#orctoberfest

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Happy orc appreciation month!!

[monstersandmaw]

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ORCTOBERFEST HAS OFFICIALLY BEGUN ON MONSTERS & MAW!

I’m super excited to share the first of my stories! Starting off with a plus size female reader who has very low self-esteem and some serious body image issues due to her size, and a sweetheart orc who helps her realise that she can do anything she sets her mind to, and that it’s ok to ask for help.  

Prompt: 'Ring' Wordcount: 4330

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Chunky preview:

Never again, you thought as you typed ‘self-defence classes’ into your search engine at four am, still wearing your sweaty pyjamas, the nightmare still fresh in your mind. Never a-fucking-gain.  

The nicest looking gym you found was in town, and only a short walk from your apartment. You’d have been lying if you said you weren’t practically shitting bricks about joining up and starting a martial arts class, but enough was enough. You weren’t about to become a vigilante or anything, hunting the streets at night for men who preyed on and mugged people who were short and ‘somewhat chunky’ to put it mildly. You just weren’t about to be taken by surprise again.  

Ever.  

With your heart in your mouth, you walked up the street, super aware of how your body felt, of every curve and wobble, but you bit that back and focused on why you were there.  

Behind the reception desk in the simple foyer of the old warehouse gym sat a creature that looked possibly like a half-gargoyle, half-orc, but they smiled warmly enough up at you. You squinted, having left your glasses at home, and thought that the name tag read ‘Sibylla’. She had smoky grey skin, beautiful purple eyes, and a short muzzle. With features as intimidating as hers, she was the last person you’d expect to be on the front desk, but she asked in a husky, rich voice how she could help you, and you found yourself warming to her almost immediately.

“Hi,” you said, feeling utterly stupid as your face flushed a violent crimson. “Um… I saw on your website that you do self-defence classes…?” You trailed off rather pathetically before rallying again and adding, “And I’m kind of thinking about maybe doing some personal trainer stuff to get fitter and shift some weight...?”

“Sure,” she smiled, her massive canines clicking down in front of the long tusks in her lower jaw as she spoke. She had two short, black horns that curved up out of her forehead and over the top of her head. “Are you a member of the gym already?”

You shook your head. If I were, do you think I’d look like this? you thought.  

“Well,” she said. “We have a number of options then – oh, hi Liam!” she chirped as someone entered the foyer behind you from the street outside.  

You glanced nervously over your shoulder, trying not to twitch like a frightened doe in an open pasture, and when you saw the person she waved at, your heart stopped beating and then galloped wildly in your chest. The orc who had stepped into the reception area through the glass doors from the street was, in a word, gorgeous.  

He had shoulder-length, black hair, which was unusually short for an orc, half tied back off his face, and he was relatively slim too, for an orc. Beside anyone else, he would have looked like a demigod. His sculpted arms and chest were shown off by the skin-tight, black compression t-shirt he wore, and he stood at just over six feet, again remarkably short, but only short for an orc. His skin was a pale, sage green, and his eyes a warm brown. His small-ish tusks bore no metal cuffs, and there were no beads in his hair, though his ears were studded with silver and his black top was so tight that you could plainly see he had both nipples pierced.  

You felt the absolute and instant desire for the ground to swallow you whole, no matter of it had to open up a hole the size of Manhattan to achieve that. He was beautiful, and there you were with your big tummy and your fat ass, standing in front of the reception desk like an absolute fucking chump. You did not belong here.  

“Sorry,” Sibylla smiled, turning back to you. “So yeah, the options…”

“No, you know what? That’s ok. I…” you stammered.  

“You signing up?” the orc named Liam asked, coming up behind you. “Anything you’re looking forward to doing in particular?”

“Barely managing to lumber fifty yards and then spending the next two days aching and not even able to move even that far?” you muttered in disgust.  

The orc laughed, but not unkindly. “Everyone’s gotta start somewhere,” he said sweetly. “We’ll have you doing the things you really want in good time, I promise. We’ll take care of you here.”

Something about the way he said it made tears spring to your eyes, and you felt your face crumple, turning away from him to hide your embarrassment.  

“Hey now,” he said, gently bringing his hand to your shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not you,” you sniffled. “Look, thank you for your time,” you said to Sibylla. “I’m sorry I wasted it.” And you turned and fled the gym, not stopping to catch the looks Sibylla and the orc exchanged.  

Anger and disappointment at yourself flooded through you and tears still stung your eyes. Every time it was like this. Every time you set your mind to some new challenge, you backed out.  

You’d not made it ten paces down the road before you heard jogging feet, and a large figure loomed into your field of vision. It was the orc, Liam.  

“You that desperate for new customers?” you shot sarcastically at him as he drew to a halt slightly in front of you and just off to one side.  

He deflated a little, holding up his hands. God, they were nice hands. “No, I just… I’m sorry if I upset you. Whether or not you join the gym, I just didn’t want to part like that…”

“Oh,” you said, rather lamely.  

“Listen,” he said, running his palms nervously down his thighs, “Would you at least let me give you a tour of the place…? See what it’s like before you make a decision?”

You took a deep breath, teetering on the edge of a choice. You knew you should. What was it you’d said to yourself at four o’clock that very morning? Never again.

