to congratulate jaime (lannisters are not in his good books) stev is a different story. He feels sympathy for the woman for what the war did to her. And no matter: he wasn't a fan of rhaegar either.

Stev has a lace decorated cream colored gown with golden details. Antler like diadem in her head, hair wavy cascading down her back.

Jaime is wearing a white shirt with a deep wine colored leather west over it. Black pants and boots on his lower half. Looking like a knight, not as fancy as people expect but they soon realize that his choice of wear speaks of his character. Not the name lannister behind it.

Stannis is giving Stev away. Robert would but his words were "As a king it was my permit that marries her off, you can take the spot at the head of our house and give her away"

The older lords don't understand why some of the peasants are dancing around too in a separate hall. But the younger ones and more liberal ones are in awe. "the wedding of son of tywin lannister and the servants can dine too?"

Tywin is smirking with pride. Cersei is sulking. But the married couple is smiling like they are seeing each other the first time.

Not even the arrival of ned stark takes away their smiles.

ALL A perfect image you have painted ! Not even the arrival of ned stark takes away their smiles.

EEK Poor ned!!

[tsalmu]

Reliefs of a bull, lion, and bird.

Reliefs of a bird (vulture), deer, and bird

Late Hittite Tell Halaf, Syria c. 900 BCE

Housed in the Pergamon Museum, Berlin

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

[senpai-tuba]

Painted these 2 amazing lion characters for a commissioner! 🦁

Characters are © to aeonapostle. Art is © to @senpai-tuba.

[damnation-if]

Hi! I think I found a continuity error, I played a female lioness demon, but the description says I have a mane?

this isn't an error! :)

i've talked a little bit about it before here, but everybody gets the same animal form alterations, particularly since there hasn't been any gender selection in the game yet, just pronouns. as mentioned briefly in that post, animals are rarely as dimorphic as they're made out to be, but it's also a lot of extra work on my end and i especially don't like the idea of using a gender selection choice to force any differing content on the player.

(as another example of this, gender and whatever genitalia your character happens to have will also be completely separate choices.)

hope this helps clear things up!

[fergusdraws]

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