#john reaper grimm

[cassiopeia-grimm]

perfect ✨️

doom

[cassiopeia-grimm]

I'm melting, so adorable with his face and smile. 🥰😭

[papasmistakeria]

No because why did no one tell me Karl Urban was in the Doom movie? And that there's a sub-tag in AO3 for a crossover with AOS called DoomTrek?

POV: Jim and Spock tell you they're going on another life-threatening mission together (they both just got out of one barely alive and are still recovering in Sickbay)

[braxton-wolff]

If I told you what I was, would you turn your back on me?

[undertheravenswings]

So a few months back a good buddy of my showed my the Doom movie from like 2005 and i completely fell in love it despite it kinda being a bad film. Idk why but all of the characters wormed themselves into my heart sooo…I have decided to write a really shitty prequel fanfiction 😝. I have been worked on it off and on but I am currently working on the outline during the process I had an extremely funny realization when I was figuring out the Casts ages. Goat and Portman would have been GenZ kids. And I have decided to kinda make that a joke in the fic.

For example- one of the elements in the fanfiction is that the RRTS has a group playlist that everyone on the team has contributed to. And a good chunk of them are just white girl bangers all of which have been added by Portman.

Goat has added loads of TikTok songs just because he unironically loves them.

Portman has some form of ADHD and goat is aware of this hints why they are normally paired up on missions sense Goat can kinda kill Portman vibes enough to keep him focused on what they are supposed to be doing. But sometimes he will purposely distract him with something such as when he convinced him to touch the prison wall and shocking himself.

And my final example I can use without spoiling to much of the plot is.

Portman basically always has at least one of his headphones in at any given time so he can blast his music as loud as possible and listen has a playlist named” kickass intro, music “ he uses this playlist for Every mission 

So yea lol if you ever wonder what these dumb fucks got into before the movie you will soon have your non Canon answers lol

[theblueharlequin]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural, Star Trek, Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies), Doom (2005) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: John Grimm/Sam Winchester, Leonard "Bones" McCoy/Sam Winchester Characters: John Grimm, Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Sam Winchester, James T. Kirk, Spock (Star Trek), Nyota Uhura Additional Tags: Never Repost My Work Anywhere, Linking is Fine, Sam Winchester Deserves to be Happy, John Grimm is Leonard McCoy, Reaper!Bones, Reaper!McCoy, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Rare Pairings, Background Relationships, Past Spock/Nyota Uhura, May Be Expanded Upon, Immortal Sam Winchester, The Alexandria Organisation, Secret Relationship, no beta we die like red shirts Series: Part 25 of SS Sam Snippets, Part 42 of Adventures of the Sailing Ship Sam Winchester, Part 2 of Sam Boldly Goes Summary:

Immortal Sam meets John Grimm when the AO does a favour to get the newly minted superhuman a new identity. They hookup not knowing about each other’s circumstances. Two and a half centuries later special archivist Sam is sent aboard the USS Enterprise where he meets “Dr Leonard McCoy.” Everything comes to a head when they visit a new planet and Sam is invited to read their historical archives which allude to some very disturbing genetic manipulation.

[batterycityghoul]

Karl Urban as John 'Reaper' Grimm in Doom [2005]

[pupsmailbox]

ZOMBIE ID PACK

NAMES︰ adrien. aj. altair. ambrosia. amy. angel. anomaly. antidote. arius. arrow. ash. asher. aspen. atticus. augusta. bane. banish. benny. bernadette. biter. blah. blood. bones. brain. brains. briar. brute. brutus. caden. canni. casper. chomp. ciaran. claud. claudia. clay. clementine. cobweb. coffin. corpse. corrose. cryptor. damion. deathesse. deb. decay. decompose. destroyed. doom. dredge. echo. ectoplasm. edward. elkridge. ellie. ember. everett. fang. flesh. fracture. frank. frankie. ghost. ghoul. ghoulia. gloome. grave. graves. grayson. griffin. grim. grimace. grimm. gutesse. gutz. havoc. hela. hex. horrell. horrelle. hunter. husk. jack. joel. john. junkyard. kade. kilian. klaus. labyrinth. lagoon. laverna. lee. lethe. liam. lilith. lily. lola. lurk. maggot. mangled. mara. marion. marionnette. medusse. mera. mira. mona. morella. morgan. morganna. morrigan. mortem. morticia. mortis. mortui. mourne. muerto. mura. muzzle. myra. myrtle. necro. necros. nekane. nick. nox. nyk. nyx. octavia. ominous. ophelia. organz. orpheus. osten. perish. perseus. plague. priscill. quille. rain. raine. rayne. red. rob. roman. rose. rosie. rot. rotten. rottie. saifu. sam. scar. scratch. sedna. shade. shadow. shamble. shaun. six. skull. slug. sour. taint. tank. theta. thorn. thorne. travis. trickie. tristan. undeadesse. valentine. vamp. vane. venom. vetus. vex. victor. violet. viro. virus. waila. wren. z. zack. zed. zeke. zob. zoe. zomb. zombz. zomi. zon.

