#alternative wolrd

[valkyrieromanoff]

God bless your dad's genetics… Dilf! Anakin x son’s girlfriend!reader

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CHAPTER ONE: CRUISE

synopsis: when your best friend Luke asks you to pose as his girlfriend during his parents' 25th wedding anniversary cruise, you reluctantly agree. After all, you're single, he's desperate, and who can say no to an all-expenses-paid getaway? But what starts as a simple favor spirals into a tangled web of awkward introductions, suspicious relatives, and one undeniable complication: your growing, utterly inappropriate crush on Luke’s father, Anakin. Surrounded by the charming and chaotic Skywalker family, you’re forced to navigate the tricky waters of pretense, loyalty, and a passion you never saw coming.

warning: age gap (Anakin is 44 years old and the reader is in her early 20s), cheating, alternate universe, that's it for now, I'll add more warnings when the next chapters come out.

words: 1.1k

a/n: I confess that I've had this idea marinating for a while, and now seeing the latest photos of Hayden at comic-con, he's so dad coded. So, I decided to take a chance and start a story, I don't know how many chapters there will be yet, but I'm excited to see where it will take us... Slightly inspired by Fuck your boyfriend('s dad) by forcemeanakin, I'm obsessed with her writing… Anyway, that's it, I hope you like it ;)

CHAPTER ONE: CRUISE

you were meant for me to find

it's out of my hands

there's nothing left to do but

cruise and just enjoy the ride

“Wait a second, let me get this straight…” you interrupted Luke, raising your hands to halt his rapid-fire explanation. He’d been talking non-stop for nearly five minutes, and you were still struggling to piece it all together. “You want me to pretend to be your girlfriend at your parents’ 25th wedding anniversary? Why on earth do you even need a fake girlfriend?” You adjusted yourself on the bed, pulling a pillow against your chest for comfort, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Luke let out a long, dramatic sigh, raking a hand through his messy blond hair. “You know how my parents are… always in my business. And now with Leia bringing her boyfriend, I just don’t want to be the only one showing up alone.” He looked at you with those pleading puppy-dog eyes, his voice softening. “Come on, just this once. Please? Didn’t you say you wanted to go on a cruise someday? Here’s your chance.”

You arched an amused eyebrow. “So, what—you’re trying to bribe me now?”

Luke shifted uncomfortably, fiddling with a loose thread on his jacket. “Well, when you put it like that…” he muttered sheepishly. “Look, I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important. I—I trust you, okay? You’re the only person I can count on for this.”

His desperation was hard to ignore. You exhaled slowly, shaking your head. “Fine, I’ll do it,” you said, a reluctant smile tugging at your lips. “But only because of the all-inclusive package. Don’t think this means I approve of your ridiculous plan.”

A grin split across Luke’s face as he lunged forward to hug you. “Thank you! Seriously, you’re saving my life here.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you muttered, pushing him back playfully. “But if this backfires, you owe me big time.”

Luke hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. “Right, um… about that. I might have already put your name on the guest list.” 

Your eyes narrowed as you shoved his shoulder. “You what? Idiot.”

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Now, a few days later, you found yourself standing on the pier, the midday sun beating down mercilessly. You checked your phone for the third time, scrolling through messages with a faint scowl. Still no word from Luke. If he left you waiting much longer, you were seriously going to kill him.

“Hey!” His voice cut through the buzz of the crowded dock. You turned to see him jogging toward you, a backpack slung casually over one shoulder. He looked a little too cheerful for someone who had left you baking in the sun.

“You’re late,” you called, crossing your arms as he approached. 

“Fashionably,” he quipped with a smirk, completely unbothered by your glare.

“thought you’d forgotten about me,” you teased, elbowing Luke lightly in the chest as he finally reached you.

Luke shrugged, offering a sheepish grin. “Blame my parents. They were running late because my dad accidentally packed the wrong suitcase for my mom. Total chaos—everyone was scrambling to fix it.”

