#oc reaper

[cinnamon-bunni]

me? posting something for once of my oc?? impossible, i know. but since i submitted my boy to the tf2octournament hosted by @tf2shipswag, I figured it be best to actually have something for him out there. So! here's just a little ficlet to introduce The Reaper :) will i write more propaganda for him? maybe!! i really like writing him so maybe depending how far he gets in the rounds i'll write more about him <33 word count: 1358 (thanks in advanced for reading and i hope you enjoy it! <3)

The plane he had boarded was set to leave in just a few minutes. As he let himself get comfortable in his seat, he scanned the cabin; an elderly couple boarded, dressed in their Sunday best, polite smiles on their faces with the lady's hand resting on her husband's as they walk to their seats; a young man who entered in a rush, flashing a smile to the stewardess who greeting him with a good morning. Based on the man's eyes that were filled with misery and his crumpled and ugly suit that was fit for a wedding, he would guess that he had been stood up and was heading home; a young stewardess at the entrance gave her best greetings to the passengers despite her shaky voice, with her back arched and shoulders stiff with tension—very obviously a new hire, one who was poor at her job of keeping up the air of hospitality; an older stewardess next the the younger, eyes sharp as she watched the newcomer, judging her every move.

The older employee darted her eyes over to him, and immediately straightened her impossibly straight back when she met his gaze. A smile graced her face as she nodded her head in acknowledgement.

He ought to smile. Most people would smile back in situations like that. So, he did—he gave his best "polite towards strangers" smile and raised his hand up for a short and brief wave. He practiced that one often. He was proud of that smile.

She moved her attention back to her coworker, cupping her hand and whispering in her ear once everyone had boarded, giving him the cue to move on. She didn't even appreciate his smile, though it did play in his favor, leaving him to be seen as just another traveler. It was better that way.

The pilot entered the cabin to introduce himself and talk about the flight. A charming silver fox who happily explained the planned trip ahead of them, the duration, and how he hoped they all enjoyed themselves.

He inwardly scoffed at the idea of a seventeen-hour trip. He figured it'd be an eighteen, perhaps even nineteen-hour flight, depending on how poor the weather was over the Atlantic. Either way, it left him with plenty of time on his hands.

Next to his seat was a briefcase that he had brought on with him. The plane started to shake as it took off, but he paid no mind to it—unlike the passengers around him, all murmuring to themselves in hushed and distressed voices—as he brought it into his lap and popped it open.

The main item of importance, in his opinion, was the map that could be found inside. The second item of importance was the vile of poison that could be found in a secret compartment of the briefcase, tucked away right next to a small set of knives, but considering how he was in a public space with law-abiding citizens, he decided that the map would be the thing he would bring out. He unfolded it, mouth twitching in irritation of the loud crackling and the sheer size of the old map of New York City.

He already studied the map hours prior before he boarded. He studied the second he had received his next mission. But looking over his plan thrice never hurt anyone. Except for the person he was meant to kill, perhaps.

He fished out a marker from the briefcase, then dropped it back near his feet. He read and reread street names, restaurants, hotels, anything and everything that he would need. The mayor of the city, he recalled, enjoyed Italian food. He already knew the politician's favorite places like the back of his hand. He found the names and circled them.

Food would be the easiest to kill the man, despite it not being his favorite way to kill a man. But the poison that was supplied would work well with the food. The mayor was far from being the definition from being healthy, and with the stresses of running a city, along with reelection coming up? Why, no one would bat an eye if he had a heart attack, would they? Even if officials suspected foul play, he would be back on a plane to England before they could even pinpoint a lead suspect.

The mayor was a good man, at least from what he could tell. Opinions were rarely formed on the job, as it was never his business who his next hit was. It never mattered in his eyes. But as a politician, he was sure the mayor had to be guilty of something, and that was enough to calm the tiniest part in his brain that still had the title of his conscience.

He laughed aloud to himself. The idea of him still having a conscience amused him. He kept his head down and continued his work. Albeit boring, having to memorize every inch of the map, going over his plan again and again and again until it was burned into his brain, he knew it was necessary. But oh, how did he hate monotonous work.

"First time going to New York?" A different stewardess stood in the aisle, a cart covered in a nice tablecloth in front of her. On the cart were an array of drinks, different fancy bottles for each fancy drink.

