pov: you're a heartbroken witch

a witch ought never be frightened in the darkest forest because she should be sure in her soul that the most terrifying thing in the forest was her — terry pratchett.

00:00 — the vow (alexandre desplat)
02:05 — lament song (max ablitzer)
06:41— lullaby from rosemary's baby (krzysztof komeda)
09:06 — come little children (myuu)
12:06 — the hanging tree (taylor davis)
14:36 — pan's labyrinth lullaby (the wild conductor)
17:54 — suspirium (thomas geleyn)

illustration found on the book: "magic no mystery; conjuring tricks with cards, balls, and dice, magic writing, performing animals, etc., etc."

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F.A.Q.

✨ did you produce the songs? — no. the songs here are not made by me in any way or form. the credits go to the righteous music producers and compositors.

✨ is the music copyright free? — no.

✨ did you make the art in the thumbnails? — no. whenever i choose an illustration for a thumbnail, i always try my best to find the artistʼs name so i can credit them in the description.

✨ where do you find the illustrations? — on pinterest, mostly. they usually come from 1800-2000 fairytale books.

✨ do you accept suggestions? — yes, you can always ask me for a themed playlist. i do not promise, however, that i will make it. but i'll definitely look into it.

[selrenade]

*hello, darlings!*
this video is a reupload, since youtube has taken my previous video down because of copyright issues. i hope you forgive me for this small scare, and also that everything will be in place now.

here is a list of books and movies that have this playlist vibe.

*♡ books*
the witching hour (anne rice)
wintersmith (terry pratchett)
in the night garden (catherynne m. valente)
born wicked (jessica spotswood)
a discovery of witches (deborah harkness)

*♡ movies*
bell, book and a candle (1958)
the love witch (2016)
practical magic (1998)
beautiful creatures (2013)
the last witch hunter (2015)
oz the great and powerful (2013)
i married a witch (1942)

[axmedqamzaev]

Next pov: you're a heartbroken writer
Love your playlists so much

[lylealburo]

“But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.”

[amazynonimus]

As I said before, this playlist is helping me with my book about teen witches!!!

[jseph.pm.]

as a heartbroken witch myself.... yeah this is pretty much how i feel

[mayapalermo]

"The Ballad of the Witch and the Cat"

In the darkest woods and far away from here, no longer a soul entered. Surrounded by haze and darkness, it was rumored the existence of a witch, a powerful and heartless woman, whose witchcraft would bring kings and queens to Her knees. It was said that the witch had trapped the stars and placed the fiercest dragons at her service.

The Witch was alone. She, of a beauty given by the gods of the sky, fragile and delicate. Abandoned to a destiny that she did not want to follow and walked that path despite the fact that she knew it was not suitable for her. But who can change their destiny?

One day, in a distant time from us, a cat (which cat was not and never had been) showed up at her door and prayed for a place to stay. At first the woman was hesitant, and she denied him his request. "Three days." The cat said, the steel-black fur lightly caressed by the moonlight, in a surprisingly human voice "Only three days, and I'll be on my way. But I'm sure at the end of these three nights, you won't want to let me go ." and mocking that statement, the Witch let him in. Because her home was anyone's home, if they were brave enough to ask.

The first day was serene and clear. The cat (which cat was not and never had been) was as if it had never been in the hut. A transparent presence, a spirit, almost non-existent, in the life of the witch, which took care to fulfill all of her duties. Talking to plants, cataloging potions, repairing her magic broom. If the cat had noticed the loneliness and sadness in the witch's gaze he didn't show it. Nor the sighs she gave when she observed the Village further downstream.

On the second day, The Cat became more questioning, eager for answers, frustrating, and curious about every information he could get a paw on. About the witch's past (even if she refused to answer), her life and her loneliness. Sometimes the woman would cry for nothing at all, shivering and trembles that shook her body, and the cat would wrap its tail around her wrist with possessive tenderness.

In the evening, the two of them, one in the company of the other, watched the sun filter through the colored windows of the house, the games of the dim and calming light in the room. Outside the crickets sang, accompanied by a few birds, while the witch wiped the traces of tears from her cheeks with anger and childish remorse. As if she had done something wrong, crying. It was not.

On the third day the witch disappeared. The cat waited for her from the first light of dawn until noon. In the afternoon he looked for her everywhere. Among the tallest trees, in the fields full of flowers and butterflies, he even went to the far beaches asking the winds if they had seen her. No results. All in vain.
The Woman had disappeared like dew as the sun rose, without a trace.

