#bodhi rook deserves better

[samspenandsword]

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Summary: Kinktober Day 24 — Tender Sex with Bodhi Rook Pairing: Bodhi Rook/Reader; fem!reader with no mentions of her appearance. Rating: Explicit, 18+ (Younglings, foundlings, and cadets BEGONE!) Warnings: Explicit sexual content, smut; tender sex, unprotected PIV (PRACTICE SAFE SEX), oral sex (f!receiving), “we survived” sex, romantic sex, fluffy bullshit in Kinktober sue me, body worship, Bodhi Rook and Rogue One deserved better, no dialogue.  Word Count: 2.2k

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The last few days were a flurry of blurry memories flashing past your eyes at the speed of light. And the way certain parts were illuminated, perfectly clear, and other parts were darkened and hazy definitely reminded you of hyperspace.

Your life in general had practically shot into hyperspace this last week. What had started as a simple mission to Jedha to recover a defected Imperial pilot and the message he carried had turned into a crucial turning point in the war against the Empire.

The sound of the beaches of Scarif echoed in your ears, the crashing of the water on the sound, the mild crunch of boots dipping into the sands and scattering the grains in their determined, rebellious wake.

You could feel the phantom weight of the blaster in your hands, the weight of the vibroblade down your boot, the weight of the bandolier and rifle strapped across your chest and back.

You could feel the lingering tension gripping you — a tension born from not only desperation, but the thrill of battle. The intoxicating idea that this might it.

You could do it.

You could beat the Empire.

And even if you couldn't, you could still give them the proverbial middle finger and drag them down to hell with you.

Now, a week later, the victorious Rebellion had scattered, evacuating Yavin 4 as soon as possible following the destruction of the Death Star. You could see the flash of light still, a glorious sight and one you'd thoroughly dedicated to every comrade and innocent lost to the Empire.

Even before they'd risen to power, the Empire had destroyed the lives of millions. As far as you were concerned, you would fight for them as long as the Empire dared to exist.

You rolled your shoulders against the rising feeling of anger. A lingering thing. The devastation would come later, you knew. The loss of your home of Jedha was a loss shared by many, including Chirrut and Baze. Your family had long been gone but you could remember so clearly the days of walking the streets with your mother, buying groceries for your family. You could remember the days of your father combing the grains of sand from your hair. You still couldn't look at a comb without seeing his smile in your mind.

The destruction of the Death Star flashed across your memory again, pushing away the way you still, all these years later, grieved for your family.

A knock sounded at the door of your new quarters. Until the Rebellion could find a suitable moon or planet to house a new home base, the Alliance was scattered across the Outer Rim, occupying safe houses and outposts until the call was raised saying a new base had been found.

Answering the door, a smile grew across your face.

Bodhi's hair was loose and damp around his shoulders, and he wasn't wearing the usual jumpsuit he'd practically lived in the last week. Between everything that had happened, there'd been no time to stop, no time to pause. From Jedha, to Eadu, to Yavin, the Scarif, to Yavin again, to the siege against the Death Star, to the award ceremony and evacuation, there hadn't really even been time to stop and breathe.

And now, as you looked into Bodhi's warm eyes, you felt as if you were finally coming out of hyperspace and emerging into the calm of the stars.

Bodhi kissed you tenderly. Tension released from him the second his lips touched yours, the contact calming something inside the both of you. His usual anxiousness melted away into a calm, gentle affection, his hands cupping your face reverently.

It felt so natural to kiss Bodhi like this. Tenderly, languidly, slowly. Actually taking the time, as much as you wanted, to express how you felt. None of the frenzied, harried tearing of clothes or mashing of lips as a result of the fear of battle and death and defeat.

You and Bodhi had experienced more than enough battle and death and defeat in the last week. Just as much as you had experienced hope, and determination, and victory.

Jedha may have been gone, and this war with the Empire was not over by a long shot, and you weren't sure what the future had in store for you, but you were here now. With Bodhi.

And the knowledge of that, the sheer relief it brought, sprung tears to your eyes as you basked in his achingly tender kiss.

Inhaling deep against his skin and enjoying the clean scent of him, and the softness of his hair tickling your cheek, you and Bodhi guided each other to the bed.

