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cait’s 31st celebration
@kestreldawn requested jyn + her character traits that made you like her 🤍
#celebratecaits31st#jyn erso#kestreldawn#rogue one#jynersoedit#rogueoneedit#swsource#swedit#star wars#felicity jones#starwarsblr#starwarsedit#starwarsdaily#edits**#starwarshub#swcreators#cassian andor#he's in there too
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since you’re asking for prompts, what about “I told you that I’d never leave you; I’m not going anywhere” from one of the dialogue lists you reblogged? 🧡
If there’s one thing Jyn’s sure of, it’s that she’s not going anywhere. Not like this. Bleeding from a leg wound that left her lightheaded and limping and, worst of all, slow.
If there’s another thing she’s sure of, it’s that Cassian isn’t going to leave her. Stubborn to a fault and unfalteringly loyal, he would sooner die beside her than break a promise. Abandon her to her fate. So that at least one of them might make it out. No, he’d rather doom himself too than survive alone.
Jyn can’t say she doesn’t understand the choice. Yet, she tries to make him see reason.
Surrounded by a swarm of enemies in this tiny room they barricaded themselves in after their mission went south, after Jyn was injured, they both know she’s not going to walk out that door and make the track back to their ship all the way in the mountains. Cassian might, on his own, but she’d only slow him down, distract him.
She’d only get him killed.
And she’d sooner turn this blaster on herself and end it now than get another person she loved killed.
So yes, she tries to make him see reason. Even if he won’t listen.
She lets him take his scarf and wrap it tightly around her leg to try and stop the bleeding, grants him this small action so he might feel like he’s done something useful. They both know that it’s not much. They don’t have anything to actually treat her wound, or at least get her on her feet long enough to reach their ship. No bacta patches, no med-spike, not even karking med nog.
It seems that her luck had run out, and all the near misses and close calls finally caught up to her. Cassian’s just too stubborn to admit that. So Jyn will be the reasonable one this time.
Once he tied the scarf around her leg, he pulls back, looks around once, takes a deep breath. It’s clear he has no idea what their next step should be, and for a split second, before he shuts himself off, he looks so lost and helpless that she wants to cry. But she knows what their next step is.
“Cassian, listen to me,” she begins, reaching for his hand. He’s crouching next to her as she sits on the floor, eyeing the only door in the room, eyeing the windows, the rusty old pipes that run across the opposite wall. Searching for an exit strategy that’s not there. But her words pull his gaze back to her face as she curls her hand around his. He looks like he already knows what she’s going to say, and he’s watching her with a dark, almost angry gaze, daring her to say it. “There’s a chance you can still make it.”
“Not alone,” he responds without hesitation, narrowing his eyes at her.
“Yes, alone. You know I’ll slow you down.”
“So fucking what?” he growls, real anger leaking into his tone. The kind of anger she rarely hears from him. The kind of anger that’s born from fear. “We’re in this together, Jyn. We go together, or not at all. I’m not leaving without my partner.”
“Cassian, look at me!” She gestures to herself, sitting on the dirty floor, her breathing labored, face pale and sweaty. The wound on her leg already bled through the scarf he’d wrapped around her, staining the fabric red. “I’m not going anywhere like this.”
“Okay. Then I’m staying too.”
“So that we can die together?” Jyn snaps in derision.
“Yes. Just like we were meant to on Scarif.”
That shuts her up quick enough, wiping the scoff from her lips. Scarif. Getting the plans, honoring her father’s memory, holding Cassian close on that beach after trying, at least, to make a difference… It would have been a kinder death than she thought she’d get. Peaceful, even. And she felt content, then, to have someone with her, someone she trusted, someone who was just beginning to feel like home. She didn’t mind the end if Cassian was with her.
But this isn’t like that. There’s no sand under her feet, no waves crashing against the bank in her ear. There’s no grander purpose or blaze of glory. She’d either bleed out on this dirty floor, or be shot dead once the troopers broke through that door, and there's nothing peaceful about that. She doesn’t want Cassian with her for that.
“I told you I’d never leave you,” Cassian continues when she has no response for him. The anger in his voice burned out, but the quiet desperation is worse. Jyn would do anything to make him leave, and she’d never recover if he did.
