Say that you’ll hold me forever
Say that the wind won't change on us
Say that we'll stay with each other
And it will always be like this
REBELCAPTAIN + "ALL I'VE EVER KNOWN" FROM HADESTOWN
To @quarantineddreamer — a gift for you from meee, your Rebelcaptain Secret Santa!! 🥰 B, I was so excited to have you as my giftee and had so much fun trying to incorporate as many things as possible from our chats! I hope you like it! Sending all my love & wishing you the happiest holidays 💜
Ho Ho Ho 🎅 Santa wishes @dilf-din a Happy New Year! 🎉 May your life be filled with tenderness, love and romance in the new year🌟
I hope you like my gift. It was very exciting to make it because I really love your stories 🤍
Prompts: Comfort after battle; promising to take care of each other.
"... I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.”
Your rebelcaptain secret santa was me all along! Your prompt gave me all the power in the world to do almost whatever I wanted with this beloved pairing, and I settled with Before Sunrise: A RebelCaptain Story AU (based on the 1995 movie of the same name… kinda.) Our stars meet unexpectedly on a train traveling to Vienna, and Cassian convinces Jyn to spend his last night in Europe with him before his plane departs. They gallivant around the city, conversing about everything and nothing at all. There’s feelings and a kiss and then time is up. ALL OF THIS, and then my mind kept returning to this quote from the Rogue One novelisation “He hadn't known her, didn't know her, of course. There wasn't the time.” Then I cried.
I hope your 2025 is filled with good health, good friends, and a good cry over these two because, of course, we did know them.
Owl Hoot Trail - for @spookyjyn SURPISEEEEE!! it's moi, your beloved Santa 🤶
“I have a job,” she said. “And I need the bettermost sharpshooter I know.”
He glanced down at the headline again. “What’s the job?”
OR, Jyn and Cassian are 19th century outlaws. And also ex-lovers.
We’re thrilled to open the eighth Secret Santa exchange for this wonderful ship! It’s a great way to get to know more people in the fandom and each year we welcome both old and new fans, so come on and join us!
What is the RebelCaptain Secret Santa Exchange?
It's an opportunity for you to create a fandom gift for a fellow shipper and receive one in return, a fun way for fans to come together and show each other lots of love and appreciation, and a chance to share all your feels about Jyn and Cassian!
All posts related to the exchange – info posts, reminders, updates, etc. – with be tagged with #rebelcaptainsecretsanta (that's also the tag to use when posting your gifts).
The Schedule:
Sign ups are open from now until midnight (PST) of Sunday, October 20
Assignments will be sent out by midnight (PST) of Friday, November 1
The first day of gift posting will be December 26, with staggered posting over the following week (which gives you almost eight weeks to work on your gift!)
Sign-ups for posting dates will come in mid-December.
Look below the cut for details on how to participate!
The Rules of Participation:
Tell us what kind of fanwork you’d like to give and receive via the signup form.
Reblog this post so more people can join you in the fun!
Create a gift: a story at least 1,000 words long, or an equivalent amount of effort in an artistic medium.
Send your giftee anonymous kindness at least once a week ❤️
Your Tumblr askbox must be open with anon messages enabled (only for the duration of the exchange).
You do not have to be a TRCN member to join.
Finally, if you can’t finish your gift in time for any reason, please email the mods ASAP. Life happens - but the sooner we know, the sooner we can find a "pinch hitter" to ensure your giftee still receives a present.
Check the EXCHANGE FAQ if you have any further questions. If you don’t see the answer there, send the mods a message so that we can clear up the issue.
EDIT: my good friend @yumemangie scanned the drawing, so i'm now able to post it in better quality
Finally, I'm able to post my gift for @steepedfoxglovetea !
They asked for either pirates, royalty or high fantasy, so I went for the royalty setting. Narrowed my options with a few questions, which gave me Edwardian period and Art nouveau to add to the mix. Took inspiration from one pic from the right period, and tried to get the feel right...
I hadn't touched a pencil in years, so it was pretty exciting to work on this! I hope you like it!
merry christmas my dear @incognitajones! i hope it was full of peace and wonder and that you were able to relax, see some loved ones, and give and receive some very special gifts! this is my very special gift to you, my friend! i hope you enjoy my interpretation of cannon-verse different first meeting! i had (and am having) so, so much fun with this prompt and i hope you have half as fun reading it!
many many thanks goes out to @quarantineddreamer for the near-constant encouragment, relentless sprints, and lovely key-smashing. also, as always, my lovely, lovely friend @justwandering-neverlost is the one to thank for the lovely moodboard! thank you so much, my love, for lending your talent to making this gift all the more special! <3
PREVIEW
He had fought well, injured as he was. Had fought with the skill of someone who’d obviously had formal training, but had also fought with the scrappiness and ruthlessness of someone who’d obviously had to fight for their life before. And yet… he had spared her when pretty much anyone else would have shot her dead the moment they’d gotten the upper hand. Just as she had tried to do to him.
“You coming?” his (certainly not pleasantly) accented voice comes echoing from the gloom he had wandered into. She’d been trying to place that accent, but had so far been unsuccessful and she certainly isn’t going to just ask. He halts in his progress, turns back to look at her questioningly. A single shaft of silvery, shivery storm light bands over half of his face, throws his sharp features into stark contrast. He throws his hand out in a ‘what’s the hold up?’ sort of gesture that sends a rush of hilarity up her spine. He’s acting as if this had been the plan all along.
This is such a terrible idea. She couldn’t, shouldn’t, trust this strange man to not try to kill her, abuse her, or any number of other horrible things, anymore than she could trust a rancor to not tear her to shreds. Couldn’t and definitely shouldn’t rely on this man who obviously had a screw or two loose to help her like he seemed so intent upon doing.
People don’t help. People are not kind— or at least not kind for nothing. There’s always a catch.
