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👌 we gotta plot stuff tbh 👌
PLEASE
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💖 - I admire you💌 - We should talk more💝 - Love seeing you on my dash
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[Tell Me I’m Pretty]
THAT MEANS A LOTYour writing is so good and your character-taste is so good -The very best thing to hear, VERY MUCH THANK
Just A Dream
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Moans and rasps surrounded Lilith’s ears, golden eyes looked left to right, watching as she frantically tried to kill the undead coming too her. Bullets were running out her powers where drain and she was exhausted from running, This was the end of her life, she would never get to see her friends or New Haven again. “Urgh! Come on!” Her tone was sharp, snapping like a twig in the harsh wind of a storm, blasting off the last rounds of her Submachine gun to the closest foes. She wasn’t going to make it… Heart pounding, and blood rushing hands moving diligently to grip the dagger at her belt, stabbing each on in the head. Suddenly one bites her in the arm and she cries out in a yelp. Before she knew it they were over her, clawing, nipping and hugely eating at her skin.
Then it all goes dark, and Lilith yanks up from her bed in Sanctuary. She could feel it, the small beads of sweat that dotted her forehead and the shakiness of her hands. Moving said hands to her head and laying it down in her palms. A long exhale flowed through her like the wind. “It was just a dream…” Her breathing pattern had been quick, heart rate quick from the illusion she had just witnessed, now she only willed herself to go back to sleep. Lifting her head she could see a figure in one of the rolling chairs she’s had in the room for quiet a while. She hears the squeaking of the wheels as whoever it was gets close enough that the Firehawk could feel the hot breath of a man’s through the mask. Eyes widening and tattoos flaring up to see the face of Dr. Ned. And soon enough a small screams leaves her lips.
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“Zed-? You uh... trying out some new accessories?” She grimaced, gesturing to the fake mustache glued comically to the outside of his medical mask.
"......Hey Lil..... Didn't we kill this guy like, years ago?....”