RAGE AGAINST.

𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚛.

[ragedagainst]

"jyn, i think, never knew the effect she had on others—never realized the intensity of her own humanity or the presence she brought to a room. she was, as expected, troubled and quarrelsome; she was also impossible to ignore or forget."

RAGE AGAINST. a private and selective rp blog for JYN ERSO from star wars: rogue one. headcanon-based and canon divergent with the main verse set during the original trilogy.

001. carrd 002. ask memes 003. template credit

[ragedagainst]

with the power vested in me by god and jyn er.so, i now legally declare that it is canon* that jyn has torn someone's throat out with her teeth

[ragedagainst]

❛ i had real suffering and i lost everything, my vocation, my faith, my family… ❜

all war does is take. this is a story that jyn has heard time and time again from sentients across the galaxy. she has felt loss so keenly and so frequently that it feels normal, has learned not to hold too tightly onto something that will only be ripped away. the empire has ruined hundreds of thousands of lives and killed just as many -- a lesson she'd been taught at a young age.

( ' you're not the only one who lost everyone. some of us just decided to do something about it. ' )

" welcome to the rebellion, " jyn says dryly, though not unkindly. it's not that she doesn't sympathize, but there are people here who have lost their entire planet. she crosses her arms over her chest, looking the other up and down. she doesn't really have time to play tour guide right now, but she can spare a minute in the spirt of ' finally deciding to do something about it. ' she raises a brow. " you lost ? "

[feral-ballad]

I could kill in the name of you and think it worth it. Brandish a fork and terrorize rivals, female and male, who loiter and look at you, languid in your light.

Sandra Cisneros, from Loose Woman: Poems; "You Bring Out the Mexican in Me"

[prkh]

[ ... ✩ 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃 ᵎ Ꭵdent : @ragedagainst — " you can judge me all you want.

" no judgement here. " ramya's shoulders point themselves forward, palm catching her chin as she leans closer into the midpoint of her workshop's front desk : the muted blue - greys of her holoprojectors that display an arrangement of ships innards a clear focus on defensive and offensive mechanics painting her face something pale. parekh's mod's clientele varied from just about anything ones line of imagination can span ... pike syndicates and their demands for strength in engines and shields, to the scum and villainy that scour the streets of little slugland with their eyes to the floor and trigger finger eager. when it comes to business, morality is no factor. carries little weight. when it comes to personal connection, however ? " you gotta do what you gotta do to get by, short, dark & moody. rami gets it. " perhaps better than anyone she'll meet today.

[ragedagainst]

" remember that comment when you see the speeder, " jyn mutters sourly, lips twisting. in the brief amount of time she's known ramya parekh, she's come to the realization that parekh is very particular about anything mechanical. she's beginning to suspect that jyn could be the absolute worst kind of person in the galaxy and parekh wouldn't judge her . . . so long as her vehicles were well-maintained. maybe she should have gone to the chop shop a little further down the block. mentally fortifying herself, jyn leans forward, bracing her forearm against the counter. though she does her best to ignore the other woman's attempt at familiarity ( short, dark, and moody -- fucking seriously ? ), she can't quite hide her irritation. " listen. i don't need anything fancy. it's not mine. just need it back up and running for a few more days. " she bristles, then adds on pointedly, all too aware of the hidden fees and random surcharges that vendors tack on for no reason at all, " that's all. "

[ragedagainst]

i don't tend to think of jyn in terms of top or bottom/dominant or submissive because she's truly the most attracted someone when they're on a relatively even playing field (both in the bedroom and outside). she's more on the aggressive side and likes to "wrestle" for control -- biting, bruising, shoving someone up to a wall (all consensually, of course) -- and having her partner give as good as they get.

she's partial to being on top solely due to the fact that she's less vulnerable than when she's on her back but if she's with someone she trusts, she's less bothered by it. it also gives her ample opportunities to startle her partner by flipping them over and wrestling control back.

that being said, her partner can get the upper hand by kissing her soft and sensually all of the sudden -- when done correctly, they can usually surprise her into stillness because it is just so far from what she's used to it almost stuns her.

[keikomivra]

ROGUE ONE: A STAR WARS STORY (2016)

[proditeur]

he follows the slow-moving journey at some respectable, safe distance; and what might appear to others to be an unkind thoughtlessness on his part in offering no help at all is the gentlest form of care he can provide. physical injuries can be only bone-deep but the injury to one's pride and dignity cuts down to the spirit. what an insult it might be to wrap and envelop her, and guide her like a broken doll to her room.

the gentle pat, pat, patter of mud and blood draws his eyes downward and he makes his feelings plain. jyn has learned how to read him, anyways, even if he did bother trying to hide his expressions. i've just cleaned this hallway, you know! his brow is perked and he lifts his gaze to meet her twisted and grimmacing face. and much like her lone and injured journey to the quarters, jyn offers no help at all.

