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favorite voice actor for dr. eggman, please? ^^

Thank you to both people who submitted this poll this week - I have not recieved any duplicate polls before, and these came in within a day of eachother. I hope you understand why I have combined the two.

Polling Sonic Fans for their opinions on all manner of things. Share good questions to indicate what you want asked. Submissions open.

[andauril]

OC Smash or Pass: Silaestra

I did this once before but I only got three votes that time IN TOTAL we can do better than that, right? I mean look at her. She's hot. She deserves more than 3 total votes! This time, the lovely @mercymaker tagged me!

(Artwork by @/ineed-to-sleep, @/dafna-winchester, @/morebird, @/nikoadmeliora & @/cerudinaeart, Screenshots taken by moi)

STATS

Height: 5'7" (or ~170 cm)

Pronouns: she/her

Orientation: bi/pan

Age: ca. 138 during the events of the game

Class: Sorcerer

Race: High Elf (Moon Elf), Bhaalspawn

Alignment: chaotic neutral early game, more chaotic good in the late game

PROS

very patient, good at keeping a level head

very big into consent, she will never pressure you into doing anything you don't want to do

little bit of a tease

polite, but she will swear during sex

fiercely loyal

dry sense of humour

amazing hair and will help you with yours

her ears are very sensitive, do with that info what you want

very good at kissing

if you just want sex with no strings attached, she is down for that too

willing to try things out in the bedroom

will dirty talk you in Primordial

artistically talented, may make a sketch of you or your pet or sth

will literally kill for you, especially if someone wronged you

20 charisma by the end of the game, nuff said

hand kink

praise kink

switch in the bedroom

has a very fine ass

CONS:

daddy issues doesn't even BEGIN to cover it

miserable drunk, you may have to babysit her

emotionally constipated

scared of getting attached but attaches far too quickly

prone to keeping secrets

maybe a little vain so will hog the bathroom to do her hair for 2 hours

may or may not blackout and murder someone or do some other kind of evil shit

copes with the aforementioned blackout murders by engaging in self-destructive behaviour (Loviatar's priest whipping her, drinking ghastly ghost liqour with an undead ...)

doesn't lose her temper quickly but when she does it's not pretty

I shall tag @dungeonsdragonsandlawyers and @naevethewizard :3

[smoothie03]

Noricum | Austria's mom

These drawings are already quite old but I made an OC for Austria's mom Noricum a while ago.

Basic information:

Name: Noricum (Celtic Kingdom & Roman Province)

Human name: Noreia

Age: 20s-30s

Birthday: somewhere around 200 BC when 13 tribes formed the Celtic kingdom of Noricum

Hair colour: brown

Eye color: purple (like her son's)

Family: Roderich (son), Germania (brother, that's why Roddy and Ludwig and Gilbert are cousins)

Likes: making jewellery, crafting, swords (bc they're cool), music, singing, dancing, swordfighting, luxury

Dislikes: arguing, being ordered around (cough Rome), her brother's stubbornness

Reason of d3ath:

-histocial: fall of the Roman empire as she was made a province and got romanized, so the province didn't quite survive long on its own

-symbolized within Hetalia: After disappearing in the forests she eventually dr0wned in the danube hence Roderich's deep rooted fear of aquatic animals, deep waters etc.

Headcanons and some history stuff:

-The name Noreia was taken from the Celtic mother godess and godess of mining called "Noreia". (The historical deity "Noreia" was probably sth the Roman came up with tho) Noreia is also the name of a "possible" "capital" (difficult situation there) of Noricum. As she's a personification and one of the first that existed around this area, her people probably treated her like a deity or a queen.

-Noricum is Austria's biological mother as she was the first "country-like" political system on nowadays Austrian ground. She is Germania's sister as we found out in Hetalia Collezione that Austria is a cousin to Germany and Prussia.