PRONOUNS︰ axe/axe. beast/beast. bi/bite. bite/bite. bleed/bleed. bleugh/bleugh. blood/blood. bo/bone. bone/bone. br/brain. brain/brain. break/break. chain/chain. coff/coffin. coffin/coffin. con/contagiou. cor/corpse. corp/corp. corpse/corpse. corr/corrupt. corrode/corroded. craw/crawl. creepy/creepy. dark/dark. de/dead. dea/dead. death/dead. death/death. decay/decay. decay/decayed. di/dirt. die/dying. dir/dirt. dirt/dirty. eat/eat. empty/empty. end/end. fang/fang. fear/feared. fiend/fiend. fle/flesh. flesh/flesh. freak/freak. fu/fungi. ghou/ghoul. gloom/gloom. gore/gore. grave/grave. grim/grim. grim/grime. grr/growl. grue/gruesome. gun/gun. gut/gut. holy/holy. hu/hunger. hu/hunt. hx/hxm. hy/hym. inf/infect. infect/infected. it/it. ix/ix. ki/kill. kill/kill. li/lich. living/dead. mold/molded. monster/monster. monstrous/monstrosity. morbid/morbid. morg/morg. mortal/mortal. muck/muck. nec/necro. ni/night. pla/plague. prey/prey. rain/rain. reap/reaper. rib/rib. ro/rot. rot/rot. rot/rotten. scar/scar. shatter/shatter. shx/hxr. shy/hyr. skull/skull. slit/slit. spoil/spoil. spook/spook. teeth/tooth. ter/terror. thxy/thxm. thy/thy. thy/thym. to/toxic. un/dead. undead/undead. vir/viru. zo/zom. zom/zom. zomb/zomb. zomb/zombie. ⚠️. ⚰️. 🍖. 🎫. 👁. 👻. 💀. 🔍. 😱. 🥀. 🧟. 🧟‍♂️. 🧠. 🧪. 🩸. 🩹.

[spookypete-94]

By Definition

PricexFem!reader

Based on the mission in MW3 with Price and Soap. Price stumbles upon reader whom is protecting civilians while being hunted by what you think is your own kind. Will be a two part story.

CTW for blood, violence, and language.

In the dictionary evil is defined as morally reprehensible, sinful, wicked. If you asked John Price, he would say it is defined by heinous actions. By men and women who can harm others. He himself would fit that definition, but as much as he sees it that way, his inner voice says he does it for the greater good. Part of him will never believe it but it’s how he justifies his actions. A hard sentiment to follow through with.

When General Shepherd dispatched him and Soap to the stadium at Verdansk from an attack of of Markarov, he knew evil would be the simplest way to describe it. In reality, it was a blood bath. Morally reprehensible, more like no morals whatsoever. Sinful and wicked, not even painting the scene to full picture. Ambush. Hate. Death. All better things to describe such ill intent. It was around every corner, him and his Sergeant seeing it decorate the endless hallways and numerous rooms.

The worst part of it though is the civilians thinking they were being attacked by those that had sworn to protect and serve for them. A wolf in sheep's clothing. Terrorists adorned in peace officer’s uniforms. The blue line tainted with the permanent red stain of mistrust, a light that will forever be altered in his mind of a horrendous plan.

The order from the General himself, to take out all of those in police uniforms. Something that felt abnormal to him, shooting ones who looked like he had worked alongside with many times. But if the terrorists had done this and John had been sent, he would consider himself the undertaker. The Grimm Reaper to make things right in the world… no matter how hard he had to justify it.

If John was listed in a dictionary, he would describe himself as well trained. Hesitancy not even close to the vocabulary of words in the list of himself. So, when he found you kneeling in front of a food counter, clad in the blue uniform causing the demise at the moment he was reluctant. You see, your arm was spread around a mother and her two small children. Chest pronounced saying "Shoot me, instead." Teeth bared as if screaming, "I'll bite your fucking throat." if he were to get too close. You weren't the wolf in sheep's clothing. You were the actual thing, the guard dog that did serve and protect. The yellow stripes on the outside of your arm signifying you were of rank, from what he could tell a sergeant. Blood and sweat had been smeared across your face, black powder from your gun down your hands and arms telling him you had been at this for a while now. Your pistol in your other hand, at the open and ready for the next feeding of bullets. Looking at the carrier vest, he saw no more mags in the pockets. You were unable to curb your handgun's hunger even if you wanted to. Finally, lowering his rifle he had trained on you and moving his finger off the trigger, he lifted both his hands up hoping to prove to you that he was not the threat here.

