otherworldly-realms

[otherworldly-realms]

just bro things

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V: hey bro, let's get matching anchor tattoos

Jackie: why bro

V: so our friendship never floats away bro

Jackie: bro...

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Jackie: I can hold the whole world in my hands!

V: no, you can't...

Jackie: watch me bro

Jackie, cupping V's face in his hands: you're my whole world bro

V, almost to tears: bro...

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V: I can show you the whole word bro

Jackie: oh? show me bro

V, holding up a mirror in front of Jackie: you mean the whole world to me bro

Jackie, crying: oh my god bro...

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V, drunk as fuck: you're my best friend in the whole world Jackie

Jackie, equally as drunk: NO, you're MY best friend in the entire world

V, to the point of passing out: noo, you're mine, MY best friend

Jackie, flustered: bRo wTf broOo

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V: omg bro stop looking at me like that

Jackie, gazing at V with a dumb smile on his face: i can't help it bro, you're breathtaking

V, clutches heart: no you're breathtaking

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V: yo wanna get something to eat bro?

Jackie: it's a date bro

V: no bro it's just... bruhnch

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V: bro, i'm straight-up not having a good time

Jackie, engulfing V in a big hug: oh no bro come here

V: you're crushing me so hard bro

Jackie, squeezing harder: i'm your gravity bro

V, confused: aw bro?

Jackie: it's coz I ground you to reality bro

V, touched: oh, aw bro

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V: bro is that a gun in your pants?

Jackie: it's a broner bro

V: oh

Jackie:

V: do you need a brojob bro?

Jackie, on the verge of tears: you know me so well bro

V: it's the tense bromance in the air bro

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[BONUS]

V: There's only one thing worse than dying.

V: [rips paper away to reveal 'Jackie' written above 'dying']

Jackie, nodding seriously: Me.

V: NO!

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Jackie: If I died how much would you miss me?

V: It's cute you that you think death can get you out of this relationship.

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HPHM Christmas Headcanons Pt. 1/2

Making hot cocoa bombs with Penny in the Potions Classroom on Christmas Eve. 

“Penny, I don’t have to ask but I’m going to anyway. Why are we in Potions instead of the Kitchens?” 

Penny waves you away, eyes twinkling with unrestrained Christmas joy. “It’s about the ambience, the atmosphere! Don’t you feel the Christmas Magic?”

You chuckle lightly, eyeing the murky potion bottles stacked on the shelves around you and the Lionfish Spines and whatnots tucked in the dark corner. “Oh yes. I feel it so much here… It’s absolutely bursting with Christmas energy, isn’t it?” 

The both of you had made enough for all your friends, flavours and hidden toppings ranging from peppermint to candied chilies. You packed a Dungbomb for Tulip and Tonks each alongside the real cocoa bombs. You figured you’d get a good laugh early in the morning. 

“Don’t you think this is a little too much?” You point at your little note that says, “To Rowan. For always knowing what to say, especially when you don’t have to say anything at all. Merry Christmas, from MC and Penny.”  You look over at Penny expertly packaging them into small tins. 

“Oh come on now, we agreed to be sweet and sappy this year-” You cut her off, “I did not agree to that.” She pats your cheek lightly, perhaps as a way to calm you down, “A small handwritten note is both of those things.” Penny winks at you as she says this before tying a neat bow around the tin. It’s perfect. “There, this one is for Merula. What did you write for her?”

You grin slyly before flourishing your note dramatically, “To Merula, the Most Powerful Witch at Hogwarts. May you live on your dream as it will not be your reality anytime soon or ever. Merry Christmas, from MC and Penny.” 

“MC! Get rid of that!” Penny slaps your arm lightly and you roll your eyes. “I jest, Penny. I won’t actually say that. If I did, it would be to her face.”

She frowns, crossing her arms around her chest and you huff, lighting the note on fire. “I jest, again.” 

Staying up late with Rowan reading Muggle Christmas stories by the fire in the common room. 

