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Orc is a 32 year old Dutch(a) moderator on looksmax.org(a). He is an intersex homosexual that is obsessed with plants, acid injections, and oversharing about how autism ruined his life. From wishing he wasn't born(a) to a desire for a partner, to being rejected by society(a), to heartbroken loneliness(a), join me as we explore a modern retelling of Mary Shelly's Frankenstein, where the monster decides to take up the scalpel on himself.
Perhaps this is what started his interest in plants, as he works as both an arborist and gardener(a).
Orc was (and still is) very autistic(a). Growing up, his parents placed him into a special education program, something that he blames for him not being able to make friends(a). Additionally, due to being intersex, Orc had to undergo various reconstructive surgeries in order to look normal(a). He had several hormonal disorders, and thinks that some of his bone growth may have been stunted(a). He required surgery to be able to urinate(a). Apparently, this has led to him being unable to piss standing up, since he has holes in his dick(a). If you would like to read more about his fucked up penis, he explains it here:
The post has since been removed, but it was caught by Arctic Shift
Link(you might have to scroll down a few posts, in the post titled "clarification post")
He went through female puberty(a).
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Notably, in this post Orc also admits that he's on welfare.
Orc maintains his physique with a rigorous routine and by eating 4.5k calories per day(a).
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He does take hormones, but that's only because he'd totally die without them, guys(a).
However, one could argue that if he wasn't juicing and only had prescription hormones, he wouldn't know so much about sourcing testosterone for DIY treatment:
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He has a 24 inch torso and 6'8" wingspan(a). According to Orc, this is due to a medical condition that downregulates myostatin and affects his skeletal muscle(a), as well as acromegaly(a). His acromegaly has caused issues including blood pressure and blood sugar issues(a), wide feet(a), stiff joints(a) and excessive clavicle growth(a) causing him to have trouble fitting through doors(a) due to his shoulder width. Additionally, he claims to have been born with ovarian tissue(a) and claims to even get menstrual cramps(a).
Uh oh.
Ever since Orc's boyfriend broke up with him, he's been having somewhat of a lonely faggot meltdown on Reddit. One facet of this meltdown has been posting gay smut on r/smuTTTT formatted in the style of 4chan greentext. Certainly one of the creative choices of all time.
He's also been soliciting himself on various subreddits for meeting people:
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It should be noted that this isn't the first time he's done this, as some of his first posts on Reddit were on r/r4r and r/Needafriend.
He's also been doing some extensive (and very public) soul searching, including lamenting his autism(a), asserting that he will be lonely forever(a) and begging his sister to not have a child, lest it be as autistic as him(a).
Thanks to @Colorball for helping with research.
Early Life
Orc was born and raised on a Dutch farm(a).
Orc was (and still is) very autistic(a). Growing up, his parents placed him into a special education program, something that he blames for him not being able to make friends(a). Additionally, due to being intersex, Orc had to undergo various reconstructive surgeries in order to look normal(a). He had several hormonal disorders, and thinks that some of his bone growth may have been stunted(a). He required surgery to be able to urinate(a). Apparently, this has led to him being unable to piss standing up, since he has holes in his dick(a). If you would like to read more about his fucked up penis, he explains it here:
The post has since been removed, but it was caught by Arctic Shift
Link(you might have to scroll down a few posts, in the post titled "clarification post")
Pump it Up
Orc joined looksmax.org on July 18, 2022 under the name Arborist.
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Notably, in this post Orc also admits that he's on welfare.
Orc maintains his physique with a rigorous routine and by eating 4.5k calories per day(a).
Link | Archive
He does take hormones, but that's only because he'd totally die without them, guys(a).
However, one could argue that if he wasn't juicing and only had prescription hormones, he wouldn't know so much about sourcing testosterone for DIY treatment:
Link (Removed by mods) | Archive (Also deleted) | Arctic Shift (bottom post)
DIY Surgery
Like many looksmaxers, Orc takes to modifying himself surgically. A list of procedures that he's performed on himself include:Why Does His Body Look So Fucked Up?
As you may have noticed, Orc's proportions are off. According to him, he is 6'2" (188cm) tall with an inseam of 29 inches (73.5cm)(a). For reference, a normal inseam for somebody of his height is 36 inches (91cm).
