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the-s1lly-corner · 6 months

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How about digital circus x princess! Reader with their very own castle. Elegantly leaning out of their tower singing lullabies for anyone to hear. Ps Keep up the great work 👍

TADC cast x princess!reader

I know I usually stress that I answer stuff chronologically but I misread this as just jax (I'm sleepy!!) So I went to search for a princess reader post i did weeks ago, snagged the link then reread the request and saw it was the whole cast... but I've already committed to the bit by searching for the link sooooooooo

CAINE:

You and I both know hes goinv to use the fact ypure a princess for IHA... captured princess trope stuff, basically! So have fun with that! Absolutely loves your singing, so so much. Probably joins in with you, complimenting your part..or perhaps he hums.. other princesses have cute fairytale animals accompanying them, and you have..... bubble..... huh....

Really ups the whole... act when talking to you.. bows deeply, waves his arm around in a grand fashion when showing you to a room, ect ect ect

POMNI:

Has probably subconsciously/accidentally said you were pretty outloud. Gets absolutely lost in the sauce when you sing. Like just stands there, hands awkwardly clasped together in front of her as she listens. Probably sways side to side too. Gets very pink when talking to you, her face does the O^O thing... absolutely smitten

RAGATHA:

Ah my favorite, royal princess x common lady... well, at least aesthetically... whether or not you're royalty in the real world is debatable... anyways, that aside, I think this is probably one of my favorite ship dynamics... I love.. similar to pomni she is very bad at hiding her feelings around you. Tends to stare with a blushing face. Loves making you dresses; assuming you can swap out dresses considering the whole "their clothes are attatched to their bodies" thing

While I doubt your clothing can rip or tear thanks to the properties of the digital world, I think if she could, she would patch up any holes

KINGER:

Honestly I think out of this entire post, kinger is the only one who gets a platonic/found family take on this... just an old king and his princess kid. Again I'm not sure if he truly believes he royalty or if he was trying to appeal to the gloink queen by saying "as a royal myself.." but.. honestly I like the idea that he just likes playing the part. Like he knows hes not royalty but. You know? Let this man embellish himself

Pillow fort? No, pillow TOWER! No... pillow CASTLE! Pillow kingdom!!!

Nothing too hyped specific here he's just your dad here

ZOOBLE:

Oh? Cool. I mean your singing isnt really their cup of tea, they look like they're into alt/indie stuff tbh...maybe rock. Confession I'm terrible at identifying genres so I'm literally speaking out of my ass rn on what type of music zooble would listen to I'd have to list specific artists and songs

But this isnt about that

Depends on what kind of princess you are

If you're independent, resourceful, and badass I think you guys could build some chemistry

If you're like, damsel in distress, ,kind of stuck up, whiny, prissy, ect then it's a hard no

Not many ideas here tbh <\3

GANGLE:

Also thinks you're very pretty! Also loves your singing! I think she grew up on disney films, and even if she doesnt remember them it's still a core memory that like. is kind of instinctive atp. So she finds comfort around you, you know? LOVE that trope btw, where a character doesnt remember something but still finds comfort in it while not fully understanding why because as far as they know this is the first time with the thing

Absolutely melts if you compliment her. Sure, she would still melt if you weren't a princess.. but having someone so pretty and graceful saying it hits a certain way for her

JAX:

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microsuedemouse · 2 years

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For the Spotify Top 100, #3 or #15 for Abedison? You write them so beautifully!

(send me a ship and a number from 1-100; I'll write a short scene inspired by the corresponding song from my Spotify top songs this year)

friend I--

two of my five top genres this year were 'indie poptimism' and 'hopebeat.' my top music moods were 'nurturing' and 'courageous.' and you. you managed to pick. two very sad breakup songs.

(quick disclaimer: I heard the Twenty One Two version of Lose You To Love Me a solid month or two before I even learned it was a Selena Gomez song originally? lol. I have nothing against Selena, but I'm not really a fan either, and this version of the song just... vibes a lot more with me personally)

anyway. uh. I went with Resolution because I think the sentiments are a better fit for Abedison either way, and also because I already have a strong association between several other MCS tracks and Abed! now watch me cherry-pick the lyrics of this song so I can spin it into something definitely angsty but hopefully not completely heartbreaking?? (also. if you will excuse yet another parenthetical. this scene turned out a fair bit longer than I had originally planned. but I've been struggling with a pretty significant amount of writer's block lately so I'm not gonna question it. thank you for the inspiration, haha!)

