#gobbler speaks

[spitgobbler]

spit gobbler comeback era

[batfansa]

The more I thought about it, the more I realized just how fucked up the whole situation with Cobigail really was. And to me, personally, I feel she was done the most dirty through Inspekta's actions.

Like, not to diminish what he did to the other gods or anything, but... at most he broke Mitternacht's heart, almost broke Thespius' heart, tricked Click Clack and made him feel guilty for almost ruining their show and hurting Thespi, tricked Bauhauzzo and made him feel guilty and upset for hurting Huzzle, Huzzle Mug was more so pissed and felt betrayed, all while framing and imprisoning King after taking Megapon away.

And none of the followers were in any real danger aside for Mitternacht's crying possibly flooding the Grove. But nobody seemed too concerned with that, more concerned with her being upset and having to deal with the rain. All of which was still bad, obviously, but none of it felt too terrible.

Meanwhile, with Cobigail, he outright tarnished her reputation and painted her as this dangerous god willing to devour her own people. He took direct advantage of the fact that Milldread hasn't had a harvest in a while and decided to directly blame Cobi for it. Literally accused her of starving her own people, all while she's starving too!

This is made worse by the fact that this poor corn lady hadn't even been visited by anyone in twenty years and was starting to forget herself and her memories. She couldn't even speak up for herself 'cause everyone was afraid of her, and she was unable to even recall things so would have been unreliable anyways.

But the thing that really makes this whole situation worse, is that because of Inspekta's letter, someone decided that the best course of action to take was to slaughter an innocent person in front of the entire town, children included. And that this same person also so happened to be someone Cobigail knew back when she was human.

Someone she knew as a child. A child she taught and had fond memories of. She watched that little boy grow up and build that town and community. He's also quite possibly the only remaining person from her time as a human still alive. He hasn't visited her in forever either and feels real bad about it, knows she's not a blood cobbler gobbler. That's his old music teacher after all. He knows she'd never hurt nobody. She's the same teacher who loves his milldreadberry jam and loved being able to eat it during the Harvest.

And now, he's about to be sacrificed to that same teacher-turned-god, without even being able to give her a proper goodbye or apology for not seeing her for those twenty years. And she, in turn, can't do anything about it. Can't stop it. And is forced to watch as he's bashed and cut into mush. His blood splattered onto her alter, in her name.

And I also think people seem to forget that Cobigail was this close to being forced to drink her own ex-student's blood. Like, she would have been slurping up Bloom's blood through her roots unwillingly. Would have been forced to taste it and know exactly who it was she was eating.

And that little detail alone just fucks with me so much, because it is so dark and so sad at the same time.

But while all this was happening, while Saul was yelling about cutting up an innocent man, Inspekta just sat idly in his domain and did nothing. Didn't seem to realize the gravity of the situation (or just didn't care, too busy self-rotting) to tell Cappy or his other Bizzyboys to interfere. Was totally fine with somebody getting killed and his fellow god taking all the blame and being forced to watch.

Like, Cobigail is just the sweetest and is so forgiving, literally welcoming back 'Speks into the family despite everything. Literally had no hard feelings and made it clear she was there for him. So supportive too. Just wants to see everyone safe and happy. Spook some folks. Be silly.

Just, somebody get this sweet corn lady some jam and company.

[gaysie]

s3 finale of black sails is so insane flint and silver having that firelit chat speaking in like hannibalesque levels of poetry to each other where flint comes out to him which he had no reason to do like he could have explained about why he left england without including that he likes dick but he really felt it was relevant and silver’s like yeah yeah i don’t care that you’re a cock gobbler but i DO think there’s something supernaturally dark within you that leads to the ruin of everyone close to you. also this crew is so rapturously enthralled by me and desperate for my approval that they will do whatever i ask. and then meanwhile billy is on nassau like guys the only way to win this propaganda war is to start writing RPF about silver. seriously this man’s pussy needs to be studied

[dungeon-strugglers]

✨New item!✨ Cannibal’s Cutlery Wondrous item, uncommon

You can extract knowledge from the food you eat while using this cutlery. As an action while eating the flesh of a creature, you can telepathically ask the creature one question as if you cast the speak with dead spell. The response appears visually and audibly in your mind. This property can only be used to extract information from a creature once. Additionally, you have advantage on any check to deduce knowledge about a creature’s lived experience whose flesh you have consumed.

