felt the urge to write something but idk
kinda yan goddess of death x gn reader (mentions of suicide, depression, just general sad stuff, but happy ending ig)
you met her on the darkest of days. floating in and out of consciousness, the walls of your bathroom turning black and grey as spots danced across your vision. the floor was wet — with what? you couldn’t tell. it was sticky and metallic and it made your head woozy.
slowly the black spots started to form a larger shape. with each slow blink it grew bigger and bigger, the gleam of something silver and the soft, cold breeze that you knew couldn’t come from the closed window.
“why?” a voice, muffled. you open your mouth but no words come out, no excuses fall from your pink lips. “you are… too young.”
a gurgle comes from your parted lips, and you hear a soft sigh, and suddenly you feel like a weight had been lifted. you felt like a cloud, floating up from your slumped position against the tub. opening your eyes, you could see clearly, see clearly the figure that had pulled you out of your body with a scythe.
she was hidden in a black cloak, her ruby red eyes piercing through the darkness of her hood. the hand that held her weapon was almost transparent, ivory-coloured bones faintly outlined. tilting her head, you see her face — stoic, yet confused.
looking down at your mess of a body, you swallow, before glancing back at her. she repeats, “why?”
knowing this was the fabled grim reaper, and that you were dead with nothing to loose, you instantly come clean about everything that had been hurting. how each tiny stress piled up until you couldn’t take it anymore. how life wasn’t worth living anymore. all the while she’s silent, staring.
finally, once you were done, she murmurs, “too many young people die. i have to rip their souls from their bodies, just like i had to for you…” her gaze travels down to your corpse. “but when it is someone’s time… there’s nothing i can do about it. even if it’s a child… i have to. i have to take them to the afterlife.” you cannot open your mouth. her crackly voice has you in a chokehold, a trance.
she sighs quietly. “you were not supposed to die today. it was written in the stars that today was not your day, but my brother has been lacking on his duties. as the god of luck, he should have given you something to live for. however it seems… you have nothing.”
her eyes glint, reflecting her sharp blade. “i would escort you to the afterlife, but i cannot watch someone so innocent die. you indeed have nothing to live for, but neither do i, except the title of goddess of death i inherited so long ago.” she slowly hooks your whispy soul with her scythe. “you must keep going. i shall give you something to live for… i promise you.” with that, she pushes you back into your body.
every night she visited you. at first she was silent, standing in the shadows. no matter how you tried to communicate, she wouldn’t talk or move. but when you came home from your stay at the hospital, she began to speak. only a few words, every now and then, but she never stayed long. too many souls to guide to the afterlife, you assumed.
months pass, and you start to look forwards to her visits. some nights she doesn’t come, but some nights she stays for hours. she explains that she had minions to carry out the soul collecting, and that her main job was to take the masses of souls to the afterlife, but that could wait.
luck came your way. she never said a thing about her brother but you were sure he was the cause of it. you’d caught a glimpse of a blonde, curly haired man with golden skin a few times, and within hours something brilliant had occurred: a promotion, the gas prices being lowered, or even that a pizza was delivered to your address by accident. grim pretended she didn’t notice, but you saw her soft smiles each time you told her about it.
you got close to her. she allowed you to see her cloakless, her semi-see-through skin so fascinating. her dark hair lifeless yet so, so soft. and of course her beautiful red eyes, which held so much emotion that her body never showed.
a few years passed and despite going through rough patches, you never returned to that state of mind you were in when you met grim. she made sure of this, arriving just on time when the world seemed to be crashing down. she always put you first, even if she knew her father, the god of the sun, would punish her for abandoning her duties. she didn’t care — you were her reason to live, and so she promised to be yours.
the closer you got over the years, the more you discovered about her, emotionally. she was a young goddess, only a few hundred years old. she was the black sheep of the family; the only deity that was seen as truly evil. yet her brother and father never disowned her like the rest of the gods urged, even her own mother, the goddess of health.
grim explained that she had to do what she did, or the balance of the universe would come crashing down. she didn’t decide who died — the universe did, and yet she was blamed for following instructions.