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He has a 24 inch torso and 6'8" wingspan(a). According to Orc, this is due to a medical condition that downregulates myostatin and affects his skeletal muscle(a), as well as acromegaly(a). His acromegaly has caused issues including blood pressure and blood sugar issues(a), wide feet(a), stiff joints(a) and excessive clavicle growth(a) causing him to have trouble fitting through doors(a) due to his shoulder width. Additionally, he claims to have been born with ovarian tissue(a) and claims to even get menstrual cramps(a).
I Am a Sad Lonely Faggot, Here is Some Embarrassing Information About Me
In addition to the previously mentioned penis and bone info, Orc is quite open about sharing info about his medical issues and sexuality. He is very gay(a). He hates women(a) and thinks that having sex with them is akin to a humiliation ritual(a). Good thing he has a boyfriend to-
Uh oh.
Ever since Orc's boyfriend broke up with him, he's been having somewhat of a lonely faggot meltdown on Reddit. One facet of this meltdown has been posting gay smut on r/smuTTTT formatted in the style of 4chan greentext. Certainly one of the creative choices of all time.
Archive sites are getting age blocked, so I will archive them here locally.
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some context, I used to write these for my boyfriend but he left me so I have no outlet for the spergy fantasies I write about.
>the grass gives just slightly beneath the blanket, damp from the spring morning, but held back by the thick woven fabric beneath us, the field is all wildflowers with golden light seeping through the tall blades of grass, the air warm enough to bare skin to the breeze without much of a second thought.
>I settle onto the edge of the blanket, brushing my hand across the petals poking through, he's beside me, legs crossed, unpacking the bag like it's some sort of sacred ritual, the thermos clinks softly, he flinches slightly as it's warm against his hands.
>my heart flutters watching him handle something so ordinar with that kind of care.
>'soup's gonna get cold' I tease, nudging his knee with mine.
>he smirks, his eyes glinting, he tears off a piece of baguette, dipping it in the freshly prepared herb butter I made the night before, 'you say that like you're planning on letting us eat any of it' he replies.
>'I had plans' I confess, leaning in until our noses nearly touch, 'but then you went and wore that stupidly good shirt that makes me want to kiss you for the next two hours'
>he laughs, but it's breathless, I can feel the shift in the air, he's looking at me like he needs me more than air.
>the kiss is slow at first, like we're pretending to be patient, but his hands are already tangled in my shirt and I'm pulling him into my lap before either of us can pretend to care about the tomato mozerella salad or how romantic this was supposed to be.
>the grass crandles us, soft and alive, we roll until I'm on top of him and he's laughing against my face, breathless and flushed.
>'you're insatiable' he murmurs, I just grin, pressing another cheek against his throat, then his jaw, and tell him that he loves it.
>the soup is definitely cold by the time we remember it, half tipped in the grass, but we'll eat it anyway, hands shaking just a little, the balsamic has soaked into the salad too much but neither of us cares, we lean into eachother, full of everything besides food.
>and for a long moment, as the wind passes by softly, it's just us, the warmth, the laughter, the way we orbit eachother like the rest of the world doesn't exist.
some context, I used to write these for my boyfriend but he left me so I have no outlet for the spergy fantasies I write about.
>the grass gives just slightly beneath the blanket, damp from the spring morning, but held back by the thick woven fabric beneath us, the field is all wildflowers with golden light seeping through the tall blades of grass, the air warm enough to bare skin to the breeze without much of a second thought.
>I settle onto the edge of the blanket, brushing my hand across the petals poking through, he's beside me, legs crossed, unpacking the bag like it's some sort of sacred ritual, the thermos clinks softly, he flinches slightly as it's warm against his hands.
>my heart flutters watching him handle something so ordinar with that kind of care.
>'soup's gonna get cold' I tease, nudging his knee with mine.
>he smirks, his eyes glinting, he tears off a piece of baguette, dipping it in the freshly prepared herb butter I made the night before, 'you say that like you're planning on letting us eat any of it' he replies.
>'I had plans' I confess, leaning in until our noses nearly touch, 'but then you went and wore that stupidly good shirt that makes me want to kiss you for the next two hours'
>he laughs, but it's breathless, I can feel the shift in the air, he's looking at me like he needs me more than air.
