#my stuff: rebelcaptain

[izloveshorses]

sometimes I wish for falling, wish for the release wish for falling through the air to give me some relief...

[amy-thystt]

rebelcaptain warmups.. 💖

[andorerso]

in honor of finishing this thing, here's another snippet <3

Cassian’s eyes fluttered closed, instinctively pressing his face into her hand, a small sound of contentment falling from his lips. “Cassian,” she whispered. He could feel her gaze on his face as her thumb caressed his cheek. “Do you want me?” His eyes opened, honoring her with the same honesty and openness she’d granted him. “Night and day,” he said, listening to her breath catch. “I dreamed of you every single day since I’ve been away.”

[jynjackets]

JYN ERSO & CASSIAN ANDOR SPOOKY SEASON EMOJIS

Found them in my drafts and totally forgot I made these 👻

6 250 x 250px individual icons

🎃 feel free to edit and reuse how you like 🎃

others: rebelcaptain, velcinta

[muguathepapaya]

They’re pretty cute. :)

[maered613]

Love Me Like Music (And I'll Be Your Song)

NRC Archives, May 25 1983, the Tonight Show Starring Orson Krennic, Guests; Carson Teva, Luke Skywalker

[Krennic]: You were in the biggest band in the world. Aren’t you worried you’re gonna flop by yourself? Would be pretty embarrassing.

[Skywalker]: Oh, well I am now.

[Audience Laughter]

[Krennic]: Look, I’ve gotta ask-

[Skywalker]: I’m sure you do.

[Krennic]: the Rebellion announces a tv special with footage of you recording what will be your last album, Millenium, followed by a concert special. But then next thing we know, the specials’ taken off tv listings, you play a random untelevised rooftop concert, album doesn’t even surface for a few more months and then you announce you’re broken up! Everyone’s dying to know- what the heck happened? None of you have said anything since!

[Skywalker]: None of the stories that people tell about us can change what really happened.

[Krennic]: So then.. what?

[Silence as the Camera focuses on Skywalker]

[Skywalker]: (Sighs) Do you really want to know?

--

3 Grammys, multi-multi platinum records, sold-out world tours, multiple #1s. The Rebellion was the biggest band in the world; until it wasn't.

Ft art from @lovey-dovey-and-sad @maroonedcoconut

For @stardads @dinlukebigbang

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49898965/chapters/125971573

Playlist: https://spotify.link/GZqfbhT7GDb

[incognitajones]

a conspiracy of two [E, <1K]

Cassian figures they have about five minutes before it becomes very obvious that they’re both late to the post-mission briefing, and if he can’t get Jyn off before then and come himself he just might crack.

(It's been a while since I wrote any smut and I needed the practice for my RCSS story!)

(Also, this was heavily inspired by sempaiko's classic piece of art.)

[spacepandar]

....

[sydneyadmu]

can you believe that hozier wrote work song and from eden exclusively for jyn and cassian? that’s true he told me that himself

[cantinabandmp3]

🥲

[rotzaprachim]

A tense anticlimax full of poorly-executed good intentions, punctuated by threats, with a questionable and ambiguous achievement: so the wedding had turned out to be like all the other work he had done for the Rebellion after all.

i’m working on a longer list of andor show-specific recs, but in the meantime, if you want something that in my opinion manages to absolutely sink it’s fucking teeth into the complicated brutality, humanity, and complicated,  uneven human relationships of the show, as well as matter-of-face slice-of-life side of the sw universe it’s... somehow this rebelcaptain arranged marriage au from 2017. trust. this thing is 10k of people having sex and having repressed emotions and it feels fully contiguous with the andor writing style and flavour of the universe 

--

“If this is what we fight for,” K-2 said mournfully, “we fight for the triumph of madness.”

Cassian adjusted his jacket, which had been tailored for another man. The Alliance’s funding ran to fighters, bribes, and base installations, not to salaries, and so when someone fell, their possessions went into an informal commissary, to be bought, begged, bartered for, or stolen at will or convenience. Never entirely without sentiment, though. They all had sewing skills rudimentary enough at least to stitch the necessary black X, the acknowledgement of whoever had come before them. Maybe it was bad luck, getting married in a dead man’s clothes.