His weight against you grounded you better than anything else ever had. Ever would. With Bodhi here, you didn't think about the sting of sand or the heat of blaster fire against your skin. You didn't think of the ringing in your ears, brought on by the onslaught of explosions and walkers shaking the beaches. You didn't think of the water lapping against your boots, so warm and sloshing so loud in your ears it felt and sounded more like blood. You could smell him, the lingering memory of the spices of home comforting you instead of distressing you, blocking out the burning, metallic, ozonous scent of space and your burning cockpit. You could feel him, not the rumble of the ship around you as Jedha City collapsed into ash on top of you. Behind your eyes was nothing but blissful peace, not the foreboding sight of a strange, shadowing eclipse on the horizon. His hands stroked along your back, so much more soothing than the onslaught of Eadu's rain. His beard against your skin made you shiver pleasantly, the feeling of it so familiar, and yet so unlike the terrible scratching of your battle-worn fatigues.

Bodhi was here. You were here.

Together.

And you focused on that, preferring not to think about how very close the both of you came to not being here.

Bodhi's hair was silk against your calluses as you pressed yourself into him. Legs entangled, hands stroking and gentle, neither of you were in the mood to rush this.

You could never get enough of this. Never get enough of Bodhi. Sweet, gentle, brave Bodhi. A rebel to the core, this victory would not have happened without him. If he had never defected from the Empire and brought Erso's precious message to Saw Gerrera, the Death Star would still be out there. And more than just Jedha City, Scarif, and Alderaan would have been lost to their relentless pursuit of domination. He was an endlessly brave man who stuttered when he was anxious. An ace pilot who still got nervous when he flew. An Imperial traitor, a rogue rebel. Sweet, precious Bodhi who reminded you of home, of everything you'd lost, and every reason why you chose to fight. Bodhi, who'd been tortured at the hands of Saw Gerrera but had still chosen to join the Rebellion anyway, because he believed in Galen Erso's message, and believed in the cause. Bodhi, who in a moment of panic, had given your crew, your family their name, and piloted you into the heart of a hopeless mission. Bodhi, who wanted to be brave, to do better, to make up for his mistakes, who volunteered for a suicide mission to Scarif, escaped by the sheer luck of a faulty charge, and then jumped right back in when it was time to attack the Death Star.

Just... Bodhi.

You couldn't help pulling away from his kiss, just for a moment, to stare at him. To make sure he was real. He was there with you. He was here.

With you.

Oh, those eyes of his. They not only reminded you of home, but had perhaps become your new home.

You weren't sure what Bodhi saw in your expression, but whatever it was made him bring his lips to your forehead.

A tear fell down your cheek.

Bodhi kissed his way down your features, pressing his lips to you like he was tracing the constellation of your body. Your temple, your cheek, your nose, your jaw, your ear, your neck, your collar, your shoulder, your chest. Down, all the way down your middle, to your waist, where he slid his hands beneath the hem of your shirt to peel it away from your skin.

He kissed his way back up, mapping each new part of you that was revealed to him. He lingered at your collar, nuzzling his face to your chest and listening to your heart beat for him.

He pressed a kiss to your heart, and you swore you fell even more in love with him right then and there.

Bodhi caressed down your body, stroking every dip and curve, his tender kisses following just behind. His touch was warm, but it still made goosebumps and shivers rake your body, the attention gentle, but oh, so thorough. As Bodhi dipped into the valley of your breasts, pressing a firmer, lingering kiss there, you gasped quietly, your knees crooking to cage his slim body between your thighs.

His lips trailed across your breast, tongue darting out to massage across your nipple, and a gasp of his name escaped you.

Bodhi.

He hummed into your skin, nuzzling the warmth of your breast and stroking your skin comfortingly.

Bodhi lapped and sucked at your breasts steadily, enjoying the feeling of your little nipples swelling under his tongue. He released them long enough to watch them pebble even further without his warm mouth worshipping and warming them. He loved the sight.

A warmth had started to build in your core, tightening and curling inside you in an achingly wonderful, slow climb.

His soft hands massaged your breasts as his lips trailed down the curve of your waist. You sighed into the touch, legs falling further open as he slid down your body, until his shoulders were seated between them.

His fingers, soft from the constant wear of his pilot's gloves, popped the button of your pants, lips kissing the skin beneath your navel as he dragged the zipper open.

