"I don't know who I am sometimes"

🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🇬🇧🇺🇸 Pip, They/them, INFP, aquarius | overthinker + lover of life (and wlw ships) | hyperfixation: velcinta :D

[cintasvel]

VS

FINAL ROUND

Between the two options above, which is the best Star Wars kiss?

Vel Sartha / Cinta Kaz

Kanan Jarrus / Hera Syndulla

Voting ended onDec 27, 2025

Check out the original bracket here.

Match-up for third place:

Han Solo / Leia Organa vs Cal Kestis / Merrin

[cintasvel]

VS

SEMI-FINALS

Between the two options above, which is the best Star Wars kiss?

Han Solo / Leia Organa

Vel Sartha / Cinta Kaz

Voting ended onDec 19, 2025

Check out the original bracket here.

Other match-ups:

Kanan Jarrus / Hera Syndulla vs Cal Kestis/Merrin

[homunculus-argument]

I know that I'll certainly never be someone they'd build a memorial for, but if I could get one, I'd like to get one of those park bench statues that are sitting on the bench. Specifically of me sitting casually looking towards the other seat at an angle, looking intrigued with a "surprised but not disappointed" kind of a look on my face. Kind of a "huh, won't you look at that."

I want that specifically so people can make it a meme to post pictures of themselves showing me stuff. Like memes off their phone.

Or maybe things that they are proud of but don't have anyone else to show them to. Like your school graduation papers, this cool knitting project you finally finished, your baby who's never going to see their grandparents.

And I also want a clause that they will absolutely fucking never put those anti-homeless things of any kind on my damn bench. So if there's ever someone who's got nobody else to keep them company, they can at least spend the night with me.

[ageae]

[hopesbarnes]

im curious. put in the tags if you have siblings, how many and if you’re an only child, oldest, middle, or youngest. i feel like this tells a ton about you

[two-bees-poetry]

I love your blog, you are incredibly talented and inspired me to write my own contrapuntal poetry. I know you didn't invent it, but you've definitely made it famous on here. That being said, have you watched Andor? Mon, Leida, Vel and Cinta were made for your poems.

I haven’t watched Andor! Good to know, though. I’m a GIANT Star Trek fan, I must confess, but now that I love Trek so much I’m sure I could also get into Star Wars if I took the time to watch it.

[unification]

i know we're not supposed to say this but i literally love being alone and going on the computer

[cintasvel]

cinta/kleya, 26

26. In the Rain/Thunderstorms Outside

"No."

Kleya watched as rainwater descended from the tip of Cinta's nose. Outside, just past the exit from the backroom that lead into the back alleys of Coruscant, she could hear the rumble of thunder.

Plop. Plop. Plop.

Her gaze ran over the small set of Cinta's shoulders and the bruise and scars that decorated her arms. Compared to the men she had seen working in Saw's Partisans, Cinta was scrawny, but the way her clothes clung to the little muscle she had was hard to ignore. Kleya did her best to.

Luthen had told her many things over the years. Kleya picked which she felt was most helpful and which she could discard. Infuriatingly, the more time has gone on, and the memory of her mother's fingers in her hair fades, the more she's started to listen.

The latest, however, she had no problem breaking. It's a simple rule: leave Cinta Kaz alone. She's here to work. Nothing more, nothing less.

Luthen was gone and wouldn't be home for another hour. The antique from Clak'dor VI had proven unruly and required a firm hand that Luthen will shield her from. This time.

It gives her a free evening free to look at the calluses of violence that make up Cinta. When their eyes finally met, there's nothing but a deep, hollow anger that her own animal howls out to. There is a wretchedness in its familiarity.

Kleya scoffed. "You came all the way here just for that?"

Cinta didn't shrug, but the weight of her stance, how she leaned against her right foot and angled her body back towards the exit, told Kleya everything she wanted to know. Outside, an almighty crack, a thunderwave of sound. Inside, Kleya marvelled at the audacity of this woman, only a years shy older than her.

All this way. Just to tell her no.

Cinta wasn't done. "You have Luthen. Get him to teach you to shoot."

Luthen had already taught her everything he knew about blasters. She imagined it was this expertise that had made him so efficient at gunning down her family. Sometimes she could hear him mutter to himself, those three words that had made her stomach roil like the first time in hyperspace. Make it stop. Make it stop. Make it stop.

Plop. Plop. Plop.

She swallowed. Bitter bile coated her throat.

"That's not what I'm after. You were with the Partisans, you know hand-to-hand combat."

"So?"

