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*fake moustache falls off to reveal a real moustache* god damn my identity is revealed

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Gemma: Give me the gate key.

Goode: What gate key?

Gemma: Morty, tear his arms off

Goode: Oh, you mean this gate key?

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Hadrian: You seem a decent fellow. I hate to kill you.

Phillipa: You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die.

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A vine comp for the HPRP discord server Pleasant Prefects poorly edited, i make no apologies for low quality

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Catacumbo November 11th, 1962

The giant river otter is around 5 feet long from nose to tail. They are clever, hard-working, and sensible. They are happiest around their closest friends and family and are someone many people would want as a friend. Determined and capable, this fearsome predator is a loyal companion for life.

It was the opportunity of a lifetime.

Or at least, that is what she had been told by her supervisor, who had secured a portkey for their team to all make their way to Venezuela from their work site in Chile. She wasn’t sure who had sold him the idea of taking them all to visit the little town near the mouth of the Catatumbo River, but they all went together.

Their team was used to the humid heat that seemed to follow them relentlessly from dig site to dig site and on each of their expeditions, but this was different. The humidity here was heavy. It was an ever-present force that they were contending with, and nothing they did seemed to help. They wore light clothing, as per usual, and toted sturdy looking handheld fans about, and secretly cast so many cooling charms and wind spells that they were all even more exhausted than they would have been without them. No one wanted to go without, though.

They had been here for nearly two months, and several people on her team had already left to go home, no longer interested in what they were being offered. She was. Or at least, she was stubborn enough not to let a little heat scare her off. It would be worth it, she hoped, as she watched crowds of tourists and explorers stop by for a couple of days, then leave. The never-ending storm was enough to draw the interest of travelers, but only a few would remain to complete the ritual.

After the first month, more than half of her team had left, frightened of the process of becoming one with the world. It was alarming, thinking about losing yourself to the eternal bliss of the void, should the spell fail, but Jacira knew that it was a matter of self-actualization, focus, and magical prowess. The citizens of this town had perfected the potion and spellwork. All that was left was her portion of the spell. There would be time for meditation, reflection, and understanding.

The second half of her team left three weeks into what they had begrudgingly called “the leaf thing,” and Jacira thought them cowards. They had come so far to just turn back at the end. Jacira would not. To have the opportunity to learn so much about who she was….. Even if it was dangerous… it was worth it, to her.

The final night, she was alone. Before her on a dock was a single vial of a blood red potion. It had taken just over a month to finish the brewing process but here, surrounded by experts of the art, she had the help she needed to get it right. On el Lago de Maracaibo, the lightning was near constant. Jacira had been told there was almost no need to wait for the potion to sit about undisturbed, but still, she waited. She knew when the time would be right and this was the moment. Today, during the largest lightning storm of the season so far, by herself in a foreign land, and on the stroke of midnight on her 25th birthday, Jacira uncorked the vial, as downed to contents in a single go as another lightning strike illuminated the water surround the dock she was on.

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At first, there was pain. A fiery, all-encompassing pain took over her entire body, and for a moment, Jacira thought she had done the ritual spell incorrectly, and that all of her companions and teammates had been right to leave while they had the chance. She thought that perhaps, it was foolish to not undergo the transformation for the first time with someone nearby. Panic began to set in, and Jacira felt her heart race to the point where she thought it might burst at any given moment, and it got stronger, more painful, and fuller until finally, it stopped, and there were two.

There were two heartbeats in Jacira’s chest for an uncomfortably long time, before they settled back into a syncopated rhythm. It didn’t feel correct, like the beat of her heart wasn’t her’s anymore, but it didn’t feel as if it wasn’t, either. Finally, like the beating in her chest had subsided, the burning pain too passed, and Jacira was able to roll from her hands and knees onto her side, unaware that she had ever fallen to the ground in the first place.

