#drocks

[stochastique-blog]

hmm...

2023.02.11 #釜石シーウェイブス 26-64 #浦安DROCKS

今日はスクラムはほぼ互角。 浦安もスクラムでは勝負に来れなかった印象。 ここはポジティブに捉えたい。

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location 東京都世田谷区 駒沢オリンピック公園総合運動場陸上競技場

完膚なきまでにやられた試合だが、試合終了間際の3トライに釜石の意地を見た

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[darkmoonravewolf]

Don't know why but my mind conjured up the image of the dungeon gang eating the last bit of dragon to resurrect Falin and Marcille just started tearing up.

They ask her what's wrong but she just started mumbling and all they can make out is "After all this time, I - missed- so much -finally get to eat - Falin again."

Everyone's confused at first but when Chilchuck finally pieces together what she's talking about, he smacks her on the head saying "DON'T TALK ABOUT THOSE THINGS AT THE DINNER TABLE!"

Anyways this has all just been my long way of saying, I think Marcille, after spending months away from Falin, wouldn't care about the feathers and would eat out Falin like a hound starved

[metal-sludge]

↳ MARK GEARY and JASON MCMASTER of DANGEROUS TOYS (1987 - present) host MTV's Hard 60, 1989.

[demonstars]

i have interests outside of dream but then i try to watch them or interact with the content on the internet and i automatically find myself comparing it to dream like “dream would have his address on the twitter trending page again if he did this” “i remember this fanbase harassed dream fans for this one thing that one time” “this fan of this thing i like that i follow just retweeted a blatant lie about dream that has 5 billion likes” “if dream stans did this they’d get doxxed” “these creators are beloved on the internet and their fans have a superiority complex over dream fans but the creators have said and done either the same or a hundred times worse things than dream has and no one cares” and my favorite: “this creator used to be friends with dream and now will never mention him ever again” and i have to kill myself

Why are you me a little.

[tinogiehd]

Given how much drantis love unethical info you’d think they’d know the drick is big

like I know you’re probably talking about the drick print but for a brief second I lived in a world where there is a leaked picture of his dick and balls floating around the internet

[depressedquetzal]

I’m definitely not crying about when Drock told me that I deserve to be saved because my emotional issues in this life align almost perfectly with mine when I was Dev and oh my god I’m sobbing

[leva-prava]

I was watching my favourite Disney movie again recently and decided to make it Bedrock Bros.

Be(ar)drock Bros

[celestiaras]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ tangled up in blue ]❜

━━━ .°˖✧ requested by @/iketnos (twt) ˚₊ ⊹

ft. elira pendora, ike eveland x f! reader — lazulight/luxiem, nijisanji en

╰₊✧ elira & ike give their biggest fan the experience of a lifetime after an accidental encounter┊2k words

contains: smut!! dom elira (w drock), ike & sub reader┊idol elira & ike, naive reader who is thrown straight into the plot & wears a skirt, fingering, unprotected piv & blowjobs, dirty talk, getting walked in on & implied foursome with vox

➤ author's note: my very first fic trade... it's such an honor

you could swear on your life that it was a complete accident all you want, but you know that nothing would be a believable explanation of why you were backstage when you shouldn’t be that wasn’t you being a creepy stalker. the two of them looked less than understanding with frowns (maybe even scowls) indicating that they weren’t in a considerate mood when you nervously sputtered that you were following someone who looked like your friend, so focused on tracking them down that you somehow didn’t manage to read all of the signs clearly reading “staff only.” oh, this really was the worst case scenario to meet your idols in, unable to tell them how much you admire them and asking for a picture like a normal fan would, instead insisting on removing yourself from their sight before they call security to do it.

they glanced at each other for a second then smirked as if they read each other’s mind and had agreed on something without needing to speak. “no, don’t worry about it, we understand.” elira’s sudden dazzling smile that exactly resembled the ones you’ve seen in posters caught you off guard, making blood rush to your face and making you feel hot. “so… if this your first wingwriters concert?”

