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Wizardess Heart characters pt. 1

Spells and charms +

claude monet

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Rhys squeezed my hand as he looked to me at last. “And if I had not met my mate…” His words failed him as silver lined his eyes.
He said down the bond, I would have waited five hundrend more years for you. A thousand years. And if this was all the time we were allowed to have… The wait was worth it.
He wiped away the tears sliding down my face. “I believe that everything happened, exactly the way it had to… so I could find you.” He kissed another tear away.

withered-rose-with-thorns:

Abandon thought and let the dream descend… (insp.)

friggassons:

is forced cohabitation a kink? bc at this point I will literally read any beauty & the beast au, any hades/persephone retelling, any “we have to pretend we’re in a relationship but whoops we’re actually interested in each other” au.
like dammit I will accept the flimsiest excuse for two people to have to share a bed. the author could just be like “idk all the other beds burned down or something idgaf” and I’d accept it, no questions asked. like “cool whatever let’s get to the part where they wake up spooning and then they’re awkward cause this couldn’t possibly mEAN anything but after a big misunderstanding they learn how the other one feels and there’s a big romantic confession and then they do the sex ;;;;)))”

howeverlongs:

Cassian said softly, brushing away the tear that streaked down her face, “I will find you again in the next world—the next life. And we will have that time. I promise.”

duskenpath:

bodaciousbanshee:

cemeteryconservation:

Nothing to see here, just a street corner in New Orleans…..

This is The Violin Monster and he’s really cool. You should all look him up on Facebook. He’s the most talented violinist I have ever met, and he’s super sweet and friendly. He also teaches violin to kids. His back story is he’s a 400+ year old werewolf from Galway, Ireland who plays violin to quell his hunger for human flesh. I forget the details of how he became a werewolf, but I think it had something to do with a deal he made with a witch.

Story time: so one day I actually had spending money, so for funsies I kept putting money in his jack-o-lantern (that’s what his tip bucket is) requesting Scotch-Irish folk songs, and he didn’t just play every song he PLAYED them like he was in a music battle with the Faery King. I was quite impressed. Later, I ran into him, mask-off, at Café Envie and I told him “That was really cool, but you still didn’t play my favorite song ‘The King of the Faeries,’ do you not know it?” and Violin Monster looked around and over his shoulder, and then leaned over me and said in a hushed tone: “Oh I know it, but it’s bad luck to play that song. They say if you play it three times the Faery King himself will appear. So I don’t play that song anymore.” And then he smiled and walked away.

I don’t think Zach is just one of those performers who never breaks character, I think he’s actually summoned faeries by accident with his amazing music.

The man KNOWS

aly-naith:

ya lit meme: ten series of books
[2/10] ‘A Court of Thorns and Roses’ by Sarah J. Maas

“To the people who look at the stars and wish, Rhys.“
Rhys clinked his glass against mine. “To the stars who listen— and the dreams that are answered.”

itsnotacrimetoloveyou:

Happy ~~Klaroline~~ Arbor Day!

The full
moons had always meant pain and loneliness. Nothing else.

But on that
morning, he woke up naked in the forest, mind filled with hazy memories of
another wolf and the teasing games they’d played; how she’d run and he’d
chased.

Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Ma-

He’d woken
up alone… Had it been nothing but a dream?

No. His
skin was covered with the evidence of her playful bites; he could still smell
her lingering scent in the air, could still sense her presence in the woods.

He needed
to find her.

So he got
to his feet and started walking, letting his lupine senses guide him as he
sought her through the fog that clouded that morning… Until he caught glimpse
of golden hair amidst the green leaves.

Klaus
called after her, already chasing her – always chasing her.

She turned
around to face him, a smile on her face and a heat in her eyes that mirrored his
own. She was unashamed in her nakedness as she should be. Perfect, she was utterly
perfect and utterly his.

Neither of
them found any words that needed to be said in that moment, their minds too
filled with this instant need for each other, with a fire that threatened to
burn that forest to the ground.

So she took
an inviting step towards him and he closed the distance between them. Neither
of them cared about the dirt or the cold as she allowed him to push her to her
hands and knees, moaning for him so prettily as he filled her, hard and fast
and perfect.

Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate.

kinqstark:

endless list of favorite movies – beauty and the beast (2017)

If he could learn to love another and earn their love in return by the time the last petal fall, the spell would be broken.