>the kiss is slow at first, like we're pretending to be patient, but his hands are already tangled in my shirt and I'm pulling him into my lap before either of us can pretend to care about the tomato mozerella salad or how romantic this was supposed to be.
>the grass crandles us, soft and alive, we roll until I'm on top of him and he's laughing against my face, breathless and flushed.
>'you're insatiable' he murmurs, I just grin, pressing another cheek against his throat, then his jaw, and tell him that he loves it.
>the soup is definitely cold by the time we remember it, half tipped in the grass, but we'll eat it anyway, hands shaking just a little, the balsamic has soaked into the salad too much but neither of us cares, we lean into eachother, full of everything besides food.
>and for a long moment, as the wind passes by softly, it's just us, the warmth, the laughter, the way we orbit eachother like the rest of the world doesn't exist.
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>the wooden boards of the pier creak softly beneath us, worn smooth by years of water and weather, the lake is calm tonight, still, except for the occasional ripple catching the last of the dark blue sky, a breeze rolls in, threading it's cool fingers through our hair and across our bare arms.
>I shiver, but I say nothing, he's already watching me when I glance his way, his eyes curious, warm, and a little mischievous, he sets his beer down and then scoots closer, wordlessly wrapping his arms around me.
>I don't resist, I fold into him like it's the most natural thing to do, the bottle I've been drinking from clinks against the wooden planks as I set it aside.
>both of us are now huddled together under the open sky.
>'you're cold' he whispers into my ear,his breathe warmer than the breeze, sending a little shiver down my spine, 'a little' I admit, nuzzling into him, 'but you're warm'
>he hums softly, pulling me even closer, there's silence for a little while but it's not the awkward kind, it's the kind you earn, the kind that stretches comfortable between people who've been talking for hours and still want to keep going while their throats are going sore.
>we talk about stupid things, and meaningful things, our legs tangled, our fingers idly brushing eachothers knees or tracing the grain of the wood, our voices a little hoarse.
>and then he shifts.
>without warnings, he presses his forehead against mine, there's a look in his eyes that has me pause my breathing, a flicker of someting unspoken, something deep and charged.
>'I think I know how to warm you up' he teases.
>before I can respond, his lips are on mine, no hesitation, no gentle lead in, just heat and need and months of restrained wanting crashing forward all at once, he kisses like he means it, like he's been needing this for days and finally snapped.
>he moves quickly, suddenly straddling me, pinning my wrists gently against the wooden boards behind me, the lake disappears, the stars vanish, there's just his mouth on mine and the heat between us in the sliver of space we've carved out in the world by accident.
>I gasp softly into him, suprised but not resisting, he tastes like beer, and the quiet part of my brain realizes the beers here are going warm, but I can't bring myself to care, not when he's looking at me like that, not when I can feel his heart beat in his chest, and his hot breath against my face.
>'slow down' I murmur between breaths when we finally pause, my voice unsteady.
>'you're not stopping me' he whispers, grinning against my neck as his teeth poke into my skin every so slightly.
>the breeze picks up again, colder now, but it doesn't matter, not when he's here, not when we're wrapped around eachother, our laughter spilling softly into the evening air and the lake reflecting the last blush of twilight behind us.
last one for today, I write these while crying in bed (this will never be me), the image is my own by the way these piers actually exist nearby and that's the view from them in the evening, so I've been meaning to do this for a very long time.
>the wooden boards of the pier creak softly beneath us, worn smooth by years of water and weather, the lake is calm tonight, still, except for the occasional ripple catching the last of the dark blue sky, a breeze rolls in, threading it's cool fingers through our hair and across our bare arms.
>I shiver, but I say nothing, he's already watching me when I glance his way, his eyes curious, warm, and a little mischievous, he sets his beer down and then scoots closer, wordlessly wrapping his arms around me.
>I don't resist, I fold into him like it's the most natural thing to do, the bottle I've been drinking from clinks against the wooden planks as I set it aside.
>both of us are now huddled together under the open sky.
>'you're cold' he whispers into my ear,his breathe warmer than the breeze, sending a little shiver down my spine, 'a little' I admit, nuzzling into him, 'but you're warm'
>he hums softly, pulling me even closer, there's silence for a little while but it's not the awkward kind, it's the kind you earn, the kind that stretches comfortable between people who've been talking for hours and still want to keep going while their throats are going sore.