“A Kidnapped Santa Claus... sounds delightful.”  Rowan’s voice is heavy with sleep, they’re barely, just barely awake, having spent the earlier evening with you alone, engaged in a friendly yet very competitive snowball battle. You were victorious of course, showing Rowan mercy in the name of, as Rowan had put it, being on the nice list.  You couldn’t care less if it was the nice list or not, but the poor thing looked like Mrs. Norris during a bath. 

Rowan rubs their eyes forcefully when they catch themselves dozing off, readjusting their glasses now and again. You don’t say anything as they continue to read to you, hitting all the right notes and accents, Rowan’s delivery is nothing short of amazing. 

“In spite of the second rebuff, the Daemon of Hatred thought he would try to influence Santa Claus. So the next day he entered the busy workshop and said: "Good morning, Santa! I have bad news for you." 

"Then run away, like a good fellow," answered Santa Claus. "Bad news is something that should be kept secret and never told." 

"You cannot escape this, however," declared the Daemon; "for in the world are a good many who do not believe in Santa Claus, and these you are bound to hate bitterly, since they have so wronged you."

“Even Nicholas had it hard…” You whisper and Rowan hums before continuing, the sounds of the crackling fire, the soft purr of your pet cuddled in your lap and the flip of the next page has you sinking deeper into the blankets. It faintly reminds you of a lost memory, one you keep locked away. 

It reminds you of late snowy night-ins with Jacob in the winter, huddled by the fire and wrapped in heavy blankets. Jacob makes sure to never let your mug stay cold or empty, always refilling it to the brim of any hot beverage. Chili cocoa with peppermint was your favourite, and Jacob delivered. You both read a story together to each other every night, it didn’t matter what it was, from how the skies were formed to what spirits listened to your dreams at night or even a simple Muggle story. What mattered to the both of you, was that you made time for each other and Jacob made sure that he was the last person on your mind when you drift off to sleep, because that’s what older brothers do, right? They protect you if they could, if they can... but nightmares back then were nothing compared to the ones you have now. 

“MC?”  You blink twice before humming in response and Rowan nudges you in the shoulder. “What is it? Too sleepy?” Rowan nods guiltily and you smile softly at them, before nodding. “Well yes, that and we ran out of tea a pretty long time ago.”

“Oh.” You stare at the insides of your tea cup and the dried leaves at the bottom, sighing wistfully. “Well, let’s go back to bed then. I’ll race you.” 

Ugly Sweater Competition with Bill and Charlie.

Tucked in a secluded corner of the library by the window, the three of you watch as the snow gently floats and falls, Hogwarts had never looked more magical, you thought. Bill is the first to break the comfortable silence, he takes note of his sweater, well, your sweater now. 

“You never wear that.” He says it nonchalantly but Charlie frowns at his brother and you follow suit. “What are you going on about, of course I do.” Bill shrugs but you can tell it bothers him, so you do whatever a normal person would do: you tease him.

“Oh William, I just can’t possibly keep it in me anymore. This sweater is absolutely horrendous. I can’t be seen wearing this atrocity.” Bill gasps at this and Charlie laughs quietly, eyeing for Madam Pince around the corner and you continue at a whisper. “But alas, it was a gift. I tend to cherish things of a sentimental value, for I have a heart still, no matter how cold.” 

Bill rolls his eyes good-naturedly at you and you shrug, falling dramatically onto his shoulder, clutching at your chest. “Why William, won't you gift me another? Or perhaps, Charles my seemingly partner-in-crime that does not involve dragons, won’t you?” You swing your legs up to rest on Charlie’s lap and he grins. 

“Dragon sweaters? Or normal sweaters, like a boring person?” Charlie pulls out a piece of parchment and immediately begins to start doodling. “Are those ugly sweater ideas? Will you knit one for me?” You ask and Charlie pats your leg in return, “Only if they’re dragons.” 