"irreparable. i've replaced it with a new one — EXPEDITIOUS RUBBISH SANITIZATION OFFICER."

[ragedagainst]

regulus doesn't try to help her. a small kindness, whether he knows it or not. maybe he's learned by now that she tends to back up her bark with bite and is hesitant to risk her ire -- smart of him -- but he's more observant than he lets on. she wouldn't be surprised if he's picked up on her peculiarities in the weeks they've been traveling together. if she's being honest, she's not sure if she should be concerned by that or not. ( maybe it's time to cut and run -- can't have him thinking he knows her. )

" cute, " she sneers, wiping the ( now-dried ) blood off her chin with the back of her hand. it doesn't do anything but make it worse. " heard the e.r.s.o. droids are shit at cleaning. should. . . " she presses a hand against the wall. sways a bit. then continues, " -- get a different model. "

once she makes it to her bed -- a hard, metal slab with a thin mattress and old blanket -- she sits down heavily and begins the laborious process of taking off her boots. the sudden downward motion, however, makes her dizzy almost immediately. black spots dance in her gaze, growing larger and larger. out of courtesy, she informs regulus in a perfunctory manner, " m' gonna . . . pass out now. "

[ragedagainst]

been super busy at work lately because the historic home i manage and curate is reopening next week after a year of renovation!! very exciting but i've been spending hours there cleaning and setting things up so i come home brain dead </3

[ragedagainst]

he doesn't like hunters on a good day. he cannot account for the speed his body moves at, he cannot account for the panic — but he sees the flash of silver and the unnatural bloodlust in the man's eyes, and he knows instinctively, right down to the marrow of him, that this is not another vampire. this is a hired mercenary, or a rogue hunter. either way, he's made a heinous mistake.

the stake is silver, held with exposed skin. it all conducts beautifully; lightning arcs from the tips of teddy's fingers to dance along the stranger's body, and within seconds, the hunter shudders backwards sharply, curling in on himself, convulsing — the spittle at the corners of his mouth is tinged pink, his tongue gleaming scarlet.

his eyes dart to jyn, then back to the man with the bitten tongue, his heart audible in his ears, his hands still raised uselessly in front of himself. he cannot explain this, and so doesn't bother — what did his intentions matter, when the absolute crux of his existence in the supernatural world was that he hated the things that hunted for a profit — but he levels a look at her that pre-emptively denied any wrong doing. vampire or no, she didn't deserve to meet the deadly end of that silver stake.

"go," he urges, "before the blood starts to get to you. i can take care of this. go."

but he knows — fears, somewhere deep down — that where there was one hunter, there were sure to be more in hiding, watching.

"quickly!"

the hunger is always present, always simmering just below the surface of jyn's carefully leashed restraint. it's a token to her training -- to saw's training -- that she's able to control it as well as she does, especially as a fledgling, but even she is not infallible. when the hunter comes out of nowhere, swinging a silver stake at teddy like he's the vampire , jyn rushes forward to intercept -- as if she's not currently trying to take a bounty on his head -- but he takes care of them before she can do more than shout a warning.

it's one thing to know about his abilities and quite another to see them for herself. and it's a different fucking thing on a different fucking planet all together watching him take down a hunter with a stake that will kill her, not him, like he cares despite the fact that she's threatened him with bodily harm more than a dozen times since she'd first met him.

but before she can process that . . . unsettling observation, the scent of warm, fresh blood hits her right in the face.

it's a good thing she'd eaten that morning ( though she doesn't truly count small animals as more than a snack ), but it's been so long since she's had blood straight from the vein. unconsciously, like she's in a trance, she takes a step forward, eyes darkening and fangs poking out against her lower lip. all she can focus on is the dead man lying prone in front of teddy. it smells -- fuck, it doesn't matter that he's not even alive anymore when she's so goddamn hungry. . .

a full body shudder goes through her body and she forces herself to snap out of it, spinning on her heel and turning her back to him. her hands clench into fists at her sides and she can't quite tamper down the growl that slips from her lips. it's a good minute until she's able to wrestle herself back under control and tune back in to their current problem.

the first idiot had run into the room by himself, clearly eager to get a piece of one of them, but jyn could hear more people lying in wait. " m'not -- leaving you to get killed, " she grits out almost painfully. " you're my bounty, asshole. not theirs. "

[maurilyan]

❝ maybe. perhaps. just this once. ❞ as if they would be allowed to bleed through their wounds, slip into a death they were once familiar with, and return with such grace. they have been granted such luck once before, and well, nobody is that lucky. regardless, their words are tuned into leisure, eyes diverted from skilled fingers that stitch their wound, the ones that are stained with their own blood━━ it is not that the blood leaves them woozy, though the fog ruminating in their mind remains from the loss of adrenaline that slips through the cracks of marble they lean against, threadbare with crimson.

