#and human Stitcher

[anxiety-crab]

Got my episode 7 video up for the YouTube crowd! Check out Lone Stitcher there if you prefer to stay away from the comic apps! Or if you just want to be extra supportive 🤍🖤

[stitchedragdoll]

It occured to me no one actually know about Juliette

Brace yourself, it's pretty silly

So

With the other members of the team, we tend to play around, and make aus of wttmv

So as of now, there is : Reverse, What if, Human, Acting Cast, and many others because we keep making those lmao

Anyway

Those are not canon ! It's just for our own fun !

Juliette is from Acting Cast au !

We joked around a bit about who would be what kind of actor

Juliette is the succesful actress playing Stitcher in a serie adaptation of wttmv in some universe ( the kind of actress you see and hear everywhere lmao). In that au she also does the voice of Filante who would only be a cgi character

It's all just for fun

Of course, in that AU Juliette is bestie with the actor of Croupier (Chris) and his girlfriend Jolene

So in all, yes, she is "Stitcher" but only the same way an actor would be their character. Juliette has her own personality quirks and a girlfriend

[km3tt0]

I promised i was gonna draw something and i did

I love them way too much HELP ME ‼️‼️

Stitcher/Juliette Actor: @arikihalloween

NO CANON BTW!!

Also ramble ramble:

Croupier’s name as human and actor (because yeah, they’re two different people) is Chris Del Pilar

Chris (Actor) is more out going, less an idiot and almost a himbo, he’s nice and very oblivious about a lot of things. Inside the Actor AU Lore, Croupier is his first big role as an actor and rapidly became very popular. Due their relationship inside the show (fun fact: Inside the Actor AU, WTTMV is a visual novel adapted to a tv show) Juliette and Chris became really close to each other, so all the chemistry between them as friends is actually real!

They spend a lot of time together alongside Jolene (Chris’ fiancé… but it’s more like Chris is Jol’s fiancé, she asked the question) and I LOVE THEM

(Croupier human is different from Actor, one day I’m gonna draw more of him too)

[sweetlikesummerhoney]

Ok so I am in love with Ur mafia au

Read ur rather die....in love with it

Can we get how they meet, fallen in love, and first time in bed?❤️

Reader being Megatron's sister and optimus fall for her after a steamy night

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

human! (pre mafia boss) orion pax x afab reader.

human mafia! au. plot. lore. mild gore and wounds. found family with megatron (he's your brother). reader is referred to as "stitcher" briefly. orion pax!!!

oral giving and recieving. fingering. praise kink and mild dirty talk. overstimulation. piv sex.

boy this might be really long lol the brain worms were fr stewing on this one. I couldn't just write the steamy scenes without lots of plot and backstory, so this is an unofficial official beginning between megatronous and orion pax (later optimus).

you were familiar with the way his rough, warm hands would always press into your shoulders. guiding you, teaching you the ruthless land of the underworld. filled with hate and hunger, greedy eyes and starving stomaches.

his name was megatronous. his presence was one of the rare reliefs in kaon. because in the underworld, the only way to survive is to claw your way to the surface. and he had already done that once before.

despite his skinny, lengthy body, his heart held true. despite the way he had suffered, watching his brothers and sisters die in the mines. his mere designation as a coal miner did not bind him, but rather fuel that raging spark he held in his chest.

it had been mere coincidence you had passed him. ears perked for danger, because in kaon there was no time to rest. if you didn't have your guard up, you would be prey to the ruthless that haunted the tunnels.

all you heard was a grunt before finding someone barely older than you, one with striking silver hair and ruby red eyes. despite the way the black uniform clung to his boney form, you could clearly see the red that slowly spilled from his torso.

his eyes narrowed as you slowly approached, reaching into your bag to retrieve the few, rare bandages you managed to scavenge from behind a hospital.

maybe it was your bleeding heart that made you do this. or foolishness. kaon has no place for fools.

you helped him anyway.

he weakly scampered away, trying to fruitlessly drag his body away from you in fear. his fangs were on display as he hissed at you, daring you to approach, ruby eyes narrowed at your form.

you feigned innocence as you saw him clench at the handle of a blade, eyes squinted in determination. boundless will to survive hit you, and you smiled to yourself.

he stiffened.

you ignored his threats, the way he brandished his weapon without batting an eyelash. you were unresponsive to the way he threatened to slash you to pieces. you ignored the way his knife pressed against vulnerable flesh, instead taking in his shaking hand and the harsh words escaping parched lips.

what a feisty little thing.

you wordlessly began treating the wound, watching confusion and weariness set on his face. the tight grip on the blade never left, but he was kind enough to shift when you went to wrap the wound.

"this is a salve that you can apply. otherwise, try to keep the wound as clean as possible. no dirt, soot, or foreign material should get in there." you spoke, giving him a firm nod as you stood up.

it took him a few seconds to recognize the kindness lingering off your form, something simply unheard of in the underground.

"why?" it was a simple question, but it struck your soul. you pursed your lips, biting them as you thought.

"everyone deserves a bit of kindness every once in a while."

and then you left, not knowing this wouldn't be the first time you saw him.

-

he kept you in his sight. watching the way you scampered and fled, keeping close eyes on the officers who drank and smoked. you were an unofficial medic of sorts, despite being so young and helpless. those around you kept their lips tight and eyes closed to your actions.

whether from disinterest or a strange sort of protectiveness, megatronous was not sure. what he did know, was you were around his age. a young kaonian without any parents, and without support. it was a miracle you had survived as you did.

and a sort of strange, alluring foolishness that caused you to stop and help that night. so unlike the others that roamed the darkened alleyways.

a botched, silver scar had rested in the place of the wound you had treated all those months ago. and between fighting in the rings and gathering information about the kings of kaon, he had stumbled across you once again.

you were cornered. surrounded by ruthless fighters who had nothing good to do than waste time. their leers and jeering had you narrowing your eyes and clutching the straps of your backpack.

their figures seemed to tower over yours as they pulled and pushed, but your face held nothing but slight annoyance.

you looked helpless. someone so small wouldn't be able to fight off the street ruffians of kaon. megatronous, for once, thought about stepping in. if it were anyone else, any other kaonian, he wouldn't have cared. yet one of the kind souls, few and far in between, had all been caught and killed.

the good die young was a saying that he bitterly believed in.

your hair whipped into your face as you yowled, quickly avoiding their jabs. unheard words were uttered, only spurring them on. you eyed their dirtied knives with disdain.

one got closer, pulling at loose hair as you jerked closer. megatronous was not close enough to hear what was being uttered, but from your expression he could only guess.

and when a knife scraped itself into your skin, the world went sideways.

megatronous came to your rescue as you lept into action. one hand that had been previously hidden behind your back had flung several sharp, thick needles in their directions. with surprising speed and accuracy, you slammed your fist into the nearest's stomach and sent the offender sprawling to the floor.

megatronous didn't let surprise flash over his face, merely swooping in and quickly taking out the remaining perpetrators near you. their angry cries were quickly quieted as they saw who stood before them.

the rising star of kaon. megatronous. the gladiator who killed and fought and clawed through blood, sweat, and tears.

who slaughtered mercilessly in the pits, with ruby red eyes that swam like the sea of blood shed around him.

you stared in silence.