He smiled up at her as he answered, "first time traveling to America, actually." It was true, actually—the rare truth he found himself admitting to another person. He never left Europe before.

She nodded. "I've been there a few times for vacation, it's quite nice there. Especially New York." She then gestures to her cart, asking in a peppy tone, "refreshments?" ultimately ended their conversation.

He took a water and went right back to work. He spent a good portion of the flight hunched over his map, and an even bigger part staring at nothing. Planning on a map could only take up so much time, and he didn't have any hobbies; he didn't even really bring anything to entertain himself.

He reminded himself that that didn't matter. He was a man on a mission, a hunt. Entertainment didn't matter.

Besides, between his mind, the map, and the conversationalists on the plane, he was able to keep busy. The stewardesses aboard all met him with kindness that was required of them, and he returned with the same. The other passengers made small talk, asking about his reason for traveling, the type of work he does. He forced a smile on his face as lies slipped out of his mouth with ease. He forced a laugh at the dull jokes, a quip of his own to appear friendly, and small hums and noises when he couldn't think of anything quick enough to respond with.

Honestly, dealing with people was more exhausting than anything in his line of work. Smiling, while hard to get down, made things better, he found. It was quite easy to lose as well, he knew that well enough, but thankfully he was able to keep that smile until the chattering numskulls moved on. Now, if they just kept him out of everything else, he would be grateful.

Fortunately, the last few hours of the trip went just like that. He was in his alone and quiet area, thinking about New York. He wouldn't lie to himself and say he wasn't excited. Although there for a job, the idea of being somewhere new was exhilarating for him. So many new sights, new people, new sensations and wonders and emotions...

But maybe he could enjoy that afterward. He was The Reaper afterall, and he'd be damned if he didn't finish the job. Maybe he could celebrate after he finished with everything. A single glass of champagne by himself in his hotel room after a good day of assassinating the mayor sounded like a great plan to him.

Reaper grinned to himself, letting himself revel in the rare feeling of joy that he felt before the plane landed. How titillating the experience would be. He couldn't wait.

[onebadnoodle]

reaper queen

[rueghost]

it's the harvest season🌾💙

[centfornothing]

ERROR WON THE SEXYMAN POLLS

LETS GOOOO MY BOY GETS A WIN FUCKING FINALLY

(Damn that's a lotta tags)

[fsnowzombie]

Armored Lady Monday

one of my ffxiv characters, a mercenary that had a bit of an issue when making a deal with her reaper voidsent reflected on her flesh forever

[i-had-bucky]

got theeee most beautiful portrait of post-the departing/aurene's ascention keres today from @inspiderwiht i love it soooooo much!

She lost her horns and hair to Balthazar in the departing. Her hair starts growing back white after, and she keeps it short. And then when Aurene ascends, she gives Keres her pretty branded horns!

This turned out sooo gorgeous, thank you for the lovely work as always!

[heartfullofleeches]

Grim Reaper Reader [in tears]: Your people are suffering. For as long as they reside behind those gates, I cannot give them the peace so many require. Your bodies are not built for immortality... Please.... Help me.

Yan (Soon to be) Murderer: So what you're saying is..... I should kill everybody in town and bring their bodies to you-

Grim Reaper Reader: That isn't what I- Where are you going?! Please, have mercy!

Yan Murderer: Haha, don't worry! I'll give them all the mercy they need- When I cut their throats! See you soon- Byeeee!

[tokay-blog]

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 <- The End

[un-dermask]

Reaper just wanted to help 🥺(but forgot his powers lol)

This is a lil redraw of a work of a friend of mine. You can find him under @ rey_doodleart on Instagram ;) He allowed me to redraw this in my style.

[valentine-cafe]

. ˚◞♡ 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒙 𝒃𝒕𝒕𝒎! 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ⊹ ۪ ࣪

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ( 9948e jìngyí, hàoyú & yizé x reader ) grim reapers x reader, cw: rough fucking, slut nickname, whore nickname, degradation, fingering, oral ( recieving + giving ), throat fucking, sharing ⊹ ۪ ࣪

𖹭. you're a human training to be a grim reaper, although it seems like you caught the eye of the reaper heirs themselves

imagine being not only one of the humans training to convert into a grim reaper under the yuè sanctuary, but also the pretty little pass-around for the zhào brothers.

the eldest wanted you first. jìngyí aided in some of your training, especially in scythe wielding. sparring with you and overpowering you each and every time because you look so so pretty on your knees for him. oh was it a treat to be strung up in his strong arms, legs pressed to your chest, back flushed against the wall as he bounced you on his cock. grunting each time you'd squirt your cum over him, and instead he'd just smear it over his hand and palm your dick.