-Her birthplace is Hallstatt (because Hallstatt culture) in the south of Upper Austria. She and later on Roderich (who hasn't gained a nation status/name yet, he was merely Roderich, the son of Noricum)

-She had a close friendship with Rome. They met through trading. Rome was interested in her iron and gold and Noricum found a liking in Roman luxury. They became friends personally and economically. In 170 BC they had a formal tribe alliance called "hospitium publicum". Germania was quite sceptical of Noricum's and Rome's relationship.

-Around 49 BC, after the Caesar vs Pompeius stuff, Noricum was annexed by the Romans and became a Roman province. The annexion happened without bloodshed (usually wasn't the case) and she still had some sort of autonomy within the empire. But then the Noric people started to riot as their living condition started to worsen. That means the longer Noricum was actually around Rome the more they fought with each other.

-When Rome fell, she d!ed rather quickly as well. She appeared rather silent and triste and not like the usual quite lively woman she was before.

-After her death Austria was left with the Avars, Bavarians and Slavs that settled in the area, after king Odoaker kicked the Celtic-Roman population out from the area.

-Noricum's neighbours and friends were Pannonia and Raetia, both were female provinces. Noricum also lived with Illyria sometimes as Rome partitioned her into two parts.

-Her relationship with her brother was alright but they frequently argued. Siblings. She probably adored her nephews as well and coddled them just like she coddled Austria a bit too much.

-Despite not appearing like it from the outside, she was physically quite strong and good at swordfighting. Also, she liked to drink a lot.

-She had two horses from the Noriker race with the name Epona (horse godess, also because I like The Legend of Zelda lol) and Vibes (source deity). When Roderich grew older he learnt how to ride a horse and how to treat them. Epona became his horse.

-Noreia was a rather creative person and she sang a lot to and with her son. Roderich takes after her regarding his love for music.

-Roderich fell into the danube once and almost drowned and got bitten by some aquatic animals. Yeah that's it. That's the headcanon and Noricum had to pull him out of the water.

-After her death, Austria was brought to Germania and he cared for his nephew.

-A sad hc but: Austria probably forgot his mother for a long time due to many reasons (I still need to do research, I know where the book is that I wanna use as a source but I didn't have time yet) but when he finally remembered her he felt so unbelievably miserable and guilty about it because he definitely was a mama's boy growing up.

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#5

some older drawings of mine not too proud of this one but it still makes me giggle a bit

when I get the time, ill be posting newer danny shenangigans (if you have a request just ask me <3)

(reblogs are better then likes)

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#4

a clockwork icon I made for funsies

OG under the cut

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#3

missed my old drawings so here ya go!

reblogs are better than likes!

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#2

my ass out here reading dp x dc crossovers without knowing a shred of dc or batfam but have been in the dp fandome for years now

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My #1 post of 2022

DANNY NO-

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

what made you pick your profile picture? :o

oh, these red boots? I love rain! I love stomping around in puddles So, ofc course, I love rain boots <3

And tbh... I was a huge Astro Boy/Atom fan when growing up so that’s probably why I love the idea of red boots. Specifically me wearing them!

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#4

man nobody in the owl house is catching a fucking break

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#3

REAL QUICK QUESTION,,,, IF A SWEETEN DEAL PLAYLIST WAS MADE… HOW WOULD YOU FEEL.???

Oh man, I'd hope that SOMEONE *hint hint* WOULD SEND IT TO ME *hint hint* so I could be INSPIRED and create more content for it!!

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#2

WHERE ARE MY SILVER THE HEDGEHOG FANS AT!! Lemme know so I can follow y’all and be Not Normal about the Silver The Hedgehog Content!!

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My #1 post of 2022

challenge accepted.

LETSGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

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I really like this little scene. Sonic’s keeping it casual because he’s Sonic, but it’s nice to see him admit he’s grieving over the losses they’ve suffered lately. (Yes, even Tommy.) This is a much more grounded Sonic than I’m used to seeing. I like it. It makes him feel like a real person and not just a quip machine

[mobius-prime]

238. Sonic the Hedgehog #170

Comings and Goings

Writer: Ian Flynn Pencils: Tracy Yardley Colors: Jason Jensen

Today's main story is mostly just more clean-up on Ian's part. Sally is worried about her father, still in a coma in bed after being poisoned by Evil Antoine, but Sonic and Tails arrive to reassure her, as Tails and Rotor have cooked up something special that should allow them to retrieve a Chaos Emerald for a quick cure. This "something special" turns out to be a pair of star posts (yeah, Ian really wanted to align this more with the games) which can open portals to alternate zones through some unexplained-as-of-yet means. Sonic and Tails end up in what was once the Zone of Silence but is now the Special Zone, which looks significantly different now that the energies of the Chaos Emeralds have altered it so much. They quickly run into another living being within the zone - Feist, the Giant (literally) Panda! Oh boy, remember this one-off character from StH#43? I guess he was meant to be just another one of Naugus' random lackeys within the Zone of Silence, but it seems like he's taken his once-in-a-lifetime chance to become a god with the power of the emeralds.

Da-dadada-daaaaaa! Yep, after two-hundred thirty eight issues of these comics, the Chaos Emeralds have finally attained their more recognizable forms as a group of seven distinct multicolored gems! See what I mean by clean-up? After Sonic and Tails explain their mission, Feist grants them a single emerald, the gray one, though he warns them that the next time they enter this place in search of the emeralds he will test them as he sees fit. Sonic and Tails rush the emerald to the royal bedroom, where Dr. Quack and Uncle Chuck insert it into their little… medical machine thingy and fire it up while it's attached to the unconscious former king. After a brief light show, he begins to wake up, and asks after his kingdom. He's quietly thrilled to see Elias as king, and to hear that Sally is back to working with the Freedom Fighters.

Sonic and Tails vacate the room to give the family time to talk amongst themselves, but Sally follows quickly, handing over the emerald and telling them that Merlin was looking for them. They're confused, even more so when they find Knuckles also having been called over by Merlin, but Merlin explains that he can use the power of the Chaos Emerald and Knuckles' guiding star gem combined to bring them to Argentum, allowing them to finally bring Tails' parents back. Sonic is a little miffed that he's unable to really help besides merely coming along for the ride, wishing he could take Fiona along to show her the planet, but soon they've warped halfway across the universe and find themselves standing on the Wheelworld. However, the place looks desolate and wrecked, and they can see Xorda ships in the sky battling with fleets of other, unidentified ships. Tails becomes panicked and wanders off to find his parents with Merlin following close behind, but while they're gone Rosemary and Amadeus show up, informing Sonic and Knuckles that the other ships belong to the Black Arms, and their war has been going on for several months now, devastating Argentum in the process. Wait, the Black Arms? Shadow's progenitors? Yeah, so essentially, Ian couldn't get permission from Sega to bring the Black Arms to Mobius for whatever reason, even though he was trying, so he decided to tie them up in a war with the Xorda. This would allow him to easily bring them in at any time once he got his permission, simply by having the war end and the Black Arms continue on their way to Mobius. I'll spoil it for you right now though that he never did get that permission during the course of the preboot, so that aspect of Shadow's backstory never really got explored the way it did in the games, since the Black Arms were eternally doomed to remain an offscreen presence. Anyway, Sonic, upon seeing Tails' parents, quickly rushes off and brings Tails and Merlin back for a reunion.

Aww! Man, we've been waiting a long time for this reunion! The two long-lost foxes end up in the castle, where Elias greets them and enthusiastically offers them a place in his court, which they accept, apparently having encountered some ideas during their decade away that they'd like to find a way to implement into Knothole's government. That evening, Knuckles finds Sonic hanging out near the graves of Tommy and Sir Connery, and though Knuckles is surprised given that Sonic isn't normally one to mope, Sonic explains that he's still a bit broken up over their deaths, as normally they don't lose "so many so fast." Knuckles grimly remembers his own family's disappearance, and Sonic worries that with many old and new villains rising up lately, things might be about to take a turn for the worse.

