Glynda: The students were supposed to do some interviews for some advertisement for Beacon... but they didn't turn out so well...
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Weiss: Life as a Huntress can be tough sometimes, but you know what I do, I take a long look at it all, a long hard look and I say- HEY! That's a boner reference! You gave me a script with boners in it!
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Ren: Jaune... you wanna smoke some of this pot with me?
Jaune: what the fuck-? No!
Ren: Alright, well I'm gonna go back to the dorm and smoke all this pot
Jaune: Alright just get out of here
Ren: Alright, later
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Weiss: As you can see from my class project we're all fucking idiots! If you ask me what this school needs is discipline! There need to be rigid rules! There needs to be hard structure! You need to pound the information- THESE ARE DICK JOKES AREN'T THEY!? *stabs the camera*
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i’ve written a prompt for you and it feels like something you may enjoy writing so i’m sharing it with you:
“Goodbye, James.”
Thats was the last time he’d heard Regulus’ voice
The first time he saw the Dark Mark across his lover’s arm
And the moment he decided to go against everything he’d ever learned.
Ever treasured.
Ever believed in.
Just to see his lover again.
omg hiii! thank you so much for this, it was so much fun to write <33
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“Goodbye, James.”
That was the last time he’d heard Regulus’ voice.
The first time he saw the Dark Mark across his lover’s arm.
And the moment he decided to go against everything he’d ever learned.
Ever treasured.
Ever believed in.
Just to see his lover again.
As much as it shamed him to admit it, James was almost glad his parents weren’t around to see it; to see the deep black ink marring his forearm. He wasn’t sure he could’ve stomached seeing them realise that their son — the boy they’d cradled in their arms, the boy they’d raised to be kind and thoughtful and loving — had branded himself the same as murderous blood purists.
But that was just it, wasn’t it? James had been raised to love and to protect the people closest to him. And nobody had been as close to him as Regulus Black.
He could still feel the ghost of his touch, when he thought hard enough. It was all that kept him going when he’d thrown his first Avada Kedavra; it was all for Regulus. To protect him. To show him that no matter what he did, he was never ‘too cruel’ or ‘too monsterous’ for James. Because anything Regulus had done, James had too, now.
James was yet to see Regulus at any meetings, though. Or missions. Crouch Jr. said it was because James wasn’t very high in the ranks, yet.
So he rose.
He rose and he rose until even Bellatrix Lestrange was beneath him. She feared him, even. The Dark Lord was letting James lead missions; letting him plan them and decide who to bring and who to kill and who to curse until they forgot their own name. It pained him, at first. These were his friends, and he had to treat them like enemies. Marlene, Dorcas. Alice and Frank. Lily, Peter, Remus. Sirius.
For Regulus, James reminded himself, flinging a slicing hex at one of the Prewett brothers.
For Regulus, James thought, using his animagus form to spy on Order meetings.
For Regulus, James thought, facing down children on the battlefield.
He was slowly becoming more and more numb to it. Eventually, he wasn’t sure he felt anything at all.
But then.
It was a meeting like any other. The Dark Lord’s inner circle sat at the table, while lower ranking Death Eaters stood around the room. One seat eternally empty — Regulus’ — between The Dark Lord and Lucius Malfoy, and directly opposite James. James had resigned himself to another hour of missing his love when, moments before the meeting was to begin, the doors swung open.
There, moving across the large manor dining room with the grace and presence of royalty, was Regulus Black. Perfect black curls smoothed back from his face, showing his sharp cheekbones and icy cold eyes and pursed lips.
James couldn’t wait to feel them again.
Regulus didn’t seem to notice him, at first, but James could see it the moment he did. Those gorgeous eyes widened just a touch, his lips fell apart. It took all of James’ self control not to throw himself across the table and invade them with his tongue.
At a guess, James reckoned Regulus took in as little of the meeting as he did himself. Their eyes had locked across the table and it seemed like nothing at all could break their stares, not until The Dark Lord announced the meeting’s conclusion and Regulus all but ran from the room like it was on fire.
By the time James caught up to him, Regulus had hidden himself away in a small drawing room and was pacing, hands tugging at his hair. He turned abruptly when James shut the door behind himself.
”James,” he breathed, running into James’ arms. Everything James had done — the curses he’d thrown, the lives he’d ended — it all fell away into nothing. All that was left was the love cradled in his arms.
”Hello, love.”
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If Lord Death really did make Kid exactly like a child then I think these are things Lord Death would have had to say and/or do while Kid grew up
“Isn’t this fun, Kiddo? Don’t you want to go play on the slides too— STOP TRYING TO EAT THE ROCKS??????”
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“Where do babies come from? Er, well, you see… Oh look at that, it’s Mr. Spirit with Maka! Why don’t you two go play! …….hey, Spirit, where the hell do human babies come from?”
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“Kid, would you mind telling Mr. Sid what you just told me?”
*absolute toddler gibberish*
“What?”
“Yeah I know! Who knew toddlers were so bad at speaking!”
*more toddler nonsense*
“Haha, right you are, son! You tell ‘em!”
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“Now Kid, what do we say to Mr. Sid?”
“You’re gonna die one day.”
“Uh. No. It’s. It’s thank you. We say thank you after we are given a cookie, Kid.”
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“Father, I’m getting married. Come by the playground at four.”
“Oh my! What an occasion! Who’s the lucky fellow!”
“It’s Mr. Beary. If anyone asks, it’s not for the tax write off. It’s genuine love and stuff.”
“Ah— wait. Where did you learn about tax write offs? And that’s not how those work. Kid, you’re nine, who taught you what a tax write off was???”
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“Father! Father! I lost my toof!”
“Uh. Kid, sweetie, that’s not possible. Shinigami don’t lose teeth like humans do. We don’t even have baby teeth. What do you mean by you lost a tooth?”
*opens his hands to reveal several teeth, he’s smiling showing off the large gap in the front, missing about 3 teeth*
“Those….. Those won’t grow back…. Those won’t grow back….”
“A kid with weird blue hair hit me a baseball bat! He said he was sorry and that I was lucky because the toof fairy was gonna give me money for them. So how much can I get for 3 teef anyway?”
*Death silently sits down, head in hands as he attempts to process what the fuck his son just said*
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