“oh, i’ve actually attended every concert you’ve ever held in this country! it’s just— well, it’s such an honor to meet you guys in person! your performance today was one of my favorites, well, all of them are my favorites really,” you quickly found yourself rambling your admiration to them, telling them about how you bought every single piece of available merchandise that you could get your hands on and how you were in the top point five percent of their listeners on spotify. you weren’t quite sure why they suddenly decided to start a conversation with you, but you certainly weren’t going to pass up the opportunity to tell them how much you admired them. neither of them listened to the details since it was the same old words that they heard from everyone, however, their attention was focused on the rather cute fan who was spilling her heart out about how much she loved them.

elira cut you off mid-sentence, wrapping her arm around you and letting ike lead the both of you somewhere, “that’s so flattering coming from you!” you weren’t sure if her words were genuine or if she was trying to shut you up to steer the conversation elsewhere, now acting friendly like you were already acquainted (not that you minded or anything because, well, the elira pandora had her arm slung over your shoulder and her perfume smelled so good—). “so sorry about us being so rude earlier, by the way, we just some bad news about the next concert.”

you now realize that they were taking you to a trailer, one that was a bit further away from all of the commotion of wrapping up the event. were you allowed to be this deep in an area where outsiders were forbidden? two of the three band members brought you here and didn’t mention the possibility of getting in trouble, so it must be fine, right?

the inside layout was standard, yet it was colorful with a gleaming white and sparkling blue and full of posters of the wingwriters trio covering the walls. they set you down on a little bed and elira got you a drink from the mini-fridge while ike joined. you really tried to follow everything that she was talking about, but she got off-topic a lot and constantly skipped around in her stories— again, not that you minded because your idol who was the prettiest woman you’ve ever been blessed with living in the same timeline as was talking to you like you were a best friend. you were on cloud nine and all giddy inside, practically having hearts floating above your head like a lovesick puppy and holding the can of soda in your hands like it was something worth treasuring instead of consuming it.

seeing how completely unassuming and how smitten you were, she took this opportunity to lean forward and place a little peck on your lips. it was innocent and experimental, to test the waters and see your reaction so that she could estimate how far you’d let her go. she chuckled at your stunned expression and spoke first, “you’re really cute, you know that? what do you think, ike?”

the man who was silent and hidden this entire time made his presence known by sitting behind you, gently caressing your thigh before whispering in your ear, “she’s just adorable.”

they could see you melting in between them like ice cream in the hot summer sun from the attention, speechless from the flirtatious advances. you didn’t resist in any capacity so she kissed you again, more deeply this time while tenderly holding your face in her palm. you gasped as he bit the shell of your ear and began trailing his hand under your skirt, making you shiver under his touch. you weren’t sure how many rules you must have broken within the past ten minutes and the possible repercussions that could happen if you got caught.

although, this is the opportunity of a lifetime! sneaking around with your idol like this was something most could only dream of since it’s only a plot conceivable in fiction, but you were living it out right now with not one, but two of them! you would be stupid to pass this up and reject them! you indulged in their inappropriate behavior instead, reaching out to hold her face in your hands and kissing her back with a bit of tongue while leaning back into him. it took some confidence that you didn’t know you had in you when you were too nervous to even look them in a eyes a few minutes before, but they seemed more than pleased with your reciprocation and took it as unspoken permission to escalate it further.

elira chuckled at your little display of dominance that wasn’t going to last for much longer, quickly hiking up your skirt and hooking a finger around your underwear to pull it down. “god, you’re wet so wet already,” she marveled, looking at the wet patch on the fabric and sticking it in her back pocket as a souvenir. “such a short little skirt that barely even covers your ass, you were probably hoping for something like this to happen, weren’t you?” you didn’t even get to respond, getting cut off by a gasp as she gently rubbed at your clit and pressed in one finger followed by another. she made slow scissoring motions to stretch you out and licked her lips, eagerly prepping you to be able to take her with ease and pushing you over on your back so that she could fuck you properly.

your eyes rolled back to meet with ike’s length already waiting for you, fully erect and nearly dripping with anticipation. obediently, you opened your mouth and let him slip the tip between your lips like it was the only thing you were good for. he tasted bitter due to the poor diet of energy drinks you so often heard of, but it didn’t matter to you since you were being granted the honor to suck him off. he groaned as you ran your tongue along his shaft, sloppy sounds of slurping and his mewls being mixed into a beautiful melody of sin.