You chuckled, imagining the scene. Though you hadn’t met Luke’s family yet, you’d heard plenty about them over the years. His parents were something of a legend in his stories: the perfect, if sometimes chaotic, couple who’d married young and raised twins.  

Padmé Amidala, Luke’s mother, was a force of nature. A federal deputy and professor of International Relations, she somehow juggled her demanding career with being a devoted wife and mother. Strong, brilliant, and endlessly busy, yet always managing to prioritize her family.

Anakin Skywalker, Luke’s father, was no less impressive. A retired army general, he’d left his military career after the twins were born to focus on raising them. Luke often spoke of how his dad spent hours tinkering in their garage, restoring vintage cars and building gadgets—a far cry from his days in uniform.

“Come on, let’s get moving,” Luke said, snapping you out of your thoughts. He grabbed the handle of his own suitcase and motioned toward the massive cruise ship docked ahead. 

You followed, letting him lead the way. The pier was packed with elegantly dressed guests, most of whom were likely Padmé’s colleagues—senators, representatives, and a mix of politicians from all corners. The line to board snaked back farther than you could see. 

“Do we really have to wait through all this?” you asked, eyeing the crowd and clutching the handle of your wheeled suitcase. 

Luke shot you a sly grin. “We don’t wait in lines.”

Before you could ask what he meant, he veered off toward the front of the queue, guiding you toward a set of stairs reserved for VIPs. You followed, struggling a little as your suitcase bumped against the steps. 

"Luke, get your girlfriend's suitcase," a strong, masculine voice called out from behind you, deep and commanding yet tinged with warmth. "Otherwise, she'll think I didn’t teach you how to be a gentleman."

Startled, you turned toward the source of the voice just as Luke, already at the top of the stairs, groaned in exasperation. He glanced back with a tired expression but made no move to help. 

“It’s okay, really, it’s not heavy,” you mumbled shyly, gripping the handle of your suitcase a little tighter. But as your eyes met the man addressing Luke, the words caught in your throat. 

Your lips parted slightly in disbelief. Gods… what a man. 

Standing before you was, without a doubt, the most stunning man you’d ever seen. Anakin Skywalker. His angular face was framed by sandy blond hair, slightly tousled with subtle waves that gave him a rugged charm. His piercing blue eyes—so vivid and expressive they seemed to pull you into a storm—were framed by faint lines that hinted at years of experience and a life well-lived. His presence was magnetic, his confident stance and the faint smirk on his lips radiating an almost effortless allure.  

“Come on, I insist,” Anakin said, his voice softening as he stepped closer. He reached out and gently took the suitcase from your hand before you could protest. His touch lingered just briefly, and the warmth of his hand sent a flicker of heat up your arm. “Not heavy, huh?” he teased with a wink, his tone laced with amusement.  

You managed a weak nod, your heart racing as you watched him carry your suitcase up the stairs with ease. Every movement was graceful, effortless, as though he hadn’t spent years off the battlefield but still carried himself like he could command a room—or a galaxy. 

Luke rolled his eyes at his father’s display, muttering under his breath. “Show off.”

Ignoring him, Anakin reached the top of the stairs and set your suitcase down carefully before glancing back at you with an easy smile. “Welcome aboard,” he said, his voice warm and inviting.  

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to keep your expression neutral, but your mind was racing. What the hell have you just gotten yourself into?

[autistic-pebbles-au]

Do you like drumlins? The reason for their formation is super cool!

[✨Teeny Pebbles and his teachings✨]

Wait ...

Is he out of his can?!?

[iamlisteningto]

Yves Tumor’s Praise A Lord Who Chews But Which Does Not Consume; (Or Simply, Hot Between Worlds)

[cosmosrebellion]

I was thinking of all the theme in My Adventures With Superman and came to a conclusion: I want to see Ultraman in this show!

For those who don't follow comics, Ultraman is an alternate version of Clark from DC's Mirror Universe: Earth 3. He is a sadistic bully who's really a complete coward with a massive inferiority complex.