He breathed a question into your skin, and as you gave your permission, he helped you slip from your pants, him continuing to kiss and worship each new part of you.

Until he decided to worship a more intimate part of you.

His kisses were still so tender and oh, so thorough as he covered every inch of your most intimate areas with affection. His tongue darted out, lapping up your folds, unhurried in his tasting of you. You sighed blissfully, fingers slipping into his silky hair. Bodhi's praise was rumbled into you, before he pressed an open kiss to your clit.

You trembled beneath him.

Bodhi's pace was still unhurried, languorous, but held a fervor to it as he alternated licking through your lips and core to swirling your clit in his mouth with gentle sucks. Your gentle moans mixed with his, both of you contentedly caught up in the other.

Bodhi prodded your entrance with his tongue, one of his soft fingers replacing it seconds later. He slipped into you with ease, your moan louder than before. You felt the curve of his smiling lips press against your clit again, closing around it as he crooked his finger in a massage of your slick walls.

Bodhi. Bodhi. Bodhi. It was a chant encompassing your mind and heart as he brought you to your high, a second finger slipping inside you as he sucked your clit in a wonderful, blissful pulse. You were being consumed by the feeling of his ministrations, caught up in the knowledge that he was there with you, that you were alive, you survived, against all odds, and consumed in Bodhi, and the bond forged in the fires of war and loss and shared hope and impossible victory.

Your walls fluttered as Bodhi coaxed you into a shattering orgasm with nothing other than his tender affection. You trembled and shivered as it raked through your body. Bodhi kissed his way up your shaking body, drinking in your moans and scent. Your voice, your scent, your touch. It all reminded him of how far he'd come, and of home.

You were his home now.

And he basked in that feeling as he slid into you.

As he came home.

So overcome were the both of you, in the feeling of simply being there, in the feeling of each other, the thrust of his hips into yours, the heat of your silken walls around him, his lips on your neck, your hands in his hair, his own cupping your hips and back, your breasts against his chest. It was all so intimate and passionate and still so unhurried.

You didn't know what tomorrow would bring. But for now, you had this. Him, inside you, and you, holding him close.

Bodhi came first, his cum warming your core and heart. It triggered your own release, your walls pulsing around him.

You and Bodhi came down together. His fingers trailed over your curves as he softened inside you. Warm in the afterglow, you stroked his hand into a semblance of order, unable to swallow your smile at the swell of his lips and darkened hue of his gorgeous eyes.

Bodhi returned your smile and brought your lips back together.

Again, you didn't know what tomorrow would brin. If it would bring retaliation, or danger, or a new base, or a new mission. But for now, you had here. And now.

You had each other.

You were home.

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#sam's pen and kinktober #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #star wars kinktober #star wars kinktober 2022 #star wars #star wars rogue one #rogue one #rogue one a star wars story #bodhi rook #bodhi rook x reader #bodhi rook x you #bodhi rook x y/n #fem reader #fem!reader #f!reader #bodhi rook deserves better #all of rogue one deserves fucking better!! #and i love one (1) anxious goggles flyboy who listens to his heart and finds courage

[blitz-bi]

Hey do you know what upsets me?

That Bodhi Rook is an underrated character in the star wars franchise. Like all the other Rogue One Crew gets additional content, like Cassian gets his own tv show. But the man who made it all possible? The dude who all we know is that he’s 25, Jedhan, was a cargo pilot, grew up with his mother and took up gambling while in the Empire. And though that’s at least better than some, compared to what the rest of his team gets its just sad.

And aside from the franchise barely recognizing him I feel like the fandom doesn’t either. Like for fanfics and fan art it’s a literal effort to find anything where Bodhi is the main focus and not a secondary character. My man doesn’t deserve that. I personally have like a small coin pouch full of ao3 fics on Bodhi but compared to the amount of Cassian, Jyn, Baze, and Chirrut fanfics it doesn’t seem to matter.

Maybe it’s because he doesn’t have a “key” relationship in the movie like Jyn/Cassian or Baze/Chirrut, but to me that makes him even more interesting. The outlier, the pilot, the only one of the Rouge One crew who dies alone, doing whatever he can to help. The one who unintentionally(but helpfully) got the rebellion’s attention on the death star files. Who got one of the most horrifying scenes in the movie(in my opinion) with the bor gullet, and kept on moving.

Bodhi Rook is amazing and I wish more people can see that.