He promised her. He promised he’d never leave, not in a way that matters. Not by choice. If he could, he’d stay, and if he had to go, he’d always try to come back. It was the only thing a spy like him could offer her in a galaxy at war, but for someone who’d spent most of her life being abandoned by the people she loved the most, it mattered more than she knew how to say. She trusted his words, trusted his sincerity, trusted that he’d be there when she needed something solid to lean on.
Asking him to break that promise now isn’t an easy task for her either.
Tears spring to her eyes, her voice wavering when she speaks. “This time, I’m asking you to.”
Cassian shakes his head, gives her a strained smile. “You know I’d do anything for you, Jyn. Anything but this. It’s the one thing you can’t ask of me.” With his free hand, he tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, grazes her cheek with his thumb. Jyn lets her eyes close, lets herself lean into his touch for a moment. Just for a moment. She doesn’t want to let go yet. “I’m not going anywhere. Not without you.”
He leans down to press his forehead against her, and Jyn cradles his face just to feel something solid under her palm. Something to ground her.
“Then what do you propose we do?” she whispers, too exhausted to keep arguing with him. Not when there’s a small selfish part of her that’s glad she doesn’t have to watch him walk away from her.
“We’ll try. We’ll take our chance. And we’ll keep taking our chances until —”
“Until the chances are spent,” she finishes for him, those old familiar words pulling a wistful smile from her lips. “You think we can do this?”
“We beat worse odds.”
Like carrying Cassian’s half-dead body to the rescue ship that showed up at the last moment while Scarif crumbled to dust around them… She’d held on tightly, unwilling to let go even as he stumbled on his own feet and nearly dragged her down. If he fell, she’d fall with him, go down together. It was more acceptable than surviving alone. Yet somehow, by some miracle, they made it. Lived long enough to reach Yavin IV and keep fighting.
The hope he gave her swells in her chest and she finally allows herself to believe in it.
We go together. Or not at all.
#replies#kestreldawn#thanks for the prompt <3#im writing woohoo!!#rebelcaptain#dailyrebelcaptain#therebelcaptainnetwork#rogue one#my fics
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📝 for the wip game!
Here, have one of the few non-angsty segments of the hurt/comfort piece:
“What are you doing?” Blinking, Cassian raises one hand to block the bright beam of light from the droid's optical sensor.
“I’m recording our session,” the droid responds. “This is standard protocol.”
“Yes, I understand that, but there’s no need for a visual record,” Cassian says irritably. “You can keep audio of these sessions, but I don’t want my image stored in your memory. I work in Intelligence,” he adds as a rationale, though really, the droid should listen to him anyway. Weren’t they supposed to let their patients set boundaries?
“Acceptable.”
Cassian studies the silver and white ellipse as it hovers in mid-air. Why wasn’t it even vaguely humanoid-shaped? Maybe they thought that would make people less likely to trust it—Kay had a theory that humans found droids that looked like themselves more threatening, and Cassian thought there might be something to it. Certainly, a lot of people treated those barrel-shaped navdroids more like pets than droids.
“What’s the programming structure for a therapy droid?” he asks. Are they based on the same algorithms as medroids? Or maybe they’ve been reverse engineered from torture droids... that would be mockingly inapt, which makes it seem even more probable.
The top half of the droid rotates slowly, as though it’s confused. “We’re not here to discuss my programming,” it says. “Please don’t attempt to deflect my inquiries about your well-being.”
[ ask me about a WIP ]
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for the ask game: what about your lesbian spies wip? hehe
@fulcrumstardust was also curious about this one!
this one is an original book i want to eventually write, and currently only exists as a notion page and a google slide. i have made no progress on it because ive just been so busy with school. basically, it follows a young woman named margot: it's 1940, the height of the blitz, and she is desperate to help the war effort in any way she can. she is then recruited into the special operations executive (SOE), the spy organization utilized by britain during ww2, and she is parachuted into france to create and lead a spy circuit.
