#wip: dyads

[sunlit-gully]

WIP GAMES

Rules: Make a week-long poll with the names of your wips, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner received.

This poll will be up for a week, until 28th August.

[sunlit-gully]

Anthologia Sovietica: I already made a playlist for it. Each season should have at least 2 songs from this (not counting the tidbits of Soviet pop and folk that plays over other segments). And there are 9 seasons. Go figure.

Weathering the Waves: any folksy songs east of the Ural containing a melancholy tune and some string instruments will do as season theme songs.

Dyad: cutesy contemporary classical or hardcore orchestral, no in-between, thank you very much.

If your WIP became a TV show, what would the theme song be like? Instrumental? A repurposed pop song? A specially-written song with lyrics that explain the premise? A five-second musical sting over the show logo?

[starakins]

quick wip wednesday because I've had no time to finish the next chapter of metempsychosis

“Anakin Skywalker will Fall.”

That gets Anakin’s attention. No, he won't. Why does Sidious think dictating his future is something he can do? Anakin hasn't fallen when his mother died (although he came very close) and he didn't fall when Obi-Wan died, which to be fair, was far more a numbing experience than anything else. 

“And you will ensure he does, my very young apprentice,” Sidious says next, “Execute the plan. When we have him on our side, we shall execute Order 66.”

Anakin shouldn't raise his eyebrow at the fact that Soulix feels more than uncomfortable at whatever order sixty-six entails. 

“Yes, Master,” Soulix mutters again, almost like a droid that has been programmed just to repeat that one phrase.

Anakin almost feels bad. 

[jessicas-pi]

Ben has kind of been having the worst day of his life, what with the dying and all.

It’s a marked improvement when he’s tramping through the forests of Takodana and a familiar voice demands, “Would you believe me if I told you Palpatine was my grandfather?”

He turns around.

Stares.

Rey stands ten feet away, her blaster pointed at him, a challenge in her eyes.

“Would you believe me if I told you Han Solo was my father?” he says, answering the question with a question.

“Yes,” she says, lowering the blaster.

“Well, that answers that,” he replies, turning off his lightsaber.

The silence stretches on.

Takodana is unpleasantly hot.

Why did he ever think wearing all-black was a suitable fashion choice?

Rey falters, apparently not having planned what to say if she got this far. “I suppose this is where we save the galaxy.”

“I suppose so,” he agrees. “To Exogol, then?”

“Have you got the Wayfinder already?” she asks, raising an eyebrow in surprise.

“Picked it up on the way here.”

“Ah. That simplifies things.” She holsters her blaster and sets off at a brisk pace, adding as she brushes past him: “And try not to die this time. It was so inconvenient.”

“You died first,” he mutters.

[virtie333]

WIP Wednesday

Poe finds out what Luke and Rey are planning in regards to Kylo Ren in tomorrow's chapter of The New Recruit.

“You’re going to what?!” Poe couldn’t stop the shrill sound his voice produced at his exclamation, and he wasn’t embarrassed by it, either. He was too shocked. Rey’s eyes shifted a bit, her demeanor suddenly nervous. “I’m going to try and contact Ben through the Force,” she said, her voice much softer than the first time she had said it. Apparently, Poe’s reaction was unexpected.

[dancingindreamlight]

2600 words today!

Wow yay I wrote I couldn't write for 2 days bc I got like 4 hrs sleep (dif bed... or bc... other things..?) and before that I was running onto train in snow ice thunderstorm

The wine was good to start out w. Maybe it made me want some irl lol it goes back to the core of the story. The origin. The real origin-- where I got my info-- the 1 ep that mentions the details for setting I expand on and characters' children after 40~ years.

