I'm Algonquin/Ojibwe and this is a spirit that comes from our teachings.
As a young child, the elders taught me to never even SPEAK its name, to not even sing its songs. When we sang a song about it during drumming group one year, we all got in trouble.
You do not spell the word or speak the word.
It's NOT a "cryptid" or a "spooky story" for white people to appropriate.
Its bearly spoken about in our own communities, and even then, only very carefully.
Again, not because its "creepy" but because its respected and something in our traditions that is not played around with; so its certainly not for non-ojibwe/algonquin people to speak about whatsoever. Period.
It is important that any polite young goblin keep his table manners in mind:
Elbows should be kept off the table: by keeping your elbows off the table you keep them ready to jab anyone who gets too close to your food.
When confronted with numerous eating utensils a good rule of thumb is to start by stealing the shiniest ones first
Eating with your hands is the sign of a properly brought up young goblin
There have been several conversations on the proper way to eat soup. Scooping soup into your mouth with your hands, lifting the bowl to slurp it noisily and putting your face into the bowl to drink are all acceptable.
Taking food off other peoples plates is a helpful and kindly thing to do, you are keeping their reflexes sharp and teaching them to guard their meal
Talk to both of your neighbors at the table unless they are dull in which case just shout to whomever you find interesting
Should an argument or difference of opinion break out try to calm the situation by biting the person you disagree with
Please keep in mind that many non goblins live in homes tragically devoid of moss, algae or interesting stones. For that reason it is recommended that you do not bring up such things lest the host be saddened and stop bringing you food
drawstring bags, 18th and 19th century
ISTJ: lab coats and autopsies of the not-quite-human, rows of silver file cabinets, footsteps echoing down cavernous sterile hallways, humming tape recorders, unintelligible whispers from inside the walls.
ESTJ: dark trench coats and black coffee, “What we need is evidence,” polaroids on cork board, caution tape, untraceable phone calls, flickering street lights, skepticism, secret meetings in rainy alleyways.
INFP: black highways stretching into the night, screech-owl calls, baggy brown flannels, ominous religious billboard, unexplained cases of arson, a great once-buried force now rising from the earth.
ENFP: off-limit areas in state parks, rings of glowing mushrooms, cabins filled with faded maps and unsettling taxidermy, caves lined with crystals, walkie talkies, the silhouette of unidentifiable antlers.
ISTP: ominous cable towers stretching into a blood red sunset, picking locks, beat up converse and scraped knuckles, trespassing in abandoned factories and finding secret tunnels connecting the town.
ESTP: missing person newspaper headlines, the feeling of being watched in a fluorescent midnight diner, summer storms, shady local politicians with greasy smiles, novelty ties, and bloody secrets.
ESFJ: bicycles with baskets, befriending loners who see ghosts, pep-talks and first aid kits, bouquets in graveyards, Ouija board sleepovers, lying hand-in-hand on a blanket stargazing for signs of UFOs.
ISFJ: secret treehouses where time is just a little different, shoe-boxes full of old coins no one can identify, saddle shoes, pinkie promises, rescuing strange animals you found by the train tracks
INTJ: specimens in formaldehyde and stolen classified documents, telepathic abilities, government surveillance, erasing your old identity, knowing too much, hiding out in a lighthouse until the time is right.
ENTJ: letterman jackets and restlessness, dreaming of flying, meteor crashes, taking home pieces of glowing space debris, calling the press, “Don’t you understand! This could change everything!”
ISFP: charcoal sketches of shadowy figures, porcelain dolls, sleepwalking into abandoned buildings, prophetic dreams, cornfields at midnight, attic rooms visible only to you, “ No one ever believes me.”
ESFP: eerie late August carnivals, fucking with things that absolutely should not be fucked with and then getting tempted by dark forces, chaotic split-lip grins, breaking curses, standing your ground.
INFJ: boarded-up Victorian houses consumed by ivy, gardens of poisonous plants, typewriter keys and piles of unread manuscripts, knowing all of this has happened before, taking secrets to the grave.
ENFJ: spiral notepads and yellow pencils behind the ear, interviewing local hermits, speaking up at town hall meetings, justice for the restless dead, making powerful enemies of faceless men in dark suits.
INTP: ‘70s science fiction paperbacks and striped tee-shirts, clay models of alien spacecraft, broken glasses, chalkboard equations, creaking swingset chains, strange spinning lights above the suburbs.
ENTP: abandoned hospitals and EMF meters, notebooks filled with illegible equations, knowing everyone else in town calls you crazy, esoteric texts in dead languages, portals to other dimensions.
from this post ==> https://carrionthird.tumblr.com/post/186343356397/snufkin-moomin-snufkin-gently-grabs-moomins
moomin loved it <3
Dear lady of the lake, whilst I do very much appreciate the sentiment of you leaving a dam in my front yard, I’m not sure I’m a huge fan of my roses going missing. I understand you like them very much, but you could simply take a cutting rather than digging up the entire plant. I say this with greatest love and admiration.
ps. Have attached some feathers and coins in hopes that you will prefer them to the roses
In science today we had a project where we read dna to find the traits of an alien name an snork. I was just excited to see snork on our board but then my dna was only one trait off of being snork! It was skinny instead of plump
me every time I think about that One sentence in moominsummer madness where one of the woodies says “’nufkin”
Sneeg caught swearing in 4k
Never thought I'd say this but man I hope joe fucking destroys this child