you were unable to focus on both of them at once and they had you torn, capturing your attention by doing some action they have yet to do and essentially playing ping-pong with it. feeling elira impatiently reveal her cock from her tight white shorts and sinking it into your warm so quickly make you choke around him, sending vibrations throughout his core and making him grip onto any piece of you he could get his hands on even harder.

her pacing was relentless, pumping in and out of you like you were a mere fleshlight. maybe you were in the moment, a toy just to get them off for the moment instead of a living and breathing fan, but you would be lying if the thought of being used by them so callously didn’t get you excited. you felt completely stuffed and her light blue cock hit your sweet spot so perfectly that it had you seeing stars, tearing up at the sensation while her nails dug into your thighs for her to keep her balance.

with every thrust that pushed you back into the mattress and had your tits bouncing under your top, you choked a little bit more on ike’s cock. you could barely see his crooked glasses that were on the verge of slipping off and felt yourself getting a little lightheaded from the awkward angle. nevertheless, you persisted in your goal to make him cum down your throat, lips slick with bodily fluids as he bucked his hips deeper and hit the back of your throat, “god, how are you able to do this so effortlessly? you must have so much experience sucking dick to get whatever you want, don’t you?” it nearly made him blush at the thought as if whatever he was doing wasn’t worse.

you could only whine in response since you were fully occupied, the only noises coming from you were squelching and gagging from both of your holes getting filled like a common whore. nice, quiet, and compliant, just how they like to fuck their cute little fans like you. it’s truly unfortunate that such an experience can’t be told to others, but it must be kept a secret if they are to continue such activities! they can’t have a scandal breaking out that the wingwriters have a bad habit of bringing unknowing fans who would give them the world backstage and adding their panties to an evergrowing collection, now can they?

“mhm, fuck… i’m close,” he mewled with the soft and gentle voice that you knew held so much power from his metal songs, the type of voice people would listen to as a guilty pleasure. you really wished that you could savor his words properly before you sputtered on the thick ropes of white he shot down your throat without warning, his hand holding your head in place so that you could take every drop of it without wasting and not letting go until you swallowed it all like a good girl.

elira took a bit longer to tap out than he did, absolutely animalistic and flipping you over onto your stomach at some point to rail you even harder. she was feral and had no problem making you scream so loud that everyone else at the concert venue would be able to know that she was the reason behind the noise. ike simply watched the rest of the show amused by it all, even having the kindness of holding your hand when her stamina finally ran out and she painted your insides with her seed before collapsing on top of you.

“what the hell are you two up to? our manager is up my ass about—” vox akuma burst through the door yelling about something of them getting in trouble with perfect comedic timing, stopping in his tracks once he saw the hot and sweaty entanglement of limbs from his fellow band members fucking the brains out of who he could only assume was a fan. he sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, holding the position for a few seconds to think it through yet unable to ignore the stir of lust growing within him. have they really done this again? without him? all it took was a look of bedroom eyes from you realizing he was there for him to shut the door and approach the three of you, “fuck, i guess he can wait for a couple more minutes— move over for me.”

[amandarotten]

A drawing for my best friend, of his Dwarven Ranger Drock 💕

[jupiterrr33]

I KEEP PRESSING THE WRONG DROCKING BHTTON

[artimeanatheart]

Aaron Character Analysis-Quests Book Four Part One

I love my boy but he is so stupid sometimes. McMann is so good at writing characters being stupid in very in-character ways (see the entirety of Alex's arc). But before we get into that, let's enjoy some lighter stuff.

Family and Frenemies

"But Thisbe's eyes were elsewhere. She caught Aaron's eye, and a lump formed in her throat. Aaron put his hand to his heart in silent gratitude at seeing her. Then Thisbe and Fifer ran into the surf and skirted Crow and Scarlet, who were kissing again, and joined Kaylee in hugging Aaron. Thisbe couldn't stop her sobs, and after a moment Aaron let go of the others and picked her up as if she was a little girl. He held her as they cried together."

At long last the surviving Stowe siblings are reunited. Aaron hasn't seen Fifer since book two and Thisbe since book one. Aaron and Thisbe's reunion especially is so satisfying. We haven't gotten to see pretty much any of their interactions in the series prior to this point, but their relationship has been built in the background through Thisbe thinking fondly of him and about how much she misses him. Additionally, both Aaron and the narrative don't hesitate to draw similarities between the two of them, and have been doing it since Island of Dragons. There are some pretty clear parallels between Aaron and Thisbe that help them understand each other better right now (I'm sure that won't cause any problems for them in the future), but I would actually make the argument that Fifer and Thisbe don't neatly parallel either Alex or Aaron. Both have traits of both their older brothers along with things that are unique to them. I think there's some narrative significance to that, but that's a topic for another time. For now, back to Aaron and Thisbe.

