Dust settles in the corners of their eyes and the branches of their lungs, white staining their vision, breaths heavy with sand. The emptiness can be beautiful, can serve as a metaphor for their organs or their personal horizons, lets them blot out the sun with the curve of a thumb and wonder if that's all it really takes. They are warriors, but their boots are weighed with politics and they are marching a fragile line, ears straining for commands that come from tin cans, voices thick with static and numbers. But on they drive, and march, to ancient beats pulsing in the hot sand and the hot sky, waiting for the fire of danger to spark within them at any moment, fingers steady on their weapons. Acoustic guitars swell with their tempo, electricity zips up the strings to give them excitement, but static filters in and slows their footsteps as night washes the light from the world, letting their destruction become a celebration in the sky.



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There is something… different about Sookie Stackhouse, though he can't quite put his finger on it. He can see the fire in her, burning underneath her skin, lighting up her insides with anger and compassion and pride alike. It is curious. In all the years that have been swept up in his wake, steadying his hands and his mind and his indifference, there have been precious few times where he has become so intrigued by something. By someone. And while our blond barmaid senses his interest in her, and her abilities, she finds that trying to ignore the sparks he sets off in her is becoming increasingly difficult. And so the beginning of their journey is set to faltering, uncertain static, filtering between the hum of guitars and smooth voices weaving in out, letting their story unfold. But then— the synths. Sweeping electronic beats and orchestral crescendos slip in to represent the foreign territory they unwittingly begin to explore simply by catching the others' gaze— and soon they are well on their way, letting emotion dictate what their actions should be, with no room for logic and little for peace. Sookie's corner of Louisiana will never be the same again.



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There is something lurking in the heart of Dr. Jackman; a shadow swirling inside him, waiting, waiting, waiting for the moment it can be free. Maybe there's a potion. Maybe there's just a girl. But somehow blood and lust and violence and glee surge up and overtake his soul, and suddenly the good Doctor's conscience blackens and chars; becomes something delightfully dark and twisted. Something which has been hiding. Say what you might; everyone has an alter-ego. His just happens to have a name and unfathomable power. And so eerie electronic beats provide the dark, enigmatic beginning of our modern Jekyll's journey, morphing into vocals as powerful as Hyde's appetite, all framed by electricity and wavering, mysterious voices which seem to insinuate a deeper and more dangerous kind of mind. Proceed if you dare.



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Blood; sometimes it sets his teeth on edge. Other times it helps him control the chaos. Because inside Dexter Morgan lurks a hunger for destruction-- for the cold steel of his knives and the lush rip they make against human flesh, for body parts tightly wrapped in saran wrap, lowered into the Gulf in hefty bags never to be seen again. Say what you like; he's a very neat monster. Having no human feelings can help the process too-- our dear demented serial killer remains empty inside, save for the code of his foster father and the skills needed for his survival. And when the moon is full and hanging plump in the Miami night, the Dark Passenger lies in wait, its deep chuckles rumbling through the mind of our darkly dreaming Dexter, hoping to slake its thirst for blood.



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Time does not falter and it does not forget; and their tale, truly, is a tragedy-- in two parts. Once, they were together, and traveling held such wonders for her; though she was the only wonder for him. A war nipped at their heels even as they spun through their fantastic life, and finally, eventually, they were drawn to its center, unable to unknowingly orbit the chaos any longer. And fate, as it does, had plans neither could have seen -- nor have wanted to see. Torn away from him, impossible to return to her old life, she remains trapped in an alternate universe, forever aching to see him again. He continues to travel alone, his empty ship only serving to remind him how lively it used to be. Time had not saved them. But perhaps she could.



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The first part of one of the most windswept romances to ever grace the universe -- the stunning tale of two time travelers, each the perfect compliment to the other. When their eyes align, time itself seems to still; they are hopelessly caught up in one another and they spin, carelessly, across the stars -- a pairing they would never hope to part from. These songs detail their growing conviction for each other, a chronology which follows their time together, ephemeral as it is.