“Of course, I wouldn’t want anything else on my soon-to-be favourite sweater.” Bill sighs at the sight of both of you and you poke his ribs, “Are you going to get into this dragon action or not? We can even make it into a competition.” Bill pulls at a loose thread on your sweater, “You make everything a competition, MC.” You swat his hand away, confident in making sure the sweater lasts for a lifetime. “That is completely untrue, but ugly sweaters are a different kind of competition. No one really loses and we have fun. More sweaters the better.” Charlie hums in affirmation, voicing out his opinion without saying much. You find him biting his tongue in concentration, and you sneak a glance at his parchment. He’s talented, alright.

You whisper to Bill, motioning him to lean down and he raises his eyebrows slightly but follows through. “I actually knitted him a dragon sweater already. Don’t tell him that though. I just wanted to see if my design could stand a chance against whatever he’s got going on over there.” 

“You know he’ll love anything you give him. Ugly sweater or not.” Bill smiles warmly as Charlie hums out a tune you don’t recognize. You let a few a moments pass by, watching the snow fall again, moving your legs against Charlie just slightly so it doesn’t fall asleep nor does it bother him. Bill’s breathing beside you is even, relaxed, welcoming and the warmth radiating from him rivals that of a hearth. 

“Bill?” He hums, motioning you to continue, “You know I wear this all the time, right? So much so that I’m afraid I’ll wear it out too soon.” Bill turns slightly to face you, a soft smile playing at the corner of his lips. 

You shrug, like it’s no big deal. “It gets chilly in the dorms. They’re my pyjamas but you’ll see more of them now it’s winter again.” 

“And here I thought it was because you hated being seen in them.” He laughs, a little nervously at first but eases when you pat his hand. 

“It definitely won’t win the ugly sweater competition, that's for sure.” 

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Thinking about V channeling that one Gordon Ramsay compilation with the big bois:

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V: What happened?

Jackie, upset: I don't know...

V, cupping Jackie's cheeks: Don't worry, don't worry. Look, I'm here to help you. Please don't get upset.

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V, pointing and flipping off Johnny through a mirror: Listen, listen, listen, listen! Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off, fuck off. GET OUT!

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V whenever Takemura speaks: You... amaze me every time. Every night you turn up here, you amaze me.

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V to Viktor: Do you know who my favourite ripperdoc is?

Viktor: No.

V: You.

Viktor, all smiley and shit: Thank you.

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game night in nadia's salon

Asra, placing a deck of cards on the table: What’s a five letter word for disappointment?

MC: Easy, Lucio.

Asra: You're so smart. What about a two words phrase for lots of disappointment?

MC: Lucio Morgasson.

Nadia, clapping politely: Well played, MC.

Portia: oh oh Bingo!

Julian: How many shots do I take now?

Muriel: go fish

Lucio: I thought we were playing hide and seek.

Asra: Oh, right.

Asra, clearing his throat: Who here has seen Lucio?

Julian: Nope!

Muriel: No.

Nadia: Can't say I have...

Lucio: I'm right her-

MC: Who? Might I suggest a walk in the gardens? It's beginning to get a little stuffy in here.

Portia: A wonderful idea!

Lucio: But-

Asra: After you, Nadi.

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Noah, mumbling: Everyone dies, you either kill yourselves or get killed.

MC, softly: whatchu gonna do

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V, aggressively pointing at Johnny's leather jacket: You know what material this is made from?!

Takemura, without looking up: Polyurethane, polyvinyl chloride or maybe lambskin, cowhide-

V: -Boyfriend material.

Johnny:

V:

Johnny: You're fucking right I am.

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when you and your prefect sneak out in the middle of the night and get up to something naughty

MC: Felix please, just this one time.

Felix: Absolutely not. We've done this far too may times already. Snape isn't an idiot.

MC: C'mon Felix, how can you say no to me? Besides, I know you're having fun.

Felix:

MC: I'll work even harder for House Points, I swear.

Felix:

MC: You do realise I carry our house on my fucking back, right?

Felix:

Felix: Fine. But it's your turn to sabotage the potions and I'll sneak in the Puffskeins.

MC, smirking: You're such a bad prefect, Felix...

Felix: You're a bad influence.

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V: I'm having these problems with a certain guy...

