a probably ill fated multimuse Blog Icon by TrinityFate MUSES: Seras Victoria- 500 lbs Ruby Rose- 287 lbs Muffet- 195 lbs Pit- 350 lbs Peri- 475 lbs MORE TO COME
Send in asks that contain the name of the card to apply a temporary effect for the muse's immediate future! Duration up to the blog's mun. Effects can stack with themselves or each other.
(Cards can also be [REVERSED] to impart the opposite effect, at the mun's discretion.)
The Fool:
The muse will gain more weight from anything they eat.
The Magician:
The muse will be more likely for their future gain to influence their chest.
The High Priestess:
The muse will be more likely for their future gain to influence their rear.
The Empress:
The muse's nurturing and caring instincts become far, far stronger, especially in regards to providing food for those they love.
The Emperor:
The muse's gluttony and regal pride both grow rampant in turn, making them more demanding of others for food.
The Hierophant:
The muse's food keeps them nourished and bloated beyond what would be natural. Digestion may slow, but their weight gain and appetite keep total pace.
The Lovers:
The muse becomes magnetized to those they love, pulling the two of them closer and closer. The stronger the love and the larger the lovers, the greater the pull.
The Chariot:
The muse's weight seems destined to fight against their clothes; they'll gain fast until every waistband and bra is snapped or pulled up.
Justice:
The muse's gain transcends bodies to distribute fat fairly; They grow as others eat, and when they eat, others grow.
The Hermit:
The muse grows a bit more shut in, sleepy, and slothful than usual... Though the lack of activity doesn't make them any less hungry.
Wheel Of Fortune:
The muse's good luck becomes inevitable, granting them wealth, food, and potentially intimacy on a silver platter. Mostly food, though.
Strength:
The muse's strength is appropriately amplified, keeping up with their rampant growth. They won't become floorbound for the foreseeable future.
The Hanged Man:
The muse's weigh becomes a chain; Foretells that they'll grow until either gravity or doorways will eventually immobilize them.
Death:
The muse becomes focus of a great change in status quo; Up to the mun's discretion, it may also be made retroactive.
Temperance:
The muse's nature becomes easygoing and infectious, making friends form easily... friends that might end up copying their other behaviors and appetites.
The Devil:
The muse gains a magically silver tongue and an overwhelming desire to use it; how they exploit this power will ultimately be up to them.
The Tower:
The muse's weight is an emissary of destruction; Foretells that someone or something will be hurt by it, and soon. (Self included).
The Star:
The muse's weight becomes a mystery, at least to themself. Any sense of how much they've grown or how big they've gotten is lost, or numbly ignored.
The Moon:
The muse immediately gains weight, situated around their rear and spreading up to their waist and down to their calves.
The Sun:
The muse immediately gains weight, situated around their chest and spreading up to their arms and neck and down to their waist.
Judgement:
The muse becomes the center of attention; whether it be praise or humiliation, it seems no conversation can escape how much they've grown.
The World:
The muse's weight is predicted to reach an ultimate in growth. Limits or no, a sudden, inexplicable, immense jump in size becomes inevitable, with time.
Your devoted feline plops half a dozen boxes of doughnuts atop your bed stand… You immediately notice the creak of splintering wood, which concerns you greatly. Just how heavy were those freshly baked goodies?
“I’ll bring you your coffee, nya~? Extra sugar and a full bottle of caramel creamer! Just how you like it~ I expect these doughnuts to be finished by the time I get back~”
The threat weighing heavy in the air, you’ve no choice but to heave your engorged form upwards and prop it against the headboard. You haven’t even realized how deep your breathing has become, swallowing more air than even the best of sprinters at full speed.
Your arm, packed with adipose and sinking downward from gravity, slowly reached for the tantalizing pastries. So close within reach you could taste them from intoxicating aroma alone. Plump, cylindrical fingers eagerly lift the box’s cover and swiftly latch onto the first of many, many doughnuts.
Even in the clutches of your pillowy palm, its density was apparent. Doused in a rich chocolate frosting and likely filled with custard thicker than the butter and lard mixture used in practically every meal or snack you gorge yourself senseless on.
Your hand retreats and drags the succulent wad of dough toward your lips. That first bite. The soft flaky skin and the cold, creamy insides were divine. Enough to make your toes curl and boulder of a belly rumble to life. Now properly awakened, it would demand more.
