Based on a conversation about accents with @cassianandorjyn, and inspired by Finding Your Voice by @sleepykalena, I present to you: the K-2SO and Cassian Dream Team That Could Have Been.
Being that:
1. Accents are a piece of our identity. (As cassianandorjyn put it in their fic, heart as my compass; stars as my path, a man with an accent “carries his home with him.”)
2. The Empire is strongly associated with RP British accents.
3. Cassian freed K-2SO from serving the Empire and gave him free will.
4. K-2SO High Key hero worships Cassian,
then clearly, when he was reprogrammed, K-2 should have chosen a Mexican accent for himself, to sound like The Coolest Captain Of The Rebellion.
Which leads us to ask: who would then play K-2SO? We would need an actor who
1. is Mexican.
2. is good at many accents, because K-2 is supposed to be working with a spy so he should be good at fitting in in different places. (Also because in the inevitable prequel film, K-2 and Cassian: Before They Went Rogue, there will obviously be a scene during the reprogramming, in which K-2 tries out various accents – space!Chilean, space!Spanish, space!Argentine, etc – before choosing one that just happens to sound like his knight in shining armor.)
3. has a good rapport with Diego Luna.
I therefore humbly submit before you the retroactive fancasting of Cassian Andor and K-2SO:
Tag: my work
That hurts. Long journal entry about that tonight.
Inspired by:
Carlton Drake fighting Eddie Brock without their respective symbiotes intact was fucking hilarious because you got this veggie smoothie-slurping twink trying to fight this garbage-eating, tater tot-filled twunk at an air shuttle takeoff site like that’s trying to one-up the airport parking lot fight from Civil War in all the wrong ways. It’s like a noodle slapping at a breadstick.
- The funniest line in the film.
Dear Diary,
Tried a new smoothie recipe today. It called for equal parts kale and spinach, but I find that a two to three ratio allows spinach’s more subtle flavors to shine. It just tastes that much more GREEN, if that makes any sense.
I’ve been experimenting with a phenethylamine-rich diet, too. Apparently, phenethylamine increases creativity and positive mood, which is something I’ve been struggling with lately. You’d think, after more than thirty years of it, that I’d be used to being called crazy. Always alone with my notebook during recess. Unable to connect to the other kids in robotics club. No boyfriend for the entirety of high school OR undergraduate. Well, I can blame that one on being so much younger and smarter than everyone else, but still. It was lonely.
Sometimes I STILL feel lonely. And maybe, just maybe, I AM the crazy one.
No. That can’t be right. Crazy is unchecked ravaging of the environment. Crazy is 800 million people starving – ONE IN NINE! – when there is not actually a food shortage, just capitalistically-motivated mismanagement. Crazy is all the racist, misogynist, anti-immigrant, anti-science, ANTI-HUMANITY fascists being voted into power. What I’M doing is trying to save the world.
Even if it feels like it doesn’t DESERVE to be saved by me. “Crazy.” I can’t believe people are still calling me crazy. Well, that’s what they said about Einstein, Ramanujan, Marie Curie, all the way back to Galileo. Sanity isn’t a popularity contest. It’s about vision.
Still. A boyfriend would be nice.
It’s fine, though. I’ll have no trouble finding a boyfriend when I’m leading humanity to their salvation, in a solar system far, far away.
In the meantime, I’ve got chocolate. (For the phenethylamine.)
As always, yours sincerely,
Carlton Drake
7-7-7
tagged by @cynical-harlequin
The rules are as follows. Go to page 7 (or paragraph 7, if not that long) of your WIP then go to the 7th line, share 7 lines and tag 7 more writers to continue the challenge.
Bodhi crossed his arms, eyes narrowed. “And what if I just wanted to ask how you are?” he asked with all the indignance he could muster.
“Feel free to ask me now.”
Bodhi could almost hear the raised eyebrow in K-2’s tone, despite K’s lack of eyebrows. He faltered. “Er… How are you?” he asked awkwardly.
“I am perfectly neutral, thank you. And you?”
I never tag people though, not because I don’t want to hear your beautiful things but because I don’t want anyone to feel pressure. But all my lovely mutuals, feel free to add on!
“See? I told you you wouldn’t be the only woman here.”
“It doesn’t actually count as mansplaining when you’re not mortal. Now, what you were trying to say is…”
Rebellions are built on hope – but what happens next? – AliciaSinCiudad – Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016) [Archive of Our Own]
Written for Cassian Andor Appreciation Week, back in July, freshly edited and posted on AO3.
Day 5: Favorite Dynamic/Relationship ❙ Alternative prompt: Hope
The war is over, but not everyone is celebrating. Cassian tries to cheer Luke Skywalker up.
Sounds and Silence – AliciaSinCiudad – Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016) [Archive of Our Own]
A short piece of fluff I wrote for Cassian Andor Appreciation Week, now slightly edited and on AO3.
Day Four: Silence
Sounds and Silence – AliciaSinCiudad – Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016) [Archive of Our Own]
Dreams – AliciaSinCiudad – Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016) [Archive of Our Own]
A short fic I wrote for Cassian Andor Appreciation Week, now slightly edited and on AO3.
Day One: Dreams
Dreams – AliciaSinCiudad – Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016) [Archive of Our Own]
Rebuilding: A New Hope – newly edited
This is not the first Rogue One fanfic I wrote, but it’s the most dear to me. I wrote it over a year ago, and it ended up sparking a loose series that I am still not done with yet.
After rewriting another story I’d written, which @dasakuryo was kind enough to point out had some very problematic implications, I decided to go back and rewrite the whole series, starting with the first story. About a month later, here are the results.
A New Hope
It was strange, Bodhi mused, coming back to his room and knowing that he would find Cassian there. That he would always find Cassian there. That he would still be there in the morning, every morning, without fail. There were no more missions, no more battles. No more sleepless nights spent worrying uselessly. No more mornings waking up feeling guilty for not having worried uselessly.
Cassian was safe. Bodhi was safe. The world they lived on was safe.
It was nice, of course. Bodhi wasn’t complaining. It was just strange. After so many years of chaos and war, he just wasn’t used to calm. The false calm of the eye of the storm, yes. Real calm, no.
Bodhi opened the door to his room, and, sure enough, Cassian was there. He sat on the floor, his back propped up against the bed,
a small purple capsule in his hand.
continue reading on AO3: A New Hope
(Note: You must be signed in to read this story. Trigger warnings for mention of addiction and suicidal ideation.)
Rebellions are built on hope 