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lifeofkaze · 10 months

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Get the Shakes, Hit the Brakes

A/N: I know the Rockstars are going their own, original way now, but that doesn't mean I can't share the odd (fandom) Rockstar short with you, does it? No, that's what I thought. As always, Katriona Cassiopeia belongs to my darling @kc-and-co.

I've put my foot in my mouth

It erases all doubt

I get the shakes, hit the brakes

'Cause you know I'm freaking out

~ Danko Jones - Ship of Lies ~

The new year had brought both a flurry from the North and Equinox back to New York City. While Lizzie was sorry to leave behind the sunny hills of California, where she had spent their Christmas break visiting her brother with Orion, the city that never slept was a welcome change for her. After all, she wasn’t sleeping much either.

It had all started innocently, with a phone call from their management shortly after they had landed in LA. Their label had signed a new singer, a young woman with great prospects, who could do with a little of Equinox’s reflected glory; if Orion could imagine writing a song for her?

Turned out, Orion very much could.

He and the singer in question - a very pretty girl with flaming red hair and an Irish accent - had had an extensive Zoom call on the same evening, and Orion had delved into the challenge headfirst straight after. Usually, Lizzie left him alone when inspiration struck, but when he continued working all through the Christmas weekend, she couldn’t help the edge of annoyance creeping up on her.

On the plane from LAX to JFK, Orion didn’t have any more words than necessary for Lizzie to spare. He was glued to his notebook, absentmindedly tapping his pencil against his lips, the headphones with the demo loops he had recorded like a physical barrier between them. Defeated, Lizzie left him to his devices, leaning back in her seat to try and catch some sleep. She could hear the faintest wisps of music when Orion turned up the volume of his phone and felt the heaviness of sleep vanishing again as it had done for the past couple of days. Glumly, she sunk deeper into her seat and turned her head, watching the clouds fly by outside the window.

Her mood didn’t increase until it was time to land. Orion was oblivious to her silence, still engrossed in what he’d written on the plane, but their friends Murphy and Katriona, who had come to pick them up, exchanged alarmed glances.

“What’s the matter?” Katriona asked her quietly. “Do you need me to hug you, or hit him?”

“Neither,” Lizzie replied, “only that.”

She took the steaming cup of coffee Katriona had brought for her, flicked her sunglasses onto her nose, and followed Orion past the photographers waiting outside with her head kept down. There was no use in complaining; they were here for work, after all.

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Lizzie had hoped being reunited with the other members of Equinox would help take her mind off Orion’s detachment, but the distraction she had hoped for wouldn’t come. What came instead, was a visitor.

She came into the studio with Orion, who had been out since early in the morning. The cold wind had brought a healthy flush to her cheeks, her long red hair beneath a maroon woolly hat covered with specks of stray snowflakes. In her hand she carried a steaming mug of coffee; the other was resting on Orion’s arm.

He introduced Morgaine Yarwood to them with a warm smile that made Lizzie want to roll her eyes, an urge she almost gave in to when Orion invited her to stay for their rehearsals. Morgaine sat on the sidelines listening, and even though she stayed silent, Lizzie found herself thoroughly thrown off by her presence.

Morgaine joining their rehearsals quickly turned into a habit. She was there every day, coming in with Orion after having worked with him on her new song for a couple of hours. Apparently, it was a duet now. Lizzie still hadn’t heard anything of it except for a few lines she had caught here and there, but soon her curiosity gave way to irritation at Orion’s lack of focus. She wished they would just record the bloody thing and be done with it, but that feeling changed when the two of them actually hit the studio.

Orion had invited Lizzie and the others to their final takes. Lizzie was more apprehensive than she had expected, keeping to the back of the control room as Orion and Morgaine took their spots behind the microphones.

Talk ceased as the first notes filled the air and they began to sing. Two strands of opposing melodies weaved an intricate web of sound, which was impossible not to get caught in. Her voice was sweet and clear, perfectly complemented by Orion’s darker, husky vocals. The pace of the ballad picked up while they sang about how they inspired by each other, two halves of the same thing creating something infinitely bigger than them. Lizzie inadvertently tapped her foot to the compelling rhythm; when she noticed, she made herself stop.

The song reached its climax, and suddenly, Lizzie found the air in the studio room too stuffy to breathe. She pushed between her mesmerised friends, trying not to slam the door on her way out. There was something not unlike anger bubbling under her skin, a nagging feeling of doubt, disappointment, and deep frustration.

The feeling lingered even after Lizzie had returned to her hotel room. She changed into her workout clothes, hoping the hotel gym would help settle her thoughts, when with a soft beep the hotel door was unlocked. Orion stood in the door, his features a mixture of worry and wariness.