"They are dressed like officers," he said taking quick steps to you.

"Yeah, no fuckin' shit," you spat out in between ragged breaths, puffing out further like a cobra ready to strike. Any other person might have been offended at the tone and choice of words, but to John, it meant you had your wits about still. You had been running, near drained and now only operating on pure adrenaline. As he got closer, he watched as you pushed the family further behind you. His heart ached at the muffled sobs.

"Don' wanta’ hurt any of you," his voice lower trying to find remorse for the ones you were guarding. Your eyes trained on him just like he had been with his rifle. The guard dog is planning her next move of attack even if she has no more bullets. Teeth shred just as well in close quarters, and you were baiting him at the moment come closer so you could prove it. Truly you were feral, but somehow so fucking beautiful to him.

"Do you want more bullets or do you wanta' take my spare?" he asked, trying to find common ground of trust.

"What?" You asked confused, glaring up at him. He was helping you?

"Bullets or gun?" He asked pointing down at the one on his vest, going a more direct route.

"Gun." No hesitation. Just like John.

Standing up fully, he watched as your stance widened. Well trained to keep protecting the family that was behind you. Releasing your famished firearm of its open mouth, you rehosltered it, cautiously taking the one from the man in front of you still feeling like this was a trick.

"The hallway down the stairwells behind have been cleared by us, but you need to treat them like they are still hot, don't know wha' the enemy is up to, but get them to a safe place." His arm lightly patting your shoulder making you look up from the press check you were conducting to confirm that the gun was indeed loaded. The faith and trust you had in others had been taken out at the knees and butchered from the ground up. For who knows how long, you had been thinking your own kind was hunting you. A creature they thought was docile from her given gender in nature. Little did they know, they were trying to catch and kill a dragon. A beast among pretenders.

His eyes showed you the type of man he was. At the moment, he was concerned no doubt, but he was a man true to his word. A beacon through this chaos. "Get out of this alive. I want that gun back."

Was this his way of making light of the situation? Or the fact he was trying to give you a reason to get out alive?

"Captain." The other man that was with him grunted to try urge him along from the screams that were erupting on the other side of the food court.

Nodding, you looked behind at the mother and children behind you. Again, finding the nerves and strength to keep going.

"Let's go," your head jerking the way as the new pistol in your hands helped guide your way securely. John didn't get to watch your back. It hurt that he didn't at least make sure you got out of the food court alive. Instead that inner voice that defends his work, prayed to whatever god was listening. Begging that you freed yourself unharmed with the other three trapped souls from this hell.

To you, all you could hear was your heartbeat pounding in your ears. If you got to look back on all of this and review it, that would be the thing you remembered most, but no one would know. They cannot hear your own heart and feel the amount of fear coursing in your body right now. That man was right however, they definitely cleared their way up here. Bodies were dropped, blood running in multiple directions. It was a dog fight for sure to even make it this far. Who the hell was he? The Angel of Death himself?

Once outside, you had managed to help the family through the parking ramp. Relaxing a little, seeing them run in the direction of safety of what was Point of Command. Finally, you had found the secure safety of your own kind. In the back of the ambulance, you learned that there had been an explosion at the airport. How can there be so much chaos today? What was even happening? The ambulance soon left after your vitals were taken and it was confirmed to have no large injuries. Your Chief gave you the direct order to stand down and stay back, worried you were too shell shocked to respond to the explosion. The unknown man's gun still in your hands, unable to holster it since it didn't fit in any of yours. Sitting down on a bench, you couldn't help but stare down at it.

"Where did you get that gun?" A blonde woman asked kneeling down in front of you. Her hand rested on your knee as she spoke. Clearly, she just understood the carnage you had seen and didn't want to speak to shell you had put up to try to disassociate yourself.

"A man inside gave it to me, was wearing camo," a voice that did not sound like yourself answered. It was raspy, more than likely from fighting for your life inside out. Your lips were chapped and peeling already.

"Did he have a big beard?" She asked, her manner of speaking showing that she was hopeful.

Only being able to nod, you did so a slow motion of up and down.

