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[lisamarie-vee]

[therebelcaptainnetwork]

Hello RebelCaptain shippers!

We’re happy to continue our Birthday Project, where every month we post the members’ birthdays of the month. We hope you will join us in wishing a happy birthday to these awesome people!

This March, please celebrate:

@sublimesenorita - Mar 4

@firefeufuego - Mar 21

@arcaneloki - Mar 23

@crazy-fruit - Mar 26

@dasakuryo - Mar 30

Happy birthday to you! Please remember to send birthday love to your fellow RebelCaptain shippers :) ♡ ♡ ♡

[thereigning-lorelai]

for @crazy-fruit from @sleepykalena who requested something along the lines of “in the face of terrible odds, I/we have hope” that focuses on images about togetherness (and i just took the line because it’s great). hope you like it.. ♥

[incognitajones]

Just checking in for your May4th progress. Hope you got something done!

I hope you made better progress than me! I… did not manage to write for very long, and I didn’t get anything done for RCM4. 

However, I did add ~540 words on my Star Wars May the 4th story and another ~250 to the PWP I keep telling myself I’m not writing. Also, in order to procrastinate from writing, I:

responded to a bunch of comments

filled out passport renewal forms for myself & one kid

had a phone meeting with my fellow volunteer crew manager & went through 8 volunteer applications

So I did something productive, at least.

[exchange etiquette question below]

I’m having a really hard time writing anything for my RCM4 story for a variety of reasons I don’t want to get into here. In fact, I’m getting so desperate that I’m wondering if I should finish up the rough draft of a WIP and give that to them instead of continuing to bang my head against the wall and write something brand new.

Pros: based on what I know of their tastes, I think my recip would enjoy the WIP, and it matches up with about 50% of their prompt

Cons: I think that violates the spirit of the exchange, if not the actual rules… on the other hand, presumably my recipe would prefer to get something rather than nothing

But let me throw this question out there: how would you feel if this was your gift? Would you mind getting something that wasn’t a completely brand new story tailored to your prompt?

…actually, put like that, it’s pretty clear what the answer should be. I guess I’ll keep trying and hope that the time pressure of a looming deadline eventually motivates me.

[an-drom-eda]

title: season of grace rating: general audiences word count: little under 4500 summary: It really was ridiculously cold on this planet. 

But still, between the hand warmers and the drink and the regulation coat that was much heavier than her own clothes had ever been (even if it wasn’t as heavy as Cassian’s or Bodhi’s), Jyn didn’t feel like she was doing that bad. This planet might be the coldest place she’d ever been before, but she had been in only-slightly-less cold places, with less clothing and no chocolate drinks to warm her up from the inside out, and especially no… comrades (she ignored the sensation, lingering still, of his hand on the small of her back) to spend the time with. So it more than broke even.

Cassian, however, wasn’t going to let the stupid coat thing go.

a/n: for @crazy-fruit (aside: do you have an ao3?) whose prompt was “Cassian can’t stand Jyn being cold”. Happy holidays, and I hope you enjoy it!

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Cassian knew from before he met her, when she was just a name in a file and a means to an end, that Jyn Erso was stubborn. It bled through every detail, underpinning every other trait – smart, very; resourceful, exceptionally; amoral, at least apparently, if incorrectly – but above all else, possessed of a sort of angry determination, fueled by little more than pride and sheer bloody-mindedness. It had, even at the time, kind of impressed him.

Now, it was just frustrating.

“I am fine,” she snapped, tugging her inadequate coat tighter around her. “I’ve been colder than this before,” she added in a mutter, and he managed not to flinch.

“That isn’t important,” he replied through gritted teeth. “What matters is that you’re cold now.”

“Not that cold,” she grumbled, and even Bodhi side-eyed her at that. “Seriously, it’s not that bad.”

“So you just… vibrate now?” Bodhi asked, the picture of innocence. “You’re definitely not shivering?”

(Read more!)

[thisideofthegalaxy]

safe

runaway rebelcaptain kisses in the rain, the fic-version of this gorgeous artwork by @crazy-fruit <3! | Ao3 link, 680 words | @rebelcaptainprompts, soaked

Jyn ran, hair slicked to her face and Cassian’s hand clutching drenched into hers. They turned, turned again, tiny lights speckled bright in the puddles, blurry when their boots kicked over the surface. The storm grew heavier and the alleyways darker- they had made it outside the city.

