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brainpollution · 1 year

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Some classic heavy metal albums turning 40 in 2023.

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doctorwhogirlie · 4 months

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#the master #new who #doctor who #classic who #doctor who girlie #classic doctor who #the doctor #nuwho #doctor x master #unit master #u.n.i.t #decayed master #tremas master #bruce #war #saxon #missy doctor who #spy

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joelchaimholtzman · 7 months

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Slavic inspired character design I painted a few years ago; Inspired by ancient paganism and early medieval/cossack apparel.

Hope you like it!

JCH

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illustratus · 1 month

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Charlemagne destroys the Irminsul (details) by Hermann Wislicenus

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undergroundrockpress · 3 months

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Saxon, 1981.

#rock photography #Saxon #1981 #1980s #heavy metal #nwobhm

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mice-rats-daily · 5 months

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Today's mouse is Saxon from Mouse Guard!

#mouse #saxon #mouse guard #requested :)

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aemonds-wifey · 1 year

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One shot requested by the lovely @moonchildrenandflowercrowns

Summary: Uhtred, Finan and Sihtric find out Osferth is no longer their timid baby monk

Finan held up his tankard of Mead and swirled it before sitting on the table in the long house, he scratched his head “Uhtred when are we going for another hunt ?”

“Soon Finan. So eager to get away from Ingrid already?” Uhtred teased

Sihtric took a gulp of Mead “He’s not meant to be tied down eh.”

Finan pointed at him playfully “Your turn soon ya runt.”

Uhtred laughed as Finan looked around “Speaking of runts Where is the baby monk? He’d usually chip in with something about now. And ask where we would venture for our hunt…”Uhtred folded his arms “He might be checking on Y/N . See how her injuries are. I said she could heal at the villa when she felt well enough to go.”

Sihtrics eyes darted back and forth before Finan saw

“Something you want to share boy?” Finan said curiously

Sihtric inhaled “they went to the villa already Uhtred….He is not here …they went Two nights ago.”

Finan”: eyes widened in surprise “He took her up there…and he has not returned ?” He grinned like a giddy school boy.

Sihtric grinned too, Uhtred couldn’t help but smile a little too “She must be feeling better then.”

Sihtric mused “Maybe Osferth has a secret to healing battle worn Vikings ?! “ he jokingly said.

“Our baby monk and the Norse warrior.” Finan almost cooed “Gosh I hope she was gentle with him.”

Sihtric almost spat his mead at Finan’s comment

“I’m only saying! He’s our baby monk and she’s a seasoned fighter , remember how twitchy he was when we first met him? And he’s bedded a ferocious Viking!”

Uhtred tutted slightly “She’s not a wild wolf Finan “

Finan out stretched his arms “I’m just saying…she hardly spoke two words when we found her and brought her back and our baby monk is..well…”

Sihtric laughed “I knew he was full of surprises but this is so unexpected.”

Uhtred spoke next “Is it? Soon as he laid eyes on her I knew he was smitten.”

Finan nodded “True…he was determined to change her.”

Sihtric exhaled “Seems it worked …look at how she spared Haesten. Osferth said she altered her goal because of him.”

Finan laughed “Maybe he learned a trick or two on taking Vikings at the monastery?”

Uhtred nudged hun “Come on now boys we need to - “

Just as he began to talk the doors to the longhouse opened and Osferth’s head appeared. Almost in sync all the men watched as Osferth came in, closing the door behind him. His hair was slightly ruffled and his hands clasped together and over his front. He approached his friends and sat beside Sihtric.

“Osferth.” Uhtred said.

“Lord.” He said

Their eyes all watched him as he got comfortable , he noticed and almost blushed

“What is it?” He asked nervously .

Finans giggled which extended into a joyful laugh as Osferth’s ears went pink

“Enjoy your stay at the villa?” Sihtric said as he nudged him.

To their surprise Osferth did not deny this he simply only smiled and nodded. With his face turning into a smirk that stretched from ear to ear.

Finan patted him on the back and lifted his tankard “Well done Os. “ he looked at the others “Our man here is no longer a baby monk! “

Sihtric raised his tankard too “They grow up so fast.” He pressed his hand to his chest feigning innocence. Osferth smiled as Uhtred squeezed his shoulder “Does she make you happy Osferth?”

He opened his mouth to answer but Finan spoke first “The way he is grinning I’d say that’s a yes.”