"Aaron stared after the beast. 'I think we're in for a long brainstorming session, little sister,' he said. 'You and me. If what Drock said is true, that the Revinir is not going to stop until she has you two, we need to cut off her ability to control the dragons. Who knows what she's capable of? If she comes here, or even if she sends dragons to collect you, all of Artime and the seven islands will be in danger. We don't have the ability to fight an enemy like that.' Thisbe stepped into Aaron's space and said accusingly, 'I've been saying this for weeks! Finally someone believes me.' She shook her head. 'Finally. Thank you, Aaron.' 'I'm sorry I didn't give this my full attention before,' said Aaron. 'With everything going on, it's been. . .difficult. Hard to focus on this. But you have me now.'"

Aaron really empathizes with the struggles Thisbe is going through in Artime. She doesn't like how the people of Artime look at her with fear or worry that she's going to hurt them. Aaron understands exactly what that's like. That's what he's been dealing with for years, but especially recently with Frieda and the dissenters. He doesn't directly state that he understands what she's going through, but, after he realizes it (my boy can be quite oblivious at times), he becomes much more vocally supportive of her. He lets her know that he agrees that something needs to be done to help Grimere. He understands what it's like to be drawn to a place far from Artime.

"Thisbe looked up at her brother's tender words, but she felt threatened by them too- was he about to forbid her to go? Thisbe had been dreading this conversation, but she was going to be very firm with him. 'You won't lose me,' she said quietly. 'Not to death, anyway. There's no way she'll outsmart me. I'm already planning.' She hesitated. 'But I just want you to know that if you try to keep me from going, you might never see me again.' She surprised herself with the ultimatum. Aaron took a sharp breath. 'Wow. That's harsh,' he said, but then a pained half smile curled up his lips, and he squeezed her hand. 'Besides, I wasn't planning to forbid you. You're old enough to make your own decisions now.'"

He also trusts her to make her own decisions. He doesn't want her to leave again so soon after getting all his surviving family back together and he refuses to give her up to protect Artime when there are other options. But he also won't lock her in her room to stop her from leaving. Thisbe is used to dealing with Alex and expects Aaron to forbid her from going. He gently corrects her and assures her that he won't.

"Aaron listened. After a minute he nodded slowly. 'As much as I want to protect you, I think you're right-my presence would cause suspicion since she knows I haven't taken any dragon-bone broth. Your plan to infiltrate and pretend to be under her spell is a good one. While you're gone, We'll continue working on more complex spells to help you-and I'll talk to Sky like you asked. Just. . .just stay safe. Stay alive.'"

And when it comes down to it, he doesn't. Thisbe's still worried about him trying to stop her and tries to sneak off, but he just sends her off with love. Aaron sees that Thisbe has a well thought out plan and respects her abilities enough to trust that she will stay safe. He wishes he could go with her, but acknowledges that she makes good points about why he can't. He wishes Thisbe the best and turns his attention back to things in Artime, even though a part of his heart goes with her to Grimere.

What a sweet, wholesome relationship. Now onto a less wholesome dynamic that I still love: Aaron and Samheed.

"Samheed no longer held a grudge against Aaron-those feelings had subsided years ago. But the two had never been close. Samheed had always been much warmer and friendlier toward Alex-once they'd become friends, that is. And while Samheed could say with a fair amount of confidence that he trusted Aaron, he felt a slight prickling at the back of his neck seeing the man in Alex's robe."

All of the returning characters in Quests feel very in line with who they were in the original series, including Samheed.  He's a softie at heart, but he still has an angry side of him that comes out when he's Feeling Things (tm) and doesn't know how to deal with it. In this case, those are his feelings over Alex's death. He's one of the characters who's been most impacted by Alex's death and it really goes to show how much he cares about his friends. And he and Aaron aren't friends.  The man really knows how to hold a grudge (even though he denies it).

