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transjades · 4 years

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firmly believe the last shreds of light yagami’s humanity died with his father.

#cres.docs #light yagami #soichiro yagami #death note #listen light was already fucked up and amoral #but i do believe that with the death ofhis father he stopped caring about anything resembling #morality.#ok to reblog

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transjades · 4 years

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wolf 359/among us crossover when

#wolf 359 #cres.docs #among us #ok to reblog

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transjades · 4 years

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exactly 765 words of unedited gertrudeagnes

it is two thirty-two in the morning and agnes is in her bathtub.

the only sound from behind the door was the faint slosh of water and the occasional sniff.

gertrude waits, back pressed against against the wall. her tailbone complains, begging her to move, to stretch, to get off the floor. she does not move, only stares at the cracked yellow paint and listens.

agnes had looked so small on her doorstep. she peered up at gertrude through her hair. “can i come in.” inflectionless, like she always was.

gertrude had glanced at the clock. she moved aside, took agnes’s jacket off. “to what do i owe the pleasure?”

agnes hadn’t said anything, just stood in the middle of the living room, looking lost and alien, arms limp at her sides. gertrude pressed her lips together. “i’ll put on a cup of tea, then.”

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agnes had cried in the bathroom. had cried a lot. muffled her sobs into her hand, presumably. gertrude hadn’t done anything. what could she say? she isn’t any good at comforting, never has been. and yet agnes had come to her. what did that say about the two of them, she wonders.

but now, agnes is quiet, and gertrude can only guess at what that means.

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“he found out,” agnes whispered, the first words she’d spoken since she’d stepped inside. she stared down at the tea cradled in her hands.

gertrude’s throat closed up, but she nodded. “ah.”

“he was fine. at first.” agnes tucked her chin into her chest. “but tonight he.” her shoulders coiled inwards. “it wasn’t okay.” her voice was flat. not her natural undisturbed cadence, but one that barely covered up a storm of sorrow.

why me? gertrude wanted to ask. why me? but she knew why, as much as she was loathe to admit it.

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soft squeak of skin on tile. rustle of fabric on skin. gertrude opens her eyes.

the fact is that agnes is frail. the fact is that agnes is too soft, malleable like wax. the fact is that she takes things to heart. the fact is that agnes is as likely to set herself on fire as gertrude is likely to set someone else aflame. the fact is that one cruel word might shatter her, and you might not even know she is broken, if you don’t know where to look for the cracks.

the fact is that gertrude is callous and cold and distant. the fact is that gertrude pushes and prods and does not know how to deal with soft things like agnes. the fact is that gertrude should push her away for her own good. the fact is that gertrude is selfish and will not push her away, because she cares for agnes too. who is she fooling. she loves agnes too. they love each other, and yet neither of them will speak it aloud.

maybe they don’t have to.

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a lapse of silence, neither knowing what to say or willing to speak.

gertrude did not ask: how did you get here? you must have walked. but it was raining, earlier, and you’re not wet.

agnes rose from where she was curled on the couch. “can i use your bathroom?”

“go ahead.”

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the door opens. agnes is wrapped in a towel. gertrude makes a conscious effort to smile.

“were you sitting there the entire time?”

“i.” gertrude clears her throat. “i was.”

agnes laughs, quietly. gertrude smiles, more naturally this time. “come to bed?”

agnes bites her lip. “okay.”

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they lay on opposite sides of the bed. gertrude will not insult her by asking if she’s okay. if agnes wants to tell her more, she will. or at least, gertrude believes so. agnes has always been an somewhat of an enigma, even though she has heard her bathe and cry and burn.

gertrude does not know if agnes is asleep, but her breathing is even and slow. this thing between them is tender, is precious. and it makes gertrude very, very afraid.

tomorrow morning, they will eat breakfast. tomorrow morning, gertrude will ask if agnes wants to talk about it. and agnes might say yes, or she might say no. tomorrow morning will become tomorrow afternoon, and tomorrow afternoon will become evening, evening will become night, and night will becoming morning. the rest of their lives sprawls ahead of them. each day, gertrude will be afraid of this soft and messy thing she holds so dear. but the fear will lessen, slowly, by increments.

but that is the future. tonight, they only lay in the dark and breathe.

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transjades · 4 years

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consider: gerry “shitty dye job” keay has naturally black hair, but bleached it, changed his mind, and dyed it black again

#gerard keay #tma #the magnus archives #magnus archives #gerry keay #cres.docs #ok to reblog

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transjades · 4 years

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you know what? i'm gonna say it.

dio brando is NOT sexy. you're gonna fuck dio and his clown shoes?? his banana jester outfit?? you can't even argue "the inherent eroticism of vampirism” because he sucks blood with his FINGERS.

#jjba #dio brando #nsfw/#ish?#cres.docs

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transjades · 4 years

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says dyke all the time: rose, kanaya, terezi, roxy, mom lalonde, alpha rose, grandma english, damara, porrim, meenah, )(IC

would refuse to say dyke: june, feferi, jane, nanna egbert, calliope, aranea

doesn’t care: jade, aradia, vriska, meulin, latula