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The OC Recipe

A simple satire with a silly sable

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Looking to follow more WORLD OF WARCRAFT roleplay blogs! If it's not too much to ask, could you please share this around so I can find some new blogs to follow?

Also my Ask Box and Messages are always open and would love to make some new friends.

Thanks in advance!

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beetles are the best bugs because they’re the closest thing nature has to a living knife

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Grom’s (not-coffee this time) adventures are here again!  This time based on WOD cinematic, typical romantic phrase and love for Iron Stars. And also need for Mannoroth content. This babe deserves more. 

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💭 x 5 from Tormaaz ;) from @twosidedsana except you actually sent this to yourself on anon Tormaaz.

1. “She is the most beautiful of all mortals. I must corrupt her and make her my queen of all the Twisting Nether!”

2. “I wonder if she could make me a tuxedo for our eventual demon wedding...”

3. “Dat ass tho...”

4. “KNEEL BEFORE TORMAAZ!!!”

5. holding a flower and plucking off pedals. “She loves me... she loves me not... she loves me!... she loves me not!... She loves me!!... SHE LOVES ME NOT?!?! RRRAAAGHGHRGHRGHGH!!!!”

@twosidedsana

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“Me, I’m her demon. She’s sleeping with me”

✞ 666 ✞

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This post is about me.

I’m her demon.

@twosidedsana

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Reblogging this from my wife.

I know what she likes, and she knows what I need.

eat her like you need her

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Send me XXX and I will share a nsfw headcanon about my muse.

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DWC Day 17: A spellbindingly Alternate Universe of Disappointment.

Challenge: Smut!

The weeks that followed the unholy union of Tormaaz the Gargantuan and Sana’dal had been non stop celebrations of all demon kind.

Slaves from other conquered worlds were brought in to perform day and night. Exotic dances, songs, and other performance arts were made spectacle in front of all of Tormaaz’s and Sana’s subordinates.

The weeks that followed weren’t just partying, however. Tormaaz had the greatest of fel sorceresses and scientists involved in turning Sana into the perfect mate. She had been spellbound and mutated to be nearly beyond recognition. Aside from her face -which remained largely unchanged- the once elf was now built much more like Tormaaz. Her upper body had grown thick and scaly, while her lower had been extended to mirror the crocodilian centaur like shape her new husband. The transformation was finally complete, and now they could consummate their marriage... properly.

Amidst a rocky plateau that had been decorated with the corpses and skulls of conquered heroes, Tormaaz and Sana’demon laid together on a plushy bed that spanned the length of a full footbomb field. Tormaaz stripped his demonic armour and tossed it aside, lumbering towards his waiting -and likely still begrudging- wife.

��Now, I shall show you why they call me Tormaaz the gargantuan,” he warned with a toothy grin. The stench of fel an sulfur filling the field as he laughed.

“Come then, Lord Tormaaz,” Sana’demon invited. More of a challenge than anything.

Rearing back, Tormaaz mounted his demon wife. Large, crocodilian phallus popping out and poking against her cloaca. With a great thrust! he was inside.

...

and then he was done. Finished. Ejaculate from a single pump.

“How was that, Wife?!” he asked with all the confidence of a mega chad.

“What... the FUCK was that?!” she spat back!

“ALL THAT BUILD UP FOR ONE THRUST? TORMAAZ THE GARGANTUAN? MORE LIKE TORMAAZ THE DISAPPOINTMENT!” she scolded. Even if she was reluctant to be a demon. Sana had at least come to terms that she’d get the luxury of ruling. But now part of her eternal life was incredibly disappointing sex? Fuck no.

The rest of the night continued much like that. Sana’demon yelling and scolding Tormaaz while he tried to stand proud after being so thoroughly demasculated by his own bride. Her voice so thunderous that surely everyone within a ten kilometer radius would hear as well.

@daily-writing-challenge @twosidedsana

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DWC Day Three: An Alternate Universe... Romance?

Enter the ruins of Azeroth: The Ashlands.

In the years following the Legions defeat, the heroes of Azeroth had forgotten about the immortal demons that still clawed at the edge of reality. Too focused on a war being fought in the realms of death, no heroes remained to stop when the forces of Tormaaz the Gargantuan broke through the barrier between realms and washed across the continents. Just like hundreds of worlds before, Tormaaz had reduced Azeroth to a pit of salt and sand.

Many of the planets people were sacrificed and slaughtered to fuel his war machines. Those that weren’t were made into slaves. But one stood out from the crowd. One that Tormaaz could not ignore.

“You there! Elf!” his bellowing voice boomed out. His great sasumata pointing in her direction, “Come to me!”

The woman, a sin’dorei with snow white hair looked up at the great demon lord. But she did not cower. She wore the face of pride and confidence in the wake of his gruesome glory. Despite being left with nothing but scraps of linen to clothe the people, this elf had managed to create beauty out of poverty like no other. She was the queen of rags.