And I know this doesn't sound like the most original idea, and people have been burn out on multiverse stories, but the second they established that Clark can only use his powers to their full potential when he helps people - which I think the idea is that his powers react to Clark being his most genuine self - introducing a threat that inverts that and also literally is a version Clark who lived his exact same life, only in a wolrd with cosmically inversed morals, could be really interesting.

Also, 'cause we could have a version of this scene to make everyone on tumblr go full-on "Protect Attack Mode" for Clark and on Clark:

[cleekleequlee]

On a sunny summer day I decided to dive into the puzzles of Barad's spacetimemattering. Here are the two articles:

Barad, K. (2013). Ma(r)king Time: Material Entanglements and Re-memberings: Cutting Together-Apart. How Matter Matters: Objects, Artifacts, and Materiality in Organization Studies. P. R. Carlile, D. Nicolini, A. Langley and H. Tsoukas, Oxford University Press: 16–31.

Barad, K. (2018). Troubling Time/s and Ecologies of Nothingness: Re-turning, Re-membering, and Facing the Incalculable, Fordham University Press: 206.

It is not too difficult to understand matter - materialization as sediment of time as the "growth" of sedimental rocks:

"Memory - the pattern of sedimented enfoldings of iterative intra-activity-is written into the fabric of the world. The wolrd "holds" the memory of all traces; or rather, the world is its memory (its enfolded materialization)." (Barad, 2013, p.29)

"Matter doesn't move in time. Matter doesn't evolve in time. Matter does time. Matter materializes and enfolds different temporalities." (Barad, 2013, p. 17)

However the "iterative" needs a bit explanation. How can memory and matter be iteratively entangled?

The quantum-eraser experiment is crucial to Barad's theorization of temporality. In a time-stamp manner the experiment can be understood (by a non-physicist) as such:

t0: the photon sets off t1: the photon passes the slit(s) with the which-slit detector, the slit of passing gets recorded t2: the eraser erases the information detected by which-slit detector tn: a different pattern captured by the graph, which indicates a different ontological existence (wave/particle) on the photo when set off. In her explanation of the different pattern in t2, the erasure (t2) travels back to the "past" (t0) and changed the ontological being of the photon and consequently its behavior when passing slit (t2).

There is a sentiment that the past is never finished and done, taking a fixed form, but both continues into the future in its materialisation (consequence) and (more importantly) waiting for future reconfiguring that alters the present. This alternation, according to Barad, is not epistemological (our understanding of the present) but ontological (what present is):

"Heisenberg understands measurements as disturbances that place a limit on knowability - that is, measurements entail epistemic uncertainties. Whereas, for Bohr, measurement is about the conditions for possibility of semantic and ontic determination - that is, ontological indeterminacy." (Barad, 2013, p. 26, highlight added)

Barad uses Derrida's term "hauntology" for the materialization.

There is also hope, future possibilities opened by the reconfiguring of the entangled past:

"Hayashi's narrator bodily traces these entanglements of colonialist histories, violent erasures, and avoid-ances as an integral part of a sacred practice of re-membering - which is not a going back to what was, but rather a material reconfiguring of spacetimemattering in ways that attempt to do justice to account for the devastation wrought and to produce openings, new possible histories, reconfigurings of spacetimemattering through which time-beings might find a way to endure." (Barad, 2013, p. 230)

The 2018 article becomes obscure when it goes into the discussion of void, vacuum (fluctuations), tension of the void and virtual articles. At times it seems to have been inspired by Bergson/Deleuze's virtual and actual:

"The vacuum is far from empty; rather, it is flush with yearning, with innumerable possibilities/imagining of what was, could be, might yet have been, all coexisting. Don't for a minute think that there are no material effects of yearning and imagining. Virtual particles are experimenting with the im/possibilities of non/being, but that doesn't mean they aren't real; on the contrary." (Barad, 2018, p. 232)

She even offered a very swift speculative design of a scentific article, making virtual particles the actual essence of an atom.