"are you okay?" his question took you by surprise. from the rumors floating around you had only guessed megatronous was vicious and enraged, merciless and sharper than the current military's commanders.

from skin to bone into lithe, smooth muscle. he had grown significantly since the last time you saw him. all those matches won must have given him several credits for better resources. better food.

an option out.

yet here he was. still in kaon. still in that same dirty, black uniform.

"m' fine." you mutter, brushing hair out of your face as you eye him up and down.

"you normally don't come here." you snort as you raise an eyebrow,

"and what were you doing here? your sponsors would balk at the way their honored gladiator of kaon still dirties himself with the underground."

his frame stiffened, eyes narrowing and hands clenching for a moment. his voice is smooth and filled with purpose as he speaks. you see the way his shoulders straighten and relax, hands clasped against his back as he speaks.

"kaon is all the same wherever you go. my sponsors know nothing of the way miners are poisoned and killed every day. orphans grow every day without a parent, and these streets are far from safe.

I do not associate myself with them." he spits the words out like poison, eyes narrowing and jaw clenching at the mere mention of those above him.

its strange, the way he talks. nothing of the harsh and blunt way kaonians usually spoke, his voice had a tone and rhythm that was unfamiliar, yet held importance. he demanded attention despite barely being older than eighteen.

"then tell me, megatronous. why are you here?" he cleared his throat, eyes gleaming appreciatively as you uttered his name. a designation. one with deeper meaning and endless ambition.

"for you."

you balk, confusion filling your face as you scrunch your nose.

"we need a medic for our future endeavors. you are one of the only medics in kaon that would treat anyone. without question."

you tense.

"for the revolution." his grin seems to grow wider, almost splitting his face as he looks at you, pleased.

"so you've heard."

"I've heard about an ambitious gladiator who spoke of freedom and liberation. who speaks for his fallen brothers and sisters to a system broken beyond repair.

I've heard of a ruthless uprising in the underground. where whispers travel from kaon all the way of iacon. I've heard of two brothers who were bonded together by fate.

I've heard of civil unrest through the ranks. threatening to snap as you and your forces slowly reach further, preaching to anyone who will listen. I've heard many things. but are they true?" you ask, eyes blazing with determination. your skills could be used for good. other than patching up drunkards and sickly little children who are forced to work in the mines for their next meal.

megatronous nods.

"they are."

"then, I also heard that megatronous has acquired a skilled medic." a smirk graces his face.

"then so be it."

-

he is ambitious. so much more than you had originally thought. his roots were deeper than you thought, reaching the younglings of kaon, the miners and all those who had been oppressed.

it took no time for megatronous to acquire all the supplies he needed to set up a medic center, straight in the heart of the refuge camp. it was lively, with children and adults together, hiding and seeking care away from the ruthless rulers of kaon.

criminals. refugees. hopeless people who had been shackled by the increasingly thinner line between working and being owned by those who paid them.

you had seen it all.

pneumonia and rotting lungs impacted by the toxic waste in the water and air. children missing limbs and thin, skeletal frames just barely clinging onto life.

people who shouldn't be alive by logic and science. yet they hold and cling onto their fragile hope with calloused hands.

it was much worse than you had ever thought it to be.

and megatronous had guided you through it. rooting you back to the present, with the sick and suffering who laid on the floor separated by thin sheets and scrap for privacy.

his voice was a mere echo in your ear as you sprung into work. there was much to do and so little time to do anything other than it. because while you had thought to help, you didn't understand the way kaon was poisoned.

kaon was suffering from disease.

and megatronous was the epidemic.

even the sick had greeted him, in hoarse, roughened voices filled with hope. and with every greeting you saw and the way he shifted made you realize that this was much bigger than you and the gladiator of kaon.

you understood, in a sense, why he composed himself like this. he was like a walking talking god, but this time, this god responded in earnest towards its people.

his steps held more than just his ambition. but rather the lives of those who had clung to him in hope and desperation.

his voice rose you from your thoughts as you wordlessly began assessing your newly acquired patients.

"I assume this center has been set up to your standards?" you nod. "yes. although I'm not sure how much time or efforts would have been wasted had I said no." ruby eyes narrow the slightest.

"I would have gotten what I wanted regardless." a shiver runs up your spine, turning away from his suddenly unnerving expression as you continued to clean wounds and bandage lacerations.

you had heard lots about a gladiator who had slowly begun to build an empire. for the sick and helpless and poor. those like you but without such will and drive to survive.

you just hoped you hadn't picked the wrong side to tango with. even if that dance lead you closer to death every single day.

.

years were shaved off your life when kaon had erupted into chaos. where government officials and ruthless military had beat down those who threatened their existence. you were there when starving, thin frames had shattered to the floor with every pop! pop! pop! that echoed in the air.

you were there when megatronous and soundwave had gathered their followers to protest against their lords. you were there in the aftermath.

burying the bodies who no longer had identities and names. mere numbers in a death count.

and megatron was endless.

he and his people fought back. blood spilt and sprayed that day. desperation where he had fought his way into the center of kaon. where he rallied his troops and broke into the executive residence of the lords of kaon.

adrenaline coursed through your veins as you ran through the crowd, quickly dragging away the wounded back to safety before going back. it was relentless, the way each second felt like eons, where the screams and hollers of those around you cut through the air.

and in the end, where megatron got what he wanted. but at what cost?

you were the one who had to burry the bodies. of children and teenagers and adults who believed in the future before them. of a gladiator who had pushed and pushed and pushed until there was nothing in his way.

he never visited you that night. where you had to bury people you knew and grew up with. those who you had eaten and cooked with. those whom you had helped build their homes and cured their ailments.

