#MORC

[nyrockstv]

Winger on The Monsters Of Rock Cruise ''MORC'' 2023

[lunipurs]

[hapevv]

@vandenbergband Alrighty then guys, finally some action on the Vandenberg pages. It was high time to score some fresh band pics and here’s one from a recent photo shoot we did with renowned Dutch photographer HP van Velthoven a couple of months ago. Much more exciting band news here very soon!! 😎😎😎😎 #vandenberg #vandenbergband #matsleven #koenherfst #randyvanderelsen #adrianvandenberg #hardrock #whitesnake #classicrock #80srock #monstersofrock #monstersofrockcruise #morc #notforpussies https://www.instagram.com/p/CoImBEOtmSG/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[nikkiblakk]

It’s that time of year again, when I choose the new #NikkiBlakk #GuitarPick logo 🤘Last year was @vanhalen. Who should it be this year for the @monstersofrockcruise? #VanHalen #MonsterOfRockCruise #MORC #TradingCommunity https://www.instagram.com/p/CluEr2YSjBF/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[womanlives]

eeky creeky starter call 👻👻👻

[cavywithme]

ぷっ。 ゴッさんたら。 何この寝相😂😂😂 フジツボ？ 　 #cavy #guineapig #morce #merino #モルモット #ゴ散歩 #モルモットのいる暮らし https://www.instagram.com/p/ClurGOvywWB/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[verushka1211999]

[self-shipfromtheeast]

Oleander: “-Placeholder- likes to collect small pieces of Psitanium that are always littering the Whispering Rock and Motherlobe grounds. Normally, no one but the campers get too excited about finding them. But since -placeholder’s- powers are minimal, they get the biggest smile on their face whenever they come across a stray arrowhead. It was a joy when she found a chunk big enough to help pull off levitation for the first time. Only for a blink, but she was still over the moon. *sighs* That’s a memory that’ll stay front and center as long as my ticker’s still tickin’.”

-reverse selfship question-

To F/Os, does S/I collect anything? What do they collect? Knickknacks? Action figures? Cassettes? What are your thoughts on their collection? Have you ever gotten them anything to add to their collection?

Do they have multiple collections of things? Is it displayed anywhere, like on a shelf or such, or is it more hidden/stored away like in a dresser?

Did they boast about their collection to you when yall first met? Or is it something that you had to prompt them to talk about?

[artificial-transmutations]

Going Green

"Microtransactions!"

Charles looked around the board members.

"Micro. Transactions. Have you ever heard of that? Anyone?"

Slowly, heads nodded.

"Oh, good! So, you *have* heard of them. Does anyone care to explain to me then why our games barely have any? In fact, I have yet to see *any* microtransaction revenue from our latest release."

"But Sir, 'Orcs and Morcs' is a single player game - and not for a mobile platform, too. It doesn't even have an online connection. It would be highly unusual."

Charles M. Anderson cut the engineer up with a gesture. He didn't even know the other man's name, which wasn't too unusual. Even though he was the CEO of GreenGames for six months now, he didn't bother to learn his subordinates names until they proved useful. And this unnamed engineer could be happy if he still had a job after this meeting.

"I don't care about your techno-babble. Microtransactions is where the money is, so I want them in our products. *All* our products. And make sure to make them mandatory for any progress, too."

Charles usually talked about "Releases" and "Products". To him, video games were just a product like any other. Of course *he* didn't play any of those silly games, games were for children and losers. He only cared for the numbers, the graphs and revenues.

"What about the backlash? I mean, I understand that you want to generate more revenue, but GreenGames is known for providing high quality games that *don't* try to rip their customers off."

"So?"

"So, this could be bad publicity for us. Really bad."

Charles looked around the table and noticed most of the other board members nodding.

"Listen up, everyone. I think there is some misunderstanding here. You think that I care about our customers. I really don't, as long as they continue to buy our products. There is no such thing as bad publicity. So, I don't tell you how to draw your silly ogres and you don't try to meddle in the business aspect of the company, okay?"

Even though the inflection suggested a question, it was perfectly clear that it was neither a question nor a request. Again, heads nodded and tried to avoid eye contact. Good. Respect was very important for a leader.

One woman spoke up. Charles suspected her to be some lead writer or something.

"It's orcs, Sir."

Charles blinked. "What are you trying to say?"

"You said ogres, but our games are about orcs. That is our thing, we make games about orcs."

"There is no difference between orcs, ogres, unicorns and all that whimsy stuff. Leave me alone with your fantasy crap."

"But there is another thing. You are responsible for the story of our products?"

The woman agreed with a careful: "Yes, Sir?"

Charles looked her straight in the eye. "It has come to my attention that there are certain woke elements in our products. As a story writer, I expect you to take care of that."

"What... do you mean by woke? And by taking care of that?"

Charles sighed. Why was everyone so incompetent?

