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teresa has been moved to @rewriitethestory

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teresa has been moved to @rewriitethestory

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teresa has been moved to @rewriitethestory

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teresa has been moved to @rewriitethestory

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i have my last exam tomorrow and gonna be real with you guys i’m kinda freaking out and while it means i’m gonna have a lot more free time to be online soon the next few days i’m gonna be spending with friends and all that jazz so i’ll probs be a little inactive

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sharptcngued:

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       “Jist seein’ the lot that finally sold besides my potions shop is all.” She commented before stepping in further with furrowed brows, taking in the variety of merchandise being sold in the shop. “It’s been empty for ages so I wis a bit surprised when the ‘for sale’ sticker finally came on down.”

Nosey eyes flickered about, humming towards herself before finding herself automatically attracted to the flowers tucked away out of reach from customers. “So what do you exactly sell here, Ma’am? I see a lot a muggle items.. But are the charmed or.. authentic?”

      Teresa steps out from behind the counter as the other witch walks around the shop, trying to keep her in view so that it’s easier to read her lips. She had been surprised to see the building was still for sale when she returned back to England as well, she couldn’t see any reason why it had taken so long to sell.

      “No need to call me Ma’am, Teresa will work just fine,” she says with a small smile, “there’s a mix of items, some have been charmed,” she points at a shelf of glass animals that are walking around in a box, “while others are just as I found them.”

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xmusiisms:

@imbuedmagic liked for a starter! -

“…I don’t suppose you’d mind running down to the greenhouses for me, and letting Professor Sprout know that I appear to have run out of echinacea?” 

“Not a problem, how much are you thinking you’ll need?”

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imbuedmagic ---> mcgicveins

along with a url change i’m going to be clearing this blog out, so it’s totally focussed on teresa since it used to be a multimuse

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okay normally in my art thief verse for teresa i have it out of the wizarding world but imagine she’s still a witch so the wizarding authorities don’t get involved at the beginning because she’s only taken stuff from muggles, never been spotted with a wand and is apparating in cctv blindspots

so she’s having a great time and loves reading news articles about her because the muggles have no bloody clue how she’s doing it but then she gets ambitious and goes after a wizarding piece so suddenly wizarding authorities are panicked because as far as their concerned a muggle now has proof of the wizarding community and thus begins this massive game of cat and mouse with teresa and an auror, both thinking they’re the cat

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Queer Sign Language // Jessica Out Of The Closet

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Hc + post war

send me  ‘ hc ‘  + a word and i’ll write a headcanon about it regarding my character.

Okay so there are a couple versions of Teresa’s life post-war since it’s not her canon verse so I like having different options

During the war, she took the position of professor of advanced arithmancy studies, and although the year of teaching when Snape was headmaster was awful she stayed on, even helping with the reconstruction of the castle.

Or instead of staying on, because let’s be real having that be your second year of teaching would make you reconsider your career, she went back to Spain - having not been home since graduation - when she returned to England she bought one of the old buildings in Hogsmeade, remodelling it into a shop and flat. The shop is rather eclectic, with no particular theme, selling items from potions ingredients to muggle records.

Then in verses with @cordemaris she does open the shop but as well as going to Spain the couple go to Greece. Eventually marrying and having fraternal twins.

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send me  ‘ hc ‘  + a word and i’ll write a headcanon about it regarding my character.

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"I do" from anyone really

Send me “I do” for my muses reaction to waking up in Vegas, married to yours.

The night as far as Teresa can remember had started by her saying screw you to the world and promising an awesome evening which she thinks managed to uphold all the way up until they passed out in a drunken stupor in her room. It isn’t until the next morning - or afternoon, she can’t be sure with only the light streaming in through the window as a sign - that it all begins to look like an awful idea.

Teresa stared at the ring on her left ring finger, attempting to get her scrambled brain to focus on remembering. She swallows against a rising tide of nausea - swearing to never drink vodka again - and clears her throat with a weak cough. 

“Wake up,” Teresa begs, urgency creeping into her voice. “I really need you to wake up now. Preferably without killing or jinxing me.”

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Send me "I do" for my muses reaction to waking up in Vegas, married to yours.