Osferth nodded “I’m going to Marry her someday…Lord.”

Sihtric and Finan’s smiles turned to those of genuine approval and happiness.

Uhtred held his arms out , Osferth stood up and embraced Uhtred - as if brothers in arms.

“You are good for each other Osferth.” Uhtred said as he let go.

Sihtric hugged him next, patting him on the back . Finan got to his feet “You are a dark horse baby monk. Although I won’t make any more jokes…I’m happy for you my lad.”

Osferth smiled with genuine settlement in his face “Thank you…I am happy.”

#ewan mitchell #osferth #baby monk #the last kingdom #uhtred #Finan #sihtric #Saxon #Dane #Viking #fic #osferth x you #osferth x reader

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unitoffical · 16 days

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Like my deer, dear?

- Harold (@themasterofmischief)

Smooth! But no. :)

#doctor who roleplay #eleventh Doctor #Saxon

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mioritic · 4 months

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"The Wirksworth Stone — a sculptured stone-slab from St. Mary’s Church at Wirksworth in Derbyshire. Comprising of biblical scenes and figures, the stone dates from the C7th to C9th and may have originally been used as a coffin lid."

Photo by / via Kevin Wilbraham

#saxon #england #british art

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armthearmour · 2 years

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A combination Rapier and Wheellock Pistol in the Saxon style,

OaL: 43.5 in/110.5 cm

Blade Length: 37.5 in/95.3 cm

Barrel Length: 10.5 in/26.7 cm

Calibre: 0.282 in/7.16 mm

Weight: 3.4 lbs/1.5 kg

Saxony, Germany, ca. 1575, housed at the Metropolitan Musem of Art.

#weapons #sword #firearms #pistol #wheellock #rapier #combination #gun swor #euro #europe #germany #german #saxony #saxon #renaissance #metmusuem #themet #art #history

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doctorwhogirlie · 2 months

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Let's Do This Again

(Been asked why theres some missing from the picture, its because its a random picture from google lol)

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fuckitandmovetobritain · 9 months

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Castle Rising, Norfolk, England, UK

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ancientorigins · 2 months

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Archaeologists have made groundbreaking Saxon findings beneath the National Gallery, London! Their recent excavations of Jubilee Walk reveal that Saxon 'London', known as Lundenwic, extended further west than we ever knew. They have found evidence of ancient structures and artifacts dating back to 659-774 AD, expanding our understanding of London's rich past.

#London #Saxon #Romans #Londinium #Roman Colonization & Expansion

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illustratus · 8 months

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Hohnstein Castle in Saxon Switzerland by Ernst Ferdinand Oehme

#ernst ferdinand oehme #art #switzerland #hohnstein castle #castle #castles #landscape #architecture #architectural #romantic #romanticism #saxon #europe #european #swiss #saxon switzerland #burg hohnstein

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gavinom123 · 1 year

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My second piece for Phantasmagoria: An Indie RPG Fanbook, this time for the game END ROLL! Had so much fun including all these little details hehe

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aemonds-wifey · 1 year

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Warrior Queen & Holy King

Chapter 1

Summary: As heir to the throne of your fathers kingdom you have finally won back your crown , now justice is served it is time to pick up the pieces of your old life…and your old love , the baby Monk

The winds howls echoed through the open , cold castle courtyard . A small scaffold was built by the tower, you stood by the small almost ornate wooden block fashioned for the execution.

Your eyes scanned over the crowd, the nobles had gathered to witness this, you stood in your elegant armour- a steal breastplate covered with a cloak made of black and green colours that intertwined with each other.

Then the crowd turned , Two men, arguably two of your best fighters, Finan and Sihtric - followed by loyal banner man brought him to you , Haesten- bloody, battle worn and in chains. Your eyes never left him as they brought him over the light blanket of snow towards you, a rage that had burnt inside you was beginning to dwindle…seeing him helpless and take his final steps up the scaffold- you felt nothing.

When the siege was finished , only Haesten had remained alive, you offered clemency to him- but he openly tried to attack you when you dropped your guard. Only to be taken down by your superior fighting skills, you decided then and there he would answer for his crimes, by execution- by your royal decree.

They dropped him before the block, forcing him on his kneees , he now knelt before the block- at your mercy.

“Do you have any last words?” You asked inhaling the crisp thin air , the wind howled as the light snowfallHaesten ,at spat at your feet - you did not flinch, she only looked down at him pitifully. Finan moved his leg to kick the man about to meet his death but too held your hands up to stop him.