Well, funny y'all should mention Shadow! He's currently storming into Eggman's main computer room, furious, as he's just discovered that Eggman has been hiding a diary of Gerald's all along, and now he wants to know where it is…

The Island of Misfit Badniks!

Writer: Mike Gallagher Pencils: Dave Manak Colors: Jason Jensen

Oh, hi, Michael buddy! Haven't seen ya in some time! He's here to relieve us a bit from the more serious stuff of late with some of his characteristic slapstick charm, and a bit of a blast from the comic's past! Sonic, on one of his rare days off from duty, decides to take a run around the Great Forest only to accidentally stumble into an old hidden listening post of Robotnik's from the Robotropolis days. He finds a reference to an artificial island out in the ocean nearby, which was meant to be a waypoint for any defeated badniks to retreat to to await repair and/or retirement, and decides to check out if it's still there, using a piece of wood lying around nearby as a boogie board. Sure enough, the island is there, but he's surprised to find that "artificial" was a bit more literal than he expected and the place is in fact entirely made out of solid steel. Before he can explore further, he's knocked on the head from behind, and wakes up strapped to some kind of torture rack with a bunch of old badniks standing around him ready to bring the pain!

…yeah, that's about what we expected. Things are looking good until a new player arrives on the scene - none other than Pseudo-Sonic, who appeared alllllll the way back in StH#9! Damn, you're really goin' back for this one, Michael! Pseudo-Sonic has apparently been salty all these years that even though he was built to be Sonic's match as his first-ever metal doppelganger, he never got a chance to actually face off with the Blue Blur himself. The other badniks set up a contest between the two where they'll essentially run at and headbutt each other really hard, and whoever survives the impact is the winner. These two idiots actually do it, and Sonic ends up being headbutted all the way back out to sea.

Is it, though? C'mon, Sonic, you know it's never that simple! Sure enough, as he heads back to shore we discover that the badniks actually sunk the island on purpose, making it appear to be accidental while in fact setting up the island to be an underwater base where they can repair Pseudo-Sonic and plan their next revenge attack. Apparently this is "definitely not the end," so I guess we can look forward to one last visit from these guys in the future!

[s-lay-ing]

isn't dino only like 170cm/5'6 or something? depending on who you ask, it's not ... really tall but i might be biased 🤔

As someone whose height is 1,65/5'4 i'll reply to this with: girlie is super tiny then 😱

[every-eggman]

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[anti-anti-a-la-bi-bi]

This is not to sound like an asshole who has it so much better than the Dutch, British and Americans but to show how the government and university system COULD work in regards to student loans from someone from Germany:

(All numbers underneath are from my own experiences from where I live in Germany. These can vary for others)

1) most universities are simply free, even the most prestigious ones. Every semester you only have to pay for administrative costs (~150€) and if you need it or have to buy it a train/bus ticket (~170€ + maybe another ~150€ if you live really far away like more than 50km. These student tickets are subsidized by the government). You pay for food and books out of your own pocket.

2) the state governments can provide every student (but also those who go into vocational training) with a loan. The amount of money you can get depends on the income of your parents and how many siblings you have. Every month you can get somewhere from 10€ to 420€ for every one of your regular semesters (not extra ones). If you live on your own and have to pay rent an extra 200€ is given to you as well.