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stolen from: @potionloved tagging: whoever :)

bold applies to all verses, italics for occasional or specific verses

APHRODITE: laughter-loving,     sweet  smiles,     dressed  in  silk  and  satin,     flower  in  their  hair,     sees  the  world  as  a  runway,     unapologetically  sexual,     the  sea  washing  their  ankles,     in  love  with  love,     stirrer  of  passion,     cunning  concealed  by  painted  lips,     secret  daggers,     doves,     revolution  in  their  kiss,     delighting  in  the  waves,     flirtatious  winks,     strolling  along  the  beach,     staring  wistfully  from  a  balcony,     this  is  how  to  be  a  heartbreaker,     wants  to  be  adored,     gets  turned  on  by  danger.

APOLLO:       glitz  and  glamour,     art  galleries,     turning  the  volume  up,     being  made  of  gold,     neatly-organized  music  sheets,     notebooks  filled  with  poetry,    bathing  in  the  sunlight,     the  powerful  urge  to  create,     collecting  vinyl  records,     beautiful  cover  of  wonderwall,     playing  multiple  instruments,     tasting  like  sunshine,     healing  touch,     speaking  in  prophecies,     smile  mingled  with  wrath,     shunning  lies,     sporting  shades,     hanging  out  at  music  festivals  with  their  friends,    sleeps  naked,     arrow  to  the  heart,     paint  brushes,     probably  has  a  tinder  account.

ARES:   armed  for  battle,     wants  to  raise  a  dog  with  their  significant  other,     soft  spot  for  children,     gives  piggyback  rides,     scarred  body,     blood  on  their   hands  and  face,     willing  to  fight  the  world  for  the  ones  they  love,     fights  against  injustice,     warm  hugs,     well-worn  combat  boots,     boxing gloves,      bandages  wrapped  around  bruised  knuckles,     fist  raised  in  protest,     ignites  revolutions,    fear  is  a  prison,  more  sensitive  than  what  their  tough  shell  would  have  you  think,    exhausted,     damaged  goods,     force  to  be  reckoned  with,     red  roses,    curses  under  their  breath.

ARTEMIS:   keen  sense  of  a  hunter,     freckles  like  constellations  on  their  skin,    piercing  eyes,     dishevelled  braid,     moonlight  peeking  through  the  shadows,     the  calm  of  the  forest  at  night,     lying  on  the  grass  and  staring  at  the  stars,     mother  doe  and  her  fawn,    protecting  their  kin,     the  moon  shimmering  on  a  still  lake,     quiver  full  of  arrows  resting  against  the  bark  of  a  tree,     running  with  wolves,    bonding  while  circled  around  a  campfire,     not  being  much  of  a  people  person,     arrow  hitting  a  target,     popping  egos,     patience  on  3%,     touches  heaven  and  returns  howling.

ATHENA:      discerning  gaze,     unreadable  face,      quiet  museums,     owl  perched  on  their  finger,     armour  that  intimidates,     eye  for  architecture,     plays  the  sims  for  the  sole  purpose  of  building  houses,     studied  the  blade  while  everyone  else  was  busy  getting  laid,     big  fan  of  logic,     loves  brain  teasers,     ancient  buildings,     sweaters  in  neutrals and  cool  colors,     hair  done  up,     can  kill  you  with  their  brain,     heads  to  the  library  often  to  research,   sharpened  pencils,     abs  that  can  cut  steel,     stoic  statues, pottery classes.

DEMETER:   soil-covered  hands,     smile  that  can  bloom  flowers,     skin  loved  by  the  sun,     being  the  mom-friend,     can  lift  you  and  your  friends,     flowers  kept  in  the  pockets  of  overalls,     takes  pride  in  their  beautiful  garden,     speaks  to  their  plants,     leaves  rustling  in  the  wind,     stalks  of  wheat,     picking  fruit,     greenhouses,      heart  as  strong  as  a  mountain,     values  simplicity,     daisies  dotted  across  a  collarbone,     curls  crowned  with  flowers,     folded  pile  of  sweaters  in  warm  hues,     pulling  out  fresh-baked  bread  out  of  the  oven  and  the  smell  wafting  through  the  air.