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The world of Sookie Stackhouse is impossible. It is a world of vampires, shape-shifters, fairy godmothers and werewolves, and our blonde telepathic barmaid is stuck right in the middle of it all. Not to mention the fact that she's apparently something more than human, she has a blood bond with a stunning, thousand-year-old Viking vampire who just so happens to control the upper part of northern Louisiana (and is her ex-boyfriend's boss, if vampire hierarchy is anything to go by). But politics isn't the only thing Eric Northman excels in -- he happens to be spectacular in bed. This compiliation is a careful look into their lives, in between the Royal Summits (who knew Louisiana had a queen?), the bloodshed, and unexpected visitors; folk and indie at it's finest, strung together by the common thread of a burgeoning romance which neither could've predicted.



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Belle de Jour's voice is like a string of colored beads, like steps to the sea, and London -- well, London is her city. Cool air and cooler hearts mingle under a glowing skyline, glass buildings reflecting the streetlamps like manmade constellations, and it's behind these depthless gleaming panes where she does her finest work. And though certain words trail behind her, displaced breaths grasping for description, the truth is she is everything that they encompass, and more. They can say what they wish, but sex is her calling, her life, and she wouldn't have it any other way. She is clever, sophisticated, perfectly crafted and she is an experience you will never, ever forget. It's a business doing pleasure with you.




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A foreign, familiar constant of the universe, bending with time, scattered in other whens and wheres like stardust across the galaxies. He is close with Death, and it follows gently in his wake, as it has always done. Centuries of life and loves and planets and knowledge are held, barely contained, within his changing frame. He is solitary, but almost never alone. The Doctor; the last of the Time Lords, a proud people outside of time who remain casualties of a devastating war. This is everything which encompasses his newest regeneration; his tenth body. Sweet, desperate violins entwine with haunting piano, which flows into loose beats and the static sounds of the guitar. Each song lets a facet of him show, from the loss of his planet, his self, and the slow struggle of realizing that though he is the last, he doesn't have to remain alone. And it does all of this without words -- welcome to an orchestral anthology of the Doctor.



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365 days, and even that is fading fast. A year to live and a war to fight; but things have never been exactly normal in the Winchester family. The end of the world is now, now, now, and the little signposts along the road are all pointing to one place -- the place, the one with fire and doom and man, can't the demons just take a freakin' break already? Don't worry, boys. Their day will come. This mix focuses on the Winchester brothers; the overall tone equal parts light and heavy, brash industrial notes mixing with the pleasant strum of acoustic guitar. The songs were chosen for their lyrics and mood, and here's the kicker -- there isn't any classic rock.



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Isabella Swan is in love with a vampire. The slow and endless drizzle of her new town makes the green of the trees and grass glisten, ethereal. Her life is clouded by painstaking adoration and the constant struggle to survive the supernatural things she manages to stumble upon. So it's a fairly good thing that her vampire loves her back, fiercely and selflessly, and tries to protect her from the horrible wonders of his world. The songs you are about to encounter were chosen both for lyrical and atmospheric value, and the overall tone mimics that of their relationship: something haunting, otherworldly -- something beautiful.



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He's on the brink of timelessness, one foot on earth and the other in infinity, and it's probably going to last for more than the weekend. What would you do with millions of years of your life left to live? You'd learn and laugh and fight aliens and dress vintage, eat bad food and maybe like, maybe love and always, always miss. You can't know what you're missing, exactly; mortality, finality, a blue box, a winning smile? I guess it would depend on the day. Or, you know, century. But, it's like this: Captain Jack Harkness is a mystery, ladies and gentlemen. Hopefully this will get you a little closer to understanding him.



