kassanari! an independent, mutuals only portrayal of kassa / cassian andor from the star wars universe. taking primary inspiration from the andor television series, rogue one: a star wars story, and personal headcanon and interpretation. broadcasted to your local dashboard by jj / theythem / southeast asian / twenty5+ / pacific timezone. this blog is multi-verse and highly crossover & oc friendly, with verses including: high fantasy, comics, modern, and more. mobile-friendly rules below.
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eternally sporadic activity, characterized by bouts of inspiration. sometimes i'm super active, other times i'm on one of my other blogs! my mind is constantly bouncing somewhere, but in no way does it indicate a lack of interest for threads and connections. it's just how i work! i also work full-time and am mostly active on weekdays.
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this blog will feature mature content, specifically in terms of nsfw, substance use, self harm, brief mentions of sexual assault, mental illness, talks of gender identity and dysphoria, and more. all will be tagged as 'trigger tw'.
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open to plotting via ims or disc, but the primary way to kickstart interactions is via memes. i tend to be very slow with getting back to people and prefer to just write! please feel free to send memes of any kind, even if it's testing the waters of antagonistic or romantic.
EEEP! thank you all who have sent me memes <3 i think i'm gonna take a different approach to this blog and test something out to see if it eases my burnout aka not immediately posting but fill up my queue w/ them instead??? we'll see if that works!
i'm also still sending out memes gradually but alas! ask limit is my enemy! so they will come eventually. and just in general, thank you for the love you've shown me on laura so far <3 i've been wanting to write her for millenia now and i'm really excited and hope i can build long lasting connections w/ her and all of your muses :')
my activity will be low-ISH this week but mostly just on the 24th. i hope you are all spending time with loved ones regardless of what holiday you celebrate, if any. and if not, i hope you are being gentle with yourself and that this community can maybe offer some respite to you during these times <3
6CLAWED, AN INDEPENDENT LAURA KINNEY, BY JJ. i'm not x-23. i'm not your experiment. i'm not your f**king property! you are the last person who will ever think they can own me. NO ONE OWNS ME— i'm not a thing. i'm laura kinney! i'm the daughter of sarah. i'm the daughter of logan. I'M WOLVERINE!
COMMS, RECEIVED: do y’have a death wish or something? / @anmaries.
HIS METHODOLOGY HASN'T ALWAYS BEEN GRACEFUL, NOR FOLLOWED PROTOCOL, FOR THAT MATTER. cassian's focus remained on getting the job done, and if that meant an obscured exit, one filled with last-minute maneuvers and sifting through smoke with out-of-commission ear drums for the next few hours, then so be it. he doesn't acknowledge rogue's comment, not immediately, with attention rapt with the pulsing of their transport's engine, one that made its descent with a resounding bass that tugs at the root— half annoyance, half relief. SHE SHOULD BE GRATEFUL THAT SHE EVEN HAS THE CHANCE TO MOUTH OFF, ESPECIALLY AFTER AN IMPERIAL AMBUSH. but, even he couldn't hide behind sheer good luck anymore, excusing recklessness with his mortality and only a few scrapes as a testament to his wit. though, it was hardly such, at least this time around. PRIDE, PRIDE, PRIDE... THAT WAS ALL IT WAS WITH CASSIAN ANDOR!
" if i did, you, of all people, would not be here. " HE DOESN'T MEAN IT, BUT THE SILENCE THAT SPREADS AMONGST THE CREW ALREADY SPEAKS TO ITS PERMANENCE, WORDS AND THEIR MEANINGS THAT COULDN'T EASILY BE SHED. " ——— does that answer your question? " and even with the double-down, cassian is crumpling in on himself, the swish of canvas ringing as his arms fold over his chest. the captain squeezes, tightens his own arms around himself with every lingering moment, steadying a heartbeat fed nothing but adrenol. he doesn't want them to see the way his hands still shake beneath all the fabric.