"Apparently, there is same-sex smut in our products, some even have pronouns. That crap needs to disappear asap. It is 'go woke go broke', after all."

The writer woman looked at Charles incredulously. "But Sir! Same-Sex romances are a well-accepted part of the industry for *decades* now. And it's not like the player has to engage in that, too. It's just an option - an option we actually received much praise for in the past. And about the pronouns... It's just a setting that influences some dialogues on how the player character is referred to. Again, it is perfectly possible to play as a straight green cis male if that's what you want to do."

Charles shook his head, his voice now dangerously low. "One more word of that, miss, and you can start looking for a new job. 84% of our customer base is male, and male customers want to see boobs, that's a fact. I won't tolerate wasting company resources on pacifying some noisy minority and alienating our main audience."

"But sir!" the writer woman objected.

Charles' look silenced her.

"One more word and you're out. We'll find another writer. Someone who does the job and keeps their mouth shut. This meeting is over. I expect results end of next week."

Nobody dared to speak up when everybody left the meeting room, and Charles returned to his office. What a productive meeting.

Just as he turned to his computer to check today's KPIs, he noticed a new email.

From: Employee Council

To: Charles M. Anderson

Subject: Going Green

Body:

Dear Mr. Anderson,

we here at GreenGames would like to take the opportunity to point out some concerns about your leadership role.

We have noticed a disturbing development since your takeover and would like to remind you of the values we stand for at GreenGames. We like creating games, and we identify with the work we do. Our players are important to us, and we strife to be open and accessible for everyone. Just like the protagonists in our games, we have honor and use our strengths to better the world. You in particular should be the living embodiment of this ideal. Please take this chance to re-think your methods and decisions and "go green" for real.

Sincerely,

The Employee Council.

Charles was outraged. How dared those subordinates criticizing him? He reached for his phone, ready to phone his secretary to find out who this "Employee Council" was but was interrupted by a ripping sound.

The right arm of his expensive suit jacket had ripped at the shoulder, which was unusual. He would have to have a stern talk with the tailor. Charles stood up and took off his jacket - or at least, he tried to. It was like the piece of clothing was way too small all of a sudden. He finally managed to get out of it, but only with several more rips in the fabric. Charles loosened his tie. He was sweating like mad, and when he looked down on himself, he was in utter disarray. His shirt looked like it was several numbers too small and as he was watching, one button after the other flew off with an audible "pling", exposing his torso underneath.

But was it really his torso? Not only was it *bigger*, it also looked way *hairier*. Charles had never been a man with much body hair, but now, he looked down on a stomach that was showing visible abs covered with a dense treasure trail of dark hairs. They continued upwards where they met with a true forest of curly dark hair that covered the slabs of pecs that were still growing as Charles watched.

He had to loosen his tie again before taking it off entirely. All of his clothes felt constricting, so, he peeled himself out of his shirt, too. His expensive watch was interrupting his growth painfully, but Charles was too occupied to notice, let alone care. With a dull cracking noise, the leather strap broke, and the watch flew across the room, hitting the opposite wall.

As Charles continued to grow, the chair underneath him creaked, but, again, he had other things to worry about. His lower body was still covered by his dress pants and shoes, but that was getting tight, too. His shoes especially were getting painful, and it was a relief when the front broke, exposing large muscular feet and toes. His pants were filled to the brim with heavy, muscled legs now, but there was another region where the capacity had been reached. His groin formed an obscene bulge. That alone would have probably fit - barely - but it was accompanied by an unusual feeling. Charles didn't *mind* his extreme change. In fact, the hyper masculine body turned him on, even. He watched as a dick print became clearly visible outlined against his groin, as his cock grew hard. It pulsed, once, and Charles felt a spurt of precum soak into his boxer shorts. A wet patch became apparent as the liquid seeped through his pants - all from a single spurt. His dick pulsed again, and Charles' head began to swim. The air in the room was thick with sweat and testosterone by now, and Charles groaned from arousal. Man, what would he give for a nice firm manly ass right now, giving him a lap dance.

Wait, what? Manly ass?

But it was true! Every time, Charles tried to think about sexy girls, but all that came to mind were men. Burly, hairy men, twinkish shaved men, green-skinned ogre-man. No, not ogres, he corrected himself. Orcs.

As he thought this word, his dick pulsed again and made Charles almost cry out from arousal. He couldn't restrain himself anymore. He *ripped* apart his dress pants and lowered his boxer shorts that looked like a pair of briefs on his massive body now, releasing a gigantic stiff rod and a matching set of heavy balls - along with a whole cloud of manly, musky smell that made Charles even hornier than before.

He closed his gigantic hand around his shaft and moved it up and down, in a slow, barely constrained motion. He had almost come by that one stroke, so horny was his mind. Fascinatedly, he watched as his cock and balls took on a deep, green color. It looked almost like a cucumber, or the penis of the incredible hulk. Or... an orc. As he moved his strong hand up and down again, the green started to spread in all directions.