After all these years, all the torment you had suffered- the years in exile you spent away from your home and fighting to survive. Here you stood. Hands firmly on your sword, ready to behead the man who had brought her so much pain and suffering . The man who murdered your parents, tried to kill you in an attempt to take your throne was now going to face justice. Sihtric had offered to behead him by his own hand, but you insisted you passed the sentence, therefore you must be the one to swing the sword.

You gently knelt down , her face inches away from Haestens , your long silver blonde plaited hair that rested over your shoulder almost touched the ground, you paused before

Opening your mouth to speak.

“This is too good a death for you….but I intend to be a just ruler…to show my people that I will not be the wretch you tried to make me….”

Haesten watched as you rose to your feet, firmly holding the sword handle with both hands - you took a moment and in mere moments, you brought the sword down and severed Haestens head away from his body. His head rolled down off the scaffold and into the snow. He was dead. The people watching did not gasp, they looked on as the tyrant they had suffered for five years was brought to a swift end.

Your squire offered his hands to take your sword, you handed it over to him. Watching as the body was taken away to be burnt , after the head was collected you left the scaffold.

Overcome with emotion you sought refuge by the fire in the council room, as you walked through the many hallways of the old castle you were greeted with smiles and bows. This was the first time you had retraced your steps in the castle since that fateful night , It was still so alien to you, when you were named as your fathers heir you were immediately bewildered by the sudden responsibility on your shoulders - your mother was equally proud of this decision, your parents commanded great respect as rulers of their kingdom and they had bestowed it onto you , their only child. Guided by your parents you started your journey onto becoming a worthy ruler …but then it all changed on the stormy late summers night upon your fifteenth winter.

Haesten sought to claim the throne, believing he was more worthy than a girl , he attacked with a cold fury that shocked you to your very core. After he had slain your mother , he held your father atop of the balcony overlooking the large courtyard , you were stood at the iron gate, your fingers gripped on the metal and only watching at the horror before your eyes. Haesten made the foolhardy offer to spare him and let him wallow in exile if you agreed to marry Haesten. Before you could even refuse, your fathers actioned echoed your thoughts. He elbowed Haesten and screamed at you to run, you could only watch as Haesten mortally wounded your father and tossed him aside over the edge of the balcony. The high pitched scream that left your ears only amplified throughout the stone work of the castle, as you were dragged away to safety- the last thing you saw was Haesten crowning himself with the precious crown he had removed from your fathers head after throwing him over the balcony.

A knock on the door turned your attention away from your memory.

“Yes?” You asked removing the cloak from your shoulders.

Uhtred stepped in , bowing his head slightly. Closing the door behind him.

You smiled warmly, Uhtred was the man who saved you from the burning tower the night Haesten sacked the castle, Uhtred taught you to fight and how to prepare to take back your crown.

He looked so proud of you “Haesten is dead I hear?”

You nodded “Swiftly and quickly. More than he deserved.” You said

Uhtred agreed “true…but you have shown you are stronger …takes courage to not butcher a man out of anger …”

He placed a comforting hand on your shoulder as you inhaled slowly

“And now you will be a Queen…the mightiest warrior Queen this land has seen.” He said

“Uhtred I could not have survived without you, Finan , Sihtric all of you…I’m eternally in your debt…” you said humbly.

“You have overcome great odds…to win back your throne is no easy feet but you did it…and now the usurper is dead.” He spoke leaning against the stone wall folding his arms.

You inhaled stepping away from the fire, looking briefly at the table littered with open parchments and rolled up scrolls. So much was to be done. You gripped the table end with two hands, looking at the map that was now your kingdom, you looked at Uhtred “I thought you would have wanted to witness his end?” You asked

“I was taking care of another matter …” he said with a glimmer of hope.

“The prisoners…?” You asked standing up straight.

Uhtred nodded only once. “We found them…housed at the great castle on the coast…” he said.

Your heart churned at his words “You mean…? He’s alive?”

Uhtred smiled “Very much…and very eager to see you.”

Your hands clasped over your chest for a moment and your exhaled “Osferth…” knowing he was alive was the greatest news you could have received. Your hand moved to the gap between your tunic and you fished out the small necklace you wore, on a silver chain the pendant was that of a small cross. You held it closely to your lips.

Chapter 2