As she opened her eyes nearly an hour later, however, she found that she could not stand back up and that her body was not hers--or perhaps, it was one that she was not used to at all. She tried to stand again but flopped pitifully onto the dock once more. Jacira rested a moment longer before pulling herself up as best she could, and threw herself towards the water’s edge. There, with a shattering light cast upon the lake’s surface from the passing storm, she could just make out the shape of a pointed snout looking back at her.

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When your RP partner is way better than you and you have to write your reply

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Wesley Waite: What are your, uh, long-term goals?

Morty Cross: Uh, I would like to not be a great disappointment

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Let’s See How Far We’ve Come @pleasantprefects

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[REDACTED] “There are so many reasons to be happy”

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Character Aesthetics: Annie Montfort ( @goldenvindication)

Tell me which one is worse: Living or dying first?

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Character Aesthetics: Olivia Liv Drake

Babe, there’s something tragic about you Something so magic about you Don’t you agree?

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brannie’s first kiss

this was an effort from both kana and i, but i’m proud of it no less. // @pleasantprefects

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A Very Sheri(dan) Christmas 8 PM, December 25th, 2009

Perching uncomfortably in a stiff sitting room chair, near a quiet, flickering spark of a fire left in the ashes of the day’s burnings, Avery gazed out into the living space around them, taking in the wreckage that had sprouted from Christmas Day. Scattered on the floor were the torn remnants of the wrapping paper from many presents, as well as the many colored bows and ribbons that had topped them. Unwrapping gifts had taken place that morning, and it was long past sundown now, but no one could seem to bear cleaning up the holiday cheer. The only being set on doing anything this time of night after the celebrations were Jessica, who was off doing housework, and the dog. Avery had never been a big fan of dogs. Crups were one thing, as they were at least generally intelligent creatures, but even they were on thin ice! They thought fondly of the brief interaction they had had with the Headmaster’s crup as they informed him they’d be taking the holiday to visit family. Proper dogs though, they were a whole different can of worms. This dog, in particular. Avery looked cautiously at the dog in question--Jessica’s dog--and he looked back at them with a completely vacant expression. He was utterly idiotic, Avery thought, as they watched him try, again, to eat the lower branches of the Christmas tree. Jessica was proud of that dog. “He’s purebred, you know! Absolutely perfect in every way!” Jessica had spouted earlier today. The Hogwarts professor had sat through Jessica’s ramblings, thoroughly finding humor in the half-blooded witch being so incredibly proud of her designer idiot. As if he knew he was being thought poorly of, the Pomeranian trotted over to Avery’s exposed ankles and gave them a wet, sloppy lick. They lifted their feet up so they were out of dog-range, and tucked their toes underneath their legs, sitting barely on the seat, just barely out of reach of Chuffy’s mouth. Why were dog mouths always so wet? Avery frowned at Chuffy and shooed him away. As much as they tried to put up with being in this damn house, for Margie’s sake, they were not going to allow themselves to be subjected to and slobber that was not from their own pet, who was unfortunately stuck at the school while Avery was away.