those who shared intimate words of the future. a hope that never died even with their final breathes.

you were the one who had to tell siblings, newly orphaned children, and broken families of every. single. loss.

somewhere between now and then things had changed.

megatron and his endless greed were nothing compared to your will to survive. despite the heavy feeling in your chest, those around you celebrated and cheered each time megatron's flag had been raised to the streets.

it felt like greed consumed your soul as you watched those return, either in body bags or with wounds that would last lifetimes.

it wasn't you. but the thoughts began to plague your entire being with ever wound you inflicted and each soul you saved.

people were happy and free. but at what cost?

what cost would he stop?

that you could not answer. so instead you hid away in a crowded bar filled with laughter and cheers. your soul seemed to shake at the way those around you shook, eyes glancing off wounds and bandages and endless flesh.

all you could do is avert your eyes and drink your sorrows away.

war is not for the weak hearted.

and unfortunately, you were.

a firm, yet unfamiliar hand pressed against your shoulder. flashes of megatron and his endless lithe echoed in your head as you turned in alarm. he was the last you wanted to see. after all those lives lost.

instead, it was a young man with a soft smile on his face. black hair curled back, with soft wisps kissing smooth skin.

"you look troubled." his voice was smooth and deep, gently scraping against your ears as you turned back to your drink. he took a seat right besides you as you sighed.

"orion pax. and you are?"

"they call me stitcher."

"the head medic. you did quite a job out there. heard ratchet couldn't keep you off field." you shook yourself with a heartless chuckle.

"the battlefield always calls."

orion shifts for a moment, calling out to the bartender and ordering an unusually fruity concoction compared to the hard liquor being served all around.

you smiled mirthlessly.

"no hard energon for you?"

orion sputtered as he flushed.

"nothing wrong with enjoying your drink. and not burning your taste buds off."

"it's not meant for enjoyment." you say, pressing your lips together as you glance into the glass before you. it shimmers and swirls like the stars in the books you had gathered.

of galaxies and places far beyond your reach. holding endless possibilities and freedom. boundless energy without respite.

"it's not your fault." he pipes up, eyes nervously taking in your stormy expression.

"I saw you out there today. you couldn't save everyone." "but what if I could? what if I tried harder? what if I made the wrong decisions?" you continue, feeling your eyes fill with tears as you shake.

"I had to chose between the future generation and my friends today. there wasn't enough supplies and medicine to go around for everyone." you clench your fist as you refuse to look your companion in the eye.

"people bled out there because I was too slow." "you were exhausted." he fought for you. in a way, trying to wrangle in the endless grief and guilt that weighed over your head. you shook your head.

"everyone was."

you stiffened at the way orion wrapped his arms around you, tucking your chest under his chin. you could feel the way his chest rumbles as he gently rubs your back.

"one shall stand. many will fall. we are still here, and that is all that matters. because we stood up for those who could not."

and for once, the tightly clasped lock to your chest had opened. and for the first time in years, you wept.

-

he is soft in his embrace. his hands are smooth and barely calloused as he slowly presses you against the cheap hotel room. energon rushes between both of your veins as he grasps your hair, giving you a soft smile before devouring you.

his lips are soft against yours as the two of you move in tandem. his shirt is soft in your grasp as you clutch him closer, grounding you to reality around you.

the two of you part with shallow gasps, chests heaving against each other as orion looks you in the eye once more.

"are you sure this is what you want?" you nod eagerly, letting your head hit the soft mattress beneath you.

"make me forget tonight." orion is uncharacteristically bold as he smiles, pressing his forehead against yours as his breath brushes against lightly dewed skin.

"as you wish."

his kisses are fluttering against your neck as he nuzzles against you, tongue laving against your slow pulse. his nips are playful as he presses his hands against your hips, pressing you into place.

his hips jerk and swivel against yours, his grip tightening as he feels you jerk. the rough patch of his jeans grind against your core, and all you can do is squirm and mewl against him.

orion seems naive, yet his movement is anything but that. his weight presses against you as he slowly presses your legs open, gulping at the sight before you.

folds glisten in the limelight as you squirm, eyes helpless as you try helplessly to cover yourself. orion is having none of this as he gently traps your hips with his arm pressed across your stomach.

"stop squirming dear. you'll only work yourself up more."

his tongue gently presses against your clit, smirking against your folds as you mewl, head pressed against the pillow as your hair flows around you like a halo.

you look absolutely angelic.

orion is ruthless in the way he slowly rolls your clit in his mouth, pressing hot kisses against your folds and teasingly dipping the tip of his tongue into your cunt.

you keen softly as he presses against you, eagerly devouring anything you offer. its a mindless rhythm as he groans against you, his voice shaking your core as you gently grind against him.

his nose presses against your clit as he tongues you open, gently fucking you with his tongue. its almost enough stimulation, yet not enough.

it has you crying in frustration. heavy need and want floods your system, robbing your mind of the endless spiral of thoughts.

orion gives you one last, half lidded eye before reaching up and kissing you. you can taste the tang of yourself against your lips as he sucks on your bottom lip.

you gasp as you feel thick fingers press against your folds, gently teasing you open before slowly stretching you. its sudden but slow and it has you clenching tightly against his fingers.

you tangle your hands into his hair as you press him closer, breasts gently brushing against his chest. you can feel the breath leave him as he gently fucks you.

the palm of his hand gently grinds into your center as he slowly pumps his fingers into your gummy walls. you should almost be embarrassed by the slick that gushes between your legs and the echo of wet noise between the two of you.

but his smile reassures you.

his mouth presses against your breasts, gently biting and sucking his claim against smooth, pretty skin. you arch into his touch as he whispers sweet nothings to you.

"that's it. just like that. clench down on me."

"fuck, keep grinding against me like that. good. good girl."

you gently press his head up as he looks at you in slight confusion.

"let me.... taste you too." you huff, chest gasping for air as he gives one harsher thrust of his fingers, smirking at the sudden way your hips jerk as you moan in surprise.

"of course sweetheart. whatever you want."

he stands, allowing you to slowly crawl to your knees and press yourself against smooth, defined legs. you bat your eyelashes at him as he puts one hand on your head.

the weight is reassuring as you gently grasp him in your hands, mouth salivating at the sheer weight agains the palm of your hand.

you press the tip of his head into your mouth, gently swirling the velvet against your tongue and savoring the salty, savory taste against your tongue. you can hear orion gulp above you as he gently eases his hips closer, allowing you to further take his length down your throat.

the weight of his cock settles against the back of your throat as you breath through your nose, taking in deep breaths to calm your beating heart.

orion is flustered above you, eyes glassy and lips pressed firmly against himself. one hand is pressed into a fist by his sides as he obediently stills his hips.

he is left speechless as you bob your head, sucking your cheeks in as you swirl aimless patterns against his cock. it has him jerking and moaning, gently guiding your head up and down his length as he praises you in breathless pants.