it requires a lot of historical research, something i just don't have time for because i have so much historical research i need to do for my classes (im a history major), and i feel like i need a strong understanding of the history in order to come up with any sort of plot structure, so it's been put on the backburner. im also struggling because i don't want it to be super depressing and to have some hope and a happy ending, but its not a happy era, especially for queer people. i want it to be realistic and historically accurate but i also want these queer characters to be happy. but it will be written eventually! (i promise)
#ask#kestreldawn#margot has a whirlwind romance with a butch french resistance fighter#which has been really fun to write/think about#oh noooooooo we're operating a safe house and there's oNLy OnE BEd
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Send this to ten other bloggers that you think are wonderful. Keep the game going, make someone smile!!! 💕
these are not mine, i actually found these in some dude's bag but...i want you to have them 👉👈
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anti honest hour: what’s your favorite star wars character?
Hmmm… ok, well, I’m a real big fan of that Kylo Ren guy. I wish he was in all the movies and shows, since he’s the highlight of the movies he is in. Just, such a compelling character, you know? He’s so lovable and underrated 🥰
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Among the Stars for the wip game 👀
So this is one I will definitely never get finished because it is purely for myself and I'm sure no one would ever read it. It's basically the backstory of the first OC I wrote for my mandalorian fics -- a Corellian scrumrat who was a little younger than Han and Qi'ra and grew up kind of idolizing them eventually gets recruited by the Rebellion and has to go undercover at the Imperial academy. I got nearly a full first chapter of that done lol
Random snippet after the break just for funsies:
As they clear the final turn, Wedge feels a rush of excitement for him, but it’s quickly dissolved. Delan, seeing his window of opportunity to win outright closing rapidly, comes out of the turn mere centimeters from touching the other boy’s bike. And instead of moving away for one final drag toward the finish line, he leans in, the front of his swoop catching the back of the beat-up one ahead of him.
The kid feels it instantly, the wrenching movement of his speeder flying out of his control. He tries desperately to keep it steady, but it’s no use. In a blink his bike is sideways on the track, sending him crashing into the barriers on the side as Delan speeds to the finish line and to the win.
This time Wedge can actually hear the girl cursing, even over the roar of the crowd celebrating Delan’s victory and undoubtedly their own gambling wins. While he knows it wasn’t technically an illegal move on Delan’s part to knock the other racer out of the way, he does agree with her that it made him look like a “karking asshole.”
His gaze returns to the crash site, where miraculously the racer has already started untangling himself from the gnarly wreck unscathed. Moving with much more urgency now than before his races, the young man stands and angrily rips off his helmet.
And once again Wedge realizes how wrong he’s been.
The racer isn’t a young man at all. It’s another teenage girl, this one with short, dirty blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. Eyes that seem intent on hunting down the man who’d wronged her.
She makes it only a handful of steps in the direction of the finish line before the other girl leaps over the barrier between the stands and the track to stop her.
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tom and shiv for the ship bingo since I see you’re a succession girlie
they were exes from the moment they began dating and they will eventually kill each other 🫡
ship opinion bingo!
#asks#kestreldawn#love tom and shiv#in the sense that they're like super fucked up#not because it's a good ship in any way LMFAO#but boy i love watching this flaming dumpster fire
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seriously can’t believe people still push this narrative of “rogue one was a mess and gilroy saved everything” (I mean, he acts completely arrogant about it and people just accept whatever he says lolll) but since they wanna shit on gareth and say he didn’t get important jobs since (besides the creator) I’d loveee to know from them where are gilroy’s important projects since rogue one besides andor lmao. oh yes he did an movie with heavy anti arab tones and nothing more 💀
I think it's possible that Gareth Edwards wasn't given enough time to do Rogue One as he'd like. I mean he's spent five years or so developing his newest film. It's insane to me that like idk people act like he didn't have a LOT to do with Rogue One, or like his style isn't all over it. I see the differences in scenes like Cassian's introduction, that has Gilroy all over it, but yeah it's so aggravating when it's probably mostly the studio and Disney's fault (and my OPINION is that it's because Disney wanted a new Star War out every year so the timeline was shorter than it should have been. That's why Gilroy says it's the best film it could be with the financial and time constraints given. But that is pure speculation).