The Bergsonian influence becomes more prominent in the discussion of electron as multiplicity - aggregation of all histories of intra-action with the others:

"Hence, according to QFT, even the smallest bits of matter are an enormous multitude! Each "individual" is made up of all possible histories of virtual intra-actions with all others; or rather, according to QFT, there is no such thing as a discrete individual with its own roster of properties. In fact, the "other" - the constitutively excluded - is always already within: the very notion of the "self is a troubling of the interior / exterior distinction.... all "selves" are not themselves but rather the iterative intra-activity of all matter of time-beings."

Again, (the entangling of) time wins over the "vulgar" space.

After some winding narratives tracing the travel hopping, Barad comes back to the question of self, and what this re-membering - visiting and reconfiguring the past - means:

"The pilgrimage of Hayashi's unnamed protagonist is a work of mourning, a concerted ongoing labor, never finished or complete; where mourning is not about making memories, but rather about ontologically reconfiguring a past that never was on behalf of possibilities for a better future, not as performed by a willful liberal humanist subject, but in the tracings of entanglements of multiple time-beings through which the unnamed protagonist is herself constituted."

Self is not pre-fixed, but constitutued by assembling a different narrative, tracing of entanglements of the past. Self is not history, but our act of returning and open to countless future returnings.

[kornstreifs-storys]

Gaia

Name: Gaia Species: Origin Mew, Element: Fairy Status: Wild Gender: Genderless (She/They) Age: 5 Billion Years Ability: Galaxy Forme Level: 100 Attacks: ???, ???, ???, ??? Legendary Moves: Circle of Life, Sharing is Caring, ???, ??? Nature: Gentle Domain: God of Creation and Birth, Incarnation of Beginnings, Nexus of Mortals

Being from the Previous Universe.

Mother of all beings in her Universe.

Created Arceuses egg at the beginning of time.

The most Powerfull Being of her World

Gaia was a Planetary Guardian of an old Universe. The Universe was dying because Arceus, Dialga an Palkia had dissapeard and Giratina could not keep the World running alone. Not wanting her wolrd to just dissapear, Gaia went to the centre of the Universe and absorbed the Nexuscore, the "Soul" so to speak of the Universe. She then Used it's power to absorb the entire Universe an all it's Souls, to trigger a new big bang and birth a new universe as a home for all the old Souls.

After she had birthed the new Universe she used half of her Remaining Power to create an egg, the egg of Azazel, and went into hybernation to regain her power.

Stats: (Galaxy Forme) HP: 255 Attack: 255 Defense: 255 Sp.Atk.: 255 Sp.Def.: 255 Speed: 255 Total: 1530

Alternative Forms:

[epitome-the-burnkid-viii]

#alternative #media #broadcasting #lightworker #starseed #currentaffairs #youtube #esoteric #knowledge #space #cosmos #ascension #enlightenment #5dearth #crystalline #energy #spirituality #humanity #solarflare #solarflash #solarstorm #Rapture #lightwarrior #lightguardian #music #arts #philosophy #history #anthropology #Apocalypse #endtimes #NewAge #ageofaquarius #youtuberecommendedchronicles🔮

[yuyuonabeat]

Fr maybe we live in an alternate universe cuz he’s right beside me. SHAWTY WE HAVE THE SAME MAN IN DIFFERENT WOLRDS!

MDNI Light smut

This because I can’t stop thinking about Husband Yunho.

😩Gosh I get so turned on when I see him wearing rings.

I can’t stop thinking about having Yunhos hands all over my body.

Like imagine him coming up to you and pinning you against the kitchen counter while you make dinner. His hands roaming your much smaller figure and gently caressing you all over while delivering kisses to your neck and bare shoulders.

Whispering the sweetest things into your ears.

“How’s dinner going my beautiful wife?” He says while softly pulling your waist closer to him.

“I’m.. I’m almost done, you can make the table if you like.” Anything to get him off of you, trying to concentrate so you don’t burn your dinner.

He pats your head gently.

Oh but Yunho has something else in mind.

