#gloth

[kon4ka]

A case in the underdark or “Which circle will you choose?”

Underdark. Druegar Pier Blur: How can you go to war against the one who gave you shelter?!

Glot: There will only be a circle of Glot! acceleration debate

What, you coward, do you think you can escape?!

Hey, where are you going?!

Oh. In short, yesterday, that is, today, that is, from yesterday to today, I painted until 5 in the morning. In the evening I played Baldurs Gate 3 and came across a cool moment. The Blur team took Glot with them to deal with the Druegars in the port, they dealt with it safely and then Glot declares that they “let’s go kill a brother.” And here Blur boiled over. Betrayal is one of the few things that a half-fairy hates with every fiber of her soul. And then they tell her this. Glot launched an argument at Blur, Gale and Astarion, and he rushed to the stairs and jumped up. But Blur got so mad that she rushed on her wings after him, flew behind him and threw the scoundrel back down like thunder, where he was safely finished off by Astarion and Gale. This time, the half-fairy was forced to admit that the vampire was right in proposing to kill Glot at the very beginning, and not play “noble heroes,” as he put it. It sucked to admit that not everyone Blur helped was truly worthy of her help. Probably, Blur will see herself from the outside at this moment, I wouldn’t believe that she could have such an expression on her face - anger mixed with superiority and a thirst for victory, so unusual for ordinary Blur. This situation made her think a lot about whether she could even judge someone’s actions if she herself was unable to control her own. Is it worth touching her to the quick? After all, she went into trouble without a plan or cover, driven by rage, which she was used to suppressing. How can she judge others if she herself is unable to control herself? This incident once again reminded her that she is not perfect, but unlike others, She cannot get along with her own “demons in her head” and if she slightly lets down her guard, she will immediately fall into the abyss.

RU Ох. Короче я вчера, ну то есть сегодня, то есть со вчера на сегодня рисовала до 5 утра. Вечером играла в Baldurs Gate 3 и сюжетно классный момент попался. Команда Блюр взяла с собой Глота чтобы расправиться с друэгарами в порту, благополучно расправились и тут Глот заявляет что мол "пошли мочить собрата". И вот тут Блюр вскипела. Предательство относится к тем немногим вещам которое полуфея ненавидит всеми фибрами души. А тут ей такое заявляют. Глот пустил в Блюр, Гейла и Астариона спор, а сам рванул к лестнице и скакнул наверх. Но Блюр так взбесилась, что рванула на крыльях за ним, залетела за спину и скинула негодяя громом обратно вниз, где его благополучно добили Астарион и Гейл. В этот раз полуфея вынуждена была признать, что вампир был прав, предлагая прибить Глота ещё в самом начале, а не играть в "благородных ��ероев", как он выразился. Было паршиво признавать, что не все, кому Блюр помогает действительно достойны её помощи. Наверное, увидь в этот момент Блюр себя со стороны, не поверила бы, что у нее может быть такое выражение лица - злость напополам с превосходством и жаждой победы, так несвойственной обычной Блюр. Эта ситуация заставила её задуматься о многом, может ли она вообще судить чьи-то поступки, если сама не в состоянии контролировать свои собственные, стоит задеть её за живое? Она ведь полезла на рожон без плана и прикрытия, движимая яростью, которую привыкла подавлять. Как она может осуждать окружающих если сама не в состоянии совладать с собой? Этот случай в очередной раз напомнил ей, что она не идеальна но в отличие от других, с собственными "демонами в голове" она ужиться не может и стоит слегка ослабить бдительность, как она тут же сорвётся в пропасть.

[flufflepot]

Gloth

I’ve started designing stickers and clip art and wanted to share one of my favourite designs so far. I call it the “gloth” – a goth sloth. Gloths are emo, they’re adorable and tonight will be the night that they will fall for you. If you’re interested in purchasing this design as a printable sticker or PNG/SVG/JPG it is available here.

