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DIABOLIK LOVERS DARK FATE | Soundtrack CD  [Album Download]


◆ // Track List //

01. DIABOLIK LOVERS DARK FATE

02. CARLA

03. SHIN

04. DIABOLIK WOLF’S

05. 月蝕遊戯ヴァンプス

06. 続、ある奇妙な一族の日常

07. 目には目を、牙には牙を

08. DIABOLIK LOVERS ピアノのためのハ長調

09. 麗しき微睡みの中で夢を観よ

10. 崩壊ペシミズム

11. DIABOLIK LOVERS ピアノのためのイ短調

12. 愛しさが運命を或いは Change (Not) Fate

13. 絶対的な闇 Dark Fact

14. 慮れば恋

15. 愛の種

16. 吸欲ト滴ル×液

17. 始祖 The Apocalyptic Cantata. Opus Zero

18. 決戦、暗黒運命黙示録

19. 再会への想い -original ver.-


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inspiration for witches

  • witches of the forest and the night - they change into wolves during the day and roam the green forest of trees searching for fellow caged creatures. The set free winged and wise owls under the moon, that illuminates their pearl feathers.
  • witches of the winter and stars - foggy winter evenings become hues of blue filled with starry nights for the witches. they live in old victorian schools surrounded by trees made dead by the harsh cold season. they wear bewitched moonstones around their necks that turn them into deers enchanting the frozen forest…
  • witches of the sea and precious gems - these witches live and breathe the sacred salty air of the shore. they use precious gems to channel their inner soul to undulate crashing waves into the grey sea. they dance and drown beneath the crystal watery surface like silver sea-sirens.
  • witches of burning fire and flames - golden wreathed witches filled with the radiance of bright fire and flames. they use blazing candles to illuminate the darkness in their cathedral of trees. their familiars are foxes as red as the sun and as sly as smoke from their fires. 
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get to know me meme  ★ [+5] favourite actress sophie turner

I don’t really have a process. I’m very much an in-the-moment actress. I suppose I just kind of wing it because I feel that as long as I know my character, I should be able to be spontaneous on set.

you know what breaks my heart about skye?

she was hunted down and labelled an object when she was just a baby. she was put into foster care and bounced around from house to house, and everytime she thought she was starting to fit in she got sent back.

she was living out of a van for god knows how long. foster kids older than about 12 tend not to get adopted, because they’re not baby-faced angels anymore.

her van was her home. everything she had was in there. when she joined the team, they became her home and she and the other members got a knife in the back by one of their best agents.

she finally got to meet her dad and he turned out to be a murderer and he kept talking about the old days, like they could just turn the clock back to when she was a kid and start over again. she met her mom and her mom started a war with her chosen family.

and now? now, her mom is dead and her dad has no memory of her. now, her closest friends – her real family – have drifted apart and jemma is trapped.

now, skye’s back to the place where she was in the beginning of the series. with virtually nothing.

vine

Vine by Eli Herrick

Mixtape

More of a drabble than a one shot. 

in a universe where s3 never happened…because fuck s3. 


Pain came in colours to Rae.

Jealousy always turned her vision red and black like the pattern of Finn’s jacket during their time apart at college. Embarrassment came in green like the hideous plastic crocodile she was forced to use to hide herself in the street. Sadness was the pink of her high school carpet the day she went too far. Envy came in brown, like the chestnut of Chloe’s hair. Anger came in blue, like the colour of Ian’s room where Chloe had been stashed. Grief came in grey, like the colour of Tixy’s jumper when Rae should have been there.

Love was a different pain so the colours were different too. Love came in every colour, a whole other range of colours all its own. It had red, green, pink, brown, blue, and grey. But also orange like Izzy’s hair, the yellow of the chairs from the Chippy, the gold of Chloe’s favourite earrings, the white of Finn’s t-shirt the first time they had sex, the silver of the key he gave her when they moved in.

Love was a pain all in its own, it was a killer. It gave you every emotion and then took it all away. Love was all good and all bad, it was disastrous.

She tightened her grip on the pillow and tried not to cry.

Chloe, wide-eyed and worried, appeared in front of her, “Look, Rae I’m just nippin’ out for some food. Y’know milk and stuff? I’ll be back soon though, yeah?”

Rae nodded at Chloe and when she heard the door slam, the tears flowed as ferociously as they liked.

Their argument seemed silly now that she could think clearly about it. Rae had over reacted, Finn had over reacted too. Arguing led to shouting, shouting led to screaming, screaming led to Rae storming out. What stung most was that he hadn’t followed her.

It was lucky that Chloe had her own flat in Peterbourgh. The train journey from Manchester was lonely, but the thought of spending a few nights with her mother and all her accusations made Rae want to throw up.

It would only be a few nights. When she had walked out she hadn’t walked out for good. Finn knew the difference, which was probably why he hadn’t gone after her. Probably.

There was a thump from the front door, as the post fell through the letter box. She could leave it, but if she was planning to spend the weekend at Chloe’s she would have to pull her weight, at least a little bit.

There was only one envelope, with ‘May Earl’ scribbled at the top. The tears came from the breaking in her chest this time, heaving and choking into her hands. Her fingers shook as she tried to open it with care, her small fingers prised the paper apart. The breath felt tight in her throat afraid of what a terrible future this one piece of paper could hold.

‘Dear May,

I’m sorry I’m so shit with words. I’m hoping music will say it better than I can.

Love Finn xx’

Rae frowned before she tipped the envelope out and found a cassette tape inside. She wanted to yell some more. She wanted to call him up just to tell him that sending a tape wasn’t going to fix the things that were (and weren’t) said.

Instead, she found Chloe’s CD player, shoved the tape into its dusty compartment on the front and pressed play.

When the first song came on she cried.

She kept crying. She cried through every song, but she also found herself smiling. She laughed as well, especially at some of the more ‘out-there’ choices. She danced when Chloe walked back through the door. Chloe danced with her.

But mostly Rae flew, she flew back to Finn, she pictured him making the tape, his fingers shaking, his neck straining, his brain working trying to come up with songs that told her what she had nearly forgotten.

When it ended, Chloe tugged at her arm and with a cheeky grin asked “What you thinking, Rae?”

“I’m thinking…that I really need to use your phone.”




The songs that were on the mixtape if you were curious:

Elvis Presley – I can’t help falling in love with you

Style council – you’re the best thing

The smiths – there is a light that never goes out

Dire Straits – Expresso love

Modern Romance – after all this time

Simple minds – don’t you forget about me

The Police – every little thing she does

Supertramp – give a little bit

Thompson Twins – lay your hands on me

Human League – open your heart 

Depeche mode – just can’t get enough 

Genesis – invisible touch 

Lightnining Seeds - Pure

The Beatles – and I love her

Elvis Presley – love me tender 

so an anon a couple days ago asked if i had a ref of my persona/self and since i figured i was finished with my day’s batch of commissions yesterday, i could draw my persona before i headed off to bed. SO YEAH, HERE I AM ANON. i tried. (///) (he/they)