He turns you around so you’re facing him. Kneels down in front of you and starts to bring your panties down.

You always wore comfortable outfits at home like one of his button up shirts and underwear or something baggy but today you were feeling warm and wore a tank top with your lace panties.

You gasp at his sudden action.

“Yu-Yunho dinners almost ready let’s not-“

“I wanna eat you instead.” He cuts you off and attaches his mouth to your wet core.

Making you moan as you try to balance yourself.

Grabbing onto his hair for your dear life.

The things you had signed up for when you decided to marry Yunho and now that you’re his Ms. Jeong, he’s gonna treasure you until the very end.

Yunho get out of my head please I must be loyal to Yeosang.🤧

[f--o--r--e--v--e--r]

[valkyrieromanoff]

God bless your dad's genetics… Dilf! Anakin x son’s girlfriend!reader

FIRST NEXT

CHAPTER TWO: DINER

synopsis: dinner with the Skywalker family becomes tense when Anakin's lingering glances and flirtatious comments about you blur the lines, leading to a drunken performance that upsets Padmé. What should have been simple becomes dangerously complicated.

warning: age gap (Anakin is 44 years old and the reader is in her early 20s), cheating, alternate universe, mild flirting in front of his wife

words: 1.6k

a/n: hello there, I am really happy with your receptiveness to this idea, I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. I'll take this opportunity to let you know that there will be some hotter things happening, but we'll go through a little slow burn along the way (but not so slow, lol)… thanks again, and happy reading ;)

CHAPTER TWO: DINER

The dinner had been strange. You were already on edge, meeting the entire Skywalker family for the first time while keeping up the fragile lie of being Luke’s girlfriend. Lying wasn’t your strong suit, you had agreed that Luke would answer any relationship questions to not cause any suspicion. You kept the stories simple, only a date of the start of dating or a place, which you two already have gone, fearing you’d trip over more elaborate details.

Luke being late only made things worse. You tried to keep your nerves in check, smoothing invisible wrinkles in your light blue summer dress—a simple design that, to your surprise, drew a lingering glance from Anakin. You met his eyes and quickly looked away, unsure why his gaze left your skin tingling.

The awkward silence stretched until Padmé’s gentle voice broke it. “You must be Luke’s girlfriend. I’m glad to finally meet you,” she said with a polite smile, though her eyes seemed distant, the warmth not quite reaching them.

Anakin added, voice laced with playful sarcasm, “Though Luke didn’t mention you existed until two days ago.” Padmé elbowed her husband. “Hey,” he murmured, smirking as he leaned back in his chair.

Padmé's soft chuckle felt more like a well-rehearsed mask than genuine amusement. “Ignore him, dear. Let’s sit at the table while we wait for the kids.” Her suggestion carried a hint of formality—like an actress on a stage, maintaining appearances.

You followed them, feeling like an outsider intruding on an unspoken drama. The dining table, set for six, had two chairs on either side, with Anakin taking one end and Padmé the other. A trivial detail, but one that made your brows knit. Twenty-five years of marriage, yet they chose to sit so far apart?

Anakin’s eyes locked onto you, his intense blue gaze both assessing and amused. A faint, almost secretive smile played at the corner of his lips. “So, tell us…” he began, his voice deep and inviting, yet sharp as a blade. “You made the first move, huh? ‘Cause, let’s face it, Luke doesn’t have an ounce of attitude.”

Padmé’s lips tightened almost imperceptibly, her eyes darting toward her husband, but she said nothing.

“What, dear?” Anakin continued, tone casual but with a teasing edge. “We both know our son didn’t even have the guts to say his order was wrong. It was always Leia who did it for him.” His eyes flicked back to you, glimmering with something between curiosity and mischief. “Let alone asking a pretty girl out…”

Heat flushed your cheeks. It was a throwaway comment, surely not meant seriously, yet the word “pretty” lingered, stirring a whirlwind in your chest.

