Marvel Cinematic Universe: Weight Gain Story 1Natasha Romanoff had just been dropped by one of her associates into the outskirts of Moscow. Since the destruction of the Helicarriers by Captain America, the Black Widow had been unable to contact her partner Clint Barton, even by using their emergency plans. Then she had received an anonymous tip which said Barton had been captured by a Hydra cell and was being held in a warehouse near Moscow.
Disguised in a winter coat, Natasha approached the industrial estate, and quickly found the telltale signs of a secret base. Hidden guards, not enough visible cameras, barbed wire on top of everything. She counted seven, possibly eight guards on ground level.
Approximately ninety seconds later, she was sneaking down the emergency staircase. As she reached the lowest door, a man dressed in a lab coat walked past the small glass window. Natasha quickly jumped out, grabbed him and dragged him back into the staircase, before knocking him out and grabbing his PDA. She surveyed the layout of the bas
Feeding the Hungry... Kinda "Alright, sweetie, it's closing time!" old Ms. Wells politely told her young assistant, Courtney, as she placed the last large pot of tomato soup on the back counter. The two had just spent the majority of their Saturday serving soup to the homeless of Springfield, Illinois, one of the few things the aging woman still had left to enjoy ever since her husband had died of heart strain a few years back.
Courtney dusted off her hands and smiled. "You got it, boss!" she replied, adjusting her loose brown apron as she made her way to the front windows of the service center. Originally, the idea of volunteering at a grubby old soup kitchen just for college credit didn't appeal to her, but she had rather liked the last few weekends with Ms. Wells, especially how naïve and friendly the senior worker acted.
Despite their love for helping the community, the two differed in nearly every category. Ms. Wells was a short, stout old woman with a cloud of grayish-white
Elizabeth WG (Bioshock Infinite)Elizabeth and Booker stood on the threshold of another rift, in the basement of a Columbia Bar. She lifted her hand up, and brushed a stray hair away from her eyes, before turning to Booker.
Elizabeth built up that power within her and opened the Rift. As the static overwhelmed them, she felt a lump in her throat which then disappeared as quickly as it had arrived. And as, the colour faded back into the room around them, Elizabeth noticed something different. That nothing had changed. The basement appeared exactly as it did before, even though she was sure that there was something different about this Columbia. That's what had drawn her downstairs to this rift in the first place
Booker's face mimicked her confusion. "Nothing's changed..." He whispered, as if he was worried that the walls were going to start moving together, or something else that was completely unexpected would force them to meet their demise. Regaining his focus, he checked the ammunition in his shot
A Scheme For A Larger Lucina(FIRE EMBLEM AWAKENING/COMMISSION)
The food of Ylisse was good, extremely good, and the daughters of Chrom and his soldiers knew that all too well. With the war between Plegia and Ylisse settled, the Fell Dragon Grima defeated, and treaties of alliance forged between the other neighboring nations as well, the country of Ylisse was able to procure itself a great deal of resources, especially edible ones. Recipes from all over the world became a steadily common part of the diets of Ylisse's people. As they grew up living off of the fame and success of their parents and being able to reside in relative comfort and peace at their leisure, the aforementioned young women started to grow and grow they did rather quickly at that. It was difficult to avoid wanting to overeat when there was such a vast amount of choices to make in terms of dishes, so many of them being far more fattening than your typical ration or slice of bread with soup. When you had all of the money in the world to get what
The Fat Nami Saga part 1Comfort Food
It was a rainy day on the Thousand Sunny.
Robin was reading a novel, Luffy was stuck pushing around things, and Zoro was doing work-outs. Franky and Usopp were working on something, and Chopper was studying his notes on the patients that he's worked on over the month. Sanji was prepping for tomorrow.
Only two Straw Hats were feeling under the weather: Nami, and Brook. (The latter opting to play blues.)
It was hard to say exactly why Nami was feeling down, nothing particularly sad had happened lately, but nevertheless the weather and Brook's music left her melancholy. She tried drawing maps to catch up. While it stowed away the boredom a little, something wasn't... right.
"Argh, what is the matter with me?" She complained, "men are lucky never to experience hormonal imbalances." She leaned back. "...Robin? What do you do to kill time?"