>we talk about stupid things, and meaningful things, our legs tangled, our fingers idly brushing eachothers knees or tracing the grain of the wood, our voices a little hoarse.
>and then he shifts.
>without warnings, he presses his forehead against mine, there's a look in his eyes that has me pause my breathing, a flicker of someting unspoken, something deep and charged.
>'I think I know how to warm you up' he teases.
>before I can respond, his lips are on mine, no hesitation, no gentle lead in, just heat and need and months of restrained wanting crashing forward all at once, he kisses like he means it, like he's been needing this for days and finally snapped.
>he moves quickly, suddenly straddling me, pinning my wrists gently against the wooden boards behind me, the lake disappears, the stars vanish, there's just his mouth on mine and the heat between us in the sliver of space we've carved out in the world by accident.
>I gasp softly into him, suprised but not resisting, he tastes like beer, and the quiet part of my brain realizes the beers here are going warm, but I can't bring myself to care, not when he's looking at me like that, not when I can feel his heart beat in his chest, and his hot breath against my face.
>'slow down' I murmur between breaths when we finally pause, my voice unsteady.
>'you're not stopping me' he whispers, grinning against my neck as his teeth poke into my skin every so slightly.
>the breeze picks up again, colder now, but it doesn't matter, not when he's here, not when we're wrapped around eachother, our laughter spilling softly into the evening air and the lake reflecting the last blush of twilight behind us.
last one for today, I write these while crying in bed (this will never be me), the image is my own by the way these piers actually exist nearby and that's the view from them in the evening, so I've been meaning to do this for a very long time.
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>the inside of the tent is thick with warmth and the smell of us, earthly, slightly sweaty, sun warmed fabric and his skin all tangled up with mine.
>the sun has already climbed past the trees, scattering soft gold through the thin nylon walls, turning everything a lazy shade of amber.
>it's too hot now, the kind of heat that sticks to your skin, but I don't move, he's still asleep after all.
>one arm slung over my waist, his face tucked against my collarbone, like he'd claimed the spot in his dreams, his breath is steady, soft, I can feel the rise and fall of his chest against mine.
>his scent clings to everything, his shirt, the pillow, my skin, and even though we're both overdue for a wash in the stream I wouldn't trade it for anything.
>he smells like him, like warm skin and night air, and something faintly green from the woods we hiked through to get here.
>I brush my knuckle lightly across his cheek, he doesn't stir, I want to kiss him, everywhere, I want to whisper something dumb and sweet just to see the way his lips twitch into a sleepy smile.
>but I can't, not yet, I want to keep this quiet moment, him tangled in the blankets and me tangled in him, just a little longer.
>a bird calls somewhere in the brush, and the sound of the stream trickles through the walls like a symphony, the tent's getting too hot, but he's too warm to let go of.
>so I stay here, heart beating a little faster than it should, soaking in the slow joy of having him this close, and when he does finally stir, murmuring something half formed and reaching for me again, I know I'll be pressing a dozen sleepy kisses to his face before the words even leave his mouth.
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>eventually the heat becomes impossible to ignore.
>we stumble out of the tent half awake, laughing under our breaths as we squint into the sun, blinking like we just stepped into a different world, the air is thick with bird songs and the low hum of summer, somewhere downstream, the current shushes over smooth stones, calling to us.
>the stream is colder than expected, I yelp as I step in and he grins at me like he's already won some private game.
>sunlight dances over the water, catching ripples as we wade, goosebumps rising on our skin.
>'still think this was a good idea?' he teases, slicking his hair back, droplets clinging to his eyelashes.
>'ask me again in five minutes' I shoot back, splashing water towards him with a grin.
>it turns into a gentle, slow moving kind of chase, us dodging eachother between reeds and smooth rocks, water sloshing as we circle like kids and lovers all at once.
>he finally catches me by the wrist, pulling me gently into him.
>our bodies collide with a soft splash, his warms wrapping around me just tight enough that I can't slip away.
>we're laughing, but it fades.
>his eyes lock with mine, and something quieter passes between us, the world narrows again, to just him, and just me, the soft rush of the water, the breeze threading through the trees above.
>and then he kisses me.