"fuck. just like that. you should see yourself now. taking my cock down your throat."

his thrusts grow eager and harsher as he becomes more sensitive. there's a sense of urgency as he bucks and moans into your mouth, and with a surprised moan, he rips himself from you.

thick, long fingers press against the base of his cock as he greedily inhales air.

you look up at him with saddened eyes, like a puppy who's favorite treat had been taken.

he chuckles at you.

"get on the bed." you obey, pressing your front against smooth sheets as you arch your back, pressing your ass into the air.

he gently palms your ass in appreciation before pressing a familiar weight against your shoulder.

familiar in the way megatronous once did.

but for some reason, this feels more. better than that empty feeling that sunk into your stomach every time megatron visited you.

"are you ready?" "please." is all you can utter as he presses himself into you.

the two of you grunt in sync as he enters, you gasping and trying to press away from his thick cock. he gently shushes you, stroking your arm and intertwining your hands together as he slowly fucks you.

his lips press against your pulse as his thrusts grow confident and long, you can feel him smirk against your neck as he buries his head into the crook of your neck.

"cum for me love." and all you can do is obey.

two rough pads press and swirl against your swollen clit, playing eagerly with the sensitive bud with calculated rolls. his thrusts hit a gooey spot in you and you clench hard around him.

you arch your back, eagerly pressing your hips against his as you mewl.

"there? right there princess?" orion pants, hips mercilessly driving against you as you clench and keen around him.

you think drool slowly drips through your parted lips, but you can't tell from the overwhelming tightness against your core. like a lightning bolt, your orgasm crashes through your form as you clench and cry.

orion shushes you softly as he continues thrusting, teeth scraping against the shell of your ear as you squirm against his weight.

all you can do is lay there and take it as he wrings orgasm after orgasm from your exhausted body.

he's endless in the way he traces over your body, pressing kisses against scars and bruises. his warm blue eyes seem to see through your soul.

and all you can do is clench and mewl at him, desperately clinging against him as he fucks into you. his hips slam against yours as you feel him swell in your cunt.

you weren't sure where he had gotten this stamina from, but it was a blessing and a curse in disguise. it made you sensitive and jerky, both wanting to be pulled into another mind melting orgasm, and seconds away from trying to jerk away in overstimuation.

and when he cums, he presses against you with his soul. you can feel him slowly fill you with his warmth as he pants, gently smoothing your hair from your face and gently smiling at you.

"that's it. with me now." he guides you to gently breath against his chest, slowly syncing your hearts together as he clutches you to your chest.

and for once, your mind is silent and your chest is weightless.

maybe you did pick the right side.

[thedwarrowscholar]

Hi there! I am going to be playing an rpg soon using the One Ring system, and am planning to play a dwarf. I found your blog and it has been so helpful and interesting, thank you for all of your work!

I have a question about culture - I would like to play a healer/doctor-type character, I’m thinking along the lines of somebody who was a first port of call to treat mining injuries and the like. I’m wondering if you have any info about what kind of role doctors would play in dwarven society considering their immunity to illness, if this is referred to at all in Tolkien’s work, or anything similar?

Well met, and what a fine character concept!

Dwarves as doctors — it might sound contradictory at first, but let’s dig a little deeper (pun absolutely intended).

🪓 First, What Tolkien Tells Us

Dwarves, according to Tolkien, are:

Largely immune to disease — Human illnesses don’t afflict them.

Resistant to fire and corruption — Stronger even than Elves or Men.

Largely Unmoved by enchantment — Gimli famously resists Saruman’s voice when others are swayed.

Exceptionally hardy — They live long lives and are remarkably sturdy.

So no, they’re not seeing healers for the flu or a cough. However…

⛏️ Where Dwarves Do Need Healers

While illness is rare, injury is a daily reality. Consider the life of a Dwarf:

Mining accidents: cave-ins, broken limbs, burns, crushed digits

Forging mishaps: molten metal, sharp tools, inhaled fumes

Warfare: axe wounds, fractures, slashes, arrow injuries

Travels through wild lands: venom, broken bones, frostbite

A Dwarven "doctor" would thus be more like a wound-stitcher, bone-setter, or battlefield medic — part surgeon, part herbalist.

Imagine them with hardened fingers, singed eyebrows, a belt full of salves and clamps, shouting at young miners to "bite on the haft and hold still."

They'd also be skilled in:

Neutralising poison from spider bites, barbed arrows, or toxic fumes

Crafting protective salves for burns or frostbite

Using roots, mushrooms, and mosses gathered in the deep places of the world— the kind of ingredients other peoples have never heard of.

🧪 Healing in a Culture Without Disease

This unique Dwarven near-immunity actually shapes the healer's role differently than among other folk.

Think of it this way:

Dwarves don’t fight decay — they fight damage

A Dwarven healer is likely not your typical soft-voiced herbalist — that which they treat often needs to happen fast - hence they are practical and direct (and no doubt deeply respected).

In a Hall, they might be part of the mining guild, responsible for overseeing safe work and patching up the wounded.

👁 A Word on Dwarven Eyesight

It’s also worth noting that Dwarves are often described (or implied) to be nearsighted — their eyes well-suited to dark tunnels and close work, but less sharp at great distances. While not a "disability" per se, this trait likely influenced their perception-based injuries:

Falling rocks unseen till too late

Missed signs of a cave-in or fault line

Eye strain from fine rune-carving or gem work

Thus, Dwarven healers may also specialise in treating vision strain, developing magnifying lenses, or even crafting protective goggles for forge and mine alike. Though note, none of the Dwarves in the Company of Thorin wore any kind of goggles or lenses (though they were mentioned as being nearsighted) - so perhaps this was "not done" and a mark of some shame amongst them.