“Liz?” he said carefully. “Are you alright? The others said you left all of a sudden.”

Lizzie was about to reply when a shock of red hair appeared next to him.

“It’s such a shame you left,” Morgaine said with a warm smile. “I really hoped to hear your opinion on our song.”

“Our song, is it now?” Lizzie snapped, not at her but at Orion, who shrugged slightly.

“It’s as much Morgaine’s work as it is mine. We wrote it together.”

“Sure.”

Orion sighed. “You don’t understand –”

“Apparently, I don’t,” Lizzie hissed. “Sorry, I’m not a songwriter. Sorry, I’m only your stupid little girlfriend keeping you from living your best life!”

Orion looked as if she’d lost her mind. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“This bloody song is all you’ve been thinking about for weeks. Don’t you see it? You forgot all about what actually matters!”

Orion’s eyes hardened. “No matter who I write for, every piece of music is a part of me.” When Lizzie scoffed he added, more sharply, “What’s your problem? Both of us had side projects before. You and David are planning a cover project as we speak.”

“That’s different.”

“I fail to see how.”

“David is part of the band. He’s our friend, and he has a girlfriend.”

“What does that have to do with any of this?”

“Fuck this,” Lizzie shook her head. “I don’t have time for this bullshit.”

Snatching up her running shoes, she shouldered between Orion and Morgaine and started down the hallway, half wishing Orion would call after her. He didn’t. Brushing aside her fury, Lizzie pulled her ponytail tighter, jumped down the steps and left the hotel.

She didn’t pay attention to where she ran. New York City flew past her, a blur of concrete, faces, and flashing lights. Her anger drove her on, making her heart beat even faster than her steps. Stopping for breath near a small bodega, a colourful display of tabloid papers caught her eye, the one Lizzie picked up leaving a bitter taste in her mouth.

She stared at the picture of Orion and Morgaine on the cover, which must have been taken on the day Orion had taken her to band rehearsals for the first time. She was wearing the same woolly hat she had back then and - Lizzie gritted her teeth at the sight - had her arm looped through Orion’s as they walked the snowy streets of New York City. A smaller picture of Orion and Lizzie herself had been put next to it, showing them on the day of their arrival in New York. They both wore sunglasses, Orion walking several feet ahead of her with his headphones on, Lizzie following behind with her lips pressed together.

Putting the magazine down, Lizzie sharply turned and picked up her pace again. She ran until the skies turned dark and the colourful neon lights took over. The temperatures dropped considerably, and Lizzie wished she hadn’t forgotten her phone in her hurry to leave; as it was, she had no way of telling anyone where she was, even if she had known herself. She was weighing her options on what to do when the sound of a guitar reached her ear. Curious, Lizzie followed it.

A little further down the road, a lone street musician was still braving the cold. He was clad in a shabby coat, the case of his guitar set at his feet. He gave Lizzie a fleeting smile as she approached, immediately soaked up in his music again.

The cold and her aching legs forgotten, Lizzie stopped to listen. He was good - very good - but it wasn’t so much his music that had her staring. It was a different young man she saw before her inner eye, a little older, with dark hair that just about reached his shoulders, playing his songs by the side of a small canal in Manchester. Lizzie swallowed. How long ago that felt.

The next song began, breaking her from her thoughts. Goosebumps covered the backs of Lizzie’s arms as the first notes of Dreamcatcher Girl drifted through the air. She thought of the first time she had heard it in its entirety - at Glastonbury Festival, in front of thousands of people, but meant for her alone - and hugged herself a little tighter.

When the crowd dissolved, Lizzie lingered, pondering on what to do. She didn’t have a penny on her, but she didn’t want to leave the young man just like that either, so instead, she approached him with a friendly smile. There was mild curiosity on his face at first, but when he took a closer look, his eyes widened.

“Holy shit, aren’t you…?”

“I’m Lizzie, hi,” Lizzie said. “You were amazing. How long have you been at it?”

He swallowed visibly. “Two years now. Out here every day.”

“Keep going,” Lizzie smiled, “you’ll never know what comes off it.”

She turned to leave when he suddenly blurted out, “Would you take a picture with me? I’m such a fan.”

“Of course.” Lizzie stood next to him and smiled broadly as he snapped a selfie. “Tag me when you upload it. I’ll give you a shoutout.”

“That’s awesome, thank you!”

Lizzie shook her head. “No, thank you.”