Curse. If you eat the flesh of a humanoid with this cutlery, you become cursed with an insatiable hunger for humanoid meat. You gain one level of exhaustion for every 3 days that pass without eating humanoid meat. This exhaustion can only be removed by eating 1 lb of humanoid flesh, which removes all levels of exhaustion. If this curse is lifted, the exhaustion is removed as well.

The handles of this fork and knife were shaped from the bones of a ghoul, the steel components were smelted from iron extracted entirely from human blood, and the set was enchanted with the power of the gobblers, vulture-like beings that extract knowledge from the dead by consuming their flesh. - 🖌🎨 Like our work? Consider supporting us on Patreon and gain access to the hi-resolution art for over 180 magic items, item cards and card packs, beautiful creature art and stat blocks, and setting pdfs with narrative hooks and unique lore!🧙‍♂️ Thank you so much for your support! 💖

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[urapunk]

bryce montrose headcanons? and if you ship him with chad, hcs for their ship as well ?

i dont know literally anything about bryce but im gonna try

Bryce Montrose & Chad Morris HCs!

Some are about Bryce singularly, some are about Chad singularly.

Bryce loves debating. He loves making up valid arguments and having the exhilerating feeling of being correct. Bullworth once had a debate team but after like 3 months everyone in it left except for Bryce and... Gord for some reason? I HC he likes debate too. Chad loves to support this, to give him topics for him to write on.

Speaking of writing, bryce loves writing ANYTHING. He writes like he talks, fancy words sprinkled in with a bit of 'like, uh' unless the paper is supposed to be professional.

Grape Soda Gobbler. He LOVES grape soda to no end, and would probably sell his friends on the conditions he gets an endless supply. He just likes grape soda... And only he likes grape soda. He and 3 other folks at bullworth, ew. Special mention; cherry coke. The preps love cherry coke, but nobody loves it more than derby.

Has an odd love for board games. He will rip you apart in Monopoly or Sorry, just becaude he can. He loves to ask chad id they can play a board game because it's just fun. And chad usually complies, modtly because when it comes to bryce he think son thing and one thing only. 'Whatever you say beautiful'

Chad LOVES Lesley Gore. His head'll be totally gone while he's humming Little Girl Go Home. He also adores other 1960/50s artists, like Paul Anka or A LITTLE bit of Johnny Cash. He thinks his music is pauper music.

Chad cannot stand the winter. He hated the cold, hates how his feet feel like ice cubes and mint gum when he walks, and how his lips get more chapped in the winter. Also, nobody likes a stuffy nose.

Bryce likes to help with his hate of the cold, they are certified cuddlebugs your honor.

Chad cant eat without something distracting him sometimes. He just cant, it's boring like that. He's like the 2006 version of an ipad kid, just always infront of the TV in his spare.

Chad loves Purple. His silk sheets? Purple. Journals and notebooks? Purple. PENS? PURPLE! His first car would be purple too, maybe with gold colored accents. His car would be expensive is what I'm saying.

They dont like to he seperated. Bryce likes knowing that chad is there so he could smush his cheek against chads shoulder, or hold him and sway with his face buried in the collar of chads polo. They hook pinkies when they're sitting in class all focused because bryce never wants to stop touching chad.

Chad's face flushes insanely. It only shows up as a slight blush on his skin but trust me, he's redder than a tomato in lipstick. Bryce always gets worried when he feels chads face is insanely warm.

Chad once threw a tennis ball into a bush of flowers for chester to return with.. A sloppery half attempt at a wedding photo worthy moment and bouquet, but Bryce got the idea and nearly melted. It was adorable.

Bryce loves to buy things. Small, or big, if chad wants it he gets it. He mentioned a particular scent? Bryce searched for hours to find it. He's dedicated and its adorable, especially when it's just something small like a specific flavor of lip balm or a discontinued drink he likes.

Bryce loves Chad's dog Chester. He cant stand when the slobbery little animal looks at him. He goes straight to scratch attacking his body before behind the ears and chin. If chester is laying down Bryce will sit criss cross beside him and rub his tummy like he needs to make electricity with the friction.

<3

(i was wondering why i wasnt getting anyone to interact then i realized I FORGOT TAGS. I DIDNT ADD ANY TAGS THE FIRST TIME.)

(Chads favorite Lesley Gore song. vvv)

[bil-daddy]

This is not an ask.

I have exploded.

I have seriously one follower and its Crowley. How great is that! I'm Satan's favorite right!

