Something Inside You Is Singing

Here's some queerplatonic obikin :D

Summary: Anakin went to some small town, met a wonderful woman and fell in love during the Christmas holidays, so now he's going to move close to his new girlfriend, far from the city he lives in. Which means leaving his best friend behind. Because that's how the movies go, right?

Or, Anakin realises that Obi-Wan is more important than romance.

"I can buy myself flowers..." 🌺🎶

Aro-Ace Cody 🧡💖🧡

Hi @reconstructwriter !

We are glad to have your attention and happy you're feeling excited about this!!! We're excited too!

"Love of god" is the love of an unknowable, higher power, exercised with spirituality, through meditation. That is Agape. It totally counts! And we're excited about what you may come up with this!

In Star Wars, this is definitively the Force 😉

Hey! Question about the fics needing to be submitted between 7-14th Feb. Do they have to be completed in that time? As in, if the story turns into multiple chapters, do all the chapters need to be posted by the end of the 14th? Ta!

Hello @femmefighter

Thank you for your interest and question!

We're glad to know that you felt so inspired by the event that you need multiple chapters to tell the whole story!

This is certainly a scenario that we had not considered. After discussing it among ourselves, we agreed that the only stipulation we would make would be that the first chapter be published during said week and that there is a sincere goodwill to eventually finish the story.

We're very curious to see what you've done so far! We hope it turns out to be everything you hoped for when you started!

Tag us when you post the first chapter on tumblr, so we can follow the story and don't forget to tag the type of love you represent.

All the best,

The team.

written for @starwarsalltypesoflove

Post-Mission Support

Sometimes, after a bad mission, the best thing to do is to seek out friends who understand. Written for Fandom Empire Prompt Tables 2024 - Prompt: "Write a ficlet" and @starwarsalltypesoflove week - Prompt: "Pragma"

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It wasn’t a premonition that had Mace getting out the tea kettle, but the Force likely did aid him in the timing, as he was just taking it off the heat as the door to his quarters slid open, and Qui-Gon walked in and sank onto one of the round cushions.

Mace didn’t ask if it had been a rough mission; it was obvious in the tenseness of the Force pulled around Qui-Gon, and in the weariness spilling out. It took a lot to rattle Qui-Gon, but Mace knew that he’d get the full details when he and Obi-Wan gave their mission report.

For now, tea.

He offered a cup to Qui-Gon, who accepted it with wordless gratitude, before sitting down with his own cup. For a few moments they sat in steady silence, Qui-Gon’s tension slowly easing.

“I told the Council that this mission was ill-advised,” he said, eventually.

“You did,” Mace agreed. “But it had to happen, and there is no other pair of Jedi who could have handled it better.”

“You haven’t heard our mission report yet.”

“It won’t change my opinion in that regard.”

Qui-Gon lifted his cup and drank from it, before exhaling softly.

“Obi-Wan handled himself well,” he conceeded. “And we did what we could.”

“That’s all anyone can ask.”

Qui-Gon smiled. “Bold words from you, my friend. How often have I had to remind you of the same? And I’m sure if I asked Yoda, he could name many times more.”

It was true. One’s efforts never felt like enough, sometimes, when missions went south. The trap of self-recrimination was a difficult one to escape – at least on one’s own. That was why these moments shared over tea in the aftermath were so valuable.

“And Obi-Wan?” Mace asked, after a hum of agreement.

“With his own friends,” Qui-Gon said. “They’re what he needs right now.”

Mace understood that as well – after all, he and Qui-Gon had done the same, as padawans. There were times when you confided in your master, and there were times when you confided in your peers.

There was no shortage of people to turn to, in the Temple. Everyone needed support, and everyone offered it. Their shared duty and calling, and both the joy and hardship that came with it, was something they all understood.

And so they took these quiet moments together, to center themselves, and go back out into the world, ready to face its ills again – but never alone.

Ludus: playfull love, made of dancing, flirting and lighthearted things.

My last piece for @starwarsalltypesoflove !!!!!

Happy Valentine's Day everyone! Thank you to everyone who participated and enjoyed!!!

This one is dedicated to blackkat and their fic The 7 Habits of Highly Effective Time-Travelers.

It is not, actually, a scene of the fic. But @blackkatmagic is constantly do the Lord's work by putting front and center characters and/or ship that aren't popular, yet amazing all the same.

Mace/Five has two works on ao3. Two (2)!!!

That's it.

But, by God, do they make it count!

In the spirit of the swatolv event, spreading the love on amazing things that don't have as much spotlight the rest of the year, this ship was always in the plans when I started my fills.

I hope you enjoy this fill at least half as much as I did the fic!!!!!

Many thanks and cheers to my partner in sw crimes @thesunlikehoney with whom I made the event!

Sketches of Those the Empire Demanded You Forget

In the face of Imperial cruelty, an artist remembers its victims. Written for Fandom Empire Prompt Tables 2024 - Prompt: "Keeper" and Star Wars: All Types of Love Week (@starwarsalltypesoflove) - Prompt: "Agape"

As you can probably tell, I don't like coming up with names for characters. I will continue to avoid doing so as much as possible.

He’d never actually met a Jedi.

He’d heard plenty of them, of course – living on Coruscant, even on the distant lower levels, it’d be hard not to have heard any tales of them, true or not. There were always rumors, good and bad. Jedi had busted a trafficking ring three levels down, they said. Jedi had used their terrible sorcery to trick and rob some honest workers, they said. They saw a Jedi catch some kid falling from a speeder far above, they said. No one knew that guy who’d won the last street race, he must’ve been a Jedi in disguise, they said.

But he’d never met one, not directly.

He’d seen one, once.

His neighbors had had a child – well, they had had several children, actually, but one of them had been...different. And somehow, that family had managed to contact the Jedi Temple, or the Jedi had known, somehow, and either way, a Jedi had shown up.

His neighbors had been so proud that their little girl had gone off to be a Jedi, even as some people scoffed and muttered comments of “must be glad for less mouths to feed, I suppose.”

They hadn’t taken the news well.

The Empire had taken their objections even worse.

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