This Is What Happens When You Make Too Good Of A Plastic Bottle.
Apparently, the Tiger & Bunny series had a range of muscular bottles merchandises as shown in the top image. And what happens if you rip away all the outer packaging (aka the clothes) and fill it with coffee-flavoured milk?
You actually do get a really sculpted and near perfect muscular body.
I’m actually more wow at the effort they took to actually make the mould of the plastic bottle so precise and sculpted. O.o
IM VERY ANNOYING AND IM VERY SORRY I DONT KNOW HOW TO STOP. . … … .. .
*hugs your face*
I forgot I took this earlier today because I was doing shit but hey look it’s a decent selfie.
~Taocun blushes deeply before looking about and pointing to himself.~
~When Brutus moves the two of them, Taocun’s kissing calms down somewhat as he settles into the other comfortably again. Satisfied with the new positioning, he pauses for a clear breath and a light moan. His attention is brought back to the music suddenly when he hears a few songs being skipped, but he’s only half-listening until the lyrics start up. Not just the words, but the overall mood of the song is fitting enough to embarrass him, and Taocun molds against Brutus to hide his own face.
The touches to his back are lovely although not the most familiar to Taocun. He shifts his hands at Brutus’s neck to try to return the favor to his shoulders. Nearly clueless as to what he’s doing though, Taocun hesitantly looks up again and experiments with lightly squeezing and massaging the muscles connecting Brutus’s neck and shoulders. There’s a heady look in the younger blueblood’s eyes, and his wet lips remain parted except for when one of those knots are rubbed out, coaxing more sounds from him.~
Brutus has a mischevious look in his eyes when he looks at Taocun, seeing the blush gracing his features and loving every moment of it. He ducks his head slightly and places his kisses along his cheek and down his neck a little ways. Too sweet for words this younger troll. So impressionable as well. Brutus would have to make sure to take things slowly so as not to startle him with things that he’d never pictured before. Poor sweet ‘virginal’ Taocun.
"Senral, just let it go, it’s not a big deal." Danaus tried to tell him before he rocketed towards the blueblood. Panicking, the small troll let out a soft whine, left to simply stand on the side lines of the fight. He didn’t like how this had escalated. If it had just been between Senral and the highblood he might not mind as much, but he didn’t want someone getting hurt on his account.
The blueblood seemed surprised by the renewed energy and was put on the defensive as Senral came forward, aiming at his weak points and trying to trip him up and bring him down. Subtly, Danaus moved with them, even though it hurt to do so. If the blueblood started to notice him again, he might attack him just to spite the jade blood.
"Nope, it’s a very big deal." Half of him was doing this just to defy him, the other half was, well, like he said- a very big deal. An even better reason was that now he could really cut loose. Lusus-hunting hadn’t been as exciting as of late, and now that the fight had morphed into a culling? Well, that was doubly good. A little smile lifted up the corners of his lips.
A plan started to form as he ducked and weaved, blocking attacks himself. Maybe he could use Danaus as an attraction of sorts- somehow draw the attention off him, then turn and strike as soon as he turned to wail on Danaus. He could go for the arms, maybe hamstring him, or go for his neck or try to pierce his heart or a lung from behind… He would probably get close, but not actually hit it. He was strong, but the highblood had a lot more muscle. The tall jade grit his teeth as he tried to hit the other’s ankles, going from evisceration to trying to bring him down, make him helpless. And if that didn’t work, he had his wrists next to try.
"I suppose it would be a big deal to a pathetic grub-fucker." The highblood sneered, trying to use words to distract Senral and catch him off his guard. His own guard was slipping slightly, his movements seeming heavier as they continued. His dark eyes flitted from Senral to Danaus momentarily and his face almost lit up when he saw the terrified face that the small troll was making.
When he turned his eyes back to Senral, however, his footsteps stopped abruptly and a look of shock, confusion and horror washed over him. There was a faint energy slipping from one of his cracked horns to the other and his eyes had a faint glaze to them.
"What the fuck are you?!"
i spend a lot of time thinking about fighting styles and who would win in a fight between my fantrolls and sometimes other peoples’ and i dont know why but its fun
sometimes i try to figure out what they’d look like if they had pokemon-ish stats too im a massive dork
TAOCUN: i wonder if he could do well as a hemoanon
TAOCUN: that secretary probs got all that respect from sweeps of hard work tho
ZARGUN: is she even all +ha+ respec+ed +hough? i+s more like “respec+ed” wi+h very heavy air quo+es. i feel like shes cons+an+ly underes+ima+ed because o+hers don+ expec+ much due +o +he anonymi+y.
~Taocun slouches as the yellowblood deliberates the difficult decision. Trying to pass as a different caste is more than just wearing a different color. The yellowblood concludes that the shady dealings and clever workarounds required for a convincing disguise are excessive in risk, but if another solution such as say, finding another higher blooded partner or liaison somehow, proves too dismal, only then would he fall back on that idea as a last resort.~
"Zargun is right, with the exception of that one troll she reports to on a constant basis, she gets questioned without being questioned. Others butting in their ideas when its supposed to be her calling the shots." Danaus murmured quietly, rubbing his nose absently, his eyes glued to the screen. His ears perked up when the scene pulled to the cerulean who was doing his dealings under the table and with a heavy hand when necessary.
I have often considered leaving my rp accounts, but there’s one person who always indirectly gets me to stay.