It took her a while to find her way back to the hotel, and by the time she reached the outside of her and Orion’s room, she was shaking from the cold and exhaustion. There was music drifting out into the hallway, which Lizzie recognised as the song she couldn’t bear to hear until the end earlier in the day. This time, she took the time to listen. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the doorframe as she did so, picking out all the little details that made Orion’s songs so special. There was so much of him in it, so many things she had come to love so dearly. The thought made her sad. Even now - upset, shaking, and with more than a door separating them - his music was so beautiful that it made the tears rise to her eyes.

Bracing her shoulders, Lizzie knocked on the door. The music stopped abruptly, Orion appearing in the doorway a moment later.

“You’re back,” he said superfluously. “Where have you been?”

Lizzie shrugged, slipping past him into the room. She said nothing as Orion sat on the bed and took up his guitar again, his fingers absentmindedly picking the strings.

“Have you calmed down?” he asked eventually.

Again, Lizzie shrugged. “I think so.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No. It doesn’t matter.”

“It does matter.” Orion put away his guitar. “What you said about Morgaine earlier –“

“– was uncalled for, and I’m sorry,” Lizzie cut him off. “Being surrounded by so much genius can be a little overwhelming sometimes.”

“The sun doesn’t shine less bright for another star burning in the distance,” Orion replied softly. “You have no reason for doubt.”

“Don’t I?” Lizzie said, not able to keep the bitterness from her voice. “Your song suggests otherwise.”

Orion tilted his head. “What do you think the song is about?”

“About finding someone just like you. About belonging somewhere, with someone who understands you. Completes you.” More quietly, she added, “I had just hoped that someone would be me.”

Orion sighed, getting up and taking Lizzie’s icy hands. “When you and I look at each other on stage - how does that make you feel?”

“I don’t know. Happy, I guess?”

“Your answer skims the surface of waters that run so much deeper. Try again.”

“Loved?” Lizzie frowned. “No. Seen.”

Orion nodded. “I bare my heart and soul with my music, but never all of it. Not to the world, at least. You get to see all of me.” His lips twitched. “The good, the bad, and the ugly.”

“There isn’t anything ugly.”

“Yes, there is, but my music turns it into something beautiful. You understand this because you understand me. Little drummer girl,” he smiled, running his thumb over her cheek, “I may have written the song with Morgaine, but how could you ever doubt that I was writing it for you?”

Lizzie cast down her eyes. “I’m sorry for being so silly.”

“You weren’t silly.”

“Wasn’t I?”

“Maybe a little,” Orion laughed softly, kissing her. “Go and take a shower now and put on something warm. The song is recorded and in the mixing. Time to pay attention to what really matters.”

“What, the band?”

Orion’s laugh was warm as he pulled her closer.

“You and me.”

#when stars ignite #rockstar shorts #lizzie jameson #orion amari #I have no zen left today

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the-al-chemist · 8 months

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Autumn Updates

Hello friends and people I’m too shy to actually talk to. Here are my plans for A/W 23.

On This Wild Night is coming on the 15th September, once I’ve finished tweaking bits and pieces. There are 12 scenes, I’ll be posting each scene individually on AO3 and Wattpad, but on Tumblr they’ll be separated up into 5 separate chapters. Blurb, moodboard and playlist to come soon.

I’ll be publishing This Shadowed Land as three separate “books”, each with its own arc. The first draft of the first book (Order) is finished and awaiting some (pretty hefty) editing ready to be shared. I’m hoping to publish this through the later part of the autumn.

As well as this, I’ll be posting my monthly art/writing submissions for @hp-12monthsofmagic, and on my original writing blog I have a couple of projects coming out. There’s the new and improved version of @lifeofkaze and my lovechild, When Stars Ignite, and a little collection of short stories and (admittedly mediocre) poetry entitled Shaken Shakespeare. This collection features a revamp of one of my favourite short stories, Much Ado About Bluffing.

#al speaks #wip updates #on this wild night #this shadowed land #when stars ignite #hp12mom

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kaze-writes · 9 months

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Exciting news from the Rockstar stage!

"When Stars Ignite" is officially in the run for the Watty Awards 2023!

My lovely co-author @alyslaskeywriter and I are beyond excited (and maybe or maybe not dying a little on the inside, omg) and I can't wait to see what you guys think of it.

