#( muse / takeba yukari. )

[gluttonemporium]

Hyper sized + Booty for Featherman Pink! Not to the same level of her navigator of course but she's still gonna have toss out her slacks turned shorts

"Oh jeez, why did this have to happen on set-?"

Yukari was back in her dressing room, peeling off the remains of her supposedly "stretchy" costume for the show. Right in the middle of filming, she had found her pants getting tighter and tighter... until most of the crew ruined the shot by gasping, as her stupidly fat butt burst out of Feather Pinks outfit!

"How the hell did this happen? I can't show myself on TV with this kind of cake! What the hell will the kids think?!

[styxisms]

General:

Muse Name: Takeba Yukari Age: 17 (verse dependent) Race: human Weapon/Arcana: Archery / Lovers Faceclaim: tba

Personality:

Positive Traits: Loyal, kind, caring, smart, compassionate Negative traits: Abrasive, emotional, pessimistic, traumatized Skills: Archery, makeup, fashion, cooking (decent), healing Likes: watching tv / movies, fashion, makeup, archery, Dislikes: Men (most of them), perverts, relying on others. Summary: Yukari can be aloof and abrasive. She struggles to trust and engage with men due to her past. She hates looking weak and vulnerable. She doesn't like asking for help. She has a tendency to lash out when she gets emotional. But aside from that, Yukari is a kind girl who tries to take care of others and protect them. She is popular in school and cares a little too much about how others see her.

History: Yukari was only 6 years old when her life was changed forever. That was when her beloved father died in an accident at work. An accident that everyone blamed him for. The company he worked for shifted the blame entirely to him, ruining his family's reputation as well as leaving his wife and daughter without income or a beloved family member. Yukari remembers her father fondly. However, that carefree life was over.

After the accident, Yukari's mother sought solace and support in the arms of any man that would take her. Moving around due to the poor reputation of their family, Yukari was always picked on an pitied at school. Her deadbeat mother barely paid her any mind so long as she had the affections of a man to keep her warm at night. She ran away from her pain, ignoring her daughter who had just lost her father.

Eventually, Yukari got away from her mother and her reputation. Going to the school on the very same island her father worked at. There, she would be able to find answers to what happened. The school was owned by the company after all. And her dream got closer to being a reality when she woke up in the nightmarish Dark Hour. Awakening to the power of a Persona, Yukari knew it all had something to do with her father.... She just had to be brave and find the truth.

Verses:

i won't be a casualty- main verse. takes place during p3

this is me trying - post game. (au where the answer doesn't happen - leads into p5r verse)

Important!!!

I do not really fw the answer or any spin offs. I do not like the way Yukari is handled in almost any post-p3 material. Everything after the end of the game is hc only.

MUSE TAG

[mikanlardyclinic]

robutt with no smell

but those bio-hazard warnings least give off whos around

They activate extremely frequently.. She might be simply waddling around but being near fuuka's room activates it.. Delivering her her extremely unhealthy snacks and energy drinks makes her systems tell her to decontaminate the area.. As she's looking directly at fuuka...

"i..ish t..there a problem aigish-shan?.. FRRRPFFLTBTT!!!~ a..ah.. I..im s..shorry!.. I..i couldn't h..hold it in anymuhre.."

The next biohazard area was in the lower floors... Yukari with her gut dragging to the ground while she was sitting still somewhat mobile unlike fuuka.. And tried to keep herself decent.. A pink top that didn't contain her flabby tits really well and some extremely tight unbuttoned shorts.. Letting her belly flop freely..

"oh hi aigis... Are you looking for kotone.. She's probably in her room..saw her come back with a massive ordee from duck burger... {and she didn't share...}"

Yukari said under her breath as she buried herself on a book.. Even if she didn't reek as bad as fuuka her body odor was still quite potent alerting aigis systems once again, Yukari was one of the only ones that insisted on showering but She informed you that she outgrew her tub a few days ago.

Your systems detect a third biohazard approaching.. Mitsuru kirijo entered wheezing grease on her face.. It seems the deal with okumura foods is going well..

"ahh... Brrouuupp!!!~ g..good.. A..afternoon e..everyone... Ahh.. Frrrrrbbshlouuush!!!!!~ ah.. E..excuse me.. I..I'll be i..in my room.. Resting if you require my asistance.."

Her black skirt didn't cover anything it was just the remains of it stuck on her sweaty skin.. Her white cardigan popped letting her pale gut free..

You decide to go check on your leader.. You rise the stairs at triple the speed of mitsuru.. As you reach the second floor mitsuru is wheezing on the 3rd step of the stairs, you slowly reach your leader's room knocking the door you're welcomed by her plump greasy face.. Covered in foodstains giving you a smile

"BWOOOOOOOURP!!!~ a..ah h..hi aigish!.. I'm s..sorry i can't let you in.. I..im d..doing something private right now.."