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she put up with so much of my madness and my self-abuse she would tend to my wounds, and fill me with food when I'd stumble in drunk for breakfast she was right to take off before she was consumed

Now he’d done it. He’d thought so a hundred times before, but this time he was absolutely certain. There was no question, the way she’d stormed out of the apartment. He’d finally blown it.

It had always had an expiration date, anyway. Once in a while he’d fool himself into believing that it didn’t, that this was really that rumoured Forever kind of deal, but really he’d always known better. Friendship, that was one thing: friendship came in a lot of shapes, and it was more… negotiable. Sure, he understood that romance was negotiable too, but it also necessitated a certain level of proximity. Or at least it did for both of them. Friends could spend every day with you if they chose that, but then if it turned out not to work, or if life changed, they could pull back without giving up on the whole thing. It had taken time for him to get his head around that, but he understood it now. After all, Troy had left on what turned out to be a multiple-year trip around the world, but it didn’t change the fact that they were best friends. But when it came to… a lover, or a partner, or a significant other, or whatever label it was that made you feel right to use… if you couldn’t handle being together all the time, every day, things probably weren’t going to last. And though he’d heard plenty of times that it was possible to return to friendship after the failure of a romance, his experience of the world suggested that that was the exception rather than the rule. He’d known that that was what they risked, going in. But they hadn’t been acting on what made the most sense rationally. The motivation had come from somewhere else altogether.

Well. She was probably right to get out now, before things got any worse. He knew himself, and he knew how his fixations and obsessions tended to subsume everything else in his life. He’d get hung up on one little thing and before he knew it that thing was his entire universe. It made him very near unbearable; this much he knew. For a lot of people it made him completely unbearable. But for the few people who’d chosen to love him, it was survivable. Or at least, it had been so far. Still, if she was going to live with him, and spend time with him every single day, and commit to caring about all the things he cared about and sharing all the things he did… It kind of seemed inevitable, didn’t it? That one day she’d be swallowed up and there’d be no room left for her to be herself, no matter how much he loved her for herself? Because he did – god, did he love her for everything she was – but that didn’t mean she was the only thing he loved. He couldn’t stop himself from being taken over by things. So at least, he figured, he had this much for comfort. As much as it would hurt, adjusting from Life With Her back to Life Without Her, he’d know that she’d managed to keep herself intact. She wouldn’t be here, but he wouldn’t have had the chance to damage her.

It had been good while it lasted, though. He’d never be able to thank her enough for everything she’d done. Of all the things in the world she was good at, far from the least of them was taking care of him. He didn’t like feeling like a burden, so he tried not to need taking care of too much of the time, but it still happened sometimes, because… because of who he was, he supposed. But she’d told him once that she liked taking care of someone. It made her feel needed. (She was needed even if she never took care of anyone, he’d told her, but she’d given him a half-sad half-amused sort of smile and insisted she liked taking care of him, anyway.) She would do things like make sure he still ate real protein when he was too deep into a film project to feel the passage of time, or clean up the scrapes on his shins after he’d clambered up a tree looking for the right camera angle, or wrap him in a warm hug and listen to him go on for too long about how unfair it was that a show she’d never once watched had gotten cancelled in favour of some tired, second-rate drama series’ sixteenth season. And he’d done everything he could think of to repay her kindness: he’d patiently play the role of her sounding board when she needed to talk out a problem for an hour or two before she could solve it, or he’d find ways to make her laugh on the nights she felt inadequate and helpless, or he’d pull her really close in bed when she was too cold. But none of that was the same, really, as what she did for him every day. What she’d always done. It made sense that eventually, she’d feel just as keenly as he did how much she gave and how little she received. He’d always be grateful for all of it, short-lived as it had been, but nothing so imbalanced could last forever.