It was just for a couple of days, but Jessica had told them straight off the bat that she didn’t want to introduce Chuffy to any cats, and Avery couldn’t promise that Ganymede would do well with such a small dog. He had hunted bigger things in Brazil than that Pomeranian, so maybe it was for the best, in the end. Sairish had promised to take good care of Ganymede, and Avery had told Ganymede to behave before they left. He might be upset for a little bit, but he’d be okay by the time they came back, and he'd be doubly affectionate upon their return, they were sure. It was just a matter of him behaving while they were away. Surely someone would write if he was causing problems at Hogwarts. A loud clatter from behind Avery, coming from the direction of the dining room caught their attention. They stood quickly, turning to see the source of the noise, only to see Jessica already stooping down to pick up a dropped platter and waving off Avery’s unspoken concern. “You are a guest,” she spoke clearly. “I will not have you lifting a finger to help clean in my house.” Ah, of course. Avery shrugged and returned to the stiff chair. This wasn’t their house anymore-- It was just hers. It would never be Avery and Jessica’s home again. Just…. Jessica’s house.  Avery was nothing more than a minimally wanted guest, staying the holiday to see their daughter. Jessica inviting Avery to stay the holiday had been nothing more than a peasantry, a “look, we’re doing just fine without you here,” now that they were back in the country again. Hell, it hardly seemed like Margie even wanted them here. The nine-year-old had only just barely managed to sit through the uncomfortable dinner with the three of them. She was much more excited to have time off of school this week and excited to wait up for Santa than she was the see Avery again. Perhaps seeing them outside of their regular summers was odd for her. Avery wasn’t supposed to get Margie again until late May. A long, wordlessly tense silence followed Jessica’s quick denial of any help that Avery had to offer. Now instead, they sat, once again returning to the terrible chair. They tried to relax into it, hoping that maybe sitting back into the cushions would soften them a bit. It did not.  Avery returned to watching the dying fire, only passingly noting as Jessica moved on from cleaning up the dining room and moved into another part of the house. Only the occasional sound of a passing car or muggle carolers singing broke through to Avery as they thought.

Suddenly, and with seemingly no warning, the sharp clunk of a heavy glass being set on a nearby side table startled them out of their thoughts. Quickly looking up to the source of the intrusion with a scowl etched into their features, Aver came face to face with the woman they had been thinking about, and the scowl vanished. Jessica held out a second glass towards them. “Ah, thank you.” Avery took a cautious sip of the offered beverage, briefly relishing in the familiar flavor before returning their gaze to the fireplace. “You know, if you stare at that fire long enough as intensely as you are, someone might start to think you were trying to get it to relight it without using your wand. What’s occupying your mind, Avery?” It would be asking for too much for Avery to choose to be completely honest with Jessica. Instead, the chose to keep silent for a long minute, mulling over just what exactly they should say back. “Oh, nothing much,” they replied eventually. “My mind was just wandering. You understand how I can be sometimes. I was thinking about how the other professors are holing up. You remember how restless the students can get when they stay at school over winter break. I just hope they’re managing with all the troublemakers we have this year.” Jessica smiled half-heartedly, most likely thinking about the adventures the two of them had shared over their own breaks, creating and causing havoc in the castle. “I didn’t ever think I’d see the day when Avery Sheridan turned over the ‘concerned professor's’ leaf in the place of the ‘quiet, rebel troublemaker’ leaf. It suits you.” She sighed deeply before continuing. “Taking that teaching position has really done some good to you. I’m glad it brought you to your senses about moving back into the country, even if it was a bit late. But,” she shrugged, “better ten years late than never, I suppose.” Jessica’s words seemed kind and joking on the surface, but Avery could all but taste the disgusting venom they were truly laced with. “Yep… better late than never, that’s what people always say, isn't it?” Avery forced a smile onto their face and gritted their teeth. Surely, Jessica wasn’t planning on having this conversation again, especially not with Margie sleeping upstairs. “But hey, I’m here now, and that’s what matters at the end of the day. Margie won’t have to go across the ocean to go between our homes anymore. I want to be better at this parenting thing. I want to make it all easier for her, you know? Especially before she comes to school. As much as I like being a professor, I want to be Margie’s parent before I’m her professor. I’m grateful that you’re allowing me to take a more active role in her life by inviting me for the holidays and that sort of thing before she comes to Hogwarts, Jessica. Thank you.” The tension that followed Avery’s thanks was thick enough to cut with a holiday carving knife. Avery glanced up at Jessica. “What’s the matter? Dog got your tongue?” “Marjorie will not be attending Hogwarts.” Jessie’s words severed the space between them both. “Pardon?” “I’m sorry, did you not hear me? Margie will not be attending Hogwarts.” “And why, pray tell, is our daughter not going to be attending the prestigious wizarding school we both went to?” “Because, Alberich, our daughter is a fucking squib, which you would very well know if you had spent any more time with your daughter than the couple weeks during the summers you were graciously given! She’s nine! There’s been no leviations, no color changes, nothing! Not a single thing other magical parents look forward to experiencing with their child! And I had to deal with that alone.” Avery stood quickly to their full height at Jessica’s raised voice, towering over their ex-wife, watching as she stood to match their gaze, unfaltering. Both of their faces were covered in deep-set frown lines, each of their furious intents matching the other’s. “How dare you” Avery’s voice came out in a curt whisper before raising to a volume just under a shout. “How dare you call me that fucking name. You have no right! How dare you blame me for thinking that my daughter was going to be an amazing witch one day, and for being excited about it! How DARE you act like it was my choice to split Margie’s time between us and to not have very much time with her. How DARE you blame my focus on my career for me not being around! You don’t think I know that I’ve been a shitty parent? You don’t think I want to try harder? That’s why I’m here, Jessica! I’m fucking trying, which is more than some other shitty fucking parents can say about their goddamn liv--”