"It was just that Aaron looked so much like Alex with that robe on. Samheed's heart throbbed painfully, but he attempted a grin and embraced Aaron."

As much as I love Aaron, I appreciate that Samheed doesn't. It's an effective story-telling choice to have someone in our main group who doesn't like Aaron; it makes the dissenters complaints seem more plausible. I'll talk more about their conflict in the next book, but for now I want to talk about how the fact that Samheed looks at Aaron in the robe and see how much he looks like Alex is sad on multiple levels. There is a part of Samheed that's upset that Aaron's head mage because of who Aaron is and the things he's done, but Samheed's also upset because Aaron is not Alex.  Which is a call back to Aaron's own character development, a major part of which was realizing that he didn't need to be Alex or Alex's opposite.  That he could just be himself and that would be okay.  Samheed doesn't see that, doesn't understand that that was a large part of Aaron's struggle, and that's part of the reason the two of them don't get along.

"Frieda Stubbs got in Aaron's face. 'A good head mage would at least try to control his dangerous sisters, like Alex would have done!'"

So many people in this book still wish that Aaron was Alex instead.  He even says that he's trying to lead Artime like Alex would.  His supporters want him to do that.  Samheed and the dissenters are angry because he's not Alex.  Why can't they just appreciate him for who he is?  He's an interesting person in his own right, not just compared to Alex.  It took him a long time to realize that, and it's taking the people around him even longer.

"'How are you doing?' Thisbe asked him. They hadn't talked about Alex's death very much lately. Aaron's expression softened. 'It hurts,' he said. 'Pretty badly sometimes.'"

And Aaron is also still missing Alex. He wishes that Alex were there. He's in literal, physical, constant pain from Alex's death. He can't even go into Alex's old quarters. I really appreciate the importance of sibling bonds in this series. The bond between twins is the throughline that ties everything together and is what both starts and ends the series. The familial (and platonic) relationships are placed in the spotlight as much as or more than the romantic relationships and definitely have more impact on the plot/story than the romance. They are treated as equally as important by the story as the romance. Also, I love that the twins in this series call each other soulmates and the couples are referred to as besties (at least by Kaylee).

Anyways, Aaron is missing Alex and he knows that the current state of Artime isn't what Alex would have wanted but he's not sure how to fix it.

[rainandsugarcane2000]

DROCK;DHJLEKJXEHSWPIJOWAJPWAOPA2J O,G BINDER BINDER EUPHORIA ENCDLIEDEXILJEXLJ GENDER EXILEJXJLIEXJXN IM GONNA ASEDNKEDJNCKJNXEMWXLM3OJZNWZKNSENESLKNES ASEND TO THE HEAVENES

[holydovegoesbrr]

c0mm for Drock!

[rusanya-does-edits]

Ganyu from Genshin Impact is androx, loveplural, genderfuckoff, and aromantic!!

Androx - A gender inbetween male and androgyne. Pronounced “an-drocks”.

Loveplural - Loveplural is a ideology tied to love and positivity with being multiple. It is to ignore the negativity, pessimism, exclusionism, and to spread love and joy to others that need it. It's to be loved for who you are, as a multiple, regardless how. This ideology is inclusive of all systems; you cannot be Loveplural & an exclusionist.

Genderfuckoff - A gender system that is related to not wanting to explain yourself to anyone and if they keep pushing to tell them to "Fuck off!" Being x and wanting people to fuck off, identifying as x and not wanting to have to explain yourself, liking being x and being done explaining yourself.

Aromantic - Aromantic (often shortened to aro) is an identity defined by the experience of feeling little to no romantic attraction and/or desire.

[depressedquetzal]

Does anyone think it’s possible for animals to be fictionkin like people even if they can’t express that?

I feel like it’s fate that my dog which we almost didn’t get acts exactly as my dragon companion from when I was Dev. Like gives me the same looks, plays in the same way, does everything the exact same way

I can’t tell if I’m just projecting onto him or what but he feels perfectly like Drock and it doesn’t help that both their names are five letters and start with D. Idk if this is fate or what but I like to act like he’s my long lost dragon friend and give him the respect he deserves especially since my dad yells and hits him a lot and threatens to buy a shock collar for him when upset. It reminds me of the Revinir and pisses me off

[okaystoptellingmetomakeanaccount]

Understandable, mr drock. I will get you a new one later.