[uesp]

Did You Know: Normally Gloth is stuck in Pelagia Farm, where he lives? This is because he does not have a key to the property, so cannot leave unless you break in.

[genreawareness]

no yeah that was insane. HOWEVER. assuming standard ghost rules (ghost is the essence of a dead person), the clothes, despite being initially a separate object when alive, are now part of the ghost body. the ghost body is an imprint of the moment they died. there is no point to a distinction unless they can take the glothes off. if you CAN take the glothes off obviously it’s not part of the body.

one of my least favorite genres of humor is people getting faux-mad at each other over incredibly slight cultural differences in terminology and/or experience (e.g. slightly modified food or slightly modified chain restaurants or similar) that could be easily clarified by like 2 sentences tops. get faux-mad at each other over something more interesting please. like whether or not the clothes on a ghost are considered to be part of its body

[sinning-23]

My Latest crush is an alien car from space Pt.2

Okay so iwasnt expecting so many Mirage smps to like up my post but HEYYY welcome home yall lmao. Heres part two and let me know is yall want like a tag list for the next couple parts. ANywhoo there's some tension that forms this chapter so start getting ready for more flirty and spicyyyy interactions with old boy.

Heres the link to pt.1

Heres the link to pt.3 shawty

ANywho ENJOY!

Pt.2

Touch me softly 

Mirage had allowed you to explore his anatomy, and he was more willing than you thought. You had managed to make a nice little sketch of his body and made 4 separate copies to try and get a placement in where everything was. Then you had 5 more separate sheets just in case there were some more internal systems you wanted to note. He watched as your eye brown pinched and formed a line on your forehead and your fingers guided the pencil to the paper. 

“Wow, you drew me kinda sexy.” He jokes making you draw a breath trying to hold back a laugh. 

It really wasn’t sexy, it was about the equivalent of the Vitruvian man drawing and basic anatomical positioning for a robot. He watches you stand, hair pulled back, yet a couple of braids still fall in front of your face. He’s quiet, looking at the way you focused so intensely on exploring him.

When you gestured for him to move his leg, he did so without complaint, the feeling of your soft, warm hands under his exteriors heating him up from the inside. Of course, you’d never know that unless you kept poking and prodding. 

“Ok so compared to me, and well, other humans I’m sure your overall body parts are called different things. So let’s start from top to bottom, yeah?” You suggest, eager to learn. 

Mirage kneels in front of you, giving you an opportunity to see better. You’re much smaller than him, but he could tell when you stood next to Noah you were definitely average human height. Small to him but normal to everyone else. 

“Alright I hope you’re ready cause there’s a LOT.” He explains, clearing his throat as you move closer to his face just to see better, he blinks a bit, getting used to the feeling.

You smile slyly, placing your hand under his chin to  guide his face, 

“Let’s start with your face. Stick out your…tongue?” 

He opens his mouth and lets the ‘flesh’ inside lol out before speaking 

“Gloth-ah” he announces and you tilt your head in confusion, only for him to repeat.

“Glossa” 

You nod prodding at what you soon learned was his helm and face plates. You brush over his vocalizer for a moment and he hums, high-pitched enough to be a moan but not loud enough for either of you to acknowledge it. You know what you heard though.

“Whoa- lets not touch that alright ma?” He asks. 

Soon enough your trailing downward and when you do he announces each part for you to make a note of. This is the quietest he’s been since earlier today. He lets you work, touch, poke, pull, and press whatever you'd wanted. It’s not like it hurt really, but he’s never had something smaller than him want to examine at such close range and actually touch places he’d never been able to. In fact, it was kind of nice-

He yelps when you slide your hand down his chest plate and even farther under his chassis. You pull away, startled at the noise with wide eyes. 

“OK, that’s enough exploring don’t you think?” The statement is rushed and you side-eye him when what sounded like cooling fans whirred from inside.