"John, I found her." she said into a radio standing up.

"Bring her to me," the other side said back. The voice you knew all too well belonged to the bearded man that had given you a fighting chance. Raising the gun up, handle to this woman thinking it was what he wanted back so bad. Instead, she stuck her hand out to you, an invite to stand up.

"He wants to meet you." She clarified. "My name's Kate Laswell. And we have an offer." She was gifting you a kind smile, calm in the storm that had finally lifted. A ray of sunshine through black clouds.

Reaching up for her hand, you took it. Little did you know, everything was about to change.

Captain John Price Masterlist

Part 2

[cassiopeia-grimm]

Karl Urban's character John Grimm is my husband ☺️🥰

[papasmistakeria]

DoomTrek AUs are so funny actually and not for the reason you think

I'm aware that it's a fun little "Crossover AU where Karl Urban characters are just One Guy", but AOS!Bones being Reaper ALSO implies that TOS!Bones is in some way the John Grimm of his universe and I find that so funny

[thechaoticcheese]

Soap's Meeting With The Reaper

TW: Death and Spoilers for COD MWIII(Reboot)

Soap took in a sharp breath as he rolled to the side, panting as he registered the chaos in front of him. The first person he spotted was Makarov. The Russian was pointing his gun at Price while keeping him pinned down with his boot on the Captain's left wrist while the Brit's right hand gripped the gun wielding man's ankle.

Then he noticed himself. He was laying on the floor, and while he couldn't see his own face, he briefly remembered that he'd been shot in the head by Makarov, but there was something else. He glanced around the room taking everything in with a slightly shaky breath.

Something wasn't right. Everything was moving so slowly, way too slowly. The Scot could tell that there was movement, but it was the slowest thing he's ever seen Not just that, things seemed... Hazy. As if everything had a thin layer of fog over it, a sheet of gray covering every square inch, even the shadows.

Soap gathered his breath before standing up, remembering once more that he was shot and it hitting his right temple. He gently touched his glove to the wound, no pain. The Scot slowly moved it into view as he held his breath before letting it out as he saw no blood. His mind having a few moments to whirl before a deep, echoing voice entered his mind.

"Soap." The voice rang into existence

The Scottish soldier quickly turned to his left, facing back to the scene unfolding in front of him, albeit at a legit snail's pace. While he wasn't sure what compelled him to turn that way, there was this hunch, and it was right. There, standing between Soap's body and Makarov and Price, was a tall, cloaked figure. Their black robe was tattered at the edges, yet looked brand new, draping all the way down to the ground, hiding the figure's body. There was no face seen underneath it's hood, just a void of darkness.

Soap just met the Grimm Reaper.

"Steamin' bloody Jesus." He said underneath his breath as his eyes widened, taking in the site. Had he died? Did Makarov actually kill him?

"John MacTavish." The voice echoed again in Soap's head. Before where there wasn't anything underneath the hood, a skull was there as the reaper said his name, it faded in and out of existence, as if it's head was reliant on its vocal volume to appear.

"Am I... Dead?" Soap asked, something building in his throat as fear starts to set in, but he didn't show it, or, at least did his best.

"No... But you will be." The deep voice spoke, it sounding neutral, but slightly sad.

"'Will be?' What does that mean?" The Scot asked, his brows furrowing slightly. "I see ya, tha Grimm Reaper, Death himself. How am I not dead?"

A soft chuckle emanated in his head before words followed, "You're stuck at a choice John MacTavish." The voice responded. "You will try to go for Vladimir Makarov, and in return, he will execute you. You will die. However, you can survive."

Soap was absorbing this information, bewildered that he was getting advise from an ethereal being.

"What do ya mean I can survive? How do ya survive from a bloody execution?!" The Scot asked, his voice carrying confusion and a hint of anger at the vagueness of the reaper.

"Don't keep him alive. Trade his soul for yours."

"Like a deal with tha devil?"

"I suppose."

"Nae a trick?"

"No tricks Soap MacTavish. I just want Vladmir Makarov's soul instead of yours. You get one chance."

"That's all I need." Soap said with a slight nod and a smirk.

"Good. Do not fail. Too many people need you."

Without another word, black smoke quickly enveloped the room, suffocating Soap as his vision soon succumbed to the darkness.

His eyes snapped open as he saw Makarov talking to Price, but he did not pay attention to the Russian's words, he pulled out his knife, quickly going up behind Makarov and stabbing the blade into the back of his head as the momentum brought the two men down to the side of Price.