As the luminous star went down, he found her on the cliff facing the sea, the waves pounding on the rocks with immense fury. She stood, still and rigid, Her hands folded in silent prayer. The new wounds, though they were slowly healing themselves, looked serious and deep, in need of treating.

"I've been to a wedding" she murmured sharply and coldly, as if she knew of the cat's presence after all that time, "About my beloved, at the Village." And she slowly turned to look at the cat, while he looked at her with immense reverence, in her feline heart something that she broke upon seeing the one who had given him refuge so broken.

"Your beloved?"
The witch blinked with sleepy slowness
"I wasn't enough."
"You are enough"
A sigh.
"I wasn't. And, at least now, she's happy."

The cat's nails scratched the ground boldly.
"Why make others happy at your expense if they don't love you after all you give?"
"Ah, Love. Lovers are dedicated to something in which they are doomed to fail. We strive every day to love perfectly, to be perfect in the eyes of those we want to please, and in any case we fail. We can only seek, in every doom of ours, the ways, to fail better."
"And by loving like this, do you feel good?"
"No." came the clear and honest answer "It always hurts."

The Witch told the cat about the sacrifice, about her exile for practicing magic, about how she tried to save an innocent woman, and how that woman for that short time made her understand what it meant to love. To have loved and to have failed. About her distancing from the one who made her feel complete and how she had isolated herself, leaving no traces of her existing anymore, while she did hide. Away from prying eyes. From cruel and painful feelings.

Between the smile, bitter and almost irritated, the sharp canines of the feline sparkled and he sat down next to his companion, his gaze turned to the sunset and the cliff, while stretching in such an animalistic way, although endowed with such rationality and empathy. Human. So real and dystopian at the same time (what was more dystopian than a talking cat in the end? And a witch living in the woods?)
"Have you paid your price?"
"Yes"
The cat wagged its tail, more knowledge in his eyes than he let on. "Are you happy?" he asked her, although he knew the answer.
The witch looked at him, almost with serene melancholy. A look that few know. A look reserved for those few people who have decided to follow their fate, even the worse one, without objecting. A surrendered look. So Lost.

the whisper was quieter than the flapping of a butterfly's wings
"No."

The feline hissed quietly as his eyes finally fell on the woman's figure, his irises thinning slightly in the light.
"This is life, " he said. "Remember, Recall and finally reminisce what you are and always will be. You cannot change for those you love, if they want you to be different. And you, After all, are a Witch." The woman opened her mouth, but she closed it again as soon as the cat interrupted her "Don't change. Find those who can understand you for who you are."

"Will it hurt?"
"What?"
"Having to turn your back on those who are like poison to you?"
"Yes. But it is the only way to heal, and believe me, the healing will be long. There is no a poison without a remedy as there is no cure without knowing true suffering."

the animal started to leave... "Having said that, my three days are up. I would not like to take advantage of your hospitality even more."
... but before vanishing into the shadows of the trees, he was stopped by the witch.
"Wait up!"
She said, a hand tentatively directed at him, almost compassionately. But not towards the cat, but the compassion she felt towards herself. She murmured in fear, terror of having to be alone, her voice shying, low. Keening. "Stay. Please-"
If cats could smile, he was already smiling.
And on the third day, the familiar stayed.

[ireneunnie]

girl your playlists are helping me so much to stay focused on college assignments.

[jamie]

As a witch with crippling depression, good playlist 😩

[Valentina-ezzx]

I'm crocheting (a freaking cute jellyfish) while listening to this and I feel like I'm making a voodoo doll for the one who broke my witch heart...

[castorbean]

Writing while listening to this while it’s raining outside was the right decision 🖤

[Boo-pxbx]

What was once an illustrious village was nothing but Ash and muck, streets that children would play on were gone. Trees lovers would sneak behind for privacy were no more. Homes that families would be loved and raised in ceased to exist. And in the centre of this destruction was a young lady, unmoving and silent as if mimicking one of the many statues that had been around.

She had been born beautiful like the other girls in the village, she was taught how to cook and clean like the others, how to sew and read like the others. But she was different because along side being born beautiful, she was also born powerful.

The most recent in a long line of powerful witches and wizards alike that chose to blend in with this perfect little village, she didn't mind. She was content, happy with this peasant life, she loved thr village and she thought it loved her too.

Until she fell in love.