Had you gotten him worked up? Maybe those were sensitive spots that had never really been touched like that before? You nod, not wanting to pry and ruin this newfound friendship by being a perv. You collect the papers and paperclip them together as he begins to wind down. It's about 6am now, and the sun peeks in through the garage windows. Your dad should be awake about now and- 

You gasp pushing Mirage back into the space he was originally parked in last night(even though he didn’t budge). Your dad couldn’t know about this! AT ALL! Knowing him he'd stress out and then his pressure would get too high and he’d have a heart attack and-

“Whoa hey, what the rush, mamas? Got something to hide?” Mirage questions, figuring out why you were trying to get him back into a corner. 

Was he being clueless on purpose?!

“YES, YOU! Now go back to being a car! My dad can't know about you, it might just be the death of him.” You huff out, gripping your scalp and pacing back and forth. He gets the idea, chuckling a bit before right back to that beat-up Porsche.

You sneak out the garage, tiptoeing up the stairs and into your room. And the moment your head hit the pillow, not even a tornado could wake you. 

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You'd be lying if you said you didn't sleep the rest of the day away. By the time you woke up it was already 3-4pm and sounded like your father was cleaning up the kitchen. You sigh, running yourself a shower considering you didn't get one the night before. Mirage was still in the garage as far as you knew and you were hellbent on getting the rest of those notes.

You step in, the water feeling soothing against your skin, steam filling up the bathroom as you sigh in relief. Thoughts of your apartment fill your head. 

‘Maybe Mirage could help with the unpacking? Or maybe not. He could be spotted and then that’s more problems for us. Mirage…..Miraaaaageee….’

Your turn to face the water, soaping up your towel as suds slide down the drain. 

‘I wonder if a car wash is the equivalent of a shower for him….does he stay a car or like…fully transformed….does he have a-‘ 

Shutting the water off you opt to pull your hair back today since youd being doing more exploring. The steam from the bathroom escapes when youleave and pad downstairs, catching a glimpse at the note you father let you on the kitchen counter

~Working late, leftovers in the fridge~

You smile to yourself, grabbing a bottle of water to try and beat the obvious heat outside and head to the garage. Sure enough, the Porsche is right where you left it. Mirage is right where you'd left him, and when you tap on the window, the doors unlock almost instantly. You flatten the back of your blue jean skirt and adjust the seat. Awfully quiet today?

“Well good afternoon to you too sunshine? You realize it’s almost 5 right?.” You joke, hearing him rev his engine and the radio humming to life with the sound of his voice. 

“You had me up all night! Looking this good doesn’t happen on its own! But how tired can I be when a pretty girl in a miniskirt‘s got her thighs on my seat?” He shoots back, making you gasp. 

“Drive you flirt, I got more notes to take. Wanna go to that garage you took me to yesterday?” You ask, using the garage clicker to leave. 

It was hot, the sun beating down on you as Mirage insisted you keep the windows down instead of running the ac. The streets were somewhat empty on this fine Sunday morning and Mirage’s only response was to drive in what you assumed was the direction to the garage. You fidget with the radio nobs and glance at the aux cord below the cd player. Maybe he did have CDs in here? You open the armrest to find nothing but-

It was easy to be nosy and explore when Mirage could drive himself, youd put that together on your own last night. There was so little you knew about him but his demeanor overall made you feel comfortable enough to ask. He was…charming. You pull the blank CD case out the armrest, and dust it off. 

“MIrage’s Mix (from-)”

The name was scratched off, well more smudged than anything. You crack the case open and slide the CD into the player, the wait for the music to start making you a bit nervous. Had he realized you'd put it in? Was it personal? You begin to regret your decision but before you could press the eject button, it began. N.W.A. blasted from the speakers, startling you for a moment but you're soon amused.  What did he know about N.W.A?

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It doesn't take much longer for you to arrive at the garage, most of the lot being empty while the two of you enter to complete more of your research. You set your purse down, taking the papers from yesterday out and trying to organize them as he peers over your shoulder.