“What do you want, vile demon?” she spat, wholly argumentative until the very end.

“What do I want?! I, the great Tormaaz, demands you become my Empress!” he roared.

“Only a woman with such a defiant stare could ever be the wife of Tormaaz the Gargantuan!”

The woman was shocked. A demon? In love with an Elf? Could such romance be true?

“What is your name, woman?” Tormaaz asked as he lumbered forward, a great reptilian hand reaching down to scoop her up.

“The people call me Sana. You can call me that as well, Great Tormaaz,” she replied. Despite his disgusting image, she could sense the heart of a poet beating beneath his scaled breast.

Tormaaz pulled her up towards his face. The glow of orange hellfire reflecting off her pale skin as she was sat on his tusk. Crossing her legs at the knee, she looked down at the slaves of Azeroth. Her life would forever be changed.

The legions of Tormaaz mached forth. Fel flowers and bells chiming. Bilescourge chirping on the winds. Sayaad Torturers' forced slaves to scream in a cacophony that eerily sounded like the Bridal Chorus if one tried really hard to hear it.

Down an isle of lava and black stone, Sana walked with her chin held high in a dress of black and red. adorned with the skulls of the dead and glowing with the souls of the damned weaved into it’s very fabric. Sana herself had designed the dress, with the hands of a dozen shivarra to tailor it to perfection. Running behind her, the flower imp tossed felweed pedals in her wake.

Under a massive stone arch, Tormaaz watched her approach as a reverend Inquisitor demon waited. A single tear of lava rolled down the great Pitlords cheek. Sana looked up at him upon her arrival and smiled.

“Do you, Tormaaz the gargantuan, take Sana to be your unholy empress for all eternity?” asked the felfire priest.

“I do.” he answered.

“And do you, Sana, take Tormaaz the gargantuan to be your glorious emperor?”

“I do,” she answered.

“Then by the power vested in my by the dark titan himself. I now pronounce you Pitlord and Pitlady. You may kiss the bride.”

A great hulking hand reached down to pick up his new bride, pressing his sulfur stinking lips against her whole face.

smoooch

The who looked out over their demonic and slave attendants and smiled.

“HAIL EMPRESS SANA! SANA IS GOOD! SANA IS GREAT! ALL MOAN THE GREAT, GOOD, SANA!!” Tormaaz bellowed out.

The demons cheered, and the people lamented.

Thus the two returned to his throne room... to consummate the marriage properly.

@twosidedsana​ @daily-writing-challenge​

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“Who?”

“WHO?!”

“I AM TORMAAZ THE GARGANTUAN! ALL MUST KNOW MY NAME!! INTO THE SALT RAZOR PIT WITH YOU!!!”

TMIT: Would Tinnare want to hang out with Tormaaz?! TMIT2: What's the spiciest drama Kharris/Khaeris has had to endure in her current relationship?

Would Tinnare want to hang out with Tormaaz?! "Who?" Tinnaire blinked and lifted her brows curiously.

((I'm sorry, I have seen this name floating around lately, but I'm not sure who it is! >< )) What's the spiciest drama Kharris/Khaeris has had to endure in her current relationship?

Kharris: Spiciest bit of drama... There's so much to choose from! When Iloam took his memory away to try to be someone new for Aelberyn. That was the most affecting, for her, I think. There's been a lot of drama over the years though. Currently, she's in settled-down non-spice mode between her steady relationship with Asarel, and things having calmed down with Iloam. Khaeris: Spiciest drama with Pollux? Definitely when they were NOT yet together, but feeling a relationship out, and she slept with someone Pollux hated. Things almost ended before they really began.

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But what about TORMAAZ?!?!?!

Would she ever sleep with a demon? If so, which one would she prefer? Where does she draw that line of monster fuckin?!

"Who says I haven't been dicked down by a demon? I prefer doomguards, all that rage, or shivarra, all those arms! The line? I'm not gonna do any of the animal or weird bodied ones, like felstalkers or watchers. Nasty."

@thalsianiii

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Reblog this if you’re okay with people sending unexpected IC asks to your muse at any time! No meme prompts needed!

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“YOU SHOULD BE BEGGING TO BE SMASHED BY TORMAAZ THE GARGANTUAN! FEEL MY GIRTH!”

Smash or Pass! - Tormaaz the Gargantuan

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU...GET AWAY. NOW. FUCK OFF. DROWN YERSELF IN THE OCEAN YA CRAZED ELEKK TURD."

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“HOW DARE! INTO THE SALT RAZOR PIT WITH YOU!!”

🌹 You find a trail of dead rose petals leading to your bed. Tormaaz the Gargantuan is in it, what do you do? (@tormaaz)

“Get the fuck out.” @tormaaz

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“HOW FUCKING DARE YOU!!!”

“Into the Salt Razor Pit with you!!”

Smash or Pass - @tormaaz

“Pass. Big pass.”

ty @thalsianiii @tormaaz ))