If you fancy having a look, you can find the story here:

#writers of tumblr #writing community #creative writing #writblr #writeblr #writing #original writing #writers on tumblr #alys laskey #when stars ignite #the rockstars are running baby #kaze writes #kaze is actually scared af but oh well

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cracklewink · 26 days

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My Mane 6 Redesigns all together! I was going to post them separately but ended up finishing them all before I got around to it lol

#mlp #my little pony friendship is magic #my little pony #mlp fim #mlp redesign #earth pony twilight truthers where are you #bat pony fluttershy truthers where are you #dark color palette rarity truthers where are you #ALL OF YOU RISE WITH ME #im ESPECIALLY an earth pony twilight truther ever since I saw the old G5 concepts #I love the idea that Twilight's bonds with others are her true magic rather than beams or spells and I feel earth pony twi fits that well #since “the five elements brought together creates the sixth element magic“ aka friendship since FIM she embodies ”magic“ in a #more metaphorical sense #the star in her eyes is also a reference to the first ep when twilight says “the spark” ignited inside of her heart #plus the earth pony to alicorn pipeline is so cool and i like the idea of an earth pony being the bearer of the element of magic as a #fun contrast/its unexpected

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emonydeborah · 8 months

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Why I love Spock's song

I'm sure someone has made all these points already but I love Spock's song so much so I will make them again

Christine worked on him for two seasons about expressing his feelings, and he ventured out into human experiences and feelings with her guidance. He learned to express himself from her example and at her encouragement. She gave him a blueprint/framework to work off of.

Courtesy of The Naked Time, we know that Spock tries to process/handle his feelings with math. Math is always true and always reliable and obviously it's a very important part of Spock's life as a science officer.

"I'm Ready" and "I'm the X" have the same melody. It's a different tempo and mood, but they have the same framework.

BUT the actual content of "I'm the X" is a math pun (wanted to be kind and call it a metaphor but. it's a pun) and it is how he comprehends what he's going through.

Man is processing his feelings as best he can IN THE CONTEXT OF WHAT CHRISTINE TAUGHT HIM.

At least that's how I interpreted it and I hope I'm right. It had to have been at least partially on purpose and kudos to whichever screen/songwriter came up with it. I love it so much.

#star trek #strange new worlds #snw #snw 2x09 #subspace rhapsody #spock #christine chapel #spock x chapel #my soul IGNITED when I made this connection

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purplepinkcoruscantskies · 11 months

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In the past 24 hours we've gotten an actual date for Ahsoka and confirmation that Sabine is wielding Ezra's lightsaber and will be fighting Dark Jedi apprentices with it so life is going great.

This is everything I've ever wanted and more. And now I know that when Sabine and Ezra have their reunion they'll hug and Sabine will return it to him and then I'll cry.

#star wars #star wars rebels #rebels #ahsoka #sabine wren #ezra bridger #when ezra and sabine reunite just before a battle and she hands it to him before he ignites it and goes off to fight

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jasontoddssuper · 8 months

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The Magic Trio(Jason,Summer and Eddie when they were sidekicks)

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the-darkness-does-not-bargain · 1 year

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omg, forgot to mention but re: who would like the prequels, and who would hate em, i think maybe surprisingly, ava would hate em because she’s willing to guve most things a pass, unless it’s a shitty prequel and/or sequel in her eyes (canonverse reason for this hc is because there was a crapton of shitty prequels & sequels at the orphanage snd they were practically most the only things ava could watch or read, for this universe, idk, she’s just picky in this aspect)

and lilith is a firm prequel defender, but mostly because of her crush on, idk, prequels yoda or ki adi mundi, mostly because i like to hc her as being bi & having the worst and/or weirdest taste in men (see adriel) because it’s funny

Ava values storytelling and it's one of the few things she's actually picky about, so she has many hardcore opinions abouts media, and the prequels are just one of the many hills she's chosen to die on (symbolically only, of course). Lilith does like the prequels, especially for the weird men, but she also has a soft spot for Padme and especially Padme's outfits.

#warrior nun #sister lilith #ava silva #ava x lilith #when bea comes she of course has never seen amy star wars movies #and oh the chaos that erupts on movie marathon day #old arguments over Virgil and Shakespeare ignite with new passion while beatrice is just trying to follow the plot of Phantom Menace

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fxllingout · 7 months

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rise and warriors best worlds mvs no contest

#like. dont get me wrong i enjoy some of the other ones as well #ignite. legends never die. gods #burn it all down is pretty good as well #i like what star walking had going on at the beginning but not really the rest #but rise and warriors are another level #kinda sad about gods. if the animation had more energy to it i think it could have been up these with these two #especially with the story line they got going on in it #like the when the chorus plays it would have been so cool if the animation matched its energy !!!!!!!!!#but its doesnt :9 #it just feels too slow. even when theyre fighting #LIKE SORRY WHY IS THE FIRST CHORUS MAINLY TAKEN UP BY DEFT STARING AT HIS COMPUTER LOOKING SAD WHEN IT SHOULD BE THE MATCHES #also the not chorus parts of the song could use a little oomph to them #like not exactly like the chorus but i feel like they dont need to be that slow #anyways thats all folks thanks for reading #cait.txt

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lunaetis · 3 months

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▸▸ [ @resolutepath || elio & yinyue || starter call ]

─「银月」─ while the concept of ANOTHER WORLD was not lost to the rover, it was still something almost eye-opening in nature to witness the birth of the stars or the destruction of worlds unfolding before one's eyes. yinyue did not see them, of course, however, she could HEAR the sounds that echoed from this very person. a kind of power underneath their fingertips as her entire being quivered just by being in their presence alone.

