#200kg

[disfordavelifts]

It’s all fun and games lifting heavy weights until you have to re-rack every plate

[christophermamalian]

The weight doesn't matter, just remember ass to grass.

[fcbalding]

INDONESIA SCORED ANOTHER GOLD MEDAL FROM WEIGHTLIFTING AND BREAKING ANOTHER WORLD RECORD 😭😭😭😭🇮🇩🇮🇩🇮🇩🇮🇩🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼‼️‼️‼️‼️

[cookinary]

Mookie has lore!!!

And a very slight design update!!

And some random doodles too!

So yeah, Mookie has detachable wings and a tragic backstory! (this was inevitable really)

Dain (mentionned in the first pic) belongs to @imlawst !

And text of the first pic under the cut if it's too small :3

- She grew up in a little village and got kidnapped when she was young

- Her kidnappers killed everyone in her village in the process to avoid any troublemakers down the line

- She got turned into this cybernetic furry abomination in order to make her a super weapon

- For some reason the brainwashing never worked on her but she still played along during the training sessions because she kinda liked the changes she went through (she's a little fucked up in the head lol)

- She also wanted to make sure she knew how to use her new body perfectly before attempting an escape

- And when she got fed up with the lab, she escaped and obliterated the ENTIRE building and everyone involved in the project

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- From all the experiments and cyber enhancements, she gained increased strength, resistance, speed and endurance

- She also has enhanced hearing and agility

- She has detachable cybernetic wings that can be plugged into her back

- The wings were developed along with her tail but stayed a prototype because they were too clunky and unpractical

- So she only uses them when she has no choice

- She can't put them on or take them off by herself, she only trusts Malo or Vulture (2 new OCs that I'll introduce sometimes) for this

- Despite everything, she loves flying

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- Because her village was massacred by her captors, she used to have massive survivor's guilt and believed herself to be the reason for the carnage

- She knows better now but she got bad anxiety from the whole thing

- She tries her best not to let it get to her

- She can't stand when someone she considers close gets hurt because of her, intentionally or otherwise

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- Settled in a house in the middle of buttfuck nowhere and drives a pickup truck to get around

[asfarion]

ive been going to the gym since october and im super strong now but im so disappointed bc i still have like no muscle definition. like why even bother.

[taeyungie]

i think i finally made up my mind to pursue my biggest dream ever since childhood - a motorcycle 🥹

[hasarjunadoneanythingwrong]

I won’t apologize for the person douman makes me btw

[loktauri]

To the peeps reblogging my art and tagging it as inspo... we shall kiss under the moonlight etc

[emperornero]

clodsire is SO BIG this beast is so powerful i love you beast

[bawkrya]

god fucking damn ppl r going hard for that triple mist g1 

[c4tto626]

if you were a 32nd century human, part of a galaxy-spanning alliance of worlds and alien species and you ran into a 3m tall humanoid wolf-like alien with 3 eyes, a split lower jaw, 4 muscular arms, broad shoulders, powerful digitigrade legs and a thick tail, all encased in heavy space armor, would you find that sexy maybe? 👉👈

[the-jam-to-the-unicorn]

Public holiday and Father's Day on the same date in Germany means the smell of bratwurst is lying over the whole country

(There was no bratwurst GIF. As a German I am shocked.)

[ykaarus]

back at the gym after one month and losing 6kg during that month due to stress. my regression ain't that bad tho! as presumed, it's worse with legs than upper body cuz I've been training upper body everyday at home with what I have, and legs been chillin for a month, so my leg press went from 200kg to 150kg 🕴 but there's no regression in anything I do for upper body so a win is a win

[incognitopolls]

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[luvnami]

i wanna pluck his brows

“what are you doing?”

you’re currently wearing a kuromi headband and an under eye mask. your posture is abhorrent as you peer into your bathroom mirror, tweezing away at your eyebrows. you squint your eyes and pluck out a singular, stray hair. 

“plucking my brows,” you reply to your husband without even batting an eye. 

ushijima doesn’t say anything. he watches silently as you tweeze out your eyebrow hairs and line them up neatly on a piece of toilet paper. he’s grown used to you and your self-care habits, be it the guasha routine you have in the morning or the terrifying red-light mask you don at night. one time, ushijima was so scared by that same mask because all the bedroom lights were switched off and he thought the devil had come for him. you barely avoided being hit in the face with his mean left hook. 

it’s not like ushijima doesn’t take care of his appearance. he had a minimal skincare routine of actual face wash (not bar soap!) and some moisturiser, but anything beyond that was unknown territory. you helped out with organising a simple schedule for masks, retinol, exfoliation, and sunscreen. he likes it when you help him do his skincare, soft fingers working the product into his skin. 

“do you want to pluck my eyebrows too?” ushijima offers. 

now, you turn to look at him. kuromi’s ears wiggle with your movement. behind on the counter is ushijima’s own corner where he keeps his skincare and razors neatly organised, his matching cinnamoroll headband neatly atop everything else. 

“are you sure? it hurts, toshi. i could do it for you if you want, though.”

ushijima wakatoshi is a strong man. he can deadlift about 200kg, he’s 192.7cm tall, and has played in the olympics before. surely he can handle some eyebrow tweezing. 

ushijima insists because he always wants to share experiences with you, even in the most mundane of things, so you concede because you do want to see him react to having his eyebrows plucked. he helps you sit on the bathroom counter and stands close enough that your knees brush against his abdomen. he places his palms on either side of your thighs, kissing your hairline affectionately. 

you take your time to comb out ushijima’s eyebrows with a spoolie. he’s blessed with rather thick brows and a nice, gentle arch, but you spot multiple stray hairs near his tails.

“i’ll just help you clean up the shape, okay? let me know if it hurts. i’ll start with this side.”

ushijima hums and closes his eyes as you place your thumb under his eyebrow to keep the skin taut. your tweezers find their target, and you pluck the offending hair out of his skin. 

ushijima jumps. his eyes are watering as they fly open, his brown bone stinging with pain. he doesn’t want to admit that his asshole just clenched. you stifle your laughter at his bewildered expression.

“toshi? are you okay?” you soothe. 

you kiss his brow. 

“how many more do you have to do?” he asks, deadpan. 

“mmm… maybe twenty on each side?” 

he pales. alas, ushijima wakatoshi is not a man who backs down from anything, even the most butthole-clenching pain of eyebrow plucking. he squeezes his eyes shut and lets you continue. 

the next day, he shows up to the olympics team training with neat eyebrows. kageyama stops mid-step to stare at him and even tilts his head to the side.

“you look different, ushijima-san.”

“do i?”

ushijima takes a sip from his bottle. 

bokuto gasps loudly. “woah! you’re like, ten times more handsome today, ushiwaka!” 

ushijima thinks of you, giggling as he furrowed his face in pain last night, determined to make it to the end of his eyebrow torture. you kissed him every single time you plucked a single hair. a small smile replaces the stoic expression on his face.

“thank you. my wife plucked my eyebrows for me.”