3) now the absolutely insane thing about this German student loan system compared to other countries is that I actually, and I'm not kidding you, made money with it. And that only because the government forgives you half of your loan when you actually finish your degree. And because I barely needed the money given to me I just put it all into the bank or bought myself some gold with it. (I lived with my parents, have lots of siblings and also didn't own sth like a car)

In numbers it looks like this: 6 semesters for my bachelor's degree (it actually took me longer to finish but, like I said, I didn't get a loan on those semesters) and I got 420€ every month

420€x6x6= 15.120€

I got my degree, so:

15.120€:2= 7.560€

They expect you to pay this loan back I think 5 years after you first applied to it (there could be other rules for that as well though). You can either pay it back monthly but without interest rates OR you can pay it back all at once with the advantage being that they forgive you an additional 1000€+ of the loan if you do it way.

(What I have to tell you at this point though is that being allowed to attend university is more difficult than in other countries but that is a completely different discussion.)

And that is how student loan anxiety and the stress that comes with the whole system is barely a thing in Germany.

That system does work better than whatever we got, it seems

[lailoken]

“Ash (Fraxinus excelsior).

In the nineteenth century it was believed that if ash trees failed to produce fruit — keys — disaster was foretold.

In Yorkshire:

Some people every summer examined the ash tree . . . to see whether or not they had produced any seed; for the barrenness of the ash was said to be a sure sign of public calamity. It was a tradition among aged and thoughtful men, that the ash trees of England produced no seed during the year in which Charles the First was beheaded. [Jackson, 1873: 14]

In East Anglia:

The failure of the Crop of Ash-keys portends a death in the Royal Family . . . The failure in question is certainly, in some seasons, very remarkable; many an old woman believes that, if she were the fortunate finder of a bunch, and could get introduced to the king, he would give her a great deal of money for it. [Forby, 1830: 406]

ROWAN Or mountain ash, an unrelated tree which has leaves similar to those of ash, was widely considered to provide protection. Occasionally ash itself was also believed to be protective.

Rowan and ash sticks were used to drive cattle . . . believed to be 'kindly' and both trees were believed to be endowed with properties that ensured no interference from harmful influences. [Larne, Co. Antrim, October 1993]

In rural areas 'even' ash leaves-those leaves which lack a terminal leaflet and therefore have an even number of leaflets-were used in love DIVINATION. In Dorset:

The ash leaf is frequently invoked by young girls as a matrimonial oracle in the following way: The girl who wishes to divine who her future lover or husband is to be plucks an even ash leaf, and holding it in her hand, says:

“The even ash leaf in my hand, The first I meet shall be my man.’

Then putting it into her glove, adds:

‘The even ash leaf in my glove, The first I meet shall be my love.'

And lastly, into her bosom, saying:

‘The even ash leaf in my bosom, The first I meet shall be my husband.'

Soon after which the future lover or husband will be sure to make his appearance. [Udal, 1922: 254]

According to a 52-year-old woman who described how she used ash leaves for divination during her childhood:

Start at the bottom leaflet on the left-hand side and say:

“An even ash is in my hand

The first I meet will be my man.

If he don't speak and I don't speak,

This even ash I will not keep.”

As each word is said, count a leaflet around the leaf until the rhyme is completed (this probably entails going round the leaf several times). When the rhyme is finished, continue by reciting the alphabet until the bottom right-hand leaflet is reached. The letter given to this leaflet gives the initial of your boyfriend. Two or three leaves may be used so that you get a greater range of letters. [Thorncombe, Dorset, June 1976]

In many parts of northern Britain ash was known as esh. In north Lincolnshire:

There is a widespread opinion that if a man takes a newly-cut 'esh-plant' not thicker than his thumb, he may lawfully beat his wife with it. [Britten and Holland, 1886: 170]