I have a general idea, notes, but then 1 idea sends it spinning in new way and it's more. Psychedelic which is good now bc we want everything to spin more surreal his reality reality unraveling and he has to try to hold onto whatever he can -- hold onto what's left of himself to avoid disintegrating into the awful whole that's trying to consume

[iamtechnos-world]

A Crown of Frost - Book One of The Valedor Saga (on Wattpad) Come check out my WIP dark fantasy novel: https://www.wattpad.com/story/385328636-a-crown-of-frost-book-one-of-the-valedor-saga?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=GiantFox732 

 Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown - William Shakespeare 

The Kingdom of Valedor will never be the same again. 

 An old king gives up his crown, but has he truly relinquished the throne? 

She was just 19 winters old when her angel prince chose her. When he gazed into her eyes, stole her heart. 

 But, a shocking chance meeting led to a second suitor, a warrior who may just change her life. 

In the North, a debt binds her to the ice palace, but her power lies within. 

The world of Valedor is a treacherous place, a world where trust is as as scarce as peace. Maria, a beautiful princess of 19 winters, is about to meet her prospective suitor. Chosen at a royal party by Raphael, a gorgeous young prince, she thinks her life is set. But then, an accidental meeting and a chance feeding brings a new stranger into her life: Drevan, a young Lykan with a strange secret. Meanwhile, Rin, a kitsune, senses a way out from her frozen prison in the Ice Castle. Each one of them will shake the world of Valedor. Each one of them will unveil stunning secrets. And hence the Saga of Valedor begins. 

Warning - Upload schedule will be sporadic. Cover by Freepik

[jamiepaige]

Constant Companions Closeup #1: DYAD

(also on spotify!)

Hello everyone!! It's been a couple weeks and change since Constant Companions, my newest album, was released unto the world, and I've been genuinely blown away by the response. Genuinely, thank you to everyone who's been streaming, commenting, making mashups, changing their pfps and usernames - it means the world to me!

I wanted to give some of that love back with something people have been asking me a lot about - and, admittedly, something I love doing. Song explanations! Deep dives! Dropping the lore! Welcome... to the Constant Companions Closeups...

For the next eleven days, I'll be going into each track one by one and babbling about the process, inspiration, details, feelings, and thoughts behind each one! We're getting sappy. We're bearing our hearts. We're telling unfunny jokes. And we're starting with track one - DYAD (featuring unit.0)!

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Naturally, since this is the first track, it also serves as a great point to talk about my intention with this album as a whole!

I'll elaborate more on this with future tracks, but to me, there are really two main things that define the sonic progression of this album versus my previous work - guitars and vocal synths. Obviously, these things have been present in my work since I first started calling myself Jamie Paige, but Constant Companions is intended to be my overwrought, sappy confession of love to these two things that time and time again have made me simply want to make music. I love rock and I love Hatsune Miku dammit!!!

I had originally written this song in February of 2023 for a game-jam-esque online festival hosted by my friend Loni called HAPPY PARTY TRI, and at that time, I had found myself at a major crossroads. I had put out People Posture Play Pretend and :women_wrestling: the previous year, and while the response was nice, I was feeling listless and lost.

I love singing. I like my voice well enough. I certainly love writing music with lyrics!! But... there was something uniquely electrifying about using vocal synths. Amidst a lot of insecurity and emotional turmoil surrounding the process of making art and putting myself out into the world, it was one of the few things that just made everything feel right. Suddenly, I was making the same kind of music that had touched my heart so many times over.

Would it alienate people, though? Would I lose longtime listeners? Yes, that weighed on my mind more than I'd like to admit, but even more than that... I was worried I'd lose some part of myself, as silly as it sounds. Maybe what I thought was a bridge would become a barrier, and the messages I wanted to send across the gap would never find their way.

Ultimately, I felt that Dyad was the only kind of opener I could've possibly given this album, and a perfect fit for the album's motif. A dialogue between myself, stricken with loneliness and a lack of inertia running in circles, and that synthesized voice (ANRI Arcane my darling), grabbing the outstretched hand and asking a question I already know the answer to -

"Baby, do you know what you wanna hear?"

