rebelcaptain (Jyn/Cassian)
You know, Cassian’s face is always toooo close to Jyn.
Tag: Cassian Andor
Would you be down with a Rogue one trilogy? What could the other two movies have covered?
AHHH I saw this anon right when it was sent and I was like ooh I’ll have to give them a good response and then. Forgot.
I really love the Rogue One movie as it is, there’s a great depth and tragedy with that whole tale unfolding in the span of two-ish hours. But there’s always the craving for more, and honestly I wouldn’t mind prequels? We basically have a firm grasp on Jyn’s backstory, as we get what’s important in the movie and Catalyst and Rebel Rising fill in the details and the rest is up to fanfiction, but just… Cassian. Bodhi. You could do a whole film on each of them.
Bodhi…. Bodhi’s life is the life of any member of the diaspora. The film opens to a not idyllic but comparatively peaceful (loud and bright and colourful, but peaceful) world, heavy with faith and layers and layers of ancient history. So many languages, cultures, small conflicts and great architecture, so much history. You stand at the heart of Jedha and at once feel like a tiny pinprick in the ocean of the Force, a small insignificant point in the grand sprawl of galactic history. But you also feel at home, loved. These people are kind, the children playing football in the alleys call you older brother when they ask you to pass the ball back to them. Sure, there are pickpockets and tricksters looking to swipe credits from starry-eyed offworld tourists, but this is life. Jedha is Life itself.
Bodhi is born into a loving family. Three faces peer into his cradle: his mother, father, older sister. And then the barrage of aunts and uncles and grandparents coming to gift treats and trinkets and blessings. His life is gold and brown and red and orange and yellow; warm even in the cold, well fed even while experiencing no great Coruscanti luxury. His father sinks in and out of the picture. War is brewing, the Force has a metallic taste to it, but it’s like the clouds on a sunny day. Offering shade, almost. Something that can be ignored.
(512): Don’t worry, I’m sure your thrusting skills are on point.
@basada-en-la-esperanza requested: The smell of freshly baked bread + sniperpilot
Maroon curtains dance lazily, their intermittent swaying allowing Jedha’s star to set the golden stitches of his mother’s kameez aflame. Her bangles catch the same sparkle as she pulls the tray from the oven.
These new fangled nanowave ovens are more finnicky than the stone ones we used when I was your age, she laments. His sister rolls her eyes; being the elder child she’s heard every complaint to cross their mother’s lips a thousand times at least, or so she claims.
Bodhi, however, ignores their troubles and is preoccupied with the aroma wafting from the tray. The sweet warmth fills the air, his nose, his every thought. Already he can taste the syrupy sunburst dates, the soft flavoured dough melting in his mouth.
So far ahead of yourself, beta, his mother chides, shooing him away from the piping hot tray and imminent burns. What did I tell you? Patience. All good things come to those who wait.
Bodhi nods, soundlessly stepping away. She prods the loaf with a fork. He doesn’t bother to catalogue every minute detail, as he will later in life; because now he thinks there will be many more loaves to slice and cashews to roast and cold almond milk to wash it all down with.
He’s forgotten the scent of the oils in his sister’s braids and the pattern of his mother’s dishcloth. He can’t remember what their kitchen even looked like; nor can he recall his mother’s voice. He only recalls her hacking coughs and delirious rambles; the hoot of watchful birds and the crackle of stormtroopers’ commands.
Bodhi does remember the recipe, and as he pulls the tray out of the oven he thanks the almighty for granting him that sole mercy. God-willing it will taste just right, or close enough.
Close enough is just as valuable as perfection, these days.
The scent wafts up to his nose, and the mere hint of cardamom manages to clear away years and years of stale cockpits and musty quarters.
“That smells fantastic,” Cassian says, leaning over Bodhi’s shoulder.
Bodhi sets the loaf down to cool and turns to regard his companion with a slight smirk. “You’ll have to wait for it to cool,” he says, brushing flour off the bridge of Cassian’s nose. “Good things come to those who wait.”
Cassian cracks a smile at that, one of his not-as-rare-anymore ones that reaches his eyes and makes them twinkle.
Then his expression shifts, the dark brown of his eyes growing mischevious, and Bodhi has half a second before Cassian’s arms are around his waist and face burrowed against his neck. He thinks about playfully swatting him away, but the loaf has to cool and they have time, so much time, so he sighs, shifting his weight to rest against Cassian.
Cassian’s stubble brushes against Bodhi’s pulse.
“I know a thing or two about waiting for good things.”
“Oh?”
Bodhi grins, the heat spreading to his face; and he’s soon reminded Cassian’s lips are capable of a sweetness outshining measly sunbursts.
a nugget of a treat for @sniperpilot-prompts: 3: My cute neighbor goes all out with the Halloween decorations. It’s going to look great if he doesn’t kill himself first.
Bodhi is on his roof.
Cassian is not surprised.
Bodhi is not wearing a harness.
Cassian pinches his nose. Safety hazard! his mind screams. Not that people around here don’t regularly sit on the rooftops, especially while drunk.
Still. Nobody’s holding the ladder resting precariously on the edge of Bodhi’s front steps, either. It’s all a disaster waiting to happen right outside his window.
Naturally, Cassian’s response is to shut his laptop, shrug on a jacket over his worn green hoodie, slip on his boots, and head outside.
The chill nips at him immediately. October’s end is showing it’s ugly fangs, and Cassian shoves his hands into the depths of his pockets. The jacket is sort of overkill for the season, but Cassian has always preferred being too warm over being slightly cold. The socks Jyn attempted to knit him are a proof of that – for all their wretched appearance he wears them regularly every day after the first 0-degree night.
“Do you need any help?”
left a year ago / right tweaked version?
tried to change some colors and lights… i think bottom one is too dark???????? still not satisfied with them but don’t know what to do :S maybe i’ll try this again next year!
