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feeling kind of ‘meh’ and super self conscious on this blog in particular so i’ll probably take a day’s break or so from cass.  you can find me over at my tol russian son, since i feel much more secure on his blog for the most part.

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HERE FOR SPACE MOM/SPACE SON KISSES THANKS

                                        CASSIAN SITS QUIETLY AT A LITTLE TABLE  in anthia’s living quarters, waiting for her to finish pouring him a steaming hot cup of caf to welcome him home from his last mission.  there’s a  CALM  in this room that he isn’t used to, one that almost puts him on his guard, because in his life, all his life, a sense of security has always been  FALSE  .  yet logically, he knows there’s nothing here to fear, and little by little, his hands relax in his lap and he allows himself to take a few  DEEP, QUIET BREATHS  .

          his gaze wanders to the woman at the counter, absorbing each small move she makes with muted curiosity ;  for so long, she’s  CARED  for him in a way only one other person ever has.  in the rare moments when he feels strong enough to bear the distraction, he tries to recall his memories of maría luisa andor, his warm-eyed mother, so full of life until the day of her death when he was still a small child.  she lasted longer than her husband but  NOT BY LONG  and even cassian’s  MOST VIVID  recollections of her are by now starting to fade.

          but spending time with anthia  ALWAYS  brings her to mind.

          he rises on impulse from his seat and strides slowly toward her, peering at the rich colored caf before glancing at anthia herself.  something about her manner  INSISTS  that she yearns to nurture ;  she has the  QUIET STRENGTH  of a mother, but no apparent children of her own, and though he’d claim to complain, he doesn’t mind occasionally acting as a stand-in.  after a moment  --  and the smallest smile  --  he leans down to press a kiss to her temple, the smallest expression of affection containing  ALL OF HIS GRATITUDE  .  ( maría luisa  cannot be replaced, but oh, to have somebody  CARE  that way is a gift he will never admit he needs, now that he has it. )

                    ❛   THANK YOU  .   ❜

FIRST THREE IN MY INBOX GET KISSES  ||  one slot remaining!

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"I can feel you staring at me, why don't you just come in?"

                                        CASSIAN ANDOR HAS GROWN ACCUSTOMED TO  going unnoticed, by design more than anything else ;  as a master of espionage, he generally flies under the radar, barely a blip on the radar of most people, if even that.  even when he occupies the base, he often finds himself  LINGERING  on the outskirts of even the rebels’ society, observing from a distance, failing to truly  ENGAGE  when he, arguably, should.

          somehow, he never expects to be  NOTICED  properly.

          but leia organa often defies the unexpected, he finds, even in the short amount of time they’ve spent with one another.  he blinks as she addresses him and he clears his throat, averting his eyes briefly to  COLLECT  his thoughts before he turns back to her.

                    ❛   I am sorry, your highness --   ❜   he recalls what she said before and pauses, briefly, preparing himself for something he is  NOT QUITE  comfortable with.   ❛   -- LEIA.  I did not intend to offend.   ❜   but he steps through the threshold anyway,  JUST BARELY  .

OBSCENELY DOMESTIC SENTENCE STARTERS  ||  accepting!

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eagerbender.

before the avatar can turn her head, naga sprints off in a hurry ; rushing the stranger before her, big paws slamming into the freshly packed snow, sending bits and pieces flying. standing on her back legs ; she jumps the stranger, sending them tumbling without warning. korra is a bit embarrassed, she takes off trying to help naga’s new acquaintance ; the polar bear dog can be a bit much at certain times, the dog thinks she’s meant to sit in a lap even being as big as she is.

                 ❛  oh geez, sorry. i apologize. she can be, uh, crazy sometimes. good thing is, she wouldn’t harm a fly.  ❜

though she would protect korra with her life.

starter for @roguecapt.