Yes, it's a love song, but it's not just for a person - it's a love song for the creative impulse, and for the places I wanted it to take me.

im resisting the urge to be jokingly dismissive of myself to diffuse tension but i still need to signal that the emotionally bare part of this is over so pretend im doing a funny little dance Anyways let's talk more technical stuff

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Like many of my songs, Dyad came together from a patchwork of different snippets and ideas I had laying around. The back half of the chorus - "dream together, we can dream together" - originally came from this idea I had jotted down something like 9 months prior, but ended up being a perfect fit for Dyad in basically every way. The verse snippet that I'd written to go with it got reused for a later song on Constant Companions as well! (I say without naming it, as if it isn't literally lifted wholesale from this demo and thus incredibly obvious)

I wasn't originally planning on brazenly quoting the bridge of a Tally Hall song when I set out to write this song, but while toying around with a bridge idea involving a shortened version of the pre-chorus melody, I realized I had inadvertently copied it anyways. I was going to scrap it... but at the request of my dear friend and certified Tally Hall lover Marcy Nabors, I made it an explicit reference. Which I'm fine with, personally! The first CD I ever owned was a copy of Marvin's Marvelous Mechanical Museum my sister bought me all the way back in 2006 - You can pry that sentimental attachment from my cold, dead hands, TikTok kiddies.

Lastly - not really behind the scenes so much as just a shoutout - thank you to unit.0 for the lovely lead guitar work on this song!! He's been a beloved collaborator of mine for many, many years now, and one of the people who ultimately convinced me this direction was the right one to go in, so it means a lot to share this song with him. Go listen to his music!!! Now!!!!!!

That's about it for this song! Not to sound like a fucking YouTuber, but genuinely, if there are any details you'd like to hear more about, let me know and I might made a bonus post at the end of all this. Otherwise, thank you for listening! Tomorrow: Not Quite There, featuring telebasher!

❤️💚

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Marina behind the cut; "but it's weird that it happened twice". (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“I mean I’m not that hard to find,” Superboy puts in with a shrug, tucking his hands into his jacket pockets. “There’s like six or seven different accounts that track me around.” 

“. . . like, they keep track of sightings of you, or . . .” Tucker trails off. 

“That too,” Superboy agrees with another shrug.

“. . . wow, I think you actually found the worst possible way to be a superhero,” Danny says, squinting doubtfully at him. Superboy looks dubious, but given Danny’s got his own experiences with being tracked and/or hunted for sport and all, Tucker figures those two can just agree to disagree there. Though he would also think that at least kinda sucked, if nothing else, because it probably makes it way too easy for supervillains to either know when Superboy’s in town or when he’s out of town, and those things both seem like potential problems? 

Like, very much so they seem like potential problems. 

“I would be so fascinated to get a look at the tech of anyone who tracked you here, though,” he says. Superboy looks puzzled for a second, then visibly remembers–

“Oh, you mean that electromagnetic field thing you were talkin’ about when we stopped for snacks and shit in ‘Frisco?” he assumes. 

“‘Ectomagnetic’, more accurately, but yeah,” Tucker confirms with a nod, tracing out the shape of an ectomagnetic sphere with both hands–or, like, miming holding a ball with both hands, he guesses, but he’s trying to go for the ectomagnetic sphere. “Amity is not really much of a tourist attraction unless you accidentally get lost after midnight on a mountain back road on a Hunter’s Moon. Cold Moon apparently works too, but not for humans. And, uh, also Hunger Moon, but we don’t talk about Hunger Moon, because it might hear us.” 

“There’s mountains around here?” Superboy asks with a skeptical frown, which is a fair question coming from a guy who came in with an aerial view and therefore should’ve seen any theoretical mountains. 

“There are not,” Tucker replies matter-of-factly. “Also, speaking of things not to talk about, if you’re ever in town during a Dyad Moon, you probably should just, like . . . not be in town during a Dyad Moon. Like, just as a thing and all.” 