He was finally jogged from his introspection by the soft squeak of the doorknob. That noise had always driven her up the wall. The front door opened and closed as quietly as possible, and he couldn’t see her from where he was, but he could hear her slipping carefully out of her boots, and the whisper of her pink puffer coat as she shrugged it off. He hadn’t really expected her to come back, but– well, it made sense. She wasn’t going to spend the night somewhere else, without any of her things, if she didn’t absolutely have to. Which she didn’t. This was her apartment as much as his.

She crept quietly around the corner of the entryway into the living room, and he didn’t even have to look at her face. “Annie,” he said immediately, lifting his head in time to see her wince as he spoke. She stopped in her tracks, shoulders lifted up to her ears, biting down on her lip. “I can leave, if you want. I know we both rely a lot on our familiar routines, but I can handle sleeping somewhere else, if you’d rather stay here. Britta once told me I had a lifetime pass to her living room couch, since she stayed on ours for so long. Actually, she’s probably out somewhere tonight, but I think I know where she hides the spare key, and even if I’m wrong, her walk-up has that covered front step, so–”

“Abed,” she interrupted, but she didn’t sound angry. Actually, she sounded… sad. Really sad. Not like she was sad about earlier, but like he’d said something to make her sad just now. Brow furrowing, he studied her face, trying to make sense of that. Her eyes were red and puffy, and there were almost-dry tear tracks on her cheeks, but now she looked like she might start crying again. “You don’t… you don’t have to go anywhere,” she said carefully, voice a little thick, and then she reached up to rub the heel of her palm into her eye.

That wasn’t what he’d expected, but he wasn’t going to question her decision. He just had to figure out what to do next, in that case. As he thought, he adjusted himself a little in his spot on the carpet, finding the wall cold where he hadn’t been leaning against it for the last however long it had been. “I don’t… Should I… help you pack your things? Or would you rather I stayed out of your way?” He looked at his hands, then back up at her. “You don’t have to tell me where you’re going, but I… I’d like to know that you got there safely, if that’s okay.”

“Oh, Abed, no, I…” Suddenly she hurried across the room and knelt down in front of him, close enough for him to see clearly that she was starting to leak fresh tears. “Abed, what… what do you think is happening here?”

He blinked. “I… You walked out,” he answered, a little lamely. “You were so mad… and honestly, I kind of deserved it. I mean, I ruined your whole plan for the night. I… I assumed that was the last straw.”

“No, no, of course not,” she told him, sniffling and apparently trying not to burst out crying all over again. “No, it’s just… I mean… you’ve seen me angry before. You know how overwhelming it gets for me. I couldn’t keep myself together, and I couldn’t think straight, and I didn’t want to take it all out on you and make things worse. I just needed some fresh air, Abed. And a couple minutes to cool off.”

“So, you’re not…” He swallowed, feeling unexpectedly overwhelmed himself, now. There was something in his throat. “It’s not… over?”

“No!” She grabbed at his hands where they were resting on his knees, squeezing his fingers tightly. “I love you, Abed! Nothing is over. Except, you know, this… this weird year we’ve had.” She sniffed again, letting out a noise halfway a laugh and halfway a sob. She shuffled across the floor to sit next to him, tucking herself in against his side, releasing one of his hands but wrapping both of hers around the other one once she’d settled. She leaned her head on his shoulder. “Happy New Year,” she added, barely audible.

Her fingers were ice cold, and without really thinking about it, he rearranged his hold to try to lend her some of his heat. This wasn’t at all how he’d thought things were going to play out, and he stared into space now as he worked on adjusting his expectations to match.

“I love you too,” he said softly after a moment or two, leaning his cheek against the top of her head. “Happy New Year, Annie.”

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patternsintraffic · 3 years

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My 100 Favorite Albums of the 2000s: #100-#91

Hi all. As you can tell from the title of this blog post, I am about to take you off on quite a tangent. Music is in the works (both the completion of Lights & Reflections and the first full-length Harsh Lights album), but currently I find myself sitting up into the early morning hours with a newborn while my wife tries to get some uninterrupted sleep. So I am taking the opportunity to finally post this ridiculously long-winded writing project that I embarked on last year. The actual list-making and blurb-penning has been done for many months now, but I never took the time to format and post it. So here I am with some free time, getting around to finishing this undertaking!