Padmé’s spoon clinked softly against her plate, her gaze fixed downward. He shrugged, an air of indifference cloaking him. Yet, when he looked back at you, there was an intensity—a fleeting moment where his mask slipped. You couldn’t tell if it was defiance, regret, or something else entirely.

The charged tension between you and Anakin dissolved like mist with the arrival of Leia and her boyfriend. Padmé's face softened, a genuine smile breaking through her composed exterior as she hugged her daughter. For a moment, the warmth felt real, unforced.

Anakin’s voice, however, sliced through the atmosphere, sharp and bitter. “Ah, still you, Han. I was hoping Leia’s taste might have improved now that her brain is fully developed.” His tone dripped with sarcasm, and he made no effort to hide the disdain etched in every word.

Leia shot her father a glare, but Han’s smug grin didn’t falter. He extended a hand, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Always a pleasure, father-in-law.” The greeting oozed sarcasm, a barely veiled challenge.

Anakin’s eyes narrowed, lips pressed into a thin line as he gripped Han’s hand, his knuckles white. The firm shake—a trick he’d perfected in the army—conveyed all the contempt he couldn’t say out loud. Han’s smirk faltered for a split second, his fingers flexing as he pulled his hand back. He masked the pain well, but you caught the flicker of discomfort in his eyes.

“Where’s the boy?” Han muttered, shaking out his hand subtly, scanning the room for Luke.

“Here. Sorry I’m late.” Luke’s voice broke the tension as he slid into the seat beside you. Relief flooded through your shoulders. You hadn’t realized how tightly wound you’d been until his familiar presence settled next to you.

“I almost thought I’d have to keep your girlfriend entertained while you were gone.” Anakin’s voice, soft yet edged, drew your gaze. His smile seemed innocent, but the intensity in his eyes betrayed something else—a quiet, knowing challenge.

Your heart stuttered. There was something about the way he looked at you, those piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through your façade. Like he knew exactly how he unsettled you, and took a quiet pleasure in pushing just enough to watch your reaction. You glanced away, trying to steady your breathing.

Padmé’s polite voice broke the silence, a thin thread of calm against the undercurrent of tension. “Now that we’re all here, shall we have dinner served?”

You forced a smile, nodding, but your mind was elsewhere. You had expected dinner to be calm. A sweet mistake, you realized too late.

As the courses were served, the conversation flowed naturally, wine glasses refilling with a quiet, unnoticed regularity. Leia shared news about college and her efforts to establish a student league. Luke chimed in about his progress in his engineering internship, and Padmé’s pride shone through her warm, attentive smiles. She spoke about her projects in the Senate, her tone composed and confident—a stark contrast to the simmering tension in her eyes whenever Anakin refilled his glass.

Han joined in, detailing his venture with Lando Calrissian. You listened, suspicion tingling at the back of your mind. Something about his elaborate plan didn’t sit right; it sounded too slick, too legally ambiguous. You said nothing, sipping your wine, letting the conversation wash over you. Anakin noticed your quietness, his piercing gaze lingering on you more often than it should.

“Oh, please, let your girlfriend talk a little, Luke… indulge us with your voice, dear,” Anakin drawled, his voice already hoarse and slurred from the alcohol. His eyes, sharp even through the haze of whiskey, locked onto yours. “What’s your major again?”

You swallowed hard under his intense stare, the heat rising to your cheeks. A sip of wine helped steady your nerves. You answered softly at first, but as the alcohol worked its magic, your voice gained confidence, words flowing more freely.

“Tell me more, dear,” Anakin urged, leaning forward, chin resting on his hand, eyes fixed on you as though you were the only person in the room. It was intoxicating—the way his attention pinned you under its weight. You knew it was the drink talking, but it still sent shivers down your spine.

He kept you in his focus, each question drawing you in deeper. But when his questions drifted to teasing—like what you wore to work—Padmé intervened, a strained smile barely concealing her frustration. She ordered dessert, trying to regain control of the evening.

The fragile calm didn’t last. Anakin, more energized with each drink, pushed back from the table and grabbed a microphone from the small stage in the dining room.