“Ooo, yeah, good point,” Jazz says with a little wince. Their first post-ghost Dyad Moon went bad for Danny and Dani and the last one was only barely better, so yeah, better safe than sorry with the alien hybrid, Tucker figures. Especially since he already looked at the alien hybrid and thought “close enough” in regards to the parallels there. 

Tucker so did not think the phases of the moon were going to matter this much to his high school experience, but they really, really have. As have ley lines and government-funded ghosthunters and jealous college friends–or maybe jealous ex-throuple members? Tucker remains unclear on that one–of his best friend’s parents and vegan food and special sauce and boxes. 

They’ve gotten a way better handle on it and all, but their lives are definitely, definitely still not normal. 

Like, not even slightly.

[homosociallyyours]

WIP/Snippet share :)

Thank you for the tag @louisandtheaquarian!!!

I signed up for the Femslash big bang to write my first original work (!!!) and that's what I've been trying to work on lately. My problem? I am struggling to choose an idea that won't end up turning into a 50 or 60k (or more) fic. I need something that maxes out at 20k or so, and everything I'm working with feels much bigger. But I had to start somewhere/sometime, so I went with a story I already told myself before bed a while back.

The summary is that Character A is a writer doing a residency in a secluded cabin in the woods, and Character B is the dyad/tree spirit who inhabits the woods. B's tree home is destroyed in a lightning storm, and A takes her in.

Is this the fic I'll write? I HAVE NO IDEA. But here's the first paragraph that I just wrote a bit ago:

Even three months into what Willa called her year of solitude, she still hadn’t quite gotten used to the silence. Upon arriving, it was the thing that had shocked her most-- just how different the quiet of the woods was from the city and suburban quiet she was familiar with. It wasn’t even quite the same as the kind of silence she’d found in campgrounds during the off season with just one or two other campers around. Inevitably there were small, human sounds even there: a snore, a laugh, a sigh that carried on the wind.

I'm not quite sure who to tag/who's writing what at the moment, but I know @haztobegood has tagged me in something recently, and maybe @allwaswell16 is writing something? @disgruntledkittenface ?

If you are writing and see this (especially if you're someone who hasn't been tagged by anyone and feels like sharing) please consider yourself tagged and @ me when you share your snippet!!!

[sunlit-gully]

a wip by yours truly

ABOUT:

genre — slice of life, drabble, one-shot, contemporary, fantasy, historical

target word count — 3mil

status — first draft

themes —

warnings — violence and gore / death / physical & psychological abuse / trauma

SYNOPSIS:

(no spoiler this time hehe)

Basically these are short imagines for MBTI pairings! Really, this is just where I dump all my personality theory brainrots - maybe the characters are one-shot, maybe they'll get series of their own, who knows? I have a personal preference for shadow pairs (based on shadow functions), BUT you may request for whichever pairing you would want to see in a scenario of your choice!

[REQUESTS ARE OPEN]

Note: concepts related to personality tests must be taken with a grain of salt.

And here's to hoping...

[stellanslashgeode]

WiP Wednesday on a Friday

Here's a sneak peek at the start of the Vampire Hunter AU. I'm inspired by @charmwasjess and their own WiP to get this underway.

  Autumn leaves crunched under her feet as Ahsoka reentered the long-abandoned power plant. The sky was turning vivid orange and purple behind her; but the rising sun did little to subvert the gloom of the building interior. The leaves were the only sound, and the dawn’s light and whatever anemic light penetrating the dust and cobweb patina on windows to the exterior provided the only light. 

  Ahsoka sought to swallow the knot of nervous energy in her throat and reached for the glowrod attached to her belt. She shined a vivid bright white LED beam cutting a blade through the gloom, light bouncing off every dust mote.

  She could have called out to her partner, but the plaintive exclamation died in her windpipe, blocked by that knot of grief at her trachea. 

  “Go on in, Ahsoka. That fiend must be asleep by now.”

