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Archived. Moved to @bumblingorcs

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@bumblingorcs is where we’ve been moved!!!

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WE BEEN ARCHIVED

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I’m VERY STRONGLY considering transferring this blog over to another one since the sideblog features are annoying me. I’ll make an announcement when I do?

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I’ve set up the new blog @bumbling-orcs if anyone wants to follow it early! It’s absolutely not completely set up as I’m planning to reblog a lot of shit over there, and I’ll change the url once this blog is archived. All of the information and the actual theme have been copied over.

I will NOT be deleting this blog for archival purposes. So don’t worry about that.

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I’m VERY STRONGLY considering transferring this blog over to another one since the sideblog features are annoying me. I’ll make an announcement when I do?

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Does Ghorbash wear that helmet for extra height?

He definitely does. Don’t tell him I said that, though.

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Why is Ghorbash so short? Does he need help with the higher cabinets? Please tell me he has a step stool for the house.

he doesn’t look very amused

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The most important thing I learned yesterday is that Bumble is taller than Ghorbash

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I really do appreciate that Ghorbash NEVER takes his helmet off lmao

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I never really got the Other Mod to work but at least Bumble had hd teef

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Hammerfell boy hates the cold

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[sms: BeeMyBaby] It is that time of the day again ;) I'm bored af in class. What are you wearing?

[text] jfc

[text] I’m still in my pajamas

[text] i thought we discovered that i am very very bad at this… 

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The movement was sudden. A shock of pleasure as Stiles sank back down onto Bumble’s dick, making his muscles tighten, one large palm slamming against the dashboard. At this rate, they were going to destroy his van, and honestly, Bumble couldn’t care less.

Then Bumble fell back against the driver’s seat, melting, once again, under Stiles. Just like that, he had forgotten anything that wasn’t the feeling of his boyfriend around his cock. One arm folded itself under Bumble’s head, cushioning it against the car seat, while his other hand went right to Stiles’ ass. His palm curled around that soft flesh, large fingers gripping him tightly, feeling how Stiles was stretched around his dick. 

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Breezehome is underappreciated. tHERE I SAID IT

[mareamo]

[earlswayze]

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@bastardantichrist

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Borkul waited for the caravan to pass them by, completely still and silent, like a wolf waiting for the right moment to pounce. He stepped out onto the road, half-crouched as he snuck after his targets, one hand firmly placed on Micyne’s back to ensure that she kept up on her little legs. 

The back of the caravan was, shockingly, unguarded. Grinning, Borkul dashed forward, the hand that had been ushering Micyne along instead latching onto the back of the cart. He held tight, planted his feet against the weight of two horses, the cart, and it’s contents, and stopped the procession in his tracks. 

Confused guards, donned head to toe in that flimsy Imperial armor, drew their weapons and came back to investigate. Four of them, Borkul reminded himself. He turned back to Micyne, motioned for her to sneak around. 

He was sure that these soldiers would spent a good minute wondering what the hell to make of Borkul. He was unarmed, barely dressed, and there was only one of him. But he was big - even by orc standards, he was a giant. Not to mention the look in his eyes, that never ending, cocky smirk that told them how sure of himself he was. He did not expect to lose. 

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I really need to find a way to turn this blog into a main blog without fucking up my whole life huh :/

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Micyne barely held her tongue, biting back a response about how while he had come into favor with Madanach’s tribe, her own tribe had not exactly accepted him. Even then, she was barely Forsworn. Despite growing up in the Reach and maintaining a rather heinous lifestyle with cannibalism and necromancy, she wasn’t exactly a violent person, and didn’t favor selfishly killing people who could be innocent. 

Still, she’d fallen out of favor with her own tribe and needed to do something to fix it. Her hands trembled as she gripped the rather lightweight ax. It was all she could properly wield. “I can’t promise I’ll be able to watch your back all that well.”

The intrusive thought of watching his rear surfaced in her mind and she quickly shook her head, as if to dislodge the thought. That was the last thing her scattered brain needed to be thinking about.

“Let’s try to make this quick.” She said warily. 

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Borkul cared very little about which tribe had accepted him. What would they do if he pissed them off? Kill him? The thought made him laugh. He wasn't afraid of death, and he certainly wasn't afraid of a couple of half-naked half-elves.

... That was catchy.

"Hide behind it, then," Borkul told her, clapping her on the shoulder with one strong, huge hand, which probably did nothing to help her shakiness. He'd have laughed if they weren't trying to be sneaky, and let out a hearty chuckle instead.

"It'll be fine. Look..." He cut off abruptly, suddenly going stern-faced and silent. Surprisingly quiet, considering his size, Borkul slid over the rock they were hiding behind, beginning to creep his way down the cliffside. He turned back to look at Micyne, motioning for her to follow.