#star wars #rouge one #bodhi rook #cassian andor #jyn erso #baze malbus #chirrut imwe #Bodhi needs love #pls #favorite character #star wars films #rouge one media

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

I gotta know your blorbo et al for Star Wars bc there’s so many characters and I don’t know about you but so many of them share categories, shifting who they are to me based off of what perspective the story is at

Too true, honestly. Star Wars is fucking weird.

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most):

Honestly a really hard call. But if you base it on the amount of fanfiction I've written, this one has to go to Thrawn.

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped):

BB-8. Obviously this one has to go to a droid and this little guy is just so friend shaped. I love him.

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave):

Bodhi Rook. The man only deserves love and respect and I can't find merch for him anywhere! Justice for Bodhi!

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week):

Can I get a shout out to Commander Fox? His personality is entire fan made and I love him for it.

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

Maul. Is there any question?

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason):

Hux. I'd love to see him punch in the face more. Frankly the sequel trilogy would have been better for it.

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell):

Kylo Ren. He's not even fun to torture. I just want him gone.

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#star wars #thrawn #grand admiral thrawn #bb8 #bb-8 #bodhi rook #commander fox #maul #darth maul #general hux #hux #kylo ren #ben solo #anti kylo ren #anti hux

[callioope]

I told myself I was going to post something for May the Fourth, and I may not have started it until this evening but gosh darn it, here it is, with over an hour to spare: the Mighty Nein Rogue One crossover AU I’ve been putting off writing since August.

Am I still on my Critical Role bullshit? Did I mash up my two favorite franchises? Did writing this make my heart ache to watch Rogue One again? Is this super niche? Is this super self indulgent? All of the above. Sure hope there’s enough overlap for someone to enjoy this. 

Anyways: Everybody lives. Set sometime before Return of the Jedi. Something something, C2 campaign grafted onto the Star Wars universe and this takes place after whatever that would be. 

---

This time, when the interrogation ends, Major Andor opens the door on the left. 

Groggy from a week long test of fidelity, Essek doesn’t move and simply stares at the shadowed hallway beyond.

“Welcome to the Alliance to Restore the Republic, Essek of no den,” Andor says, stepping aside. His voice sounds just as weary as Essek feels. Weary, and almost neutral, but the tiniest upticks in the corner of his mouth. “Your crew is waiting for you.”

He gestures towards the door. At the mention of the Mighty Nein, Essek finally rises. It could be a trick, his delirious brain warns him. But while Andor has put him through the proper paces that any competent intelligence officer would, he’s never used underhanded tactics. Not torture. 

A better spymaster than myself, he thinks. His brain is not kind. He doesn’t deserve kindness. And beyond that door, if Andor speaks true, and he likely does, kindness waits for him. Essek swallows, but his mouth is dry. 

“Go on,” Andor says. “We’re done here.”

Essek walks through door as if in a daze. On the other side, someone new waits for him: not the hulking, reprogrammed KX-series droid, nor the sullen, suspicious rebel lieutenant that both took turns escorting him to his makeshift cell. 

The man looks at him with soft, dark eyes. The messy hair falling out of the ponytail, the facial hair, and something about his posture reminds him of Caleb, the way he folds in on himself. Caleb is waiting, he thinks, and his stomach churns at that thought, whether that’s excitement or anxiety, he doesn’t want to look to deep to find out. Besides, he’s truly gone through enough soul searching thai week.

“Hello,” the man says, holding out his hand. “Bodhi Rook. I’m the pilot.”

“Essek They—” his voice catches on the name, both from scratchiness but also from the reminder that he no longer bears that name. He shakes head. “Habit. Essek of no den.”

“Oh, sorry, here.” Rook holds out a canteen. Only decades of experience allow Essek to maintain his dignity as he slowly accepts the container and sips water. He knows he must not gulp, that would make his stomach sick, although his body is parched. 

“He hates having to do this, you know,” Rook says, as he starts leading him through an unfamiliar tunnel. “But I do — I get it. I had to go through the same thing — the same ‘orientation,’ if you will. I defected, too.”

Essek sighs, a long exhale that whistles through his nose. “I’ve been in his position. I’ve done worse. You don’t need to apologize.”

