#Muse yukari takeba

[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..

[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]

D20: Yukari trying to stuff Fuuka's massive ass in her cleavage long enough that Mitsuru lets go of "executing" the Nav for eating her lunches.

Roll: 4...

"J-jeez Fuuka, you aren't making this easy! All this ass is hard to stuff down my- M-mitsuru!"

Yukari jumped on the spot as the fuming redhead rounded the kitchen corner - which made the giant pair of cheeks dangling out of her cleavage whap her in the face! Fuuka's entire bootyful lower body was left sticking out from her teammates chest, but she didn't have time to fully hide!

What came next was a flurry of pleading and struggling - as Mitsuru swooped down on them with Yukari struggling to explain. The sounds of muffled yelling and frantic swallows echoed from around the corner, before all went still...

"Phew... aiding and abetting a criminal is a serious crime, TakeBWUUUAAARP!" Mitsuru exhaled, stepping back into the main lobby with her belly hanging lower than ever and violently struggling. Now Yukari would be forced to suffer Fuuka's fate, all because she wasn't fast enough...

[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]

Welcome everyone to the monthly eating contest, in the January 2024 line up, we have:

Kyoko Kirigiri

Yukari Takeba

Ann Takamaki

And

Ochako uraraka!!

Who will win this months eating contest? Let's speak with our contestants!

"g..god dammit why do we have this stuff it's just a hospital.."

She seems too focused on her recent gains and the meaning of the event to answer.. Mikan comea close and whispers in her ear.. The detective seems to notice you now..

"ah.. My apologies.. I'm not sure of my victory on the event I'm informed it is just for fun.. And for charity.. God dammit.."

The detective returned to her rambles grabbing her growling gut and cursing under her breath

"hello!! I'm very glad to be here and support the hospital!~ i don't wanna get my hopes up but my friend haru has helped me traaainn all month!"

The massive model did a cutesy pose as her gut akmost dragged her to the ground.. She was bigger than the detective albeit by a bit she seemed excited for the competition.. A lot more than the gal mext to her..

"d..do i really have to do this?.. A..aigis t..told me it was gonna be an eating contest not that it's gonna be televised!"

The lardy archer was sweating bullets she didn't wanna be here at all.. But she couldn't back out now... Everyone had already seen her plump face..

A participant was missing.. Where was ochako?.. Well.. The gravity heroine slowly lowered from her hospital room into her eat at the eating contest table wheezing and red faced..

"ahh.... I..im s..shorry... D..did i mish.. It.. S..shou.. H..hungreh..."

She was shining a weak pink and dwarged the others, toga was buried in the butt of her friend taking bites whike blushing... She was excited of the progress her friend had made..

[gluttonemporium]

Mitsuru subjects the women of SEES to endurance training in her guts. All they have to do is keep struggling for at least two hours and she’ll set them free! In practice though… there were mixed results.

"It has been: 41 minutes, 35 seconds since ingestion. All systems functional, Mitsuru-san."

"Um, Yukari-chan? Mitsuru-san, I've lost sight of her! I-is she still in here with us?"

"Uuugh... yes, Yamagishi. Takeba is still inside me, just... further down."

Mitsuru clenched the bridge of her nose between her fingers. She left out the part where Yukari wasn't moving much anymore, and felt significantly softer. This was supposed to be a beneficial excercise, to simulate the worst case scenario if they were actually devoured whole by a shadow!

But watching her tummy flail about with sluggish abandon, she was starting to have her doubts...

[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]

"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.

[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 😉))

[unrealization]

@ochazos

The words had escaped from her. It didn't feel like the confessions you see on TV. It was more like she'd been drowning her she couldn't hold air in her lungs anymore. It hurt coming out, and his response was the cold water rushing into her lungs.

Of course she knew. She understood what him being here meant. He had to know she knew that, and yet he still felt the need to explain himself. To justify allowing this outcome even after he returned.

But what did she know? It wasn't that long ago she was certain of what her future would be like. Who she would be with. Who she would become. And yet, here she was. Even more desperate and alone than she'd been when she'd first met Makoto. Maybe this conversation was all in her head. Maybe she'd finally lost it, and was imagining he'd returned.

But if she did, he wouldn't be leaving again.

No, this was some impossible miracle. When she felt more lonely than ever he appeared again, just like back then.

And yet, he rejected her. What a sick joke. She was drowning and he wasn't here to save her. No... That was an unfair characterization. They were drowning together, weren't they? Some of the spark in her heart that had seemed so distant returned.

"What do you know, huh?!" She cried, "You're not the one who hurt me, Makoto! You think I blame you? You think I'm that petty? That cruel?"

Any semblance of composure fell away. She'd kept quiet for so long that the words felt like they cut into her throat as she let them out.

"You come back, and all you can think about is dying all over again? What's wrong with you?! Can't you just... Can't we just make this a good thing? You're here, Makoto. That's... You think I was better off with you dead? You think that helps me?"

Her eyes stung, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Please... Makoto... Let me help you."

She'd been drowning for so long she couldn't see him drowning beside her. He didn't come to save her. He came so she could save him.

@unrealization said: "Don't go… I love you." - Yukari / 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 - accepting (x)

He pauses for a long moment. He had resolved to see things through, but now he freezes. He had intended to walk away for good. Leave Yukari to move on with her life. He was gone. He could never come back. Him just being here left Nyx unsealed. It was only a matter of time.

But she said she loved him. He never thought she would say it. Even if she felt it. He doesn't want to look at her. He needs to walk away. He needs to leave again. But he doesn't. He turns back and faces her.

"Takeba..." He stops. His chest felt too heavy to breathe. His throat felt tight. His voice came out quietly. "Yukari... I..."

He didn't want to go. But he had to. He wasn't supposed to be here. He had only hoped they could all move on. But it wasn't so simple. He could have never imagined he'd mean so much to her or anyone.

"You know I don't have a choice... I have to go back..." He kept his distance, even though he wanted to get closer. But it was hard to imagine leaving if he did that.

"You know I'm not supposed to be here." He can't look at her. His lips tremble as he gazes at the floor. "I'm sorry... For hurting you again."

  Please hate me.