  She was retracing steps she had taken with Barriss a week previously. Ahsoka looked over her shoulder as if she could see her companion, her fellow Jedi vampire slayer at her side.

  She looked up from her trusty datapad and smiled brightly. Her adorable Cupid’s-bow lips gently curled into a sly smile just for her. Just for her. Like lucious ribbons securing a present for her to unwrap. The screen left dual rectangles of reflected blue light on her glasses. Her stupid sexy glasses. She had her hair tied back in a bun and covered with a kerchief. 

  Otherwise she was dressed like an office secretary. Ahsoka never could grasp how she refused to alter her costume for missions. Ahsoka had her combat gear on, her plate-reinforced vest with the stiff metal collar over her throat. A garlic garland strung across her shoulders like a feather boa. She was holding her stake already, even here at the door in morning sunlight.

  And Barriss in a blouse, pencil skirt, kitten heels, and hose like it was a Tuesday at the office.

  “You’re sure she’s in here.” Ahsoka sought to intone it as a statement rather than a question.

  “According to my data this is the central point where the attacks originate. We are doomed to chase down its victims in villages all over the province unless we slay the monster inhabiting this old plant. Exterminate the queen, and the nest withers and dies.” 

  She pushed up the tortoiseshell frame of her glasses casually with a pinkie finger. Ahsoka was suddenly struck by the urge to grab her wrist and take that delicate digit into her mouth and surround it with her warm wet tongue. But she banished that urge lest her fellow Jedi hunter read her thoughts or emotions.

  She nodded and gave her a half-smile. “Okay.”

  Ahsoka was scared, but having Barriss here both as support and as a loved one to protect bolstered her. This wasn’t their first rodeo. As Jedi Knights they had joined a holy army of the light in opposition to these Sith bloodsucking freaks. Their masters had paired the two together after they showed how effective they were as a team. Perhaps they had also noted the attraction that grew by the day when they were together? Perhaps. Perhaps they sought the knights to overcome the temptations of the emotions and the flesh by serving the light together as a dyad.

  But damn, she wanted to kiss her right now. In this lull before confronting a great evil. Just to reassure each other and to get Ahsoka’s blood pumping rearing for the fight.

  “Let’s go, then. For light and life.”

  She tilted her head and her smile grew. Ahsoka’s heart leapt into her throat.

  Ahsoka sighed. She was returning here a failure and alone now. Barriss was either dead or a creature subverted by evil. And the best option was death. It would be a blessing to find her corpse inside.

  She spent a few days and dreamless nights at the tavern, in the room they rented together, in the one bed they had vacant, drinking herself into a stupor each night and secretly wishing to be awakened by Barriss’s fingernails tapping on the exterior of the third-floor window. Asking to be invited in.

[zmwrites]

Writemas 2024: Day 6

As always, thank you to @agirlandherquill for the prompts and for hosting this event!

WIP: The Last Lightbringer

Prompt(s): “You were never worthy of my trust, nor my heart.” + A bridge

Words: 479

Notes: Literally some of the first words I've written for this vibes-only WIP. Probably set somewhere near the end of book 1? I know as much as you at this point.

Mirra coughed and dragged herself to her feet. Her lungs burned from her sprint from the palace to the gate, but she’d made it. She was out. She was free. 

Dust from the bridge’s explosion filled the night air. The blast had sent shards of stone in every direction, and more than a few had caught her exposed skin. She brushed herself off. There would be bruises and cuts to count tomorrow, but today she was grateful she was alive.

On the other side of the chasm, the shadows seemed to darken and gather in one spot. Vesper emerged from the darkness. She held herself with poise and casual indifference as always, but she couldn’t keep the rage from her face.

How dare you? she demanded across the Dyad bond. Her words were icicles in Mirra’s heart.

I told you, I can’t stay, Mirra said. I won’t serve the empire that destroyed my home.

This is your home, Mirra.