�� " how ... ? " it shifted and changed, their echoes. it was as though they could pave new PATHS and create an entire reality consisting of different possibilities. it wasn't ... noises, either. these waves she could feel in the air. they weren't unorganized or random either, they were all ... real. " how could one person handle these many waves ... the weight. it'd drive one insane. "

#resolutepath #.ignition #.[ yinyue | rover ]#.[ yinyue.verse: trail of the stars: honkai star rail ]#[ i did a coin flip & it landed on elio ! so elio it is !#for context --- given that elio could see EVERY POSSIBLE FUTURE / PATHS #and yinyue being the vessel of sounds ... i was thinking what if yinyue didn't know they could see all possibilities & futures #but she could HEAR it in waves #like when one person walk down the path their waves & echo are constant and linear #but elio ? it's like they're EVERYWHERE AND NOWHERE AT ONCE #bc of their ability to see so many possibilities so it's like they have all these sound waves in their palms #able to see & hear everything #and yinyue is dumbfounded bc this power is almost god-like in nature #i'M NOT SURE IF I'M EXPLAINING IT PROPERLY BUT I'M TRYING TO LIKE #translate elio's power into soundwaves that yinyue can detect / hear #anyway excuse my rambling hkjhklhjkl iF IT DOESN'T WORK & YOU NEED SOMETHING ELSE JUST LEMME KNOW !! ]

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lifeofkaze · 5 months

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Before the show is after the show...

If you're hanging on Wattpad or AO3 in your free time (as you do), you may or may not have noticed the disappearance of a certain major project from both my original as well as my fandom feed.

That is right, as of now, @the-al-chemist and my story When Stars Ignite (and it's mini spin-off Before the Spark) will be pulled from the internet in its fandom version. There are various reasons for this, the main one being the story's conversion into an original novel. Since we don't know exactly what to do with it yet when (if...) we're finished, we decided to not let it float around online platforms for the time being.

Does that mean there will be no Rockstar content in the future from my side anymore?

Well, if you know me one bit, you have the answer to that already, haha, but you will need to head over to my original account @kaze-writes for it.

Thank you to everyone who read the story, supported the story, was a part of it and loved it as much we did and still do. I hope once it makes its return in whatever shape, form or medium, you will still be there for the ride. You'll get backstage passes, I promise.

Rock on ✨

#psa #kaze talks #when stars ignite #is taking a creative break #so the #rockstar au #is officially no longer an au #yay

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euesworld · 2 years

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"My soul ignites when your smile touches my mind and my heart swells to the light of star signs.."

There are so many stars in the universe but there is only one of you, one of your smiles and I can't help but to think 'how beautiful is that?' - eUë

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kaze-writes · 25 days

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When Stars Ignite - Update

It's been almost a year after @alyslaskeywriter and I sat on my sofa with our basil sangria and jokingly said "What if we reopened that Rockstar project...?"

Historically, I should have known that our "What if..."s usually end up in time and energy-consuming endeavours. Also, there's no way in hell I pass one of them so now - not quite a year - I am happy to report that...

Draft 1 of the When Stars Ignite-Rewrite is finished!!

There's still tons of changes to be made, and things to adapt, and tweaked, and cut (esp that lol) but I'm so happy I could cry right now.

It's too early in the day to get myself a cherry margarita (Jaz would disagree) but... here's to the rockstars.

Rock 'n' roll. Deal with it.

also tagging @kc-the-writer and @lyatudor bc duh. You guys are the greatest cheerleaders ever.