Yes! There was no doubt: He was becoming a big, strong, sexy orc! Charles let all restraints fall away and started pumping in earnest now. With each stroke, the green spread, until his entire torso was of a rich green color. His head felt a pressure as his facial structure reformed, and his ears grew long and pointy. His hair lost darkened and grew out into a wild mohawk-like hairstyle. At the same time, a black beard sprouted around his entire jaw, underlining his masculinity.

Meanwhile, the green had swept across his arms and legs, quickly eliminating any leftover pink spots. The green color looked incredibly hot under the coat of dense, manly hair, and Charles felt himself getting closer. He grunted with each stroke like an animal and where his muscular green body touched the furniture or his executive chair, it left a film of manly sweat. Finally, he felt a short bit of pain on his ears and nipples, as small metal piercings appeared there: Short studs in his ears and small rings in his nipples.

That sent him over the edge. With a final bellow, he came, mightily. His large green balls contracted and his massive cock spew cum everywhere: All over his stomach, his chest, his furniture, even his face!

Charr panted in the afterglow of his orgasm. He was the epitome of virility and although he had just cummed all over his office, his mind kept creeping back to sexy guys again. He would be able to go again, soon - but that had to wait a bit. He used the remains of his suit to clean up a bit (although it was still clearly visible and smellable what happened here), stuffed his mighty tool into the cum-stained underwear and reached for the phone.

"Please send the board to my office, I want to issue an honorable apology, and announce our new strategy." He rumbled with his new, low voice. After a moment of consideration, he added: "And please send someone to install our games on my PC."

He rubbed his hands. This would usher in a whole new era for GreenGames - with the greenest possible CEO.

I have the feeling that a lot of companies could benefit greatly from a bit of a greener leadership!

[nyrockstv]

Rhinobucket Rockin The Monsters of Rock Cruise ''MORC'' 2023

[lunipurs]

[self-shipfromtheeast]

So uh…as you all can see, there was an incident…

I genuinely thought Morce would stay upon his pedestal with no one coming near him! He’s still my favorite regardless, but it doesn’t change the fact that these two rocked the boat.

P.uzzl.es hit me like a ton of bricks. I have never watched any of S.MG.4 l, but had seen the VA for him promoting the penultimate special featuring him and checked it out. The floodgates burst open after that! I was watching TikTok compilations, highlight reels on YT, browsing the tag on here, etc. His villain song has been on loop in my head up ‘til about a few days ago.

And then Nordic Bunny happened pretty much the same way. I was monitoring news about the media leaks on Twitter, saw a pic of him in a tweet, checked out the whole pilot, and it was over. Honestly, the only reason I’m not more invested is because he is HARD to draw at my level without reference.

(That being said, I am ✨extremely✨ proud of how this turned out hehe 🥰)

[orc-facts]

ORC FACT

Did you know that Orcs can be Centaurs? It's true! And there are many varieties; the classic is, of course, the Orcse - which are Orcs from the waist up and Horses from the waist down. Lesser known varieties include the Morcs, who boast a fish tail as a lower half and the Half-Orcs who are Orcs from the waist up and Humans from the waist down.

And by far the most common variety, is the Orc-taur, who are Orcs from the waist up and Orcs from the waist down! :)

[hapevv]

@vandenbergband Alrighty then guys, finally some action on the Vandenberg pages. It was high time to score some fresh band pics and here’s one from a recent photo shoot we did with renowned Dutch photographer HP van Velthoven a couple of months ago. Much more exciting band news here very soon!! 😎😎😎😎 #vandenberg #vandenbergband #matsleven #koenherfst #randyvanderelsen #adrianvandenberg #hardrock #whitesnake #classicrock #80srock #monstersofrock #monstersofrockcruise #morc #notforpussies https://www.instagram.com/p/CoImBEOtmSG/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[viridwns]

What if the miscommunication Barling knew morce code. 🤔

It wouldn't help her case allot, but maybe a bit.

Muzan strikes me as a demon who has lived long enough to know many languages—including this one.

Akaza and Kokushibo were both warriors (or Akaza was a criminal at first) I feel like they both would know morsecode to a certain extent due to this.

It wouldn't help foreign!darling, but it would make her life a little more bare able, because Douma doesn't know morsecode.

So if darling wants a calm conversation she can just tap away. It wouldn't take Douma that long to figure out, so darling has to be careful how long she taps for.

If he does figure it out he'll be so annoying; pestering darling and every demon there until someone tells him how y'all are communication.

It would be useful, but just for a little while.

[cavywithme]

ぷっ。 ゴッさんたら。 何この寝相😂😂😂 フジツボ？ 　 #cavy #guineapig #morce #merino #モルモット #ゴ散歩 #モルモットのいる暮らし https://www.instagram.com/p/Cluq2_hyKGi/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=