Takemura: Oh.

V: Can you help?

Takemura: Problems like... finding a place to get rid of his dead body problems, or you happened to get feelings and affections for him problems?

V: First one, not yet. Second one, maybe?

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The Gift Of Gratitude SQ Incorrect Quotes Pt. 2

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Snape, appearing out of nowhere behind MC:

MC, turning around: … Daddy?

Snape: DO I LOOK LIK-

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Snape: Be mindful of the time and return to Hogwarts before sunset. Walking back in the dark can be unpleasant.

MC, looking around: I don’t see him.

Snape: What on earth are you doing?

MC: I’m looking for my Head of House, have you seen him?

Snape: What.

MC: Oh, he’s about your height, same sense of style, come to think of it you look kinda like him too. 

Snape:

MC:

Snape: I swear-

MC, quickly: Sorry father, I didn’t mean to upset you. I’ll make sure I’m home before it gets dark. 

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Arthur: MC! What a delightful surprise!

Molly: I can’t believe my eyes. You’re growing up so fast!

MC, flustered: Thank you, it’s very nice to see you again. 

Also MC: Calm down, they like you. They like you, right?

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Molly: So, you’re spending your Christmas holidays helping Charlie keep his promise to Zonko’s?

MC: Yes, I really don’t mind at all. It’s been fun to keep moving around and Charlie is behaving himself, he really wasn’t goofing around earlier.

Molly: You have to be the sweetest friend that one could ask for!

MC: Oh well uh-

Arthur: You should thank your friend, Charlie. 

MC: No that’s quite alright, I-

Charlie: Thank you, MC. Really, I mean it. You’re a good friend.

MC: I just like Char- like helping Charlie! Yeah, it's my favourite part so far… helping Charlie. 

MC’s head: friend friend friends 

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Snape, looking absolutely miserable in the Three Broomsticks:

MC, pointing proudly: You are my dad, you’re my dad, boogie woogie woogie

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MC and Snape sharing a rare wholesome moment together.

Snape: Still running deliveries for Zonko’s?

MC: Yes and I thought you could use some company.

Snape: *silent appreciative noises*

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Snape: Does a Dirigible Plum flavoured Blancmange sound appealing to you?

MC: That sounds delicious. I’d love to try it sometime, should you have any around, if that’s something you would like to do, of course.

Snape: I am not completely opposed to the idea.

MC: Good, neither am I, surprisingly.

Snape, smiling: Surprisingly. 

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MC: I don’t get it, you’ve been abnormally nice to me lately. It’s kinda disgusting. But, nice? 

Snape: I don’t understand.

MC: Like earlier when you said you appreciated me and wished me well.

Snape: 

MC: Professor?

Snape: I never said those words exactly.

MC: But you did though.

Snape: You’re a fucking brat, you know that right?

MC, smiling softly: Oh, there you are. Missed you for a second. 

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Bilton: Oh, make sure to keep an eye out for mistletoe when you give Charlie those Sugar Quills!

MC: What’s that? I can’t hear you! I’m walking out of the door now!

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Takemura: What exactly are you doing?

V, holding up a fork: I'm looking at Johnny through my fork.

Takemura: Yes, and?

V: I'm pretending he's in jail... of some kind. The kind that... he can't escape?

Takemura: I'd say you're doing a good job, but whatever for?

V: It is spiritually healing for me.

Johnny: I don't think this sad excuse for a jail has stopped me before.

V: Hush, it's kinda working.

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V: I met an absolute fucking dumbass today, it was awful.

Johnny: You looked in a mirror, so what? Grow the fuck up.

V:

Johnny:

V, silently chanting pinching the bridge of their nose as they gaze up to the Night City skies in search of patience and sheer will: Give me strength to get through this day, I beg of you.

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MC: I love it on the rare occasion Julian is fast asleep without a care in the world.

MC: He just looks so peaceful, beautiful...

MC, pulling out a marker from the drawer menacingly: And so very vulnerable.

[the next morning]

MC: Good morning, my eternal sunshine.