"Well," said Robin, setting her book down, "I mostly read, but having a good coffee with some cake is a wonderful time killer too."
Baku-fat-su (Megumin WG Story)
It was a beautiful sunny day on the fields far from the town where the aspiring adventurer, Kazuma, and his three female companions trained every day to become great heroes in their quest to defeat the Demon King.
The field was open, and far, far from any civilization. It was the perfect place for the explosive-happy Witch, Megumin, to practice her fatal and extremely powerful explosion magic. While the magic was powerful enough to wipe out an entire army, it took so much energy from her that it caused her to go into a greatly weakened state. She has made it clear, however, that she doesn’t care, and will do anything to keep up, for lack of a better term, her “Gimmick”.
To practice, she would often travel with Kazuma, who at one time used to be reluctant to coming with Megumin for these training sessions, but has eventually gotten used to and even started enjoying the explosions as they became more and more spectacular!
Target Dummy (Fire Emblem: Fates WG Story) Another battle well fought, Kana entered the barracks ready to give herself a much needed rest. She removed her armor, putting on a light, woolen shirt and pants, and retired to her bed, pulling the covers over her body.
Kana had recently been running herself ragged in the battlefield, and now with nothing better to do, she found this the perfect opportunity to finally rest and forget all about her troubles.
That is, unless a certain Dark Mage Apprentice hadn’t just so happened to need her assistance.
Ophelia was the daughter of a powerful Dark Mage, and she wanted to live up to her mother’s name. So recently, Kana had been helping her out with practicing a few spells. It not only helped Ophelia with her spellcraft, but it also helped Kana with protected herself from powerful magics.
But tonight, all Kana wanted to do was rest. She didn’t have time to help out Ophelia. But Ophelia was very persuasiv
Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. WG
The truck bounced as it drove through a particularly deep pothole. Skye bounced with it, and let out a loud ‘Huff’ as she was pulled back to earth by her seat belt. Simmons, she noticed, had bounced upwards too, although she was clutching her equipment for dear life and was hence affected to a lesser extent. She looked around, slightly disorientated and noticed that May, her mentor for the past few weeks, had barely moved an inch despite her driving the truck, retaining the look of cool indifference that almost defined her.
“Mind telling us exactly why we’re out here?” she said to the view-screen in front of her, displaying the visage of Phil Coulson, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D… or what remained of it.
Coulson smiled slightly, then abruptly switched into an official tone “We’ve detected energy levels corresponding to the signature of an alien artifact inside the temple, and since we have absolutely no idea what that does, we need to c
Surprise AlliesSurprise Allies
The past 48 hours had been extremely awful and horrific in the Realms of Valhalla, Asgard and Helheim, on the other hand they hadn’t been exactly a picnic on Berk either. They may’ve not dealt with Death Rain that was sucking the lifeblood out of their world that Valhalla was contending with, or forced to revert to their Old Ways like Asgard had been forced to do. And they certainly were most not planning the end of all creation like what was taking place in Helheim!
However, the people of Berk had been worked to the bone nonetheless themselves. Therefore they at least felt lifeless, in addition a vast majority of the island, still hadn’t reached the same enlightenment, as the small minority that had. Thus a great deal of Berk still were living in the great stupidity and ignorance of their “old ways” of thinking!
Though one thing was true. Not a living soul knew what was truly at stake at that very moment. The people of Berk were simply pre
The Council of Evil part 1The Council of Evil
While everything that had just taken place in Asgard for the Council of Good had happened between the hours of sunrise to sunset what was about to transpire for the Council of Evil was to take place between the hours of moonrise and moonset of the same day. So both events took place throughout the 24 hour period of the date of May 18th.
In Helheim the storms were at their worst and yet even at their worst somehow the sky became clear as the moon began to ascend into the inky blacker the black skies. The sun may never shine here in Helheim but the moon was always here for all of its five phases.
Though it was never a normal colored moon and tonight it seemed to be only another omen of how bad things were about to become. The moon was full but the color of it was so red it was almost black and it had a halo of pinkish red the same exact color of Una’s skirt. This couldn’t be a good omen and given that it was a crystal clear black sky above; whilst everythi