“Still think you drew me sexy-”

You scoff playfully and push him a bit, not moving him in the slightest but still, but he still finds it amusing. 

“Stop it, I need you to sit so I can finish. You got all squeamish on my last night.” You tease, sliding your hand down the back of his ‘leg’ and he freezes.

He kneels back down, watching your every move. Your fingers hover over his vocalizer, the warning from yesterday replaying in your mind. Right, don't touch. You skip his chest plate and chassis, watching his expression slightly change to disappointment for what seemed like only a second. Again, he announces each part of himself, the air slightly awkward and VERY quiet. Maybe now was the time to try and strike up some more conversation.

“Soooo, where are you really from?” You ask, writing down each part you trace over when he speaks. 

“Cybertron actually. Not in your solar system lil mama.” He flirts, turning his palms slightly open when you tap them. 

Servos 

"Never been?" He jokes again, admiring how small your hand looked compare to his.

'Careful Mirage your size kink is showing' he thinks to himself, avoiding your gaze.

You shake your head in response, looking at the details of his hands, moving back to his torso, purposefully skipping over the plated area between his thighs. Boundaries were definitely not something you wanted to cross, trying not to make him uncomfortable. I mean, he was willingly letting you poke around, and he clears his throat when you skip that spot.

“You, you can look if you want. And touch…ask questions. It's all good babygirl.” He offers, almost melting when you look up from under your lashes at him.

 He could practically feel his pump about to explode. Why did Earth girls look so damn pretty? Mirage couldn't wrap his head around it honestly, the feeling he got when he passes a pretty girl when Noah would take him for drives. How they would gasp if he revved loud enough to embarrass Noah a bit but also score him a couple numbers.

Talk about a damn good wingman. You were different though.

You were a softer kind of pretty…He'd seen you come into the garage so many times before you really met. The day your dad parked him in that spot, he watched you skip in with your little low-rise jeans, the piercing you sported shining in the sunlight. 

You hugged your dad, eyes lighitn up at the new car with a gasp. 

“A Porsche! Dad oh my gosh really?” You ask, seeing him nod. You squealed more, inspecting his paint job, it was just as beat up then as it was before you officially met. 

You chatted on and on about how ‘cute’ he’d look when you finally got to paint him a nice shade of hot pink and added your glitter seat covers. Not so exciting for him considering pink wasn't particularly his favorite but god did you look adorable when you were excited. 

And there was that same look. Pure, unbridled excitement, yet your eyes shone almost darker this time. That look is almost salacious. It makes him swallow hard, legs opening a bit more and you brush your hand over his thighs, sparing one more glance as if to ask, ‘Are you sure?’ He only nods. 

“Mirage, you gonna keep telling me what everything is, or am I to assume on my own?” You question, tracing the skirt plate.

Ita hard to speak, his fans feelijg as if they were working overtime to keep him from overheating. Primus you looked so pretty between him and now he was wondering how would you look riding his-

You stop touching, whistling to get his attention. Damn, he kinda liked that.

“ ‘Rag, we good?” You questions and he swallows hard at his new nickname.

Where did all that slick talk go now? 

“Yeah, y-yeah we’re good ma.” He responds finally, optics low when your light chuckle reaches his ears. 

You slide your hands up and down his midsection plating, teasing at this point. How was he supposed to focus on helping you learn when you touch under his plates like that? When your fingers slide over his thighs and over the skirt plate over and over, the pace only makes him want to thrust into your touch.

He felt perverted sort of, getting off on you exploring him in the name of science. That was such bullshit. He looks down at you, watching you pinch your lip between your teeth. Oh….you liked this. Your thighs pressed together as your tongue darts out to lick your lips. 

You look up at him again, smile mischievous. And before he could ask any questions you slid you hand right back to his chassis and vocalizer. Oh that was a moan without a doubt. You hum in satisfaction, you’re practically playing with him, his body. It wasn’t helping that he hadn’t been touched like this in so long either p.