Leia and Luke exchanged worried glances. Padmé’s eyes widened in alarm. “What is he doing?” you whispered to Luke, but he just shook his head, jaw clenched.

Anakin’s voice, thick with whiskey, echoed through the room. “Feel my heat taking you higher, burn with me, heaven’s on fire!” He sang with an intensity that made the room shrink around you. His voice, rough yet commanding, filled every corner of the space. Padmé rubbed her temples, clearly embarrassed, but Anakin didn’t care.

“Come on, Padmé, don’t be boring. You loved this one…” His eyes flashed with a wild, rebellious light. “Paint the sky with desire, angel, fly—heaven’s on fire.”

You watched, heart pounding, as he prowled the stage, the lyrics rolling off his tongue like a promise. It was wrong—so wrong. The family’s discomfort was palpable. Yet, before you knew it, your head was nodding gently to the rhythm, drawn in by the raw magnetism he exuded.

Anakin noticed. His gaze locked onto you, a slow, dangerous smile playing at his lips. “I got a fever raging in my heart, you make me shiver and shake.”

The world narrowed to the space between you. The intensity of his stare sent heat flooding through your veins, your breath catching in your throat. How could a man be so intoxicating?

“Baby, don’t stop, take it to the top, eat it like a piece of cake.”

Your cheeks burned. It felt like a private serenade, a message only for you, even with everyone watching. You knew it was reckless, dangerous even, but in that moment, you were caught in the undertow, unable to look away.

Padmé’s voice cut through the haze. “That’s enough, Anakin,” she snapped, the sharpness of her tone slicing through the air. Leia and Luke exchanged uneasy glances, tension radiating between them.

Anakin ignored her, eyes still locked on you. “I’m getting closer, baby, hear me breathe. You know the way to give me what I need.” The words felt like a confession, a challenge, an invitation.

Padmé stood abruptly. “I’m going to bed,” she announced, her voice brittle. She walked out without another word. Leia and Han followed, the air thick with unspoken conflict.

Luke touched your arm, guiding you toward the exit. You stumbled slightly, your pulse still racing, Anakin’s voice lingering like a phantom touch. As you left the room, you could still hear him humming, his presence a storm you knew you couldn’t outrun.

[wwhatfinn]

[saphirdevil]

To be honest i was glad cathy was not a complete big bad villain because i dont know if i wanted the possibility of heathcliff only moving on is by hating catherine.

But yeah otherwise the way both of them (heathcliff and catherine mirror wolrd selves) thought of the same solution is so good, it really shows deep down they are pne and the same and that quote reference to the original source is chefs kiss.

Also the way our world catherine said she dossnt love all heathcliff but our heathcliff really kills me /pos ( even though i love the extreme the alternate cathycliff would go for)

And when their mirror ids the erkling heathcliff and the ghost cathy were so yelling for an embrace AUGHHHHHH

AND THAT MIRROR WOLRD WHERE ITS IMPLIED THEY HAVE KIDS IM ILL

IM SO HAPPY W THE CONCLUSION and thank god he remembers cathy....

canto vi... my wife MY WIFE VERGIL I NEVER FORGET YOU... DIVORCE IS SO CANCELLED FRL

[digi-lov]

Let's take a moment to talk about Cherrymon!

Cherrymon BT2-048 by koki from BT-02 Booster Ultimate Power Cherrymon BT10-052 by Itohiro from BT-10 Booster Xros Record

Although it sounds similar, its Japanese name, Jureimon, isn't related to cherries, but likely to the words 樹齢 jurei, meaning the "age of a tree" and/or 寿齢 jurei meaning "long life".

Did you know, when Cherrymon first debuted in Digimon Wolrd, it had a fairly different design:

Digimon World was first released in Japan January of 1999. Later that year, in June 1999, Pendulum 4.0 Wind Guardians released. Even though it's hard to tell by the sprites, Cherrymon's design seems to have already been changed a bit. It looks to me a little bit like Cherrymon's DW design was split into a new Cherrymon design with thicker leafage, and its newly introduced prevolution Woodmon with less leafage.