Also I don't need obstetrics but I do need shoes. High heeled ones. Can I place an order?

You have given me the inspirtaion to start posting GO stuff on my blog again. I delted evrything at one point but I'm back baby.

Say Hi to @mrazfellco ! Tell him I love him (platonically).

I'd have an ox rib (platonically) but I'm a vegan. Got anything else to offer!

Can't speak for Satan. Don't know him. I'm a normal human who's definitely not a demon.

But I am a shoemaker, so you can send me your shoe orders anytime. What color heels do you want? Wedge or stilettos? How many inches? (the more inches the better, in my professional opinion as a gobbler--I mean cobbler)

Hey @mrazfellco, @nastasya--filippovna says hi (platonic) and she loves you (platonic)

Don't worry, Bildaddy offers vegan options. Have a broccoli (platonic)

[brambleandbrush]

2023.11.20

Breakfast (not pictured) was a banana meal shake from Huel with one of their Daily Greens drinks. We ordered a bunch of this stuff in the summer and while it tastes good, it doesn’t spark joy so to speak. So I’m going to try to get through it so we can get some shelf space back. Lunch was half of a Turkey gobbler wrap from Trader Joe’s, cherry tomatoes, and a banana. Had Greek yogurt toppers with cranberry curd and pomegranate arils. Dinner was the last of the chicken and wild rice soup. Exercise wise got a 30 min walk in and worked my legs and core tonight. I need to find some better core workouts that allow me to work my lower abs without my lower back doing all of the work.

[commaclear]

im so silly, im so goofy. im gonna collapse appa, im like, colapsing as we speak, oh no. shit, yeah no, im not getting up from here its cozy please bring me apple slices, yeah, the green ones

pleaseeee im soooo distraught after the last chapter cmon. wtf no I won't eat any old apple I need it SLICED. in BOATS. and some apple juice too, I get dehydrated, you know? oh also bring me qaas skin cream I need it for gobbler the salamander 2.8. version 2.7 was weak but I have high hopes for this one, I mean look at those eyes, so haunted.

anyways bring me my apple slices please

thank you in advance -ÆÆ

*gives you a juice box* I only got honeycrisp apples at the store, do you still want apple slices? I have baby carrots too, or I could make you some ants on a log

[theultrablog]

Pulp Storytime #68: Back In The New York Mood. Based on characters from Pulse-Pounding Pulp by Garnett Elliott.

May 1935. Raucous applause in the Cotton Club. Madame Valeria, formerly Valerie Schmidt, gave her all to introducing one of tonight’s stars, Florence Ziegler. The Australian songbird was competing with Bebe Broussard in a “friendly” competition. Soon, the applause-o-meter was exactly tied, a tie broken by the late arrival of some rowdy staffers from the Australian embassy. They, along with music agent Bert “the Beast” Wilde had messages for Florence… But someone else was sending a message, too. By burning down Ziegler Security Services! Luckily, butler extraordinaire Aldous Bingen was on hand to rush the team to Fifth Avenue, where the smoldering clues led to a hobo camp in Central Park*. At first, there was no sign of an arsonist. But Madame Valeria had a talent besides theatrical introductions… Speaking with the dead! It turns out, their arsonist was also a killer, and not just any killer…But ZSS’s foe Peck, the Swan Street Slicer. And he was ready to slash the party to pieces, cutting Florence and terrifying Bingen. Luckily, the players had an ace in the hole: photographer/gunman Javid Kulfi! He found secret passages through the man camp, and was able to wound the killer in the kneecaps and the stabbing arm. A brief interrogation followed. The miscreant was hired by America’s richest man, Doc Midas, whose office was the top two floors of the Empire State Building. The town wasn’t big enough for Doc and Florence, but a coffin would be the right size. Additional questions were silenced by a sniper! Peck took one right through the eye, and more shots followed. Valeira panicked, fleeing the hobo camp into open ground, getting a hole in the rib cage for her trouble. She faked death. Aldous helped the rest sneak to safety, rescuing Valeria under the cover of Emergency Services. The group regrouped. How could they hope to take on the Midas organization? He was beloved, wealthy, and surrounded by corporate titans. The question was answered with good old detective work. Midas was aided by his Fearsome Four, and they were arrogant enough to be featured in Forbes. I’ll give the summaries below:

“Happy” Herman Haas, war vet and sniper. A dour man who wears elaborate suits and has a passion for fencing. Hap represents Midas Industries as its main White House lobbyist. Joe “Gobbler” Gobbler serves as Doc Midas’s PR man, lawyer, and closest confidant. Small and dapper, he is also the main announcer for the Golden Hour radio program. Joe got his nickname from both his voracious appetite and rapid speaking voice. Francis Todd, a brooding giant of a man and brilliant engineer, who heads the weapons division that created Compound Z. Francis is rumored to be a psychopath, kept out of jail only by Doc’s influence and the legal skills of Joe Gotlieb. Esther Crane: An assertive 34-year-old businesswoman, Esther tends to treat people below her station as “the help,” and that means nearly everybody. Last seen in "The Devil’s Wat."

The party called in every favor they could. They had a lot of friends in New York: it was time to aggressively re-organize. Gobbler Gottlieb was a victim of his own ego. The players had friends and family call him at all hours of day and night, promising prestigious events and canceling, or rebooking. A scheme that could only work a few days, but that’s how long it needed to. For Todd, they tried a legal option. Madame Valeria took a boat onto the East River, searching for and recovering a disappeared body. Todd fought back by clobbering Javid outside of the club. But the bruiser overplayed his hand. Indian millionaire Devika bribed his secretary to turn state’s evidence, and the next day, the bruiser had to trade French cuffs for handcuffs. Happy was easier. The players snuck into his apartment and faked an urgent telegram from Washington. Aldous chuckled from a nearby shoeshine booth as the mark headed up to the nation’s capital. Florence tried the personal touch with Esther Crane. Flo found her prey belittling a sales girl at the Macy’s beauty counter. Florence argued from naked self-interest: did Crane really want a scandal she couldn’t 'cover up'? The argument was half convincing…but not fully. Luckily, Florence moves indirectly. She riled up the shopgirl under her breath. Esther continued berating. When the 17-year-old slapped the cosmetics giant in the face… SCANDAL! Crane swore she’d fire everyone in the store, everyone on the block! Florence took the raging chemist outside, leading her to a taxi...and telling the driver ‘pronto to Poughkeepsie’. The next day, the gang pored over newspapers. Their tricks had worked. The only wrinkle was the front page of the Tribune, reporting that a Nazi zeppelin had docked at the Empire State Building! The party loaded itself for bear. It was easy enough for Madame Valeria to lie them into the building. But she was the only master of disguise: the others would be found out soon enough. Another complication arose when she got into Midas’s office… and heard the loud flapping of an oxygen machine! Midas’s alchemical innovation, the one who wanted to sell to the Reich, had given him terminal cancer. Worse, Florence’s nemesis, Klaus Adler, was sitting in the buyer’s chair! But only a fool would count out our gang when their back’s up against it. Selling chemical weapons to foreign powers? The response wasn’t gunfire, but journalism! Florence and Valeria stole janitor disguises so they could break into filing cabinets. Javid and Aldous pretended to be window washers, secretly snapping pics of the conversation. It pained Kulfi not to blow up the zeppelin, but he couldn’t risk metal debris raining over Midtown. But hadn’t they forgotten something? Oh, Bert and the embassy! Both barged into Florence’s dinner party. And they both had amazing offers: Bert promised a world tour, the first of its kind. Florence could dine with queens and sing for sheikhs. She’d be a more common household word than “window”. The Aussie Rep had a much more subdued itinerary. She was a hero in Australia… It was time for her to prove it. Bookings up and down both coasts, bringing joy and hope back to a beleaguered nation. Mutually exclusive from the other offer, and not as lucrative… But she was needed. Florence, once obsessed with fame and glory, a former hobo who had bartered her soul for financial success, chose her country. Bert was utterly irate, and so was Devika (who had accepted a large deposit on her personal jet). But there was no arguing with her: Not money, not fame, not hordes of beautiful women, could overcome her loyalty to the grand old land of Oz. A great send-off to a great character. (The player will stay, luckily.)

*(That was a real thing, look it up.)

[dykepuffs]

Oh man, the Gyptians in that are one of my favourite not-quite-Gypsies in fiction!

I think because the world they're in is so clearly c20th England but with changes, they feel sort of "right" - being in an undrained version of the Fens, so having what in the real world is a horse culture instead being a boat culture, having that sense of there being people in the community who everyone knows and looks up to, and the way that things work communally, is great.

More dark part of the answer going under the cut because it talks about kidnapping and abuse by the state...