“Wanna tell me what happens if I keep touching you like this?” You purr, seeing Mirage avoid eye contact. 

“C’mon ma, don’t mess with me like this.” He breathes out, hollow.

You stop your ministries after hearing tires and revving come to a halt. With footsteps approaching you stand quickly, Mirage doing the same. He crosses his arms over his chest and leaning against the wall as if he’d been caught while you shove the papers into your bag and swallow hard. You’d never moved so fast in your life.

Noah enters, feeling as if he’s just interrupted something but panicking once he realizes the predicament you were about ot be in. Why were you two here? Did Mirage even think this through? Probably not.  He glances back at the other 3 bots behind him, trying to find a quick solution to hide you. But, before he could get any sort of plan out, three other robots similar to Mirage walked in, and one of them, was not at all pleased. 

“Primeee, i had no idea youd be back so soon!”

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[harmlessdevil]

There was a "one like one oc introduction" thingy at bluesky. I got three likes which was a perfect amount to show some characters from a comic project that is started (the Devils comic will also be done, i will never give up on it or just toss it away).

Aaron a person who dont tolerate "I dont know" answers from adults. In this comic his profession is called mind guardian (like a psychologist but not). Worked in childrens hospital. Later left that job to help his wife to build tavern and to take care of their son. He got a job offer from military but is hesitant about it.

Bonus info that was not included at Bluesky. Aaron got his ear cutted by his parent who belieleved a mole that was on that ear was a sign of infection (it was not). The other scars were from a child who was scared. That experience wasnt the reason why Aaron left the job. He had to move to another town so the tavern can be build.

Lexi. Glothes are colored so I notice the different pieces. Tomboy woman who works in military and wants Aaron to join. A classic person who make stuff happen and things done. Rumor is that she killed a seacreature. But truth is she captured it in a bottle.

Bonus info that was not included at Bluesky. Lexi is from a island that is part of northern folk who forship that sea creature. So of course Lexi find that rumor problematic and it paints a picture of her as a traitor.

Matias. He is kinda in between life choises. A smith or to be somebody who could make decisions that cause less lives. Matias is younger than Aaron and had a crush on him. However they are friends and rumors of something deeper doesnt bother them. It just fuels their "I cheated on you" jokes.

Bonus info that was not included at Bluesky. The town were Aaron moves with his family is where Matias was born. And it was Matias who told Aaron that there is a town that would be perfect for a tavern. Town is situated crossroads and "between borders" so there would not be lack of traffic.

I actually have posted a scetch of this dude here. Maybe it was before year 2015.

[lillbiff]

PART 2

tw!