Burning the ashen faggot — a faggot made from young ash saplings — was a widespread Christmastide custom in Devon and Somerset during the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. According to a late nineteenth-century writer, it was:

an ancient ceremony transmitted to us from the Scandinavians who at their feast of Juul were accustomed to kindle huge bonfires in honour of Thor. The faggot is composed of ashen sticks, hooped round with bands of the same tree, nine in number. When placed on the fire, fun and jollity commence-master and servant are now all at equal footing. Sports begin-jumping in sacks, diving in the water for APPLES, and many other innocent games engage the attention of the rustics. Every time the bands crack by reason of the heat of the fire, all present are supposed to drink liberally of cider or egg-hot, a mixture of cider, eggs, etc. The reason why ash is selected in preference to any other timber is that tradition assigns it as the wood with which Our Lady kindled a fire in order to wash her new-born Son. [Poole, 1877: 6]

Ashen faggots are still burnt in a few West Country pubs, and miniature faggots are occasionally prepared for burning on domestic hearths.

On the evening of January sth ('old' Christmas Eve) at Curry Rivel, a Somerset village situated on the southern edge of Kings Sedgemoor, the wassailers go visiting' around the parish with their wassail song and the ashen faggot is ceremoniously burned at the King William IV public house. The faggot is made from young ash saplings and bound with bonds ('fonds,' 'fronds,' 'thongs,' or 'bonds') of withies (osiers); bramble has been used occasionally in the past. The number of bonds is variable but since the bursting of any one during the burning is a signal to ʻdrink up,' decency and country logic demands a 'reasonable few'. Either five or six are normally used. At the appropriate moment the faggot is placed on the fire, traditionally by the oldest customer-one villager can recall the fag- got being brought in a wheelbarrow as was 'right and proper'-and as each bond bursts there is much cheering and a general clamour for drink. The landlord, Mr John Cousins, prepares a bowl of hot punch for the occasion to augment the barrel of beer usually provided by the house Brewery. Until quite recently cider was consumed in large quantities; the 'brew' of cider and perry donated by the (Langs) Hambridge Brewery in 1957 is particularly remembered. [Willey, 1983: 40]

In the first half of the nineteenth century:

Some towns in Somerset held 'Ashen Faggot Balls'. The one in Taunton on January 2nd, 1826 was 'most respectably attended by the principal families of the town and neighbourhood'. It was still held twenty years later, but by then the event was losing its appeal. [Legg, 1986: 54]

In some parts of southern England ash twigs were carried by children on ASH WEDNESDAY.

In villages around Alton in Hampshire, and as far away as East Meon, near Petersfield, at Crowborough in Sussex, and doubtless in other places, children pick a black-budded twig of ash and put it in their pocket on this day. A child who does not remember to bring a piece of ash to school on Ash Wednesday can expect to have his feet trodden on by every child who possesses a twig, unless, that is, he or she is lucky enough to escape until midday. [Opie, 1959: 240]

I was born and lived as a child in Crowborough . . . On Ash Wednesday it was always the custom to take a piece of the [ash] tree around with you. The piece had to have a black bud, without it it was void. If you were unable to produce the piece when asked the rest of the children could stamp on your toes. I remember one day whan I was playing about with it in school and was told to take it to the front and leave it in the waste- paper basket-and all the way back to the seat had to dodge the stamps! Ever prudent I had another piece for play time! This all stopped at 12 mid-day. [Pershore, Worcester shire, October 1991]

[At Heston, Middlesex, in the 1930s] on Ash Wednesday we all took a twig of ash tree to school and produced it when challenged or risked a kick-and we had to get rid of it at 12 noon. We even risked the wrath of the teacher by rushing to an open window to throw out our twigs as soon as the mid-day dinner bell rang. [St Ervan, Cornwall, February 1992]

A widespread cure for HERNIA involved passing the patient through a split ash sapling, preferably one which had grown naturally from seed and had not previously been damaged by man. The tree was then tightly bound up and as it grew together so the patient would be healed. A full description provided in 1878 by the wife of a Sussex clergyman demonstrates how this cure, which required communal cooperation, was considered to be quite normal:

A child so afflicted must be passed nine times every morning on nine suc- cessive days at sunrise through a cleft in a sapling ash tree, which has been so far given up by the owner of it to the parents of the child as that there is an understanding that it shall not be cut down during the life of the infant that is passed through it. The sapling must be sound of heart, and the cleft must be made with an axe. The child, on being carried to the tree, must be attended by nine persons, each of whom must pass it through the cleft from west to east. On the ninth morning the solemn ceremony is concluded by binding the tree tightly with a cord, and it is supposed that as the cleft closes the health of the child will improve. In the neighbourhood of Petworth some cleft ashes may be seen, through which children have very recently been passed. I may add that only a few weeks since, a person who lately purchased an ash-tree standing in this parish, intended to cut it down, was told by the father of the child who had some time before passed through it, that the infirmity would be sure to return upon his son if it were felled. Whereupon the good man said, he knew such would be the case; and therefore he would not fell it for the world. [Latham, 1878: 40]

Similarly:

A remarkable instance of the extraordinary superstition which still prevails in the rural districts of Somerset has lately come to light at Athelney. It appears that a child was recently born in the neighbourhood with a physical ailment, and the neighbours persuaded the parents to resort to a very novel method of charming away the complaint. A sapling ash was split down the centre, and wedges were inserted so as to afford an opening sufficient for the child's body to pass through without touching either side of the tree. This having been done, the child was undressed, and, with its face held heavenward, it was drawn through the sapling in strict accord- ance with the superstition. Afterwards the child was dressed and simul- taneously the tree was bound up. The belief of those who took part in this strange ceremony is that if the tree grows the child will grow out of its bodily ills. The affair took place at the rising of the sun on a recent Sunday morning, in the presence of the child's parents, several of the neighbours, and the parish police-constable. [Bath and Wells Diocesan Magazine, 1886: 178]

An example ofan ash thus used can be seen in the Somerset Rural Life Museum at Glastonbury. A similar practice could be used to overcome IMPOTENCE.

In Wales the similar ritual was to split a young ash or HAZEL stem and hold it just fastened at the top. This made a symbolic vulva into which the impotent male introduced his recalcitrant organ. Binding up the tree again enabled it to heal, during which the impotence faded. [Richards, 1979: 13]

In Cheshire a cure for WARTS

was to steal a piece of bacon and push it under a piece of ash-bark. Excrescences would then appear on the tree; as they grew, the warts would van- ish. [Hole, 1937: 12]

In Wiltshire sufferers seeking a cure from NEURALGIA were advised:

Cut off a piece of each finger and toe nail and a piece off your hair. Get up on the next Sunday morning before sunrise and with a gimlet bore a hole in the first maiden ash you come across and put the nails and hair in; then plug the hole up. [Whitlock, 1976: 167]

In many areas 'shrew-ashes' were used to cure lameness in cattle and other illnesses. In a letter dated 8 January 1776, Gilbert White of Selborne, Hampshire, wrote:

A shrew-ash is an ash whose twigs or branches, when gently applied to the limbs of cattle, will immediately relieve the pains which a beast suffers from the running of a shrew-mouse over the part affected . . . Against this accident, to which they were continually liable, our provident fore- fathers always kept a shrew-ash at hand, which, once medicated, would maintain its virtue for ever. A shew-ash was made thus:- Into the body of the tree a deep hole was bored with an auger, and a poor devoted shrew- mouse was thrust in alive, and plugged in, no doubt, with several quaint incantations long since forgotten. [White, 1822, I: 344]

In the nineteenth century a particularly well-known shrew-ash in Richmond Park, Surrey. According to the park-keepers' tradition ʻgood Queen Bess had lurked under its shade to shoot deer as they were driven past’ [Ffennell, 1898: 333]. This tree was closely observed by Sir Richard Owen (1804-92), first director of the Natural History Museum in London, who lived near the tree, at Sheen Lodge, from grew 1852.