As you may have seen, I decided to join in the fun at the turn of the decade and make a list of my favorite albums from 2010-2019. I wrote about my top 20 albums of the decade, and had a blast revisiting those records and sharing a little bit about why they are special to me. However, the most surprising part of the process for me was that choosing 20 albums to represent that ten-year period was...pretty easy? I started my career in late 2009, so the entire past decade I've been working full-time, pursuing my own music in my spare time, and more or less adulting. I've definitely listened to a ton of great albums, but it's hard to find music that truly excites you as an adult the way that it did in your formative years. The whole time I was crafting my list, I was thinking about how much more difficult (and rewarding) a task it would have been to compile a list for the previous decade, spanning 2000-2009.

So of course, not long after posting my 2010-2019 list I got to work compiling my favorite albums of the aughts. That 10-year period starts when I was 12 years old and wraps up as I was starting my post-college career. Pretty much my entire journey of musical discovery and growth occurred during those years. I had little in the way of responsibilities, and for most of the decade I ravenously consumed an absolutely enormous amount of music. Multiple hours worth on an average day. I was still buying physical CDs all throughout those years, so I really focused on each album I purchased, giving them many repeat listens and learning them intimately. And so much of what I heard was new and fresh to my ears. At 12 years old, there were so many sounds and styles of music that I had yet to encounter, and all of those first experiences and coming of age moments left lasting impressions.

Suffice to say, putting together a top 20 list of albums to represent that 10-year period was nearly impossible. I knew I would have to make a larger list to feel like I was doing justice to even a fraction of the albums that impacted me in that decade. What I eventually arrived upon after making an initial list of albums and then cutting it down quite a bit...was 100. Yes, I'm going to write about my favorite 100 albums from 2000-2009. And I'm going to have a damn good time doing it. Most of my favorite albums ever will be contained in this list, and most of them are wildly underappreciated, in my opinion. For the sake of keeping each post to a manageable length, I will be posting 10 albums at a time, starting with numbers 100-91 below. Walk with me down memory lane in countdown form, and I hope you can enjoy me waxing poetic about 100 albums that were staples of my young life. Let's get nostalgic.

100. Paris Texas - Like You Like an Arsonist (2004)

There are hundreds of albums that I could have picked to round out my list here in the final spot, but I wanted to shine a light on this poppy punk rock record from 2004. It doesn't do anything particularly groundbreaking, but it's a really fun take on the genre and it didn't get the recognition that it deserved. "Bombs Away" and the title track are absolute barnburners. What a shame that the band broke up shortly after this album was released. I remember reading a review of Like You Like an Arsonist around the time of its release that criticized it for sounding like a collection of songs that could blend seamlessly into the soundtrack of a blockbuster action movie. Looking back, I agree with the reviewer's assessment, but I see it as high praise.

99. Greenwheel - Soma Holiday (2002)

In 2002, you could throw a shoe and hit a band that sounded much like Greenwheel, a radio-ready alternative rock outfit with some heavy riffs and a throaty lead singer. But these guys stood above many of their contemporaries on Soma Holiday, their only major label release. (Their independent EP Bridges for Burning and never-released second full-length Electric Blanket both hinted at a sustainable career that didn't come to fruition.) This album had enough muscle for the rock kids ("Shelter" and "Strong") and enough sweetness for the emo kids ("Dim Halo" and "Breathe," which was later recorded and popularized by Melissa Etheridge). What could have been.

98. Sleeping at Last - Ghosts (2003)

It's been almost 10 years since Sleeping at Last became a solo project for Ryan O'Neal, releasing themed singles that make up overarching concept albums and EPs. Though the output from the current incarnation of the band is beautiful and soothing, the minimalist and orchestral style is a far cry from Ghosts, Sleeping at Last's one major label album. At the time they were a three-piece featuring guitars, bass, and drums alongside O'Neal's piano and distinct vocals. Ghosts features an uncommon blend of cinematic, ethereal, and earnest indie rock that just seemed to go deeper than its peers in 2003.

97. Taking Back Sunday - Where You Want to Be (2004)

I've never been a huge fan of Taking Back Sunday, though of course I rocked the singles from Tell All Your Friends like any self-respecting high-schooler in 2002. It was the follow-up, 2004's Where You Want to Be, that really got its claws in me after I picked it up on release week. With a killer opening trio of "Set Phasers to Stun," "Bonus Mosh Pt. II," and "A Decade Under the Influence" giving way to ballads like "New American Classic" and "...Slowdance on the Inside," this is just a great rock record.