"it's none of your fu**ing business!" Fabi turned his head to the side, and looked with cold eyes at me. i felt bad. he just wants to help me... but i really don't want anyone to know. "listen... a lot of things happend while i was gone. and i don't think i'm ready to tell anyone yet" he looked at me for a while, and nodded a little. i thought that he would leave now, and i stared into the sky, but as he stood up, he held out his hand, and stared at me. "are you coming with me inside? or do you want to freeze to death?" i slowly took his hand, and followed him inside. he throwed some of his glothes at me. "hey! what the hell?!" "what? you don't want to change? you still have some puke on the shirt" i looked down on a spot on my shirt, and decided that it would indeed be better if i change. i walked in a small extra room, but as i was about to take my shirt off, shot memories through my mind again. i must have been for while in the room, because just as i finaly got myself to take off the shirt, came Fabi trough the door. "are you oka-" he stoped, and looked at my body. his eyes went wide. "F-Fabi. i- why are you-" "who did... this?" i followed his eyes, he was staring at all of my scars. my cuts, my whip scars, and my burn scars. "it's... well... complicated" he walked closer to me, and i immeditely backed away from him. i felt how i ended up against the wall. i turned my look to fabi again, who was just standing in front of me. "what happend?" i didn't answer, i don't want to answer. "Leon, i'm serious!" i tried to walk away from him, but he grabed me, and pushed me against the wall again. "Fabi. i don't want to talk about it, now let me go before i kick you in the balls" "and i want to know what happend! were you really THAT jealous that i spend most the time with Vanessa that you don't even talk to me anymore?!" i felt how those words hurt me in the chest. "i wasn't jealous of YOU, you idiot! i was jealous of vanessa!!" i pushed him aside, put the shirt on, and walked out of the room. "Leon! wait" he grabed my wrist again, and looked into my eyes. "what do you mean, 'you were jealous of vanessa'?!" "nothing... forget it." he grabed my second wrist, and pushed me on the ground. "what the fuck, is wrong with you?! why are you such a coward?!" i wanted to yell at him, but then i noticed something on the ground. i felt how my stomach turned as i realised what it was. it was a maggot, a big one. a memory of the man shot trough my head, as he put some of the maggots into my privat area. a scream escaped my lips, and i jumped at Fabi who, surprisingly, catched me, and stared at me with wide eyes. "FABI!! GET IT AWAY!" he looked at the ground, and then back to me. i heard how he tried his best not to laugh. i started to hide my face into his neck out of embarrassment. wich mde him laugh even more. "alright. i knew you were a coward, but i didn't think you would be scared of a damn worm!" i still didn't look at him. i felt how my fear deepend, as he put me down, and grabed the maggot. "look, i'ts just an earthworm" i felt how my whole body relaxed, as i saw that it was, indeed, just an earthworm. "since when are you scared of earthworms?" Fabi started to laugh even more. "i'm not scared of earthworms" "ha. sure" i sighed, and just shook my head. "no. serously. i'm scared of maggots. not of earthworms" "okay. and why are you scared of maggots?" "you have no idea what they're capable of! these little bastards can eat people from the inside. and if you have some of these inside you while they're still alive, will they just crawl back out of you're mouth" i felt a shiver go down my spin, and i shook my head, to come back to reallty. "and how do you know about this??" he raised an eyebrow, and a smile apeared on his face. i looked at the gound, as i realised what i just said. his smile disapeard, and he stared at me with a serious look on his face.

[whiskers-my-beloved]

"This was supposed to be a simple rescue mission...but now.......what are those things even? They aren't human....they way they move......I should have never let the team split off....I hope I can find the captain Wesker and the others" ~Barbie

Hello there ! ✨️ Here you have Barbie in the Spencer Mansion.

I based her outfit of these two dolls:

The green camo pants and the red lil hat she got. The glothes, shoes and belt are the generic equipment that S.T.A.R.S. wears. Her vest is the same colour as her hat.

[flourisart]

I drew Gloth slushi! :3 heheheheh!

[starprince-art]

cloth gowns. gloth cowns. whatever

[queeramericana]

describe fiber content, thread count and a few characteristics.

Twill Weave

Here is a 100% wool skirt. The skirt is an even sided twill. It's made in Russia and features a herringbone pattern. The thread count is approximately 100 threads per inch. The garment is fairly heavy. It is durable and very warm with little elasticity. I would rate the quality as 9/10. It has withstood several years with no noticeable changes to appearance. I'd buy it again. I would compare the feel of the fabric to swatch #39 houndstooth suiting.

Satin Weave

Here is a 97% polyester/3% spandex dress. The fabric is warp faced. The face has a lustrous shine and is very smooth. The back is somewhat dull and coarser. There is some elasticity to help it fit snug to the body. The thread count is approximately 250 threads per inch. I'd rate the quality as 7/10. It is very comfortable and has retained its color and shape well. Over the two years of owning the dress I've come across a few small snags in the fabric. I'd compare the feeling of the fabric to swatch #46 charmeuse.