[andorerso]

The Dildo Dilemma

Jyn really likes her new boyfriend. There’s just one problem — and it’s not even really a problem. But it’s a question that wouldn’t let her rest. Simply put: her favorite dildo eerily resembles his cock. How do you ask your boyfriend if your favorite dildo was modeled after his dick?

read it on ao3

[louistonehill]

As someone who has come and gone from Tumblr throughout the years, I'm still sad that this still happens and I really hope all is well with you and that you get in your zone, enjoying what you do best and love. On the other hand, here's a little something for you:

Cassian goes to a certain moon years later and bumps into a local boy by accident. Curiously, the boy goes by the name of Clem Caleen.

I'll leave the rest to your imagination. 😁

asdsfsgfdsa this is adorable.

Very unimpressed little boy giving Cassian war flashbacks to his own childhood.

Also the implications of these two having to go on the run and then naming their child after the guy giving his life to try and keep everyone safe and things peaceful in the face of oppression. Not to mention the person who probably taught all of them that no one and nothing are every beyond being worthy of love or respect... That'd be incredibly heartwarming.

Going to add my own imagination and say this should be after the war because of course they all survive and are happy, and Cassian is on that particular moon to pick up supplies for food dome he's building in his and Jyn's house. Yes. Yes he is. This is canon. Luna said so.

Thanks so much for this! Both your kind words and the scenario!

[tryalittlejoytomorrow]

listen I am not saying I'm gonna do it (again), but Act Like It by Lucy Parker is the best book plot to adapt to fic

[maered613]

“Meet the Kyber.”

“You’re joking.” Rose says, suddenly, “-that thing is like 50 carats of diamonds! Allegedly! It hasn’t been seen since the Soviet Revolution!”

“Told you she was good.” Leia says, raising a brow to Luke.

“That thing is worth like, 70 million dollars!”

“I think we can get 80 for it.” Leia shrugs,

“We’re going to steal a necklace, with an entire gala looking at it?!” Rey says, incredulously.

“It’ll be around her neck.” Leia clicks a slide. “-meet Jyn Erso. Beloved goddaughter of Orsen Krennic, one of Jabba’s… administrators.”

“How do you know this?”

“‘Cause I’ll convince her to do it. Her and I went to prep school together.”

“-Aren’t you a little close to this?”

“Except it’ll be impossible for us to have done it.” Leia shrugs, “-Han, Luke and I are going to the gala.”

—-

Leia Organa had everything. The perfect (criminal) career, complete with a great crew and a loving husband.

But after a betrayal she loses the career, parts of her team and her husband all in 1 fell swoop.

So when her betrayer suddenly has a priceless diamond necklace just out in the open… well.

Who said Revenge doesn’t pay?

( @stardads made me do it )

[mosylufanfic]

A Mere Trifle

My first contribution to Rebelcaptain Fluffbruary! The prompt I went with was "dessert."

A Mere Trifle

Bodhi opened the fridge. "Oooooh," he said in delight. His roommate made sweets and desserts to relax, and Bodhi was usually the beneficiary.

"Don't you fucking touch the fucking trifle!" Jyn yelled from another room.

"Why not?" he yelled back, but set the bowl of trifle back where he'd found it.

"Because I'm saving it for poker night, you glutton."

Bodhi raised his brows at nothing. Poker night was at theirs tomorrow night, and while most everyone brought food, it was more along the lines of grocery-store chips and dip. Not a dessert of multiple layers and steps and approximately thirty thousand calories. 

He grabbed the leftover Chinese instead, gave it a sniff, and concluded it probably wasn't going to kill him. Eating beef and broccoli out of the container, he went to the other room where Jyn scowled at the computer screen full of her photos that she was working on. "Not even a nibble?" he asked pitifully.

"Nope."

He licked sauce off his thumb. "It's got all berries and whipped cream and custard. You seriously expect me to resist?"

"Yes, I do, or I'll shave your head in your sleep."

Bodhi put a protective hand over his ponytail. "You're a cruel woman, Jyn Erso."

She bit her thumbnail, narrowing her eyes at two virtually identical images of an empty lot. She twiddled a setting and suddenly the tiny yellow flowers blooming amongst the lanky dried grass burst into focus. "You've known that for years," she said. 