They were safe.

“Close,” panted Cassian, his shirt plastered wet across his chest. “That was close.”

Jyn skipped her back against a permacite wall, tried to catch her breath. She smiled- her exhale a wisp of fog- she tipped her head and let the rain splatter over the last of her makeup.

“Not close enough,” she managed, her mouth pulling wry at the corner. “Didn’t even get to test our cover story.”

Cassian gave a husky laugh, leant into the wall beside her. He steadied himself, shoulders lifting as his heartbeat slowed, the hollow of his throat gently dipped as he swallowed.

“The one about our wedding anniversary?” he chuckled, blinking raindrops from his eyes.

“May I introduce my husband, Ambassador Joreth Sward, returning from his five year diplomatic mission,” Jyn recited, grinning. “To enjoy my company and an evening of hand-to-hand dancing, dignified whispers and passionate kisses against the red velvet curtains when anyone important happens to pass.”

Cassian stared at her, for a moment unanchored as when they nearly lost each other in the crowd. A second later and the expression was gone, Jyn wondered if it had ever been there at all.

Guess I’m just getting too good at the whole undercover business, Jyn thought to tease.

“You know, it’s funny…” she started instead, drifted her hand to the small of Cassian’s spine. “I could’ve sworn I saw some of the party guests just before the last corner.”

Cassian was still, silent, Jyn’s hand felt hot and shaky as she let her palm rest above his belt. Her cheeks were flushed despite the cold, water trickling down the neckline of her green silk blouse.

“But it was also very dark,” she added, tried to clear her throat. “And misty. And I was mostly concentrating on not slipping-”

“I… might’ve seen some guests too,” Cassian ventured, his voice coarse and unsure. “Possibly. No one I could name. But maybe…”

“-you can never be too careful-” mumbled Jyn, tucking her fist into the damp of Cassian’s shirt to stop her fingers from trembling.

“-whilst on a mission-” said Cassian, the words barely making a sound as the sky crackled overhead. A small pop of lightning scattered between the clouds, Cassian’s face caught torn and hesitating, he softly reached for Jyn’s cheek.

Gentle, Jyn caged both hands to the rough of his jaw, her heart stung in her chest and her eyes shuttered closed. She opened them a second later when Cassian breathed out- a small, aching sound- wrapped his arms tight round her back and near lifted her from her feet. Jyn kissed him, hard, his mouth prickling warm in the downpour, his lower lip squashed beneath hers. His eyebrows tipped up at the centre, droplets of water catching on his eyelashes as he barely held her gaze. Jyn kissed him, deeper and breakneck, tender when he tightened their embrace, fierce when she held him tighter still. His hair dripped against her brow, she grazed her thumbs below his cheekbones, the scrape of a scar by his collar. He was there- right there- Jyn had never been this close.

And yet, somehow, she always had.

“I don’t want to let go,” Cassian said quietly, his brown eyes creasing at the edges as Jyn felt herself smile.

“I’m not,” Jyn whispered, their shadows faded together as the night tangled in. “I won’t.”

One day, Jyn imagined, she’d tell him she didn’t much like parties, and that a darkened alley in the middle of a storm was everything she hoped a first kiss would be.

She’d tell him when they were somewhere safe, somewhere warm, surprise him when he’d least expect.

If there was nothing left, nothing but each other.

She’d tell him if they won.

For now, she kissed him again.

[therebelcaptainnetwork]

Hello RebelCaptain shippers!

We’re happy to continue our Birthday Project, where every month we post the members’ birthdays of the month. We hope you will join us in wishing a happy birthday to these awesome people!

This March, please celebrate:

@sublimesenorita – Mar 4

@firefeufuego – Mar 21

@xdreadwolf  – Mar 23

@crazy-fruit – Mar 26

@dasakuryo – Mar 30

Happy birthday to you! Please remember to send birthday love to your fellow RebelCaptain shippers :) ♡ ♡ ♡

(If you’re a member and want us to celebrate your birthday, please SEND US AN ASK! )

[theartof-rebelcaptain]

Hey, can I just quickly say that I quite like icon's/banner's colours? They also harmonate lovely with the colour of the blog's theme.

Thanks so much! Personally the color felt very “Jyn” to me, and I wanted to make sure I picked a theme and color scheme that was dark so that everyone can view the site like a darkroom/theatre. Makes things easier on the eyes and allows the viewer to focus on the post better. :D