She shook her head. No. My home could never be alongside those who view my people as vermin.

You could have ignored them!

It’s not just the few vocal people, Vesper, it’s the whole system! It’s so intrinsic to the values of this place that it couldn’t be cut out.

The emperor handed you everything you could have wanted. How dare you turn your back on him?

Mirra tilted her head, waiting for the actual question. Their Dyad bond wasn’t so open that she could read Vesper’s thoughts, but she knew when she was redirecting.

How could you turn your back on me? Vesper’s voice cracked, a momentary flash of pain showing through the anger.

Mirra swallowed. I’m sorry. I wish you would’ve come with us.

Even from across the chasm, she could see confusion cross Vesper’s face. Her eyes snapped to something behind Mirra.

She looked over her shoulder; Ren stood ten paces behind her, waiting at the edge of the debris field. His arms were folded and his brows were drawn as he watched them.

I guess you’ve both made your choice, then, Vesper said coldly.

Mirra frowned. It’s not like that.

You were never worthy of my trust, nor my heart. She shuttered her mind, just like she had when they’d first been bound together.

Vesper—

Something snapped. Mirra doubled over, a silent scream ripping out of her. It felt like she was dying. Like something had been torn out of her and now her organs didn’t fit right.

“Mirra!” Ren’s arms wrapped around her and half-carried her away from the remnants of the bridge. “What happened? Are you okay?”

“I think she broke the Dyad bond,” she managed between ragged breaths.

He looked at her, then glanced back across at Vesper. “Shit.”

Mirra followed his gaze just in time to see Vesper turn away and be swallowed by her shadows. She closed her eyes. Shit, indeed.

[mayfriend]

wip title tag game

thank you to @starlightandsunshine who tagged me <3

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs

i'm gonna be so real with you. if i gave u all my wips then we would be here all night. so i'll go with the recent, unpublished ones with the more interesting names

buenos aires

every fledgling louis never made

paul de pointe du lac vs. the devil

(he loved him) as himself

daniel meets claudia's ghost (kinkmeme fill)

unmaking

driftmark presentation au

throwing girls

vaderwan force dyad

for the love of it

vladimira

and i'm (no pressure!!) tagging @searchingforserendipity25 @downstairsbar @officialclaricestarling @a-witch-in-endor @this-world-of-beautiful-monsters @freshairforrabbits @corrosivesaints and anyone else who wants to do it <3

[virtie333]

WIP Wednesday

I thought I was nearing the end. Then silly me had to write a chapter that did not go where I had planned. So, guess what? This monstrosity is getting even longer!

On that note, if you're reading this, a heartfelt thank you.

“How do you know this?” Leia asked, her expression incredulous.

“Palpatine may have been great at keeping secrets before he became Emperor, but he wasn’t so close-mouthed afterwards,” Luke said with a smirk. “There are recordings of his ‘triumphs’ all over the place.”

Leia scoffed. “Kriffing shitstain,” she muttered.

Rey couldn’t help but laugh and Luke’s smile grew. Then he focused on Rey, becoming serious once more. “What I want to know,” he told her. “Is if you think you can connect with him intentionally?”

Rey’s own smile faded. She had often reached out with her senses, attempting to distinguish between the individual presences of everyone on the base, and she had gotten quite good at it. She was able to find Poe easily, now, and had even been able to tell when he was in orbit. But to try and connect to someone lightyears away?

She looked at Leia. “The both of you can, can’t you? Talk through the Force, even when you’re far away from each other?”

Leia nodded. “Yes, but it took years of practice.”

Rey looked at Luke. “If I can, would I give away where we are?”

Luke shook his head. “I don’t think so, unless you told him outright.”

“And if I can’t connect with him?”

“Then my theory is wrong,” he said simply. “But if I’m right, we might be able to use it to our advantage.”

Rey took a deep breath. “I guess there’s only one way to find out.”