Rook cocks his head and looks at him. “I don’t need to apologize. But I am. It’s not pleasant regardless of what you think you deserve. And as I said, I know. I defected, too.”

After taking another sip of water, Essek takes the obvious bait. “Where were you stationed?”

“Eadu,” he says. “Eadu Energy Conversion Laboratory.” 

Essek stops. “Eadu,” he repeats. He recognizes the name, but his groggy brain can’t place it. 

“Where Galen Erso worked,” Rook clarifies. 

The canteen clutched tightly in his fingers, Essek looks back down the hall towards where Andor had spent most of the week extracting every ounce of intelligence in Essek’s brain. Right. Eadu. He’d never been officially told the name of that planet, but had uncovered through his own espionage and analysis after Ludinus had failed to provide extensive details of Erso’s research. 

His eyes slide back to Rook, who watches him calmly, expression relaxed and open. No judgment or scorn. “Did you know him?” Essek asks carefully.

“I still do,” he says, with a gentle smile.

Nodding, Essek starts moving again and Rook falls in step next to him. This makes sense. Of course it makes sense. They’d chosen Andor to interview him specifically because of his background knowledge. All of his crew must know Erso. Perhaps they’d even been the team to extract him from Eadu several years ago. 

“Is—is he here?” Essek dares to ask. He doubts he’ll receive an answer.

Bodhi shakes his head. “No, but I think your friend—Caleb? Has been in contact with him. You know, he is another defector. Well, I’m sure you know. You worked with him, didn’t you?”

“Not—as such. Not exactly.”

“He’s very nice. Not like Jyn. I mean, Jyn is nice, but also tough, Galen is not like that. Don’t tell her I said that — that’s she’s not nice and that she is nice. She doesn’t like compliments much.”

“Jyn?” 

“Oh, right. Don’t think you got names before. She was your, uh, cell guard.”

“She’s Erso’s daughter?”

“Yep.”

“What is it that they say? It’s a small galaxy.”

Rook chuckles. “You have no idea. Not only could you and start our own defectors club, but — well, are the rumors true? Are you and Widogast…?”

“Are we what?” Essek asks, taken off-guard by this new line of questioning. 

“You know. Together?”

Essek would choke on his own saliva if he had any. To cover, he takes a long sip of he canteen; it’s nearly finished. “I…”

“I’m sorry, that’s personal. I shouldn’t have asked. It’s just, well, Luke is really eager to meet him, and somehow it always works out that they’re never in the same system at the same time. You know how it is. But I was wondering if you could arrange a meeting. There’s not that many Jedi around and—”

“You are talking about Luke Skywalker?” Essek asks. 

Rook nods.

“You are — am I to understand, you are telling me that you are — that you and Luke Skywalker are together?” One week of exhausting interrogations and Essek is unable to string a proper question together. 

“Yes. Why is everyone so surprised by that?” He rolls his eyes. “I mean, I get it, I carried the plans to the Death Star, which Luke used to destroy it, there is sort of a — sort of a nice, narrative to it, I guess. But still.”

Essek raises his eyebrows and takes a closer look at Rook. Not quite the same, but also not too different a story about a couple who met when one person returned the very item the other had stolen. He drains the canteen.

“Luke helped me, after i defected. He helped me… find the light.”

The image of Caleb, warm and blinding like the sun, comes to mind again. Maybe it’s something about Jedi. Even with all the darkness of Caleb’s past, his literal experience with the Dark Side, his hope and persistence to improve still shine brighter than any star Essek has ever studied. 

“I’m sorry.” Rook shakes his head. “I’m babbling. The point is. Some rebels are going to be assholes because you defected. But if you ever want to vent, I’m here. I’ve gone through it. And,” he leans a little closer, “same thing, about the Jedi boyfriend thing. Force users, you know?”

Essek realizes Rook must not have been fully briefed on Essek’s own background. He levitates the canteen back to Rook’s hands and raises an eyebrow.

Rook actually laughs. “Okay. Guess I didn’t read the brief closely enough. You a Jedi, too?”

“No,” Essek says, snorting. “We use the Force differently on Xhorhas. I am told it is closer to how the Dathomirians interact with it.”

“I see. Interesting. Well. Here we are.”

They turn the corner and the tunnel opens up to a vestibule, which then opens up to a hangar where the Nein Heroez sits next to another ship.