And then the bits with the Gobblers is almost too real - So in the real world, for much of the 20th century (from the late 19th century up to the middle of the 1970s), Gypsy Traveller, Nawken, Mincéir and Romany children especially from Scotland (as part of the Tinker Experiments - Also if you ever want to depress yourself, look up Wolfgang Abel, the Nazi who was invited to Scotland in 1938 to advise on how to "Solve the Tinker problem") but also from England, Wales and Northern Ireland were often kidnapped from their families- Either via hospitals or gaols and borstals, or just picked up off the side of the road - and deported to Canada to be "assimilated and given work"

This translated to them spending years in "boarding schools" like the one ran by the Quarriers at Fairknowe Ontario, where many of them died and were buried in mass graves, but the survivors would be sold to white farmers "for work" - predictably, many of the interviewed survivors recount not only being worked relentlessly and treated like animals, but often also sexually abused.

The charities involved - The Quarriers Homes and Barnardos (The same Barnardos as you will still see on the high street now, marketing themselves as the saviours of children)- still haven't apologised, and nor have the British or Canadian states.

Children, mostly in their teens but many of them even younger, dragged away from their families, sent to a foreign country where they were forbidden from wearing their own clothes or speaking their own language, and given to white families as indentured servants, with the goal being both to break their ties to their own culture, and also to end the transmission of their culture in their home country, by depressing and disrupting their parents and siblings' lives. The stolen children would often be told that their parents didn't want them. The parents would often be told that the children were dead, or were in custody for some unnamed crime.

The Golden Compass/Northern Lights was the only time I've ever seen that ongoing tragedy talked about even obliquely in fiction.

How Do I Make My Fictional Gypsies Not Racist?

(Or, "You can't, sorry, but…")

You want to include some Gypsies in your fantasy setting. Or, you need someone for your main characters to meet, who is an outsider in the eyes of the locals, but who already lives here. Or you need a culture in conflict with your settled people, or who have just arrived out of nowhere. Or, you just like the idea of campfires in the forest and voices raised in song. And you’re about to step straight into a muckpile of cliches and, accidentally, write something racist.

(In this, I am mostly using Gypsy as an endonym of Romany people, who are a subset of the Romani people, alongside Roma, Sinti, Gitano, Romanisael, Kale, etc, but also in the theory of "Gypsying" as proposed by Lex and Percy H, where Romani people are treated with a particular mix of orientalism, criminalisation, racialisation, and othering, that creates "The Gypsy" out of both nomadic peoples as a whole and people with Romani heritage and racialised physical features, languages, and cultural markers)

Enough of my friends play TTRPGs or write fantasy stories that this question comes up a lot - They mention Dungeons and Dragons’ Curse Of Strahd, World Of Darkness’s Gypsies, World Of Darkness’s Ravnos, World of Darkness’s Silent Striders… And they roll their eyes and say “These are all terrible! But how can I do it, you know, without it being racist?”

And their eyes are big and sad and ever so hopeful that I will tell them the secret of how to take the Roma of the real world and place them in a fictional one, whilst both appealing to gorjer stereotypes of Gypsies and not adding to the weight of stereotyping that already crushes us. So, disappointingly, there is no secret.

Gypsies, like every other real-world culture, exist as we do today because of interactions with cultures and geography around us: The living waggon, probably the archetypal thing which gorjer writers want to include in their portrayals of nomads, is a relatively modern invention - Most likely French, and adopted from French Showmen by Romanies, who brought it to Britain. So already, that’s a tradition that only spans a small amount of the time that Gypsies have existed, and only a small number of the full breadth of Romani ways of living. But the reasons that the waggon is what it is are based on the real world - The wheels are tall and iron-rimmed, because although you expect to travel on cobbled, tarmac, or packed-earth roads and for comparatively short distances, it wasn’t rare to have to ford a river in Britain in the late nineteenth century, on country roads. They were drawn by a single horse, and the shape of that horse was determined by a mixture of local breeds - Welsh cobs, fell ponies, various draft breeds - as well as by the aesthetic tastes of the breeders. The stove inside is on the left, so that as you move down a British road, the chimney sticks up into the part where there will be the least overhanging branches, to reduce the chance of hitting it.

So taking a fictional setting that looks like (for example) thirteenth century China (with dragons), and placing a nineteenth century Romanichal family in it will inevitably result in some racist assumptions being made, as the answer to “Why does this culture do this?” becomes “They just do it because I want them to” rather than having a consistent internal logic.