96. Sherwood - A Different Light (2007)

A Different Light is a bright, summery, buoyant pop album full of smooth vocal harmonies, glistening guitars, and shimmering synths. Sure, the lyrical content isn't all rainbows and butterflies, but if you could capture the sound of pure positivity and optimism, it would sound a lot like this record. Between the singalong melodies, handclaps, and "whoa-oh"s, if you don't have a good time listening to A Different Light then music might not be the right medium for you.

95. Young Love - Too Young to Fight It (2007)

I'm fairly certain that Young Love, the dance-rock side project of beloved post-hardcore band Recover's frontman Dan Keyes, was not at all well-received. But for someone with no preconceived notions or attachments to Keyes' previous work, I thought this album was a hell of a lot of fun. In a world where Young Love made a mainstream impact, alternate-universe Kyle can be seen storming the dancefloor to the title track or "Discotech." Too Young to Fight It also gives us the smooth R&B of "Tell Me," the indie rock of "Take It or Leave It," and the experimental and apocalyptic "Tragedy." This is so much more than a dance album, and if it hadn't been released by a musician with strong ties to the hardcore scene it would have had a fighting chance of being recognized as such.

94. Vendetta Red - Sisters of the Red Death (2005)

Vendetta Red frontman Zach Davidson has one of the most dynamic hard rock voices I've ever heard, and Sisters of the Red Death is one of the catchiest rock records I've ever heard. Despite those facts, I have a complicated relationship with this album because of its often-horrifying lyrical content, which details acts of sexual violence and gore. That's usually a dealbreaker for me, but I won't completely write off this record since it is a concept album set in a post-apocalyptic fantasy world. Apparently female empowerment is at the core of the message, so it's not like Vendetta Red are condoning the acts that they're singing about. It's still a bit unnerving when you get the urge to sing along to one of the plethora of earworm melodies throughout this album and then realize exactly what you're singing. While I may not have the stomach for Sisters of the Red Death in 2021, I can still wholeheartedly recommend "Silhouette Serenade," which contains all of the awesomeness with none of the gross-out lyrics.

93. Ours - Distorted Lullabies (2001)

Now 20 years into his career, Ours frontman Jimmy Gnecco is surely tired of being compared to Jeff Buckley. But damn, he really does sound like Jeff Buckley. And when you're being compared to one of the all-time great voices in rock music, that's not such a bad thing. Distorted Lullabies is the first proper Ours album, and it's filled with melodic rock songs that highlight Gnecco's incredible range. As the saying goes, I could listen to Gnecco sing the phonebook (those were still around in 2001!), but put his powerful and emotive voice on dynamic rock songs like "Sometimes" and "Meet Me in the Tower"? Yes, please.

92. Armor for Sleep - What to Do When You Are Dead (2005)

This here is an emo concept album about a boy who commits suicide and his experience in the afterlife. Despite the overwrought subject matter, the songs on What to Do When You Are Dead are carefully crafted and interesting. "Car Underwater" is a scene classic, and my favorite track might be the keyboard-centric interlude "A Quick Little Flight." Armor for Sleep seemed a bit more thoughtful in their songwriting and arrangements than many of their contemporaries.

91. Cauterize - Paper Wings (2005)

The single "Something Beautiful" led me to Cauterize's 2003 major label debut So Far from Real, but upon purchasing the album I found that the rest of the tracks didn't live up to that song's high bar. Not so with the independently-released follow-up Paper Wings, which was just full of emo rock songs that I absolutely devoured in 2005. This was actually the first album that I had to order online because it wasn't sold in stores. I remember the surreal feeling of the CD showing up in the mailbox, and that first experience attached some additional meaning to Paper Wings. It doesn't hurt that it features propulsive songs like "Wake to the Sun," "Closer," and "Tremble." Cauterize later signed to another label and re-recorded most of these songs for Disguises, which rejiggered the tracklist and added a few new tunes. Even though the production might be a little better on Disguises, I always preferred the Paper Wings versions and the flow of the original tracklist. There's nothing like the first time.

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