The blast of foul wind hits you face first.. You feel yourself overheat as your fans whir loudly To cool you off..

"we are not finished yet~ please continue gorging yourself with these lard coated delicacies~"

"i..I'll be back later!.. D..dont worry!.."

The door closes as the sound of gorging continues... It seems somebody else was with her..

You start overheating once again..

[beautyxofxdestiny]

"Kotone, you could have said anything other than that..."

And now Yukari is going to spend the rest of the night thinking of mouldy moon cheese.

[unrealization]

The Snapped String - a drabble

When was the last time Yukari Takeba held a bow? It had certainly been a few years, but it felt like some kind of divine providence when she passed it. A beautiful daikyū tossed in the trash like garbage. She wasn't generally one to go on about tradition, but it was disrespectful. This weapon was a piece of history. It was actually in a dumpster near a high school, so she couldn't help but imagine a student had used it. Had that school lost its archery team to budget cuts? How sad.

When she'd seen the daikyū tossed aside like that she felt an odd sympathy for it. Before she'd even known what she was doing, she'd dug it out of the trash and taken it home. She spent the next week or so researching how to restore it and then going through the arduous process on her own.

Eleven missed calls.

Still, once the bow was shining again, she felt a tiny amount of fulfillment. She'd managed to save it. Save it.

Save it.

It wasn't long before she was looking for archery ranges. Somewhere where she could put the beautiful bow to good use. She imagined it would be sad if it couldn't serve its purpose.

Purpose.

In time she found one and made her way there. It would have been one thing if she had just been on the archery team in high school, but she had actually gotten real combat experience during her time with SEES. Surely she wouldn't be that rusty.

She took a practiced stance, holding the bow in front of her. The daikyū had a slightly different pull angle from a western-style bow. She took the string in her hand, and pulled it back. It was heavier than she remembered. Or, rather she wasn't as strong as she used to be.

She released the tension on the bowstring. Only one way to fix that. Practice. She took out an arrow and pulled the string back.

"Wow! Takeba-san! You're incredible!"

The voice of one of her teammates from back then rang in her ear. Back then, she had been able to do so much. She was the fastest shot on the team. She could fire bank shots and consistently land them on the target. Now she was struggling just to pull back the string. Her hands trembled, her uncalloused fingers stung, and when she released the shot it didn't even reach the target.

She should have gone pro.

She lined up another arrow and failed to hit the target again.

She should have kept practicing.

She pulled back the string.

She should have been more honest with herself.

The arrow stuck in the ground.

She should have known Ikutsuki was lying.

Next shot.

She should have stood up when Nyx arrived.

Her hand trembled.

She should have stopped him.

The arrow struck the edge of the target.

She should have stayed in touch with the others more.

Her fingers hurt as she pulled the string.

What if they talked about him?

The arrow hit the target.

Eleven missed calls.

She looked down the length of the arrow.

He was dead because the world was rotten.

She landed a shot.

People still desired Nyx.

Next shot.

The bow had distracted her for a while.

Next shot.

She was already getting the hang of it again.

Next shot.

This distraction wouldn't last.

Next shot.

She was rotten, too.

Bullseye.

She was part of why he had to die.

Bullseye.

She wanted another tragedy.

Bullseye.

What would the next distraction be?

Bullseye.

The pain got bigger the more she ran from it.

Bullseye.

Her life was just one distraction after the next. An endless cycle of regression. She had become her mother. She couldn't move forward. Everyone else had found new purpose after he passed, but she didn't. A part of her resented them for it, but her true enemy was herself. The thoughts wouldn't go away. The desire for an end to her pain. The sleepless nights praying for the dark hour. The drive to find new distractions. One after another. To forget the hunger. The hollow in her heart growing more and more.

Bullseye. Bullseye. Bullseye.

Her old strength and poise returned quickly, and she pulled the bowstring back further and further until-

A loud snap rang through the range, and a sharp pain followed it. A cry escaped her lips as the sudden jolt of pain pulled her back to the present moment.

The bowstring had snapped, violently striking her in the cheek as it swung wildly from the pressure. a hot stream of blood poured from the injury. She placed a trembling hand on the cut, feeling the warm liquid trickling between her fingers. It wasn't as bad as it felt, but she was stuck with it.

She fell to her knees, her beautiful weapon clattering to the floor along with her. Her gaze fell on it, its perfect wooden shaft stained with her blood.

"I'm so sorry."

It was as though the bow were her younger self, glaring at her. She stayed for but a moment. Before long, she had to stand again. Dust herself off. Wipe her face and get back to what had become of her life. Every day she got further from where she wished she was, and she knew that she could only live like this for so long. Life went on, whether she wanted it to or not.

The very next day she woke up from another dream of better days. She passed by the bow she had promised herself she would fix that day and walked out the door, back to her job she hated, where she had to be among people she hated for being just like her.