[words-after-midnight]

Hey thanks for the follow and reblog! Just stopping by to say your WIPs sound interesting and unique. For Storyteller Saturday: Since Life in Black and White is an aughts period piece, is there a song from that time that reminds you of the story or characters? Or a song the characters like? (Believe it or not I was going to ask this anyway before I saw your playlist poll lol. Im curious either way tho!)

Ooooh thank you for this, I love music questions!

I'm sure I will forget some, but here are some songs from the aughts that I associate with the story/characters (many of these were on the original playlist, as I actually drafted the story in the late aughts):

Yellow by Coldplay (2000)*

It's Been Awhile by Staind (2001)

Weathered by Creed (2001)

My Sacrifice by Creed (2001)

Hide by Creed (2001) - This song still makes me emotional to this day, bwuh. 🙃

Breathe Your Name by Sixpence None the Richer (2002)

Down and Out of Time by Sixpence None the Richer (2002)

Dark Diamond by Elton John (2002)

Original Sin by Elton John (2002)

This Train Don't Stop There Anymore by Elton John (2002)

Unwell by Matchbox Twenty (2002)

Bright Lights by Matchbox Twenty (2002)

Clocks by Coldplay (2002)* - I've considered this the story's theme song, pretty much, since I started drafting in 2008.

The Scientist by Coldplay (2002)*

Harder to Breathe by Maroon 5 (2002) - Generally not a fan of Maroon 5 but this song is lyrically great for Gabriel

Fallen by Sarah McLachlan (2003)

Stupid by Sarah McLachlan (2003)

Train Wreck by Sarah McLachlan (2003) - this one is funny because I refer to the Gabriel/Jeff dyad as "trainwreck," but this song is not where the name comes from. It just fits lyrically.

Mr. Brightside by The Killers (2004)

Savin' Me by Nickelback (2005) - The actual only Nickelback song I've ever liked because of how perfect the lyrics are for this story lol

Amid the Falling Snow by Enya (2005)

Hide and Seek by Imogen Heap (2005)

Us by Regina Spektor (2006)

To Build a Home by The Cinematic Orchestra (2007) - Not to be dramatic but I can barely listen to this song now lol.

Death and all His Friends by Coldplay (2008)*

O My Heart by Mother Mother (2008)**

Burning Pile by Mother Mother (2008)**

Body by Mother Mother (2008)**

Ghosting by Mother Mother (2008)**

Try to Change by Mother Mother (2008)**

40 Day Dream by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros (2009)

Bulletproof by La Roux (2009)

White Blank Page by Mumford and Sons (2009)

The Cave by Mumford and Sons (2009)

*Can you tell I was listening to a lot of Coldplay as a teenager? The opening chapter is called "A Rush of Blood to the Head" after the album that Clocks and The Scientist are on.

**Alternate playlist for libaw: the 2008 Mother Mother album "O My Heart."

In terms of what music They™ enjoy (ie. stuff they actually listened to at that time, so mostly older stuff than the aughts):

Gabriel's mostly an alt rock/metal/punk & similar type, which I'm sure will surprise approximately no one who's read Gabriel. His frequently played artists include Nine Inch Nails (his favorite band), Joy Division, Tool, Radiohead, RATM and the like. He's also been known to dabble in more electronic genres (eg. we share an appreciation for Daft Punk and Depeche Mode), enjoy classical music (eg. Beethoven), and have a certain nostalgic fondness for some classic rock, such as GNR and Pink Floyd, and Elton John, who was his late mother's favorite singer.

Jeff's a big classic rock snob* - think GNR, Zeppelin, AC/DC, Rolling Stones, CCR, Van Halen, Springsteen. His favorite band is Pink Floyd (favorite album Animals). Caveat: if you get him drunk enough there's a chance he'll jokingly (read: fully seriously) put on either Aquamarine by Aqua or Voulez-Vous by Abba and get very into it.

*He gets that from me. The classic rock part, not the snob part.