DIONYSUS:     drunk  shitposter,     on  their  sixth  glass  of  wine  before  you’ve  even  finished  your  second,     seductive  smirks,     untamed curls,     rich  fabrics  on  dark  skin,     sleek-furred  panthers,     theater  masks,     stage  productions,      receiving  a  standing  ovation,     rose  caught  between  their  teeth,     being  the  baby  of  the  bunch,    wild  parties  that  last  from  sundown  to  sunup,     creeping  vines,     inspiring  loyalty,     grand  opera  houses,     masquerade  balls,     rolls  of  film,     shattered  chandeliers  with  broken glass  scattered  across  the  wine-spilled  floor,     pouring  champagne  into  flutes,   lives  for  the   applause.

HEPHAESTUS:   the  calloused  hands  of  someone  who  knows  labor,     sweaty  brow,     flame  burning  in  their  eyes,     inventive  mind,     broad  shoulders,  steampunk  goggles,      nuts  and  bolts  stored  away  in  little  boxes,     ashes,     striking  a  match,  blueprints  for  future  projects,     fixing  up  a  busted  up  car  and  giving  it  cool  upgrades,     wrestles  with  bitterness,     work  boots  have  seen  better  years,     wrinkled  plaid  flannel shirts,     iron  melted  in  blazing  fire,     huge  jackets,     crafting  masterpieces,     greased-stained  overalls,     fascination  with  robotics,     pain  is  fuel,     stack  of  weaponry,     even  their  muscles  have  muscles.

HERA:   resting  bitch  face,     dressed  to  the  nines,     cows  grazing  on  a  pasture,    cool  rain,    loving  and  hating  fiercely,     hand  clutching  a  string  of  pearls,     large  chandelier  with  glittering  crystals,     plays  the  sims  for  the  sole  purpose  of  killing  off  their  sims,      romance  to  realism,     pictures  of  the  sky  while  flying  on  a  plane,    files  that  under  fuck  it,     downs  glasses  of  wine bottles  of  beer  as  they  relax  with  a  scented  bubble  bath  and  netflix,     like  their  selfie  or  you’re  grounded,     knows  57  convenient  ways  to  murder  a  man,     dark  eyes  that  penetrate  your  soul,  marble  and  gold.

HERMES:   devil-may-care  smile,     always  up-to-date  on  the  latest  technology,    will  steal  your  french  fries,     does  it  for  the vine,     shitposter,     puts  googly  eyes  on  everything,     meme  hoarder,     long  drives  on  the  highway,     ma  and  pop  diners,    spontaneous  road  trips,     folded  maps,     fingers  dancing  across  the  keyboard  of  a  laptop,     shooting  hoops  on  the  basketball  court,     chatting  up  strangers  as  you  all  journey  to  your  own  destinations,     goes  jogging  in  the  morning,     mixes  redbull  with  coffee,     menace  on  april  fool’s,     hoodies  and  sneakers.

POSEIDON:     storm  with  skin,     colorful  coral  reefs,     waves  crashing  against  the  shore,     stroking  the  soft  fur  of  a  cat,     their  heart  pounding  as  their  horse’s  gentle  trot  speeds  into  a  gallop,     tousled  locks,     clothes  smeared  with  paint,      owns  several  sketchbooks  yet  always  yearns  to  own  more,     leather  jackets,     fondness  for  diy  projects,    handwriting  that  flows  across  the  page,     nimble  fingers  playing  the  strings  of  a  violin fiddle,     velvety singing  voice  that  haunts  your  dreams,     mood  as  ever-changing  as  the  sea,     the  roar  of  a  motorcycle,     compass  with  a  spinning arrow.

ZEUS:     thunder  in  their  heart,     running  on  coffee,     flash  of  lightning,     natural  charisma,     eloquence,     badass  in  a  nice  suit,     aficionado  of  history,     force of nature,     lenny  face,     nightmare-filled  nights,   proud  arm  around  their  lover’s  waist,   high-rise  buildings,     planes  soaring  through  a  cloudless  sky,     technician  on  the  piano,     maintains  order,     strong  handshake,     juggling  multiple  events  on  their  busy  schedule  with  ease,     expensive watch.

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“It’s you. You’re it. You’re the one I want.” (maybe some emotional angst?)

❤ ▬▬ emotional starters to kick you in the feelings.

“That doesn’t explain why -” Teresa snaps about to continue their argument when Leukos’ words sink in and she freezes. Blood rushing to her cheeks and her mouth falling open with a small surprised gasp. “I... what?” Her heart is trying to beat its way out of her ribs and all she can think about is the fact that she wants to hear him say those words again.

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meme call. like this for me to go through your meme tag and send you a couple