Some stereotypes will always follow nomads - They appear in different forms in different cultures, but they always arise from the settled people's same fears: That the nomads don't share their values, and are fundamentally strangers. Common ones are that we have a secret language to fool outsiders with, that we steal children and disguise them as our own, that our sexual morals are shocking (This one has flipped in the last half century - From the Gypsy Lore Society's talk of the lascivious Romni seductress who will lie with a strange man for a night after a 'gypsy wedding', to today's frenzied talk of 'grabbing' and sexually-conservative early marriages to ensure virginity), that we are supernatural in some way, and that we are more like animals than humans. These are tropes where if you want to address them, you will have to address them as libels - there is no way to casually write a baby-stealing, magical succubus nomad without it backfiring onto real life Roma. (The kind of person who has the skills to write these tropes well, is not the kind of person who is reading this guide.)

It’s too easy to say a list of prescriptive “Do nots”, which might stop you from making the most common pitfalls, but which can end up with your nomads being slightly flat as you dance around the topics that you’re trying to avoid, rather than being a rich culture that feels real in your world.

So, here are some questions to ask, to create your nomadic people, so that they will have a distinctive culture of their own that may (or may not) look anything like real-world Romani people: These aren't the only questions, but they're good starting points to think about before you make anything concrete, and they will hopefully inspire you to ask MORE questions.

First - Why are they nomadic? Nobody moves just to feel the wind in their hair and see a new horizon every morning, no matter what the inspirational poster says. Are they transhumant herders who pay a small rent to graze their flock on the local lord’s land? Are they following migratory herds across common land, being moved on by the cycle of the seasons and the movement of their animals? Are they seasonal workers who follow man-made cycles of labour: Harvests, fairs, religious festivals? Are they refugees fleeing a recent conflict, who will pass through this area and never return? Are they on a regular pilgrimage? Do they travel within the same area predictably, or is their movement governed by something that is hard to predict? How do they see their own movements - Do they think of themselves as being pushed along by some external force, or as choosing to travel? Will they work for and with outsiders, either as employees or as partners, or do they aim to be fully self-sufficient? What other jobs do they do - Their whole society won’t all be involved in one industry, what do their children, elderly, disabled people do with their time, and is it “work”?

If they are totally isolationist - How do they produce the things which need a complex supply chain or large facilities to make? How do they view artefacts from outsiders which come into their possession - Things which have been made with technology that they can’t produce for themselves? (This doesn’t need to be anything about quality of goods, only about complexity - A violin can be made by one artisan working with hand tools, wood, gut and shellac, but an accordion needs presses to make reeds, metal lathes to make screws, complex organic chemistry to make celluloid lacquer, vulcanised rubber, and a thousand other components)

How do they feel about outsiders? How do they buy and sell to outsiders? If it’s seen as taboo, do they do it anyway? Do they speak the same language as the nearby settled people (With what kind of fluency, or bilingualism, or dialect)? Do they intermarry, and how is that viewed when it happens? What stories does this culture tell about why they are a separate people to the nearby settled people? Are those stories true? Do they have a notional “homeland” and do they intend to go there? If so, is it a real place?

What gorjers think of as classic "Gipsy music" is a product of our real-world situation. Guitar from Spain, accordions from the Soviet Union (Which needed modern machining and factories to produce and make accessible to people who weren't rich- and which were in turn encouraged by Soviet authorities preferring the standardised and modern accordion to the folk traditions of the indigenous peoples within the bloc), brass from Western classical traditions, via Balkan folk music, influences from klezmer and jazz and bhangra and polka and our own music traditions (And we influence them too). What are your people's musical influences? Do they make their own instruments or buy them from settled people? How many musical traditions do they have, and what are they all for (Weddings, funerals, storytelling, campfire songs, entertainment...)? Do they have professional musicians, and if so, how do those musicians earn money? Are instrument makers professionals, or do they use improvised and easy-to-make instruments like willow whistles, spoons, washtubs, etc? (Of course the answer can be "A bit of both")

If you're thinking about jobs - How do they work? Are they employed by settled people (How do they feel about them?) Are they self employed but providing services/goods to the settled people? Are they mostly avoidant of settled people other than to buy things that they can't produce themselves? Are they totally isolationist? Is their work mostly subsistence, or do they create a surplus to sell to outsiders? How do they interact with other workers nearby? Who works, and how- Are there 'family businesses', apprentices, children with part time work? Is it considered 'a job' or just part of their way of life? How do they educate their children, and is that considered 'work'? How old are children when they are considered adult, and what markers confer adulthood? What is considered a rite of passage?

