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[chipthekeeper]

"I'm a mirror, Vel."

Femslash February Bingo: I'm a mirror.

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For Star Wars Sapphics Femslash February Bingo (prompt: "Murder Wives"/"I'm a Mirror").

my art on: tumblr / instagram

I DID consider drawing something more...romantic, or symbolic, for VelCinta...but this is one of my fave scenes of the whole show, HA:

The utter disdain. The judgement and disregard. The ATTITUDE. I love everything about this scene <3 <3 <3.

[soloorganaas]

STAR WARS SAPPHICS: FEMSLASH FEB BINGO

This Femslash February the Star Wars Sapphics discord server have organised a bingo event!

The bingo card is designed to inspire as much Star Wars femslash as possible. It's open to everyone, whether you're a member of the server or not. This is a fun, low pressure event running throughout February to encourage people to go put space lesbians in situations!

HOW IT WORKS

Use the prompts in each bingo card square to inspire fic/art/gifs/edits. You can combine as many prompts as you want in one work. Cross off each square when you've fulfilled it - the goal is to fill as many lines as possible or the whole card!

There's no minimum word count for fics, and you can share sketches or a single graphic. The AO3 collection will be open for the whole of February, and probably a week or so after for you to add your work.

SHARE YOUR WORK

You can post your work throughout February on tumblr using the tag #swsbingo and add it to our AO3 collection. You can also tag #swsapphicsao3feed for fic to have it reblogged there.

Feel free to save the bingo card and share it as you cross off each square!

STAR WARS SAPPHICS DISCORD SERVER

Our server is a safe space to discuss Star Wars and space lesbians and generally hang out with other sapphic fans. If you're not already a member feel free to contact me or @kleyamarki for an invite!

[bikananjarrus]

someone to stay (velcinta oneshot)

for the sw femslash february bingo prompt: only one bunk/cot bedroll

rating: gen | word count: 1k | ao3 link

everyone say thank u to velcinta and @chipthekeeper for inadvertently breaking me out of my writer's block! specifically this post from chip, which got the gears turning in the first place. which also gave me the excuse to incorporate this headcanon into something!

(and i think this is my actual first finished velcinta fic?? everything else up to this point has been half finished, unpublished snippets or headcanons i occasionally throw to the wind. could have reallyyyy dug further into this, but i desperately needed to finish a wip and not make it 10k words long lol. next time <3)

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For years now, Cinta had operated on one short mantra: keep moving.

She couldn’t risk looking back, so the only solution was to go forward. She had nothing and no one waiting on her, so constant motion was easy enough. And she never stayed long enough to risk making connections that would anchor her in place. Staying meant getting comfortable; staying was a vulnerability she couldn’t afford.

Because stay sounded too close to home, and she hasn’t had one of those since the Empire violently stole hers away in a blaze of fire and bloodshed.

Still; she couldn’t help the slight hesitation before saying yes to the job on Aldhani. It was no more than a secondary hiccup, very quickly outweighed by the prospect of doing some real damage to the Empire. But there was a lingering apprehension knowing she would be rooted to one place with an unchanging group of people for months on end. Three to six, they were predicting. Anything past the three month mark would be the longest she’s stayed in a place for as long as she can remember.

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Once on Aldhani, though, the routine and underlying tension of their slowly approaching heist were enough to keep her from getting too comfortable. It also helped that knew how this ended. Either it went poorly, and she’d be dead; or, if successful, she would leave this place behind, covering her tracks as she went, never to see any of the crew again for their own safety.

Except—

Looking at Vel’s sleeping face in the gray dawn light, so close to her own, she wasn’t so sure about that last part anymore.

The thought of walking away felt akin to severing her feet from her body. She would do it if she had to, but it would be an agonizing crawl to leave all this—to leave Vel—behind. A new hold carved out of her heart that had no hope of ever being filled.

She’d been on Aldhani nearly four months. Four months of secretly rewriting her own rules. Four months of her carefully constructed walls being chipped away at. She hadn’t even realized there was a crack in them at all until one day, two months in, when Vel had offered to help with the dray.

There had been some initial complications with the dray, and for the first month at their encampment, they’d only had a single one of the animals to take care of. Cinta had gladly taken up the task. But when they’d finally gotten the rest of the promised herd, it helped to have extra hands.

Cinta knew from Vel’s interactions with their first single dray that she wasn’t at all used to being around livestock. It was amusing—but nothing much Vel had to worry about, and Cinta didn’t put in too much extra time thinking about it.

Until they had more of the beasts and Vel offered to help tend to them, that is. Cinta had stood off to the side, watching and waiting to see how Vel handled it. Poorly, was the answer.