Julian, fresh out of the shower: What's so good about it?

MC: I thought you might've appreciated my drawing of Malak on your forehead.

Julian: It is permanent.

MC: Just like Malak, and we adore Malak.

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Ben: Stop. I’m claustrophobic.

Barnaby: What’s that mean?

Jae: I think it means he’s afraid of Santa Claus.

Tulip and Tonks, simultaneously: HO HO HO HO 

Charlie: STOP IT GUYS YOU’RE SCARING HIM

Talbott: That’s not-

Andre: No, no. Let them.

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more litg s2 incorrect quotes

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Lottie: But at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter how competitive I am, I do have a heart.

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Marisol: I am not going to entertain drama, chaos, confusion and madness.

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Noah, reading a mean tweet that has so many errors: ILLITERATE!

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Hope, on everyone who grafts on Noah: The level of unprofessionalism, far too much.

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Priya: Bring the beat in!

Felix, scrambling through the doorway holding a plate with a beet on*: Anything for you, Priya!

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Gary: What did you say?

Graham: I said, "Whoever threw that paper, your nan's a hoe!"

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Bobby, filming Henrik and Lucas in the hot tub: Two brooos, chilling in the hot tuuub, five feet apart cause they’re not gay~

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MC: If you're name is Chelsea...

Chelsea: Shh!

MC:... and you're really pretty...

Chelsea, dancing to the beat:

MC: come on and raise your handsss

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Hannah: Love Island has left me with a lot of fond memories. Like that one time, where none of the boys came forward on my first day.

Gary:

Hannah, sighing wistfully into the distance: My fondest memory yet.

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Penny: Alright, so here’s the tea-

Rowan: Penny, I adore you but we’re just reconvening for the night. It’s called a report.

Penny, visibly upset: Oh. So I made tea for nothing, then?

MC: Rowan, stop that. I’ll have a cup, Pen.

Bill: Are there any biscuits?

Tonks: Ooo, please pass the pastries!

Ben: Is there more sugar?

Tulip: I’ll just have sugar, hold the tea.

Barnaby: Remember to blow on it first, I keep forgetting.

Charlie: Rowan, do you want the tea or not?

Rowan:

Rowan: Yeah, alright.

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The Gift Of Gratitude SQ Incorrect Quotes Pt. 1

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Snape: Are you staying at Hogwarts or going home?

MC: I’m staying.

Snape: Try not to be a fucking brat.

MC: Yes, father.

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Charlie: If only I knew about your plans, MC. You know I would invite you over The Burrow with me. Mum would have loved to have you over.

MC, internally screaming: With him? With him!

Also MC: Oh yeah no, it’s cool. It’s cool.

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Charlie, falling off from the ladder: Woah!

MC: Charlie!

Snape: To the fucking Hospital Wing now, both of you.

Hagrid: omg he on x-games mode

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Charlie, apparently on his deathbed: C’mon professor… I can’t just stay here like this!

Snape: I will not be persuaded by your emotional outbursts, Weasley.

MC, seriously: He’s right, better safe than sorry.

Later, Charlie imitating Snape behind his back: I will not be persuaded by your emotional outbursts, Weasley.

MC, mumbling to themselves: god, you’re just so disgustingly cute.

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MC: Hey, I don’t really have anything better to do right now, so why don’t I do this for you?

Charlie, taken aback: Really? I don't want to be a bother-

MC: Charlie, let me do this for you. It’ll be my Christmas gift to you.

Charlie: You’re the best!

MC, silently: I would die for you, right here, right now.

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MC, explaining to Bilton: Oh, it’s just my Christmas gift to him. No big deal.

Bilton: Your heart is in the right place! I like that.

MC: My what now?

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Snape: Duel fairly.

Gilderoy: Bit of a cheater, are you?

MC: Never needed to cheat, don’t have to.

Gilderoy: What a remarkably confident student we have here, Snape.

Snape: I never said it was my child, you rat.

Snape, whispering to MC: Destroy him and do it painfully.

MC, whispering back: Consider it done.