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roehenstart · 2 months

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Saint Casimir (1458-1484), prince and patron saint of Poland. Attributed to Agostino Masucci.

He was the third child and the second son of the King of Poland and Grand Duke of Lithuania Casimir IV and Queen Elisabeth Habsburg of Austria.

#agostino masucci #saint casimir #saints #catholic church #patron saint #kingdom of poland #Korona Królestwa Polskiego #Królestwo Polskie #Jagiellonian dynasty #Jagiellonowie

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unhonestlymirror · 2 months

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I love it when they do exhibitions of children's art, you can always find something genius there

#especially the last photo number 4 hahahshxhxh #I'm in your walls (c)#Lithuania #Lithuanian art #saint casimir #number 12 is like: me and the bestie

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atypikal-life · 1 month

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Saint Casimir

Un voyage sur l'océan de la vie Saint Casimir #Art #Atypikal #Autisme #Avril #Chillout #Funambulistière #Furetière #Life #Lifestyle #Malongo #Musée #Music #News #Ocean #Photo #Starbucks #Youtube https://youtu.be/WMsbXT19MAs

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balkanparamo · 9 months

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Diana, the Huntress, Gaston Casimir Saint-Pierre, 1833-1916, oil on canvas

#art #painting #diana #gaston saint pierre #gaston casimir #greek mythology

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artthatgivesmefeelings · 9 months

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Gaston Casimir Saint-Pierre (French, 1833-1916) Diana and Actaeon, n.d.

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ask-the-hws-immigrants · 5 months

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To Lovino and Tolys:

Any Saints you guys have a particular devotion to?

Tolys: I'm not terribly religious, but there is a certain comfort in having someone looking out for you.

**Contextual Note, TW for brief mention of sexual assault and torture:

Just a brief overview of the saints Lovino and Tolys mentioned. St. Agatha of Sicily was a Christian noblewoman who was killed during the Decian persecutions. She made a religious vow of chastity that a Roman prefect attempted to break. As punishment for rejecting him she was imprisoned and forced to "work" in a brothel. When this did not break her, she was tortured, most notably by having her breasts ripped off with hot tongs. This is why she is often depicted in art with tongs or presenting her breasts. A miraculous earthquake prevented her execution and supposedly St. Peter appeared to her and healed her wounds, but she eventually died in prison of unknown causes. Among other things, she is the patron saint of victims of torture, rape victims, breast cancer patients, fires, earthquakes, and volcanic eruptions (particularly from Mt. Etna). As Lovino mentioned, she is the patron of Sicily, as well as the Sicilian city of Catania.

St. Christopher was also killed during the Decian persecutions. According to legend, he traveled to find a king who claimed great power, only to find he feared the devil. When he found a marauder who claimed to be the devil, he found that this criminal feared Christ. Learning this, he chose to become Christian and serve people by helping them cross a dangerous river. In doing this, he helped a small child across the river who was much heavier than he anticipated, and almost died in the process. After crossing, the child revealed himself to be an apparition of Christ, pleased with his work. Christopher was eventually beheaded after travelling to Lycia to help his fellow Christians. Among other things, he is the patron saint of travelers, transportation, bachelors, athletics, and storms. As Tolys mentioned, he is the patron of Vilnius, Lithuania's capital (Riga as well!)

#hetalia #historical hetalia #hws romano #hws lithuania #aph romano #aph lithuania #hetalia ask blog #ask #cw religion #i chose st christopher for tolys bc lithuania's patron saint (st casimir) is just not someone i would see him choosing for himself #similar thing for lovino st francis is cool but also he'd probably go for someone more regionally specific #esp bc unification was so recent at this point and st francis seems more feliciano's vibe #plus who doesn't love st agatha she's a badass

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fleurdemaiko · 2 months

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diana and actaeon

by gaston casimir saint-pierre (1833-1916)

#gaston casimir saint-pierre #art #artwork #painting #oil painting #light academia #light academia aesthetic #roman mythology #romanticism #beige aesthetic #soft aesthetic #diana #actaeon #artemis

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stigmatam4rtyr · 9 months

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Diana the Huntress (19th century, oil on canvas) | Gaston Casimir Saint-Pierre

#art #fine art #painting #oil painting #19th century #diana the huntress #gaston casimir Saint-pierre #aesthetic #light #mythological painting #dogs

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psikonauti · 2 years

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Gaston Casimir Saint-Pierre (French,1833–1916)

Diana the Huntress ,19th century

Medium oil on canvas

#upl #va #art #painting #animals in art #Gaston Casimir Saint-Pierre

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jadeseadragon · 8 months

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Gaston Casimir Saint-Pierre (French, 1833-1916), Diana and Actaeon (a pair), oil on panel, no date. Top row digitally enhanced, bottom row on Sotheby's.