When they travel, how do they do it? Do they share ownership of beasts of burden, or each individually have "their horse"? Do families stick together or try to spread out? How does a child begin to live apart from their family, or start their own family? Are their dwellings something that they take with them, or do they find places to stay or build temporary shelter with disposable material? Who shares a dwelling and why? What do they do for privacy, and what do they think privacy is for?

If you're thinking about food - Do they hunt? Herd? Forage? Buy or trade from settled people? Do they travel between places where they've sown crops or managed wildstock in previous years, so that when they arrive there is food already seeded in the landscape? How do they feel about buying food from settled people, and is that common? If it's frowned upon - How much do people do it anyway? How do they preserve food for winter? How much food do they carry with them, compared to how much they plan to buy or forage at their destinations? How is food shared- Communal stores, personal ownership?

Why are they a "separate people" to the settled people? What is their creation myth? Why do they believe that they are nomadic and the other people are settled, and is it correct? Do they look different? Are there legal restrictions on them settling? Are there legal restrictions on them intermixing? Are there cultural reasons why they are a separate people? Where did those reasons come from? How long have they been travelling? How long do they think they've been travelling? Where did they come from? Do they travel mostly within one area and return to the same sites predictably, or are they going to move on again soon and never come back?

And then within that - What about the members of their society who are "unusual" in some way: How does their society treat disabled people? (are they considered disabled, do they have that distinction and how is it applied?) How does their society treat LGBT+ people? What happens to someone who doesn't get married and has no children? What happens to someone who 'leaves'? What happens to young widows and widowers? What happens if someone just 'can't fit in'? What happens to someone who is adopted or married in? What happens to people who are mixed race, and in a fantasy setting to people who are mixed species? What is taboo to them and what will they find shocking if they leave? What is society's attitude to 'difference' of various kinds?

Basically, if you build your nomads from the ground-up, rather than starting from the idea of "I want Gypsies/Buryats/Berbers/Minceiri but with the numbers filed off and not offensive" you can end up with a rich, unique nomadic culture who make sense in your world and don't end up making a rod for the back of real-world cultures.

[spitgobbler]

the bot broke + misgendered and i can’t stop laughing 😭 I’ve never seen one do this before

[pebblesinyourshoe]

Be Like Phil - Keep Doing Your Best

Punxsutawney Phil, the groundhog from Gobbler’s Knob near Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania, is the centerpiece of a celebration dating back more than a hundred years.

While the “Inner Circle” - the men in top hats and black overcoats who speak ‘Groundhogese’, claim 100% accuracy with their predictions, the actual success rate is around 39% accuracy. Most often, Phil emerges, sees his shadow, retreats to his den, and six more weeks of winter remain.

But Phil isn’t always right. He’s actually wrong more than he’s right. And yet thousands still gather to celebrate him. People still dress in fancy long blacks coats with tall black top hats. The event still receives national attention. And the groundhog does his thing and is wrong more than right. And still the hype.

Which serves as a reminder to us all that we can misstep. We can try and then fail. We can think we see our shadow and think one way when another outcome becomes reality. And we will be okay. Just like Phil. The key is to keep rising everyday and looking outward. And if we see our shadow, realize that we can do our best with what we have and get it right sometimes. And other times, we miss the mark. But like Phil, we keep hope and we keep trying and if we are lucky we may even have overexcited individuals dress in funny outfits celebrating our best efforts.

Happy Groundhog Day. Here’s hoping Phil’s best effort brings us an early spring.

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[ashbelero]

Look, I don't give a fuck about whether it's a Pagan ritual or not. It's not being done that way now. This is several men in tuxedos going up to the Knob Gobbler to fish a rodent out of the ground and claim to be speaking Groundhogese so they can read off of a scroll about whether it's going to keep being cold. I'd take the goat king over that. He's certainly better than the one they've got now.

I’m sorry, the groundhog lives WHERE?

[ace-with--a-mace]

cannot do anything at school now cameras everywhere

[galoots]

@d00mkn1ght (tumblr never can find your blog when I'm trying to reply??)

This took me a second but yes this is absolutely turkey!gladstones name now and I would love for someone to draw happyrock and gladstone together