                                        MORE OFTEN THAN NOT, CAPTAIN ANDOR  remains continuously hyper aware of his surroundings, an unquestionable benefit of his years of training, but even somebody such as he can find themselves distracted every once in a while.  deep in thought as he is, cassian only notices the bounding creature when it is nearly upon him, barely managing to  BRACE HIMSELF  for the impact of the giant dog’s  ( friendly )  attack.

          a half audible  ‘ OOF ’  escapes him as he’s knocked back against the wall onto his rear.  ( very undignified for a captain, he thinks, but  DIGNITY  has never been much of a goal of his anyway. )  his eyes lift at the sound of a woman’s voice and his brow quirks in interest ;  he isn’t particularly  BOTHERED  , and though his face largely lacks expression, he can’t deny some level of amusement.

                    ❛   apologies aren’t necessary.  I’ve seen  MUCH  worse.   ❜   he isn’t the  BEST  with animals, he’s the first to admit, but cassian lifts a hand to give the creature’s head a small pet.   ❛   what  IS  she, exactly?   ❜

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i will be alternating between here and my russian son tonight because i haven’t given him any attention and that is simply awful bc i love him so well but anyway i am forcing myself to write tonight since otherwise i’ll never write again

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cuyanir.

@roguecapt // starter call.

     ❛ you lost? ❜ he might not look busy, but the hunt is ON. the twi’lek he’s been tailing for at least two hours has finally settled down in this cantina and she might leave at any time– so he’s not looking forward to the inevitable conversation with the man who just sat near him. words and mouths. always a distraction.

                                        CASSIAN’S MOUTH JUST BARELY TWITCHES  in response.  he isn’t a man easily  LOST  and he certainly isn’t today.  he knows this city backward and forward, just like so many others, although it often benefits him to act as though he doesn’t know where he’s going, a skill he’s  PERFECTED  over the years especially to stall people just like this.   ❛   maybe.  don’t suppose you are in a  HELPFUL  mood.   ❜

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I haven't seen your Cassian yet but YOU KNOW WHAT I BET YO U KICK ASS. You always give your characters such incredible life - they seem to breathe on their own and even have their own independent thoughts. They are nearly living creatures. It is why I will follow you till the end of the Earth, Captain. [salutes]

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                   ❝   ––––––––––––––––––  AND AFTER ALL, I’M MARRIED TO THE                     WANDERING STAR, AND I’VE KISSED HIS MOON. IT WAS FULL                     WHEN  I  FELL  IN  LOVE  WITH  THEE  ,  BUT  NOW  IT  TURNS                     WITHOUT                                                                                 ME.

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                                        THIS IS CASSIAN ANDOR’S ELEMENT.  he’s spent so much time lingering on the underbelly of society that sometimes he forgets what it feels like to be on the other side.  this particular mission, he’s plunged his identity so deeply into his purpose that he finds he must sometimes  REMIND HIMSELF  of his intended endgame.

          the town center bustles around him, forgetting the captain  ( but he isn’t the captain, not in this moment )  in the hurriedness of it all.  it works to his advantage, as it always does ;  he moves  FLUIDLY  through the crowd like a specter, solid and yet somehow still invisible.  with one last glance over his shoulder, cassian slips through the door of a  FAMILIAR  establishment off the street.

          it’s cramped inside, smoky and loud and full of people he’d like to pretend aren’t  JUST LIKE HIM  , but cassian has accepted his fate as a bottom feeder long ago.  he’ll be anything for the sake of the rebellion, without regret or apology.  there’s not much room at the bar, but he manages to squeeze his way in, casting the man to his left half a glance as he orders his drink.

          he always knows his  TARGET  .

                    ❛   you should have a  SHIPMENT  for phoenix, hmm?   ❜

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best + worst assignments for stormtroopers

insp. [x]

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plotting call !!  like this post and i’ll head into your ask or IM a little later to plot out a thread! ( mutuals only, please! )

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plotting call !!  like this post and i’ll head into your ask or IM a little later to plot out a thread! ( mutuals only, please! )

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it’s munday and i haven’t done one on cass so idk i guess i’ll post a pic of myself under the cut from like last year bc i don’t rly do selfies??