she tells you the times that were hardest, having to walk the silent streets where something horrible took place, having to carry a tiny baby to the afterlife, waking up one morning to find thousands of people dead due to something horrendous. there are times she does not speak about, times that she cannot speak about. wars, genocides, heartless murders. they make her sick to the stomach, yet at least she could promise these people a better time in the afterlife. she just wishes she had someone to hold after seeing such horrid things.
that person became you. every time something bad happens, she came to you, holding you close as she silently weeps for the lost ones. it does take long for her to become attached, too attached to let you go.
and so, the moment she hoped would never come, she tugs your soul from your body once more, before ascending to the place she calls home, forever. to be always known as the goddess of death and her promise.
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I honestly love the clothing styles of each of the turtles in this show and I love how these styles really incorporate their personalities as well.
Like, obviously Donnie has the best sense of style, yeah? Think that’s something pretty agreed upon here. Everything we see him put together is very meticulously crafted and clean. That goes with his personality because Donnie is a very meticulous person in general, and he knows what he likes very, very well, and knows how to flaunt it in turn. Him commenting on colors he enjoys or disapproving of outfits that the others see no problem with also shows how he just generally has an eye for this kind of thing. He doesn’t just know what looks good on himself, but also what looks good on others - and I think this ties into his love of gift giving too. Donnie also has a flair for making sure that his things have his “mark” on them, and his clothing is no exception. All that he wears and how he wears them screams “Donnie.”
Mikey is really fun because his styles are honestly a pendulum between super simplistic and incredibly out there. And often, you’re going to see a lot of color or patterns to both. And in my opinion I think that all reflects really well on Mikey’s character - he’s got a colorful personality but even more than that he’s incredible sure of who he himself is. Mikey’s style, I feel, is less what looks good as clothes and more what sparks joy in Mikey himself. His bright stickers he wears are a testament of that! He’s comfortable in his own skin and his style reflects this perfectly, whether he goes for a more out-there look or a more toned down one.
Now, for Leo. Okay, I think I’m actually in the minority here I feel because Leo’s style isn’t really that bad? Hear me out- if you actually look at what he wears, try taking out, like, one accessory. Suddenly, that outfit works! He even manages to put together many good outfits in the series, but his “bad” ones are the ones that tend to stand out, alas (just like how his mistakes tend to be big ones oop-) Basically, my personal look at him is not that he’s inept at styling at all, but that he has a “too much” gene. And like everyone else, this sense of style is completely like him, too. Going too far to impress when all he needed to do was slow it down some to think things through. (And funnily enough, a lot of his outfits take random aspects from his brothers too - “nothing without them” huh?)
For Raph, I feel bad for him since pretty much all of his clothes are inevitably going to be ripped, but he makes them work pretty much each time. Like Leo, Raph tends to go more sporty with his looks, but I also noticed that his stuff often goes in that in between of comfy, cool, and cute. His pajama suit in particular comes to mind in terms of “cute” as it’s more something you’d see younger children in rather than older kids, and I think it can be a subtle nod to the fact that for all Raph tries to seem older, he’s still just a kid too.
I could probably go on, but these are just all off the top of my head - I love how the boys’ personality’s come out in so many different ways.
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‘Tis the night before Decked Out, and all through the server
All the hermits are stirring, there is quite a fervor!
Tango of the Tek variety is asleep in his bed
Dreaming of hoppers and redstone and playtesting with Zed
GoodTimesWithScar is lined up outside
With Cubfan, they await morningtide
When the gates will arise, and with a ominous beat
The heart of Decked Out comes to life, it’s time to bring the heat!
They’ll go dashing and sneaking, and screaming with fear
Tango will stand watch, grinning ear to ear
Ravagers and wardens and witches and vexes
The dungeon awaits with curses and hexes
And boons, sometimes, treasures and coin
And maybe an artifact the hermits dare to purloin
All to buy books that may win them fortune and fame
And it’s all in good fun, the Hermits love a good game
Decked Out might be crazy, but at the end of the day
They work hard and play harder, the hermitcraft way
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