#gobblers

THEY HAVE BEARDS

The hairlike bristles that grow from the chests of male turkeys (or gobblers) and some hens are actually specialized feathers called meso filoplumes that grow from a single follicle. They can be lengthy, with some beards touching the ground, though feeding tends to wear down the ends, according to the Pennsylvania Game Commission.

lyra is an orphan girl living in oxford and there is a prophecy linked to her ,oh great another orphan kids story with a prophecy!!

the gobblers are kidnapping children to separate them from their daemons, they kidnapped Lyra's best friend, lyra find out that her parents are alive and that her mother is in charge of all that shit

lyra finds one of her friends about to die from the trauma of the intercision, she is saved from the intercision in bolvangar, damn!!

Lyra's father Lord Asriel murders his best friend to create a portal to another world, what the hell no, that damned will pay for his crimes

Lyra is now in another world and befriends this murderous boy (Will) who has enough trouble in his world.

Will loses two fingers in a fight, fuck poor kid, he's bleeding out somebody do something shit

a witch kills Will's absent father, his best friend is kidnapped, some gay angels tell him they need his knife that cuts between worlds because a war against god is coming, the madmen of the church are looking for lyra damn, and Will too

Lyra is drugged by her mother, a guy tries to abuse Will, Will and Lyra meet again Will kills someone, Lyra meets his death to get in the world of dead’s

lyra betrays herself by separating from pantalaimon to go with her friend roger, this is fucking painful plz stop , also she almost fell into an abyss like her parents

the two kids are looking for their daemons in the middle of a war, they kill god and the church keeps trying to kill Lyra before the prophecy is fulfilled

I was going to post a bit of snark at the expense of the graphics typsetter person at the start of the show getting the rather essential word ‘dæmon’ wrong (like obvious we all just write ‘daemon’ for convenience in fandom circles but on the official intro card for this huge-budget show you’d think they’d make sure that was right...)

I was going to make a dumb joke about the Gobblers getting everywhere, even separating the precious bond between the two halves of the æ. But then I was looking the character up and saw this diagram of the glyph’s evolution:

It literally derives from an original pair of glyphs of a person and an animal.

When I came up with the idea of doing this project, of illustrating my copy of Northern Lights to celebrate 25 years since the release of the book, almost immediately my partner suggested I do all 23 chapters and two bonuses to bring the illustrations up to a total of 25. Hence the book cover that I started this whole thing with in July. But as soon as I read through the book, poring over it to find the perfect scene to bring to life, I almost immediately knew which chapter was going to get two entries. My other chapter 3 illustration, of Lyra in the crypt with the skull and the daemon disc was a must from a purely personal perspective: the scene stuck with me so clearly from when I first read it that i just had to draw it for myself. Meanwhile this scene, from a story perspective, is infinitely more powerful. And now here they both are, living quite happily together. I'm very glad that I left this one til last as I think my experimentation and experience with color has made all the difference to the outcome. Also finally you patient Marisa lovers get to see her clearly.

Other illustrations in this series:

"Hi, everyone," Mrs. Coulter sang, voice cheery. It was 7 o'clock on the dot as her eyes scanned over all the tiles of meeting participants. Rows of tired-looking men nursing full cups of coffee greeted her.

Who's missing?

The scientist from New Denmark, her daemon answered her, eyes narrowing. Dr. Laurel.

Well, he'd be fired by the day's end. Punctuality was essential. She locked the meeting so that no new participants could join.

"Please remember to mute yourselves," she instructed, "and to turn your cameras on. That includes you, Dr. Stevenson."

"What now?" The old man's raspy voice croaked at her from his black profile, which bore the name "stevieboi251." The golden monkey snickered and Mrs. Coulter fought the heavy urge to simultaneously roll her eyes and shudder.

"Camera on," she repeated, being as kind as she could possibly muster. "I want to see all of your lovely faces."

"Mrs. Coulter," said another tile suddenly, Dr. Jenkins. "May I ask a question first, before we get started?"

No, Mrs. Coulter thought, feeling her jaw clench as she reached over to grab a fistful of the golden monkey's fur. Absolutely, fucking not, you chauvinistic piece of shit!