🧬 The Two Dwarven Illnesses

While Dwarves were famously resistant to disease — immune to human ailments and untouched by pestilence — two conditions were known to affect them:

Obesity (NKh: “fantagbâsh” - literally "broad fortune") Described by Tolkien that in times of plenty, many Dwarves would grow very fat, becoming physically inept and unable to do much besides eat.  This wasn’t framed as a health issue, per se, but it had clear mobility consequences (later in life Bombur had to be carried around by six young dwarves). A good Dwarven healer might be called upon to craft walking aids, prescribe salves, or adjust armour to fit an increasingly portly Lord. Though keep in mind that these "broader" dwarves wouldn't be regarded as ill, but that those with the widest belts would in fact carry considerable status in the hall.

An Older Bombur, as seen in LotRO, next to his carrier-dwarves.

Dragon-sickness (NKh: "uslukh-satas") Not a literal ailment, but a mental affliction — a consuming lust for gold and treasure, often triggered by proximity to a great hoard that had been brooded on by a Dragon. Most famously seen in Thorin Oakenshield, it clouds judgement, isolates the sufferer, and can lead to destructive paranoia. A healer might not be able to cure this sickness, but a top healer might study calming herbs. To what extent that might help is another matter entirely. The Dragon-sickness affected some more than others, and its effects were especially powerful on those who were already greedy and selfish. The most extreme case of this was the Master of Lake-town, who was given a part of Smaug's hoard to help in the rebuilding of Lake-town. Instead the Master took the gold and fled into the Waste, eventually dying of starvation.

Thorin's Dragon-sickness as depicted in The Hobbit movies

🎭 And in Your RPG?

Your Dwarven doctor could easily be:

The old-hand healer at the mining front

A former soldier’s medic who now treats injuries in peace

A herbmaster of the Deep Halls — one of the few who knows where healing mushrooms grow in the Roots of the Mountain

Or even a poison expert, who’s saved more than one axe-brother from a snake’s bite

You won’t need to think about diseases much (with the exception of dragon-sickness and obesity), but you will be the person everyone looks to when the stone cracks or a foe bites.

🩺 Dwarvish Healing Lore —Some Key Terms

If you wish to give your healer character some linguistic depth, here are a few Neo-Khuzdul terms relevant to healing, herbs, and recovery:

Healers & Patients

absâtrathkh – healer (leech); often a traditional, hands-on mender.

basatâl – professional healer; the equivalent of “doctor.”

mamahlikûn – he who is (or has been) treated; a patient under care.

Healing Practices

anradraiblêl – the practice of healing lore, especially bone-setting and cut-binding.

absata'lâz – recovery, the improvement of health after injury or trauma.

Medicinal Plants

ibsêtmajd - Athelas, Kingsfoil

zarsûnakhsag – entscloak, found near the mouths of the Entwash, known to ease the pains of the elderly.

i'bêdkhalf – tunglewort, a healing weed found along the Anduin in Gondor.

itmêm-mujd – settlegang, a Gondorian herb used in wound care.

jalaimgêmshelak – cranesbill, used for treating sores.

kalmunaith – maiden’s helm, a flower with soothing properties, found in Lossarnach.

sedezyusth – plantain herb, a common and reliable weed used in poultices.

Gem-Based Healing & Divination

kâminumkab – earth-reader, a Dwarf who uses gemstones as a focus for prophecy, healing, or magic.

kaminimkêb – earth-reading, a divinatory or ritual technique involving stones and crystals.

Treatments

ibrêzneked – poultice, a heated herbal paste spread on cloth and applied to the skin to draw out pain or infection.

In short: 🛑 No flu, no plague. ✅ Plenty of wounds, burns, bites, and breaks.

And the Dwarves — ever respectful of skill and grit — would honour such a healer greatly.

May your tools be sharp, your salves strong, and your beard never get caught in a splint.

Ever at your service, The Dwarrow Scholar

[joy-haver]

Tbh the world needs more whittlers, more weavers, more seamsters, stitchers, metalworkers, beaders, potters, shipbuilders, and wainwrights. I cannot tell you what I would give to find a good cobbler, or corset maker. Hand spinners are the most beloved folks in human history, if we are putting our love correctly. Where are my tanners? Where are my people who do the common work? The work that builds and sustains life? I know thousands of people pretty well, why can none of them carve an antler?

The real work of living is denied to us. We must learn it daily.

[samplerbot]

hi! cross stitcher here, I think this is a very cute concept but as it is the patterns are kind of unreadable due to the lack of gridding. are you planning on adding some way to count stitches/spaces in the future? jw!

Oh yes! Thank you for this ask-- short answer is "Yes, probably on Sunday!"

For the long answer, if I may be permitted to gush about the process for a moment… 😄

"What format should the samplers take?" is one of the main dilemmas that arose when building the bot. On the one hand, they need to 1. look beautiful, crisp, and legible, and on the other, they need to 2. be stitchable, but--

One of the earliest plans for the bot was for it to create full, complete patterns for each sampler: grid lines, symbols, and a key built into the bottom of the image-- basically recreating what WinStitch or PCStitch does. The key and symbols ideas never got off the ground (complicated to code), but I did get grid lines implemented.

They don't look good, though.

I would consider this version of a sampler to be failing at both points 1 and 2, neither looking very good nor being actually that good to stitch from. The grey lines wash out the color and break up the image and text, and the absence of symbols (and to a lesser extent centering lines, a key, and line counts) makes it subpar to work off of.

So my plan is to make two versions of each sampler: one, generated by the bot and uploaded to tumblr, and the other processed manually by me, the human, through WinStitch, with keys and symbols and a Pattern Keeper version and all that jazz. Hopefully, the best of both worlds. :)

Straight up, I didn't think anyone would even find the bot until Sunday at the earliest, so I was planning to process the first batch of samplers and upload them then. 😅 I'm thinking a Ko-Fi gallery to host the PDFs, since it lets you do 'free/pay-what-you-want'. I'll drop the link to those here when I do!

Thank you for the ask! I'm very happy to see the bot get a warm reception here. ^_^

[deramin2]

Bell's Hells had a mental health crisis on the eve of their deployment to the global crisis front lines, and went to a HAG for help. Protected only by being with her granddaughter (mob boss's granddaughter core). Specifically one who delights in voyeurism of bumbling awkwardness and failure. She treats people like her own personal soap opera. Allura said she's known to feed off misery. They tell Mori her intervention could influence the entire fate of the gods and the world.

FCG makes a deal with the hag and ASKS to have their memory wiped so they'd get to be surprised about what happens. Likely the payment was them being sufficiently interesting and dramatic for her because they implicitly trust her to help them.