“Baba? Mum? What’s going on?” Avery turned quickly towards the stairs where a soft-spoken girl, rubbing her bleary, sleepy eyes stood, and they felt their heartbreak. Of all the things they had wanted, Margie listening to them fight was never one of them. Jessica recovered first. “Go back to bed, lovely. Your father and I were just talking about what school he wanted you to go to when you’re older. I told him that you would be attending the local high school with your friends, as we talked about. It’s nothing to worry about tonight.” Avery bit their tongue and the obvious sleight by Jessica, for Margie’s sake, watching as Margie nodded slowly and turned around to go back to her room. Avery looked backed towards Jessica, an apology already forming on the tip of their tongue. “Jessie, I’m so sor--” “Stop.” Jessica held up her hand and looked away. “I don’t want to hear anything come out of that damn mouth of yours, least of all those words.” Jessica picked up the two glasses that had been left on the side table by the both of them. Not saying a word as she turned away and walked towards the dining room, Chuffy following happily behind her. Without so much as a glance back, she spoke again. “I think you should go.” Avery watched in silence as their life fell to pieces before them once again. Their daughter was likely confused and hurt because her parents were fighting, and Jessica wouldn’t want to try being friends again, not after this. Not even for Margie’s sake. The best they could ever be was cordial. They ran their fingers through their hair, messing it up in the process, before swearing and shuffling to pick up their things from the guest room before heading back to the castle. Hopefully, no one would ask why they came back so much earlier than they had planned.

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Correspondence from Brighid Calhoun to Annie Montfort: Winter Holiday, 2009

Annie,        I confess, your correspondence comes to me via owl just as I was sitting down to pen my own letter to you. My mother has been out of the house for hours already, as her work has little regard for the holidays or the fact that many students are on their winter breaks now. It is no matter though, I am used to spending my time in the quiet serenity of our home, though it is vastly different from the atmosphere at Hogwarts.

       Do not fear that the attack has anything to do with our friends, though the time is suspect, they pride themselves on honesty and truth. It is one of their-- and our-- core values. If they said they were not involved, it is likely they were not. I am deeply apologetic to hear of the circumstances of your father's trip to the pub though, and I know it is easy to feel angry. Undoubtedly, your mother feels the same anger towards herself or had shortly after the news was brought to her. 

       Guilt is a fierce mistress, and her hold is tight. Few ever truly escape it. You may not wish to hear it, and you may take offense if I overstep the boundaries of our current relationship, but I understand the pain you are going through, in one way or another. I never had a loving relationship with my father, so that I cannot quite fathom, but I do know that when my mother sought a divorce, things changed at home. My father's poor temper got worse, and I would often find myself up to the earliest hours hearing them argue. 

       A changing relationship can drive people to do things that they would never typically do. It is not your mother's fault, as it was not my mother's fault when my father left. 

       If you are still willing, feel free to write back. I will be visiting my grandparents on Christmas day, and am planning a short trip to a nearby city, but I will be, tragically, home alone for most of the holiday. I look forward to hearing from you. Yours. Brighid

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