werewolf au is giving me life, just so you know :D its feral and bloody and perfect. I would love to see the aftermath of palpatine realizing that not only is dooku dead with his throat ripped out but also anakin is under (literally :D) a very very protective master who is definitely not going to let him out of his sight long enough to be manipulated into falling anytime soon :D
Palpatine: will your master stand trial for his…rather brutal execution of count Dooku? I know it must be hard to hear, but he rather….ruthlessly….ripped out another man’s throat…with his bare teeth. I have heard from several members of the Senate that they are unhappy with the Jedi playing judge and jury and executioner….especially in such a feral manner.
Anakin, holocalling into tea with Palpatine because he’s trapped under big wolf obi-wan: I was worried about that a little, sir, but yoda did that press conference where he told everyone that if they wanted to arrest my master they could come get him themselves and then they played the video of the incident again and no one’s showed up to arrest him since. We think everyone’s too afraid!
Palpatine: be that as it may, anakin….the implications of your situation are quite worrisome to me, your friend….we should perhaps meet to discuss—
Anakin: i mean he ripped out a Sith’s throat for me 🥰🥰🥰 who knows what he could do! 🥰🥰🥰 for me 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
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Not to make light of how much your situation must fucking suck, because I have lung problems and be almost literally dying in your place, but that's actually a good prompt idea! So, something either to do with exhaust/exhausted/exhausting or smoke-inhalation/pollution/trouble breathing, can be any one of those words
(it's fine mostly i just have a sore throat now. this also may or may not be related to my ongoing several day headache streak come to think of it. BUT ANYWAY they're done now so it's fine)
(aaah fuck this prompt... fighting so hard not to do a rain world or dishonored thing... there are Too Many good options i'm indecisive. uh hm. ive been toying with the idea of doing a regular non crossover postapoc style au so maybe...? also maybe throw in a rei bc feel like i've been neglecting my failboy in aus, lol.)
You don't go out without a filter. This is one of the most basic facts the people of the aftermath learn. You learn it quickly, or you die. Ingo knows this.
Unfortuantely, he also knows he didn't have much of a choice. His own mask is long gone, a trophy decorating some creature's den most likely, and Rei's already injured and weak, and their last shelter had been compromised. And they were close. So close to their destination—the home Rei was fighting his way back to, a place that promised safety.
He keeps repeating all this to himself, with every forced step, every it can't be far now—but he wonders, too, if he's made a mistake. If there wasn't some other option he overlooked. If he's doomed both of them.
The air reeks of chemical fumes and smoke. The cloth he's pressing over his face is more of a joke than anything useful; his nose and throat feel like something's been raking its claws down them; his eyes are stinging and blurry and now it's getting hard to see anything at all. His thoughtless animal hindbrain begs him to take deeper breaths, to salvage whatever oxygen they can get as fuel, but he fights that because he knows it'll only make everything worse. Occasionally he's overwhelmed by hacking coughs that burn, that force more poisoned air to cycle through. Rei is dead weight against his shoulder, completely reliant on him to keep moving, which is the only reason he is moving.
And then Rei swats his shoulder, weakly trying to get his attention, and points insistently in the direction of something. It might be a door, although he's not sure he would have noticed it, if not for the label tacked up over it in letters that are too blurred to read.
He drags them both towards it, fights it open—gives up on shallow breaths in this home stretch, just focused on getting through—and somehow manages to pull both himself and Rei up the ledge and inside. He's vaguely aware that the shouts and clicking sounds are alarm and suspicion and something that should make him jump and raise his hands in surrender—but, no longer faced with a critical task to complete, his body decides now is an excellent time to shut down. So it does.
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lana i need to talk about your fancam bc wtf...
1. özil-ødegaard, bergkamp-emile, titi-gabby parallels with the way they're always compared to their predecessors
2. granit redemption arc
3. our past loves during "thanks for the high life"
4. eddie "passed the test" of carrying that no. 14
5. the way they love <3
6. "the sound of our love song" being our chants
incroyable work and easter eggs you've made me spiral into so much love 😩😩💗💗
im guilty of harbouring this in my inbox so i could read it over and over before sending it off, wth amanda i love u i tear up reading this every time wallahi 💞🫶🏽🥰 it actually means sm when ppl notice every little detail that i was worried no one would catch so ty ty!!
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