The hag then tosses a magic lens into an ordinary feywild ravine with three magically enforced rules: they must bring her the lens to win. If they speak truths, a path will appear upwards. If they tell lies a new thing will go wrong for them. She then watches them escalate her high-stakes truth or dare game into telling each other their rawest internal shit they were keeping to themselves but were coloring their feelings. Fair or not. They do this remarkably willingly under her trap.

Then she sets them up on a video game platformer challenge where you have to physically navigate a path overa casm blind protected only by your friends in co-op chat looking the map. She sets up thunder hornets nests to punish themIf they have natural human reactions of concern. They win two rounds and then lose one. So she makes a new rule that they can take the loss (and unknown consequences) or try one more time but instead of it being safe game rules it's now potentially deadly. They agree. This time they win through expert teamwork and suppressing their emotions.

Last the hag sets them up with a game of TF2 vs. a spy team but no one knows who's missing. They have to capture three briefcases while KNOWING some of their team mates are working against them. Orym has to execute those contingency plans while uncovering whose a traitor and who's actually on his side but as sketchy as usual.

This is what they've all discussed as their nightmare scenario. This is what they are so afraid to go through that the misery is tearing them apart. She's forcing them to go through the thing they least want to face. As a practice run. Because the fear underneath is not just of betrayal, but failure. That if they can't work together they will fail to save the world, and thus everyone in the world. What's that really look like if that happened and you could lose for real? And not know what happens to them if they fail.

Some A+ reality TV content produced by Mori Entertainment. They might win an Exandrian daytime Emmy. Look at all that abject bubbling missery being created. An incredible feast willingly given. All they have to do is be normal for them in her vicinity and they basically asked her to feed off them as a favor to try an unsanctioned new therapy method on humanoid subjects. If she does nothing to hurt them except giving them games they asked for, she still gets a gourmet meal.

Nana Mori is simultaneously being a doting grandmother and a terrifying fey nightmare and Bell's Hells are like "please grandmother I think your death traps could fix me."

Will dopplegangers fix them? That remains to be seen. Depends on how they handle it. But they'll have a trial run to know for sure. That gives them time to break for real or adjust. Mori IS the fate stitcher, and thread came to her begging to be sewn. She plucks the strings that she finds most interesting. And whatever else they are, Bell's Hells are very interesting.

[spacetimewithstuartgary]

New SpaceTime out Friday

SpaceTime 20250328 Series 28 Episode 38

A deep new view of the dark Universe

The European Space Agency’s Euclid mission has released new data looking at how the Universe’s rate of expansion is accelerating under the mysterious force of Dark Energy.

China to have humans on the Moon by 2030

China says it will land its first taikonauts on the Moon by 2030. Beijing says research and development efforts towards that goal are progressing as scheduled.

NASA launches its EZIE mission to study Earth’s Auroral lights from orbit

A new mission by NASA to study the Earth’s spectacular Auroral lights has just launched into orbit.

The Science Report

A new study claims married men are three times more likely to be obese compared to bachelors.

Scientists discover that the rare Carnaby's cockatoo can live to the ripe old age of 35.

Scientists find people with big feet are more likely to also have a more cube-like heel bone.

Skeptics guide to astrology in the 6 O clock news

SpaceTime covers the latest news in astronomy & space sciences.

The show is available every Monday, Wednesday and Friday through Apple Podcasts (itunes), Stitcher, Google Podcast, Pocketcasts, SoundCloud, Bitez.com, YouTube, your favourite podcast download provider, and from www.spacetimewithstuartgary.com

SpaceTime is also broadcast through the National Science Foundation on Science Zone Radio and on both i-heart Radio and Tune-In Radio.

SpaceTime daily news blog: http://spacetimewithstuartgary.tumblr.com/

SpaceTime facebook: www.facebook.com/spacetimewithstuartgary

SpaceTime Instagram @spacetimewithstuartgary

SpaceTime twitter feed @stuartgary

SpaceTime YouTube: @SpaceTimewithStuartGary

SpaceTime -- A brief history

SpaceTime is Australia’s most popular and respected astronomy and space science news program – averaging over two million downloads every year. We’re also number five in the United States.  The show reports on the latest stories and discoveries making news in astronomy, space flight, and science.  SpaceTime features weekly interviews with leading Australian scientists about their research.  The show began life in 1995 as ‘StarStuff’ on the Australian Broadcasting Corporation’s (ABC) NewsRadio network.  Award winning investigative reporter Stuart Gary created the program during more than fifteen years as NewsRadio’s evening anchor and Science Editor.  Gary’s always loved science. He studied astronomy at university and was invited to undertake a PHD in astrophysics, but instead focused on his career in journalism and radio broadcasting. Gary’s radio career stretches back some 34 years including 26 at the ABC. He worked as an announcer and music DJ in commercial radio, before becoming a journalist and eventually joining ABC News and Current Affairs. He was part of the team that set up ABC NewsRadio and became one of its first on air presenters. When asked to put his science background to use, Gary developed StarStuff which he wrote, produced and hosted, consistently achieving 9 per cent of the national Australian radio audience based on the ABC’s Nielsen ratings survey figures for the five major Australian metro markets: Sydney, Melbourne, Brisbane, Adelaide, and Perth. That compares to the ABC’s overall radio listenership of just 5.6 per cent. The StarStuff podcast was published on line by ABC Science -- achieving over 1.3 million downloads annually.  However, after some 20 years, the show finally wrapped up in December 2015 following ABC funding cuts, and a redirection of available finances to increase sports and horse racing coverage.  Rather than continue with the ABC, Gary resigned so that he could keep the show going independently.  StarStuff was rebranded as “SpaceTime”, with the first episode being broadcast in February 2016.  Over the years, SpaceTime has grown, more than doubling its former ABC audience numbers and expanding to include new segments such as the Science Report -- which provides a wrap of general science news, weekly skeptical science features, special reports looking at the latest computer and technology news, and Skywatch – which provides a monthly guide to the night skies. The show is published three times weekly (every Monday, Wednesday and Friday) and available from the United States National Science Foundation on Science Zone Radio, and through both i-heart Radio and Tune-In Radio.

[pinkvanessastar13]

Humanized Stitcher

Here’s a Comparison of her normal form, and her human form.

Gift art for @c0smiccom3t! I adored that LBP OC, so I took the time to draw Sticher in my art style + Make her a human!

[comfort-clubhouse]

Meredith Miranda's relationships with my other Batman OCs

Toffee Karlo - Meredith seems fine to her.

Berg Fries - Berg was anxious of how she stares at him with no emotion.