Also lol I mean projects take time. Yeah Gilroy has spent a lot of time on Andor. He's also yeah lmao I'm not even going to touch the shitty things he's written and said, because as much as I think overall his politics are actually quite good he has that white leftist thing where he speaks out of his ass on race/ethnicity and it's like... bro. Naur. Brau.
And the anti-arab thing jfc it's so gross and so common in Hollywood, like what the actual fuck. So many "respected" filmmakers do horrible pro-imperialist hot take hot garbage projects that throw vaguely brown people from the global south under every racist bus.
I still can't get over his comments about Diego's accent needing to be explained lmaooooo literally seething still.
#good lord tony what is your problem#kestreldawn#asks#answered#rogue one#racism#xenophobia#colonialism#imperialism#thanks bob iger 🙃
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don’t say you love me - for @kestreldawn here’s the first part of your R1 Crew exchange fic! <3
Jyn's been in love with Cassian for eight years, but she never thought he felt the same. Right?
Things get a little interesting when he asks her to be his fake girlfriend for a weekend...
read it on ao3 or down below
“No,” Jyn said, as stern as she could manage.
It didn’t really move Cassian. He was stubborn once he set his mind on something, ready to move mountains to get his way. Just like her in that regard. It was admirable sometimes, infuriating other times.
Like now. When she was trying really hard not to give in.
He gave her his best puppy dog eyes that she was all too familiar with, and she resisted the urge to groan and cover her face.
“Please.”
“Cassian —”
“Please.”
Goddamn brown eyes. They would be the death of her one day.
“This is so stupid!” Jyn cried, throwing her hands up in the air. “Just tell her you’re not dating anyone.”
“I would if Kerri hadn’t meddled,” he grumbled, annoyance leaking into his tone. Clearly, he wasn’t entirely pleased with the situation either.
Jyn barely understood what the situation even was. Apparently, Cassian told his mother last week that he was dating someone just to get her off his back. She’d been making offhanded remarks about his love life ever since Jyn could remember; that was nothing new. Though the implication that he was a womanizer was wildly exaggerated, if you asked Jyn, and she would know because she paid attention. But Maarva seemed to believe it, and Cassian seemed to be losing his patience.
It’d gotten worse the older he got. Perhaps it was excusable when Cassian was young, still finding his way in life and exploring his options, but now that he was nearing 27, Maarva thought he was mature enough to have a stable life, a stable job, a stable relationship. He had two out of three boxes checked, but the last one was a hit and miss. Apparently, Cassian had enough of listening to her jabs about it, not that she could blame him. Hence the lie.
Problem was that Maarva hadn’t believed him at first so Kerri stepped in to say he was dating no other than Jyn herself. Best friends of almost eight years, she’d been in love with him for nearly just as long. He didn’t feel the same, but that was something she’d made her peace with a long time ago. Sort of.
It was easier sometimes than others. But there was no way she was surviving an entire weekend pretending to be his girlfriend. Nope, no way.
She wasn’t doing it.
Why Kerri would even mention her name, Jyn had no idea, but she didn’t appreciate being dragged into this mess. The Andor family drama was a lot to handle on a good day, let alone when you were personally involved. She wanted to be supportive, but even she had her limits.
Cassian was on his own with this one. Or so she tried to tell him (and herself).
Just one short weekend, he begged her. I’ll cook for you for a month, he promised her. Pretty words, but it wouldn’t be worth the hell she’d have to endure.
“Just tell her Kerri lied.”
Cassian let out a long-suffering groan. “So that she won’t talk to either of us for a month? I’m not in the mood for the silent treatment.”
Sometimes Jyn was glad she was spared the melodrama that came with families. At least nobody ever pestered her about dating. Or going to school, getting a job, buying a house. Nobody cared what she did, if she succeeded in life or failed.
Okay, maybe she did want the drama if it meant someone loved her. But Cassian looked like he’d gladly trade places with her right about now.
And looking at him, Jyn knew this ran a lot deeper than just needing a fake girlfriend for the weekend. Cassian’s mommy issues were a mile long, and the state of his love life was just icing on the cake. She couldn’t pretend she understood every single intricacy of their complicated relationship, but she knew enough. She knew this was a sore spot for him.