“O-Ok...” you nodded. “Thank you.”

He beamed at you, tusks gleaming in the bright sunlight, and his dark eyes glittering. 

Read the whole thing, and gain exclusive access to monthly stories, the Orctoberfest with more orcs than you can shake a WoW game at, WIP snippets, polls, character bios, and our private Discord server right now!

[talegas]

It’s Orctober and I’m super late to share this!

Kio becoming an Orc again for Orctober.

Enjoy! https://ko-fi.com/itstalegas

[monstersandmaw]

I’m sure most of you have seen my Orctober/Inktober announcement post already, but here’s one with a doodle on it too.

Basically, I’ll be writing stories from the Inktober prompt list, and posting them to Patreon and Tumblr. One in three stories will be posted here on Tumblr for free, but if want all of them, you’ll need to be a patron on the Pixies and Goblins tier.

In addition to Orctober, I’ll be continuing my dragon shifter story every Friday (even this Friday which is also my birthday) and the monthly Patreon exclusive story this month will feature a leshy, in the style of the Witcher III one.

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Orctober #3 - male half-orc x male character (nsfw) | Monsters & Maw on Patreon

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 'Ring' - male orc (Liam) x plus size female reader (very light nsfw)

 'Mindless - female orc (Khara) x male reader (nsfw)

 'Bait' - male half-orc (Tamas) x male character (nsfw)

Bit different in terms of format - it's not a reader insert, but I hope that doesn't matter. Since this is the third out of three Orctober stories, I'll be putting this one on Tumblr soon too, but not til later tonight to give Patreons at least a little head start, including the Shadows tier this time. The next two will be Patreon-only again.

It's a whopping 6914 words long, and I had an absolute blast writing it, so I really hope you enjoy reading it!! I know that 'Josslyn' is a female sounding name, but it's what this prince wanted to be called, so that's his name. :) I think it suits him anyway.

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Preview to whet your appetite

A silver-trimmed banner caught and snagged in the night breeze as the crown prince strode along the battlements of his father’s castle. The old king’s words still rang in his ears and he ground his teeth, breathing hard and fighting the urge to shout, to yell, to cry. Where was the man who had raised him? The man who had played with him, taught him to ride his first pony, and helped him with his tutor’s tasks when he’d struggled? The man who had taught him the meaning of the ideals of justice and loyalty, of servitude to the people? How could old age ravage a man so much in the mind while taking so little from his body?

The king was in his seventies, having had Josslyn later in life than many had expected, after his first queen had died in childbirth, leaving no heir. The king had the body of a man ten years younger, but the mind of a man a decade older. Joss had tried to keep his father’s unpredictable nature hidden from the council and from the people, and so far all that they had suspected was that the long-running war with the orcish peoples in the neighbouring kingdom was taking its toll on him, forcing him to become harder, stricter in a time of strife.

A guard nodded his resepcts at him as he passed and muttered, “Highness,” to which the prince responded with a small smile and a bow of his head as he swept past, his long, night blue cloak swirling behind him, the wind lifting his long black hair off his face.

A shout and commotion from the courtyard below brought two guards hurrying to his side as he peered down from the wall, but he waved them away with a gentle gesture and watched as a tall, rather bedraggled figure was hauled out from the guards’ supply room in the outer bailey and dumped in the freezing mud beside the castle well. Spear-tips were poised at his throat immediately, and as the flickering light of a wrought-iron brazier illuminated his features, Josslyn saw that he looked orcish, though somewhat more delicate than the brutes who currently inhabited the castle dungeons and gladiatorial rings across the country.

Read the whole thing, and gain exclusive access to monthly stories, the Orctoberfest with more orcs than you can shake a WoW game at, WIP snippets, polls, character bios, and our private Discord server right now!

[monstersandmaw]

Orcs and Oktoberfest is such a good combo though! A bunch of rowdy orcs enjoying it is just what I need! maybe their partner works there and they enjoy seeing the traditional dress on them 👀

Oh wow, yes! Imagine a traditional orcish festival that goes a bit like Oktoberfest! This is amazing! *stashes idea away for Orctober*

[monstersandmaw]

Ok, bedtime! Sleep well folks, and take care of yourselves. My monsters and I cheer you on as you face whatever your day brings you, and we know that you can do whatever it is you need/want to get done. 

Dullahan (check out my concept doodles of him here!) Part Four will be up on Friday or Saturday, Kieran the satyr will be going up on Patreon soon, and then it’ll be time to concentrate on my wlw orc story for patreon too. Theeeennn it’ll be back to normal writing for things on Tumblr, I promise, including Part Two of the uruk hai boy story since it’s Orctoberfest and you folks seemed to like him! 

I may or may not be around all that much tomorrow because it’s my birthday (!) and I’m driving down to see my mum and step-dad, and visiting my dad and step-mum too, so it’s gonna be busy...

Anyway, take care of your lovely selves, thanks for all your asks etc recently. - I always adore hearing your ideas, thoughts and feedback and whatever else you feel like sending me, and, lastly, may all the right monsters bite!

x

[talegas]

Fancy Orctober! Sketch commission for Lunostophiles.

Enjoy!