>it's slow at first, his lips cool from the river, brushing against mine with the same softness as the current that flows around us, but it deepens quickly, like we'd been holding back too long.
>my hands find the back of his neck, his slide to my waist, he stumbles slightly, off balance on the riverbed, and we go tumbling together, laughing breathlessly as we land in the shallows, soaked and tangled.
>our brows rest together as we catch our breath, still half in the water, his smile brighter than the sun above us.
>'I'm never going to want to leave' he whispers.
>I kiss the corner of his mouth and nod 'then don't'
>the inside of the tent is thick with warmth and the smell of us, earthly, slightly sweaty, sun warmed fabric and his skin all tangled up with mine.
>the sun has already climbed past the trees, scattering soft gold through the thin nylon walls, turning everything a lazy shade of amber.
>it's too hot now, the kind of heat that sticks to your skin, but I don't move, he's still asleep after all.
>one arm slung over my waist, his face tucked against my collarbone, like he'd claimed the spot in his dreams, his breath is steady, soft, I can feel the rise and fall of his chest against mine.
>his scent clings to everything, his shirt, the pillow, my skin, and even though we're both overdue for a wash in the stream I wouldn't trade it for anything.
>he smells like him, like warm skin and night air, and something faintly green from the woods we hiked through to get here.
>I brush my knuckle lightly across his cheek, he doesn't stir, I want to kiss him, everywhere, I want to whisper something dumb and sweet just to see the way his lips twitch into a sleepy smile.
>but I can't, not yet, I want to keep this quiet moment, him tangled in the blankets and me tangled in him, just a little longer.
>a bird calls somewhere in the brush, and the sound of the stream trickles through the walls like a symphony, the tent's getting too hot, but he's too warm to let go of.
>so I stay here, heart beating a little faster than it should, soaking in the slow joy of having him this close, and when he does finally stir, murmuring something half formed and reaching for me again, I know I'll be pressing a dozen sleepy kisses to his face before the words even leave his mouth.
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>eventually the heat becomes impossible to ignore.
>we stumble out of the tent half awake, laughing under our breaths as we squint into the sun, blinking like we just stepped into a different world, the air is thick with bird songs and the low hum of summer, somewhere downstream, the current shushes over smooth stones, calling to us.
>the stream is colder than expected, I yelp as I step in and he grins at me like he's already won some private game.
>sunlight dances over the water, catching ripples as we wade, goosebumps rising on our skin.
>'still think this was a good idea?' he teases, slicking his hair back, droplets clinging to his eyelashes.
>'ask me again in five minutes' I shoot back, splashing water towards him with a grin.
>it turns into a gentle, slow moving kind of chase, us dodging eachother between reeds and smooth rocks, water sloshing as we circle like kids and lovers all at once.
>he finally catches me by the wrist, pulling me gently into him.
>our bodies collide with a soft splash, his warms wrapping around me just tight enough that I can't slip away.
>we're laughing, but it fades.
>his eyes lock with mine, and something quieter passes between us, the world narrows again, to just him, and just me, the soft rush of the water, the breeze threading through the trees above.
>and then he kisses me.
>it's slow at first, his lips cool from the river, brushing against mine with the same softness as the current that flows around us, but it deepens quickly, like we'd been holding back too long.
>my hands find the back of his neck, his slide to my waist, he stumbles slightly, off balance on the riverbed, and we go tumbling together, laughing breathlessly as we land in the shallows, soaked and tangled.
>our brows rest together as we catch our breath, still half in the water, his smile brighter than the sun above us.
>'I'm never going to want to leave' he whispers.
>I kiss the corner of his mouth and nod 'then don't'
He's also been soliciting himself on various subreddits for meeting people:
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It should be noted that this isn't the first time he's done this, as some of his first posts on Reddit were on r/r4r and r/Needafriend.
He's also been doing some extensive (and very public) soul searching, including lamenting his autism(a), asserting that he will be lonely forever(a) and begging his sister to not have a child, lest it be as autistic as him(a).
Conclusion
Unfortunately, no amount of surgery or lifting can fix the fact that he is still a monster on the inside. Orc seems to realize this too(a). Just like the original Frankenstein's monster, there really is no place in the world for him. One can only hope he skips the murder and goes straight to the North Pole.Thanks to @Colorball for helping with research.
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