#wip: when stars ignite #writblr #writing community #creative writing #writeblr #writing #original writing #writers on tumblr #writers of tumblr #kaze writes

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frombothofmyhearts · 2 years

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thinking about the soundtrack to Obi-Wan and Vader's confrontation scene in part III. how the moment he first wields his lightsaber - the first time igniting it in 10 years, the first time since he last used it to fight his best friend - and how I was expecting that this moment of reclaiming the lightsaber, the weapon of the Jedi, and reconnecting with the Force would be a moment of triumph for him. and it wasn't. and how I was expecting to hear The Force Theme at a moment like this, how we've all been trained by all the movies and shows preceding this, how at those moments when all seems lost and our heroes finally take a stand - we hear that uplifting melody. but we didn't this time.

instead, we hear Obi-Wan's theme. they're so similar in a way - a mournful horn solo against a stark, nearly empty background, just a layer of string tremolos underneath. Obi-Wan's theme contains that same magical perfect fourth interval that defines one of John Williams's most iconic compositions of all time, and I keep expecting to hear it quoted in his theme. but we never get it. I keep wanting to hear The Force Theme in Obi-Wan's theme but it always pivots at the last moment, it always strikes a different chord... just as we see him turning away from the Force, cutting himself off, quite literally running away from who he was and the life he can no longer lead.

and instead his theme is defined by the minor third and the minor sixth intervals, which are so commonly associated with sorrow. that perfect fourth, so prevalent in so much of Williams's music for this universe, surfaces only a few times in Obi-Wan's theme, always to be quickly overtaken by these haunting, discordant descending chromatic lines. just a hint of the song we know. just a hint of the man we believe he can be.

#sorry don't know what this is supposed to be #just going a little feral about john williams as any normal person would #the way I keep thinking I'm going to hear it #I keep humming it in my head #I keep thinking I'm going to hear THE FORCE THEME but then it's subverted because Obi-Wan is CUT OFF FROM THE FORCE #every time I think it and every time it tricks me just like a man who has spent the past ten years hiding himself #and turning away from the thing that once made him feel safe and whole-#that little exchange with leia though 'I feel safe' ugh #I very nearly put it actually sheet music examples I may have to go back and add those later #but I had to get this all out now #another thing that I really want to look at is the theme that plays immediately after obi wan ignites his saber #when vader approaches #it's this deliciously twisted reflection of the original theme I'm convinced they're related but I haven't analyzed it yet #anyway #star wars #obi wan kenobi #john williams #music #commentary #obi wan show #text post #personal #congratulations! if you've reached the end of these tags #I know it's a lot but it's been so long since I've been able to enjoy things I just really needed this

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shotmrmiller · 2 months

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retired pornstar ghost has always been a talker. his voice is deep— a low rumble like distant thunder. always gets anyone that's under him going.

his voice to his own ears sounds plain, like any other man, really; he doesn't see the appeal. but what he does find appealing are the noises that come from you, his cute co-star when he talks to you, lips dripping with honey.

ghost loves when you clamp down on his cock, squeezing him like a vice when his wicked words sink into your ears. "tight bloody cunt would drive any man wild, love. how lucky i am that it's me getting to fuck you."

"look at you under me," he stills the bucking of your hips with one hand, skin dimpling where his fingers dig into you, "at my mercy, taking my desire."

"doing so well," he coos.

ghost lets out a sharp exhale through his teeth when your walls begin to flutter around him. "so quick to come, and i haven't even touched," he moves his hand down to your mons, thumb finding your swollen pearl, "here."

the circles he draws there are tight, precise, destructive. he brutally wrenches your orgasm from you, and in your blinding ecstasy, you dig your nails into the side of his proportionately wider waist.

his hips undulate as he fucks you through it while still fucking talking.

"kitty's got claws, doesn't she? i love a little—" but the words that were on his tongue crumbled into ash. you'd dragged your nails on his skin in mild annoyance, because how dare he sound so untaxed even though you're still twitching from the aftershocks under him—

the silence spoke volumes; he'd even stopped moving. you did it again, and this time he had whimpered— a pathetic little noise that came from the back of his throat.

delicious.

you wonder. this time, your nails score red lines down the front of his chest, grazing a little too close to his nipple and he groaned. loud.

delectable, like thick, molten chocolate.

now it's your turn to do the talking. "the mighty ghost, rendered speechless. have i performed a miracle?"

peering down at you, his eyes hold a deeper shade than usual. you continue to claw at him, this time targeting his unmistakably sensitive nipple. the sight of his eyes rolling back in sheer bliss ignites a fire within you.

"my, oh my," the smug grin on your face perfectly matches your tone. "tell me what you need, ghost. you need me to mark you up? want to see me on you come morning?"

his growl is animalistic, a shiver licks up your spine. he quickly bends you in half, feet dangling helplessly on his brawny shoulders.

"bite."

it's easy to follow his edict when he hits so deeply in this angle that the pain and pleasure blur into one overwhelming sensation. your teeth sink into the thick meat of his barrel chest, and he abruptly stills, a guttural snarl escaping his lips.

he doesn't speak a word until after; when his seed drips from your glistening slit and sweat-slick skin begins to cool down.