"Eventually, this will be larger, harder to handle. If I run into trouble--"

"Then you're doing your job wrong. If they get close, it's too late." There was that look in Cinta's eyes. The one that had both her and Luthen curious about how far she could be pushed, and whether it would be a good idea to do so. Her gaze roamed over Kleya's for a moment longer, before they rolled to the side towards the door with an irritable sigh. "Besides, I've got bigger things to worry about than educating you."

The other woman kicked off from where she had been leaning against one of the radio podiums. The thought of Cinta out on the streets of Coruscant again, rainwater streaking down her face, and that all defiant answer of 'no' cushioned on her full lips, felt unforgivable. Would she have said no to Luthen? Unlikely.

"I didn't say you could leave." When Cinta made no move to stop, irritation drove Kleya forward to catch up, venom leaking into her next words. "Do you think it makes you special, having lost everything? It doesn't."

Cinta paused at the door. Kleya watched as her shoulders straightened and the slow curling of her fingers into fists.

"Should I tell you what it makes you?" Kleya didn't wait for an answer. "It makes you a statistic among a sea of statistics. A blip among thousands of blips."

Cinta finally turned. The eye freckle that sat in the sclera of her left eye looked bigger, as if each fervent breath that Cinta wrestled to remain calm and placid in her chest was making it grow larger and larger.

Kleya leaned forward, her words sharp as the knife she knew Cinta kept in her boots. "If you want to die, then so be it. But to go out having contributed nothing outside of a few dead stormtroopers? You're worth more than that. Teach me. Pass your knowledge on."

Cinta's eyes burrowed into her. What Kleya liked about Cinta was that she always weighed out her words before she spoke.

The palm and nails at her neck was so quick that Kleya didn't realize what had happened until her knees touched the tiles of the backroom's floor.

Cinta stood over her like an obelisk protruding out of the dirt, defiant and strong. "That's a claw strike," she said, and then knelt. Over the sound of her ragged, desperate gasps, Kleya could just about register the bone of Cinta's elbow resting against the back of her neck. "If I'd come down harder with my arm, you'd be dead."

As her lungs desperately screamed in relief at the sweet oxygen pumping inside, there was a sliver of something inside of her, a dark, fetid thing, that couldn't help but laugh around her gasps. Her age and stature meant many treated her as though she was part of the collections she and Luthen sold, ornamental, delicate, and precious.

Cinta's hand was underneath her arm, dragging her up with the affection of a mortician yanking on a cadaver's ankle before throwing them into the furnace.

By the time she had fully recovered -- eyesight cleared, knees locked -- Cinta was gone. The only sign she had been there at all was the puddle she had trekked in through the doorway, and the mishmash of fury and delight that thrummed through Kleya's veins.

Hours later, the rainwater slashing against her bedroom windows, Kleya's throat burned. It was the first time she had been touched in months.

[urandroidgirl]

girl who is going to be okay vs

girl who is very much NOT going to be okay

[secretly-a-trekkie]

i miss summer

[infpfindspeace]

had two wilddd velcinta moments today. was walking along the street and thought I saw Varada Sethu sitting in a cafe, made eye contact with the lady, thought “am I dreaming is this real?”, then realized it was not V but a woman who looked like she could look in 20yrs.

NEXT (just a few minutes later) I passed ANOTHER lady sitting outside of a DIFFERENT cafe, thought it was Faye Marsay but with her hair cut into a pixie. Made eye contact with HER, thought “oh my god what is happening once again is this real?” and then realized it was once again NOT Faye but ANOTHER woman who also looked like Faye could look in 20-30yrs. Absolutely insane walk.

[everythingvelcinta]

VelCinta Song Sunday: For Good - Cynthia Erivo and Ariana Grande

It well may be That we will never meet again In this lifetime So let me say before we part So much of me Is made of what I learned from you You'll be with me Like a handprint on my heart -- Who can say if I've been changed for the better? But Because I knew you I have been changed for good

[rolex-kaard]

(coughing violently) they laced the damn story . with character

[rebel-hunk-enjoyer]

my lungs after rebels. character got me :\

[secretly-a-trekkie]

uh. so inspo strikes again ig… rip my math midterm grade tho lmao

[infpfindspeace]

Since when was vel a soap dispenser? Hm…….

[cintasvel]

i love vel in andor s1 so much because every scene with kleya, she's straight-up failing to pass the cinta kaz test

it's like the bechdel test, but instead of not mentioning a man she's incapable of not mentioning her wife cinta kaz. she really is JUST like me!

[moonhips]

Prof!Mon cont. ~ Breaktime

thanks @kleyamaarki for your wonderful gay brain and ideas