up/down oriententio. even sided twill 100% wool herringbone pattern

64 x 40 104 39 houndstooth suiting

satin

very lustrous surface, 97 poly 3 spandex wrinkle resistant tpi 250 warp faced 46 charmuse backside is different

wool crepe 61 65 doouble gloth 80 w 20 poly

[444names]

Names derived from Turkish cities, plus Tolkienesque and Irish forenames

Adantegol Afalazôr Affrionn Afréamaidh Afyol Afyolli Afyozgamûl Agdubar‎ Agorma Aibeán Ailamûl Airatári‎ Aithire Aithmo Aitina Aiwen Akkarë Aladır Alain Alant Alebros Allantap Amaerr Amaisir‎ Amaoth Amir‎ Amonyë Amrostë Amsuimbre Anathráin Andarna Andoridh Angatik Anlıkesum Annat Anniğdelen Antedhair Antigimo Antóinya‎ Aodrestrim Aoriothôn Aoscaran‎ Aratanamo Arave Arfhor Arghe Arine Armall Armarane Armen Arnán Ategor Aydır Azimë Azığ‎ Ağrıkkaras...

Baoil Barann Bardur Bari‎ Basfalth Basya‎ Bataith Batarin Bearn Belín Beris Bifel Bilmontar Bithor Blain‎ Blimaer Blistrían Bolfin Braul‎ Brenik Brimë Brinac Brinya‎ Brodwyn Bryavast Bryolë Bréanian Bréanize Bréara‎ Bríonnír Buann Buast Bucaran Buccairen Bucion Bular Bulfan Buri‎ Burklanfax Burwin Caldë Calobhán Calta‎ Carahum Cardignor Carmlantán Carnui Carsered Categorwen Cateál Cathghus Cenden Cildwin Cilimhe Ciléodra Cilíne Cilíon Cingh Cionn Clothri Cobelm Coibhla Coilbalmán Coindáir Colubhín Comhán Comir Conkırklas Conna Connch Cuibhall Cuibhed Curklail Cárin Círim Cúmhal Cúmhe Daerzurden Daghin Daoricthna Dekil Delu‎ Dentan Dogán Dorfind Dorgolë Dowmane Duglor Durchúr Dustach Déagóirreg Dóidhghâl Dúnarvendë Eachárl Eargazimir Eariën Edgha Edhalve Edilmerne‎ Edir‎ Eighar Eignor Eimeri‎ Eirtvin Eldor Elearmla Elembakez‎ Elennaith Elfalyavor Eliadh Elibh Elindus Elinn Ellibéara Emmaktegor Eornas Eornán Eorong Eostadh Ernairgim Eskin Eäreamailm Eäregimir Eäreskey Eärwenwë Eärwinín Fakkârion Faodh Fasán Fealdiri Feibhir‎ Feigín Fendorgon Fiankarave Fiara‎ Finaik Findina Findurwen Finéas Fiombaned Frect Fregue Freth Frinn Fréantlim Féthnak‎ Fëantigim Fílit Fíostín Fírien Fírier‎ Galghe Gamaoil Gathne Gavedar Gazagheán Geilín Gelambomia Gerrdh Ghraian Gileanbor Gilín Gimiondist Girghâl Girië Gloth Glóir Glórwen Glórwing Golfa Golfwin Goloch Goláf Gonnaithín Gornán Grann Griandiach Gris‎ Grize Gwaimiri Gümüşhador Gümüşhael Halerinn Halyë Halık Hamonglan‎ Hanch Hardghín Haugazôn Hoscath Hosmar Hyann Húridh Ibhlas Idelion Idhán Illard Imendu‎ Imenitig Inghartz Ionach Iongelia Irsiangor Ishealaol Isheleach Ióseal Iğdenel Iğdın İskenel İzmilda Johirenn Kahush Kalda Kallin Kalliry Kardrumbar Karmeki Kastedil Kaya‎ Khirí Khispal Kuşant Kütale Kırın‎ Kırı‎ Labbán Laicthirl Lairingol Laith Lanchakır Laneldo Lanichal Lanlamdín Lasayfach Lincaibhír Lomhubhir Lorona Léodrah Léowyn Maglim Maihiri Mailéideas Maithrás Makırı‎ Maladıyar Mandáin Manmcher Maodhnach Marbhóg Marcán Marsaf Marwen Masma Mathann Meagolar Meamanya Mehirionch Meicelis Meidhrás Meignor Mekilín Meldwin Mergimlait Merzur Methala Mindil Muirranne Muirë Muzgarla‎ Neachla‎ Neardges Nesun Nesundir Niele Niethg Nikaladoc Nithacht Niyarcán Nizlivir Niğdır‎ Nişehtna Nurum Nákhôn Nórdait Odear Oirler Olivraitë Osmaing Osnev Padan Pagán Pergoth Poláf Prisli‎ Ranch Ringhar Roibhán Ronnelwina Rontegori Ropultin Rungolad Réamir Ríman Rúthiye Saending Saisaod Sarra Seachán Serin Seárd Sheria Siasa Sinak Siochín Sméankath Stann Suimros Séallan Séamaghse Séaoil Séarin Síondis Síthorosam Tamhlín Tannadan Taraglúk Tegonn Tharch Tharë Thnairen Théommann Tieli Tiúdán Tohearduil Tomhghâl Tominel Tondil Tuairthôn Tuateárth Tumhán Turagha Turdh Turig Turuasaen Téadh Uadhell Uadon Uilean Uirt‎ Ulagha Ulanne Uldorm Umbara Ungolána Uolmilín Uratreth Urualan Vaithilego Vanlazıt‎ Vialla Vivan Vivrin‎ Worodh Yozgarn Zonnán Ágale Ágaviel Áilzôn Áinwë Áiressa Árdubhad Çanedghir Çanth Çoratekir Çoria Éabhaiach Éarsir Éighadaend Éiliannéid Éimition Óraphna Únatamûl Únlundil Şaksarda Şehinnop Şehirgas Şehis Šinaidh