Either the year he came to live in the park or the year after . . . he first encountered a young mother with a sick child accompanied by 'an old dame', 'a shrew-mother', or, as he generally called her a 'witch-mother'. They were going straight for the tree; but when they saw him, they turned off in quite another direction till they supposed he was out of sight. He, however, struck by their sudden avoidance of him, watched them from a distance, saw them return to the tree, where they remained some little time, as if busily engaged with it; then they went away. He was too far off to hear anything said, but heard the sounds of voices in unison on other occasions. He heard afterwards from the keeper of Sheen Gate... that mothers with 'bewitched' infants, or with young children afficted with WHOOPING COUGH, decline, and other ailments, often came, some- times from long distances, to this tree. It was necessary that they should arrive before sunrise . . . Many children were said to be cured at the tree. The greatest secrecy was always observed when visiting. This was re- spected by Sir Richard Owen, who, whenever he saw a group advanc- ing towards it, moved away, and was always anxious that they should not be disturbed. He could not tell me in what year he last saw a group approach the tree to seek its aid. He could only say he had seen them often, and thought they continued to come for many years. [Ffennell, 1898: 334]

During a recent survey [of Richmond Park] the site of the old shrew ash was identified. This proved to be . . . the spot where an ancient ash still stood in 1987. A sucker from its roots was still alive, although the tree itself was passé. The storm of autumn brought the trunk down. A railing has now been erected around the remains, which are to be left in the ground, and a young ash is to be planted alongside the stump. Presumably it will eventually replace the old tree, but it means that the site at least will remain identifiable. [Kew, Surrey, February 1994]

There uses included curing EARACHE, RINGWORM, and SNAKE BITES.

The sap of a young ash sapling was used to cure earache. A sapling was cut and put into a fire so that when the stick started to burn the sap came out the end and was caught on a spoon. This could be put on cotton wool and put into the ear. [Daingean, Co. Offaly, January 1985]

Ringworm was more common in my childhood . . . a remedy resorted to was to burn ash twigs in a tin box or similar container and allow the smoke from the smouldering twigs to envelop the affected part—usually arms, neck or face. [Larne, Co. Antrim, October 1993]

Ash leaves are used to combat viper bites. When an animal has been bitten farmers boil ash leaves and give the animal the resulting liquid and place the boiled leaves as a poultice on the bite. Works on people too! [Dorchester, Dorset, February 1992]

Ash sticks were used as weapons.

The Joyces are tinkers . . . they are wary and row among themselves. They do have some fierce fights in which the women join in. When they have each others heads well cut with ash plants they settle down and are as friendly as ever. [IFCSS MSS 750: 242, Co. Longford]

Stories relating to Ireland's past tell of fair-day brawls where ash plants were used and blood flowed freely. [Ballymote, Co. Sligo, May 1994]”

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The Oxford Dictionary of Plant-Lore

by Roy Vickery

[transfemgeorgecostanza]

the fact that LEGO is selling the new Back to the Future DeLorean as a 3 in 1 set / special feature when that literally just means changing a couple of parts to reflect the car’s appearance over the course of all three films is kinda insulting, but it’s even worse when you see the youtube lego review bubble just like... accept and repeat that as sth that is a great special feature for a collection of plastic bricks that cost you 170 bucks

[cutelarien]

Can we talk about Thorfinn? I never saw a character development like his.

This is the development we've seen on the animation, which was a shock just like it was for the merchant Leif.

Then, Askeladd died and this poor boy lost his purpose on life.

From now on everything below is spoiler from the manga. You're warned.

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I probably think that his development is fantastic bc we're following Thorfinn since he was a little boy, but idk a lot of stories that does that.

And it continues. Idk for sure his age in the end of the anime, sth around 17.

He finally went back to his homeland in Iceland, and we figure out that he's age is 22 and he has been gone for 16 years.

Here ends the Chapter 170, Thorfinn is 24 years old, made a lot of progress and I'm very proud of him.

This post was just for me to vent, that's it.