Above the original Pendulum sprites and below them the redone sprites used in Digimon World Re:Digitize Decode. The original sprite has something that could be the cherries among the leaves, but it lacks the mustache and staff of our modern Cherrymon.

The modern Woodmon resembles the more pointy and sharp look of the early Cherrymon.

Woodmon BT1-072 Alternative Art by koki from the Tamer Battle Pack 11 [J] / Official Tournament Pack Vol. 6 [E] Woodmon BT1-072 by KISUKE from BT-01 Booster New Evolution

[deaderthandoubledead]

If you loved the silly pirate hijinks in Our Flag Means Death may I recommend a charming little claymation movie from 2012 called The Pirates! In an Adventure with Scientists! (alternatively The Pirates! Band of Misfits)?

It might not have a canon queer couple (although you could argue some characters are queercoded) but consider:

- a diverse crew that treat each other like family ✅

- hijinks including (but not limited to) - trying to win the Pirate of the Year award, monkey butler, dressing up as girl scouts, a secret club where wolrd leaders eat animals on the brink of extinction, sword fighting with queen Victoria ✅

- "our found family is more important than any treasure or award" ✅

- unexpected cameo from the Flight of the Conchords song "I'm not crying" ✅

[roselevesque]

Bkdk Dimension Travel AU

In a wolrd where All Might died taking down All For One in their confrontation:

No All Might = No One For All = Izuku stays Quirkless

And Izuku...doesn't get into UA. Only Katsuki does.

Following these events, they begin to lose touch. At first, Katsuki would still gloat over him whenever they knocked into each other outside of school ( they do live in the same neighbourhood after all ), but as the years pass and their workload increases, their encounters do the opposite.

Here comes graduation. Katsuki emerges as the nation's most promising rising star since All Might while Izuku accepts an educational offer for oversees.

It's not as though he's too tied down to Japan nowadays. Also, the offer is a good jumping point for him and Inko to go be closer to Papa Midoriya.

A few more years pass and they live satisfactory lives from the outside perspective ( the USA's most prolific Quirk Analyst and Japan's Symbol of Victory, what achievements! ), but neither feels...complete.

They are stuck. Unable to reach their full potential for reasons they can't explain.

The world is peaceful and beautiful though!...Right?

All For One would be inclined to disagree.

With his reappearance, it quickly becomes apparent that the current Pros are overwhelmed and on a loosing streak against him. Not to mention that All Might is long gone. What are they supposed to do?

The Pros' solution comes in the form of a young survivor of All For One's rampage on the country, a young survivor with a unique Quirk.

Dimension Hopping

"The universe is made up of alternate versions of itself!" the kid explains "My ability is to bring people from the neighbour dimensions into our own based on their quirk signature!"

"I only have to see it in whatever format and know a bit about it for things to work out."

And so it is decided. They search for All Might in the multiverse, praying he's not dead in the other dimension too.

The Heroes do end up being delivered the person with the power to defeat All For One just...not All Might

Midoriya Izuku is less than pleased to be taken from his and Kacchan's appartment back into a battle he barely escaped from back home. His heart aches with longing for his world and with pain for the Katsuki and Izuku of this dimension. He can't help shuddering at this 'What if...?' before his eyes.

Bakugou Katsuki, more conscious of his behaviour than in middle school, but not at all done changing due to a lack of closure with Izuku, is terrified of this other Deku, especially the nature of his relationship with the other Katsuki.

When all of this goes down, somewhere in the USA, Deku receives an urgent call from the Hero Commission urging him back to Japan.

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Chapter Two is live! It’s like a fake dating AU where they eventually fall in love, but instead of pretending to date, they are pretending that Jim is an Orion slave

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29423475

Happy Valentine’s Day, who wants to read a fic where Spock is a prince and Jim is his Orion slave, only Jim ISN’T Orion and Spock doesn’t want a slave, but they have to pretend bc reasons