It happened fast—one moment, Vel sitting on the squat wooden stool, metal bucket under the female dray’s udder to milk it; and the next, the dray was letting out a high-pitched bleat, bucking away and knocking Vel over. She landed on her ass in the mud, and at the look of astonishment on her face, blue eyes wide—Cinta promptly burst into laughter.

She’d meant to keep it contained as quiet giggles. But once the laughter started, she couldn’t seem to stop.

Vel’s shock twisted into a scowl, carving a line deep between her brows.

But still Cinta had laughed. Until tears pricked in the corners of her eyes and her ribs ached. Until Vel’s face softened and she started laughing too.

When her peals of laughter finally started to recede, she came to two conclusions. One, she was quite certain she had not laughed that hard since before her family was murdered by the Empire. And two, the ache from her ribs remained, tightening around her heart as she realized it was Vel who was the source of her joy.

That crack in her façade revealed itself, whittled away by the woman in front of her, just large enough for her to squeeze through.

It doesn’t matter. You’re not staying once this is all over, she told herself. Even as she reached out a hand to Vel, smiling a quick “sorry, let me help,” and trying not to blush when Vel smiled back, muddy hand wrapping around her own.

Keep moving, keep moving, keep moving, she chanted to herself later as she washed Vel’s muddy fingerprints from her hands.

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In the two months since then, the crack had only widened, the space now big enough for Vel to lay beside her in a shared bedroll.

In that time, she’d gifted Vel more smiles, more quiet laughter when they were alone. She’d let Vel comb through the long locks of her hair, squeezing her eyes shut against tears as she was reminded of her mother’s fingers deftly doing the same. Vel’s newly calloused fingers were gentle; her lips equally so when she’d kissed the tears from Cinta’s cheeks.

And last night, with Skeen and Nemik gone out of the valley to trade supplies with some locals, and Taramyn on watch duty, leaving the two of them in the main encampment by themselves, she’d finally let Vel strip her bare.

It hadn’t been particularly neat—a tangle of limbs and clothes left half on to protect against Aldhani’s chill; a hint of chattering teeth between panted breaths; all over far too soon, without the luxury of time or true privacy or a real bed. But the bliss buzzing in her blood afterwards was unlike anything she’d felt with anyone before then.

And from the haze-happy grin on Vel’s face as they’d layered back up into more clothes and tucked themselves together in to share a bedroll, Cinta knew she felt the same.

Now, blinking awake to the dull light of dawn, Cinta couldn’t help but stare at Vel’s soft sleeping face. Her forehead was smooth, free of the usual lines of stress brought upon by her role as leader. Their legs were tangled together under the blankets, as much for warmth as to be close to one another. Cinta’s gaze drifted down, to where one of Vel’s hands was loosely curled into the front of her vest. Like she was afraid Cinta was going to slip away, even in sleep.

Cinta supposed in the past that would’ve been true.

Any intimate relationships she’d previously had never lasted more than a night. She’d always snuck out before morning. Mostly to keep them from asking her to stay, but also to keep herself from accepting the offer.

Keep moving. Don’t look back.

No such morning after urge to walk away rose up in her now.

It was a far more terrifying feeling that crawled into her throat as she tucked herself closer to Vel, pressing a featherlight kiss to the tip of her nose.

She felt steady; grounded. Like she didn’t want to leave, maybe ever.

It felt a lot like staying.

And maybe stay sounded like home; but home was starting to sound a lot like Vel.

[end]

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For Star Wars Sapphics Femslash February Bingo (prompt: "Enemies with Benefits").

my art on: tumblr / instagram

....and that's a wrap on FemSlash February!! Surprisingly this is my first and only WolfWren entry of the month??

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For Star Wars Sapphics FemSlash February Bingo (prompt: "Childhood Friends"/"Just Like Old Times")

My beloved KetBine ❤️🩷 (is this a modern AU? Or set in canon?? You decide 🤷‍♀️😂)

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Happy FemSlash February to those who celebrate!! Here is my first post for the Star Wars Bingo Challenge 😳. (Prompt: Polycule/Threesome)

(...and yes, a small part of my dream of learning to draw was to be able to draw polycules 😂😂).

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Star Wars Sapphics FemSlash February Bingo: Breaking Rules & Jedi Love/Attachment

All wrongs have been righted, trust has been restored, and the flame re-ignited- and yet. And yet. They are still Jedi.

I'm not a Jedi, Ahsoka thinks to herself, but she knows that the tiny part of her screaming Jedi, screaming attachment is forbidden, will never go away. Not completely. And here's Sabine, self-proclaimed "worst Padawan ever", with that sweet braid tucked behind her ear; braid and title worn proudly.

They are breaking the rules. 

Ahsoka smiles to herself and closes her eyes. Her lineage was never any good at following rules, anyway.

my art on: tumblr / instagram

Full (but still somewhat censored) art below:

(pose credit @somewillwin)