And now she was sympathizing. Great. This was so not the direction she should go down if she wanted to avoid saying yes. Cassian will smell blood in the water and jump at the chance to rope her in. He knew her too well; he’d notice her resolve was wavering, and he’d do anything to completely demolish it. Maarva brought out the irrational part of him.
Still, she deflated a bit, softening her tone when she spoke. “You don’t need her approval, you know.”
Cassian’s face shuttered. The shrug he gave her was forced, his jaw tight. He didn’t quite meet her eyes as he answered, “I’m not looking for it.”
Sure. And she was the Queen of England.
“Then you can tell her it’s not true, right?”
“But Jyn,” he groaned again, raising his big brown eyes back to her face. Goddammit. Sometimes she could swear he knew what it did to her and used it on purpose. Which was just very unfair of him if true. “That just gives her more ammunition to pester me with!”
Jyn withheld a whine. This cold war between him and his mother was exhausting. But of course, she was on Cassian’s side, always.
Which was why she relented. Like they both knew deep down that she would.
“Fine,” she gritted through clenched teeth, letting her displeasure known through her voice. Cassian’s eyes lit up, but she went on without giving him a chance to talk. “But it’s on my terms, my rules. I get to decide how this goes, and I reserve the right to change my mind at any time.”
“Of course,” he agreed all too eagerly, his eyes earnest. “I’d never make you do anything you’re not comfortable with. All you have to do is show up and not laugh in my mom’s face when she asks if you’re my girlfriend.”
As if there was anything laughable about that.
“Right. For the record, I still think you’re crazy.”
“Crazy or dedicated?” He gave her an infuriating smile that made her heart skip a beat.
“Crazy,” she emphasized, but her lips curled into a twin smile. “Good thing I am too.”
A match made in heaven, no?
Here’s hoping Maarva thought so and didn’t immediately sniff out their bullshit.
But as Jyn thought about the weekend ahead, her heart pounded and her hands shook. She was really doing this. She was going to pretend to be the girlfriend of the man she’d been in love with for years. What could possibly go wrong, right?
Jyn was pretty sure she’d seen this movie before.
#rebelcaptain#therebelcaptainnetwork#dailyrebelcaptain#kestreldawn#my fics#rogue one#rogue one crew#*rebelcaptain#*graphics#not maarva-friendly but i tried to be as fair as i can be#sorry not sorry#fake dating au
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friends to lovers for the trope game!
No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know
Huh, I would've said this was a No - I certainly don't look for them - but when I thought about it, I've read a few that were excellent.
(I'd say this is the kind of story that can really show a writer's weaknesses. They have to be capable of showing why these characters are friends, why they haven't acted on their attraction, and why/how things between them change. If the answer is just "because that's how the trope works" it's pretty boring.)
[ send me a trope and I’ll rate it ]
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💌 Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome. 💌
Thank you💕💞💗🥺
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Send this to ten other bloggers that you think are wonderful. Keep the game going, make someone smile!!! 💕
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can’t stop thinking about your rebelcaptain x fleabag post, you ruined me (affectionate) 😭
HAHA I'm so sorry. I ruin myself honestly :')
Me, thinking about a Fleabag AU where Cassian is the only one that sees Jyn for who she really is. Him, really wanting to know everything about her and showing interest. Her, pulling back because she's scared of being vulnerable and is used to deflecting when people try. She feels exposed under his gaze and that's frightening but they finally take the chance only for outside forces to pull them apart again. YES I AM FINE WHY DO YOU ASK 🙂🙃🙂🙃
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6 and 10!
which ship fans are the most annoying?
listen. ok. i have multiple beloved mutuals who ship r/ylo and i respect them deeply and this is not directed at them. but like. yikes. some of those fans drive me insane even WITH my very comprehensive blacklist. also the fic for them seems to appear en masse in literally every single ship tag i've ever been interested in on ao3 and i resent that.
worst part of fanon
oh there are SO many answers to this 😭😭 definitely not a fan of the precious-cinnamon-roll-uwu treatment bodhi often gets. also, and i don't see this quite as often, but when k2's only trait is mean to jyn or even just mean in general, that annoys me.
#not getting into rebelcaptain fanon because that particular can of worms is not one i want to open rn#thank you for the ask <3#answer#kestreldawn
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