Blossom Isley - Since she's Hallow friend. Blossom openly shown to dislike her. Despite unaware of Meredith knowing how she cares for plants.

Vince Isley - Like his sister, Vince seems distrustful of her. He has been threatening her to leave his and Blossom's rooms.

Ray Nygma - Ray enjoys having her play his new riddles but to Meredith's smart moves made him almost jealous. Other than that, she can tolerate him since he's good friends with Hallow.

Trace Dent - Trace and Meredith are good friends with a shared dynamics of their clothing style and similar personalities.

Lucian Dorrance - Meredith has barely interacted with him.

Kraig Jones - Since Kraig always hated humans. These two would definitely hate eachother.

Kaleb Langstrom - Because her young cousins are scared of bats, Meredith constantly threats Kaleb to never be near Oliver and Misty.

Fangs Langstrom - She doesn't threaten Fangs much than her brother, because she's too young and Meredith doesn't threaten the younger ones like her.

Katelyn Kyle-Angela - These girls have a sharing bond of their fondness to cats. So they are now good friends.

Katherine Kyle-Angela - Like her younger sister. She can be the same with Meredith by also sharing her fondness of cats.

Talon Cobblepot - They are like opposites by their personalities and interests in animals.

Feather Cobblepot - Meredith and Feather are possibly chill with eachother.

Evelyn Wesker and Stitcher - Meredith acts like an older sister for Evelyn. As for Stitcher, the two are like a sort of rivalry-like relationship.

Michele and Michelle Wesker - Meredith has barely interacted with Evelyn's cousins. So possibly they could get along with eachother.

Scotch Tetch - Meredith has been helpful to Scotch some times. Since Hallow is his friend, she would potentially be the same with him.

Hallow Crane - Ever since at her foster care of Shade and Nathaniel. Hallow and Meredith were friends or more like siblings to the end.

Laurent and Lauren Crane - They are pretty close with eachother. All share some of their traits.

Craven and Lunar Crane - The two would welcome Meredith as family to her.

Coona Walker - Meredith has shown to dislike moths. So she has beeb trying to kill Coona many times.

Torch Lynns - She really does not like Torch. As that he had almost torments her friend Hallow by burning his face.

Ember Lynns - Unlike Torch, Meredith doesn't think of her as bad as her brother.

Tootsie Jingles - They're more as opposites by personality. By Tootsie it is between 'Comedy and Tragedy'.

Jamie Quinzel - Both are like opposites by personality but have same friendships with their close ones. Jamie to Tootsie and Meredith to Hallow.

Blade Quinzel - Unlike Hallow, who is fond of his way of sensing fear. She has barely interacted with him and doesn't seem to mind of how completely insane Blade is.

Bullet - Since he is Deathstroke/Slade's adopted son. Meredith finds him too dangerous to be near with, especially not allowing her young cousins to get involved with Bullet of what he is actually capable of.

Swirl - She finds them really weird because of their interests in making them perfect by cutting people's faces.

Topher Blackfire - Meredith might be on bad terms with this narcissistic, self proclaimed priest.

Cheryl - They both barely interacted, although Meredith seemed a bit sorry for how Topher's treating her.

Lyn and Len Bolton - Of how much suffering between abuse and favoritism the two have gone through. Meredith does manage to give the two comfort.

Jane Bell - Meredith has hardly interacted with her.

Joel Adams - Same with Jane, she has hardly interacted with Joel.

Kristopher Charisma - She has hardly got to met him by Toostie.

Ash Craddock - Much like his adopted father, Ash acts as a gentleman to Meredith much to that making Hallow's pretty jealous and annoyed.

Echo - Meredith is like an older sister to her despite being younger than Echo by age.

[unsoundedcomic]

Where does the "Stitchers" nickname you used for Gefendur Paladins come from?

Long, long ago, the northern Gefendur would bind their scriptures in human skin, which their warriors would harvest from the cults they cut down.

[stitchedragdoll]

To both Stitcher and Croupier: What are your thoughts on humans?

"HOI CROU, WHAT'CHA THINK OF HUMANS ?"

"8 eqo'5 43bmm6 db43 'cq75 5i3n"

"Sounds about right. Sorry voices, we don't interact much with humans anyway, unless we have to, but it just feels weird. I'm about the same size as them, and they're not made of fabrics and cotton like us. Freaky."

[madlabgames]

Player's Guide to the Iron Revolution

Welcome to Ironhold. The world you're about to enter isn't one of high fantasy, chosen heroes, or benevolent gods. This is a world of smog and iron, of roaring forges and grinding oppression. You aren't an adventurer seeking fame and fortune. You're a laborer, a cog in a vast, merciless machine, and your masters are monsters.

This guide will give you everything you need to build a character ready to survive—and perhaps even fight back against—the brutal regime of Ironhold. Your story isn't about what you'll find in a dragon's hoard, but what you're willing to sacrifice for a taste of freedom.

What You Need to Know: The World at a Glance

The Rulers Are Werewolves: The Bloodpact Faction, a militaristic society of werewolves, rules this domain. They're strong, brutal, and see humans as a resource to be exploited. Their enforcers and monstrous Mesa Wolves patrol the streets.

The Gods Are Silent: The Mists that cage this world also block the influence of any outside power. There are no gods who answer prayers, no patrons who make pacts. You're on your own.

Life Is Labor: Your existence is defined by your work. Whether in the searing heat of the forges, on the high-rise construction rigs, or in the dank hydroponic caverns, your purpose is to serve the state. A system of payment by company scrip keeps you in perpetual debt.

The World Is a Cage: The lands between the fortified cities are a toxic expanse called the Wastes. Travel is only possible via heavily armored trains. Venturing into the Wastes or the mysterious Mists that surround the domain is a death sentence.

Myths and Monsters: You've grown up with propaganda posters warning of vampiric saboteurs—the "Sanguine Covenant"—blamed for accidents and unrest. You've also heard hushed, terrified whispers from those who have survived Waste Duty about "Stitchers," things of metal and flesh that unmake the living. To you, both are just ghost stories meant to keep you in line.

Building Your Revolutionary

Your character is a product of this strife. When creating your character, follow these steps.

1. You Are Human

All player characters are human. Your strength comes not from exotic ancestry, but from the grit and determination to survive in a world that wants to crush you.

2. Choose Your Lineage

Your lineage reflects the culture of your ancestors who were trapped here long ago. Choose one of the three human lineages:

Stonewright: Descended from the original mountain-dwelling tribe, you're tough, resilient, and have an innate understanding of stonework and engineering.