How much longer would it be before she snapped, too?

[mjrarcana]

yukari tags

[ruiination]

"White day... Pfft..." She doesn't even bother thinking about it.

[virtuousfuta]

‘Adult Swim’ (for Yukari) - @marukyustrxptease (Kotone)

Yukari had invited Kotone to a special swimming pool, and was glad when her friend had accepted the invitation. When the two had met up at the building. Yukari went into the girls' locker room, and placed her clothes into one of the lockers with no swimsuit underneath. She wanted to take advantage of the ability to do a private swim in the nude, and headed out to the swimming pool completely naked.

[mikanlardyclinic]

"y..yeah those damned benches on the cafeteria could barely hold me and you! I swear we gotta tell mitsuru senpai about this they are definitely not using the funding correctly!"

The lardy archer complained to her friend while gorging on her 7th wild duck burger of the evening.. The 3 stools behind her massive rump slowly bending and creaking as they atruggled to contain her..

This gal is in complete denial of her massive gains..

Kotone is half her size but yukari insist both of em are just chubby~ after all! If kotone is fat yukari is fat! So they both must ne just chubby~ their clothes shrank in the wash! Or the school has cheap chairs..

"Yup, definitely just chubby, that's right, Yukari! And we both know they cheap out on everything. Uniforms, chairs, doorways...~"

[gluttonemporium]

Who's gonna snap and eat Chie to finally get her to stop talking about food once she hits the 5 hour yap mark, Takebelcher or Yamagutshi?

Most likely the fatassed Feather Pink over here. She was already prepared to take the hit to her figure that a lard ball like Chie was going to make, so doing it soon is just a bonus!

Seriously, Yukari has to deal with a ton of yapping on set with some of the villains of the show - and she gets paid to deal with that! In her off time? 20 words or less please, or you're bound to be lunch-

[mikanlardyclinic]

Can Yukari belch the English alphabet?

"y..you're kidding right?!?.. Ughh.. Fine"

The lardy archer hit her chest a few times sweating and blushing a bit

"AAARRPH. BEEERPF.. CEEEUURP... DEEERRRRUUP!~"

The archer continued for a while sometimes taking breaks to chug soda and fuel her gut once again..

"EXUUUUUOUURP~ WYAUUUURP~ ZEEEEERUUP.. Ahh... Huff.. O.. Okay there you got what you wanted perv.. God.. Im never drinking another drop of soda again.. Gulp gulp.."

Contradicting herself inmediatly the archer started chugging what remains of the sods bottle a dumb smile on her face as she did

[beautyxofxdestiny]

"Really, leader? Who could possibly be stupid enough to..." Yukari doesn't even have time to finish that sentence before she watches Junpei down and then immediately spit out the Rancid Gravy.

"Oh, right... How could I forget?"

[ruiination]

"Oh... tomorrow is...." Not that she's giving anything to anyone.

[samayo-tamashi]

((Independent Persona multimuse blog that features Makoto Yuki from Persona 3 and a multi-fandom, multi-muse blog that features Yukari Takeba from Persona 3

@fatexbound (ft. Makoto Yuki) is penned by Lea

@samayo-tamashi (ft. Yukari Takeba) is penned by Shelby.

Two badass people giving you your Makoto/Yukari shipping needs 😉))

[ruiination]

"I'm not ASKING you to talk about it." She sighed. She really wished she could understand what went through his mind. She kinda got it though. After all, Yukari hated to rely on others. It was better to keep everyone at a distance. Men most of all. There was nothing more awful than relying on a man for everything. Validation, rescuing, emotional security. These were all things she wanted to give herself.

"But communicating is important. We're a team, right?" It was best to keep some measure of distance between them. After all, after this was over they probably would live entirely separate lives. He didn't seem like he wanted to be friends with her or anyone else.

"I guess I'm just saying that I hope you aren't bottling things up. Even if you don't want to talk, you could always journal or something." There was a lot on his shoulders and she couldn't believe he was always so nonchalant. Maybe it was projection but she worried it may be an act.

"As for the drinks... I guess but they don't even taste good. If you're tired, you should probably just relax instead of drinking those."

"Okay." While the girl talked-- or rather, fumbled and stuttered with her words trying to make a point, the blue-haired Fool sat down on one of the chairs in the hallway, and sipped away at his drink, ignoring her comment about them being detrimental to his health at first.

"They're not bad if you don't drink them every day. And I think you mean something like... emotional baggage?" He raised a brow, tilting his head. It made sense now, given how deeply emotional Takeba could get most of the time lashing out at Iori for his stupidity.

He clicked his tongue. "I don't like talkin' about my past. You know about my parents, and I know about your dad. That's enough. I'm not here to open up to you or anyone else." He liked being alone.