“come on baobei keep your posture, mngh, that's it — yeah thaaatt's it. doing so good f'me,”

hàoyú followed in suit. inviting you to the gardens for a wonderful cup of tea after your long day of errands. pampering you. letting his touch linger, until it turned into his cold hands roaming all over you. he certainly helped you relax when he bent you over the little garden table and fingered you senseless. crooning and cooing as you clawed at his other hand and begged him to jerk off your weeping dick. if only for him to curl his fingers up against your sweet spot and fuck you harder.

“mm? oh how demanding. don't think you've earned that yet. what a whore, just lay there and take it.”

of course, yizé didn't take too long after. he had his eye on you from your first day of recruitment. and when he caught wind that his older brothers already had a go at you? he simply had to have you for himself too. so there you were; on your knees, drool and cum running down your neck as he gripped onto your hair and fucked your throat. tugging at your scalp every time you looked at him with those big, teary puppy eyes.

“m-mngh - what? looking so fuckin' innocent after being such a slut for my brothers? f-fuck, don't blame them. this pretty throat of yours takes it so well.”

not to mention the time you were invited to dinner. how you practically saw the jealousy that dripped from all three of them as they subtly looked for your attention.

of course it resulted in you being dragged back to jìngyí's room. your pants yanked down by hàoyú while the eldest kissed you so aggressively. tongue shoved down your throat.

you could barely even process yizé's cock that'd soon press up into you. his hips plapping up against your soft ass while hàoyu eagerly dropped to his knees before your own leaking dick.

“is this what you wanted?” jìngyí groans, gripping beneath your jaw as his other hand guides yours to keep pumping around his pulsing cock.

“wanted to be a little cumslut for reaper heirs? h-hah. . . 's that why y-you came here?”

“think so,” hàoyu pants in response. grabbing onto your shaky thighs and digging his talons in. taking yizé's place after the younger filled you up. all so hàoyú can shove himself into you and pound away. lifting one of your thighs up for easier access.

“a-ah — angh,” you'd pant, eyes looping back as you desperately drag jìngyí into another kiss. all while gripping yizé's hair and pulling his lips further up your cock, bucking your hips to needily fuck his throat.

“p-plesse - please, I-I'll be good, please hngh”

“fuck," groans jìngyí, spilling all over your hand with a pant, parting from your lips just slightly. “it's my turn to have that - hah - tight little ass after,” he breathes.

“keep whining like that and it'll be for the rest of the night.”

“bold of you to assume we'd let you have them all to yourself.”

“mngh, m-mhhm.”

[joyjoy-ahoy]

Ghost Family 👻

[soul-collectors]

Has Soul met Reaper? If not, then will he? I need to see a reaction between the two, especially since Soul is technically helping Reaper with his job!

"Has Soul met Reaper?"

Reapertale belongs to @/renrink

To Clearify Soul; Reapers, Including this variant called Crow, Can't reap Anomaly SOULs. They literally defy death-

Bonus;

Soul practices a lot of his Jokes around Crow. If Crow snickers, it's gotta be a good one!

[waywardbabysis]

It's just us, Jessa and Tessa the Reaper Impala 🗡💀

[inspiredrawaw]

Hello new followers may I interest you in some ✨OCs✨

Omen Eklipse (they/them) - a fae deerfolk who’s a necromancer! Amber O’Conner (she/her) - a human who’s a blacksmith apprentice and sword fighter! Drakken Clawsington (he/him) - a dragonfolk who is a star mage and a plant nerd!

[pocketcicada]

sketchbook dumps and an anonymous request I got forever ago (deleted the original post bc i couldn’t stand the digital portion of it… i apologize anon…)

Anyway! My request box IS open!! Do keep it UT related though :,]

[sol-st1ce]

I realllyy wanted to draw Reaper Sans tbh

Here’s some old art of Thanatos too