Speaking of Caleb — just meters away, he sits crosslegged in the shadow of the ship. He’s talking to a hologram that Essek cannot see. Truly exhausted, Essek feels his heart race at the sight of him. 

Past him, the rest of the Nein mingle with Andor and Rook’s crew. Beau spars with his former guard, the apparent daughter of Galen Erso, while Fjord watches. Yasha silently polishes her blade beside a large man as he repairs a repeating cannon. Veth appears to be pestering the KX droid. Caduceus sips tea with a Guardian of the Whills. 

Frowning, his eyes search the vast hangar for Jester, but before he can spot her, blue eyes catch his own. Caleb ends his call, rises, and moves to close the remaining distance between them. The moment stretches out before Essek, as time has stretched and pulled all week, until suddenly Caleb stands before him.

No one else has spotted him yet. Caleb steps even closer, one hand drifting over his arm, the other cupping his neck. He drops his forehead to Essek’s, closes his eyes, and breathes. Essek follows. Where Caleb goes, he follows. 

When they finally pull away, Rook has moved away. 

“You good?” Caleb asks. His voice is almost as hoarse as Essek’s. 

“I will be,” he says. 

Just at that moment, he hears a loud voice echo across the chamber. “Guys, there really is like no good food here. As soon as they release Essek, we’re finding the closest bakery. I’m sure he’s hungry and he needs—” 

Jester cuts off suddenly, not unlike her intergalactic messages, and squeaks. “Essek!” 

Next he knows, the Nein surround him with their special brand of loving chaos. Tired though he is, he smiles. If he leans a little against Caleb, no one says anything. Eventually, they usher him towards their ship, Fjord in particular taking effort to herd them towards the ramp. 

Truly, the strange passage time vexes him — something he proclaims to be the master of slips through his fingers in fits and starts, merely due to overtiredness. He longs to trance. Caleb sits him down on a crate near the ramp as the rest of the crew prepares to leave. The Rogue One crew, as he learns they are called, keep a distance, although Jyn Erso keeps eyeing him from across the way. 

Caleb stays at his side, telling him about what they’ve been up to in the past week. He honestly only absorbs about half of it — specifically making note to ask follow up questions about this project with Galen Erso and whether he really will be allowed to work with him.

When the ship is finally ready, Rook approaches him once more. 

“Here’s how you can reach me,” he says. “It’s not always reliable but I hear — I hear your friend jester is good with finagling communications across systems. And well, I hear you’re not too bad at that yourself. Anyways. I meant — what I told you.” His eyes dart to Caleb and back.

Caleb snorts. “Ja, I will try to find time to meet with Skywalker.”

Rook grins sheepishly. “Good, good. Well.” He steps back and gives a little nod. “Might Nein. May the Force be with you.”

#critical role #mighty nein #essek thelyss #bodhi rook #shadowgast #mighty nein rogue one au #critrole c2 #star wars au #may the fourth be with you #roguejedi is mentioned but luke is not present #everybody lives EVEN GALEN ERSO #imagine galen caleb and essek in a room together #don't mind if i just put my two favorite characters from different franchises in a conversation together #i stumbled onto a lot of Thoughts with this that i didn't expect #anywayyys #really hope someone out there enjoys this very niche mash up #what's my tag for my niche star wars critical role posts #my writing #fic writing #no beta no editing we LIVE like Mollymauk #star wars critical role mash up #I LOVE NICHE STAR WARS AND CRITROLE REFERENCES LOL #apparently that's the tag for my niche star wars critical role posts #i gotta ... get a better tag #anyways #sw cr

[the-luke-skyvvalker]

Star wars keeps giving us sweet, kind, brave boys, but for some reason yall want to stan the fascist murderer boys

#bodhi rook deserves better #also luke #and finn #anti kylo ren #yes i know i love anakin #he was a former good boy before he went all murder-y #at least he loved his family #but yeah don't let our good boys go unappreciated

[ensignrook]

Every other Rogue One Member’s story gets told. Every other Rogue One Member's merchandise gets sold. Justice for Bodhi Rook.

#bodhi rook deserves better #justice for bodhi rook #bodhi rook #star wars #rogue one #cassian #k2so #jyn erso #chirrut #baze

[shape-of-your-body]

i dont have a problem what are you talking about. but look, there’s so little bodhi merch that when i see something, i wind up buying it. 