i hate that i'm back to e-begging, it's a position i've never wanted to be in ever again, but the landlord just burst in through my door today demanding $1400 in back rent today. i've had a bad run of months where i simply wasn't getting enough shifts to cover all my rent (the restaurant is moving venues) and now i've dug myself a hole i can't get out of. i've tried my best to pay most of it off while looking for a new job/new apartment but i guess the stars just didn't align. it's my fault, i know it's my fault, but right now i don't have another option
i'm a trans woman living abroad if that's worth any sympathy, idk
i thought i put this somewhere but cassian, to most people, is just referred to as 'andor' or 'captain andor' if you work with him. his first name is hardly revealed to others despite me putting it in-text and will only tell someone if he truly trusts them.
her brows knit at his words—fate, the universe, the force. it’s a sentiment she’s heard countless times throughout the galaxy: everything happens for a reason. (krypton, your home planet? its destruction had a purpose! WHAT PURPOSE—MY OWN ANGUISH?) she knows whenever she’s told the concept, it’s never meant in harm or cruelty—it doesn’t stop it from sounding that way ever. the idea is laughable and in suit, a laugh escapes her mouth before she’s able to stop herself. ❝ kryptonian scholars loved that story too. makes it easier to sleep at night when you tell yourself the universe had its plan, and there was nothing you could to change it, right? ❞ she chuckles, rolling her eyes afterward. her true feelings exposed toward the viewpoint. focusing her attention on her hands, kara flexes her fingers to loosen the growing tension. ❝ honestly, fate can take credit all it wants, i don’t really care. but i don’t buy that losing once means you’re meant to lose forever. ❞ and that’s how the last fifteen years have felt.
he looked, for once, really did— as a colleague, perhaps a even friend, with cassian's own eyes stretched across the expanse of her face as she spoke, making note of each tell she gave as words were not just acknowledged, but felt by the captain. cassian didn't care much for history, these personal divulgences that turn someone from a soldier into a friend, because that's when they became a real target of the empire. THEY BECAME ANOTHER HOME, another corner in which you can etch yourself into, only for it to inevitably fall like your last. kara wore krypton like a badge of pride, WHILE KENARI WAS LOCKED AWAY, as if the mention of his home, a community who loved him, was a clandestine tale. " and what would those same scholars think of it now? " IF THEY WERE GIVEN THE CHANCE. regret seemed to usher in the moment those words left his lips— raw, unfiltered; only madmen dealt in hypotheticals, driving themselves to the brink of insanity with chance and what ifs. they couldn't, and it ended there. the simple fact of their inexistence. he shook his head, as if to scrub back his questioning, a chuckle to fill the space. " they might just tell me to go fuck myself for saying that. "
hook, line, and sinker! she turns her head in his direction, initially surprised by the change of tune with his words. it’s not a change of song, but it is a change of tempo. (what was once on life support has finally got some life back in it.) ❝ oh? i see now: you can actually talk to me—you just choose not to. ❞ she teases, but leaves it solely at that. decides it’s better not to push her luck in the moment and rather indulge in this brief moment of shared camaraderie between them. (who knows how long it’ll last for. or before something comes through from the rebellion, requesting their immediate and urgent attention.) letting out a soft snort, kara’s shoulders meekly raise in response to his question. ❝ i fell. tripped at the very end because i was running too fast, and she made it across the finish line before me. ❞ and the following day, krypton ceased to exist, leaving a rematch impossible. kara would’ve very much liked a rematch.
HE HAD TO ADMIT, EVERYTHING ABOUT KARA'S DELIVERY PROVIDED THE PERFECT LAY-UP FOR AMUSEMENT, ENOUGH TO MAKE THE RIGHT CORNER OF HIS LIP TWITCH. as early as cassian noticed it, his reflex to tamper it down had already beat him to the punch. " what we do doesn't provide much time for talking. " not like this, nothing meaningful in the way the krypton-born woman sought for. of course, that was a faulty excuse, with hours of travel providing ample time for getting to know each other... AT LEAST, when not in the line of fire of armed spacecrafts. " there's a tale about that, i believe. " with his words only erupting after moments of pause, severing the dull whirr of the engine, a white noise that became comforting after years of exposure. " some story about fate, how you were meant to lose that day, because the universe or the force willed it so— maarva told me about it. all sounds like baantha poodoo to me. "
