Bad Loser - Figurine TF
Tags: Inanimate, Clothing TF, Swimsuit, Unaware, Statue TF, Object TF, Caption, Doll TF, Rubber, Latex TF
DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea join the Discord ServerThis was commissioned by W8W!Bad Loser - Figurine TF"This is complete bullshit," Sarah fumed, gripping her steering wheel as she drove her brother to the anime convention. At 21, she had better things to do on…
This was commissioned by W8W! Bad Loser - Figurine TF "This is complete bullshit," Sarah fumed, gripping her steering wheel as she drove her brother to the anime convention. At 21, she had better things to do on a Saturday than babysit her 18-year-old brother Kevin. Their mom had insisted, playing the 'family responsibility' card. "Mom, he's literally an adult now," Sarah had argued that morning. "He can drive himself!" "He just got his license, Sarah," their mother countered. "And you know how excited he gets about these anime things. I'll feel better knowing you're there keeping an eye on him. Besides, it might do you good to spend time with your brother." So here she was, stuck accompanying her geek brother's nerd fest. Kevin sat beside her, practically vibrating with excitement in his meticulously crafted costume - something about a hunter and demons that Sarah couldn't care less about. "I can't believe I'm missing Miranda's pool party for this shit," Sarah muttered, pulling into the convention center parking lot. The place was already crawling with costumed weirdos. "God, look at these losers." "The Demon Slayer cosplay group is meeting at 11!" Kevin exclaimed, checking his phone. "And there's a limited edition figure vendor, and-" "Yeah yeah, whatever," Sarah cut him off, parking haphazardly. "Just stay where I can see you. The sooner we get through this, the sooner I can salvage what's left of my weekend." As they entered the convention center, Sarah's lip curled at the chaos of colorful wigs, elaborate costumes, and squealing fans. She stood out like a sore thumb in her designer jeans and crop top, phone permanently in hand as she trailed after her brother with obvious disdain. That's when she spotted it - a massive holographic banner floating above the main stage: "EXTREME COSPLAY CONTEST - BECOME YOUR CHARACTER!" The display showed before and after photos that made her pause mid-text. Plain, ordinary people transform into gorgeous anime characters with perfect bodies and supernatural beauty. "Hey, dweeb," she grabbed Kevin's arm, interrupting his conversation with a group of similarly costumed nerds. "What's that contest about?" "It's the newest breakthrough in cosplay technology," Kevin explained, eyes lighting up. "They use this special booth thingy. It can turn you into any character. It's very impressive, and they have it here!" "Yeah, yeah, whatever," Sarah waved off the technical details, watching intently as a plain girl in a white bodysuit took the stage. The contestant stood perfectly still, embodying an eerily calm presence. Energy crackled around her and POOF - she transformed into some blue-haired anime girl, earning thunderous applause. "That's it? Just stand there and look pretty? Perfect." Sarah was already dragging Kevin toward the participant sign-up booth. "Which character has the hottest body?" "Sarah, wait! You need to understand the rules first! If you fail the audience vote-" "Oh my god, that one!" She jabbed her finger at the catalog image of Inner Moka - tall, curvaceous, with flowing silver hair and crimson eyes. "She's fucking gorgeous. What's her deal?" "That's Inner Moka from Rosario + Vampire. She's a young vampire with immense pride and power, but you really should know that-" "Perfect! I've seen every episode of True Blood AND Vampire Diaries. I got this vampy shit down pat." Sarah was already filling out the entry form. "But Sarah, she's nothing like those vampires! And if you fail the transformation test, you'll be-" "Whatever, twerp, I'm gonna rock this." "Just watch your big sister become the hottest vampire bitch ever." "Next contestant... Sarah Wilson with Inner Moka," the announcer called. Sarah strutted onto the stage in her iconic green school uniform, but her body language was missing the graceful nobility that characterized the young vampire. The audience shifted uncomfortably as she launched into her performance. "Bleh bleh! I vant to suck your blood!" she declared with exaggerated claw hands. "Fear me, puny mortals! I am ze, powerful vampire queen!" The judges exchanged concerned glances as Sarah continued her cartoonish vampire routine. One leaned into his microphone: "Ms. Wilson, perhaps you'd like to try portraying Inner Moka's actual personality?" "What? This IS vampire personality! All fang-y and stuff!" Sarah snapped back, breaking character entirely. "God, what do you nerds know anyway?" "The contestant appears to have made zero effort to understand the character," one judge noted. "Completely disrespectful to both the source material and the cosplay community," another added. "Should we just end this?" the head judge asked quietly. "HELLO? I'm still performing here!" Sarah shouted, hands on hips. "This is such bullshit. You're all just jealous because I'm hotter than your stupid cartoon character!" The head judge's expression darkened. "In my fifteen years running cosplay events, I've never seen such a disgraceful display. Normal protocol is to m