❝ ah━ just this one. ❞ and as if they were gripping an imaginary dagger, the thumb of their fist collides with their chest, much to close to their heart. they stab, drag it downwards on their sternum until their hand falls unceremoniously against their side. ever the actor, always unveiling the performance. ❝ must you always be so cruel to me? or are you just upset that i did not thank you right away for saving my life? yet again. ❞

[ragedagainst]

it's been a long time since jyn's been in the field and had to play medic. though her skills haven't diminished over time -- she gets into plenty of trouble on her own -- ever since the partisans, she's kept herself distanced from working with others. integrating herself with the harpers had been a means to the end. scouting missions always entailed a group of people, never just one or two, and she'd never needed to volunteer her first aid skills when someone got injured. but now that she's attached herself to leitha's crew, she doesn't need the harpers any longer ( not that she'll be letting jahiera know that ). that being said, as temporary as her current situation may be, she can't just let her only path into moonrise towers die from blood loss.

" if i were cruel, then your stitches wouldn't be as neat, " jyn says with a pointed look, perhaps jabbing the needle back into their skin with a little more force than what is necessary. ( she isn't cruel but she's definitely petty. ) their drama is only to be expected ; she simply ignores it, not giving the actor an audience, and finishes up her work. tying off the last stitch and cutting the thread with her dagger, she adds with a raised brow and an expectant look, leaning back on her heels, " i still haven't heard that thank you, by the way. "

[ragedagainst]

happy mother's day to jyn er.so, who survives the war and, "against her will," ends up adopting a bunch of starry-eyed recruits who "won't make it without her help"

[w4ntd]

HE RAISES HIS HAND IN DEFENSE. he manages to take another swig from the bottle before it is taken away from his grasp. ❝ I’m all for drinking on the job and not needing to celebrate anything in particular. life is the party and all that ❞ a teasing smile easily falls onto his lips. most might fine the smile charming. flirtatious even. but he knew that stuff didn’t work on jyn. she manages to get his smile to falter slightly at her words. his eyebrow raises slowly as it seemed she did actually have something to celebrate. ❝ yeah. I can imagine. ❞ yet he can understand he second guessing. wasn’t it exactly why he himself was too scared to attempt to get his ged too? ❝ didn’t even know you were trying to get it. isn’t it a good thing? you’re acting like it fucked your boyfriend in front of you. ❞

[ragedagainst]

" fuck you, " jyn mutters under her breath but her heart isn't in it. when she takes another sip from the bottle, the liquor no longer burns on its way down. from the corner of the breakdown, her phone glares at her pointedly ; she ignores it, head thudding back against the wall as she looks up at rider. " if you're going to stay, the rules are shut up and sit down, " she informs him. her words aren't slurred -- not yet -- but this isn't her first drink. she doesn't want to talk, doesn't want to explain herself, doesn't want to see sympathy -- or even worse, pity -- in his eyes when she does. ( maybe he understands better than she realizes. it's too bad she's not in the mood for baring her soul right now. ) pointing the neck of the bottle at him for emphasis, she raises an eyebrow in challenge, " if you can't do that, then fuck off. "

[ragedagainst]

jyn's intense desire for any type of a strong, positive relationship with someone versus her leaving anyone once they start getting too close

[causedavalanche]

step up, or step aside. ― @ragedagainst.

GOD, WORKING WITH LOCAL GOVERNMENT ALWAYS MAKES THINGS SO COMPLICATED. daisy grinds her annoyance down between her molars and procures a tight smile, stance falling at ease.

“ happily. we'll take care of this as soon as you fill me in on what we're dealing with. so, ” gesturing forward with an open palm, she eyes the other woman with a raised brow. “ do you mind? ” it's always such a droll pattern: pretend that they haven't received all the intel they need, play along to get an in without upsetting the big leagues who have already planted themselves here.

[ragedagainst]

working with s.h.i.e.l.d. is far above jyn's pay grade and, quite frankly, not worth the fucking headache. already toeing the line with one ' unprofessional outburst, ' she simply does not have the clearance -- nor the patience -- to deal with this sort of situation, let alone debrief a s.h.i.e.l.d. agent on what's going on.

" aren't you lot supposed to be experts in this sort of thing ? " jyn replies acerbically instead, scanning the gathering crowd of agents and civilians alike in search of someone who's more qualified to deal with this. it feels like a cosmic punishment that she'd been the first person the other woman had narrowed in on when entering the crime scene while others examined the damage the attack has caused. ( she'd heard mutterings about an accidental outburst from a newly discovered mutant but she's just fucking arrived . . . and is still a little hungover from last night. ) " i don't know anything. you'd have better luck talking to someone else. "

[ragedagainst]

do you think the rebel alliance has a HR department? if so jyn is getting written up AT LEAST once a week

[ashstfu]

*lying* why would i lie