#watcher717

I’m assuming you’re asking about this icon:

I don’t think it’s been asked before.

Honestly, I just found the image and thought it worked for Minerva’s backside.

Doing a little research, it’s from an artist called Fukuhara Takaya, who I didn’t know until I went on this search. They do lots of ero/NSFW art, so be careful when you search them. It comes from one of their works called “Jeans Haiteru Ran-san” or “Jeans Wearing Ran-san”.

Specifically, I’m 99% sure it is this page:

Dexter - (Belongs to: @dexter-the-inkling-boy)

Lucas - (Belongs to: @the-world-hopper)

Miq - (Belongs to: @agoobersretreat)

William Perkins - (Belongs to: @watcher717)

Understandable, unfortunately- not at this moment.

I don’t have a proper master post with my muses information and backgrounds just yet.

I’ve been meaning to fashion one and I’ve been steadily chipping away at it in my documents, but college and life in general tend to keep me from dedicating too much time to it.

“Well now in Min Min’s case she’s 240 pounds for now, up until she’s 300+ or possibly fatter than that. That’ll be when I consider her obese. When wanting salads turn to chowing down on burgers and such.”

Mimi, you mean lol. It’s a nickname for Mi Cha

“…That was so intense…”

Melancholic Sonata No. 1

Long before taking the promised throne and becoming the sole ruler of Muspelheim... Before forever fracturing the only meaningful bonds she had ever forged...Before the temptations of infinite power and immortality...Before joining her first guild...Before all that, there was only an overlooked half-demon girl in the streets and an old violin; The only memento she was allowed to keep in order to remember her home and the parents that had persihed when it was burnt, their only sin being that their love resulted in Thessalia's existence...

She vividly remembered the harsh winters of Midgard. The snow-covered rooftops she'd never be under, the crackling blaze of hearths she'd only get to experience from afar, and the cold, wet stones in which she sat on, playing her violin with shivering limbs through howling winds. She wasn't particularly gifted with the instrument nor had she received any training or education. It was nothing but a survival instict that ran her bow over the strings, for that was all she could do in order to earn some coin which would allow her to endure the long season.

She recollected the spring in which she had her first encounter with that idiotic dwarf. He had earnestly believed in her 'talent' though in reality there was none. She would hastily arrange whatever trash she could find around to form a makeshift 'home' out of embarrassment for not having a proper place to receive him. So naive... He could have done it out of pure pity, a need to pass on whatever knowledge he possessed, or, perhaps, out of a kind of love for one's neighbor she no longer understood, but every single day the dwarf would walk across her fake abode, stopping by to bring her some leftover sustenance and to teach her a new violin lesson, turning her into a proper bard.

She reminisced about the summer afternoons spent at the local tavern amongst former, unnecessary allies. Her tunes would fill the atmosphere with joy, rousing everyone's hearts and making them sing and dance as they celebrated another succesfully completed quest. Some would throw empty compliments at her prowess during battle, some would thank her for a feeble healing spell or for a fragile buffing incantation, some would even foolishly call her 'family'. But no matter what she did or how many she saved, the whispers and judgement would never cease. After all, how could the heroes allow a dirty half-demon to join their party when there was nothing heroic about such a foul creature? In those times, Ireena would reassure her, telling her to ignore those comments, but she could never fully quiet the voices in her mind calling her a monster...

She relived the autumn in which an offering of unlimited power that could save the realm she once cared for came along her way. To think something so meaningless mattered so much to her at one point... It finally opened her eyes, revealing there was no salvation for Midgard. None of them deserved it. No...if she truly wished to bring salvation, she needed to emabrace her demonic nature and purge the land that belonged to the humans, starting with that guild full of deceivers that would eventually betray her. And that's exactly what she did. She rid the world of their presence, all except for that damned paladin who used to reassure her...Just thinking about their contorted expressions as the life faded from their eyes made her cackle. The best part was, she didn't even need her old violin to achieve her conquest!

That violin... Many times she thought about disposing herself of it, but there was a certain feeling in the back of her mind that insited upon keeping it every time. The instrument remained inside a glass dome, still a memento, but no longer one to bring her parents to mind. Instead, it had become a token that reminded Thessalia one could ultimately rise from nothingness, an indication of the past she had outlived, a symbol of the humanity she had outgrown.

The Demonic Queen of Muspelheim no longer needed anyone's pity or support. She didn't need a guild, a friend, or a family. Everything she could need or desire was a command away and one of her lowly servants would always take care of it. She had it all! And yet...there was a certain emptyness in her heart, one that compelled Thessalia to play the violin again...

“There you are! Was beginning to worry i arrived too early.” Clad in a tank top and shorts,  Luna’s tall, strong figure contrasted with her superior’s… bulky, frame. “Before we get we get started i just wanna do something real quick.”

Grabbing the brunette’s hand, Luna dragged Ms Webber across the gym like a leashed dog far too strong for its owner. Once she stopped walking, the blonde steps aside to show Minerva… a scale? “Go ahead, step on it. You don’t have to tell me, the result. I just want you to see how much that number’s gonna drop after a few months here.”

For what felt like the millionth time in a matter of a couple of years. Minerva was restartig her gym journey, now accompanied by someone who would supposedly keep her in the right path towards fitness.

Sporting a red, sporty jacket and a tight pair of gym shorts that constricted her hips and backside, making them seem wider and larger and they already were, the hefty techie barely had time to greet Luna before being pulled into the gym and presented with an intimidating scale that would expose the reality of her current size both to herself and to the eager blonde.