... don’t ask me how i have 2 funko pops. online shopping at 3 am means stupid mistakes were made (and i didn’t feel like returning it). 

#bodhi rook deserves better #out of all of this the only things i bought in store were the pops and the elite series figure #everything else was ebay or the one patreon reward

[pianopadawan]

Appreciation for Rogue One: A Rebel Narrative I Can Get Behind

I was more of a casual Star Wars fan before Rogue One. I’d seen the originals, prequels and TFA before. I was partial to the originals for their dialogue and characters, though I was intrigued by the character of Kylo Ren. It wasn’t until I saw Rogue One - which ironically was a movie I had very low expectations for stepping into the theater - that I really got absorbed into Star Wars as a universe and fandom.

Although Rogue One has memorable characters and dialogue (you can thank K2-SO for a lot of that), this alone isn’t what set it apart from the other Star Wars films for me. Episode IV and V sealed the franchise for decades with the excellent character chemistry and banter, so I feel like witty lines are more of a necessity in Star Wars than a bonus (which is why fans get so upset when they feel the dialogue is poorly written). What makes Rogue One special is how it goes beyond these micro interactions to build a believable sociopolitical universe.

This world-building is largely achieved through the emphasis on blurred morality and the elimination of predefined heroes and villains. None of the characters are endowed with an omniscient sense of distinguishing “good guys” vs. “bad guys”, as DJ from The Last Jedi would put it. This is, of course, aided by the fact that both the Rebel Alliance and the Imperials are subdivided into political factions, all of which use highly questionable tactics at some point in the movie. Undoubtedly, the Empire is still the villain in the end from an audience perspective, but unlike other Star Wars films, the validity or even the existence of the morally just alliance is not taken for granted.

Jyn Erso enters her journey recognizing the evil of the Empire but nonetheless dubious of the Rebel Alliance. When we meet her in the Wobani Labor Camp, she’s disillusioned by politics, which is a realistic and understandable reaction for someone stuck in the bottom tiers of society. When confronted by Saw Gerrera’s passion for the counterrevolutionary cause, she has no reason to share his zeal and declares that she has no reason to support the Rebels who have only “brought her pain”. The audience is biased towards the Rebels, but to give the characters this innate bias would be unrealistic and diminish the validity of the universe. The screenwriters of Rogue One avoid this trap. In doing so, they make Jyn’s decision to lead the Rogue One squad later in the film much more meaningful than if she’d just been naturally gifted with a revolutionary spirit. It also makes her choice to defy the Rebel Council more believable.

Finally, Rogue One manages to convey the theme of hope without empty cliches and schmaltzy victories. The protagonists go through hell and ultimately perish together, but even in their last moments, they know that they didn’t die in vain. To me, that is far more powerful than having a miraculous triumph or your typical happily ever after ending. Through the titular team’s willingness to make sacrifices and confrontation with the dominant force both within and outside their alliance, Rogue One truly demonstrates that “Rebellions are built on hope”.

#rogue one #rogue one a star wars story #jyn erso #cassian andor #chirrut imwe #baze malbus #bodhi rook #galen erso #the whole erso family deserved better #rebelcaptain #chirrutbaze #gareth edwards #gareth edwards appreciation

[tattarrattat-oullie]

#jyn erso #cassian andor #rebelcaptain #rogue one #star wars #they deserved better #ugly crying #bodhi rook #chirrut imwe #baze malbus #b99 #incorrect quotes #im sure this has been done before but i cant remember #if it has plz let me know and ill give due credit where cred it is due #L O V E

[itsasimplereason]

You know I’ve never drawn Bodhi before now and that’s almost a crime, so thank you for the lovely request!! 

@sassysnowperson

#Bodhi Rook #sketch request #Rouge One #Star Wars #I loved him so much #he deserved so much better than to be tortured and then killed within a week #RIP #sassysnowperson #art

[poonyo]

star wars meme: [5/7] characters ♡  bodhi rook

I could do right by myself. I could make it right if I was brave enough to listen to what was in my heart. To do something about it.

#swedit #starwarsedit #strwrsdaily #swsource #swnews* #theforcesource #starwarsfilmsource #bodhi rook #star wars #rogue one #bensolcs #itsthatunique #rosetylecr #*swm #*edit #*gifs #he deserved better

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Happy follower celebration!!! Oml thats so many congrats seriously you deserve it. So i just rewatched rogue one and have the biggest feels. I was wondering if i could get a rogue one matchup specifically other star wars a a whole works too.