"Price! Johnny!" Ghost's voice rang out as things got foggy for Soap again, the feeling of warm blood quickly tricking down the right side of his face. Shots started to ring out as Soap rolled off of the Russian, removing his knife and grabbing his gun as men from Konni attempted to advance on the Brit and the Scot. Soap raised up his pistol as he tried to aim towards the men, but the butt of the magazine never went further up than a few inches off his thigh.

Bullets whizzed by and struck a few struck of the men before they started to shout and retreat Price reaching over to Soap was the last thing the Scot saw before blacking out, hearing the Captain repeat his name with worry suffocating his tone.

...

He wasn't sure how long he was out, but his eyes fluttered open in a hospital room, them slowly going over to whoever was holding his hand, the feeling of cloth pressed against his skin catching his attention. Soap's weak eyes opened slightly in surprise, seeing Ghost on a chair right by the Scot's bed, holding on gently to his hand that was held up against the Brit's lips, which was dawning his off duty skull balaclava.

"Hey L.T." Soap's raspy voice spoke out.

Ghost's eyes snapped open as he looked up at the Scot before swiftly standing up and hugging Soap tightly, one hand resting on the back of his bandage up head and the other wrapping around his back.

"Bloody hell Johnny... Don't fuckin' do that again." He breathed out, his eyes closing as Soap weakly hugged the Brit back.

"Don' worry... I won'." The Scot responded with a soft chuckle. "Had a weird fuckin' dream though."

[everydayxghosts]

so ive been gone, sorry bout that

life shit, holidays, you know how it goes. Promise i haven't forgotten you all but guys I HAVE MADE A

MISTAKE

I was in a Mothership game tonight (tabletop RPG) and i ended up playing a female version of John "Reaper" Grimm from the doom movie. and now, i wanna like...make a Reaper muse here.

I DO NOT NEED MORE MUSES HELP

TALK ME OUT OF IT (or don't maybe?)

@ahousefullofmuses @lucifermorningstxr @amongstthechaoscrew @viridanira @magnusshadow

[brbsoulnomming]

tagged by @w1ll0wtr33 (thank you!!!)

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern!

Steve's never certain if he hates walking through the crowds after a match or not. (Static - Stranger Things; Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson)

The prettiest man that Eddie has ever seen walks through the door of the Hideout, and Eddie damn near drops the glass he was rinsing out. (Where Nobody Knows Your Name - Stranger Things; Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson)

By the time Eddie is twelve, going to live with his uncle in a trailer in Hawkins, he only has a dozen or so words from his soulmate. (Tell Me Sweet Little Lies - Stranger Things; Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington&Robin Buckley)

It's Friday night, and Eddie's with Steve and Robin, sprawled out on Steve's bed with the window open by his head so the last curls of smoke from the joint he'd just finished will disappear out into the night. (Trail Magic - Stranger Things - Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington&Robin Buckley)

People’d been talking about how it was cold enough for snow, but the light rain falling from the sky proved differently. (What Becomes of Us - X-Men Movieverse; Bobby Drake/John Allerdyce)

When Nick gets to the trailer after work, there’s no reply from Monroe, but there’s six empty beer bottles in the recycling, and none of them have been replaced. (Missing - Grimm; Nick Burkhardt/Monroe)

The first time John notices Sherlock wearing one of his tee-shirts, he’s surprised. (Barter System - Sherlock BBC; John Watson/Sherlock Holmes)

Nick used to wake him with a kiss before he went into work. (Wake Up Call - Grimm; Nick Burkhardt/Monroe)

Word spread quickly, it seemed, about the message Nick and Monroe sent to the Reapers. (Freak Out - Grimm; Nick Burkhardt/Monroe)

It’s pretty much dumb luck that has Nick at Monroe’s house early that morning (Hapless Trouble - Grimm; Nick Burkhardt/Monroe and Nick Burkhardt&Hap)

Patterns: Apparently I like scene setting and name dropping? Also it was almost a decade between my last fic and my first Stranger Things fic so, uh, thank you Stranger Things fandom and Steddie for getting me back into writing fic?

If you can see this, consider yourself tagged! This was a fun exercise!

[karlurbanism]

(Update & Poll)

Doom isn't exactly the kind of movie I usually watch but Karl Urban as John Reaper is both hot and handsome (and I also love the relationship between him and his character's sister).

However, I already made a bunch of gifs but I still have to edit them. And I'm also working on a gif masterlist sorted by Karl's characters (Butcher, Bones, Ghost, James Westwood, John Kennex, John Grimm, ...)

@kus-babygirl @enchantedflameandflower @chocolategiverzombie @butchersboobs @butchers-girl