#death reapers

[inkdropsandwhispers]

Haunted Dimensions… Day 6

Reading Time: 1 minute This one, was not from the earthly plain. This grim traveller, a death reaper that slipped dimensions from Xialria, had escaped his osmium restraints. Now it had set loose a firestorm. Intent to wipe existence of all that moved and breathed.Bluish hues, indication of the Xialrian’s presence— covered the muddied rows of shallow ditches and lime-washed tombstones, laid on…

[oftenoffler]

The child stared distantly at the landscape for a while and then said, “I’ve got new socks.”

YES?

“You can look, if you like.” A grubby foot was extended for inspection.

WELL, WELL. FANCY THAT. NEW SOCKS.

“My mum knitted them out of sheep.”

MY WORD.

- Reaper Man, Sir Terry Pratchett

[mildarka]

just posting my rarepair dont mind me~

[ex0skeletal-undead]

Nightwalkers by Ben J on ArtStation

[sanfangzhu]

MC shrank?! + Casper shrank?! + Promise

✣ MC shrank?! ✣

📣Note📣 This comic includes additional settings and my own ideas

✣ Casper shrank?! ✣

✣ Promise ✣

The inspiration and dialogue for the comic come from the official source

[yayan-dmenace]

>:D

Naughty naughty >:3

[crsssie]

soul baby - grim reaper x reader (Spoiler Warning For Grim's Name)

Grim reapers don't have time to reproduce and fall in love. There's no time in the underworld for that. They claim a soul every couple of minutes, and they get some time to recover during the time that their souls are unbalanced.

Though, as much as he finds you to be infuriatingly flirtatious and messing with his head, you weren't wrong when you told him that you'd make a soul baby with him.

Maybe that's how you first got into his head.

And when sound of your skin and his echoes through your apartment, your nails clawing down his back desperately, Casper wonders for a moment, just a moment, if you were really just some mortal, or if death itself came up and decided that he was too lonely. He doesn't mind the way your nails draw blood on his back, and he leans in further, pressing your legs against your chest as he thrusts into you again.

"Ca—" You gasp. "Casper."

"Yes, sunshine?"

You moan as you feel him force himself further inside of you.

"'s too much."

"What happened to the flirty little thing in the chatroom?" He tilts his head teasingly, lips pulled into a smile. "You're so bold when there's a screen."

"Ah," Your back arches as your chest presses to his, lips quivering as you whimper.

"Speechless?" He speeds up, using his body weight to press you down. "Thought you wanted a soul baby. You want me to put one in you? Hm?"

You nod your head feverishly, eyes blowing wide as you cling onto his shoulders.

"Alright. Don't waste anything, sunshine."

You moan as he cums in you, legs shaking as you feel his warmth flood inside of you, and you gasp, eyes teary. You cling onto him while shaking, only relaxing when you feel him collapse on top of you, cock plugging you full and keeping his cum inside of you. You catch your breath as he nuzzles his nose into your jaw, pressing a gentle kiss there.

"Was I good?"

"You were great, casp."

[dr-graf]

[charlesoberonn]

The Grim Reaper doesn't come for the dead. That's a myth. He doesn't wear a robe either. Nor does he carry a scythe.

The Grim Reaper comes for the living. He wears the uniform of a private, ill fitting on a young man who's barely past boyhood.

The Grim Reaper comes for mothers. And when he comes every mother on the street steps outside to watch him go, dreading that it's her door where he's gonna stop.

The Grim Reaper is trembling and shy. It never gets easier. All those eyes on him.

The Grim Reaper doesn't carry a scythe. He carries a mailbag. And in it are a hundred letters. Each stamped with the Royal Army Seal.

The mother cries. She refuses the letter. But the Grim Reaper will not be denied. He is not the instrument of death. Only its herald.

The Grim Reaper has no time to stay. There're so many letters yet to deliver today.

The year is 1915, and the Grim Reaper knows that tomorrow will be a busy day as well.

[mosneakers]

Griminal Spaces

[tealfling]

Me seeing a white haired male character anywhere:

[sictransitgloriamvndi]

Der Sensenmann (1910) - Carl Rauscher

[ex0skeletal-undead]

Death by Rizki Arga

[sanfangzhu]

❇Belonging❇

[mildarka]

Big fan of immortals finding joy in very mortal things... like mcdonalds