R1 Anatomy Canons: Jyn & Cassian
Motivated by this post from @basada-en-la-esperanza
[For an everybody-lives au, not necessarily in any of my ‘verses or fics]
~ I know there’s a post out there somewhere defining all of these but for the life of me I can’t find it so I’m just guessing
(P.S. if you know where that post is PLS LET ME KNOW it will bother me)
Okay back to content:
Headcanons:
J: If Jyn had received a formal education, she would’ve been recognized as a genius. But as it is, everything she knows she basically taught herself, and even if her knowledge is incomplete or biased in certain ways, it’s super impressive.
C: Basic was the first language Cassian learned after his native one, and the hardest to master. He knows several other languages now, all of them better than he knows Basic.Heartcanons:
J: Jyn’s been in love before. At one point, while bouncing around the Galaxy between Saw’s abandonment and Wobani, she met another slicer and fell in love with them. She didn’t mean to, it just happened. When she realized how far in she was, she left them in the middle of the night, with no warning or note. She changed her identity and never saw them again. It was her first and only relationship before Cassian.
C: Cassian’s secretly sentimental. He has keepsakes and mementos hidden in his room even though he’s never sure he’ll come back to base. He’d leave them in a heartbeat if he had to, but he still has them.Gutcanons:
J: Jyn has spent significant periods of time food insecure, and is an expert at rationing, because she can’t fight if she’s weak. She never wastes anything from the Rebellion canteen, and Cassian gets used to finding odd bits of food hidden around their quarters.
C: Cassian will always lose a hand-to-hand fight against Jyn. Every single time. He secretly likes it though 😉Junkcanons:
J: Jyn is a sass master, outdone only by Kay. (looks Cassian dead in the eye- “I found this blaster.”) Fight me
C: Cassian’s alcohol tolerance is garbageSpleencanons
J: Jyn has never compromised her central morals– even at her most desperate. She never worked for an Empire sympathizer, and never stole from someone she didn’t determine deserved it.
C: After Eadu, Cassian never lies to Jyn again. Not even a lie of omission
Anatomy-canons for Cassian Andor
Inspired by this post by @chamerionwrites, in which @sassysnowperson asked for “ALL the anatomy cannons for Cassian Andor :D”
Headcanon: We all know Cassian Andor has “been in this fight since [he] was SIX YEARS OLD,” and there are different theories to his particular role at a young age.
I go with “he was small and harmless-looking, so he did a lot of info-gathering in crowded places, message running, deliveries, etc.” Until he had an unfortunately early growth spurt, and the errands that earned him his (almost) daily bread dried up.
So after a bit of research, tall-for-his-age twelve-year-old Cassian Andor barters, manipulates, or stows-away his way to an out-of-the-way planet/moon with a younger recruitment age for The Alliance to Restore the (and this is where Cassian’s disgust *almost* but *not quite* outweighs the hunger pains) Republic. He poses as a short-for-his-age sixteen year old, and while the recruiter doesn’t quite believe him, especially when Cassian is a little too insistent about his legal documents having been destroyed in a bombing, the Alliance is desperate, and the boy looks so hungry.
The recruiter gives Cassian the “standard” three days worth of Ration Packs along with his uniform and new papers. She pretends not to notice that his hands are shaking when he takes the rations, and he pretends not to notice her surreptitiously filling out a “rations lost to spoilage” report form.
Heartcanon: Cassian is aware of being physically attractive the way he is aware of his running speed or his skills with a blaster. He has cultivated numerous charming personalities, tailored to fit the desires of different marks.
The idea of anyone liking, or falling for, Cassian Andor himself makes about as much sense as getting dehydrated on Eadu. There is not a Cassian Andor to like, or to fall in love with. K-2SO is the exception to this, as he is the only person (and yes, he is a person, regardless of his mechanical status) who actually knows Cassian for who he is.
On the other hand, Cassian reprogrammed K-2 to break his loyalty to the Empire. Cassian is a pretty good slicer, but it’s possible that some of the loyalty subroutine wasn’t broken so much as transferred. So he can’t 100% trust K-2′s friendship as deserved either.
(And if we’re going with the “everyone lived / nobody died” AU’s, then Jyn and Bodhi and whoever else befriends / falls in love with him, work *very hard* with him on undoing all these beliefs. They cannot do it for him, but they can be there for him as he slowly rebuilds his sense of self.)
Gutcanon: At some point, probably years before the events of Rogue One, Cassian finds out that Draven was directly or indirectly responsible for the death of his father back on Fest. (Unlike Cassian, Draven was never a Seperatist, has been with the Republic all along.)
Draven may or may not know that Cassian knows. Draven may or may not know himself that this is the case. It’s not like “Cassian Andor” is Cassian’s real name, so it would be hard to build a link between him and the man shot down in a Seperatist protest decades ago.
In any case, Cassian’s feelings when Draven tells him to kill Jyn’s father are… irrelevant. Cassian’s feelings are irrelevant. Because there’s a Job To Do.
Junkcanon: LOL, I’m super Ace.
BTW someone started writing a sniperpilot story where Cassian is Ace, and it was awesome! They never finished it that I know of, but just having it as a concept makes me very very happy.
So sure, let’s say Cassian is Ace, which frankly just makes his job as a spy/seductor easier because all he feels during the seductiony bits is a quiet remove, leaving him free to notice all sorts of things while his mark is distracted.
Spleencanon: Cassian has a lot of feelings about his file saying “Cassian Jeron Andor” instead of “Casian Jerón Ándor.” But it’s not his real name, so it’s fine. It’s fine. (But really? Where did that extra ‘s’ come from? Doesn’t matter. It’s Fine.)
Rebellions are built on hope 