Standing atop a chocolate-glazed donut hole, the Nobody swept her gaze over the world she'd found herself in. Rather against her will, at that.
The donut hole and sponge cake ground had been shocking enough, but everything she saw just made Xion question everything more and more. 'That's...a lake of chocolate. A bunch of spice-drop hills, a gingerbread racetr...yep, a racetrack. Candy cane trees with gummy leaves, a giant castle...okay yeah.'
Hopping down and scratching her cheek as she paced on the mountain she'd been deposited on, she tried to think logically. "Axel had said that Riku and Sora had gone to The Grid as part of their training, and we were headed that way...but we got split up while headed for it. Axel had stayed on course, but Roxas had gotten blown one way while I went another...next thing I know I heard beeping like from Ansem's computer and then..."
Her brain was starting to hurt, and without even realizing it she'd dug her hand into the very donut hole vantage point she'd been surveying from. "Well, first thing's first: get down from up here. Maybe I can find some people in that castle."
It didn't take long for her to realize that the plateau she was on was as steep as one would expect a pound cake to be if grown to geological sizes; no matter where she looked it was far too sharp a drop. Swallowing thickly as she backed away from the last edge she peered over, Xion rapped her Keyblade against the ground a few times before hammering it down, shattering through the thick crust somewhat.
"If I can't jump I can just dig."
The logic held out until her Keyblade began to bounce, having hit the soft and spongy layer beneath the golden brown crust. Jamming her blade into the thick cake didn't work much better, only prying out a boulder-sized chunk...that she promptly began to munch on out of frustration as she began to pick at her brain again.
"Mmf...last thing I want to do is cause a whole mess so magic might be out of the question. I mean this might be part of the actual racetrack, I'd probably get in trouble for defacing it if I went overboard." Hiccupping as she pondered her options, her Black Coat did its job as admirably as ever as the calorie-dense sweets already began working their magic on her figure.
The Replica body she'd inherited was having a rather difficult time deciding what to do with the food Xion was munching on, considering the abject difference in nature between it and her body. Food that was at its most base level data given substantial form being eaten by a tentatively human individual...it was little wonder the next mouthful of cake sent the tiniest of noticeable quakes through her trim behind, betraying how much bulk her Black Coat was starting to hide.
"Well, I guess I can just dig diagonally and jump when I get to a decently low point."
It was a Sora-tier plan, but it was better in her mind than wanton destruction.
"...Axel-tier too." She snickered as she began angling her slices. While she couldn't shatter the cake as she had the crust she could still leverage her sword in a better way than burrowing it in and heaving out slices.
And just as much found itself snacked on as it did piled atop the pound cake plateau. As Xion dug her way through, any minute adjustments were made with pilfering hands and a growing, greedy appetite.
The lack of monsters and saccharine atmosphere had washed away all of her tension...as had the occasional vein of fruit filling she'd found as she'd dug through. More than once she'd carved out a piece and thrown it aside only to find herself gulping down apple compote or raspberry jam. The more she glutted, the more her coat failed to hide.
What was an almost stick-thin figure at the start was now a distinctly curvy one, the flowing Black Coat now bulging here and there: a distinctly stuffed potbelly in front, a shelf of jiggling rear behind and flared hips...
"Mmmm...I really hope Axel and Roxas are having as much fun as I am~"
Seras, when was the last time you were able to even see your toes, let alone touch them?
"I'll have you know I saw my toes this morning! Thank you very much!"
....she won't mention it's only because she was changing in front of a mirror, and is not even going to bother mentioning TOUCHING them.... Cankles touching them count right?
"H-Hey! Says the one whose working on being a barely moving barricade! YOUR Integra is probably worried about having Hellsing go under from the amount of property damage you cause!"
"SHUT. I'm fine, it's just...a lil' bloating from some missions gone wrong, that's all. Nothin' a few laps around the estate won't fix an' all that. You look more like a me from a world where vampires gotta drink fat."
"I do not!!!! It's just a little.... Softness! A little extra plush! You on the other hand look like you're guzzling grease straight from the pan instead of blood!"
The draculina huffs embarrassedly, placing her hands on her hips, the soft fat of her body wobbling gently with the motion.
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