I go by she/her and am bi.

As for personality I am quite introverted and tend to love just chilling in my room. I do however open up around close friends where I can be loud, especially when talking about my interests.

As for hobbies I love digital art. I love digital illustration, making character models/art for game design, web design, graphics, and more. I love playing rpg video games, visual novels, otomes etc. I also love reading fantasy, classical literature, myths and folklore. I like making jewelry too! Love watching films from like every era while beading bracelets and necklaces as well. As much as i enjoy spending time in my room with my hobbies, one of my favorite things to do is travel the world. I also love to bellydance to Arabic and Bollywood music.

Id say my strengths are definitely my imagination and creativity. I tend to get lost in my head in made up worlds and use that for my digital art. Id also say that im quite good at being on top of things and will always finish all my work before play.

For weaknesses its my pessimism and anxiety. I get into ruts where sometimes all I see is a doom scenario.

Thats it! Thank You!

Now onto your ship. Im pretty sure ive shipped you with Obi Wan before but im sticking with that! Its your pensive nature and reliableness. You two feel like peas in a pod. I can totally see both of you relaxing in the library exploring history of different plantets.

Thanks and congrats once again!

I ship you with Bodhi Rook

What can I say, but soft. You two are soft together.

Your both naturally introverted and so know when it’s time to recharge you batteries and give each other the space you need. Bodhi is admittedly not as creative as you, but he’d be fully supportive of you art. You two are comfortable just being in each other’s presence.

The one hang up is the two of you can play into each other’s anxieties at times. However, Bodhi is much better at pulling himself out of it and doing the scary thing anyway. He’ll help you do the same with nothing but empathy. He knows how hard it can be.

Ah yes, my Star Wars husband returns.

6K Follower Celebration (Requests Are Open)

(12/30)

#6k followers #6000 follower celebration #bodhi rook #obi wan kenobi #Star Wars #rogue one

[thestarbirdfromtheashes]

My contribution to Bodhi Week is this:

Bodhi Rook is fucking amazing at all times, in all universes, and anyone who is mean to Bodhi is a fucking asshole with no soul.

Thank you that is all.

#starbird says #bodhi rook #bodhi week #bodhi appreciation #i love bodhi #and he deserved BETTER

[cluelessfanperson]

Things I Realized After Watching Rouge One: A Star Wars Story for a Third Time

1.) Bodhi Rook had the potential to be an extremely complex and compelling character: “He enlisted in the Galactic Empire and had aspirations to become an Imperial starfighter pilot. He entered Terrabe Sector Service Academy in 7 BBYand studied flight training for two years, but due to insufficient test scores Rook did not qualify for admission into the starfighter programme. Two years later, Rook was granted the rank of Ensign and eventually cleared to work in cargo shuttles for the transport of Imperial documents and artifacts.”  He is a character who willingly joined The Empire, only to later decide to “defect” and join The Rebellion. The film could have explored the circumstances that influenced him to join and later abandon The Empire.

2.) Bodhi Rook and Cassian Andor should have been the two main protagonists. These are two men who grew up in very different environments, surrounded by (potentially) different cultures and ideologies. It would have been extremely powerful to see two completely opposite characters, both who were trained to kill one another, unite in order to defeat a larger evil. It also would’ve made the whole “make these characters gray” concept more significant.

3.) Bodhi Rook and Riz Ahmed deserved better.

I’m done...Sorry about this unexpected TED Talk.

#Rouge One #Star Wars #Bodhi Rook #Riz Ahmed #Cassian Andor #he and Riz deserved better #hell all of the characters deserved better #but mostly him

[laguerradelasgalaxias]

it's been a year and a half and rogue one continues to make me sad

#Bodhi Rook deserved better #they all did #rogue one #bodhi rook #betty's life

[ensignrook]

My first reaction was: oh shit, his mom was a pilot, too. But then I realized the goggles are probably to keep sand out of their eyes during dust storms. Thanks, Rey, for helping me figure that out.

#or the Rook's just wear goggles #goggles are on their family crest #rogue one #bodhi rook deserves better #Bodhi Rook #justice for bodhi rook