-

Poker night started around seven, or whenever enough people straggled in to get a decent game going. Bodhi expected the trifle to come out as they set up the table and pulled mismatched chairs in from all over the house. But only the two party subs that Jyn had picked up on her way home from work made an appearance. 

"It's got to stay chilled," Jyn claimed when he asked about it. 

"Uh . . . huh," he said, but had to go answer the door before he could needle the truth out of her.

It was Melshi, who came armed with various chips. "You ready to lose?" he crowed, setting a bag of tortilla chips next to the subs.

"No, but you'd better be," Bodhi told him. 

"Big talk. Beers in the fridge?" Melshi asked.

"Yup."

He opened the door, grabbed a beer off the door, and paused. "Holy shit, Jyn, did you make that?"

Jyn was across the room in a split second, smacking his hand. "Don't touch!"

"Why not?" he whined, cradling his hand.

"Cos I said so." She slapped the door closed. "Go stuff your face with a sandwich. Veggie's on the left side."

Melshi sighed heavily and went to pile his slice of veggie sub high with peppers and mayo.

Leia and her brother came in next, then Kay, then Luke's truck-driver friend, Han, and his large, hairy roommate, Chewie, and then Shara and Kes from down the hall. About half of them mentioned the trifle, and every time, Jyn refused to let them get it out.

It didn't escape Bodhi's notice that Jyn's head snapped around every time the door opened. It also didn't escape his notice that Cassian Andor, who worked at the paper where Jyn sometimes picked up photo gigs, wasn't there yet.

People skipped poker night for work, holidays, hot dates, classes, and exhaustion. Usually they put it in the group text. Bodhi checked his phone. 

"Nobody's canceled," Jyn said without looking at her own.

"Right," Bodhi said, grinning to himself, and arranged his bingo chips. "Okay, who won the last game at Han and Chewie's?" 

"Me," Kes said, raising his hand, and taking the deck to deal. 

Two rounds in, Jyn was looking very downcast, but she still snarled like a Doberman whenever anybody went near the fridge. 

"We ever gonna get some of that dessert?" Han whispered to Bodhi.

"Your guess is as good as mine," Bodhi whispered back.

The doorknob rattled, and Jyn got half out of her chair before the door opened. She sat back down as Cassian came in. "Hey," he said, brushing snow out of his hair. 

"Hey," Jyn said casually. "Thought you weren't going to make it."

"Sorry," he said, shrugging out of his coat. "I kept thinking I was almost done with the article and then I wasn't. How much has Melshi lost?"

Melshi flipped him off. 

"Not enough yet," Jyn said, and got Melshi's finger next. "Did you get anything to eat?"

"No, and I'm dying. Tell me there's something left."

She waved a hand at the subs, mostly decimated on the counter. He put one of each kind on his plate and added mustard, then piled the rest of his plate high with potato chips and the baby carrots that Luke had brought. 

"Should be beers in the fridge," she added. "Oh, and I forgot about a dessert I left in there, can you get it out?"

"Ohhh!"

"So he gets some of that first?"

"I see how it is, Erso!" 

"That's who it was for?"

"Well well well!"

Jyn scowled. "Okay, the lot of you can go fuck yourselves."

"What?" Cassian asked, popping his head up over the fridge door and looking at all of them quizzically. 

"Nothing," Jyn said. "Everybody here is a fucking moron, that's all. You find it?"

"With all the whipped cream? Wow," he said, pulling it out. "This looks amazing, Jyn. Is this the thing you were telling me about last week? Whatsits. Trifle?"

"Oh, yeah, it is," Jyn said as if it was a massive coincidence.

He looked at her for a moment, a little smile playing around the corners of his mouth. "I can't believe it survived this long with these animals."

Melshi opened his mouth, then yelped as if a Doc Marten had met his shin with force. 

"Well, like I said, I forgot about it," Jyn said. 

Bodhi looked across the table at her and mouthed, You're so full of shit. She ignored him, a blush spreading up her face. 

Cassian sat down next to her, juggling his plate of sandwiches and a serving of trifle in a bowl. "This is really good," he said with his mouth full. "I mean, really. Wow." He nudged Luke. "Get some of this, it's incredible."

"Thanks," Jyn said, shrugging, dealing the next hand. "It was nothing."

FINIS