Weaver: Descended from a communal people of artisans and traders, you're skilled in your craft and thrive on the bonds of your community.

Scrapper: Descended from nomads and outcasts, you're a resourceful and nimble survivor, at home in the forgotten fringes of the city.

3. Choose Your Profession (Background)

Your background is the job you were forced into by the regime. Choose one of the six available backgrounds:

Forge Worker: Toiled in the heat of the Great Forge.

Construction Rigger: Built the city's high-rises and walls.

Hydroponics Cultivator: Grew the grim food that sustains the workforce.

Enforcer Brigade Deserter: Fled your post as one of the regime's brutal police.

Functionary Scribe: Pushed papers in the city's bureaucracy.

Dregs Scavenger: Survived in the lawless underbelly of the city.

4. Choose Your Class

Your class represents the skills you honed to fight back. All subclasses are unique to this world and designed to fit its themes. The following classes are available:

Artificer

Barbarian

Bard

Fighter

Monk

Ranger

Rogue

Wizard

(Clerics, Druids, Paladins, Sorcerers, and Warlocks are not available in this setting.)

Themes to Expect

Labor and Strife: This campaign is about the struggle of the working class. Your challenges will revolve around sabotage, espionage, street fights, and organizing a rebellion, not clearing out ancient dungeons.

Shades of Gray Morality: You'll have to make difficult choices. Allies may not be what they seem, and the path to freedom may require you to get your hands dirty.

Hope Is Forged, Not Given: There's no prophecy to save you. Hope isn't a passive thing; it's a weapon you must build yourselves, one small victory at a time.

You have lived your life with your head down. You have followed the rules, worked your shifts, and endured. But a new sound is joining the rhythm of the forges—the whispers of revolution. And now, you have a choice to make. Your story begins at the moment you decide you've had enough.

[preservationofnormalcy]

Hey, so, I think my senses got scrambled?

I think I'm hearing with my eyes, seeing with my skin, feeling with my ears, tasting with my nose (isn't that how it works anyways?), and feeling with my mouth. I'm not sure if it's just a side effect of...that, but everything feels like it has (several????) extra edges and doesn't quite have the dimensions they should?

You have no idea how hard it was to type this out, being able to see from everywhere on your skin makes things real difficult.

Oooh, a fun one. Well, not fun. You know what I mean.

I’ve only heard of this once before. Turned out the guy tried to metamorphose into a butterfly. You know the whole “turning into soup” thing caterpillars do? Yeah. He just did it….wrong. Put everything back together wrong.

I’m not saying that’s the case here of course, I would never claim someone attempted to metamorphose into a butterfly without evidence. But this may be something that requires a lot of time and effort to ameliorate. The human mind is pretty plastic. You’ll be surprised what we can get used to, including feel-seeing the world.

Did you read a book with noneuclidean geometry at any point? No judgement. Been there.

Take a feel-look at your end of this form. I’ll send you some links on who to talk to for that kind of thing - AbSci University will be very interested in your case. You’ll want to talk to Professor Stitcher, head of Abnormal Anatomy. I’m sure he can figure something out, but be warned it’ll probably involve extremely experimental (and probably really goofy) surgery.

[sausage-rolll]

My favourite crackpot elden ring theory is that the gloam eyed queen was a demi-human and also Boc’s mother. Allow me to indulge in why this might actually be possible for a moment.

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The biggest point of evidence I have for this is that both Boc’s mother and the GEQ are both said to have been seamstresses. Boc mentions this fact about his mother multiple times throughout his questline and a substantial amount of godskin/GEQ gear have descriptions/motifs that allude to the GEQ sharing this trait (i.e. the godskin stitcher, godskin peeler and the godskin swaddling cloth)

Additionally Boc’s mother also once told him of the legendary golden sewing set and how it was capable of altering the attire of the very gods. Now, why would a random Demi-human mother have such extensive knowledge of royal garbs and the materials one must use to craft/alter them? This seems to imply that she has deeper knowledge of how gods and demigods work as a whole right? Deeper than the common person of the lands between, as if she’s got first hand experience with them.

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My next point is how Demi-human society has a royal hierarchy, literally having queens that lead and protect groups of Demi-humans. To my knowledge, outside of Renalla, Marika and the GEQ herself, this is the only other mention the game has regarding queens. Would it be much of a stretch to assume that the GEQ was a Demi-human queen? Albeit one that commanded much more power than the typical one we discover in game. Though, you may believe that this is incredibly circumstantial, and I wouldn’t blame you.

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So how about the fact that the GEQ, being Demi-human, would 100% have a motive to hunt down the gods. The Demi-humans are arguably one of the most oppressed races in the game, not even having a place in the golden order society as slaves like Trolls and Misbegotten. They’re basically excluded entirely. And who’s sitting at the top of that violent and oppressive society? The gods.

If the Demi-humans did once have a singular queen that ruled them, could you imagine the anger they must have felt? The injustice, the needless cruelty. It would have been one of the few things I can genuinely believe would drive someone to challenge the gods.

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Once again, very circumstantial, I wouldn't blame you for not buying it. But what about the GEQ’s eyes? The “gloam eyes” if you will. The meaning of the word gloam in this name has been a heavily debated topic in the community basically since the game came out, but it seems like the common consensus, when looking at the beast eye, Melina’s sealed eye, the Godskin’s jewels and some of the common meanings of gloam being “dusk” and “twilight”, is that the Gloam eye’s in question would have likely been purple in colour.

Now, why is this relevant? You may be asking. Well, do you know who else in the game had purple or “gloam” eyes?

Demi-human queens.

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Also Farum Azula, good old Farum Azula. The location I theorised used to be the city that the Gloam eyed queen once resided in. Don’t you think it’s interesting just how similar some of the ancient corpses littering the pillars of this place are to Demi-humans? How the beastmen themselves wouldn’t look too out of place within a Demi-human group, ignoring their much thicker coats? Isn’t it interesting how beasts and dragons are the only surviving remnants of this Ancient place? How important they were to the culture? How about the fact that they are masters at incantations, some of the best in the lands that currently exist. The very same magic group that Godslaying flame belongs to. Wouldn’t it make sense for their queen to be just as much of a ‘beast’ as they are? Just as masterful at incantation as they are?

Isn’t it interesting how the eye Maliketh grants us to hunt deathroot, living fragments of destined death, the VIOLET eye is named the “Beast eye” as if it itself once belonged to a beast.