"fuckin' hell, love."

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"Please, Harder!" Headcanons

ꕥMonster Trio + Ace & Lawꕥ

༉‧₊˚✧ (nsfw, fem afab!reader, 18+ only) ༉‧₊˚✧

a few drabbles for how the monster trio + ace & law respond to you asking them to fuck you harder! (>ᴗ•) !

cw: fem afab!reader, piv sex, spanking, praise, choking, rough sex, positions (in order): mating press, doggy style, cowgirl, wall sex, prone bone.

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

"Please, Harder!" Headcanons

ꕥMonster Trio + Ace & Lawꕥ

Luffy:

Luffy seldom falters in his incessant pace; he revels in his ability to fuck you like an animal in heat; harder and faster than anything you’ve ever experienced. He's captivated by the sounds emanating from your throat, and the knowledge that he's the one eliciting such responses makes it even more enticing. He diligently strives to uncover a wide array of your vocalizations, collecting them, almost.

On this occasion in particular, he’s got you on your back, legs dangling over his toned shoulders as he holds you down by your waist, pounding his length into your needy cunt while you scream and whine for him.

A new noise erupts from your heaving chest, one that Luffy’s never heard before; a plea,

“Please, Luffy, harder!”

The foreign sentence prompts his ears to perk up, momentarily causing his pace to falter. He looks down at you, his eyes widening as he carefully studies your face to confirm he heard you correctly.

Suddenly, a smile tugs at his lips, and he bursts into hearty laughter,

“You want me to fuck you harder?” he giggles, but his tone is tinted with a bit of playful arrogance, “Sure! If you think you can handle it!”

Seeing your desperation as a challenge, the captain accepts eagerly, aiming to prove himself. He grounds his knees harder into the mattress and pulls his hips back before thrusting in abruptly, making you cry out as the tip of his cock batters your sweet spot.

"That's a new one!" he chuckles, the unfamiliar sound igniting a flame within him that courses through his veins and singes his blood, filling him with an exhilaration beyond compare.

Determined to hear the special noise again, he commences with his unruly pace, making your screams rise in pitch.

The grip he has on your waist tightens as he continues pounding you, the sounds of your sloppy cunt accepting his cock over and over again causing elation to flood his skull,

“This hard enough for ya, baby?"

Zoro:

Zoro is a relentless force, driven by an insatiable desire to prove himself; strength and sexual abilities alike.

He refuses to settle for anything less than excellence, especially in the bedroom. He’s in constant pursuit of validation, hellbent on getting you to scream his name only seconds in.

Zoro’s got you on your hands and knees, treating your insides with brutal thrusts as he kneels behind you; thick, strong fingers bruising the plush flesh of your hips as he grasps them tightly.

His grip is like a vise, unyielding and firm, your screams falling on deaf ears as he rails you mercilessly. He always aims to assert his dominance, his presence, and when your needy request makes its way to him, to say he’s surprised is an understatement.

“Please, Zoro, harder!”

He’s still holding you, with unwavering resolve, but his harsh pace as slowed, just barely, so he can hear you over the lewd sounds of your skin slapping together.

“Say that again.”

And you do, making the large man behind you let out an amused tsk.

He promptly obliges, but not because you’re in charge; oh no, he’s fueled by a fierce resolve to make you rue the moment you questioned his abilities.

The swordsman’s grip tightens on your hips as he immediately begins thrusting harder, so intensely it makes stars erupt beneath your eyelids.

He’s groaning behind you, planting harsh smacks to your ass as he proceeds, obsessed with the way your cunt sucks in his cock so greedily.

Your mouth hangs slack and screams escape from it as he pounds you.

You’re a weak, trembling mess, causing the green-haired man to smirk as he leans down to rasp in your ear,

“Careful what you ask for.”

Sanji:

Sanji would move mountains for you, sacrifice everything to grant you joy. He’s entrapped by you and your presence; and it transforms him into a devoted disciple, eager to fulfill your every waking need. He hangs onto every word you say, treasuring each syllable as though you’re a deity among mortals.

He’s always been a gentle lover; petrified of hurting you, of damaging that precious body of yours that he worships so obsessively.

His adoration transcends mere admiration; he’s a devotee, obsessed with pleasing you with his gifted hands and gentle, strategic hips.

You’re on top tonight, grinding up and down on his length. You’re desperate for more, though, greedily moving your hips in a tight circle as you move up and down.

