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Heart of a Cook: Chapter 12True to her promise to the Spy Head, Cook spoke with him the next day. She wanted to tell him all about the evening out with the rest of the team. It was a day off for everyone, even though Medic used the time to work more on his project. He looked haggard and worn, just as Cook suspected he would; when coming to visit the disembodied head, she was smart enough to bring a large pot of coffee and mug for the tired German.Heart of a Cook: Chapter 12 by pieladyUSA
"I thought I said to knock before entering." grumbled the Medic, who was looking over notes while comparing hearts on a counter in front of him. Doing her best to ignore the blood and flesh smell, Cook walked in with a purpose.
"I knocked with my foot, but you told me to go away." she said, gesturing to her hands being occupied with precious hot coffee. She then set it down and began to pour a cup. "I decided to ignore you."
"Whatever. Just leave the coffee here and get out."
"Sorry, but I gotta date with that BLU Spy head thin
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Um, what?-Elrond X ReaderBeautyAndStrength
You wandered through the halls of Rivendell, admiring the scenery. The beauty of the Last Homely House was truly very captivating and you always found yourself wanting to just walk around and look at it. Many of the residents there noticed you constantly wandering around the hallways and pavilions of the elven house, always with a look of awe on your face. They wondered what it was about Rivendell that had you mesmerized. Most of them had grown up here and the sights were something that were not new to them.
But to you, they were new. And stunningly foreign.
Being human, you were not used to all this. Living with such extravagance as the elves were accustomed to was a privilege that you were denied while growing up. The home you lived in was simpler and more ragged than this. Humans usually didn't live in such rich conditions unless they were of royal blood, which you most certainly were not. Plus, this place was built by elves and was where elves resided, so of course it was ove
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Joan of Arc
Joan of Arc (1412—1431) is the ultimate iconic rebellious teenager. In nineteen years she lived a fuller and more exciting life, effecting the future histories of the two most powerful nations on Earth, than most can even dream of, and then died a martyr’s death for her cause and beliefs, for which she was declared a saint 500 years later. Her story has been told in many novels, movies and comic books. She was the girl who God gave a mission to drive the occupying English out of northern France. So fervid was her demand for action that she was made an advisor to the French high command and led them to victory after victory in the cause of F
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I am doing my best to work on my cartooning style, and I am in the process of making a comic. Well, sorta anyway. Once I finish the first "volume" of the story, I'll post it somewhere and see if I can get enough fans for it to continue.
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