She fell in love with a young bookmaker, he wasn't the most handsome nor the smartest but he had the most heart and passion than anyone she had met before and that was enough for her.

They spent nights together in passion and days bathed in sweet kisses and words, they were content with their simple lives together dreaming about a future with a child of their own, he accepted her when he learned what she was and made books and grimiores for his beloved which made her heart flow with love, she was happy with being enough.

Until the village found out by mistake, a young boy of a hunter caught her with her spells and ran to tell his father who in turn told the priest who then told the entire village who became scared of her. Rumours started to fly that her beloved was an agent of the devil and that she had bewitched him into loving her, so they tied him up and burned him to the stake while making her watch from iron chains.

She felt hurt from what the village she had lived in fondly had done, and then like all things in nature, hurt turned into betrayal, betrayal into anger and anger into rage. She wanted nothing more than for them to feel the pain her beloved felt in his final moments, so lot the village on fire, she engulfed it all in her flames, screaming in fury as men and women and children succumbed to the fires, nothing was safe from her wrath and it kept on burning until days went by and it all went out.

When it went out, she was left on the ground surrounded by Ash and toil. She was silent. What could she say? What was there to say? There was none left to hear her, and with all of this Ash and blood she painted on her hands, it didn't bring him back. It wouldn't ever bring him back. And now she was alone in what was once a paradise of life that became field of death.

She would weep and cry, mourning him, mourning them, the children that didn't deserve death. With all of her cried and apologies none would hear her, for she had put them all in the hands of the Grim Reaper.

[joannasusan]

“The witch would have known that when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor’s stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe / The Magician's Nephew

loved da new playlist <33 helped me finish up with my creative writting assignments! :3 again thankuu for such an epic playlist! :>
yours,
a fellow far away friend <33

[kfntyio]

girl, your music taste is- 😩✋

also here's some pov's/playlist ideas if you will ever be without ideas (but i highly doubt that it <33)
- pov : you are a vampire who fell in love with a human
- pov : you're a human who fell in love with a vampire
- pov : you fell in love with your enemy
- pov : you are the second choice (romantically, idk if i explained myself well-)
- pov : your lover was killed by the person who's obsessed with you
- pov : you are a warrior princess
- pov : you are the elf princess
- pov : you're a villager but the prince/princess fell in love with you
- pov : you're a vampire who just killed his lover accidentaly
- pov : you're in love with a person you only see in your dreams
- pov : you're a psycho/yandere and your love interest/crush just was stolen by your rival
- pov : you're trapped in your dream (like alice's in alice in wonderland)
- pov : you're a devil in love with a human
- pov : a witch/wizard just casted a love spell on you, now you can think only of her/him/them
- pov : you're in a dark forest and something is following you
- pov : someone cast a curse on you and now everyperson you cared for is dying
- pov : an angel keeps coming in your room everynight
- pov : you're a melancholic writer who just lost his/her lover
- pov : you're the lost princess (sounds cringe lol) (did you watch anastasia? about anastasia romanov? i meant this kind of lost princess)
- pov : you're a swan princess
- pov : you fell in love with a god but now his lover has turned you into a swan
- pov : you fell in love with a god but his lover took your beautiful voice away
- pov : you're zeus's human lover, you knew he was a god and begged him to stay with you, but the next day he disappeared
- pov : you're aphrodite
- pov : you're in a victorian era orphanage
- pov : you're a victorian duchess
- pov : you're a servant who fell in love with your lord/boss/owner (?)

anyways i love your playlists bestie <333

[whotfismary]

Can you make “POV: You’re a heartbroken werewolf” ?? You make awesome playlists and also very unique ones ❣️❣️

[B.coffin]

Second time's the charm! Glad to see this back up!

[racoon_in_ankhmorpork]

I’ve been listening to this for a while (and I adore it), but I just now noticed you list a Terry Pratchett book in your inspo material! He’s practically my favourite author, it always makes me happy to see other people mention him/be his fans/know him.

[ehvoorq]

I'm a witch and indeed today my heart got broken, this playlist is as specific as necessary, thanks for making it.
(Sorry about my English, it's not my mother tongue but I had to express it)

[fadadoslivross]

Pls make a playlist like "angel who has fallen in love with a demon"!🥺

[FlashakaViolet]

"I have what I want, and no one will ever take it from me again."

[anacayse]

hi! i would love to see a playlist of a lost ghost/ spirit or something. or, a ghost thats been haunting the same place for a very long time and is yearning to leave