He’s quick to notice; promptly reaching up to hold your waist and aid you in your efforts, lifting his hips to thrust up into you slowly, carefully.

You whine at the pleasant sensation; it's welcomed, but it’s not enough.

“Please, Sanji, harder!”

Although he’s a bit taken aback by your sudden request, he doesn’t stop to think, he just obeys. Sanji presses his heels into the mattress to use his strong, lean legs to aid him in pounding into you from below, groaning as he looks up at you longingly.

“As you wish, beautiful.”

You’re panting, crying out for him as he fucks you harder than ever before; the pace is uncharacteristic but seemingly natural for the gentle cook.

The sight of your face contorted in pleasure makes the coil tighten in his lower stomach, his thrusts are becoming sloppy but remain brutal as he desperately leads you towards your orgasm,

“Sure you can take it, my love?”

Ace:

Ace is an enigma; a determined, goal-oriented man, but a kind, compassionate one, nonetheless.

He regularly tightropes the fine line between rearranging your guts and making sweet, gentle love to you.

His ambition is unwavering, but his heart remains soft and tender as he strives you make you shake and whine beneath him. He wants to stuff your brain full of nothing but lustful visions of the two of you; the juxtaposition of him fucking you roughly while he caresses and kisses your cheek.

He’ll usually start gently, kindly; moving his hips carefully, softly moving his lengthy cock in and out of you.

However, any little whine, squirm, or plea from you can flip the switch inside Ace; ignite the flame within him that singes his skin and plunges him into the unruly parts of himself. In an instant, he’ll be pounding you relentlessly, pace remaining brutal and firm as he makes you scream and pick your brain to find the moment he shifted.

Tonight is no different as Ace has you pressed against the wall, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he holds you up, gently thrusting in and out of your tight cunt.

You’re digging your nails down his freckled back, prying at his skin, praying that your touches alone are enough to signal that you’re desperate for more.

He persists like he has been, however, softly and gently, placing sweet kisses to your neck and chest.

You’re a whining mess, desire pricking at your goosebump-riddled skin as you nip at his collarbone, silently begging him to fuck you harder.

He’s stubborn, clearly, his pace remaining steady as he groans into your ear.

A plea tickles at your throat but you don’t attempt to stop it, instead, you allow the cry to bubble over and meet Ace’s ear,

“Please, Ace, harder!”

And there it was, the switch flipping; the very moment when kind, gentle Ace retreats, and rough, wild Ace emerges.

His grip on your hips tightens and he presses you into the wall harder, reaching up to firmly grasp your throat,

“Oh, yeah?” he growls, bringing his hips back to pound into you harshly, earning a weak cry from your slack jaw.

His pace is immediately overwhelming; you can feel his thick cock in your stomach as he stuffs you full, his blunt tip bullying your cervix with each pass, making you cry out rhythmically.

“This is a dangerous game you’re playing, pretty girl.”

Law:

Law navigates the world with a keen eye and a steady hand; and these traits always remain true, even in the bedroom.

He’s a meticulous, observant man; and although he may seem dull, he never misses a beat.

He opts for studying your body; your noises, your movements, in order to please you in the ways you need, not just the ways you want.

Every action is calculated, every decision weighed with thoughtful consideration. He moves with purpose, deliberate and measured, leaving nothing to chance.

Nothing goes unnoticed, or falls under the radar when you’re with Law; he may be tedious with his touches, but damn, it’s worth it, because he does it all perfectly.

Beneath his analytical exterior lies an insatiable curiosity; a deep, obsessive desire to understand every facet of your being, from the intricacies of your mind to the contours of your exquisite body.

He wants nothing more than to please you beyond comprehension.

You’re laying on your stomach, a pillow beneath your pelvis to raise you a bit. Law is hovering above you as he thrusts steadily into your cunt, leaning down to groan in your ear and kiss along your nape.

His pace is fixed but firm, and the position you’re in aids him in hitting your sweet-spot dead-on with each thrust.

You’re whimpering needily, coming undone beneath the doctor as he stays true to his consistent pace.

He’s precise and careful; making sure to hit your g-spot with each pass, but he can tell you’re desperate for something; aching for more.

He can tell what you’re about to say before you can even get the courage to let it out,

“Please, Law, harder!”

A smug grin tugs at his lips, amused by your desperation for his cock, but he listens, immediately beginning to thrust harder into you.

His pelvis meets your ass with a loud smack with each harsh thrust; the noises are lewd and your weak screams only add to it, but his pace never falters as he obeys your plea.

He’s determined to instill in you the fact that polite requests will always be granted, but he can’t help but tease you a bit,

“You’re insatiable.”

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

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