#gaston casimir saint-pierre #goddess diana #actaeon #hounds #sight hounds #dogs #hunting

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nupaintings · 1 year

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#Gaston-Casimir Saint-Pierre (1833-1916) - Venus Asleep (1866)

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windsprophet · 7 months

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Diana the Huntress, Gaston Casimir Saint-Pierre

#diana the huntress #gaston casimir saint pierre #art #mithology #Diane chasseresse

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atypikal-life · 2 months

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Saint Casimir

#Art #Atypikal #Autisme #Biden #France #Etat #Funambulistière #Life #Lifestyle #Mars #Music #News #Ocean #Photo #Super8 #TRUMP #USA #Villefranche #Youtube

J’ai profité de ma soirée d’hier pour visionner en eaux très très troubles et il faut avouer qu’il est très fort Jason Statham. Un spectacle grandiose avec de la bagarre, des explosions et des morts partout et pas un bleu, ni une bosse, ni même un accro à ses fringues.Louis de Funès avec la grande vadrouille, c’est tellement pas crédible à côté de cette histoire de mégalodons que le Jason…

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bludoods · 1 year

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Lobster, caviar, Black Forest cake, all these things Victoria had thought fondly of the last two nights. Right now, however, she craved nothing more then a double quarter pounder from the local macca’s and maybe - if she was lucky enough - a hot fudge sundae if the ice cream machine wasn’t ‘down for cleaning’.

Her sire sighs quietly beside her as she heaves yet another goblet of blood up and into the bucket she cradles. Casimir corks the bottle before the liquid inside can start oxidising and places it into the ever growing “no” pile. It is a frustrating process, if not an altogether dangerous one.

Finding a young Ventrue’s particular poison was believed to be one of the clans first right of passage. A testament to their willpower and fortitude. A way to weed out the weak. After 2 weeks of feasting in vain and the desperate imbibing of her sire’s vitae, Victoria understood why.

Pulling her head from that cursed bucket Victoria eyes the man sitting beside her with a tired scowl. Her teeth and lips stained a brackish red. Each new glass he placed before her a more torturous experience then the last. Some she could tell were not for her by stench alone, others would have to hit her tongue with their putrid taste before her body would reject them. It was akin to the worlds worst wine tasting tour. Her husband and sommelier would describe the kine she would be tasting - age, history, region - and then she was encouraged with gentle words and gentle hands to swallow sludge.

Surprisingly, she found they all tasted of distinctly different horrors. The blond-brown eyed beauties her sire could stomach tasted of rancid meat and filled her nose with the stench of burning flesh - like she had been dining on herself. Whereas another local Ventrue’s- one who oversaw the local universities after hours library shift - taste for soon to be barred lawyers had reminded her of those pictures of penguins covered in oil after a spill. Clinging and slimy and foul smelling all at once.

She was grateful, to some extent, for Casimir’s connections. Supplying the local blue blood population with bespoke tainted ‘wine’ from his vineyards gave him the distinct advantage of having a wide swath of options for her to try without the need for hunting. But really…it was getting to a point that the fledgeling was lamenting the loss of fast food.

“That’s it. No more tonight. The body was not meant to endure five stomach pumps in a row.” She groaned, clearly displeased and exhausted after another night without progress.

Casimir smiled in the deeply sympathetic way a parent does to their sickly child when they wont drink their cough medicine. In other words, it didn’t quite reach his eyes. A gloved hand rubbing soothing circles across her back.

“I take no pleasure in this, my dear. But it is imperative that we find your vintage post haste.” Casimir’s eyes flick between his shuddering partner, the rejected collection of vitae and the small crate of bottles he intended to get through tonight. It would appear that the family man with the perfect wife, job and home had really done a number on poor Victoria. Perhaps then…something on the opposite spectrum. “Just one more tonight and then we will cut our loses.”

Victoria’s grunt in response is not as agreeable.

This time her sire reaches for a bottle with a different label. Older branding, thicker bottle, a little dusty round the top. Casimir explains he’d mentioned their little “issue” to the bartender at his preferred Elysium. She’d fished out an old bottle who’s owner had no use for it any longer and handed it off as a last ditch effort. He pops the cork with practised ease and pours just a sip of spiked vitae into a fresh glass. It’s almost black with age and, to Victoria’s nose, smells vaguely of…dark chocolate strawberries?

Having something so pleasant smelling after so many failures worries the fledgling in its own special way. Sleeper agent. This one would sting the most she thinks as she eyes the liquid warily.

“43, stay at home mother from Virginia.”

Victoria knocks back the drink.

“Brunette, high school graduate, owned a blue SUV.”

The vitae sits on her tongue and doesn’t taste like fire and brimstone.

“No notable people in her lineage, no history of disease.”

There is no burn as it washes down her throat, only a pleasant warmth and a growing hunger.

Victoria seizes the bottle from Casimir’s grip and brings it to her lips before he has the change to stop her. The ever present gnawing hunger eases just a bit. She feels fuller then she has in years as the bottle is tipped so far back it points at the ceiling. Satisfied and yet craving more. Casimir, though far out of Victoria’s view, blinks owlishly once before breathing a sigh of relief.

The empty bottle is placed gingerly back upon their coffee table away from the others. The fledgling sheepishly sucking her teeth after such an embarrassing sight.

“S-so…nothing on that list seemed…that unique.”

Casimir blew a single laugh from his nose and offered her his handkerchief.

“She was sleeping with her neighbour.”

#vampire the masquerade #victoria errant #vtm ocs #v5 #casimir breza #welcome to los angeles #All the Saints are Sleeping #I really liked this prompt #even if it wasn’t asked #thinking about V’s first couple of nights weaning herself off her sires blood was interesting #writing

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the-evil-clergyman · 2 years

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Bacchante by Gaston Casimir Saint-Pierre (1872)

#gaston casimir saint-pierre #art #paintings #fine art #19th century #19th century art #academism #academicism #academic art #painting #french art #french artist #mythology #roman mythology #bacchante #maenad #classic art

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artthatgivesmefeelings · 9 months

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Gaston Casimir Saint-Pierre (French, 1833-1916) Actaeon, n.d.

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