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Just spelled gloves like glothes

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Some names created by entering the seven deadly sins into the Markov Name Generator from donjon:

Eny 

Glony 

Gloth 

Gloto 

Glus 

Grath 

Grato 

Gratt 

Gride 

Luton

Lutoth 

Lutt 

Prath 

Prato 

Pratony 

Preed 

Slon 

Slonvy 

Slony 

Slus 

Wrato 

Wratt 

Wrede 

Wree 

Wride 

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A QUIRKY SCIENCE FICTION SAGA CONTINUES

The Very Unexpected Fourth Book in the Glothic Tales Trilogy

The planet Earth needs to be saved!Not from alien attack, nuclear destruction, or even being hit by a misguided comet. No, Earth needs to be saved from making millions of years of painful losses for Gloth, and it falls to March Gregorian, eldest son and heir to February the Twenty-Ninth, the Supreme Potentate of the Twelve Sun Systems of Gloth, to find a way to finally make Earth profitable. 

The obvious starting point in such a difficult assignment is, of course, to do some quick research and then ascertain the most lucrative tradable commodity a planet has to offer. Once that is clear, simply arrange to export a whole lot more of it and the problem is solved. As March prepares to make his first journey to Earth, he is sure he knows which Earth product will solve the problem – Salmon. Unfortunately for March, all does not go well on the salmon front, and he discovers all too quickly that Earth is not an easy place to manage, understand, or to squeeze a profit from. 

Faced with losing face with his father by returning to Gloth empty handed, March fears that his salmon failure may lead to serious doubts about his ability to remain heir to the Supreme Potentate. Luckily, however, his fears of losing his right to the throne evaporate in a flash when he stumbles upon a remarkable alternative solution - Swedes.

Don't panic if you haven't heard the first three episodes, as all is explained in March, the hum-along, foot-tapping, fourth hilarious Glothic Tale.

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