( This chapter is over: he's not coming home )

She doesn't get what it all means, and sometimes it will slip through the gaps in her fingers, but then she will shake her head, and sigh, and her hands will tug at her jumper. This is the life after Life, the one where the universe was her home, and she was not unused to having constellations rearrange themselves in front of her. She travels, because it's better than the alternative, and that has to be enough. (She's trying, really.) Her hair is darker, and she is older, less angry. Airports get to be routine and the pressure in her lungs when they lift off doesn't fade away until she will remember that this is her life, now, and she doesn't really need a home. (She left it in a blue box.) It's hard, but she moves on. It's what he would have wanted. She secretly, achingly, hopes that he will find her again.




( Reciting airships and learning to breathe )

Rose Tyler believes in forever. But her knowledge of it is broken, fleeting. Sometimes she can't really recall, but for a few minutes in her timeline she grew, and grew, and the confines of time couldn't hold her, because she was everything; and for that moment forever seemed like such a silly idea, such an easy promise. Minutes were grains of sand between her fingers. But, now, the seconds are just taking her one step closer to an end which she can't see. The Doctor can feel forever underneath his skin and when he looks at her, molecules rearrange into something bright, burning, feelings gone nova between the second when she blinks and when she sees him entirely. This mix reflects their relationship as it evolves from secret glances to absolute dependence on one another. You'll see what I mean.



( How long are you going to stay with me? )

She mostly wonders how drastically her life has shifted between the knowledge of invincibility and (maybe, a little,) falling for someone who keeps saving her life from a lunatic who eats brains and oh, ew, by the way. At night she keeps having to tell herself that yes, her name is Claire, no, she can't die, and yeah, it looks like she might survive high school after all. He, on the other hand, has to remind himself that saving her will save the world, no matter what relatives (motherbrotherniece?) think. He doesn't think he's a hero yet, he's just a (not-so-normal) guy trying to save New York, but for her he's a hero twice over. Peter Petrelli? Meet fate. You won't be close friends.

A mix of twisted proportions.



( Finding ways to fix the skyline )

One Gallifreyan Time Lord and one human shopgirl. Two years, maybe more, maybe less, and they've touched the stars and each other's hearts. They are timeless and constant, because they will always be somewhere, somewhen, righting wrongs and saving lives. At the end of one universe and the beginning of another, their erstwhile adoration forges links in the fabric of reality that not even time can break. Take a look at their exuberant, evanescent lives through mellifluous tunes and maybe, just maybe, you'll catch a glimpse of their interdependence as they pass through galaxies unknown.



( Time has told me you came with the dawn )

A lot of you guys wanted more fanmixes, more Ten/Rose, and.. this happened! But don't worry, I've been writing down all your lovely requests mild suggestions, and it will probably feel like spam when I post everything. ♥

They're Time Lords. They were friends and then they were enemies, and the cosmos hasn't been the same ever since. Home for them is dust floating in a swirling Kasterborous constellation, and they've both experienced the life of war and the burn of death. This mix is as seething, lonely, spontaneous, and cunning as they can be.



( Shoulders like the hedging winter )

A loving tribute to the psychotic. While this happily mental and stunningly evil couple go about doing their business of death, they just so happen to look gorgeous while doing it. But sometimes you just need to whistle while you work, or, you know, put on a couple tunes to get you in that killing mood. This eclectic mix is all about the crazy; it's heavy and almost brash, the electronic meeting some good ol' guitar riffs. But why on earth make a mix for this deranged duo? Well, just look at them. They're loyal to the point of literal insanity, and isn't that just adorable? You can Avada me anytime, Barty.



( I see a bad moon on the rise )


On an entirely unrelated note to the wonderful people who have friended me: I love you. I haven't really been able to reply to your recent comments, which makes me feel all sorts of horrendous, but right now I really wanted to let you know that I appreciate it like you can't imagine. Each and every one means the entire world to me, even if I do have weirdly-scheduled 40-hour work weeks. Thank you so, so much. Hopefully I'll be able to answer each one in the next few days. Just wanted to let you know I haven't forgotten about you. ♥

( You had to pick a Sunday, didn't you? You bring me back to the boredom capital of the universe, and you pick the one day of the week you can't even get a decent television programme. )

01-07: Doctor Who
+ Ace Fanmix
08-10: David Tennant